#*cries in the corner for 3 hours straight*

[hoshifighting]

𖧷 crybaby

— synopsis: seungcheol can’t help but be a crybaby every time you break his heart, yet he always comes running back to you, desperate for your attention. even when you leave him cold for days or push him away, he can’t seem to stay away. his friends and family don’t get it—they hate how you treat him.

— WC: 4.6k — WARNINGS: agnst, smut, emotionallly detached!reader, emotionally attached!seungcheol, crying, he kind of pisses his friends and family out because of his whiny ass, explicit language, blowjob, cock riding, clit stimulation, face slapping, choking. — inspired by: cry baby by megan thee stallion — ''his friends and his dad hate me, I broke his lil' heart, he's a crybaby"

seungcheol was such a fucking crybaby. like, how does a man that big, that beefy, built like he could crush a watermelon between his thighs, have the emotional resilience of a damp tissue? 5′10 of pure gym dedication and somehow, here he was, sulking like a kicked puppy in the corner of his own damn birthday party. honestly, you broke his heart so many times you’d lost count, but the man was like a boomerang—always came back. didn’t matter how hard you threw him.

his friends absolutely hated you. well, maybe hate was strong—more like they hated how he acted because of you. jeonghan said you lived rent-free in his head, which you knew was true. but the real kicker was his family. they couldn’t stand hearing your name. apparently, he cried into his whiskey glass over you at his last family dinner. like, straight-up sniffles and shaky voice in front of his dad. the boys’ nights weren’t any better; they’d barely crack open a soju bottle before seungcheol was teary-eyed, rambling about you like you were the love of his life and not the emotional hurricane you were.

but that’s the thing, though. seungcheol was built for family. the whole package—white picket fence, Sunday brunches, PTA meetings. meanwhile, you were emotionally unavailable as fuck. couldn’t even commit to a favorite boba flavor, let alone a relationship. and now, you’d ghosted him for a week. a whole-ass week. no texts, no calls, not even the stupid memes you usually sent him at 3 a.m.

today was his birthday. his fucking birthday.

the party at his place was in full swing—laughter, good food, good drinks, jeonghan and mingyu lowkey roasting him about his “girlfriend” (air quotes and all). his parents were there too, of course. his brother had even flown in. but cheol barely moved from the couch all night. just sat there, one arm slung over the backrest, looking at his phone like a guy waiting for a miracle.

because in his head, if you were his girlfriend—like, properly his—you’d be here. with him. celebrating, holding his hand, maybe sitting in his lap. but instead, he got radio silence.

“bro, seriously, what the fuck is your problem?” jeonghan hissed, leaning over the couch to snatch the beer from cheol’s hand. “your mom’s asking why you look like you’re about to cry into the birthday cake.”

“i’m fine,” cheol muttered, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

“no, you’re not. you’ve checked your phone like a hundred times, and it’s giving ‘sad loser.’ cut it out before mingyu makes a meme out of you.”

but cheol didn’t cut it out. he just stared at the screen, lips pulled into a pout so tragic it could’ve been a fucking Greek play. the hours dragged. one by one, people started leaving, and eventually, it wasn’t even his birthday anymore.

august 9th. 9:54 p.m.

cheol sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking like he was about to combust.

and then, his phone buzzed.

one message.

from: future girlfriend ❤️ - “come over.”

that’s it. two words, no explanation. cheol shot up from the couch so fast he nearly knocked over the coffee table.

jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “where the hell are you going?”

cheol didn’t answer. he was already grabbing his keys, muttering something about how he’d “she texted me.”

he hard his friend groan out in defeat, disappointment, some even surprised that seungcheol would leave his own party like that.

while you were still just chilling at your place, sitting there like nothing had happened, waiting to see if this man who you’d left on read for a week would actually show up.

spoiler alert—he would.

the door wasn’t even locked—like you’d left it wide open for him, knowing he’d come running the second you told him to. seungcheol stepped inside your apartment, and it was so you in a way that made his chest tighten. that familiar scent? god, it was everywhere. in the air, clinging to the couch, the walls, probably gonna soak into his clothes and stay there for days, torturing him. like you’d marked your territory without even trying.

he moved on autopilot, his feet carrying him down the hallway to your bedroom like he didn’t even need directions. the door was cracked open, and he froze for a second when he saw you.

you were standing there, slipping a sheer robe over your shoulders—transparent. and it wasn’t doing a damn thing to hide you. the way the fabric barely skimmed over your hips, nipples peeking through, leading his eyes all the way down to the hem that just teased your thighs… it was insane.

you turned your head slightly, catching him in the doorway like some kind of lost puppy. your expression was unreadable, but he looked at you like you were magic or something—eyes wide, lips slightly parted. pathetic.

you stepped toward him, and before he could even process it, his hands moved to your waist like they belonged there. your arms looped lazily around his neck, and the warmth of your skin had his breath hitching. you glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the wall—10:01 p.m.—then met his gaze, your lips curling.

“happy birthday… birthday boy,” you said, your voice smooth as velvet.

he exhaled shakily, his eyes fluttering shut like the sound of your voice was too much. his brows knit together in that pitiful little frown you’d missed more than you cared to admit.

“why’d you leave me like that?” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. “did… did i do something? i’m sorry, i—”

you didn’t answer, didn’t even flinch, because honestly? you didn’t have a reason. there was no deep, dark explanation, no hidden agenda. you just did.

instead, you pushed him backward toward the bed, your hands firm on his chest. he stumbled slightly but kept talking, his voice climbing higher in pitch.

“please, just—just tell me. what did i do? i can fix it, i swear, just—”

you pushed him harder this time, and he landed on the bed with a bounce. he stared up at you, eyes glassy, lips trembling. “answer me,” he whined, his voice soft and desperate.

“shhh,” you hushed, pressing a finger to his lips.

he whimpered at the touch, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “why—why won’t you just—”

your hand came down on his cheek in a sharp slap. not too hard, but enough to make him moan, his mouth falling open in a perfect little “o.”

“quiet,” you said firmly, watching as his expression shifted. the sting seemed to zap the fight out of him, his mouth closing into a pout as his tears spilled over.

“aww,” you cooed, leaning down to brush your thumb under his eye. “don’t cry, birthday boy. let me give you a gift.”

his gaze flickered immesiately. a gift? he nodded eagerly.

“you gonna be good for me?” you asked, tilting your head.

“y-yeah,” he stammered, his voice so small it made you smile.

your hands moving to his belt. the way he watched you, like you were about to destroy his dignity, was almost comical.

you tugged his pants and underwear down in with a graceful sweep, leaving him bare and exposed. his cock was already rock hard, flushed red and leaking precum that smeared against his stomach.

“look at you,” you teased, wrapping a hand around the base. his breath hitched at the contact, his hips jerking slightly. “crying all over yourself, huh?”

he let out a choked whimper, his hands fisting the sheets beside him. “i—i can’t help it,” he whispered.

“poor baby,” you mocked, your thumb swiping over the tip to collect the sticky wetness. his whole body twitched at the motion, his eyes squeezing shut as more tears slipped down his cheeks.

you leaned down, letting your lips hover just above him. “you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? never let you have it before, but tonight… you’re special.”

he nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “please,” he begged, his voice breaking.

you smiled, finally taking him into your mouth. the heat and wetness made him sob outright, his hands flying to your hair but stopping short—like he was scared to touch you without permission.

“oh—fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbled, his thighs trembling as you worked him over. your tongue dragged along the veins as your hand played with his balls, and he keened, his head falling back against the pillows.

“so good,” he choked out, tears streaming down his face. “m-missed you.”

you hummed around him, and the vibrations nearly sent him over the edge. his whole body tensed, his hips bucking slightly as he moaned your name.

“gonna be good for me?” you asked, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

“y-yes,” he stammered, his eyes glassy and desperate. “so good, i’ll be so good, please—”

“then take it,” you said, and he did.

your tongue swirled around the swollen tip of his cock, drawing a shuddering breath out of him that turned into a whimper when you pulled back slightly, letting a string of spit connect your lips to his flushed skin. his chest heaved, his abs clenching under the weight of your stare.

you fold your tongue up and slid along the underside of his length, like you had all the time in the world. his thighs trembled as you worked your way down, your nails scratching lightly along the sides of his hips, keeping him still. by the time you reached his base, his whole body was taut, his hands fisted so tightly into the sheets you thought he might rip them.

“you’re so sensitive,” you murmured, letting your breath ghost over his skin.

“i can’t—” he choked, cutting himself off with a high-pitched moan when your tongue flicked over the soft skin of his balls.

you smiled against him, pressing a kiss to one of the heavy globes before taking it into your mouth, sucking gently. his hips jerked off the bed, but your hand pressed firmly against his stomach, pinning him down.

“stay still,” you ordered.

“i’m trying—fuck, i’m trying,” he babbled, his voice cracking. his head lolled to the side, his lips parted in a silent cry as you continued to suck and lick at him, your tongue tracing slow, wet circles.

your free hand moved back to his cock, wrapping around the shaft and stroking it slowly, your thumb smearing the precum that was steadily leaking from the tip.

“look at me,” you said, your voice softer this time.

his eyes fluttered open, glassy and red-rimmed, his gaze locking onto yours. the sight of you, lips wrapped around him, your hand working him in tandem, had him letting out a desperate, broken sound that went straight to your core.

“you like this?” you asked, pulling back slightly, your hand still stroking him as you kissed along his inner thigh.

“yes,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “fuck, yes. feels so good.”

“yeah?” you teased, your lips quirking into a smirk as you nipped at his skin. “you’ve been waiting for this? waiting for me to touch you like this?”

he nodded frantically, “always,” he admitted. “always wanted you like this. please don’t stop.”

you purred, letting your tongue glide back up to his base before taking him into your mouth again, this time deeper, letting him feel the heat of your throat. “fuck—oh my god,” he sobbed, his hands twitching at his sides, like he wanted to touch you but didn’t dare.

“go on,” you encouraged, pulling off just enough to speak. “touch me. you’re being good, aren’t you?”

his hands immediately flew to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he let out another choked moan. “yes,” he breathed, “yes, so good, i’ll be so good for you.”

you hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head slowly, your hand working in time with your movements. his thighs shook beneath you, his breath hitching every time your tongue pressed against the sensitive vein running along the underside of his cock.

“you’re so fucking pretty like this,” you said, pulling back just enough to let your spit-coated hand continue stroking him. “all flushed and crying for me. does it feel that good?”

“so good!” he gasped, tears spilling over again as he bucked his hips involuntarily.

you hummed in approval, your tongue flicking over the tip before dipping lower again, taking one of his balls into your mouth once more. the way his entire body shook beneath you, his voice breaking into desperate little cries—it was everything.

“you’re mine,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin. “aren’t you?”

“yours!” he sobbed, his voice cracking. “all yours...”

you pulled back, your lips slick with spit and precum, watching as seungcheol’s chest heaved like he’d just run a marathon. his head was tilted back against the pillows, mouth slightly open, a trail of drool glistening at the corner of his lips. his cock twitched in your hand, still throbbing and leaking like it couldn’t survive a second without you.

“cheol,” you said, your voice sharp enough to cut through the haze.

he didn’t answer. his eyes were half-lidded, rolling back as another pathetic whimper slipped past his lips.

“yah,” you hissed, your free hand moving down to cup his balls, squeezing them just enough to snap him out of it.

he jerked, his hips twitching as a choked cry tore from his throat. his wide, glassy eyes met yours, full of confusion, like he wasn’t sure whether to apologize or beg for more.

“you listening now?” you asked, your tone playful but firm.

“y-yeah,” he stammered.

you smirked, leaning forward just enough to let your breath fan over his cock. “good. now, tell me—do you want me to make you cum like this?” your hand gave his length a slow, deliberate stroke, watching as his eyes fluttered shut again. “or do you want me to ride you?”

his eyes snapped open at the second option, but he still didn’t answer. his mouth opened and closed like he was trying to speak but couldn’t get the words out, and you swore he looked like a little kid trying to pick between candy flavors.

“cheol,” you said again, your grip on his balls tightening just enough to make him yelp. “i’m not giving you both, so choose. now.”

he whimpered, his lower lip trembling as he looked at you like you were some kind of goddess and he didn’t want to disappoint.

“i—i want…” he trailed off, his voice cracking as his cock twitched in your hand again.

“come on,” you urged. “use your words, birthday boy.”

his cheeks flushed deeper, and he swallowed hard before finally stammering out, “i want you to ride me.”

“do you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as your hand gave him one last teasing stroke.

“mhmm,” he breathed, his voice shaky but certain. “please. want to feel you. need to—need to be close to you.”

you smiled, your chest swelling. “good boy,” you murmured, releasing him completely and watching as he whimpered at the cut-off.

you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips as his hands immediately flew to your thighs, gripping them like he was scared you’d disappear—again. the way his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin through the transparency of the robe, and the big slit that have been created as the robe opened up, made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

you reached between your legs, guiding his cock to your entrance, letting the tip tease your folds just enough to have him squirming beneath you.

“mm..fuck” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. “you’re so wet. is that—fuck, is that for me?”

“all for you,” you lied, he knew you were mocking him as you slowly sank down onto him.

the stretch was so good, never fails to make you arch your back, his cock filled you so perfectly had your breath hitching. but the sound he made was way down pathetic. it was half moan, half sob, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“oh my god,” he choked, his hands flying to your waist as his hips jerked involuntarily. “you’re so—so tight. best birthday gift ever.”

you rolled your hips slowly, letting him feel every inch of your gummy walls, and his grip tightened, you can feel his strong fingers marking your meat.

“you like being used like this?”

“yes!” he gasped, his voice high and broken. “love it. love you.”

you froze for half a second, the words catching you off guard, but you quickly recovered, your lips curling into a smirk. “that so?”

“yeah,” he breathed, his eyes squeezing shut as you started to move again. “fuck, i love you. love everything about you.”

every roll of your hips, pulled more sounds from him than you thought possible—moans, gasps, sobs, all spilling from his lips like a declaration.

your hips moved in a steady rhythm, dragging his cock in and out of you in a way that made your thighs burn, but the way seungcheol looked at you—like you were the fucking universe—made it impossible to stop. you clenched around him, squeezing tightly, and his mouth fell open, a strained whimper spilling out as his fingers dug into your hips as you rocked your pussy back and forth.

you pushed his shirt up higher, your eyes falling on his chest, where his nipples were flushed a deep red against his tan skin. his brows furrowed in confusion when he noticed your gaze.

“what?” he asked, his voice hoarse and breathless.

“you don’t even know, do you?” you teased, your nails trailing up his chest. “how red they get when you’re about to cum?”

“what?” he repeated, his tone higher this time, all embarassed.

“oh, baby,” you cooed, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “you’re so fucking cute.”

his face flushed even deeper, and you felt his cock twitch inside you as your hands wrapped around his neck. his eyes widened immediately, his breath hitching as he stared up at you, his lips parted in surprise.

“you like this?” you asked, your grip tightening just enough to make his pulse race beneath your fingers.

he let out a strangled moan, his hands flying up to your thighs like he didn’t know whether to stop you or hold on tighter. “y-yeah,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “fuck, yeah.”

“then be good for me, cum for me, cheol. now.”

his entire body tensed, his hips jerking up. you clenched around him again, your grip on his neck firm as you ground down harder as the first waves of your orgasm hit you.

you raised your hips just in time, letting his cock slip out of you as he spilled all over his stomach, ropes of cum painting his skin. his head fell back against the pillows, his chest heaving as he let out a broken sob, his hands trembling against your thighs.

you collapsed onto his chest, your hand moving between your legs to circle your clit frantically, your moans muffled against his ear as you chased the last remnants of your own orgasm.

“oh my fucking god...” you panted, your fingers working faster as your hips ground against his thigh.

he turned his head slightly, his eyes hazy as he watched you, his lips parted in awe. “you’re…so beautiful...”

you moaned loudly as your orgasm hit you, your body shaking against his as you buried your face in his neck, your hand slowing to a stop.

as the high ebbed away, your body melted into his, your limbs heavy and your breath evening out. you let your full weight settle on him, and he groaned softly, the sound less of discomfort and more of deep, satisfied contentment. his arms came around you instinctively, holding you close, his hands splayed wide against your back like he never wanted to let go.

you lay there, your cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. you tried to ignore how your own heart raced, guilt creeping in as you replayed the last week in your head.

sometimes, you really felt like shit about the way you treated him. seungcheol was too good for you, with that big heart of his—always giving, always forgiving. the problem wasn’t him. it was you.

you hoped he couldn’t feel the way your heart thudded against his chest, the weight of your remorse making it beat faster.

you lifted your head slightly, pressing soft kisses to his cheek, your fingers tangling in his hair as you gently scratched at his scalp. he sighed, leaning into your touch like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.

“cheol,” you murmured, your voice softer than you planned. “can i give you one more gift tonight?”

he didn’t answer right away. his eyes drifted to the ceiling, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“only one?” he asked after a moment.

you hummed, matching his teasing tone. “yeah. just one. better make it count, birthday boy.”

he chuckled softly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. instead, his gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your back.

“i don’t think you can give me what i really want...” he said finally.

you tilted your head, your brows furrowing. “what do you mean?”

he hesitated before he turned his head to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

“i want to be here with you... but knowing that you… that you actually like me back.”

he held your gaze, his eyes raw and vulnerable, waiting for a response that you didn’t know how to give.

“cheol, you know that right now i—” you started, your voice cracking.

but he shook his head, his lips curving into a small, sad smile. “it’s okay,” he said quickly, though the way his arms tightened around you betrayed his words. “i didn’t mean to ruin the moment. i just… i had to say it.”

you didn’t know what to say. guilt churned in your stomach, your heart pounding against his chest as his words echoed in your head.

he deserved so much more than you could give, and yet here he was, holding you like you were his whole world.

seungcheol let out a shaky breath, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against the curve of your spine. “but since that won’t happen…” he trailed off, his voice wistful.

your chest tightened, the words striking a nerve you weren’t ready to deal with. you stayed silent, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, hoping he couldn’t see the way your brows knitted together.

“can you…” he hesitated, his fingers twitching against your skin. “can you come to my birthday party tonight? i know it’s late, but it’s probably still going. i’d love to see you there.”

you froze. you knew what he was asking—he wanted you to show up for him, to step into his world, even if it made you uncomfortable.

“cheol,” you said slowly, lifting your head to look at him. his expression was expectant.

“please,” he added, whispering in an almost pityful way. “just for a little while. it’s my birthday.”

you bit your lip, glancing away. the idea of walking into a room full of people who probably hated you wasn’t exactly appealing, but the way he looked at you, made it hard to say no.

“fine,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

“really?” he asked, his face lighting up instantly.

“yeah, really,” you said, rolling your eyes.

he sat up, pulling you with him.

you groaned, pushing against his chest. “ugh, fine. let me get ready, then.”

he followed you into the bathroom like a puppy, leaning against the doorway as you washed your face and fixed your hair. his gaze was soft, trailing over you like he was memorizing every detail.

“stop staring,” you said, your tone sharp but lacking any real bite.

“can’t help it,” he replied, his voice warm. “you’re gorgeous.”

you rolled your eyes again, but your cheeks flushed anyway, and you hated how easily he got to you.

“you should get ready too,” you said, pointing at him with a toothbrush in hand.

“i’m fine like this,” he said with a shrug, gesturing to his wrinkled shirt and jeans.

“you’re not showing up to your own party looking like you just got laid,” you shot back, smirking when his ears turned red.

“fine,” he grumbled, shuffling off.

by the time you were both dressed and ready, the nerves in your stomach were in full swing. seungcheol, however, looked ridiculously pleased with himself, his hand finding yours as he led you toward the door.

seungcheol practically vibrated with happiness as he led you up to the front door of his house. he tried so damn hard to play it cool, to keep his steps measured and his grin from stretching too wide. but his chest felt like it might burst at any moment, the thought of walking in with you by his side enough to make him wanna jump like some kind of elf in a fairytale.

this was it. you were here. about to meet his family, his friends. his whole world.

he took a deep breath and opened the door, immediately met with a chorus of voices.

“finally!” jeonghan shouted, throwing his arms up like he’d been waiting for years.

“where the hell have you been?” his brother added exasperatedly.

seungcheol pressed his lips together, holding back a smile as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “i, uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down for a second before looking back up, his voice soft but proud. “i needed to bring someone special before the ‘happy birthday.’”

the room fell silent as you stepped out from behind him, your hands clutching the straps of your bag like a lifeline. your small, tentative smile was enough to stop everyone in their tracks.

you shifted awkwardly under the weight of their stares, the sound of the music thumping softly in the background the only thing filling the silence.

and that’s when it hit them.

oh.

this was the reason seungcheol had been acting so out of character, the reason he’d been spiraling for months. you weren’t just some girl he was into. no, you were a fucking vision. gorgeous in a way that made the room seem brighter. mesmerizing without even trying.

now they understood. now it all made sense.

of course he was crazy over you. of course he’d been spiraling. who wouldn’t be?

but the realization also came with a quieter, more awkward truth: this was the girl they’d all cursed out in private. the girl they’d ranted about after every drunken night where seungcheol had cried into his beer or disappeared to avoid them.

they exchanged quick glances. yeah, they got it now, but it didn’t erase the fact that they’d judged you before even meeting you.

a nagging question none of them dared to voice but couldn’t shake.

were you really worth it?

jeonghan, the one who never held his tongue, raised a brow and smirked. “well, shit. now i get it.”

seungcheol’s face flushed a deep red, his hand instinctively finding the small of your back as if to shield you from the inevitable onslaught of teasing.

but instead of cracking a joke, jeonghan just smiled and nodded, his eyes softening. “welcome,” he said, his voice genuine.

the others slowly followed suit, their smiles tentative but warm as they tried to mask their lingering curiosity.

and as seungcheol led you further into the house, his hand never leaving your back, he felt like he’d just won the lottery. because for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t walking into this house feeling defeated or embarrassed.

this time, he was walking in with you.

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Word of Advice...

Spencer Reid x Black! Fem! Pregnant! BAU! Reader

Spencer Reid Masterlist <3

Spencer and his fiancée are having a baby, and everyone has some advice for them.

I based this on JJ's pregnancy in season 4. This is basically the three times someone gave Spencer some advice about being a dad and his fiancé some advice, I cried writing this because of hormones y'all

Warnings: pregnancy, brief mention of sex, mention of a daddy kink, nothing really, fluff, twins

Request are also open if anyone wants to send anything!

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"You know, no matter how much you research it won't help when you have to actually hold the baby."

Spencer's head jerked up from his computer, no longer fidgeting with his nails and glanced over to Derek. Tabs upon tabs of information distracted him for the past hour. 'What to do as a first time dad', 'When to Start Expecting Cravings', 'How to Prevent Diaper Rash', 'Baby-proofing 101' and more.

The office buzzed softly behind him, other agents bustling around. It was a cool morning, nice and bright but had all the cold spring air Spencer had grown to love with the early call time of his job. Hotch was up in his office, Rossi was currently in the bathroom attempting to battle some sort of meal his stomach didn't agree with, Emily called in sick, JJ had a doctors appointment and wouldn't be in until later and Penelope was busying herself with some random task.

"Sorry, what?" Derek chuckled, his eyes ran over the mess on Spencer's desk. All of his case files, the parenting books he'd bought, the cups of coffee littering the area. How was this guy gonna keep his house clean with a kid running around in it?

"Morgan is right, even though he should be focused on his work. A word of advice, its good to get into the habit of picking up as you go along. Helps in the long run, you know." Hotch appeared from nowhere, in typical Hotch fashion with words of wisdom.

It was true. Spencer Reid, at the age of 27, got his girlfriend fiancée (he was still getting used to the title) pregnant. He got her pregnant, and then all the initial joy and imaginary world where everything would be perfect everything came slightly faded for him. He suddenly remembered him and his fiancée work a hard job with hard hours and an even harder toll on the mind. But he'd been trying not to focus on that, instead just trying to stay on the constant upside.

"Well yeah. I guess coffee cups all over the place aren't gonna be helpful in trying to keep the place tidy." Spencer chuckled, tapping one of the coffee cups on his desk with a random pen.

"I’ll say. You know your girl isn’t down with the nonsense, you better keep that house spick and span if you want to keep your ass clear of a beating. And if she's gonna be the one stressing with child care it'll be safer is you just stay clean and out the way.” Derek lamented. Hotch chuckled and Spencer glanced down at his hand while he grinned.

While he wouldn’t normally wear his engagement ring to work, they weren’t in the field today (hopefully) and he may have forgotten to taken it off this morning when they decided to stay in bed for an extra 45 minutes to sleep soundly. So what was the harm in wearing it? It was a little bit of his home life he would let seep into his daily life.

"Isn't it a little bit too early for you to be looking at all of this anyways? I mean I guess it's technically never too early but she's only what a month a long?" Derek asked, settling himself to sit on the corner of Spencer's desk.

Derek pushed an empty chip bag out the way, as he had settled on the one clear part of the desk. Spencer instinctively grabbed the bag and tossed it into the small trash bin he kept under his desk.

"It's never too early! I figured the better I prepare, the better I'll be able to help out when I'm home. I want to take as much paternity leave as I can, I want to be helpful when I'm home with her." He really should be attempting to clean. A stack of papers straightened, coffee cups gathered into one hand and tossed into the bin two at a time.

"Word of advice..." Hotch grimaced, as he tapped a coffee cup that sloshed and Spence had to grab to keep it from spilling all over his desk. "If you keep your desk as clean as you intend to keep your house, she'll be sending you back to work faster than you can imagine." With a ghost of a smile, Derek chuckled and ruffled Spencer's hair. Hotch smirked, seeing Spencer's mouth hanging open, and the two decided to take their leave to go back to doing the jobs they get paid so much for.

It was true, Spencer is usually a very clean guy but sometimes things get a bit messy. And usually, his fiancée wouldn't mind as long as it wasn't too outrageous but pretty soon those pregnancy hormones would come in full force. A shiver went down his spine as he imagined facing her anger at him leaving piles of books and coffee mugs all over the living room with a chubby baby sat on her hip. Picking up the last few coffee cups, Spencer straightened up his desk once more and finally tried to focus on work.

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"Morning JJ, you want some coffee?" Of course, I was joking. The joke was that JJ (who had recently returned from her maternity leave) was pleased that she could drink coffee again. If anyone bounced right back from pregnancy it was Jennifer Jareau. She looked flawless, glowing even more after her pregnancy. I can only pray to have that same miraculous recovery.

I couldn't drink coffee, the smell making me sick now. Of course I already couldn't have it, you know growing a baby, but it was far easier to resist the temptation.

A job like this has you running on caffeine, quitting cold turkey was like stopping cigarettes over night. Now I settled for some decaf tea, like peppermint or lemon and ginger.

"So, how's things going for the first term?" JJ chuckled, as I placed my spoon down on the counter and blew on the tea. This morning was some hot apple cider with cinnamon and I had a nice everything bagel on the side with some cream cheese spread over it.

"Well I've had too pee every sixty seconds, my tits are expanding with every second, and everything I eat makes me gain forty pounds thanks to bloating. So, great." The happy mood I had this morning was gone. I got to work and suddenly I wanted to put my fist through the steering wheel. And for some reason, Spencer's aftershave was making me want to cry. He just smelt so good, and he looked so good driving us to work, and lately he's just so handsome. Maybe it's knowing that we were about to have a bundle of joy?

"Mood swings getting you, huh?" JJ chuckled, turning around and heading to her desk as I followed behind.

"I'm ready to stop coming in now, I don't know how you were here up until you gave birth. You literally went into labor, I'm ready to go home now. Right now." I scoffed, and grumbled in irritation. I was even ready to stop wearing heels to work.

It felt like at any moment, I would just explode. That extra 45 minutes of sleep helped very, very little.

"Well, a word of advice, positive self talk is so helpful. I don't know why but when I was pregnant everything Will did drove me up a wall, I'm talking I wanted to take down his side of the bed only." JJ chuckled as we approached our desks. I slid into my seat, chuckling. JJ threw down her jacket, a push present from Will, and stretched.

Across the bull pen, Derek and Penelope walked past giggling about something. The two of them thick as thieves like always. The Sun had fully risen, and the world was wide awake. Cars honked outside, the team was wondering around on the floor and of course with no reason to be in the field today it was time to hunker down.

Sit down, do some paper work, the whole 9-5. I couldn't focus on the 9-5 though, hormones driving me to run into my fiancé's arms. To smell him, to hug him and remind him just how much I love him by showering him with hugs and kisses.

"How would you even take down his half?" I laughed as a blew on the cider and opening the file on my desk.

"I was looking at chainsaw's on Amazon, I had a plan I just needed to do it." JJ shrugged, opening her own case file and looking up at me through her lashes.

"Listen, my point is, you just have to try to talk to yourself. You're mind is vulnerable right now to all sorts of crazy emotions. You might suddenly hate everything about Spencer. You can randomly wake up and decide you hate him, you hate yourself, you hate the way your house looks, and that you should just take your baby and run away but you have to remember to keep yourself grounded in reality." With a soft sigh and took a sip of my tea, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't about to hear what I was about to say.

"I'm having the opposite issue with Spencer. I want to like, live in his skin." Was I ashamed to admit it? No. Was it slightly embarrassing to say it out loud? Yes.

"Oh! Okay! I mean, if that makes you happy!" It would make me very happy. Happier than this bagel was presently making me.

"No but I mean it. The mood swings will get worse as your first trimester goes on, you have no idea. Just try talking to yourself as often as possible, journal. Take care of yourself."

"Okay okay, I will. Thanks JJ, you're the best." With a shared smile, it was finally time to get some work done. Or just finish my bagel. Yeah, I'm just gonna finish my bagel.

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"No, mom you need to stay in the house. Yes, she's home with you, you will be fine. I saw my fiancée this morning, I don't miss her that badly in the two hours I've been outside. I'm at Target mom. Okay. Love you, bye mom."

Finally off the phone, Spencer slid his phone back into his back pocket. Diana was there for a visit, something she begged Spencer enough that she wore down his negotiating skills. So she got out of the ward for a fun few days.

And yes, Spencer did love the time he got to spend with his mom. He was more than happy to have her. But preparing for a baby, his fiancée either soul crushingly sad or horny or showing him things for their baby because in four months she'd be forcing it out of her body, and keeping your mom on her meds and your fiancée on her prenatal meds...sometimes a man needed to go to Target.

Sometimes a man needed to make breakfast, intentionally finish the milk and eggs, and suddenly have other errands that needed to be run outside.

Pushing through the aisles of Target, they all blended together. Everything just seemed crazy now. His fiancée was pregnant. She was pregnant, and their baby was coming in four months. She was nesting now, according to JJ.

When they found out she was pregnant she remained logical. She mapped out each important date, each doctors appointment, and left major shopping for a bit later. Spencer was the one buying mountains of books, crying over the minuscule things. Now though, she was crying over the little things, waking up with insane cravings (his favorite one to be woken up at 2:47 in the morning over? Buffalo sauce. Not like, buffalo wings. Buffalo sauce by itself but it needed to be hot and in a bowl and when Spencer protested she looked ready to rip him in two), and each day was filled with 'Spencer look at this, Spencer we need this, Spencer we HAVE to have this for our baby or we're shitty parents, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer.'

He was in heaven.

His wife couldn't get enough of him, literally sniffing him like he was a big ass pile of coke, his mom was over, it was almost time for their gender reveal (which Emily and Rossi somehow ended up in charge of planning but whatever), and he would be a literal daddy. Not in the sense that she called him but in the actual way.

Without even realizing it, he was in the baby section. His feet basically dragged him there. There was a little onesie, which would be the perfect size for his baby, a pair of baby booties randomly placed near by. But the couple made a promise to themselves, they wouldn't buy anything without each other unless they literally had to have it for their baby. Like the really cute onesie that Spencer found with a little 'R' on the front. 'R' for Reid. Soon they'd be Mr. and Mrs. Reid. Their baby's last name would be Reid.

His fingers ran over the soft cotton fabric of a pink onesie, that had the cutest little flowers stitched on the toes. He pictured it for a moment, a little chunky light skinned baby with curly hair and dark eyes. Brown eyes and chubby cheeks for his/her mommy and daddy to bombard with kisses.

With soft little fingers and little toes. With big eyes filled with innocence that was Spencer's job to guard, that he already knew he'd lay his life down to protect in a heart beat. A baby with a tiny heart beat that he'd be honored to hold. His baby. Their baby together that they made together.

Spencer didn't know when he started moving again, or when he weaved through the groups of people making their way around Target, but he was now on his way to the front and suddenly stopped in front of the cribs.

A large wooden crib with pretty little birds carved into the side. A mobile hung over the soft insides. There were some pillows inside and a mattress inside that looked nice and soft. On the left of it, a white crib, nothing on it but it looked nice and sturdy. And he knew they could probably find some nice designs to put all over the sides.

"First time?" A deep, scratchy voice pulled Spencer from his thoughts. It was an older man maybe 15-20 years older, with his wife standing close to him. Their cart was filled with toys and an abundance of blue. Blue onesies, blue bottles, blue pacifiers, blue toys, blue bibs, blue blankets, blue teething rings. If it was blue, it was in the cart. Clearly not their first time.

"Yeah. I mean, yes, my fiancée. She's pregnant." The smile and blush of happiness that came whenever Spencer told anyone came back. Heat filled his face with joy. Not nerves or anything just pure joy. He wished she was there with him. He wished she was with him looking at the cribs and holding his hand while they looked around. The couple chuckled at how pink he got before the wife began to speak.

"Word of advice, crib shopping without her is a good way to start a war. If he went crib shopping without me for out first I would've murdered him." People say such crazy shit when they don't know you're in law enforcement. Spencer knew she was kidding and couldn't care less but sometimes he wondered how different everyone around him would act if they knew he was FBI.

At work, when he walked onto a scene wearing that jacket with the letters big yellows letters on the back people steered just a bit more clear of him. I mean the FBI is literally the FBI. If he was a normal ass cop he'd be a bit intimidated as well.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she'd do the same thing. I'm just looking right now though. I don't want to do any part of this without her." Spencer would never be this open with strangers but some strange part of him, maybe the part that wished he had grandparents, had him telling this couple with kind eyes. And he of all people knew not to judge a book by its cover. Sometimes it was the nicest looking people who committed the most vile crimes.

"Oh, sometimes you'll have too. Of course, you would never make that choice but take it from 40 years of marriage and 38 years of parenting: sometimes you have to make the calls on your own. It doesn't seem likely now, but as a father you may have to make the best call for your child if your partner is unable to make any sort of choice." Huh.

He never thought about that. Well he should've. He's seen marriages torn apart (usually by the most stressful situation possible, your child being kidnapped or murdered or something) because of one parents choice. Usually it being glancing away for one second. But what if his kid needs something while she's out cold? Maybe she's fast asleep and his kid wants to go outside or something. God forbid it's something far more serious, Spencer would have to make a choice.

Maybe. Who knows. But it was true. Sometimes, Spencer would need to make a choice on his own. And although they promised to make any and all big choices together smaller things would require an adults attention.

The realization was too clear on his face because the man chuckled.

"I'm Clive and this is Judy, it was lovely to meet you young man." He extended a hand, and Spencer took it, returning the firm handshake.

"Spencer. It was nice to meet you too. Thank you for the advice."

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Music was one of the most emotional things in the world. It connected people, spoke to people, saved people. Right now it was destroying me. Right now, I could only hear my heart beat and the Billy Joel song that was wearing me down. The song had me in tears.

I was sitting at our bay window, Diana was watching Judge Judy and sitting calmly after she took her medication this morning with her breakfast. I had a blanket thrown over my legs, a pillow behind my back and my headphones strapped over my ears. She was softly breathing, clutching a pillow to her chest and fidgeting with the soft fringes around the edges of the pillow. From here, she looked a bit like Spencer, eyes focused on the screen with her head tilted slightly to the side. How much would our baby look my me? Or Spencer? Or even Diana, maybe his father or my parents? Anything was possible.

The soft rain pitter-pattered on the window and it just added to my mood. Was I sad? Was I happy? Bitter-sweet was the right word. How would I feel as our child grew before my very eyes? As I watched my baby get bigger with each passing moment? Before eventually they stood on their own two feet and walked completely on their own? I whimpered, an ache in my chest. Each day would be a beautiful reminder of what was to come.

I tried my hardest to keep it down, lest I bother my baby's grandmother. Oh god, grandmother. Diana would be a grandmother. The dam broke all over again and I buried my face in the sheet that was thrown over my knees

"A word of advice," I perked up when Diana's voice added to the mix of music, muffled sobbing and Judge Judy screaming at some random lady.

"When I was pregnant with Spencer, I was all over the place. I kept it to myself, I felt alone. I felt that because I was off my medication my feelings weren't normal but they completely are. Keeping my feelings inside, that turned into stress. Then resentment. For myself, for my husband and sadly for Spencer. Try talking to Spencer about your issues instead of letting them fester."

She read me like a book, what the fuck. Okay I hadn't been the most inconspicuous with my crying BUT dang I wasn't expecting that. I was actually planning to go into the bathroom because I didn't intend to disturb her. Something about being and FBI agent meant emotional constipation. Therefore, I didn't want to talk about my feelings on a deep level, and I did not want a whole thing to be made of it.

But Diana didn't look at me. She didn't turn around and look at me with pity or understanding, she didn't stand up and attempt to hug me, she didn't try questioning me on what was wrong. She just said it. She said it, blue eyes trained onto the TV as a commercial for mesothelioma played. I did my best to wipe tears from my eyes, and from down my face. Perhaps it was time to do away with the music. But in a way, I didn't want this feeling to end. I wanted to feeling to stay. The bitter-sweet feeling washing over me like a blanket. My heart hurt in the best possible way.

"Thank you Diana. I'm not upset, just...feeling things." With a chuckle as I wiped my eyes rubbed my no doubt puffy eyes.

"Well. As long as you're feeling something." Her eyes glued to the TV screen as Judge Judy came back on.

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"Hi everyone, thank you for coming. I just wanted to say thank you for coming to our lovely couples baby shower, Lord knows we all expected to be here sooner." Derek chuckled, raising his ginger ale to us, as we sat perched on the couch next to Rossi's pool. Chuckles and laughter went up all around us, Spencer laughed into his Pepsi. His smile lines crinkled under his sun glasses. God, he just looked kissed by the Sun. God (if there was one) took his time. He took his sweet ass time sculpting each little crease, crinkle, each hair on his head. And it truly paid off.

"Now, if the parents will just come to the front, we'll have them figure out the gender." Finally, Jesus. I loved Derek. I do! But my God could the man talk. And talk. Then talk some more. Maybe it was just the heat bothering me.

It was a sunny day, not too hot though just hot enough to annoy me. People in pink and blue bathing wandered around, Hotch was lounging in his blue swim trunks, Jack standing next to his dad and asking him a stream of questions (he was in that stage) had a the funniest amount of hot pink I've ever seen a child have on.

The wind gave a gentle breeze that offered slight reprieve from the heat as JJ and Will sipped virgin pina coladas from fun sippy cups in their matching pink swim suits. Henry was left with the rest of the kids in the play area with the baby sitters (the same company I planned on using for our wedding) and he arrived in a precious little pink ensemble with pink little sunglasses and sun hat.

And Penny, who could ever forget the darling Penny, who was coming back from the bathroom, with pink hair dye and basically everything else on her body. Even pink eyeshadow. I felt put to shame, thinking my all pink get up was a lot. Spencer had on a blue buttoned up shirt only for the sake of possible opposing sides.

Emily and Rossi (the only people who knew the gender) both wore black swim suits as they sat at the bar. Both giving us no clues at all to the babies gender. Honestly, this entire thing was a bit too big for a regular baby shower.

But we weren't setting any forest fires. Just spending a lot of money on our first child. And with the money we make, of course our children would be pampered each step of the way. No expense needed to be spared. And Spencer, easy going as it is, allowed me to handle the planning for our baby shower (as much as Emily and David allowed me) along with planning our wedding.

The bar, custom drink menu I created, the baby sitting company for all of our friends to bring their kids (honestly this is a small practice run for our wedding), catering company, the pool toys, the kiddie pool Rossi let us set up, and the goodie bags. And Spencer showed up, looking perfect as usual.

Rising to his feet, Spencer gave me a hand and pulled me up from my seat. We waddled (I waddled, Spencer pushed through the small crowd) through the waves of folks who came to see us today (or just came for free food) and eventually climbed to the front.

Looking out at the sea of faces, I almost cried again. I felt Emily place a palm on my shoulder and I wiped my tears before they could fall down. She handed Spencer and I both ice picks, Rossi directing the videographer and the photographer (a personal gift from him). Two black balloons, held in place by David and Emily.

Two black balloons that held out entire future. Two black balloons meant more to me than I thought was humanly possible. My heart beat pounded, as Derek said something about a countdown. The crowd began counting down from ten, as if a countdown was enough for the most important moment of my life, my hands getting sweatier by the moment. Spencer gripped my hand and I glanced over.

Ten...

And I realized then Spencer was terrified as I was.

Nine...

But we were terrified together.

Eight...

And we'd feel everything together from the moment this baby came

Seven...

No matter what happened, no matter how many faces we saw before us right now, it was Spencer and me, and our baby. And maybe one day, more of our babies.

Six...

My soon to be husband, and my child. My eyes welled up again, and Derek made a joke about mom crying early. I'd have to curse him later for being so funny. Our little family was no longer just him, I, Diana and my parents, who were in matching blue outfits watching in anticipation.

Five...

My tears and heart beat combined sounded like the ocean thrumming in my ears and Spencer chuckled nervously and stared down at his flip flops.

Four...

Almost...

Three...

Almost right at my future, the rest of my life.

Two...

Jesus just get to one!

One...

I nearly froze from fear but pushed the ice pick into the balloon, and a sprinkle of pink fell over me. I screamed, my heart soared and I jumped onto Spencer with joy and people clapped an cheered. My mom screamed, literally sobbing as she fell to her knees.

A girl. A girl, to love, and care for, and teach. I wouldn't have cared, either way I wasn't worried but I had always wanted a baby. To have a girl. To love a daughter was truly a gift.

Spencer stood stalk still, like he was a statue and he a terrified grin crossed his face. I saw Rossi nod as Derek chuckled. There was a man holding up a sign, right in front of us with a giant '2' written in pink. Right in front of Spencer, no matter he saw it first.

"Uh oh, Dad's looking a bit- oh my god, oh my god!" And Spencer was flying backwards into Hotch and Rossi.

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"Oh, you can see him start to look a bit pale right there." Penelope narrated to his mother, who they were showing the video too on face time. Spencer was now sitting up right on the living room couch and sipping a ginger ale with trembling hands.

Spencer Reid was having twins. Could his life get any better? What did he ever do to deserve this much happiness? His head hurt just a bit, mainly from when he slipped off the couch after being set down and cracking his head on the floor but this was really happening. It was real.

Suddenly he felt a familiar presence. There she was holding two of his children inside of her and staring up at him with the most gorgeous eyes. She was gorgeous, even more so with the knowledge he had now, and he didn't even know it was possible.

He couldn't help himself, the tears filling his eyes as his mother and Penelope suddenly ended the call and she excused herself gracefully (the internet in the home was shitty, so she'd probably be calling back within the hour) and now he felt tears rushing down his face. She smiled at him, so softly that he couldn't even speak.

"I love you." She whispered as she drew her face closer to his and pressed a kiss onto his forehead.

"I love you too. And I love them." The words whispered, just for the two of them.

Well. The four of them.

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The end! I cried a lot during this for no reason lol. I literally bawled my eyes out, I'm suffering from massive baby fever. Anyways, I hope you all like this one <3

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Granted, it was a bad idea to go camping in the forest on halloween.

And yes, it was a bad idea to go hiking while the sun was setting and it would soon be night-time.

So of course, you were lost, alone, in the rapidly darkening woods while the sound of wolves echoed in the distance.

Part of my Halloween event!

Warnings: smut, literal doggystyle, biting, issues around consent? Idk just read cautiously bc it's kind of unclear

Sue you, you were an adventurer at heart and god forbid, you wanted to have some fucking fun after a hellish week at work.

But unfortunately your current predicament meant that you had no cell service and no way to get back to your car, so you walked.

And walked. For hours.

Just when you were about to start actually panicking, you spotted a faint light up ahead.

It turns out it was coming from a wooden cottage, from which you could see smoke coming out of the chimney.

Perfect. They probably had a phone or a car or some way to help you.

You knocked on the door.

No answer.

After a few seconds you knocked again, a bit harder, but still no answer.

A loud wolf howl suddenly breaking the eerie silence of the woods made you jump out of your skin and you knocked again, slightly panicking.

“Please” you muttered, but it was no use.

The howling suddenly stopped and somehow that was even scarier as your heart rate increased drastically.

A faint rumbling could be heard in the distance.

You weren't sure how to describe the sound. It was low and rythmically stopped every few seconds as if... as if it was coming from some sort of animal.

So growling. Something was growling out there, and as the sound got progressively louder, you realised it must be getting closer.

Leaves rustled all around you, and as you stood there, terrified out of your mind and glued to the door, a sudden shift in the air bathed you in a bright light.

You looked up to see the clouds moving and realised you were not looking a an alien ship coming to abduct you, but at the moon.

The full moon.

Another howl broke through your sanity and this one was much louder.

So loud in fact, that you realised it was right on the other side of the cabin.

Another wave of panic overtook you and your hand went straight to the door handle and turned it in a last ditch effort to get inside.

The door swung open and you could’ve cried at the relief as you ran inside and shut the door behind you.

In that brief moment of calm, you took in your surroundings and were surprised to see it was very cosy.

And was actually much bigger than it looked from outside.

You were in a living room, with big luxurious sofas and a beautifully carved wooden coffee table.

The walls were covered in framed pictures and paintings and in one corner was the kitchen, and in the other was a massive fireplace where a fire was crackling.

You looked at the undulating flames, and somehow all your worries slipped from your mind.

The comfort of the heat and the homely decor made you sleepy, and you realised how long you'd been wandering the forest for when your eyes settled on a clock.

It read 3:27 ... it had been dark for over 7 hours!

You were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of heavy footsteps falling on the porch outside.

You did the first thing you thought of, you ran to the nearest door and wrenched it open, revealing a bedroom, decorated similarly to the living room, with a huge canopy bed in the middle of it.

But you didn't dwell on the decor.

You shut the door, leaving just a tiny crack from which to observe from, as the front door of the cabin opened.

To your surprise, a dog entered.

But never mind how on earth a dog managed to turn a handle, no, that wasn't the strangest thing about it.

What caught your attention was it's size.

It was fucking enormous. Like, if it stood on its hind legs, its head would probably touch the ceiling.

It had soft black fur and looked like a mix between a doberman, and...

Well, a wolf.

It looked at the clock (What???) and whined, it's head hanging as if it was exasperated. Could a dog be exasperated? Also, can dogs read clocks???

And more importantly why is this dog the size of a fucking horse???

All these questions swam in your mind and you didn't register that it was coming towards you until it was too late.

It pushed the door open and startled when it saw you, cowering on the floor pathetically.

It narrowed its eyes and growled softly, and you realised that was what you heard when you were outside.

It stalked towards you and you backed up slowly, your back eventually hitting the edge of the bed.

You climbed on backwards, but soon enough your back hit the headboard, and you were well and truly cornered, nowhere else left to run.

The terrified look on your face seemed to amuse the dog and it let out something akin to a growly chuckle as it advanced, crawling up onto the bed after you.

Once it got close enough, it secured it's mouth around one of your ankles, not biting exactly, but hard enough to be able to yank you back down the bed, so that you were laying flat while it towered over yyou.

You were too scared to make any kind of noise, it was going to eat you, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were about to be eaten by a horse sized dog, and your body would be found by the owner of the cabin.

As if reading your mind, the dog smirked.

Well, dogs can't smirk, but if they could, that's what this one was definitely doing.

Instead of eating you however, it plopped down on top of you with its two front paws (which were almost bigger than human hands) on your shoulders, holding you down.

It still looked mildly pissed off, but nowhere near as angry as it was, and it just stared at you.

And you stared back.

And the two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, the dog not making any moves, and you certainly not trying to do anything to piss the dog off more.

As time went on, you started getting frustrated.

If this dog wanted to kill you, surely it would have by now.

What on earth was it doing?

Its piercing eyes were fixed on yours and you shivered.

Something about the way it was looking at you was, for lack of a better word, almost human.

“Hello?” you tried tentatively, not really knowing what to expect.

It tilted its head expectantly so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“Good dog”

If a dog could look unimpressed, this one certainly did.

“You're heavy as fuck you know that?” you said, and to your utter shock, the dog nodded.

“Can... Can you understand me?”

The dog nodded again and you were so bewildered you didn't think before asking “Can you talk?”

The dog looked up at the ceiling, rolling its eyes as if to say “a talking dog? Really? Fucking idiot”.

Understandable.

“What are you?” you asked instead and the dog huffed in annoyance.

Right. If it can't talk then it can't fucking answer, dumbass.

“Do you live here?” you tried.

It nodded.

“Do you have a master?”

That was apparently the wrong thing to ask because it growled and bared its teeth at you.

“No, okay, sorry. Do you live here alone?”

It nodded again.

That didn't really make sense to you so you huffed out a frustrated laugh.

“What are you? Some kind of werewolf dog thing? Are you gonna turn into a man when the sun comes up?” You were clearly joking, but the dog nodded defiantly.

You froze.

“You- you're a werewolf?”

It nodded again.

You turned your head to look at the window, it was starting to get light out.

“You're going to turn into a man?”

It nodded.

Your eyes travelled over its body.

“Are you going to be naked?”

It narrowed its eyes and nodded slowly.

You gulped, for some reason that made you more nervous than the idea of being eaten.

You realised you'd said that out loud when the dog barked out a laugh.

Its features were getting more human by the minute, and he crawled off you in favour of rummaging through a pile of clothes.

He was slowly shrinking, fur getting shorter and shorter while his paws morphed into hands.

He grabbed a dressing gown and stuck his front legs (arms???) Through the sleeves and stood up.

He had his back to you so you couldn't see much, but his legs turned into human legs, albeit rather hairy ones, and the fur on his head grew until you realised it was actually his hair and that his ears had gone.

He turned around slowly.

He was indeed a man. A rather angry looking man, but a man none the less.

He stalked towards you and climbed onto the bed.

You'd been so weirded out by the whole experience you hadn't moved a muscle.

He straddled you and held you down, his hands on your shoulders like before, and snarled.

“Okay, now that I can talk, what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

A Spanish werewolf?

Okay sure, why not.

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked, voice trembling.

This insanely hot man was weirdly more terrifying than the giant dog.

He smirked as if reading your thoughts.

“That depends on your answer”

His voice was deep, and flowed like honey as it washed over you.

“I'm sorry. I was lost in the forest and I thought something was coming for me and I was scared so I came in ... I'm sorry I can just go and forget this ever happened”

That seemed to satisfy him and he let go of your shoulders, leaning back on his haunches as he took you in.

“You are lucky I did not find you in the forest last night. I would not have been able to hold myself back.”

A shiver ran through you. Somehow you had a feeling he wasn't talking about eating.

“So what are you going to do to me now?”

He licked his lips and his eyes darkened.

“I'm going to take my payment for being nice enough to let you go without eating you”

You gasped at his tone. His voice had dropped several octaves and his hands ran slowly up your sides.

He leaned over you close enough to whisper in your ear.

“And it's been a while since I had anyone trembling under me like this”

His delicate fingers came up to unbutton your shirt, popping the buttons one by one while nosing up your neck and jaw.

“Don't worry, hermosa. I'm going to make it good for you” his husky voice sent chills up your spine and you found yourself breathing heavier as his hands got lower.

He shuffled down your body, popping the button on your jeans before taking the zipper between his teeth and dragging it down, dark eyes never leaving yours.

Your body was overheating and you needed your clothes off now.

Suddenly he froze and a loud growl came from deep within him.

“I can smell you, you're fucking dripping for me”

He pressed his face to the crotch of your jeans and breathed in your scent that was driving him wild with lust.

He ripped your jeans off, tearing them at the seams and threw them across the room.

“Turn around” he rasped and you wasted no time doing so, settling on your elbows with your ass up in the air.

He groaned at the sight of you so pliant underneath him.

“Look at you presenting yourself like a bitch in heat for me”

You whined pathetically, wiggling your hips in an effort to make him do something, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable.

He ripped off your underwear easily and growled, pushing two fingers inside you easily.

It briefly sated something deep inside you, but it wasn't enough. You needed him to fill you up, stretch you to your limits, breed you until you couldn't walk.

You heard him huff out a laugh behind you.

“I am going to fill you up so good, nobody will ever be able to satisfy you like I can”

His tip breached you and you mewled, he felt so big already you were scared he would hurt you.

But once again, he read your mind.

“Don't worry, I will go slow... at first”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, invading your body as you tensed and quivered around him.

Once he was fully inside he let out a breath and draped himself over you, mouthing at your neck.

“You are doing so well, it is like you were made for me. Maybe I should keep you and fill you with my seed until it takes, hmm? Would you like that? Being the werewolf's little plaything?”

You moaned as he shifted inside you, getting ready to pound into you.

His lips hovered over a sensitive spot on your neck and licked over it, rough tongue making the skin tingle with light pain.

When you felt him place his teeth there you tensed up, feeling what he about to do a second before he did.

He sank his teeth in, piercing your skin painfully and at the same time thrusted his cock into you, the mix of pain and pleasure making you scream out.

He didn't stop the onslaught of his hips, and you squirmed but he held you in place with his weight and his teeth sinking further into your shoulder the more you moved.

It was animalistic, the way he held you in place while pounding into you with only one goal in mind: filling you up, claiming you as his.

The stretch of his cock inside your walls was delicious, the pleasure blinding you, making you almost push your hips back against him to take more.

You don't know why, but for some reason you trusted him completely, surrendering your body to him as you mind became fuzzy with need.

His hips sped up, increasing your pleasure and his, and it didn't take too long before you were clenching around him and riding out the waves of an orgasm.

He didn't stop though, his hips slapped against yours as he chased his own high.

Your body was on fire, overstimulated cunt being abused relentlessly while your shoulder burned and bled all over the sheets, the smell of it driving him wild and making him drive his hips into you even harder.

You were panting and moaning uncontrollably, all the sensations too much as you hurtled towards another orgasm, and this time your body went completely limp so he released your shoulder and lifted you upright so that he could pound into you from below, arms circling your waist and chest, one hand coming to hold your neck and expose your wound.

His tongue came out to lap at the blood dripping from it, licking over the bite possessively.

“Mine.” He growled and your orgasm washed over you, so intense that no sound came out as you trembled in his hold and he followed soon after, filling you up like he promised before laying you down flat.

He didn't soften though, and he kept thrusting into you gently, as you lay there unable to do anything but take it.

He slid a comforting hand up and down your back and you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness as his cum leaked out of you and he just kept going.

“Go to sleep, hermosa. You are going to need it for tomorrow. I will keep filling you up while you rest.”

You fell asleep with a soft smile, and a cum filled pussy as he filled you, again and again, breeding you on his cock.

You woke with a start, stiff back protesting as you shot up in your seat.

You were in your car, parked exactly where you'd left it the day before.

Your clothes were intact and your camping gear was in the back seat.

You checked your phone.

It was midday of the day after your trip.

You felt yourself up, even slipping a hand down your pants.

Everything felt normal, not sore, or wet.

You didn't know how any of this was possible, but you knew you hadn't imagined last night.

You couldn't have, it was so vivid... and yet...

You looked around and saw nothing of note so you started the car, quickly finding a road and got out of the forest.

There was absolutely no proof of what had happened last night, you hadn't even caught the man's name, and you rang your best friend to tell her about it and she just laughed, saying you’d probably had some weird lucid dream.

But you knew in your heart what happened was real.

The sun was almost blinding you as you drove so you pulled down the sun guard.

You almost crashed the car when you caught a glimpse of your neck in the small mirror.

You emergency parked on the side of the road and stared at your reflection.

There, clear as day, were clear teeth marks imprinted in your skin.

They were fresh, but as you prodded the wound with your finger, there was no pain whatsoever.

What there was instead was a dull ache.

The ache came from deep inside you, like a yearning.

You felt like you were going to burst into tears, and you didn't even know why.

What you did know, is that you had to find him again. You had to.

I will find you, you thought desperately.

Something purred inside you contentedly, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

A deep voice echoed in the back of your mind.

‘I'll be waiting’...

[bbbambam]

EMBARRASSING / ANNOYING MOMENTS 💀

featuring. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi, reo, sae, rin, barou, shidou

warnings. bad grammar, cracks, little cursed words, kinda suggestive in shidou’s

bam’s note. this weird pleasure while writing this, my oh my <3

isagi. you were resting on a bench when he offered to go buy you ice cream. as he walked back with the cones in his hand. he suddenly stumbled on an unknown rock and faceplanted. he also got nosebleed, by the way.

bachira. is one to jump the last few steps of the stairs. it is just today there is some malfunctions. he haphazardly slip and instead let his lower back & butt slide down the steps. it swells and hurts like shit.

chigiri. can’t go on a day without biting you. from your lips, fingers, waist, to thighs. he claims he just can’t resist the urge to sink his teeth in your squishy flesh. now this is your sign to buy a muzzle.

kunigami. is toned with sexy muscles. and he always throws his clothing so carelessly. one day after practice, he threw his shorts and they strike into your face mightily causing you to almost fall on your back.

nagi. it’s the new attack movement that was updated in his game. and he was obsessed with it. in his dream he was rampaging some monsters’ camp and accidentally pulled that move in real life. his elbow bumped vigorously straight into your nose. critical hit, nagi.

reo. it was your anniversary. before you come back, he wants to surprise you in the most romantic way a man could do. he tried to set up the candles and rose petals. however, it looks more like he was about to set your apartment on fire. (he ended up calling his butler)

sae. you were watching his practice so he tryna look hot. running his hand from his chin to his beautiful hair, that was his plan. but boy forgot he’s been practicing for hours. and when the sweats touched his eyes, he cried in pain.

rin. he works really hard when he practices. which more often than not left him beyond exhausted each day. and you offered your shoulder for him to take a nap on the ride home. after a while, your shoulder felt somewhat wet. yes, he drooled your shoulder. he almost pull his hair out when he woke up. (a stream of saliva still pour from his mouth)

barou. couldn’t accept the sight of your room. you just invited him for a sleepover and cuddle. though it turned into him rearranging / cleaning every corners of your room anew whilst rapping moody complaints and instructions on how to properly tidy up one’s house.

shidou. has a habit of groping / slapping your ass. either he’s pissed or jealous or whatever he would reach for your butt. he does it too often and does it too shamelessly. even in front of the audience before his game starts or amidst his teammates. a smug smirk on his face, always.

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[closetnerd62]

outsiders characters as things my campers have done from a 3 year camp counselor

disclaimer: i work primarily with early elementary ages kids and these are just meant to be silly i love all of these kids they are amazing tiny humans they are just also very silly sometimes

ponyboy: ask me everyday to look at my phone so that she could look at my backgrounds and ask me questions about every person in a picture

johnny: consistently beat the crap out of me at cards (he’s 8 and i was 17)

soda: had his counselor waterfall syrup straight from the bottle into his mouth when he won a game in celebration

steve: ran around with his backpack on the front, tripping and falling on top of the backpack, causing the bug spray in his backpack to explode (i had to dump at least 3 cups of bug spray out of his backpack)

two-bit: has the soundtrack to every descendants movie memorized and rapped it for me every day

dally: punch a kid in the balls in front of me for kicking over the stick house he made for rolly pollies and then immediately denying it

darry: insisted on carrying my two backpacks as well as his own and when i asked him if i could help him when he got tired carrying them up the hill, replied with “IM A REAL MAN AND A REAL MAN CARRIES A LADIES BAGS”

ace: ran an illegal gymnastics ring, teaching other kids gymnastics in the farthest corners of playing areas so as to not get caught.

cherry: inexplicably got covered in chocolate, cheeto dust, and glitter, we still have no idea where the glitter came from

marcia: sat me down every day during playground time, braided my hair, and would beef with me if i had to take it out at any point in the day

bev: got the entire camp organized to hold a wedding for two counselors (this has happened 3 years in a row)

bob: cried (loudly) for two hours straight and then stopped on a dime and just said “i’m done now”

chet: when his two friends suggested that they get out of the pool so they had time to get dressed, gave a very confused look before mumbling to himself “i don’t even know if i have a dress”

brill: sneezed in my hair. (he has the vibe of an allergy king)

trip: stood no more than a foot away from me at all i times. i would take a step back, he would take a step forward. this went on for a full month.

paul: bit me.

[5-puthyyy]

The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader) - Chapter 4

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Word Count: 2.3k

Summary:

Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...

Ch.1 ~ Ch.2 ~ Ch.3 ~ Ch.4 ~ Ch.5 ~ Ch.6 ~ Ch.7 ~ Ch.8 ~ Ch.9 ~ Ch.10

It has been two days since you’ve left your room. After that night, you cried yourself to sleep and woke far too late with a pounding headache. You wouldn’t put it past Agatha to burst into your room anyway, but she hadn’t. Instead, every few hours food and water would poof into your room and that was the most contact you’ve had with her.

Agatha’s words and obvious anger had triggered those memories of your banishment. Over the months, you busy yourself and concern yourself with survival to avoid confronting your emotions and accepting the reality of the situation. But every so often, you have a moment where it hits you. And it hurts. It stings every atom in you until you’re a trembling, crying mess and you’ve never let anyone in close enough to comfort you. You’ve only ever had to comfort yourself.

This morning, you’ve had enough of your isolation, needing some fresh air and a walk through the garden at the very least. You planned to do just that, not talk to either of them. And you’re well aware that it’s beyond ridiculous for you to behave this way in their own cabin, but if they had a problem with that then they would have had you out the door the moment you slammed it that night.

The door creaks as you slowly open it, and all you hear is silence. The sound of a pin dropping now would be as loud as a grenade. Pushing the door further, you finally step out in nothing but your nightgown, fingers trembling as you hold onto the handle. You can hear your heart pounding in your chest as you slowly walk through the corridor until you reach the entryway into the kitchen. You’ll have to pass it to get to the backdoor, to the garden.

Maybe they’re out again on business, you hope, steadying yourself with a hand to the wall. But you feel their Magick here, more so than when they were gone so you know they’re here. After a moment to calm your rapidly beating heart, you turn the corner, freezing when you find them sitting in front of bowls of fruit with saucered eyes staring right through your own.

You refuse to utter a word, instead frozen as you take in their clearly tired features. Agatha hasn’t bothered to do her hair, leaving it tied up in a messy way. Rio’s is wild and free down her shoulders, observing you with brows that furrow deeper the more she takes in your exhaustion. Without another second to waste, you walk by them and straight through to the garden, letting the door close shut behind you.

The moment you step out, you insanely sharply, trying to get control of yourself. But it’s so hard seeing them like that and feeling so…different to what you were before. It felt safe and warm, and now all you can think about is your stupid desires, the impending doom of them asking you to leave, and the constant reminder that no matter where you go you are not welcome. You are not accepted for who you are, as you are.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you begin to shiver, regretting your choice out of a coat. It is still extremely early, the Sun only just tipping over to warm you. Before you can head back inside, the door opens behind you and you freeze in your spot, refusing to look back. Your gaze remains fixed firmly on the flower beds ahead, trying to let the colours distract you from the movement of Rio, you realise, smelling a faint woodsy scent.

“Here,” she says quietly, her voice croaky. A soft layer covers your shoulders, wrapping around you. It smells like Agatha and you subconsciously let your eyes flutter, allowing her scent to sink into your lungs. Despite your fear and anxiety about her words, your body still reacts to her scent as if it’s the most comforting thing. You hate it.

Rio shuffles behind you, uncomfortable with the silence for a moment as she tries to assess how to approach this. You decide to put her out of her misery by sighing deeply and tilting your head up to look at the birds flying above. Before you’re able to break the silence, the door opens again.

“You will both catch your death in this cold,” Agatha speaks out, her voice commanding but soft, with a hint of concern and anxiety layered under the order. Rio listens right away, turning to walk back in, but you stand your ground, needing just another minute of indulgence, “Y/N,” she calls quietly, a whisper in the wind that flows to your ears, “Will you let me care for you?”

She says nothing more, turning back into the cabin knowing those are the magic words to pull you in. It’s manipulative, you tell yourself in frustration, trying to stubbornly remain angry at her as you storm inside, slamming the door shut behind you. Her head spins to you at that, a stern look in her expression. She brews you a cup of tea anyway and you take that as your first warning.

“You have not slept well,” Agatha states, not asking but knowing your mind has been keeping you tossing and turning in your bed. Rio grunts in agreement over her toast as she crunches the burnt piece of bread. At first, you thought Agatha was just a bad cook but you found out Rio is just strange enough to like it burnt.

“Did you expect me to?” your words come out like a dagger, piercing through the air so much that Agatha felt it, visibly flinching as she pours the hot tea into a cup for you. A pang of guilt hits your chest at her reaction.

“Sit,” she softly demands, taking her own seat as she places the cups on the table. Dragging your feet, you reluctantly take a seat, crossing your arms over your chest, “Do not behave like a child, Y/N,” Agatha rolls her eyes, scoffing at your pout. There’s a hint of playfulness below the surface but you’re not quite ready for that.

Refusing to give in, you roll your eyes back earning a raised brow from the both of them. “What are you going to do? Tell me to go to my room?”

Rio snorts. “Oh, I’m sorry, have you not spent enough time brooding alone in there yet? You are free to have a few more days if it pleases you,” she mocks, and it’s Rio so you know it’s mostly teasing, but the sarcasm still affects you in this sensitive state. The pout on your lips deepens enough for her to frown and immediately attempt to backtrack, “Oh, you know I do not mean it, sweetheart, can we please just discuss this and forgive? We have gardens to attend to, Magick lessons to learn, and–”

“I have learnt enough,” you mumble, softer, timid and fearful.

Agatha tilts her head, clenching her jaw tightly. “And what have you learnt?”

Lifting a hand to cup your tea and warm your fingers, you sigh and drop your head in defeat. “That you wish to banish me, as Mother did.”

The silence that follows is thick and deafening. You don’t dare lift your head, keeping your eyes firmly locked to the scratch on the table that is shaped like a mountain. Tracing it over and over again does little to ease the fear creeping into your stomach as the silence goes on and on and on until a chair scrapes, footsteps echo, and a face is near your side as Agatha crouches down to you. She forces you to look at her with a delicate touch to your chin, turning your head until your eyes meet hers.

“My little dove…” she whispers tenderly, eyes shining brightly with regret, with raw honesty, with a firm desire to persuade you of what she is about to say, “How could I ever banish you from your home?” she smiles softly, “You would sooner see me powerless.”

With quivering lips, you dive down, unable to stop yourself from seeking the comfort she so freely gives. “I promise to be good,” you mumble incoherently into her neck, sobbing your emotions out, “I will–I will tame my wicked desires, I swear to you–”

“We are not displeased with you for desire,” Rio interrupts, her hand slithering up to stroke the back of your head.

You force yourself away from Agatha’s neck, frowning in confusion. “But I thought–Then why? Why did you react that way? You said it was my inability to tame my desires, did you not?”

Agatha sighs, gently brushing her fingertips along your jaw. “I wish I could tell you, little dove, but you are not ready.”

That only turns your frown deeper. “But how can I know what to do to fix my faults if–”

“You are not at fault. Rather, it is Rio and I that are out of control,” Agatha says jokingly winking at her partner. Rio snorts back, her eyes lingering too long on Agatha’s lips to be subtle, “Just a few more lessons, little dove.”

You’re unsure whether to believe them or not, whether you should trust them – or rather, trust yourself around them. For now, you think the safest option is to focus on your studies and repress any wicked thoughts of lust. Just a few more lessons, and you will finally get to the bottom of this.

“Magick is a connection,” Agatha says, slowly circling you in the large space of her basement. It’s impossible not to track her with your eyes; there’s something alluring about the power she holds when she’s like this. Magick really is her element, and she’s never looked better than she does when she harnesses it, “If your mind…” she starts, fingertips brushing your temple to tuck your hair behind your ear, “Your body…” those fingertips trail down your neck, across your back and down your spin as she continues to slowly circle you, “Even something as simple as the way you move your hands,” she shoots you a wink as she stops in front of you, “If you are not aligned with your Magick, then your Magick will fail.”

Finally letting out the breath you’ve been holding, your cheeks flush red at the proximity. “I understand,” you nod your head, eager to learn from her.

Agatha raises a challenging brow. “Do you?”

Wanting to prove yourself, you scrunch your brows together as you come up with an answer. “Magick is about intent. And if I am at conflict, and hesitant…If my mind secretly wants one thing but my hands try to cast another, my spell will fail.”

A soft look that resembles a mix of surprise and pride takes over her expression. Agatha crosses her arms over her chest, humming as she steps back, leaning against a wooden, vine-covered pillar as she assesses you. Feeling self-conscious with Agatha giving you that look, the one that resembles a predator sizing up its prey, as if she can see right through you, you wrap your arms around yourself in a pitiful form of self-preservation.

“Do not hide from me.”

It’s a simple enough statement but you find it difficult to listen to her, especially after seeing her so angry with you. How could you not want to hide? She could find another thing to dislike about you and you’ll find yourself being pinned to the wall with that deathly glare again.

“Why are you crying, little dove?” Agatha whispers, her lips subtly turned downwards in a pouty frown. You hadn’t realised a tear had fallen down your cheek at the memory of Agatha’s glare; it’s such a starking contrast to the way she’s looking at you now and you don’t know which Agatha is the real one.

Before she successfully holds your cheek in her delicate hand, you flinch back. She stops right away, her hand freezing in the air, both confused and hurt by your reaction.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, looking to the ground, “I’m so sorry, I do not know why I–I do not understand why I am feeling–Gods,” you hurriedly attempt to apologise, angry tears running down your cheeks and you wipe at them harshly in frustration.

Agatha clasps her hands together to her chest, unsure of what to do with them as she watches you collapse in on yourself. It’s clear she’s feeling impossibly guilty with the way she blinks rapidly, trying to keep the guilt out of her eyes, but you see it all and it only leaves you even more conflicted.

“Maybe it’s time for one of my lessons, yes?” Rio’s voice suddenly echoes in the basement, forcing both your heads to turn to her. She stands leaning against the door with her arms crossed over her chest, gazing at Agatha with an understanding and patient look in her eyes. They seem to be in a wordless conversation for a minute before Agatha nods and sharply turns. Rio gives Agatha a quick peck before she leaves, and you’re suddenly alone with the brown-eyed witch.

“I apologise,” you begin, wanting to apologise for your behaviour causing such sadness to Agatha, but Rio interrupts with a shake of her head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. Never apologise for what you feel,” she nods at you as you take a shaky, steadying breath, “Now, let me show you the healing power of Earth Magick.”

You follow her out with a soft smile, watching her oddly skip to her garden. You’re not sure if Earth Magick can really heal the type of pain you are feeling now, but you’re willing to give it a try. That is the very least you can do.

masterlist + guidelines

[miltonbarbie]

What does Stan's friend group love about you? (Sp x F!y/n) </3

Warning(s): Slight NSFW

Reader is Female, and in these scenario you and your dp (Desired person, for example: Kyle) are already in an established relationship.

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Stan🎧💙 :

Dude loves any form of affection you give him, whether it be quick kisses to long, warm hugs, he feels like he'll throw up any second.

He wishes he could call you pet names but he's gonna get sick in the stomach REAL fast.

he also makes playlists of songs that remind him of you and sends them to you + puts them visible on his Spotify account

he doesn't show any clingy-ness or PDA around his friends bc cartman's such an ass and he'll get teased for days, but in private all he wants to do is cuddle w/ you and watch a Christmas movie together

loves loves loves when you mindlessly copy his actions, he think its soso cute. Like for example if he does a secret handshake with one of his friends and catches you trying to make one with yours, he's gonna die of how adorable it is.

He likes to go skating with you, if you don't know how to skate he'll gladly teach you

Get's hard whenever he sees you in a skirt 🙏🙏

Whenever he texts you and you send him pictures of yourself being all cute n' shii, his eyes widen and he automatically saves them to his camera roll with a sly grin on his face.

bro thinks he's mf swiper with his devious ass

he gets realllll horny whenever you sit with your legs crossed on a desk/table, or when you twirl your hair and make eye contact while talking to him. my guy's gonna be walking around with a huge boner the whole day in pain until you relieve him.

Kyle 🎮💚:

He tries extremely hard not to get flustered whenever you hug him from behind

Especially when you compliment his hair and play with it/start flirting with him while you do it. ITS JUST SO ENLKBVJVBENKJJ FOR HIM HE GOES WILD

"Kyle baby, you look so cute with your hair out like that .." "I- h-hah .. T-thank you .." Then he legit MELTS INTO YOUR TOUCH HE'S SO DESPERATE

he wants to act all tough and whatnot 4 you but you make him so vulnerable

what makes him hard as a fucking rock is when he's sitting down on his chair and you bend over towards him with your titties on the desk, arms crossed. HANDS DOWN CATCHES HIM OFF GUARD SO QUICKLY HIS EYES DART STRAIGHT TOWARDS YOUR TITS 😔😔

He lovesss seeing you wear his hoodies, something about it is just.. makes him feel some sort of way..

he gets really excited whenever you ask him to tutor you, it means you two get to spend more time together

If someone insults you he's gonna get MADD ANGRY

Like his anger issues will not allow someone to disrespect you like that.

he's always at your beck and call, if you need him, he's there.

Send him a bikini pic and he's gonna have a seizure.

"SHIT Y/N IM WITH MY FRIENDS WHAT IF THEY SEE IT?!??1!?!?!/11/1/ FUCK WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME AMEOIDOAEINAMSLKN"

STUDY DATES ARE HIS FAVOURITE BUT ALSO GOING OUT TO CAFE'S >>>>>>>>>>

He gets really blushy and nervous whenever your showing him so much affection to towards him infront of his friends, but he secretly likes it, he just doesnt wanna seem like a baby.

Whenever you get better grades than him he either celebrates for days or cries in a corner for hours. There's no in between.

Kyle is honestly so overprotective like if he sees a guy staring at you hes gonna straight up smack their face with a stack of graded homework assignments.

He jealousssss 🤭 he HATESSS admitting it though hes so whiny abt it too.

"Y/nn, I'm not jealousss babeee shutt uppp-uh 😠😠" Like a frickin 10 year old, LMFAO WHY DO I ACTUALLY IMAGINE HIM SAYING THAT THOUGH

Kenny 🏠🧡:

Lovesss showing/giving PDA doesn't matter where you are or who you're with

Bro is soso touch-starved its insane

He holds you by the waist while he leans in for a kiss, he low-key smells like cigarettes and car gas but I'm kinda into it ngl 🤷‍♀️

Whenever he gets touchy, it's not always going to be sexual but this man has some pretty horny thoughts but you cant blame him

Hes so whiny and wants you to touch him REALLY BADLY.

"Y/nn please please please I love you so much please just this once oh my God please your so hot I'm gonna suffocate I love you just this once please please PLEASEEEEEE-" "Kenny omg calm down wtf-"

His weak spot is seeing you in clothes that bring out your figure, I mean, girls look better in a real tight sweater ifkwim 😋

The only time he will EVER be the submissive one during sex is when hes balling his eyes out about something that's happened at home, or when he's high on sumthin'

If he's going to see you, he sometimes brings karen with him because he loves the little relationship you two got going on, also his parents are always arguing so it'd be a huge relief for both Karen AND Kenny.

Send him ONE picture and he'll be begging on his knees for more

"MOMMY SORRY MOMMY SORRY- OH GOD SEND MORE- I NEED- creams aggressively YOUR A FUCKING GODDESS OH LORD HAVE MERCY GOAWDH DAYHUYHM 😍😍"

It's a big bonus if you come from a wealthy or rich family cause then you can spoil Kenny and his siblings rotten like how they deserve 😔💞

Please treat karen well she really looks up to you, your like her idol and shes def your #1 fan, she'll always be talking about you and how amazing and thoughtful and pretty you are ITS JUST SO AAAAAAA KAREN IS SO CUTEEE 😖

Kenny doesn't have much but he'll try to save up ENOUGH money to get you something nice like a headband or some nail polish 😚

He's trying.

He just wants you to be happy with him.

Please get married.

Cartman 🍗❤️:

Oh no.

When people started finding out that Cartman had feelings for the one and only, Y/n, they felt so sorry and started giving u random things and being oddly kind around you.

You were like: ???

If he sees a guy flirting or talking to you, he's gonna lower their self esteem to the MAX.

Like he'll be soso rude abt it too

"What kind of dumb fuck like you would get any girls? You got to be kidding me, your dumber than Kahl."

Once you started dating him, man everyone in the school was either shocked, no- not shocked, literally flat-out concerned for your well-being.

Cartman, REEAAAALLLYYYY .. ?

He always wants your attention, even when your busy doing something he'll be texting you at the most randomest times saying "I'm coming over", and shows up at your door in less than 2 minutes.

If you give him a hug or a kiss in public, he'll be acting all tough and start bragging to his friends. But once he's alone, he'll start giggling and twirling around like a fangirl (😨)

He has so many bad pictures of you on his camera roll but it takes all of your convincing skills to tell him: DONT. POST. THE PICTURES.

He doesn't wanna participate in any tiktok couple challenges bc he thinks their stupid. Buttt unless you offer Kyle to do it then he's def gonna cave in 🤭.

He's such a toddler too

He'll secretly want to be the little spoon often but if you offer him his face starts looking like a whole-ass sunburn with an offended look on his face

"AHEM? No we are NAWT doing that. You? Cuddling ME? No no no, its supposed to be the other way around, "Y/n" 🙄"

He'd diss your music taste and then you'll catch him twerking to your favorite song

He just like that y'know?

[anastasiabowe]

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙚 — It's just Nanami and Yuji against the world.

note: I was rewatching JJK since my Crunchyroll subscription ended 2 years ago, and it's ON NETFLIX and I totally forgot about the relationship Nanami and Yuji had (and I personally think Nanami is a father figure but I digress) so I HAD to share this lol. Also Yuji is a baby :p

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Nothing!

Nanami never asked to be a dad. To be honest, the idea always scared him. He hated the thought of changing diapers, buying formula, buying clothes every other month, etc! He hated the drool, the smells, the noises babies made, but when he had the blessing to meet 6 month year old Yuji, none of that mattered anymore. He knew he wanted to care for him.

The first few weeks were TOUGH. Nanami knew he didn't have the nurturing mother capability, and knew he also didn't know what to do. Yuji cried all the time and he didn't know why, his diaper would be changed, he just ate, he just woke up from a 3 hour nap (probably more than he needed) and yet he would cry.

Countless nights Nanami laid awake listening to the heart wrenching yet annoying cries of Yuji. He knew Yuji was taken care of yet he didn't know what else could have been bothering him. So the very next day, Nanami took him to the doctors only to find out Yuji was teething. He kept crying because he was in discomfort, so Nanami hit the first once upon a child he could find and found toys and other gadgets to help Yuji, and they worked! Nani got a good 8 solid hours of sleep until a new problem arose.

Yuji got sick. Yes, Yuji got the common cold yet nanami felt like it was yellow fever. Every cough, sneeze, hiccup, Nanami panicked.

"Achoo!" Yuji sneezed and Nanami dashed from the kitchen straight to the living room (which isn't very far). Nanami scanned the poor boy's slightly reddened face from him coughing and sneezing. Nanami felt up the boy's poor head for the, God knows how many times. Nanami brought his hand to his chest to feel how Yuji breathed which was thankfully normal. Yuji only laughed into a cough at how silly his daddy was acting.

"Dada funny!" He clapped his hands.

Nanami felt his heart flutter at his little boy, and he didn't feel too worried about him after his little check up. Nanami felt so happy seeing his little Yuji happy and couldn't contain the tears brimming his eyes. Yuji only looked up at him in confusion but then quickly got caught by Gracie's Corner which he was preoccupied with before his dad's check up.

Nanami soon embraced the single dad look. He'd go on runs with Yuji bundled up in his stroller, he would show Yuji off to his friends whenever they hung out at his house, and everyone fell in love with Yuji. His contagious smile, cute little salmon hair, wide eyes, there wasn't a single person who could look at the little cinnamon roll and not smile. Nanami also became the world's #1 dad. Nanami would be the first person any of the mothers at the daycare would go to for baby advice because nanami was basically the encyclopedia of babies. Want to know what foods are best to feed babies who just began to eat real food, hell give you recipes and affordable but healthy and nutritional brands.

There wasn't a single thing that could have separated Yuji from Nanami, except you, but that's not important in this part of the story. Yuji was Nanami's reason to go to his lame ass job and deal with his boss. Yuji was Nanami's breath and heart. Nanami couldn't even imagine himself without the little kid. And the older Yuji got the more Nanami became happier. Nanami was a whole new man because of Yuji, and honestly, no one complained.

Even though Nanami wished he had a s/o to help raise Yuji, he knew Yuji didn't care. As long as Nanami had Yuji and Yuji had Nanami, nothing would stop them from being happy. It was really Nanami and Yuji against the world. And what Nanami liked to tell Yuji a lot:

"It's just you and me against the world."

[rocknrolldecadence]

Yesterday i was listening to tv by billie and it gave me a random idea about a fic, like izzy going on tour and you kinda wait for him to contact (call/send letters) and you keep sending him letters since it's a long tour, you just dont get anything, and he comes back to find out none of his letters got delivered to you 😮‍💨 i love angst omg

That's really random to associate with tv but the original idea is that you send him almost at the end of the tour a video tape or idk what singing this song (but like ignoring the internet and etc since is the 80's lmao) if that helps as an inspiration, you're free to use this idea too idk sorry thank you bye 😭😭😭😭

˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖✮-------------------✮˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖

sinking in the sofa

izzy’s gone on tour and you try to reach out to him.

warnings: angsty

a/n: i didn’t follow the second bit of your request exactly so i hope it’s still ok 😣 (also if u ever want to req for billie please do!! i write for her as well!!)

7 days. a whole week since izzy had left for the use your illusion tour. you missed him like crazy. he told you he’d write you, but you hadn’t got any letters yet. you brushed it off as him just being busy. not to worry. you’d get a letter soon.

7 days soon became 10. 10 days and izzy hasn’t even called you. he was starting to worry you - had something happened? you picked up and dialled the number of the hotel he told you he’d be staying at that night. izzy has been kind enough to lay that all out for you: which hotel he’d be at, which venue he’d be playing, etc.

“hello,” you spoke into the receiver, “can you out me through izzy stradlin’s room please?”

whoever was on the other end of the line coughed a little. “i’m afraid i can’t do that. sorry.”

“well… what about jeff isabell?” you questioned. maybe he had checked in under his real name?

“i can’t do that. it’s policy. sorry for any inconvenience caused.” the receptionist droned.

“but-” you started, before being hung up on.

that conversation quickly became a regular routine as every night you called each hotel and were met with more or less the same answer. sometimes they’d say “let me check with my manager!”, and you’d get hopeful, but it never worked out.

you’d been writing izzy letters, but now you started to doubt if he was even seeing them. or getting them. you wrote him at least 3 times a week normally, but as the weeks went on with no word from him, that number diminished until it was one maybe every 2 weeks.

of course, you still wanted to write him. he was your boyfriend - why wouldn’t you? but he wasn’t writing to you at all. not making any contact. you watched mtv religiously, looking out for clips of concerts. you did the same with magazines too, scouring the racks in every store for a feature on guns n roses.

weeks became months and you got fed up. every day you waited for at least one letter or call, and every day you got none. you waited every day, until you turned on the tv and saw what had happened in st louis the night before. a riot. at one of guns n roses’ shows. you were furious. not at the fact that that had happened, but that izzy hadn’t given you a call. he couldn’t even call you when a RIOT happened!

that was the last straw for you. you just started sobbing as the tv kept playing, detailing everything that had happened that night. why couldn’t izzy call you? write you? get in contact at all? had you done something? had he done something?

that was how you spent your evening - crying on the sofa with the news on. you cried til you couldn’t anymore. but as your tears dried, your guitar caught your eye. it had been sitting in the corner, untouched, since izzy had played you a song on it the night before he left. jumping off the sofa, you had an idea. you could write a song. get everything off your chest. so you did.

a few hours later, and ‘tv’ was done. every chord was perfect, and every lyric was straight from your heart. over the next month, you played it every day and you had it memorised.

late at night you were playing the song again when the door of your apartment opened. you didn’t hear it; you were too in the zone to realise it was izzy coming in with his spare key. the use your illusion tour had landed in LA, so izzy decided to come home to visit you.

“baby! i’ve missed you!” he exclaimed, coming into the living room. you snapped your head around and looked at izzy, spooked by his unannounced entrance.

“what the fuck?“ was all you could say.

“what? baby- the tour’s in LA. i wanted to come see you since i haven’t been able-”

“don’t fucking play with me, izzy. you don’t reply to my letters, don’t pick up my calls, and then you just fucking waltz into my apartment saying how much you’ve missed me? are you insane?”

your boyfriend stared at you dumbfounded. “what do you mean?”

“what do i mean? you know rightly what i mean!” you laughed out of shock and anger.

“i’ve been writing you letters. nearly every day. i thought you weren’t writing back ‘cause i was constantly moving from city to city.”

you felt like crying. was he serious? he had been writing you? this whole time? “oh my god. i never got any. did you not get mine?”

izzy shook his head.

“i’ve been phoning you too. every day. every hotel you stayed at. they never put me through to you.” you added as tears started to well in your eyes.

izzy joined you on the sofa and pulled you into a tight hug. it felt refreshing and warm, and you cried into his neck.

you stayed like that for a while. it was sad, but it felt natural. you two talked for hours, explaining everything you’d said in your letters to eachother. finally, he was home. for a while, at least.

[sphireath-wisp]

#Three Clicks and I'm Home

Sypnosis: It's been so long after leaving for another country to play against big shots, and boy does he misses every single inch of you. Oh, how he fantasized - wishing that he was home.

Note: The quotes are from Pinterest so you can find them and a lot more there!! I did not come up with these, at most edit them a bit.

Warnings: Not proofread (again), post blue lock when they're popular world wide and stuff, OOC Nagi?

Featuring: Seishiro Nagi, Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru x reader

Seishiro Nagi

"Asleep or awake, I dream and miss you all the same,"

It wasn't as if Nagi despised that feeling lurking at the back of his brain. Some rational part of his mind brushed it off, insisting that it was nothing other than a bit of homesickness. Another piece of him, deep down in his heart, knew that this feeling would devour him from the inside out.

That lingering feeling of emptiness whenever he stepped back into the hotel room. He's clearly aware that you're not with him, but - old habits die hard - he still calls out your name, announcing his arrival home to an empty room.

Nagi hurls his bags into a corner, throwing himself onto the bed, and melting into the mattress. His palms tap across the vacant bed, still not used to sleeping alone. Maybe he should have dragged you along to that soccer match with him, maybe he should have tried a little harder to insist instead of always telling himself that everything is a hassle.

His hands wander to his chest, the palpitations of his aching heart didn't make him feel anymore alive. Clutching his shirt, Nagi pulls out his phone and texts you.

Nagi: I miss you, babe :(

(Name): Sameee, I wish I could have come along with you to your soccer match

Nagi: That project you have is such a hassle

(Name): It's graded, sweetheart. I have to do it

Nagi: Boo, L project. You could be cheering for me and seeing me play live right now if it wasn't for that :((

(Name): I'll always be cheering for you, no matter where I am, you'll win for sure <3

Nagi's vision fades in and out of blurriness, blinded by the stream of tears from the corner of his eyes. They escape as droplets, landing straight on the bed, soft sniffles escaping him. Just how long has it last been since he cried?

He misses you, so damn much. Those long hugs that let him bury his face into your neck and inhale your cologne, those soft snores that he loves to listen to which reassure him that he isn't alone, there's so much he wants to do with you.

This isn't like that burning feeling in his chest after he loses, this isn't the same as that hunger he has to win every match he encounters. No, they aren't the same at all. This is sorrow.

"I could hug you for hours."

"Where is he?" You feel your phone buzz and vibrate constantly in your hands, squeezing past the crowd of fans and paparazzi ecstatically waiting for stars of Japanese soccer to finally arrive at the airport.

"Nagi?" You pause, holding your phone and tucking it back into your pocket. You watch as he turns his attention to you, his shoulders dropping from the release of tension, his eyes softening, white locks still messy.

You hesitate briefly, scanning his tired facial expression, eyes red and nose stuffy. You brush off the thoughts in your head, deciding to pretend you don't notice anything.

"Nagi!" You run up to him, tackling him into a hug. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, his hold around you unusually tight as if it's been years since he's gotten a hug. No matter how much you squirm, you find his embrace to be inescapable in the best way possible.

Nagi finally releases you, but his hands remain at your waist, an evidently rare smile plastered onto his face, "I'm so glad to be back."

"Glad you're back too," You peck his cheek, gazing at how the tip of his ears begins to flush - just like when the both of you just started dating.

Nagi points to his lips, tapping on them a few times. You nod and share a deep, long, heated kiss with him - satisfying that desolate part of your heart, finding your other half.

"I don't want to ever go again unless you're going with me." His grip on your waist hardens.

"Alright alright, I promise to go with you if you ever go overseas to another match." You grin.

"Good. I don't want to be away from you for so long, ever again."

Yoichi Isagi

"Sometimes, I just want to go home..."

Isagi sighs to himself in his room, hands numb from constantly adorning merch with his signature until 12 am. His fingers, legs, back, shoulders - everything just feels sore to the point where he just wants to hibernate in some cold corner of his room.

Yeah, it does feel great to actually have an opportunity to play against such big-time soccer players. It was something he could never dream of doing before blue lock, it almost doesn't feel real. There are so many people rooting for him and the immense pressure had multiplied.

But, it sucks that you aren't with him.

Isagi uses the little strength he has left to limp over to the bathroom, startled by the image staring back at him in the mirror. When did he look so... dead?

His hair is sprawled, he hasn't changed out of his jersey, and his eyebags have noticeably gotten darker. "Probably all that intense training," he mutters, fingers combing through his hair in an attempt to make him look more... pulled together.

What would you say when you see him in this kind of state? "They would probably scold me to take a bath," Isagi mumbles under his breath, chuckling to himself, unable to hold back his smile whenever he thinks about you.

It would really be nice - to have his head rest on your thighs and take a nice long nap, to feel your fingers massage his scalp and soothe him to sleep, to be spoiled in kisses. He already feels his eyes threatening to flutter shut as his balance becomes wobbly.

He would love to hear your voice right now and sleep to the sound of it - but it's already so late, maybe leaving you a text to wake up to would be better?

(Name): You're finally online? Come on, call me!!

Isagi: Why are you still awake??? Didn't you say you would be busy this whole week?

(Name): It's hard to sleep alone. Plus, it doesn't matter to me if we talk the whole night away! I just really miss you.

As if you could read his mind from completely different countries, you arranged his thoughts into words. Man, you really do understand him.

"...and you feel like home to me."

The crowd was in an uproar as Isagi scores a goal, winning the match after an extremely close round. Isagi falls to his knees, the exhaustion and relief hitting him like a meteor. He gasps for air, using his forearm to wipe off the sweat on his face.

"Isagi!" You shout out his name, waving your hands to him. You were almost sure that your voice would be drowned out by the cheers in the stadium, but it would be good to give it a try, right? You got front-row seats just to surprise him for this after all.

As you repeat his name for a second or third time, you see his head jerk up - just like he would if he had heard your voice amidst all of the noise. Isagi snaps his head around, scanning every face in the crowd until he manages to spot you.

"Sweetheart!" You grin at him when he dashes towards you, eyes brightening like he had just seen stars.

"We did it! We really won," That dreary feeling of fatigue fades away in an instant the moment he saw you. His palm cups your cheek, pulling you in for a deep and long kiss suddenly.

Your eyes widen, and that hot feeling in your cheeks suggests that you're probably bright red right now. Isagi pulls away too soon, the embarrassment of having such a tender moment in public probably getting to him.

"You really are amazing, sweetheart!" You beamed, a wave of pride for your lover washing over you, "I knew you could do it."

Isagi laughs, peering over his shoulder to spot cameras flashing at the both of you. "Seems like I unintentionally made you famous overnight,"

You lightly jab him, "It's fine, I wouldn't want any rumors stirring up of you dating someone else now, right?"

Isagi jabs you back, stealing another quick kiss before running back to his teammates. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but judging by Isagi's reddened face, they were probably using this as a way to tease him.

Meguru Bachira

"You showed me what love is like."

"We haven't seen any sightings of (Name) recently, will (Name) be watching the show Mr. Bachira?" The reporter practically shoves the mic in front of him, awaiting a response.

"Nope, they're busy and won't be able to make it for the upcoming match."

"That's a shame," the reporter latches onto anything he can use for gossip, "Though, you don't seem very bothered by their absence,"

Bachira's smile drops into a frown, visibly upset with what the reporter was suggesting. "Huh? When did I say wasn't bothered? (Name) is busy and I shouldn't force them as much as I want them to see me play."

"(Name) is my biggest supporter and fan! If they can only cheer for me from afar, then I'm okay with that." Bachira excuses himself and rushes off to his other teammates, grumbling under his breath and stomping away.

He does miss you a lot, but he can't force you of course. To Bachira, if you're supporting him, if you're cheering his name, wearing his jersey, and believing in his passion and dreams, that's enough of a reason to continue playing soccer.

He does wish he could show you off to the entire stadium, and boast about how lucky of a guy he is to be yours in front of the world, but he could always do that next time.

Suddenly, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

(Name): Aww, you defended me?

Bachira: Woah, they already posted that video of the reporter interviewing me??? That's quick

(Name): Yeah, my phone blew up like crazy though 💀💀

(Name): But seriously, thank you. That meant a lot. I was worried I wasn't being a good significant other by missing your matches.

Bachira: It's fine!! You're busy, I get it. I'll win this one for you &lt;;33

"I want to be the biggest reason for you to be happy."

Genuinely, he wouldn't mind if you screamed, "That's my lover!" at the top of your lungs once he wins a game. He would feel pride in knowing that he can put a smile on your face. You make him smile so easily - naturally, he'd want to do the same.

He doesn't care who judges the both of you. It's like you and him are living in your own world, laughing and giddily grinning at each other like children.

That's why he couldn't help but gaze at you screaming out praises and congratulations to him in the crowd the second after he scored.

"Megu! Megu!" Your grip on the border separating the crowd and the field tightened, "You were amazing up there!"

Bachira immediately tackled you for a hug, almost kicking the border down in the process, "We won! I can't believe it." Bachira still felt his hands shaking, his body remaining in shock.

Your fingers intertwined with his to stop his hands from shivering, pecking the back of his hand to calm his nerves before pressing your lips against his cheek.

"I can't even begin to explain how happy I am right now," You spurt out on a whim.

His hands travel down to your waist, slowly shifting their way to your hips - but were unable to reach their destination because Isagi dragged Bachira away by the jersey before anything else could happen.

You reached your hand out to Bachira - who was zapping Isagi for dragging him away so suddenly. You relaxed, dropping your hand and pulling out your phone. Taking a picture of the two wrestling and tickling each other, you save it for memory's sake.

And perhaps blackmail!

[rockstvrdotcom]

can you write idv aesop x reader please nsfw please

☦︎☬☤// "pretty lil' doll"

AESOP CARL X FEM! READER NSFW

WTF APRIL 13 I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER SAW THIS WTF IM SO SORRYYY </3

tw/cw: bondage, overstimulation, pet names, praise, hickeys, oral sex

guys rhis is gonna be a lil sweet a lil cute ykwim

"fuck.. you taste so good, doll" aesop mumbled before resuming to eating you out. he's been sucking and licking at your soaked pussy for hours now, your legs hoisted up on his shoulders.

tears of overstimulation prickled at the corner of your eyes, mouth open and dry. your gaze shifted to aesop who was happily enjoying his meal and palming himself through his pants.

you wanted to grip the sheets— but your hands were tied to the headboard above you. you panted as you watched him finally pull away from your sopping cunt.

you sighed in relief, thinking it was over until he began to leave butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs; kisses turned into nibbles— nibbles turned into hickeys.

aesop then got up, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough so that his cock can spring out. "aesop- please, it's too much-" before you could finish he shushed you.

"it's ok, my love. surely you can take more right? be a good girl for me." he cooed, smiling a sickly sweet smile. you nodded, his sweet words going straight down to your pussy.

he lined up his tip with your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit. after a while, he finally pushed his dick in you. a moan escaped your throat, your back arching. you were still sensitive from before. "fuck, (y/n)... you're so warm.." he whispered. he began to thrust in and out, his thumb drawing circles with your clit that was still soaked in his saliva.

sounds of skin against skin and the bed creaking filled the room. you whimpered with each time his tip made contact with your cervix.

you clenched and tightened around him. you moaned, able to feel the veins etched into his dick. he leaned down, slowing down his pace a little and kissing you all over your neck.

you tugged at the leather belt that held your hands together, wanting to tug at aesops hair. he undid the belt then flipped you over— quickly thrusting back inside of you; this time more rougher and faster than before. you cried out in pleasure, gripping the sheets.

you could feel him throbbing inside you; a sign he was close, and so were you— but you were closer. and he could tell. he picked up his pace, going deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust even when you thought it wasn't possible anymore.

your vision went blank, a loud moan came out of you. aesop groaned when he felt you spasm around him, bringing him closer to his own release. you buried your face in the pillows, your hips thrusting back into aesops; riding out your high.

shortly after, you felt him cum inside of you. you whimpered, bathing in the feeling of being full. he laid down next to you, cock still inside of you.

he stroked your hair and played with it, leaving gentle kisses on your shoulders and up, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

feedback is appreciated!

[blacksorrow-untiltheend]

hi guys I’m in a horrible bad mood and I cried for four hours with Tsukasa plush over a fanfic

And then I looked at him and thought “he’s the only one who can comfort me”

And then I got an idea! So here’s a small little thing I wrote:3

Polyshow thingy thing (also me projecting on tsukasa hi guys) (Tsukasa angst and also comfort)

And there he sat, a boy with blonde, strawberry hair. With tears flowing down, in a corner behind the dear place of happiness. Phoenix wonderland, the wonder stage, these places should make him happy. And they do. They do, they really do. So why, why was the star, Tenma Tsukasa, crying like a child? And even worse, crying when he was supposed to be practicing. Tenma Tsukasa, the world future star, born to make people smile, to shine so bright. He wasn’t doing any of that. All he could think was, ‘ stop crying, stop crying, stop crying, you have work to do, get up and practice, and stop crying. ‘ yet, he couldn’t. No matter how hard, he’d continue, and continue, and continue.“ Tsukasa-kun? “ He heard, with a male peaking behind the curtain. His purple haired director. Tsukasa attempted to get himself to stand up, but he couldn’t. There was nothing, nothing he could do. It was the end of the star, Tenma Tsukasa.

“…eh? Tsukasa-kun?! Are you okay?” Rui asked, with such worry that Tsukasa had never heard before. He didn’t give an answer. “..Emu-kun, Nene-chan, come here. It’s important.” Tsukasa hears Rui say, and he panics. No, he doesn’t want this! He tries to speak, but nothing comes out. His eyes meet Rui’s, and he silently pleads. But it’s too late. Emu and Nene walk backstage, and Rui goes after them. Tsukasa wasn’t very hidden, so the two girls spotted him almost immediately. This was horrible. His troupe, his best friends, and his partners, saw him crying like a child that didn’t want to go home. Humiliating. He looks at them, pupils dilated. his cheeks were stained with tears, and he watched the three as the stared at him. Rui stood straight up, looking in slight shock. Nene was neutral, but worried. And Emu.. Emu had the most unfamiliar expression of all. She wasn’t smiling at all. Instead, she ran over to Tsukasa, looking as if she was going to cry. She hastily sat down on the floor and jumped into hugging Tsukasa. Tsukasa was shocked, his dilated pupils darting from her to the other two. He felt as if he would start crying again, and he did just that. Rui and Nene approached slower, both sharing a silent conversation. They had dealt with this more often with each other. Rui and Nene knelt next to the boy. Rui put his hand on the blonde hair of his boyfriend, stroking his hair and putting their foreheads together. He let out a few “shhs” while Nene patted his back.

A few minutes, and his sobbing faltered. He looked at the three, whom were backing away and sitting on the floor next to him. Rui was the first to speak. “Tsukasa-kun, mind telling us what happened?” he asked, his hand on the blonde’s shoulder. Tsukasa sniffled a little, and took a breath. “…today hasn’t been a good day.” Is all he said. “How so?” Rui asked another question. He looked at Rui, who nodded, and then the other two. The other two nodded, Nene smiled calmly yet slightly upset at him, while Emu had a solemn, sad smile on her face. “It started with my parents. They had gotten mad at Saki, since she had accidentally dropped a plate.. dad was yelling at her, and I saw her crying on the couch. Mum hadn’t done anything, but she hadn’t interfered either, and that’s when I did. It was back and fourth arguing between me and my dad, but it ended when he said I was useless, that I’d never get anywhere in life.. and it hurt, more than it should’ve. Saki and I left really quickly.” He spoke. Rui, Nene, and Emu all had shocked expressions. “What else is there, Tsukasa-kun?” Rui questioned, doubting that was the only reason. Tsukasa sighed and continued.

“It’s pointless. Got a low grade on my test, a few classmates made fun of me for it. That’s it.” The three looked as if they either wanted to hurt someone or that they were shocked at everything. Rui tightened the grip on Tsukasa’s shoulder. “Tsukasa-kun. If you’re ever going through anything, tell us. Stop keeping things from us.” Rui spoke, with Nene and Emu nodding in agreement. “It’s going to be okay, Tsukasa.” Nene spoke, patting his back. Emu hugged Tsukasa once more. “Tsukasa-kun! We care about you a lot, so please talk to us!” Emu said in a pleading tone. Tsukasa nodded. “..okay. I’m sorry, everyone. My crying just served as a burden to you all. “No!” The three said in union. “You can cry if you want, Tsukasa. Sometimes, you just need to. It’s healthy.” Nene said, and for a second Tsukasa didn’t recognize her. He nodded, and smiled back, with cheeks stained with tear drops. He stood up, and took a breath. “Alright. I feel better. Thank you, everyone. I love you guys.” Tsukasa smiled a toothy grin. Rui chuckled, Emu giggled, and Nene smiled. “We love you too!” They said in union, once more. He kind of felt like this was planned.. “Now! We have a show to practice!” Tsukasa said, pointing his finger at the curtain. The three nodded, and the four walk to the curtain, at a sort of peace.

OK HI. This is quite a long post but if you read I love you with my heart <3

This was mostly to make me feel better, so it’s not good at all. I’m sorry that ran a little long..

If you’re ever upset, remember that there are people who love you. You are loved, by me, by your friends, by your family.

Have a good day/evening/night, my stars that shine so brightly in the sky.

[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 2

part 1

A few days later after that night, it was all back to normal in my head. Wake up, teach, stay up late, sleep and repeat. First I felt really bad for that boy getting in trouble, and also anxious that he’ll show up at my door and punch me for being a snitch.

I look at the hour on my watch and decide it’s time to leave work today. I stack all the graded homework together and the rest in another pile for tomorrow, I put them in the drawer and start to clean up my desk.

As I close the classroom door, I hear footsteps approach me; I turn to see Miss Young with a mop in her hand. “Oh miss Y/N, like always staying so late” she says, I see how her face wrinkles into a smile that also makes me smile. “If I grade now, I’ll have my weekend free, it’s worth it” I tell her and she nods, she wishes me a nice sleep and to take care, I wave her goodbye and to also take care.

I walk around the building to the back stairs to get to my apartment. I pass the small playground and stop at the convenience store that's across to buy dinner. I take a moment to think if I should walk to the front of my building or just use the back door that’s straight ahead. I roll my eyes at myself. Like if you would surround the building just to get to the front when the back door is just a few steps away…

Before I open the door and step in, I hear a noise that’s between a cry and a growl. I stay still to check if I’ll hear it again, and I do. I walk to the corner of the building to the small alley where we leave the garbage to see if the noise is P, the small cat that the building adopted a few months ago; but it’s not P.

I see a silhouette trying to stand up and slip to the floor. “Oh shoot” I panic and walk closer “Are you alright?” I ask waiting to know if they needed help. I see his face and instantly recognize it’s the blonde freckle boy from the pool place. But what were the odds to see each other, again. “Are you okay?” I ask again even though I see him struggle. “It’s okay” he replies. I back a little and notice how his left shoulder looks a little off, I focus more on it, and even though there’s almost no streetlight I can tell it’s not normal. “We should.” “No!” he interrupts me with a deep and firm voice. “I said it’s okay, just go” he tells me as he tries to pass me but falls to the floor. He cries out of pain and my heart hurts hearing him. I quickly kneel down, “I-I can’t leave you like this, let me take you to a hos.” Again he interrupts me in the same mad tone “I said no, Y/N” he repeats and I pick up an accent. “O-okay, but at least call someone, call Lee Know, or your other friend” I suggest and he nods, he tries getting up and almost loses his balance but I put my hands on his chest to keep him from falling on me. His head is lays on my shoulder and I call him out “Hey, hey, you there?” I slightly shake him, but he doesn’t verbally respond, only a small growl. “Oh gosh” I complain out loud.

Why me again. I will regret this, I will definitely regret this again… “Hey.” I wanted to call his name but I actually don’t know it? “Let’s get out of here yeah? Just help me out a little” I talk to him hopping he can hear me. We try to walk to the back door building to get us in, but when I mean we, I mean just me with this boy hanging on me on one side and my heavy handbag on the other.

A 3 minute trip to my floor and door turned into maybe a 20 minute walk “Lean on the wall for a sec” I suggest him, he keeps growling and crying from the pain as I look for my keys and open the door as fast as I can. Lucky for us my sofa was close by to the entrance. I didn’t attend to through him on the sofa but he kinda slips off my arms and falls making him cry louder “I, shit, sorry, sorry” I cover my mouth with both hands. He mumbles that it’s fine but I still feel guilty. “What’s your friend number?” I ask as I take my phone out my bag trying get ride of how bad I feel, he nods his head and turns to his right side “My phone” he says, I stand a little confused “In my, my pocket” he explains “Oh, yeah” I say obviously. I take out the mobile waiting for maybe a Samsung or an iPhone but I didn’t expect a 2004 type of phone, I frown and look at him like if he was a mad man. I want to ask what’s up with this but he talks first “Press one” he orders, I am still confused “Speed dial one” he orders again as if it was obvious what he meant, I shake my head to myself. This is not normal, this is mad. Crazy mad. I dial and wait on the tone. “Where are you, mate?” is the first thing that comes from the other side. That accent. It’s him. “Uh, I, em, your friend, he’s not okay and.” I try to explain but he interrupts me “Who the hell is this?” he questions and my heart beat speeds up “Y/N” I gulp down my saliva “Y/N” he doesn’t say it in a question, it sounded more like if he was repeating it to himself. I hear his voice in my head echoing my name in his accent. British? Australian? I try to think a little more… “Where is he?” his question pops me out of my thinking bubble “Uh, he’s with me, my apartment, I, he is bad injured, I think he’ll faint in any minute, I live, em, on Berrywood Parkway, it’s um, behind the.” I am half way in the explanation but he once again interrupts me “I know, I´ll be there shortly, keep him awake” he demands before he hangs up on me, I look at the phone no believing how rude he was right now. I inhale and look at the boy on my sofa have unconscious, I stand there looking at his face, he has a few cuts and a big bruise on his left cheek, I walk to my bathroom and get my first aid kit, I kneel close to him “I’m going to clean you up okay?” I ask softly and nods slowly.

While I clean his injuries I couldn’t stop feeling worried for him, he wasn’t older than me, and he also looks so small in some way. “Felix” he whispers, I am cleaning up his open lip and when I hear him I accidentally press on it too much, he wimps and I apologize "You said Felix?" I repeat “My name, it’s Felix” he repeats and then I notice he also has an accent, just like his friend… “I’m Y/N” I say and he chuckles “I remember you Y/N, bad ass the other day honestly” he lets out a small laugh and I smile, but soon he growls in pain again and touches his left shoulder “It’s dislocated, isn’t it?” I ask and he nods “W-what happen? Did someone try to assault you?” I ask worried for him but he shakes his head “Just don’t” he suggests me. I want to say something more, but a knock on the door and my name in the unknown accent stops me. Oh shit.

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[ithaquakisser]

It took me hours to think but What if WHAHJA E Ithaqua X reader fic where the reader had a nightmare n he comforts or smth 😭

I don’t mind if it’s established relationship or friends to lovers or Can be interpreted platonic or romantic Btw! :3

Teehee⭐️

With You

Synopsis; Ithaqua comforts you after a nightmare.

CW; Asphyxiation, depictions of anxiety

WC; ≈893

Note; I had a hard time writing this one because I was suddenly hit with writer's block. This is a short piece I hope this is okay! Enjoy! 🫶

These endless nights of terror were everlasting.

You huffed and puffed as you sprinted down the seemingly everlasting halls of the manor. An ominous figure stalked after each step you took, leering through the halls. Its face appeared to be distorted, incomprehensible. Piercing silver orbs burnt into the back of your head, leering over you. Exuding feelings of disconcertment as it stared straight through you, long, slender arms reaching out to you as if it yearned for an embrace.

Your heart hammered vigorously against the confines of your ribcage as you panted heavily. You dare not look back. Not even once. The figure called out your name repeatedly, low groans emitting from it as it spoke your name like a chant. “...Y/N…” The tall silhouette croaked. You halted in your tracks, your heart skipping a beat, for you could not bring yourself to move a single limb.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, your heartbeat battered rapidly in your ears. Your breathing became labored as your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. The willowy figure approached you and towered over your small frame. Its eyes peering into yours, lengthy and slender fingers enveloping your neck. Tears of dread streamed down your face as the figure sunk its nails into your throat. You cried for help, unable to utter a single word. You gasped for air, struggling under the grasp of the towering silhouette.

You tightly squeezed your eyes shut whilst you wept, the inky silhouette pressed down onto your throat and tightened its grasp. You choked out pitiful attempts of cries, struggling under its grip. “Help… Me…” You yawped, gasping for the slightest bit of air. Hot tears spilled from the corners of your eyes and you pleaded. Slim fingers tightly wrapped around your throat only grew tighter with each passing moment, you cried and begged pathetically.

You awoke with a gasp to a sweet, gentle nudge and the serene voice of your lover. With a hand on your chest, you panted. Your flushed face was soaked with salty teardrops. Ithaqua tenderly wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb as you sobbed. “Y/N… breathe.” He whispered as he sat beside you, offering his hand out to you.

You took in a deep breath as you hesitantly placed your hand over his, you fixed your e/c eyes on his next move. Gently, he ran his thumb over the palm of your hand. He traced miscellaneous symbols for a brief amount of time. With time, your breathing slowed. Your heart meeting with peace once more. His almond-shaped eyes locked with yours, his lips curling into a fond smile.

“Do you feel my touch?” Asked the hunter. You nodded in response as he traced hearts on your hand. “Good.” He murmured. “Your hands are cold…” You remarked. His face shone a faint scarlet hue upon your remark as he averted his eyes from yours. “I should be the one protesting. You woke me up after all.”

“How so?” “You kicked me. Twice.” He deadpanned. “S...Sorry…” You muttered, lowering your head in shame. Ithaqua placed a hand on your cheek and traced a line along your cheekbone, his eyes fixated on yours as he lifted your chin. “Don’t apologize.” “I disturbed you though…” “Don’t you fret. There is no need to. What matters is that you’re okay.” He reassured, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

Both of your hands intertwined, his onyx eyes glistened under the moonlight as he proceeded to trace the stars on your palm. His soothing touch brought peace to your heart as you began to relax. “I too was tormented by night terrors when I was a child.” He spoke, lowering his gaze. “As a way to calm me down, mother would take my small hands into hers and caress them.”

"It'd... always calm me down. The moment she took my hands into hers, I felt at ease." His eyes linked with yours as he raised your hand to his lips, gently placing a kiss on your knuckle. "Your mother certainly is an angel." The hunter smiled sweetly as he held your hand in his. "She was... Definitely." He murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot more at ease." You replied breathily. "I mustn't stay here for too long. I'm certain you'd be reprimanded for having me here." "The baron does not need to know. After all, it's merely one night." Ithaqua replied as he pulled you into a warm embrace. You melted into his touch and rested your head on his chest. The soothing sound of his heartbeat echoed into your ears, pounding in serenity against his chest under your presence.

"Would it be okay of me to stay the night?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows in worry. "There's no need to fret. You were planning to after all were you not? You had fallen asleep prior." You let out a sigh as you proceeded to wrap your arms around his waist. "I suppose you are right..."

"Will you be alright?" Inquired Ithaqua as he ran a hand through your hair, twirling a strand between his fingers. "With you here, I'll always be okay." The male beamed in response, lightly resting his chin on your head as he held you in his arms. Rays of moonlight shone upon the two of you as you slipped into slumber.

"Rest well, Y/N."

[eyeofnewtblog]

This is Noni cat, and I got her 8 years ago from the shelter. They told me she was maybe six years old when I swiped my credit card for her.

She’s been a pretty active cat for at least the last 6 years; when I was living alone with just Noni as my roommate, she would jump out of my open 3 story window down to the second story window and demand food and pets, which my neighbor was happy to provide. Luckily he only had to do this once, but I was still mortified (especially since I was living in a no pets place and passing off my adoption of a cat as “my coworker is going through a divorce and asked me to watch his cat for a few weeks so that his ex didn’t cause more trouble” and all my neighbors were single older men, and I worked in a motorcycle place with 90% male coworkers so it honestly did fly under the radar…the only reason I was able to get her at all was because I did laundry/cleaning for one of my single coworkers for a week and put his number down as my landlord and he was like “yes, she can get a kitty, she’s done a really good job of keeping things clean and being responsible, I trust her.” FYI, I was also taking his dog on play dates at the doggie park down the street from me on my days off just for my own amusement, so like. He wasn’t my actual landlord but he also wasn’t lying about my ability to take care of an animal.)

Anyway, the only reason I ever ended up with Noni was because on my second date with my now husband I said I didn’t know if I wanted to buy a cat or a gun, and he and I spent 8 hours just bumming around all the pet places and gun shops that we both knew about (and meeting my aunt and grandparents because they live just up the street from one of the best pawnshops in the area, I “have some mail I need to pick up right quick, it’s just a five minute detour” and oh my goodness…you know that feeling when you see your family immediately like the person you’re dating? Yeah.)

So after husband and I move in together but before anything is official…there is a wildly out of control feral cat population in the area his apartment was in. Noni cat was fine, because she only ever hung out in the front or back yard, but the lady two houses up would put out multiple trays of food for 30+ cats. She was very sweet but also wasn’t trapping and spaying/neutering them, and we didn’t have any central ac (so doors open and fans on, we die like men, sleep with ice packs, and scrub the mud daughter nests out with dawn dish soap), so every summer, about once a week, I’d hear typical cat fighting noises, and go charging out to the living room where some random cat had Noni cornered. I stomp and shout and chase the stay cat out, Noni cuddles me for ten minutes in gratitude before the heat is too much for both of us, we move on.

Then me and husband buy a house in 2018. We move into our new suburban paradise, but alas…Noni cat is a straight up gangster cat, right out of Commerce City.

In all the years we have lived in this house, Noni cat has left a minimum of ten bunny corpses on the front lawn. Per summer.

I love her, I really do. And I recognize that cats should be indoor pets, for environmental reasons. But I legit cried when she brought a still alive baby bunny to the door (with every intention of eating it as is on the living room floor) and she accidentally dropped it and it tried to run away and instead of doing anything productive I just went inside and cried to my husband. Who laughed at me, rightfully so.

Anyway, she’s getting older now, and there’s definitely something wrong with her. She didn’t murder any baby bunnies at all this summer, got “old cat skinny and bony” and honestly refuses to go outside at all. She was always super cuddly during winter because cats like warm things, but now she wants cuddles and attention all the time.

With me starting a new job, I don’t necessarily have the money to get her fully checked out. I want to, she isn’t just a great cat, she’s the only cat my husband has ever liked; she’s wonderful and worth every penny, but fuck are we in a tight spot with his medical stuff and me having three jobs in the last 18 months. There’s no fucking ROOM on the credit cards to take care of her.

Husband found a vet that charges a lot less, but is an hour outside of town. What we save in vet bills we spend in gas to get there.

I don’t really have a point I’m leading up to, or a critical argument or analysis…my cat is dying and it fucking sucks on so many levels, because she was so instrumental in how I got where I am.

I just wanted to tell her/my story and have it be shared with random strangers who might have an interest.

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.20

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - A dance is held, part 3

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, mentions of alcohol, mentions of choking, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2k

The plot is, unavailable at the moment.

The dancing was still going on into the wee hours of the morning. The men had become so sloshed that Shanda was watching them engage in competitions to see who could lift the most stacked chairs. A hiccup escaped her as she laughed at the sight.

“Who’s winning?”

She sat up straight, knocking her wine glass over in the process.

“Martyn! Where have you been? Nevermind, look at these fools.” She snorted and gestured to the men gathered around the only table in the room.

She could make out ser Joth amongst the men though he looked to be enjoying the spectacle rather than trying to win the competition. She thought maybe she should give him her thanks right now. While the room was warm and blurry from the wine flowing through her veins.

“I needed some air. Seems everything’s gone fine without me anyway.”

Shanda had already forgotten her brother's presence but happily replied, giving him a dopey smile.

“It was splendid. You should’ve seen the last hour. This lot is about to forge a lifetime friendship in the drunken hours of the night.”

“Night? The sun’s nigh upon us now!”

“Well, whatever. Say, have you got any more wine? I’ve drunk all the unattended glasses.”

Her eyes were wandering around the room hoping to spy another unattended glass she could snatch up. Drunks were terribly bad at keeping track of their cups but she was doing a fine job as the clean up crew. She hiccuped again, the sound made her laugh.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

Her brother had said putting a hand on her shoulder and kissing the top of her head before leaving. She shrugged, more wine for her. She stumbled to her feet, lurching towards her destination which was the table of men across the room. She had decided to chat up ser Joth after all. Maybe he would tell her all about that pink maiden on his coat of arms. Or rather she could convince him to give her a tour of Pinkmaiden, where it set upon the Redfork not far from Stone Hedge. Better still, maybe he would whisper something pretty to her and make her into a pink maiden.

She was nearly upon them when an arm wrapped around her midsection and pulled her backwards.

“By the seven, what in the name of the mother?” She exclaimed confused as to how she was rapidly moving away from her intended destination.

She tried digging her heels in but could find no traction against the stone floor. Her skin felt too sticky and close and the room was starting to spin around her.

“Wait.” She cried but the dragging did not stop.

Outside in the hall she was disoriented when suddenly she was lifted into the air. A squeal of fright escaped her before another round of hiccups started and sent her laughing again. She found she didn’t mind being jostled around so much as she looked at the ground moving below her. It felt so good to be off of her feet. And she felt soft and giddy under the effects of the wine. She had never drank so much at one time before and was finally starting to understand why people liked it. It was only after rounding the third corner in the halls that she realized someone had been talking to her.

“Irresponsible! I leave for two seconds and come back to find you drunker than a skunk. Really, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Shanda frowned, why were they upset at her? She was having a good time and so rarely did that ever happen.

“That’s about the only thing you’re consistently good at, isn’t it? Causing drama and starting trouble, you just can’t be a good girl can you?”

She huffed at the continued scolding. She was good at plenty of other things. The problem was they weren’t any fun. Life was terribly dull all the time, if she didn’t start trouble who would? A man most like and then there would only be bloodshed. Another stupid tragedy for families to get wound up about.

“Shut up.” She tried to say forcefully but the hiccup in the middle ruined the effect.

The jostling finally ended and she could hear a door opening, presumably to her room. Being dumped unceremoniously on her bed confirmed the theory. Struggling in the heavy folds of her gowns she tried to sit up. Only for Benjicot to push her back down by the shoulder. She should’ve known it was him, no other man would handle her so roughly.

“Stay there.”

Now she was annoyed, his own irritation having finally seeped through her drunken stupor. So she tried once more to stand and when he moved to push her down again, she bit him. He was on her then in a second, his hands pinning her arms down against the bed. She could see the fire burning behind his eyes as he hovered over her.

“Is the heir to be upset? Maybe he should find better company, perhaps the kennels will accept-“

He moved so quickly it made her head spin, holding both of her wrists in one hand and then clamping his free hand over her mouth. Her heart started to beat a little faster at the action and it dawned on her that she had let him get her down again. Her mind flashes memories of them rolling in the mud together. But it didn’t matter, her face was flushed already from the drinking.

“I’ve given you so much leeway tonight.”

She wanted to protest, he didn’t give her anything. She acted and it was of no consequence to her what he thought of it.

“I let you spin yarns to every lord and lady in the riverlands, watched you start a nasty fight and then,” he huffed, lightly squeezing her jaw. “I leave for five minutes and find you throwing yourself at a group of men half drunk and certainly not thinking.”

Shanda only felt warm inside, and she grew hotter with every word. Shame, embarrassment and desire all rolled together as he spoke.

“What were you really hoping to gain?” His lips were nearly brushing against her ear as he talked.

The room was spinning again or was she spinning? Either way she felt amazing.

“Have I not given you enough attention? Was nearly starting a bloody war for you not enough? Should I take you back into the great hall and claim you in front of them? Would that be enough for you, my lady?”

Normally she would’ve been pissed at his presumption to think he could speak to her like that and get away with it. But currently she couldn’t form any coherent thoughts and his hand was still clamped over her mouth. When he pulled back to look into her eyes the only sound was that of their combined breathing.

“If the gods know anything it's that you need a firm hand. That’s why they sent you to me, my perfect little bratty Bracken.”

When he removed his hand and caressed her face she leaned into his touch. His fingers sent sparks of yearning down her spine. She hadn’t even noticed her eyes sliding shut until they flew open as he wrapped his hand around her neck.

“What are y-“

“Did I give you leave to speak?” He cut her off mid question, squeezing the air from her lungs before releasing her just as quickly.

“Well?” He prompted.

“Ah, n-no.” She moaned when he let go of her wrists to wrap his hand in her hair, pulling her head back slightly.

“Then be quiet.”

His lips crashed onto hers and her mind exploded in a wash of ecstasy. She couldn’t think at all except to think of him and the feel of his tongue in her mouth. His hand wrapped taut in her hair and her own hands scrambling to grip his back. If anyone saw them now, there would be no more questions about the validity of her virginity. Wanton and writhing beneath him, she was greedy for all of him. She pulled him closer against her and would've wrapped her legs around him were it not for the folds of fabric holding her hostage.

When he broke the kiss she was gasping for air, lips swollen and a drunken grin on her face.

“More.” She demanded. “Do it again.” She was beyond the grip of embarrassment now. The only thought in her head being a continuation of that wonderful kiss.

But he leaned back away from her, smirking as he did so.

“I don’t really think you deserve more. Petulant, impulsive, thoughtless.”

All words to describe himself, the hypocrite.

“I deserve everything.” She replied, unconsciously licking her lips.

Now it was his turn to groan. He cradled her head in his hands, holding her like she was precious and breakable. Then he kissed her again, this time soft and slow. His movements were smooth and languid. She was a puddle beneath him, ceasing to exist except only as a vessel of pleasure. He moaned into her mouth and she thought she might explode on the spot. She was lighter than air. She didn’t know how long they were locked in that embrace, only that it could never be long enough. She needed to be under his skin, to wrap herself in his veins.

When he pulled back again ending the kiss for a second time she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her at the loss of him. One of his hands was gripping her waist in such a way that sent sparks of longing down her body. She had almost forgotten he was upset with her until through hooded lids she saw his frustration.

“So witless.” He groaned, nuzzling into her neck and peppering kisses along her shoulder. “The gods gave you a mind to use and you haven’t engaged it even once have you?”

“I haven’t done any-“

She writhed against him as he slapped his hand back over her mouth.

“That’s okay though. Soon you’ll be my sweet wife and I plan to keep you busy enough to stay out of trouble.”

Her head spun as his soft voice cooed down at her. She lay there red faced and nearly panting as his hands roved over her body. His thick middle pressed against her holding her to the bed. He was insufferable, presuming to keep her silent, plotting to keep her inside. And she was worse for moaning against the hand silencing her.

“I could take you right here. They all think I have anyway, your little campaign tonight did little to dissuade those thoughts.” He smiled at her, an arrogant expression. But his eyes were nearly crazed with lust and she knew he felt just as good as she did. Two degranged lovers huddled together as the sun broke the horizon.

“The whole castle would know who you belong to and exactly how you prefer to spend your time.” His nose slid along her neck and when he nipped her ear with his teeth, she saw stars.

The combined sensation of alcohol running through her veins and his body covering every inch of her was a dangerously heady rush. If she could’ve spoken at all she would’ve said yes please. Instead she lay there feeling euphoric at his words.

“But I’m a gentleman and I can’t have you half drunk the first time.”

She snorted at that, not so drunk that she couldn’t recognize his bullshit. He freed himself from her, pulling her up as he went so she was sitting up on her bed. Hand around her throat he snarled, “Don’t talk to ser Joth.”

Shanda only barely refrained from laughing at his expression. That was what he was so angry about? She twisted her face into the picture of sternness, hand over her heart.

“Aye aye captain.” She then dissolved into a mess of giggles.

He did not attempt to continue trying to reprimand her and it was just as well because she was struggling to keep her eyes open. The sun was truly up now and she knew Lord Tully would have to delay the sentencing. No one was going to be in a fit state to address anything this morning.

“Go to sleep, meddlesome woman.”

Her eyes were closed before he left the room and despite the world spinning behind her lids she instantly fell asleep to the sound of twittering birds outside her window.