#I asked my coworker to go out for a drink and she said her husband was picking her up

[greppelheks]

honestly people in this country have not heard of the saying the more the merrier, and have not figured out what it means to be hospitable yet

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How to Train your Demon

Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.

Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (but it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, smut and stuff eventually i guess....

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

Rule no. 9: Make Sure Instructions are Explicitly Clear

When you came back to the kitchen, Uraume was still there. In fact, upon further inspection of your kitchen, the place looked cleaner than before. Cleaner than the first time you moved in. You were grateful but felt strange. You didn’t ask them to tidy up but Uraume did it without your request. You came back before leaving to set the record straight because you didn’t need nor want a housekeeper. 

You eyed the empty plate that laid in front of Sukuna with disdain. It was practically clean, the greasy streaks from the meaty meal painted the white porcelain.

“Uraume, you don’t need to do all of this,” you gestured around to the house. “You’re a guest here. Please, take it easy.” “You’ll confuse them,” Sukuna said gruffly. “But as of today, Uraume will not be confined in the house.” 

You cocked your eyebrow at Sukuna who stood up from his chair. You already sensed that whatever today’s agenda held would get under your already itchy skin. 

“You will take Uraume with you to work.”

Ah there it is. The start of a headache right behind your eyes because of his overbearing protection. “There wasn’t a question mark in that statement.” 

“I was not asking,” Sukuna crossed his arms over his chest with a heavy finality. “Uraume will go with you.” 

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you gritted out. “If anything, it would be better for you for Uraume to stay with you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to get to.”

On your way out of the door, you found Uraume holding your work bag along with your tumbler cup filled with your favorite drink. You awkwardly took it out of their hands while muttering thanks. “And you do not have to come to work with me. Take a break,” you added before you left the house to your coworker waiting for you in her car. 

“Finally. I thought I was gonna have to drag you out of there myself,” Jess joked when you buckled yourself up in the passenger seat. 

“Sorry about that,” you laughed weakly. You eyed your house, your face barely able to hide your forehead scrunching up in a wince. 

“Is something wrong? Is Cleo still sick?” 

“What? No, she’s fine… just fine…”

Jess nodded but did not believe you. “Okay. Let’s try this again but this time don’t be as cryptic. Is there anything you want to talk about?”

You were unsure of how much of your situation you should reveal to your coworker. You were close enough to call her a friend, she’s the one who even offered to take you to work for as long as you needed until your foot healed, but you didn’t know just how deep that friendship was. You decided to test the waters with a very generic situation. 

“I’m just having… relationship issues.”

“Shut up, since when?!” Her eyes lit up even as she kept them on the road. “You know after Toji I didn’t think that you would be interested in men anymore. Are you still dating guys? Or are we talking about a lucky woman this time around?”

“Worse,” you snorted under your breath. 

“Huh? I can’t really hear you.” 

“I said it’s still a man. I just– I think I’m in over my head here. He wants to get… married.”

“Oh,” she said quietly. “He proposed to you?”

“God no,” you quickly corrected. That was technically true. No proposal but apparently soulmates. “He keeps on bringing marriage up. He’s very serious about it.” 

Jess tilted her head side to side, carefully preparing her next set of words. “Getting married is a serious matter. I mean, it’s not permanent. It’s messy, but you could always get a divorce if he switches up on you.” Jess gave you a quick glance from the corner of her eye. “But you never mentioned wanting to be a wife before. Don’t let him rush you.”

“I’m not,” you promised. “I never thought about it, but…”

“But what?” Jess prompted. The car was stopped at a redlight so she could fully look at you. You sat with your hands in your laps, palm up, tracing the lifelines over and over again. 

“I don’t know. I don’t hate it? He gets on my nerves like no other. He’s old fashioned, bossy as hell, kinda sticks out like a sore thumb,” you listed off with knitted eyebrows.

“So what do you like about him?” Jess snorted. Your face uncharastically softened. Jess wondered if you knew how much affection for this mystery man you held in your body.

“He’s not ugly, for one. I happen to like his face a lot,” you admitted. “There’s also a sense of understanding that comes with him. And, we have… history with each other. Don’t worry, I’m not getting caught up in the nostalgia, but it does make things complicated.” 

You hadn’t realized it but you and Jess made it to the library already. She parked the car and shut off the engine, plunging the car in silence. You both stared out the windshield, watching your other coworkers mill into the building. 

“How long have you known him?”

You shook your head. “If I told you that you’d think that I’m crazy. I’m talking straight jacket and padded walls crazy.”

“Alright then. Keep your secrets. I’m not telling you this because I want to be a bridesmaid for your wedding, but I do hope you guys work it out. Fully commit yourself like you are a married couple and see how it feels. I mean, you’re only dating right now, so you can always back out.” 

If only it was that easy, you thought to yourself. Still, you appreciated her help. “You’re right. Thanks, Jess. I really needed to get that off of my chest.” 

Jess beamed at you and you couldn’t help but to smile back. “I can’t wait to meet him once you feel comfortable. And if he does break your heart, I will break his legs.” 

The thought of Jess, who was smaller than you, taking a crowbar to Sukuna’s knees tickled you deeply. The image made you laugh loudly and Jess was happy to see you back in high spirits. You both climbed out of the car hand in hand, giggling all the way to your work stations. You separated, leaving you to hobble over to the front desk for your shift and you prepared the desk. Suguru would not come in until a few more hours, but you watched the door like a hawk for the return of the book Sukuna came from or Suguru. You were only interrupted from your task when a small voice coming from the other side of your desk called out your name. You peered over to find one of your favorite patrons with multiple books teetering in his hands already. 

“Yuuji,” you crooned. “You’re here early.”

“Good morning! We’re going on a road trip so Dad said we have to run ear-rands! I chose the liberry first!” 

The pink haired boy grinned up at you with a smile full of missing teeth that warmed your heart. 

“A road trip right before school starts. Lucky you,” you nodded. You reached over to take the load out of his arms and began to scan them. “Do you think you have enough books to keep you busy?”

Yuuji nodded furiously. “I really like this series.” 

You inspected the book you checked out and saw that it was a fantasy book about dragons that was the latest craze with kids. It had amazing illustrations along with a simple but captivating plot. You gave Yuuji a thumbs up. “This is a good choice. You gotta tell me how it ends when you come back.” 

Once again you were given a bright flash of teeth from the young boy. For a second you had a bout of deja-vu. You’ve known Yuuji since he was in diapers, but you had a strange feeling that you have seen his face somewhere else before. The thought was gone as quickly as it came by when Kento Nanami came up with his own set of books to check out. 

“Good morning,” he greeted in his velvety voice that slid in the air like jazz. He gently placed his stack on the desk and lifted Yuuji from the floor to rest on his hip. 

“It’s always a good one when you stop by,” you winked. You spied Jess shelving books from across the floor but her gaze was firmly stuck on the blond man. You bit back a giggle from the way she was missing the shelf multiple times from staring too hard. 

“You know, since Yuuji likes fantasy so much, I would recommend a knight story over there where Jess is standing. It would be right up his alley,” you offered. Nanami craned his neck to your point and Jess ducked below the shelves to hide in record time. “Well, she was standing over there,” you scoffed. “Yuuji said you’re taking a trip?”

“Yes, it’s last minute,” Nanami mused. He looked almost disappointed that he didn’t see your friend in the section you directed him to before he turned to face you with a soft smile. “I’ve been so busy. I want him to have at least one fun memory besides the activities held here.” 

“I hope you two enjoy yourselves,” you said earnestly. Just as you were printing out the receipt for the books you saw a familiar swish of white hair disappear behind the nonfiction section. You have only seen it once but you were sure of who it belonged to. 

“Thank you. We will,” Nanami promised. You helped him pack the books in his tote bag without putting Yuuji down and fixed it on his other shoulder. “We’ll see you soon.” 

“Of course,” you waved, but your attention was already drawn elsewhere. You had enough patience to make sure there was nobody else in line that you needed to help before stomping wobbly over to where you saw Uraume. They were not-so-subtly stuffing their face in a book larger than their head to hide their identity. 

“Uraume,” you said in a low warning tone. They slowly dropped the book and looked at you head on. “What are you doing here? How did you get here? I thought I told you to stay at home.” 

Uraume skillfully only responded to your last statement. 

“Lord Sukuna insisted that I come and watch over you. He’s worried over your condition.” 

“He should be worried about his condition when I get my hands on–”

“Did Kento say anything about me?” Jess said behind you, scaring you out of your body. You put your hand over your chest to calm your frantic heart and Jess apologized. 

“Oh I didn’t know you were talking to somebody. I love your hair,” Jess complimented Uraume and they blushed. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool or whatever,” you grumbled, pulling her away from Uaraume before she got a better look. You would have to deal with him later. As you were walking Jess back to the front desk she repeated her question. 

“He would’ve, if you didn’t do that little disappearing act.” 

“I just didn’t expect to see him,” she groaned. “Nobody should look that fine so early in the morning.” 

You found Uraume moving from section to section, seemingly not concerned with your whereabouts but you knew better. You were very annoyed, practically seething internally from Sukuna’s blatantly sending Uraume even though you had said not to. There was no getting through to him. 

“Aw man,” Jess sighed, looking down at her phone. You looked at her expectantly and she turned her phone to you. “Suguru’s not coming in today. One of his daughters is sick.” 

Fucking fantastic. “Poor girl,” you said instead. 

“Yeah, he said she got a nasty fever. I hope it’s nothing serious.” 

You already zoned out from the conversation, trying to come up with ways to work around his absence in relation to your demon issue. You slumped down into the nearest empty chair and spun around despondently. 

Jess poked your shoulder. “Lighten up. You don’t have to take on his shift, somebody else already took care of that.” 

“That’s great,” you mumbled without any real conviction. 

All you could do is hope that the universe was still on your side and you could get the journal back with or without Suguru being around. 

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Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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Imagine…

BAU!reader being married to Hotch but keeping her maiden name in the field to avoid assumptions and judgment. The team knows, obviously, but then a former colleague of Aaron’s from the Seattle office happens to be in town for a conference and wants to catch up over a drink. You can’t help but tease him, of course:

“Knock, knock,” you murmur, leaning against the doorway to your husband’s office. With a glance at your watch, you ask, “Y’gonna be late for your date?”

Aaron looks up at you with a frown before returning his attention to his case file and mumbling, “Not a date.”

“Mm, my apologies,” you respond with a twitch of your lips as you approach his desk. You lean your elbows on the dark wood and rest your chin in your open hands. Batting your eyelashes, you amend, “It’s a meeting betwixt old coworkers.”

Aaron rises from his chair, pressing his fists against the desk opposite you and positively towering over your smaller stature. He meets your fiery gaze with equal defiance, then leans forward to press a kiss to your lips and murmurs, “Are you our resident Reid while he’s with his mom? Who says ‘betwixt’?”

“Oh, shut up, nerd,” you taunt back between kisses of your own. “You collected coins; I played Scrabble. Now get going! Can’t leave a lady waiting for the Aaron Hotchner.”

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But WAIT! There’s more! Said agent gets a call while they’re out for a drink and asks Aaron and the BAU for help on a new case. Naturally, you all have to fly to Seattle together…

“Mama, you know this cabin is pressurized, right?” Derek teases with a nudge of your shoulder.

You mumble back around a sip of coffee, “Yeah, so?”

“So if you glare any harder, you’re gonna burn a hole through the jet and we’re all gonna die up here.”

Emily snorts out a laugh and you steal a Cheeto from JJ’s snack (for which you’re met with a stern, “Hey!”) to throw at her. Emily collects the offensive projectile from her lap and pops it into her mouth with a ferocious chomp in your direction, receiving an, “Oh, bite me, Prentiss,” in response.

“Just find a way to slip in that you’re married,” JJ counsels, moving the bag out of your reach to avoid further retaliation.

“Or accidentally fall into his lap. Turbulence can be nasty, you know,” Emily offers as a follow up.

“Like that?” you deadpan, jutting your chin toward the scene at the back of the jet. Aaron and Agent Brandt are over by the coffee, and she’s just steadied herself using your husband’s broad shoulder.

“Or,” Derek counteroffers, tugging at the chain around your neck that holds your wedding and engagement rings while you’re out in the field, “put this rock on and go claim your man!”

“This is dumb. I’m being dumb,” you grumble, flipping open the case file and burying your head in it. “Can we get back to talking about this sociopath and not my high school-esque jealousy?”

“What’s happening? Did I miss anything?” Garcia’s blonde curls bounce up on the monitor before your group, ready for the next installment of this evidently riveting saga.

“Nothing is happening, Pen,” you respond with a sharp look her way, “and y’all need to get out more. Watch a romcom or something if you need some angst.”

“You all completely suck,” Penelope sighs dramatically. “My cup runneth empty in my lair!”

“Then go get yourself another cappuccino, baby girl,” Derek answers smoothly with that dazzling smile of his, perched on the armrest of your seat.

You feel his presence before you hear his voice, every atom in your body suddenly on high alert and keenly aware of everything that is Aaron. “Hey.”

You look up at him with an easy smile, determined to not let your unwarranted bitterness reflect on your work. “What’s up, Hotch?”

He squats down in the aisle beside you so he’s not looming over you and brushes his knuckles across your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender touch, given your current audience. “Do you have that travel bottle of Advil? Brandt may have been overzealous with the margaritas last night.”

“Yeah, it’s… in the side pocket of my bag,” you answer, brow furrowed because he tossed it in there this morning to ward off your inevitable headaches during the coming late nights.

“You’re the best, honey,” he murmurs, standing halfway to press a kiss to your forehead before returning to his full height and going off in search of the pain killer.

“‘Overzealous with the margaritas’, huh?” Emily teases, then starts singing the viral song about just how many margaritas are needed to perform certain acts that shan’t be discussed in polite company.

From across the plane, Dave glances at Aaron who’s rummaging through the overhead luggage bin, then turns his attention to you with a knowing gaze. You avert your eyes, feeling a blush creeping across your cheeks, and settle back in your seat before flipping through the case file in front of you. “So crime scene photos would suggest we’re dealing with a disorganized killer…”

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But WAIT! There’s even more!

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Covering the Classics Part 2 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Anna knows her new coworkers want her to meet their friend Bob. But she's too hesitant, afraid to get herself in a situation where she's pining after someone new. During a spur of the moment shopping trip, Bob is delighted to bump into a woman he can only describe as adorable. Too bad he's never been great at the follow through.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, eventually 18+

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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By the end of her first week teaching, Anna had learned many things, almost like she was a student herself. That nice, secluded ladies' restroom she found was secluded because one of the toilets regularly overflowed. The coffee in the teacher's lounge was actually disgusting, but the donuts were available every day. And Dr. Pham from the sociology department asked her out three times on Thursday, apparently because she wore her hair in two braids like Princess Anna from Frozen, a mistake she wouldn't be making again.

And she was so tired. She started to lose her voice on Friday morning from how much she had to talk in her lectures. She took the wrong notes to class with her and had to improvise an hour long class on Emily Dickinson, because she was too afraid to give one of her students the keys to her office door. So she sweated it out, but managed to sound somewhat coherent as she dismissed her class at noon.

She pressed her lips together. If she ran to get her sandwich and peanuts really quickly, she could join her new friends by the weird tree. After two days of joining them for lunch, she really liked both of them. She just didn't want to get their hopes up about their friend Bob whom she was supposedly perfect for.

Anna wasn't perfect for anybody. And frankly this Bob guy sounded like a dreamboat, which just made it worse. He'd probably laugh after taking one look at her, and if she opened her mouth and tried to talk to him, he'd run away scared. She already turned down their invitation to go to the Navy hangout bar on Saturday night, citing that she was too exhausted. But it was really because she needed to stand firm with herself and do everything she could to protect her feelings from now on. 

After another few seconds of contemplation, she went to her office and got her lunch before heading to the quad. But today it was just Jessica there eating lasagna and garlic bread from a plastic container while Anna's stomach growled in jealousy. 

"Hi," she greeted after she chewed up a bite of her perfect looking lunch. "It's just us today. Dr. Rosenthal apparently had a bunch of questions about the math curriculum and took Advanced Calculus out for a long working lunch at Covewood."

Anna had barely been in the city for more than two weeks, but even she had heard of Covewood. "That's a five star restaurant. A romantic date night hot spot."

"Mmhmm," Jessica agreed as she sunk her perfect teeth into the garlic bread.

Anna realized her own experience was fueling her next sentences, but she said them anyway. "Isn't she married? Her husband is okay with that?" she asked softly.

Advanced Physics burst into laughter. "Bradley loves Dr. Rosenthal. He's in his seventies, and he's one of the sweetest people at the school. They have him over for dinner sometimes. He actually did my tenure review."

"Oh," Anna replied, embarrassed that she could hardly relate to someone who trusted their spouse. "That actually sounds really nice."

"Hey, are you sure you don't want to come out tomorrow night? No pressure. I just think you'd have a fun time. The guys are all sweethearts."

Anna looked down at herself and her sad sandwich. She didn't even have money to spare for a beer that she would probably drink half of before she wanted to leave. And it didn't matter if the guys were sweet, she knew her two new friends would be champing at the bit to see how she and this Bob person interacted. "Not this weekend," she replied. "Maybe another night."

Instead of socializing, she spent her Saturday window shopping in North Park. She had a budget of exactly zero dollars, but she could entertain herself for hours this way. She gasped when she found a two story bookshop that claimed it contained new and used and rare finds, and she ran across the street to get to it. 

It was darker and quieter inside than the sunlit, traffic filled streets, and when Anna took a deep breath, it reminded her of a cozy library. The clerk behind the register waved instead of speaking, so really, it just kept getting better. When she noticed the wooden sign on the wall informing her that The Classics were upstairs, she made her way up the creaky steps to a loft area with row after row of tall shelves. 

"Perfect," she muttered, walking to the end of the open space and turning down the last tight row of bookshelves. She wasn't alone, but the only other occupant was a tall, slim man with broad shoulders and tidy, sandy colored hair. He seemed to be so absorbed by what he was reading, he didn't look up when Anna reached for an enormous copy of Shakespeare plays.

She almost moaned out loud; it was annotated and contained every play she had to teach in her Thursday morning English 300 class. It was well worn, and the cover felt nice in her hands. Shit. Of course it was seventy bucks. That was more than she spent on groceries last week. Maybe she could expense it to the department? She should probably know how to do that. Maybe she could text one of her new friends and ask if that was allowed. 

But she slid the book back into place as a Vonnegut she didn't yet own caught her eye. She reached out for it with a steady hand, but as soon as her fingertips met the spine, a much larger hand, complete with graceful yet calloused fingers, wrapped around hers. Everything suddenly smelled clean like soap and also intriguingly like tea leaves. And then she heard a voice next to her ear that made her bite down on her lip as a ripple of pleasure teased her spine. 

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

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Bob had never been to this store before, and he wasn't really planning on stopping by today, but Mickey dragged him in and then ditched him for the children's section at the back of the store. Bob looked around downstairs, but as a poetry fan, he found that section to be seriously lacking, so he headed up to the loft instead.

He considered himself well-read until he realized how many classic novels he'd never even heard of before. And they all sounded really depressing. Which was kind of the point, he supposed, but if he was going to get something new to read, he was in the mood for a more upbeat story. Maybe a romance or a European adventure he could get lost in. Maybe a sweeping, romantic tale where the nice guy gets the girl for once. 

After several tries, he still wasn't finding anything close to what he was hoping for. As he re-shevled The Bell Jar, he decided to just reach for a book at random. Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut? Maybe that would be more his speed. But when he reached for it, his fingers wrapped around a soft hand complete with glossy, burgundy fingernails instead of the actual book. He jumped an inch in the air, because he hadn't even been aware anyone else was in the aisle with him, let alone a woman who smelled like sweet perfume.

"Oh. I'm so sorry," he stammered, already mortified. Then she turned to look at him over her shoulder, and he wanted to jump off the loft railing and run out the shop door. There was only one word to accurately describe her: adorable. She had dark red hair done up in a messy braid, big brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. "Oh."

"It's okay," she replied softly as she tried to hand him the book. "You can have it."

He shook his head, completely distracted, as he kept finding more things about her face that he liked. A grin curled along his lips as he said, "No, it's all yours. Really. I was just looking for something new to read."

She glanced down at the cover and then back at his face, and maybe he was imagining things, but it looked like she was blushing a bit. "Wow. I wasn't really expecting anyone else to be interested in reading a sarcastic take on global destruction on a sunny Saturday afternoon."

His eyebrows shot up. "Is that what it's about?"

Her laughter was also adorable. "Yeah, I mean... it's Vonnegut," she said with a bit of an eye roll. Oh no. She knew what she was talking about, and he kind of didn't. He was probably about to sound like an idiot. 

Bob cleared his throat and pointed at a random spine to buy himself time. "What's this one about?"

She cocked her head slightly to the side and said, "Two murders and a kidnapping."

"Oh," he said with a little laugh. "No thanks. How about this one?"

He wasn't even looking at the books now at all, preferring to watch her facial expression change as she checked another title. "Oh, that one's good. Also about murder."

He chuckled and pointed at another. "This one?"

She smirked and looked up at him. "Jealousy, rage, hatred, and also a lot of murder."

"Wow," Bob replied with what he was sure was a stupid looking smile. "I was hoping for something a little tamer? Perhaps less murder-y? Maybe I should go down and look in the children's section?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and listened to her laugh again.

"I could recommend a few books with little to no murder. Maybe even a happy ending," she told him, and he watched as she pushed her braid over her shoulder. 

"I'll believe it when I see it," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. To his shock and amazement, her gaze followed his movement, and her blush returned.

When her tongue darted out between her lips, Bob could feel his heart beating in his temples. Her brown eyes drifted back up to his face, and he wondered if this was how Jake or Bradley used to feel when girls paid attention to them at the bar. It was decidedly really exciting. 

He was going to be bold like his friends. He was going to ask her for her number. Maybe he'd see if she wanted to help him shop for some books, and he could buy her that horrible Vonnegut that she wanted, and then he'd ask her very nicely for her number. 

"Floyd!"

Bob watched you jump as Mickey's voice echoed through the store.

"Floyd! Let's go!"

"S-Sorry," Bob muttered, stepping past her and heading for the loft railing. "Just... hang on for one second?"

As soon as Mickey looked up and saw him, he said, "We gotta go, man. I got some books for my nephews, but we'll be late to grab a drink before D&D if we don't leave now. You know how she gets when we're late." He was shaking a bag of books and heading for the door.

Bob did know for a fact that Jessica got annoyed when they showed up late because they got hungry or distracted on the way to The Hard Deck. "Just give me a minute," he told Mickey, but he was already outside. 

He swiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and turned around to find the aisle empty. Oh no. He checked the next row of shelves, and the next, and the next, until he got all the way to the stairs, but the adorable redhead was nowhere to be found. And he had no idea what her name was. 

"Hello?" he called out softly, checking each aisle again until he was back where he started. Bob might have believed that he imagined the whole entire exchange with an attractive woman, except that there was one book propped up against the others right where he and she had been standing. 

"A Room With a View by E. M. Forster," he mumbled as he picked it up and turned it over in his hands. He glanced around again, but she was well and truly gone, leaving nothing except for what seemed like a book recommendation. 

"Floyd!"

Bob sighed and tipped his head back in frustration. "Coming!"

He descended the stairs slowly, head swiveling in every direction, searching for brown eyes and a braid while he held the book. Gone. He paid for A Room With a View and headed outside to find Mickey looking quite annoyed. What he didn't see was the mystery girl watching him from the far end of the loft.

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"She was real," Bob insisted as he held his glass of ginger ale a little tighter. "Just because you were too busy yelling doesn't mean I made her up in my mind. She had red hair and brown eyes."

Mickey gave him a skeptical look. "That's actually a really rare combination. And I know for a fact you happen to have an excellent imagination, my friend."

Bob cradled his forehead in his hand. "Why didn't I ask for her name and number?" Then he paused. "You know what? It doesn't even matter. There's no way she would have agreed to give it to me." 

He thought about the book he bought sitting on the front seat of his truck next to his dice bag and character sheet, and he considered just going home for the night. Maybe he could start to read the book. Maybe he'd feel like writing.

Then he felt an arm slip around his waist. "Hi, Jessica," he said as he blushed when he looked down at Jake's petite girlfriend. A second later, Bradley's wife was next to him as well, and Bob realized they were wearing matching smirks.

"Hey, Bob," Jessica replied, giving him a little squeeze. "We were just wondering if you happened to like redheads."

Mickey snickered before he tipped his beer bottle back and finished the drink. "He loves them. Daydreams about them."

Bob shot him a withering look. "She was real."

"Who was real?" Bradley's wife asked as her husband came up behind her and set his chin on her shoulder. Great, now he was going to have a full audience of people informed about his embarrassing afternoon of not even knowing how to ask a woman what her name was.

"There was a cute girl at the bookstore in North Park earlier," he muttered. "She had red hair, and I fumbled the ball."

Bradley chuckled. "You know what your problem is, right? You're too nice. Sugar met me when I was an absolute fuckboy, and she fell hard."

"I've been having a decade long lapse of judgement," she replied, and Bradley kissed her neck. "Don't listen to him, Bob. Girls love nice guys."

But Bob knew they didn't. Even the woman from the bookstore dodged him after approximately five minutes of flirting. If you could even call that flirting. He finished his ginger ale, and said, "We need to go. It's almost time for D&D. I'll drive."

Mickey nodded and said, "I'm ready." He could probably tell Bob had reached his limit with this conversation. His friend may be an extrovert to the extreme, but he was good at recognizing when Bob needed a break.

Jessica nodded as well and patted him on the chest before she pranced off into Jake's open arms. They shared the most adorable looking kisses before Jake straightened out her glasses and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Have her home by midnight, Bob!" he called as he released her. 

Bob nodded wishing there was someone besides the elderly woman who lived in the duplex next to him that cared if he was out past midnight or not. Even though he always looked forward to playing Dungeons & Dragons, he kind of wanted to head home and call it an early night. Nothing sounded as good as sending an email to Nat before reading his new book. But he would wait until later, and maybe he would even be in the mood to get his laptop out.

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Anna went back to her studio apartment empty handed. Well, that wasn't quite true. She didn't buy any books, but she did splurge on a six dollar bottle of wine which would probably taste disgusting. She just hoped it would help her sleep through the night after reading some sad poetry and eating a piece of toast for dinner. 

That guy from the bookstore was going to linger in her mind for a long time whether she wanted him to or not. She was more attracted to him after five minutes in his presence than she was to Kevin at any point in the past five years. And if she was going to start thinking about Kevin, she was probably going to cry. 

The toast was good, but the wine was bad. And she did cry a little bit. She was never going to get attached to the idea of being in a relationship ever again. She was never going to have herself that level of intimacy just to have it ripped away. She wouldn't allow it. Relying on herself would have to be enough. Handsome strangers with muscular, veiny arms and cute glasses who made her laugh were not part of the plan. That's why she ducked behind the end cap after she left him a book she thought he might like. She watched him buy it for himself, which left her almost breathless. If she allowed herself to, she could picture him sitting in a coffee shop sipping some tea and reading that book.

"Enough," she whispered, vision a little sloppy from the wine. She opened up the website called PoetsAmongUs, read a bookmarked collection about how good it would feel to be loved completely, and passed out. 

The realization that she was going to have to spend all of Sunday afternoon getting ready for the week was made slightly easier by the fact that she only had four hundred square feet of space to clean. And then she thought about the beautiful home she once had in New Jersey, and she had to finish the bottle of wine to help her get through her notes on The Great Gatsby.

She was still thinking about that hot guy with the glasses on Monday when she grabbed a donut from the teacher's lounge. Indulging in a little fantasy here and there about being loved and cared for wouldn't be so bad. And putting his face to it just made it even sexier. When she wasn't teaching, she let her mind wander to some possibilities that would never happen again. Pretty eyes, lean muscles, soft looking hair, pink cheeks. He probably had nice friends, too. He probably never cheated on anything in his life.

"Hey, Anna? Are you alright?"

She looked up from her bag of peanuts and realized she'd been so deep in thought, she wasn't paying attention to the lunch conversation. "I'm sorry," she replied, fighting the urge to groan. She wasn't very good at this stuff and should have probably just eaten lunch in her office like she did the past few days. The fact that it was Wednesday and she was still distracted was concerning to her. 

"Don't apologize. You just seem lost in thought," said Jessica as she ate another perfect looking lunch. 

"Do you want some chips and hummus? Bradley packed me too much food today," her other friend said. And of course he did, because he sounded like a damn dream.

Anna ate a few chips and sighed. "Have either of you ever had your heart smashed to bits?" She didn't really mean to say that out loud, but now that she had, she was met with an awkward silence that she wanted to run away from. 

"Yeah," Advanced Calculus replied softly. "And I did it to myself."

"Not my heart as much as my hopes and dreams," Advanced Physics added. "But for me, I think that was much worse."

Now the silence that followed wasn't quite as painful, but Anna was still a little embarrassed. "Yeah. All of the above." She cleared her throat and tried to think of something else to talk about, but her mind was still on the bookstore. "Hey, why didn't you tell me that San Diego is full of hot guys? They are literally everywhere. I went window shopping in North Park and got sucked into a bookstore, and I bumped into a guy with glasses who smelled so nice."

"Ohhh, what did he look like?"

Anna sighed. "You know how you can just tell a guy is really strong even though he doesn't have bulging muscles?"

"Mmhmm."

"He was like that." Anna bit into her sandwich and chewed it slowly. "Pretty eyes, kind of the color of a lake. Sandy hair. Wire glasses. Soft spoken. He smelled like a cup of tea." 

A few seconds later, she was snapped back from her drifting thoughts as Advanced Calculus asked, "Did you say this was at a bookstore in North Park?"

"Yes," Anna replied with a nod. 

"Did you get his name?" Advanced Physics asked. 

"No," she answered, still embarrassed over the fact that she hid from him.

And then she thought she was going to get whiplash again.

"Was he about six feet tall?"

"Was he slim but not skinny?"

"Did he blush when he smiled?"

"Will you please come to the Hard Deck this weekend?"

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Bradley is so proud of the fact that Sugar fell for him when they were in college. Beer Boy just gets better with age. This little Bob and Anna meet cute might spell disaster when they figure it all out! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[gashinabts]

Me and My Husband | (m)

Word 4.k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst, smut

Warnings: smut, explicit sex

a/n: sorry I have been hiatus, I’ve been busy and I had writers block 😭hopefully I’ll write more fics

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

Your new coworker, Mina, sits down next to you in the break room, sighing and drinks her energy drink. “ I swear men are the most lazy specimen,” she chugs the rest of her drink. “ I asked my husband to pick up the kids from school and he said he was too tired from work. I’m tired too but I still have responsibilities to do,” she groans. You don’t what to say, you just give her a meek smile and offer her a gimbap.

Mina takes a bite and hums in delight, “ How do you even have time to pack your lunch since you have morning shift. Did you make it at night?” She asked in curiosity.

“ My husband wakes up early and makes it for me. He also makes me breakfast too,” you shrug. Jungkook wakes up an hour earlier than you, first he kisses you and tells you have an hour left of sleep left. Then he works out sometimes lifting weights or running around the neighborhood. After that he packs your lunch and makes you breakfast.

Mina eyes widened in shock. “ Wait till you get over the honeymoon stage,” she laughs poking her elbow to your arm. “ How long have you been married? Six months?”

Shaking your head you laugh, while pulling your phone to show her your family picture. “ Almost nine years, we have two kids. My oldest six years old and my baby is three years old.”

Mina is even more shock, “ And that’s your husband. I don’t want to cross a line but he’s hot,” she points at your husband. Jungkook is wearing a black t-shirt and displaying his tattoos, and his jeans hug his thighs in the right places. “ He is hot and makes you breakfast and packs your lunch.” She groans, she is wondering what she has done in her past life to not have a perfect husband like yours.

You chuckle, “ Yeah, he’s the best.” Feeling gleeful that you have him in your life. You don’t want to go into details that he also cooks dinner and cleans the house while taking care of your kids because you were sure she would pass out.

…

You enter your house and see your husband making dinner with Soobin. Walking towards them, Soobin immediately senses you. Turning around shouting Mommy. “ How are my babies?” You kiss Soobin on the cheek and he makes grabby hands, and you carry him easily. Nuzzling into his chubby cheeks and peppering kisses and putting him back down so he can carry on to helping his dad.

Jungkook smiles and stops cooking, immediately giving you a welcome home kiss on the lips. His hands are on your hips, “ We are good, Hyrei is taking a nap. Soobin wanted to help me out and we are almost finish with dinner,” Jungkook kisses you more and you wrap your hands over his shoulder, basking in his attention.

It stops all too soon when Soobin tugs on Jungkooks shirt. “ Daddy, we need to finish.” He pouts and you laugh because he looks just like Jungkook when he gets upset.

“ Sorry, I was giving Mommy kisses because I miss her,” Jungkook explains to him and ruffles his hair. Jungkook pecks your lips one last time and playfully smacks your butt. “ Take a shower, dinner should be ready by then.”

Nodding you listen to his directions and head up to take a shower. Feeling refreshed out of the shower you walk to drawer picking your cutest lingerie set then wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants over it. Hurriedly, you walk down stairs as you hear Soobin calling for you. Jungkook is setting the food on table and you are greeted with Hyeri on her high chair waiting patiently to be served. Hyeri doe eyes look at you and she immediately smiles and calls for you. You talk to her asking about her day and she lets out a few words still getting the grasp of speaking in full sentences. Soobin sits on your lap wanting your attention as well, and you ask about school. And he excitedly explains in detail about it. “ Thank you, baby,” you kiss Jungkook’s cheek when he serves your plate. There’s a lot of laughter at the table and you enjoy talking with your family.

After dinner you set the kids in the living room and put on cartoons for them so you can help Jungkook clean the kitchen while talking to him. “ How was work, love?” Jungkook ask as he cleans the dishes, while you are cleaning up the mess Hyeri made. He loves hearing you talk about work because you are passionate about it.

“ It was really good. One of my old patients who is about Soobin’s age come to visit me. He’s walking and running now. He gave me a hand written card. And told me I was his hero,” you smile. The faucet turns off and Jungkook turns around tells you to come over. “ Yes?”

Jungkook hands are on your cheek caressing it, “ You’re amazing, you know that?” You roll your eyes, flustered at his compliment. “ I’m serious Y/n. You’re kind, smart, and beautiful. And you saved so many children’s lives. I’m really grateful to have you as my wife.” You hide in his neck not wanting him to see your flushed cheeks. He chuckles at your actions because it is similar to Hyeri’s body language when calls her ‘pretty girl’.

“ Jungkook I—” you were going to tell him that appreciate him more but all you can hear was Soobin screaming in pain. Immediately, you both run to the living room and see Soobin crying holding up his finger. “ Soobin, what happened?” You asked but he keeps crying loudly. Skillfully you examine his finger and see no bleeding just a faint red mark. You see the toy car next to him and you assume what happened. Soobin calms down sniffling now, “ Did you pinch your finger with the car?” He nods at your question. Jungkook sighs in relief and wiping Soobin tears.

…

“ The babies are asleep,” you say as you enter the bedroom and Jungkook is on the bed waiting for you. You pull your shirt off and toss it on the floor along with your sweats and Jungkook smirks when he sees your lilac lingerie set. “ Do you like it?” You ask already knowing the answer and you sit on his lap.

“ Fuck yeah,” Jungkook looks at your tits and nuzzles into them. He get lost in them he loves the warmth and how it smells like honey and lavender. Your nails caress his hair and he groans immediately getting hard from the sight of you. “ So damn sexy,” his hands land on your hips massaging as he gets closer to your ass. Desperately wanting to be inside, Jungkook fingers trail to your front of your lace panties seeking your wetness. He is always desperate with you, it is not like you guys don’t have sex regularly. Just yesterday you guys fucked in the laundry room, he had to stuff your mouth panties so you wouldn’t wake up your kids from their nap.

Jungkook leaves open mouth kisses on the swell of your tits, sucking marks on them. You grind on Jungkook’s hand as he pushes your panties to the side and rubs your wetness. He focuses on your clit and you whimper. After a few more minutes of heavy petting you beg Jungkook insert his finger since he was teasing you so much. Jungkooks skillfully fingers and your trying your best to contain to your moans. “ Jungkook wait…” Jungkook stops and ask you what’s wrong. “ I want to ride you,” you whisper pushing more against the head board.

He pulls his shirt off and your hands touch his pecks and his abs. You notice that he has gained more muscle. “ Gonna ride me good, baby?” Jungkook ask.

“ Yeah, I want to make you come hard,” your hand pump his cock and you make marks on his neck. Wanting to show people that he is all yours. Jungkook stifles a groan tossing his back as you touch his sensitive tip. You give him one last kiss on the lips before turning around so your back is now facing him. His hands are drawn to your ass fondling them and you chuckle because he is both an ass and tits guy. Pushing your panties the side, Jungkook helps you by inserting his cock in and you guys both moan as you slide down hard. Not wanting to waste time you ride him like a pro never stopping for breaks.

Jungkook continuously curses as you squeeze him tight, his hands spreading your cheeks loving the way you cream on his cock. He slaps your ass and you clench harder in pleasure. “ Riding me so good, baby,” Jungkook slaps another time the rubbing it to soothe the pain. You whine wanting more but you had to keep quiet because you didn’t want to wake anyone up.

“ You feel so good. I can feel you so deep,” you whisper. Grinding now because your thighs are little sore. You one of his hands from your ass to your navel, “ Can you feel it? I love it when your so deep in me,” you tell him, softly moaning.

Once Jungkook heard those words something came over him, he loved hearing you dirty talk. But his hand feeling your soft stomach and the imprint of his cock is making him go crazy. His actions taking control of him he thrust upwards and holding your hips in place fucking you to oblivion. Your eyes roll back and you cry into your palms muffling your moans. Overwhelmed with pleasure you come hard on his cock. “ Come for me, daddy,” you let out breathlessly. “ Want your come in me.”

Jungkook moans your name, pumping a couple times before coming inside. He holds you tight against his chest, peppering a couple kisses on your nape. Both of you breathless not saying anything. He leaves more kisses on your back. “ Jungkook, I love you,” you say just above a whisper.

“ I love you too,” Jungkook softy whispers. He pulls out and switches your body so you’re now facing him.

“ No, like I really love you,” you tell truthfully. Jungkook looks at you with doe eyes and you gleam holding his cheeks, peppering kisses everywhere on his face. “ You are my favorite person in the whole world. And I appreciate everything you do for us,” you kiss his lips.

“ Thank you, Y/n. I appreciate you too,” Jungkook smiles. He kisses you back and his hands trail your back and unlatches your bra taking it off. “ Let me show you how much I appreciate you,” he gently pushes you back on the bed.

…

Jungkook groans as Soobin jumps on him waking him up, “ Mommy said to wake you up,” Soobin says playing with his father’s fluffy hair. Jungkook carries Soobin and enter the kitchen to see you cooking pancakes. Placing Soobin down he eats his pancakes and gives Hyeri the banana slices. “ Morning,” Jungkook kisses your lips and he tries to kiss you more but you push him off laughing. “ I’m don’t want to burn anymore pancakes,” you say.

You serve him his plate with extra bacon, “ These are yours. They are protein pancakes,” Jungkook hums happily eating his plate and you eat your own as you feed Hyeri more pancakes. “ Such a good girl. Eating all your food,” you coo at Hyeri. Jungkook admires the way you look with your hair in a bun and your wearing his big t-shirt.

Jungkook gulps before he says the next words, “ My mom says we should visit her soon,” he notices your hands halter and you turn to look at him. Jungkooks looks nervous because he knows how you feel about his mom. And there’s always an argument regarding about his mother.

“ Yeah she hasn’t seen Soobin and Hyeri in awhile we could drop them off,” you shrug and drink your orange juice. Soobin looks at you because his name is mentioned. Your hands brush his soft hair, “ Want to see grandma, lovebug?” Soobin smiles and excitedly says yes.

He wants you guys to have a good relationship. “ She wants to see us too. That’s including you Y/n,” Jungkook says.

“ Why would she want to see me? She hates me,” you turn your head around and crossing your arms. You don’t have the best relationship with her. You guys always end butting heads and she disapproves of you working and Jungkook being a stay home dad. It is not like you forced him to do that. It just conveniently worked out that way. Jungkook was more than happy enough to be a stay at home dad.

Actually you think she hated you the moment Jungkook introduced you to her. When you and Jungkook started dating in college, you would sometimes spend the night at his apartment. So when she did her occasional visits to give her son more banchan she found you and Jungkook naked in bed she was not mad at her son but at you because you corrupted him. Even though Jungkook had several past girlfriends before you.

“ She hates you?,” Soobin ask loudly in shock. You want to laugh because he’s nosy wanting to hear the drama but you’re too upset to laugh.

“ Y/n,” Jungkook gives you look because you weren’t careful with your words around Soobin. “ And Soobin since you are finished eating…” Jungkook takes Hyeri out of the high chair setting her down. “ Go play with your sister outside.”

You wait for them to leave so you can return to the conversation. “ Jungkook anyone can tell that she hates. She always berates me when I do anything.” You thought that things would be easier with her since you and Jungkook get married but it hasn’t.

“ My mom promised me that she wasn’t going to pick a fight with you. And I told her that if she did that I would call her out and leave right away,” Jungkook explains. You want to bang your head on the table because Jungkook is a little bit of a mama’s boy. That’s the only fault he has, that he always defends his mother like she is a saint. “ Please baby, for me” Jungkook begs you, pouting like Soobin.

“ Ugh, fine,” you get up putting your things in the sink not having the appetite. “ When are we going to see her?” You ask already dreading it.

Jungkook gets up hugging you from behind, trying to kiss your lips but you are stubborn continuing washing the dishes. He settles for your cheeks kissing them. “ Next weekend.” You mentally groan.

…

The day prior to visiting your in-laws you went to the butcher and asked for the best cut of beef and got a couple pounds of that. Along with expensive health vitamins because you know your father-in-law loves them. You still are dreading to go, Jungkook holds the groceries as you carry Hyerin and hold Soobin hand. The door immediately opens and your mother-in-law goes towards Jungkook hugging and kissing him. “ You look so thin! Are you not being fed?” And you want to roll your eyes because it sounds like a jab to you. She looks at you specifically.

Jungkook rubs your back in comfort. “ No…Mom I’ve been eating well, we all have,” Jungkook says.

She looks down and sees Soobin holding your hand and she picks him up. “ How’s my baby Soobin, I saw you last month but you gotten so big already,” She kisses him. Soobin explains to her that he has been eating a lot of rice and vegetables so that’s why he got so big.

Jungkook laughs and takes Soobin from her arms not wanting his mom’s back to hurt from carrying his weight. “ Look at Hyeri she’s gotten big too,” Jungkook points to Hyeri while she hides into your neck still shy.

“ Oh she is big and so pretty too like a flower! Come to grandma,” she immediately takes her from your arms. You follow inside the house and you hope it is not too long you guys have to stay here.

You play with your children outside as they chase the dog. Hyeri in your arms and your father-in-law talks about the crops with you. He says his growing tomatoes this season because he knows how much you and Soobin like tomatoes you smile thanking him. “ Y/n! I need your help bring Hyeri with you ! ” your mother-in-law calls from the inside the house. You look for Jungkook because you don’t trust yourself alone with her but he is preoccupied by fixing his Father’s garden tool.

“ Yes, mother, ” you ask while entering the kitchen.

“ Help me peel this,” she indicates to the vegetables on the counter.

You don’t mind helping but you don’t want Hyeri to be bored in the kitchen, “ Okay let me put Hyeri outside so she can play—”

“ No, she needs to learn how to prepare food for her husband,” she says sternly.

Your eye twitches because Hyeri is just a baby and she doesn’t need to worry about preparing food for her husband. You want to bite your tongue but you don’t, “ Okay let me bring Soobin, it’s not fair for Hyeri to just prepare food. He also needs to learn how prepare food for his husband or wife,” you say.

Her eyes widen, “ Y/n don’t you ever say stuff like that!” You don’t know which part got her mad. Soobin learning how to prepare food or that you don’t think heteronormative. She looks very angry and you don’t want to get into another fight.

“ Okay, fine. I’m sorry. We will help you cook.” You’ll apologize to Hyeri when she gets older, when she realizes why she could she never play with her brother at her grandma’s house. You help cook dinner and she tsk at you couple times when you don’t expertly cut vegetables like her. Hyeri looks at you cook and you give her piece of carrot to chew on.

Dinner is finally ready and you set the table, and your father-in-law takes a bite of the meat and exclaims. “ Y/n, this is really good ! You know how to pick out high quality,” he tells you. Soobin is on his lap and he feeds him as well. “ How’s work? I always brag to my friends that my daughter is the best pediatric surgeon,” he says.

You laugh, “ Works been really good. I recently did heart surgery on an five year old, it was successful.” You say happily.

Jungkook smiles rubbing your shoulder, “ That’s my girl.”

“ So when do you plan on quitting and staying at home with your children? Jungkook also went to university and got his degree. He should not have to let his degree go to waste,” your mother-in-law speaks condescending.

“ Mom we talked about this,” Jungkook says. “ Y/n and I agreed that she will work and I will take care of the kids. Plus I love spending all day with children. Once both of the kids enter primary school I’ll look into my career.”

“ What about Soobin and Hyeri they are going to be confused,” she explains more.

You are getting frustrated. “ Then I’ll explain to them that there’s nothing wrong about breaking gender norms,” you say.

“ I hope Hyeri isn’t going to be like you. You are headstrong—”

Jungkook interrupts, eyebrows furrowed, “ Mom—”

“ Well then fine. I’ll teach her to be the ‘ perfect woman’. She’ll serve her husband and make sure his food is ready at a certain time. Education? Why would she need it if shes just going to be cleaning and obeying her husbands order,” you say sarcastically state getting up from your seat and walking towards outside. You hear them call your name but you ignore them seeking silence. You watch the stars outside and sniffle a little. Not wanting to let your emotions come over you.

Jungkook looks at his mother in disappointment, “ Y/n is my everything and I don’t appreciate you talking to her like that. She’s works hard at everything she does and I look up to her. I hope Hyeri becomes just like her,” Jungkook says in a stern voice. He walks out to talk to you and notices your slumped shoulders.

“ Y/n,” Jungkook gently calls your name, his hands are carefully placed on your shoulder. “ I’m sorry. Let’s go home,” he says hugging you. You don’t know why he’s apologizing maybe because he put you in this situation in the first place. You bid your goodbyes bowing in apology for letting your anger get out of control. You and Jungkook don’t talk for the rest of the way home. You don’t feel like talking anyways, too exhausted mentally.

…

You feel someone gently rubbing your arm and you wake up. Jungkook gives you small smile, “ Good morning, love.” Rubbing your eyes you look at the alarm clock and see that it’s eleven o’clock. Your head is still pounding from the after effects of yesterday.

You try getting up quickly but Jungkook calms you down. “ Shit, I woke up late. I’m sorry you were supposed to rest on the weekends,” you groan. On the weekends you make breakfast giving Jungkook a break from cooking and getting the kids ready for the day.

“ Don’t apologize. You’re fine. Kids are already fed and playing outside.” Jungkook kisses your forehead. “ About yesterday…” he caresses your hair.

You close your eyes briefly before speaking, “ I’m sorry. I overreacted and I know you’re mom is old fashioned—”

“ No you didn’t overreact. You were standing up for yourself. Being old fashioned doesn’t give her any reason to be rude to you,” Jungkook speaks softly. “ And if any of our children become like you, I would be very happy because you are wonderful person.” You’re in shock because he usually makes excuses for his mom but not this time.

“ Thank you,” you say in a whisper. Leaning up you kiss him softly immediately feeling better. Pulling his arms, you grab him so he can lay with you on the bed. He chuckles when you scoot closer to him, your face in his neck nuzzling into him. “ And if anytime you want to go back to work just tell me. We can put the kids in day care or I can take a break…”

“ I love taking care of our children. I rather take care of them sending them to daycare. Plus, I get to make my lovely wife food,” Jungkook says trailing his fingertips on your back. “ I got it all under control and I think I’m the best house husband,” Jungkook cockily states.

Laughing you pull away staring at his face, he has a cute smirk on and you kiss it. “ And the hottest,” you add on.

“ Wow out of all the amazing qualities I have you only compliment me on my hotness,” Jungkook playfully speaks.

“ And you have the biggest cock,” you cough, “ I mean biggest heart.” His hands immediately pinched your butt and you yelp loudly then laughing.

His hands grab your ass squeezing them roughly, “ Just wait till the kids are asleep. Imma destroy that pretty mouth of yours,” Jungkook says lowly. In the mood you go to kiss him and Jungkook can immediately tell by the way your eyes darken. But he gets up immediately, “ Nope not right, I promised Soobin to play dragon versus knight.”

You get up stretching and looking outside from the window. The weather is nice and you want to play with them too, “I’ll join you guys,” you ask as you put on your shorts. Jungkook holds your hand as you guys walk out to the fresh air.

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST

Chapter 4 (last chapter, THANKS FOR READING AND THE ENCOURAGEMENT..)

            Sunday dawned and Rebecca stirred. She looked over at her baby and smiled, “Good morning cutie pie.” She tickled his belly. “How did my baby sleep?”

            “I swept otay,” Brian lisped around the pacifier in his mouth. He was getting a little more comfortable with her seeing him acting a little more childish. But in the back of his mind, he was still waiting for this to all bite him in the ass. Was she really serious about me using my diapers? What if his friends or family found out, or worse his coworkers? He spit out his pacifier and sat and jumped out of bed.

            “Where are you going Brian?” Rebecca asked.

            “I have to go take a piss, sweetheart….” he quickly realized his mistake. “Mommy, I’m sorry mommy. Please don’t spank me.”

            “I’ll let it slide this time mister. But call for me when you are done going pee-pee and mommy will help you get dressed for the day.”

            This was going to take a lot of getting used to, “Ok.” He flushed and made his way back into the bedroom.

            “I didn’t hear you wash your hands. You aren’t a total baby yet. Turn around and wash your hands now,” Rebecca said in a tone suggesting he had better do as she said.

            “Sorry mommy.” He washed up and returned, but this time he came back to her holding up a pull up. He stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t see anyway in getting out of this.

            “I know we talked about diapers last night, but I’m still working on getting all the things my baby needs. So for now, I want you to wear this pull up. It’s very important that if you need to go potty you tell me and mommy will take you, ok?” Rebecca knew all too well that his embarrassment and frankly, his stubbornness, would make it difficult for him to ask. Would he be so childish and wet his pull up just so he didn’t have to ask? The thought of him losing control and helplessly wetting like a baby sent a chill down her body. “Ok, step in and then we will get you dressed.”

            Brian complied, stepping into the pull and she quickly pulled them up to his waist. She selected a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt and got him dressed for the day. He felt so small having her do this for him. As embarrassing as it was, it felt so good too. After putting on his socks and shoes, she clipped his pacifier to his shirt. “You better not remove this. Now move that butt to the living room. Mommy will let you watch tv while I get myself dressed. And then after that we will be going out. Mommy wants to go shopping.”

Brian plopped himself down on the couch, “Can I watch the news?”

            “Absolutely not. That is not for babies,” she flipped through the channels. “Oh look, Bubble Guppies. Let’s watch that. And Brian, you need to sit on the floor. I would hate for my baby to fall off the couch and get hurt.”

            This felt absolutely ridiculous. For a moment, he considered protesting, but remembered the spanking he had the day before. He slid down from the couch onto the floor. He could feel the padding of the pull up. Although he had always wanted to be a baby, it had always been so hard to shut off his adult thoughts. He loved the idea of watching these childish shows, but his adult brain prevented him from really enjoying. He heard his wife doing something in the kitchen. She returned a moment later with a sippy cup in hand.

            She extended the cup to her husband, “Now I want baby to drink his apple juice. It better be all gone by the time I finish getting dressed. I think you know what will happen if you don’t.” Brian accepted the sip with both hands and brought it to his mouth. He started sucking and soon he tasted the sweet juice. He turned his attention back to the television. Maybe it was the bright colors or the rhythmic sucking on the sippy cup, but Brian felt a wave a childish pleasure sweep over him. He found himself enthralled with the show and lost all track of time.

            Rebecca finished getting ready and walked out to check on Brian. She paused when she saw him in his trance, so sweetly watching tv. She walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder. Her touch startled him and he broke out of his trance. “I’m so proud of my baby,” she cooed. “Is my baby ready to go?” She took the sippy cup from him and put his pacifier in. The pleasurable feeling coursed through him again and he let her guide him out the door and into the car. He started to open the door to the front seat. “Silly baby, you are far too little to sit up in the front seat.” She ushered him into the back seat and buckled him in. She made a mental note to research car seats. She produced another sippy cup and instructed him to finish this one. What Brian failed to notice was the diaper bag Rebecca placed in the passenger seat. She adjusted her mirror, “Is my baby hungry?”

Thank you all for reading from chapter 1 and if you haven't read chapter 1, please go to my page and read for Fantasy and enjoy all...

REMEMBER, BE SPECIAL, BECAUSE EVERY BABY IS SPECIAL ❤️❤️💖💖🍼😘..

[sea-lanterns]

(In contrast to what Signora anon said)

Now imagine Arlecchino jealous and worried for the Empress. She cannot bear the thought of fighting even the Tsaritsa to win your heart, nu uh, she won't have that

If it's just some paper business you'll be found inside Arle's office in her lap buried in her coat (imagine that you're enough small compared to her so shell rest her head on top of yours🥺). You don't even have to worry about leaving your warm spot neither for a second: want some water? There's already a bottle with two glasses on the table. Hungry? She got yourself your favorite snack previously prepared (what a caring husband right? 🥰)

If she has to go out however she will leave you her coat and when she comes back she expect to see you in it (otherwise you'll be getting a grumpy pookie bear so I warmly suggest you to keep it on👀)

🐾

Awwww we made the Pookie Wookie Bear jealous 🥺

Arlecchino comes back from her duties and is like “where’s my Empress?” Only for Signora to open up her coat and reveal the Empress all snug and warm while cuddled up to the fair lady. Oh, you bet Arle is going to be upset. She won’t really show it, but she gently tugs you away from her coworker and stuffs you in her coat instead, shuffling away with her Empress like she was a toy being fought over.

After that, Arlecchino does everything in her power to be the best husband she can be during your stay. She’s always keeping you in her lap or snuggled up against her, feeding you your favorite foods and drinks while she works to ensure you don’t get bored. Heck, whenever the other female Harbingers or god, even the Tsaritsa ask to coddle you for themselves, Arlecchino just shuffles away with you in her grasp, pretending she didn’t hear them 😭😭

Poor Pookie Wookie Bear. She thought traveling to Snezhnaya without the other courtesans would get her some alone time with her love, but unfortunately for her, it seems her coworkers have taken a liking to you too :(

Gib her kiss. She is trying to be a good hubby.

[callsign-dexter]

Surprises and Smiles

Request: Could you do one for Bobby Nash from 9-1-1 with wife fem!reader? Maybe not feeling well lately and he's worried and Hen know why she's not feeling well (pregnant maybe?) And she surprise him after shift with the help of the other?

Pairings: Bobby Nash x Wife!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you @pear-1206 for requesting this!

Lately you haven't been feeling the greatest. Every morning you started out with running to the bathroom and throwing up and your husband would come in and hold your hair back and comfort you and whisper encouraging things in your ear and asking if you're sure you don't want him to go to work. You also noticed that you were starting to get bloated and you were late by several weeks now that you thought about it. It was still starting to worry you and your husband, Bobby Nash. 

You were told before that you couldn’t have kids when you both were trying and it killed you on the inside but that didn’t stop you and him from having sex and since you couldn’t have kids you both don’t worry about taking any precautions. For the past week you had been off your game tired, hungry, moody, and nauseous. You were scared and you didn’t know what to do so you turned to your best friend and your husband’s coworker, Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson. You called her up.

“Hey, Girl. What's up?” She asked

“Hey, can you come over?” You asked her.

“Yea, I can be there in 10 minutes. Everything ok?” She asked

“Ummm not really.” You said being vague and that was throwing her off.

 “Y/N are you ok?” She asked

“No, I’ve been throwing up every morning, I’m tired all the time, my back hurts, I’m hungry all the time, and I’ve been snapping at everyone and it kills me because I’m not like that. Hen I’m not.” You said crying “And here comes the emotions.” You said 

“Ok ok. Calm down. I will be there in 5 minutes. I just need to stop at the store and grab something, ok?” She asked 

“Ok.” You said sniffling.

“Stay calm and I will be there soon. Drink some water and relax.” She said “I’m going to hang up now, ok?” She asked

“Ok.” You said and then you both were hanging up and now you were waiting for her on the couch.

5 minutes passed and there was a knock on the door and you were getting up and opening it. When you saw her, you started to cry. “Hey.” She said and brought you into her arms.

“Hi.” You choked out. 

“Let’s go and sit on the couch and I’ll start checking you over, ok?” She asked and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said sniffling. You both went to the couch and you sat down and she sat to the side of you. 

“Where is Bobby anyways?” She asked

“He went out with Buck. I told him that I wasn’t feeling well and told him to go.” You said as she checked everything that she could on you and nothing abnormal came up with the general checkup. She then brought up the question that you hadn’t thought of for a while not since that day you found out. 

“I don’t see anything physically wrong with you check up wise. I have to ask, is there a possibility that you could be pregnant?” She asked and you were looking at her dumbfounded.

“No, there can’t be no way.” You said

“It wouldn’t hurt to check. When I stopped at the store I grabbed some pregnancy tests.” She said and you looked at her “Please just humor me.” She said and you sighed.

“Fine.” You said and then got up taking the tests. You got up and went to the bathroom.

“I’ll be right out here when you’re done. Just call for me.” She said and you nodded. You walked into the bathroom and shut the door and took the tests and now you had to wait 5 minutes. You opened the door “Hen, I’m done.” You said and she walked into the bathroom and she sat down on the tub that you had sat down on. “What if I am pregnant?” You asked

“That would be great. How would you feel?” She asked 

“Ecstatic.” You said as the timer went off and you got up and grabbed the capped pregnancy tests. You took a breath and looked down at them and your heart stopped. You were looking at two positive pregnancy tests. Of course, you were delighted but you were in shock, you were told it was not possible for you to have kids. 

“Y/N are you ok?” Hen asked as she looked at with worry on her face.

“I think so.” You said 

“How are you feeling right now?” She asked

“I really don’t know. I’m excited but I’m shocked. I was told when we were trying to have kids that I couldn’t. I was so devastated that I didn’t even get a second opinion.” You said looking at her.

“When are you going to tell Bobby?” She asked

“I want to be sure. I want to get a doctor’s appointment but I don’t want to go alone. I don’t want him to go with me just to have his heart broken again. I can’t do that to him, he was so heartbroken even more than I was when we were told that there was no way we could have kids.” You said and she nodded.

“Do you want me to come with you?” She asked and you looked at her with tears in your eyes.

“Please.” You said and she smiled.

“I will. Come here.” She said and opened her arms and you fell into them. “Everything is going to be ok. I promise. We’re all here for you.” She said and you nodded as you pulled out your phone and shakingly pulled up your gynecologist contact. You called them and made the appointment.

“They can get me in 10 AM tomorrow morning.” You said and she smiled and then the door was opening and your husband’s voice calling out to you. You were quick to hide the tests with Hen and then you both were coming out of the bathroom wiping your face of tears. 

“Honey, I'm home!” He shouted 

“I'll be there in a second.” You said back as you walked out of the bathroom and Hen followed. Bobby spotted you and smiled and then he saw Hen.

“How was your day?” He asked coming over and hugging you and the smell of his cologne made you close your eyes and melt into him.

“It was good. Wanted some girl time with my best friend so I called her over.” You said 

“What did you both do?” He asked as he pulled away from the hug and you almost let out a whimper.

“Oh, nothing really. Lazed around the house and gossiped.” Hen said and you nodded. 

“That sounds like a good girl’s day.” He said and you smiled. You felt better with having him around. 

“I'm actually going to go out with her tomorrow before shift. I need to get some shopping done and want a girl’s opinion.” You said and he nodded. He wasn't one to get upset over you not wanting his opinion and you were glad about that. Lord knows you've asked for his opinion so many times.

“Well, I will get going. I'll see you in the morning Y/N.” She said and you smiled and hugged her smiling.

“Thank you.” You whispered in her ear and she hugged you tighter letting you know she heard you and saying you're welcome. She then was releasing you and then grabbing her stuff and headed out the door leaving you and Bobby alone. 

“Are you ok?” He asked once she left and you looked at him and smiled.

“I'm so much better now that you're here.” You said and he smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Not right now.” You said and he smiled.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” He asked 

“I want to spend every waking moment with you. It doesn't even matter what it is. I just want it to be with you.” You said and he smiled.

“I would like nothing less. I love you.” He said

“I love you too.” You replied and so that's how the rest of the day was spent. You by your husband’s side or in his arms. That's where both of your happy places were. When you were with each other than nothing else mattered. 

As you both laid down for the night you stayed awake for a little bit thinking of the possibilities going through everything. Your mind didn't stop until he rested his hand on your stomach and a smile came to your face and that is how you fell asleep.

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The next morning something good had you waking up and walking into the kitchen. When you got there, you saw your husband over the stove cooking something that smelled delicious and familiar and then it hit you, it was your favorite breakfast. “Whatever you’re cooking smells delicious.” You said and that had Bobby turning around and smiling.

“Hey, Baby. I figured I would cook you something before not seeing you for two days and it is something easy on your stomach. Also, you can freeze or store the rest.” He said and you started to cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked coming over to you and gently placing his hands on your face.

“Nothing. I promise. You’re just too good to me.” You said and he smiled.

“Anything for my girl.” He said and kissed your forehead and then the oven was beeping and he was pulling away and heading over to the oven and stove. As he got the food ready you watched him, if you were pregnant then your baby is going to have the luckiest father in the world. Then again, he was raising several other grown adults at work. You both got your plates filled and sat down to eat, breakfast was filled with small talk and you actually could stomach the food and you weren’t rushing to the bathroom to throw up, which was a miracle. After food was eaten you got in the shower and got ready for the day while Bobby cleaned up and put food away.

10 AM rolled around and Hen was knocking on the door and you were still getting ready so Bobby got the door. You could hear their voices from in the bedroom. “Good morning, Bobby.” Hen said.

“Good morning.” She replied

“Big plans for you both today?” He asked and you smiled and you knew she wouldn’t tell him not without running it by you, it was your news to tell. 

“Oh yea. We're going to go shopping.” She said and he smiled and nodded. He knew you didn't like shopping so this was a big deal if it were up to you then you would do all of your shopping online.

 “Those are some big plans. She should be out here in a minute.” He said and Hen smiled and nodded and you took that as a cue to head out there. When you came into his view he smiled “There she is.” He said, which made Hen turn and smile.

“Are you ready to go?” She asked and you nodded.

“As ready as I ever will be.” You said and that had everyone chuckling and smiling. So, you bid your husband a goodbye with a kiss and a I love you and then the both of you were out the door. 

“How are you feeling?” Hen asked as she drove to the medical center.

“Nervous. What if the tests were wrong and I'm not pregnant?” You asked 

“Then we will deal with it. If you want my opinion, I think you are because of all the symptoms you told me. I can feel it.” She said and you smiled 

“Thank you.” You said 

“For what?” She asked even though she knew the answer.

“For being here with me. For coming to me when I was freaking out.” You said and she turned to look at you when she had parked in front of the building.

“It's my pleasure really. I'm your best friend, that's what I'm supposed to do.” She said and you smiled. She was right. She had been your best friend ever since she started to work at the 118 and you couldn't have asked for a better friend. You took a deep breath and let it out.

“I'm ready.” You said and she smiled and nodded then you both were getting out of the car and locking the door. When you got into the building you went to reception and got some paperwork to fill out while Hen went and grabbed a spot. When you got it, you went and sat down and now both of you sat in the waiting room.

“Do you want me to come back with you?” She asked and you debated it as you filled out the paperwork.

“Part of me yes and part of me no.” You said and she didn't take offense to that. 

“I'll be right here when you do make the decision.” She said and you smiled and nodded as you finished the paperwork and took it up the front and then went and sat back down with Hen.

“Thank you.” You said and hugged her.

“You're welcome.” She said and then the nurse was calling your name. You breathed in and stood up.

“Do you mind staying here?” You asked 

“Not at all. If you want me in there then tell someone and I’ll be in there.” She said and you nodded and then you were heading off with the nurse. When you arrived at a room, she led you in and turned to you.

“Please make yourself comfortable Dr. Muntz will be here in a few minutes.” The nurse said and you smiled and nodded.

“Thank you.” You said and she smiled and nodded. She then left you alone. You didn’t have to wait long until there was a knock on the door and it was opening to reveal the doctor.

“Good morning Mrs. Nash. How are you this morning?” She asked

“Better than I have been in the past mornings. I actually was able to eat and keep it down this morning.” You said and she smiled and nodded and wrote things down. 

“From looking at the symptoms that you said I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re pregnant. I’m going to run some bloodwork and then an ultrasound. How long has this sickness been going on for?” She asked.

“About 9 weeks, so 2 months.” You said and she nodded and wrote it down. 

“May I ask why you didn’t come in sooner?” She asked and you nodded.

“When my husband and I were trying to get pregnant for months I went and got checked out and there I was told I would never be able to have children. So, I didn’t think anything of being pregnant. I took some pregnancy tests just out of curiosity and they were both positive so I just wanted to be sure.” You said and she nodded.

“I’ll get someone in here to do some bloodwork and I’ll be back in a few.” She said and you nodded and she was gone and a nurse was coming in.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Harper. I’m gonna get some blood, ok?” She asked and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said and she did what she told you and she was gone. It amazed you at how quickly everything was getting done. While you set alone thoughts ran through your head, you so desperately wanted a kid especially with Bobby. 

20 minutes later Dr. Muntz was walking in with a smile on her face and you prepared for the worst and the best. “I have the results and I would like to say congratulations.” She said and tears spring to your eyes.

“Really?” You asked and she nodded and smiled.

“We can do an ultrasound if you would like.” She said 

“Please.” You said and she smiled.

“Go ahead and lay back and raise your shirt up.” She said and so you did and she brought over the machine and some gel. “This is going to be a little cold.” She said and you nodded and she spread the gel over your stomach and you shivered “I’m sorry.” She said and you shook your head.

“It’s ok.” You replied she then brought the wand down on your stomach and moved it over it. 

“Everything looks good here and here is your baby.” She said and froze it on the spot and you started to cry harder.

“Can I have a few copies?” You asked in a teary voice.

“Of course.” She said and gave you a paper towel to wipe the gel off as she printed out the pictures and handed them to you. “Here is a folder with lists of things you should be doing and medications you should be taking. There is one for what you should be eating and staying away from. There is some information in there as well on other things. You can also call and ask questions and my personal number is in there as well. Are there any questions?” She asked and you nodded.

“My previous gynecologist said I would never be able to have kids. Why is that?” You asked

“There are a lot of possibilities and things change when you get older. Your body could have not been ready for kids and it was showing that but it is now or they could’ve been wrong about everything. But your body is ready now and you’re growing a life inside of you. We’ll be here every step of the way for you and your husband.” She said you teared up.

“Can I hug you?” You ask and she chuckled.

“Of course.” She said and you did so and then you released her “Go head and head on out and reception will set you up with appointments and get medications called in for you.” She said and you smiled and nodded and did just that. When you got to the waiting room Hen saw you and you smiled at her and nodded. Once you got everything set up you thanked reception and walked over to her.

“Is it official?” She asked and you nodded.

“It is.” You said wiping tears away and smiling.

“Oh, this is exciting! Bobby is going to be ecstatic!” She exclaimed

“Oh shit! How am I going to tell him?” You asked

“You’ll think of a way. You’re smart.” She said and you chuckled and then you two were walking out and she drove you home. 

“I have a way but I need your help.” She said as she pulled up into the driveway, Bobby was already gone. She nodded and you told her after a long explanation you were getting out and watching her drive away. You went inside and started to plan on what you needed. You got into your car and drove to the store and got the cutest shirts ever: ‘My Daddy is My Hero’ with a firetruck on it and ‘My Daddy is a Firefighter’. You were amazed at how many firefighter baby outfits there were. You went home and started to plan everything out and worked on how much you would need to buy and how much to save. You put his gift together and attached the ultrasound picture. You kept this up until it was time to go to bed.

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Two days later you were nervous. You spent most of the morning perfecting his gift and preparing yourself for the outcomes. You looked down at your watch and saw that it was later than you thought. You took a breath and let it out. “Alright let’s do this.” You said and drove to the station. When you got there, you parked by his truck and got out while grabbing the bag and walked in. You quickly spotted Hen “Hen!” You said and she turned around and smiled.

“Hey! You ready to do this?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yup, I’m ready.” You said

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Buck and Eddie said at the same time and then Chimney came over and greeted you.

“Have you told them?” You asked Hen and she nodded.

“Congratulations by the way.” Eddie said and you smiled.

“Thank you.” You said 

“When did you find out?” Buck asked

“3 days ago.” You said 

“That’s great.” Chimney said and then you looked at Hen and nodded and she looked at everyone else.

“Cap! Get down here!” She yelled and you couldn’t help but keep smiling as you heard his footsteps and you took your spot on the floor with the help of Buck and they all gathered around.

“What? Is everyone ok?” He asked and he saw everyone gathered around.

“Y/N got here and she just collapsed.” Hen said keeping a straight face and he was quick to bend down.

“Baby, are you ok?” He asked, worry evident on his face and you nodded.

“Yea, I just light headed for a minute.” You said and that wasn’t all a lie.

“Let’s get you up and sitting on something more comfortable.” He said and you nodded as everyone helped you stand and then helped you up the stairs to the couch and he sat down beside you. You made sure to grab you the present and then once everyone was gone you decided it was time to tell him.

“Thank you, Baby. Our baby is going to be so lucky to have you as a dad.” You said casually letting it slip and it seemed like he caught on.

“What did you just say?” He asked and you smiled.

“Our baby is going to be so lucky to have you as a dad.” You said and you could see the gears turning and then you handed him the bag and he slowly took out the outfits.

“Are you serious?” He asked and you nodded.

“I am.” You said and then he got to the ultrasound picture and tears sprung to his eyes.

“When did you find out?” He asked

“3 days go.” You said and then he was pulling you into a hug.

“I thought you were told you couldn’t have kids.” He said breathlessly.

“I did too but they said the other doctor got it wrong. I can have kids.” You said and a wide smile broke out on his face and one did on yours too and happy tears sprung to your eyes.

“I’m so happy for us, Baby. You’re going to be a good mom.” He said “How far along are you?” He asked and you smiled. 

“I’m happy to. You’re going to be such a good dad. 9 weeks so 2 months.” You said and then he was slipping off the couch and kneeling coming face to face with your stomach. Hands on your stomach and he started to speak.

“Hi, baby. It’s your dad. I promise to be a good one to you and I’ll love you and your mom unconditionally. Your mom is such an amazing mom so please don’t give her a hard time.” He said and you smiled as you ran a hand through his hair and you kissed his head. “You don’t know this but you're our little miracle. We can’t wait for you to be here in our arms.” He said and then pressed a kiss on your stomach and leaned up and kissed you.

“Congratulations, Daddy.” You said against his lips.

“Right back at you, Mommy.” He said, making you chuckle as he put his forehead on yours.

You both couldn’t wait for this baby. You both were going to love him or her unconditionally. It may be hard at times but you both had each other to lean on. Having each other to lean on is all that matters and so is having a healthy baby. You both were ready for this after trying for months and failing and getting told you couldn’t have kids. You finally had your miracle and you couldn’t wait to raise him or her. Your family was now becoming complete.

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[exhaslo]

I HATE Retail.

So, quick summary.

This old lady comes in and my coworker spots her first. She tells the lady to give her just a second bc she was helping someone else. I enter the paint pit and saw the lady and asked if she needed help. The lady was talking to me in Spanish and I had to tell her, "One second, let me get someone to translate"

I maybe spanish, but I dont speak a lick of it. Only Japanese.

So, as Im calling someone to come over and translate, the women huffs and leaves. Like okay? The translator comes over, spots the woman two aisles away and we are trying to motion her over. We can only take orders at the one computer.

The lady refuses to move and demands we get her white paint. So the translator is asking her, "What brand? How shiny?" the normal questions. This lady still demands in a rude fucking tone just white paint.

Finally, my coworker comes over and tells the lady that we have to take the order on the computer. We cant read minds like wtf. So the lady storms over and demands white paint. AGAIN we keep asking for shine and whatnot. This takes 4 minutes bc she keeps telling us to just grab something.

We can't do that. The customer needs to be the only to pick. So finally she slams her finger on Eggshell. So I go to grab a gallon, then she bitches about a 5-gallon. So I go to grab the 5 gallon, shake it up and told her husband it was ready befpre helping my coworker out with her 6 5-gallon order.

Fast forward 10 min, one of my managers comes to me and asks if I yelled at a lady and gave her the wrong paint. I explained everything to him and NO WHERE IN THE CONVO DID THE LADY SAY CEILING PAINT.

LIKE THAT IS A DIFFERENT STORY AND PAINT.

So he drops it bc the lady was being dramatic about how she was gonna faint bc we yelled at her. Blah blah blah

Fast forward like an hour. Im helping a different customer and I see a different manager by paint. I ignore it until this lady storms in front of me and my customer and says,

"YOU NEED TO PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SHAPE AND SIZE! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU INSULT AND SCREAM AT MY MOTHER! YOU ARE DISGUSTING-"

"Ma'am, I have no idea what you're talking about," I try to tell her.

"DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT SHIT. YOU TREAT MY MOM LIKE SHIT YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU ARE FUCKING RUDE AND DISGUSTING SO FUCK YOU!"

"Fuck you too." I snapped bc who the FUCK does this bitxh think she is?

Even my customer was shocked. I then saw the lady from earlier fucking crying. Like are you actually shitting me?

I GET YELLED AT! I GET TREATED LIKE SHIT BUT GOD FORBID I SAY SOMETHING!

IF I SAY SOMETHING THEN I'M IN THE WRONG.

I was seething. I called my supervisor and she stormed over along with another manager. Note, the daughter is HUNTING for my coworker and the translator bc she needs to fight someone.

Honey, you're mom is a fucking liar and she isnt a saint.

Once they left the managers all came to me to ask what happened and I just started crying. Like they will always take the customer's side no matter how wrong they are. I only said one thing to the fucking lady and that was I was getting a translator, but yet Im the one who gets cussed out?

I'm not mad about being yelled at. Im more mad that I cpuldnt say anything back. Bc all these companies only care about the customer.

They treat the customers like gods and we just have to shut up and take their shit like we're ants. Im sick of it. Im sick of all of it.

I'm sorry, unpopualr opinion, but customer service doesnt mean shit. You're either going to buy at the store you are going to or your not. We need to stop treating customers like they are angels bc it just fuels their entilted behavior.

I need a fucking drink now.

Thanks for letting me vent. Have a great day.

[prolix-yuy]

Plus One

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: It's Ms Jackson's company holiday party, and Frankie makes his debut.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, references to past escort work, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism kink, references to oral sex and anal play, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), spanking, possessive play, little bit of brattiness, Frankie is too damn hot and Ms J is gonna make him pay for it (in the best way).

Notes: Here's my (slightly late) SW!Frankie Christmas story! This is dedicated to @lowlights for saying "All I want for Christmas is SW!Frankie" and I couldn't resist giving her exactly that. She also picked Frankie's holiday party outfit, which is absolute perfection and I would climb him like a tree if he showed up in this fit.

Takes place after Callback.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

The internal monologue running in the back of your mind comments on the tasteful decor, how the poinsettias and fake candles and red and green tablecloths really dress up the restaurant. The thought that “HR did a really nice job” skitters through your mind, and the warm scent of cider and mulled wine and store-bought cookies all envelops you in a nostalgic holiday mood.

Well, it would, but on the other hand this holiday party might actually kill you. Honestly. And yet you have to pretend that you’re not dying inside, a calm smile on your face while you fight back against the urge to scream.

It all started with an email.

Hi Team!

It’s that time of year again - our annual holiday party! Please join us for appetizers and drinks at Lesandro’s at 6pm Friday, December 23rd. If you want to enter the raffle for a special prize, please email Alison for a ticket.

This was all fine and dandy until you got to the next line.

Plus ones are welcome!

You shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s not the first time your office has extended invites to partners. You had brought your ex-husband in the past, the brief sting of the memory flitting through your mind. It was to be expected every year, a night to enjoy yourselves on the company’s dime in lieu of bonuses. 

You would gladly accept a check rather than the cocktails and finger foods, but you weren’t not on the planning committee. 

A little tremor of excitement over that line lightened your spirits for the rest of the day. Thinking of Frankie schmoozing with your coworkers made a smile come to your face, and his solid comfort being by your side actually made you look forward to the event. The scales tipped more towards anxiety when you walked into your home, Frankie coming down the stairs with damp hair.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, a quick squeeze of a hug before heading to your car for groceries. Worrying at your lower lip, you waited until you were both in the kitchen sorting produce before you spoke up.

“I’ve got a company party coming up in a couple weeks,” you said, toppling a few apples onto the counter.

“You’ll be out late?” Frankie asked, dumping fruit into a colander in the sink. The running tap let you take your time with your response.

“Actually, I can bring a plus one,” you tried to say breezily, rolling a stray lemon under your palm. It grounded you as Frankie turned to you. “If you want to come,” you added at the end. When his pause went on too long you hazarded a look up at him. He was smiling in that somewhat exasperated way that let you know you’d been overthinking again.

“Why wouldn’t I want to come? Maybe I can guess which one of those girls steals your yogurt on Wednesdays.” The remark made you giggle, leaning back against the counter as Frankie’s mischievous eyes eased your tension.

“I don’t know, I built it up in my head, asking you.” You shrugged, voice getting a little softer. “My ex never liked going to these things. Complained for weeks before and after, then would barely talk to me when we were there.” You shifted, crossing your arms over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d talked about your past relationships with Frankie, but having to feel the grief, the sickness in the pit of your stomach, the tension of revising those memories still made you want to crawl out of your own skin. Frankie’s hands, heavy and soothing, wrapped around your biceps.

“If you want me there, I’m there,” he said, rubbing your arms with a reassuring smile. You nodded, letting your forehead drop against his shoulder when he stepped closer. Sucking a deep breath in, Frankie’s clean musk and fresh soap smell released the tight muscles in your jaw. “Where are they having it?”

“Lesandro’s.”

“Oh, so it’s like, a nice party,” Frankie mused, hand kneading at the back of your neck where you held much of your stress. You melted into the massage, pressing your cheek to his plush chest.

“Eh, we come from the office, you don’t have to dress up,” you mumbled into his worn t-shirt. He hummed in response.

“Could be fun, though,” he said, working his thumb into the meat of your shoulders. “Dressing up for it. I’d like to make a good first impression.” 

Leaning back, you raised an eyebrow at Frankie.

“Oh really?”

He blushed, and you thought your heart might explode at the sight. Slipping your fingers into the wisps of gray-brown hair at the nape of his neck, you swayed against your boyfriend.

“Then bring your A-game, handsome.”

Which is why you’re standing here now, close to literally exploding.

Because when Frankie texted to tell you he was here, you didn’t expect what walked in the door.

First of all, no Standard Oil hat. You didn’t expect him to wear it, but it’s such a part of himself now you forget he can go without it. He styled his hair loose and curling, not a wild mane but controlled wisps that flick out around his ears and bounce along his forehead. Little glints of silver you refuse to let him cover up at a salon catch the glittering lights in the restaurant. He’s wearing a white button-up, the top two buttons open to bare a delicious vee of tan skin around his throat. He clearly wasn’t patient enough with the sleeves, though, because he’s rolled them up around his elbows, accenting his strong forearms. You’ve never seen the pants he’s wearing, some sort of dark blue-black slacks that hug his trim hips perfectly before descending to black leather monkstrap shoes. 

And he’s wearing his fucking glasses.

Your cunt throbs at the sight.

He searches the crowd, the smile that breaks out when you lock eyes making your legs weak. He weaves his way through your coworkers, a few watching him curiously as he scoots by. Once he’s made it to you, a hand on your lower back and a kiss to your cheek, the eyes that followed him now land on you. The pride this swells in your chest makes you giddy.

“Have I missed all the food?” Frankie asks in your ear, your response a shaken head. He mock-sighs in relief before Cindy strides up to you both, ever the nosy one. Her smile is too big, hand outstretched to Frankie.

“And who have we here?” she asks, eyes flitting between you both. You brim with a little more pride when Frankie takes her hand, giving her a kind but firm handshake.

“Francisco Morales, the boyfriend,” he says with a little jest in his voice, Cindy laughing louder than necessary. 

This is the theme of the night, Frankie approached by coworkers and chatting his way through the first impressions. You smile and schmooze along with him, but inside marvel over how smooth he is. The perfectly timed jokes, the attentive smiles. As Cindy (and some people you’ve never even met) approach and leave, he knows exactly how to engage and play off their differing personalities. Giving space to the chatterbugs, coaxing conversation from the quiet ones, engaging in interests and offering his opinions. 

“This won’t be my first time in a room full of strangers with high expectations,” Frankie had said a few days before when you offered him an out on the party. The implication flew over your head until he added, “I’ve been hired as an escort too.” 

The revelation led to another one of those matter-of-fact conversations that were so fascinating with Frankie. He talked about sex work (and escorting, in this case) with no more emotional attachment than discussing what cars he worked on.

“I did a charity event once, older woman who wanted a younger man on her arm but didn’t want to look pathetic.”

“A girl had a bodyguard fantasy we played out at the Plaza. One of the nicest hotel rooms I’ve worked in.”

“You learn a lot by acting like the trophy, and people will tell you the wildest shit if you just listen.”

All of these skills were in action now as you watched him listen to someone from customer support discussing chatbot services. The second glass of champagne in your hand is warming under your fingers but you barely notice because this is a Frankie you rarely see. He’s in an element that’s foreign to you, used to his soft competency and attention and now witnessing his surety, his confidence, his ease at shifting into exactly what everyone wants.

Even the moments when you feel a stab of jealousy - Debbie touching his arm when he makes a joke, how he gives everyone his undivided attention - he always makes his way back to you. His hand rests on your lower back,  pulling you into conversations when you’re being edged out. And when you’re leading, having a discussion with a coworker, he listens closely by your side and nods along, even if you know he’s lost as to the topic.

It’s turning you on way more than you want to admit. 

The party is grating on your nerves after an hour and a half, your brain screaming at you to leave. Listening to Carl complain about the cost of events planning pales in comparison to showing Frankie exactly how much he’s been affecting you all night. The ache only worsens when you catch a glimpse of his profile, smiley and easygoing, as his shirt gapes to reveal no undershirt underneath. You could slip your fingers inside and drag them along the smooth expanse of skin there, before slipping them down to pop every button open as you descend lower and lower…

“Your man not dress up for you much?”

Erica, one of your favorite coworkers and confidant, sidles up next to you as Frankie tries to leave a conversation by the drinks table, two glasses in hand. Your face heats up as you fan yourself surreptitiously with a napkin.

“Mmmhmmm, okay no need to answer that one for me. Boss left ten minutes ago, go get your man out of here before Johnson bores him to death,” she murmurs, giving you an approving look before going back to her lost-looking husband. Her revelation, coupled with your increasing need, rockets you across the room to Frankie’s relieved face.

“Sorry Johnson, I need Frankie for a minute. Nice seeing you!” you rush out, depositing Frankie’s proffered glasses on a waiter’s tray. Hands free, you tug Frankie to the exit, his voice lost in the rush of blood to your ears. 

Out of the stuffy room and into the cooler night, Frankie huffs in surprise when you push him back against the building’s exterior and steal a heated kiss, a quick press of the lips preceding your tongue pressing into his mouth, stifling his moan with your own. Taking the hint, he pulls your hips flush with his, attacking your mouth with as much fervor as you’re giving. His teeth scrape against your tongue, letting you grind him against the concrete wall before he spins you to switch places.

“You had to wear the fucking glasses,” you gasp when he pulls back enough to nibble along your jaw. 

“Thought they’d make me look smarter,” he whispers in your ear, palming one breast with the broad expanse of his hand. You mewl under the attention, mind hazily realizing you’re way too out in the open to be getting groped so thoroughly. 

“Thought you’d ruin my panties is more like it,” you hiss back, spreading your legs to invite him between them. He shakes his head against your neck.

“Not here, let me take you home and take my time,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear. The whine you squeeze out surprises you both, “needy little thing” the next words that Frankie drips against your skin. 

“C’mon Frankie, feel how wrecked you made me,” you goad, the roll of his hips against your core revealing Frankie’s desire as plainly as your own. Stealing a glance towards the front door, he slides a hand under your skirt and swiftly pulls your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through the slick mess.

“Fuck, baby, all this for me?” he asks, and the buck of your hips against his hand slides his fingertips inside you shallowly. He growls in your ear, that feral noise that makes you want to push him until he snaps and takes from you. Pulling you away from the wall, he sucks his wet fingers into his mouth with a flash of darkness in his eyes.

“Get in the truck, we’re going,” he says quickly, his stride longer and faster paced than usual. His own need mirroring yours makes a wicked idea bloom in your lust-addled mind. It would get you into some trouble, but the reward would be as good as the punishment. Maybe better.

Frankie buckles in and drives you swiftly out of the parking lot, your house only a twenty minute trip from Lesandro’s. Twenty long, aching minutes with Frankie so close you can almost taste him. You need to taste him.

Palming his hard cock through the slacks earns you a groan and a swat at your hand, Frankie’s knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.

“Baby, stop, I need to get us home. You can last twenty minutes,” he admonishes, which only mounts your need. Another long stroke, another warning, and you’re popping the top button of his pants open. He says your name now, hand coming to wrap around your wrist as you slide his zipper down.

“Please, Frankie, just let me taste you. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg, one hand slipped under your own skirt and sliding through your slick. “You got me so worked up, I just want to make you feel good.” Leaning over you blow a puff of hot air onto his cock, still straining against his boxer briefs. A string of curses fall from his lips as you mouth him, wetting the cotton with your tongue.

“Fuck, you just can’t wait, can you? Okay, baby, okay, but you can’t…you can’t suck me off, I’ll crash the fucking truck if you try. Just hold me in your mouth if you need it that bad,” Frankie gasps, the words finally allowing you to slip his cock from its confines and into your hot mouth. He groans loud at your heat engulfing him, your clever fingers finding your clit and stroking quick circles as you try your best to follow his rules. But Frankie is large and thick in your mouth. You can’t help sliding back up to adjust your jaw wider. Or when you slide back down your tongue flattens against the underside, lapping at the thick vein. That’s just a force of habit. 

When you hum at the feeling of his head brushing the back of your throat, you can’t help but admit that you’re doing it on purpose.

“Fucking Christ,” Frankie swears, and you feel the car move from asphalt to dirt before coming to an abrupt stop. You slide your lips up and off his cock to ask why he stopped, but Frankie is already unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you up to his mouth. He crashes his lips against yours, holding you in place with one firm hand on the back of your neck. 

“Little tease,” he purrs, and the rush of heat to your cunt has you arching into his chest, burying your wet fingers in his hair. “I was going to take you home, spread you out on our bed and make you cum so many times you’d lose your voice.” Frankie’s thick fingers pinch your jaw, widening it so he can delve deeper with his tongue. You’re practically dripping on the bench seat, trying to move to your back but he holds you there, and the roughness of his touch makes your body thrum like a live wire.

“Was going to lick this pretty pussy until you came on my face, then flip you over and do it again. Maybe even tease your perfect little asshole,” he continues, your heart hammering in your chest as he pushes your arousal higher and higher. “Then I was going to make you cum around three fingers. Get you to squirt for me.” 

“Frankie, fuck, please…” you whine, hips rocking against nothing, but he wraps his hands around them and bumps your noses together.

“Oh I’d have you begging by then too, but no, you couldn’t behave. Couldn’t wait the twenty minutes to get you home.” Your world spins as Frankie turns you to face away from him, pulling your ass tight against his hips. Heat blooms along your chest and face when you realize you’ve pushed him enough to lead to this.

“So you’re getting what you wanted, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you, needy little thing. Gonna give you my cock and you’re gonna take it just like this.” With that he flips your skirt up over your ass and slides his cock through your slick. Your jaw drops open; the truck is barely off the road, hidden by a few overhanging trees and a lack of streetlights but still very visible to another car passing by. Thighs trembling, you try to steady your breathing. It’s dangerous and mollifying, exhilarating and terrifying. 

“You know what to say if you don’t want this,” Frankie murmurs in your ear, gentler than before. You do, you know the colors and the words that will slow Frankie down. But like hell do you want that right now.

“Green, handsome,” you shoot back, wiggling your butt against him. He chuckles darkly, guiding your hips to slide his cock over your clit. 

“Then put your hands on the door,” he says, nudging you forward to brace yourself against the passenger door. Knocking your knees apart, Frankie’s bulk settles against your ass before his thick head begins breaching you.

Eyes rolling back and your mouth open in a silent moan, you savor the girth of Frankie’s cock with no preparation. You’re so slick and yielding, but he always stretches you to your limits. Even as he fucks shallowly into you, getting you used to him, you beg for more.

“Please Frankie, fuck me, want you to wreck me, been wanting you inside me all night,” you groan, pushing back to bury him deep inside, grinding the base of his cock to tease your throbbing clit. Frankie’s hands tighten around your hips, and with a sharp snap that knocks a gasp out of you as he sets a powerful pace. 

The truck cabin fills with the lewd sound of Frankie’s fat cock fucking into your wet cunt, his guttural moans mixing with your higher ones. When you look behind you, Frankie’s baring his teeth and puffing air through his nose, curls sticking to the sweat at his temples.

“This what you need, beautiful? Needed me to pound this pussy until you can’t think? Needed me to claim what’s mine?” His filthy words hit a chord deep inside you didn’t know existed until he spoke it into life. You roll your hips back against him, leveraging your thrusts with your hands on the door.

“Yes Frankie, need you to fucking take me, make me yours, take what you want, I want everyone to know I’m yours,” you babble. A sudden crack of skin on skin makes you cry out, flooding your cunt with arousal. Frankie soothes the red handprint on your ass before tapping his fingers along it. 

“Fuck, baby, you like that?” he moans as you nod vigorously in response. “Yeah, I can feel how much you liked that. Take it,” he orders before he slaps your other cheek, admiring how your movements get sloppier as you writhe in pleasure. “Mine,” he growls, another gentler slap. “Mine,” he pants as he yanks you back and pushes your chest to the seat, arching your ass up high for him to keep pounding into. “Mine,” he growls into your ear when he folds over your body, his thrusts shortening but hitting that powerful spot, tightening you around his cock.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, I can feel it, you’re so close. Cum on me baby, I’m…fuck, I’m yours,” Frankie gasps, the possessiveness now curling in your own heart as you listen to him rail you within an inch of your sanity while repeating “yours” under his breath. 

“Frankie, please…” you ask, not sure of what you need but he nods against your spine. Threading his fingers between yours, he slides his other hand to your clit and strums it fast and hard, the intensity throwing you off the edge of your impending orgasm. 

With a muffled shriek you cum, feet scuffling against the leather seats and your hips bucking beneath Frankie’s weight. He holds you down, guiding you through it as he works his cock slowly through the grip of your channel. When the aftershocks subside, Frankie pumps into you a handful of times, then pulls out to spill on your ass with staccato moans. 

For a long moment the truck is filled with gasping breaths, Frankie using your own skirt to wipe up his spend. When his heat disappears you prop yourself up to catch him leaning against the driver door, legs splayed and his head tipped against the cool glass, chest heaving. It takes a moment to rearrange your limbs but you finally slide between his legs and rest your head against his chest. His arms come up to cradle you there, stroking your back. You enjoy the silence, the comforting cadence of Frankie’s breathing bringing you back down.

“Was that too much?” he asks, a little apprehension in his voice. “I know we don’t go down that kind of path often…”

“Frankie, that was fucking amazing,” you soothe, grinning into his chest. “And I instigated that, I knew what I was asking for. Though you did almost make me end it with that plan you laid out.”

“Oh did I?”

“Very tempting.”

“You made your choice.”

You both laugh a little, the glow of the truck’s clock reminding you of the late hour. But Frankie has one more question to air in the dark.

“You weren’t jealous tonight, were you?” he asks, tucking his chin to look at you. “Because nobody in that room held a candle to you tonight. Or any night. I’m yours, babe,” he says, stroking his thumb along your cheek. The love that blooms in your chest is all the answer you need, but you’ll still say it.

“I loved being yours tonight. And every night.”

After getting back on the road, Frankie hums thoughtfully.

“If you wanted to do that every now and then…” he says tentatively, drawing your attention to his stunning profile. “You know, tease me, get me riled up, I’d be into that.” 

A wicked smile curls your lips, half hidden in the dark.

“You like it when I rile you up?” you ask, leading Frankie’s hand back between your legs. You could find the energy for another round, your folds still soft and dripping. He gives you a look like he could devour you whole.

“I like it when I can show you you’re mine,” he rumbles, cupping your sex as the minutes until you’re home tick by.

“Show me again, then.”

END

The story continues in Frankie's First Time

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Under Two Minutes

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife reader Spitfire Universe

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AN: Based off the TikTok @cybersry sent me the other day of a clip from Yellowstone

It was Jake’s mother’s turn to hold the Seresin thanksgiving, so off to Texas you all went. You made sure to get there the night before thanksgiving to help if his mom needed anything. After a few hours of decompressing from a flight to Texas with a one year old, Jake happened to mention to his father that his buddy Joey had invited you and Jake out with his wife and him. Immediately his father was trying to rush you both out the door.

“Y’all need to go! Get out! Go hang out with people your own age! Eli needs Pop Pop time,” his father explained.

Jake looked at him confused, “No we couldn’t ask you to do that. Mom is trying to get everything ready for tomorrow. We don’t want you to have to do everything.”

Jake’s dad looked at Jake unimpressed, “Son. You’re an involved father, right?”

Jake nods, “Yeah.”

“Where do you think you got that from?” His father asked.

“Yeah but that was a long time ago!” Jake said.

“I haven’t forgotten how to change a diaper. I know how to take care of a baby. I want to spend time with my grandbaby. Please leave,” his dad said holding his hands out for Jake to hand him Eli.

Jake sighed and handed Eli off to his father, “Guess we better get ready, darlin.”

You squeal and run upstairs to go get ready making sure to put on the boots you keep here at the ranch. Jake followed you and changed from his traveling outfit into something he can wear out.

Soon enough you had left the house, leaving Eli with his grandparents who were happy to have you guys leave and have snuggle time with their favorite baby. Even his mom had taken some time from getting things ready to snuggle your baby. Jake’s dad even threw Jake his truck keys to get you guys out of the house faster. Clearly Pop Pop and Nana have been missing their baby.

You met up with Jake’s friend Joey and his wife Amanda at a local bar. You were excited because Jake had said there was line dancing at that particular bar. Jake said he might dance with you but he needed to get some drinks in him first.

When you got there and met Joey and his wife you didn’t even care if Jake was going to dance with you. Amanda was happy to teach you all the dances. You both took a couple shots before she was grabbing your hand and leading you onto the dance floor to teach you.

Jake hung back at the bar with Joey and each got a beer. He leaned over and asked Joey, “Hey, can you help me keep an eye on my wife?”

Joey gave him a funny look, “Yeah man, I guess. Why do I need to watch her?”

“Well….see…..sometimes she can be a little feisty,” Jake says.

Joey laughs, “Good to know.”

Joey sees a friend and waves then turns to Jake, “Hey, I’m gonna go say hi to a coworker and I’ll be right back. You good, man?”

Jake nodded and takes a drink of his beer, “I’m good.” He leans against the bar watching you and Amanda having fun. He grins watching, happy that you both were able to go out and have fun.

He felt a presence next to him and glances beside himself seeing a woman.

“Well hello, cowboy,” the woman says.

Jake nods to her, “Hello.”

“What’s a guy like you doing all alone tonight? You’re really cute,” She says putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning her body against his. “I sure would love to spend my time with you.”

“I’m not alone. My wife is right there watching you,” he says pointing to you and grinning. You’re dancing still next to Amanda but your eyes are on Jake and the woman.

“My husband is out of town,” she says with a wink at Jake. “I’ll take care of your wife then how’s about you and I have some fun?”

“I would rather you not. Please don’t do that,” Jake says groaning taking a step towards her but she kept walking towards you and he’s shaking his head watching and groaning. You’ve been so good! Haven’t gotten in a fight in so long. Not since way before Eli.

“Joey!” Jake yells and nods his head towards you and Amanda. “Hey Joey!”

“Fuck!” Joey says groaning and stands up.

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You’re grinning as you watch the woman come walking up to you. Clearly this woman wanted to play and golly it’s been a minute since you got to.

“Your pretty boy over there told me you’re standing in the way of me and him getting together,” the woman says as she stands in front of you.

“Oh yeah? That what he said?” You ask raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. If I get rid of you I get to have him all to myself,” she says smirking.

“Ya know I’ve been kicked out of a lot of bars. Never been kicked out of one in Texas before,” you said with a chuckle.

“We do things a little different round here,” the woman says crossing her arms over her chest.

“Naw pretty sure I can get kicked out of this one. In less than two minutes. Want to time me?” You ask grinning, practically giddy.

“Sure I guess,” she goes to pull out her phone to start a timer and you take that opportunity to smash the bottle you were drinking over her head. She gasps and your hand is in her hair immediately yanking her head back and pull her against you facing towards Jake.

“That is my man. Do not touch him, bitch,” you whisper to her and she whimpers out a response that you really don’t care about as you kick her feet out from under her then quickly get in front of her to punch her before you’re being pulled away from her as the bar descends into chaos.

You end up being shoved outside of the bar. When you realize you start laughing. Very soon after Jake is coming outside to meet you with a stern look on his face.

“She thought I couldn’t get kicked out of the bar in less than two minutes. What was I supposed to do? Not get kicked out?” You say laughing.

Jake chuckles and shakes his head, “I can’t take you anywhere, darlin’.”

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, “At least I’m pretty?”

“Oh you’re the prettiest. We gotta get goin though. Don’t want no trouble with the cops,” Jake says and wraps his arms around you quickly and gives you a kiss then starts towards the truck which you both quickly get in before Jake starts the ride back to his parent’s house.

“We can’t just go to a bar can we?” Jake asks you chuckling.

“Nope. Sorry. Plus you knew this before we got married so you’re stuck with me,” you say smiling at him.

He shakes his head, “There’s nobody I would rather be stuck with.”

Jake is just opening the front door when he hears his phone ding. He takes it out and sees a text from Joey that says “That’s what you call feisty?!?!” Jake laughs and sends back “At least I didn’t have to fight anyone this time.”

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Valentine's Day

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☆• contains: grinding, swearing, breasts suckling, love bites.

Note: Hello! Also I'm sorry that I was gone for a long time since I had a lot of work to do at home and at my job. Hope you enjoy this one since it's a Valentine's Day specialty!..

Contains- Female Y/N and Sekido.

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It was Valentine's Day, and your husband Sekido wanted to make something special for today. It was your anniversary as well since you two made it official at Valentine's Day. Therefore, Sekido planned an amazing surprise for you.

"Hm.. she does like (Y/n's favourite colour) so maybe I'll buy some earrings in that colour.."

He thought to himself while at work, typing a document at how the investment has grown. In whilst typing the document, his coworker came up to him and asked something.

"Hey, sekido! Are you doing something tonight since I and a few others are going out for drinks."

They asked in a slightly jolly tone while seeing Sekido's face darken in irritation because his peace just had been interrupted by her annoying coworker. Sekido then soon answered them with a slight angry tone in his voice.

"I'm busy tonight. It's my anniversary with my wife."

After his answer, the coworkers stared at him in shock before it quickly turned into annoyance from the answer sekido said before rolling their eyes and walking back to their desk. Now sekido has his peace again, no more distress..

After he is clocking in his shift and going back home to you while imagining all the things you two can do together, such as cuddling, baking, and maybe even kissing. Though Sekido has to buy groceries for dinner, he's preparing for you, as well as the earrings he's buying for you.

You are at home, just chilling and having some wine for yourself since it's Valentine's Day. Though you missed sekido with his muscular and veiny arms wrapped around you.. After that, you decided to surprise him as well with something special.. You went to your closet and pulled out a light pink bra and a long gown to hide it in plain sight.

While with sekido, he started to pack his things up and leave for home since work had ended. He walked up to his car and drove away. Some time later, he finally got home and unlocked the door. You quickly saw him and ran up to him and hugged each other while his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"I missed you! Why the hell did you get home late?.."

Sekido sighs and holds his nosebridge in irritation since his job is unbearable to deal with sometimes.

"Sweetheart, I had extra papers to write and check up on with the boss.. Now leave me alone."

He quickly put you to the side and opened the freezer before getting a cold beer. He looked around the place before kissing your cheek and sat on the sofa while beginning to watch TV.

You quickly got a little sad from his attitude after work, even on valentines Day, He's cranky and angry! You narrowed your eyes before walking over to him and sitting down on his lap to get this attention.

"HEY!- What the fuck are you doing.. Also are you wearing those slutty bras?"

Sekido said, his tone tired and angry. You pouted and gently unbuckled his black belt in a slow tact. He slightly groaned at your hands, nearly stroking his manhood. As the belt came off, you moved your underwear to the side and moved the chest part of the gown so your breasts and bra would be visible to his eyes.

"Shit.. I've never felt this damn good in a while."

Sekido said while roughly latching his mouth onto your nipple and starting to give love bites on your breasts. Whilst you strongly unzipped his pants and pulled the front on his boxers down, showing his hard dick spring up. Sekido groaned and wrapped his arms around your waist for support during this.

"Don't worry.. I'll go gentle, sekido.."

You said before kissing his cheek and placing his tip into you, which quickly made you whine since he was girthy down there. As you started panting and quietly put it deeper inside of you before starting to gently rock against him with love.

"O-Oh, sekido.. fuck!.."

You said before continuing to fuck his dick hard before cumming on his cock. He grunted and pulled you close to a cuddle..

"I'm sorry, sweetheart... I've should've been nice to you."

Sekido said while stroking your hair and kissing your forehead.

(Let me know if y'all want a series of this ❗️😈)

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Work Wife _Suna Rintaro

You hated that you were late, Suna told you about the dinner party his company was throwing last week, and you told him you should’ve been out of your meeting before, but here you were rushing around your house, jumping into your dress and forcefully throwing your heels on before grabbing your bag and phone and ran out the house, you had your driver speed to get there as you fixed your hair. You stepped out looking presentable enough, you slowly walked inside looking around for Suna, seeing him with a group of guys. You walked over to the bar getting a drink to fix your sore throat, before looking at how hot he looks in his suit. “Hi.” You looked over at the woman who approached you. “I’m sorry I don’t think we met, I’m G/n.”

“Y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Are you on a lower floor of the company? I don’t remember seeing you?”

“Oh, no, I’m here with someone.”

“Oh, my apologies, I see you have your eyes fixed on Suna over there.”

“Oh.” You blushed looking away feeling slightly embarrassed you were caught.

“It’s fine, I do it all the time.”

“Excuse me?”

“May we have everyone’s attention, please?” You turned your head to Osamu. “I have a special announcement, well, my dear friend Suna has a special announcement to his beautiful wife.” Everyone in the crowd clapped as Suna walked up the stairs.

“Um thanks, Osamu, so I’ve been working at this company for 15 years now.” More clapping was applaud as he smiled in your direction holding up a Champaign glass. “I wouldn’t of been able to keep my head on my shoulders if it wasn’t for my love, making sure I’ve ate, asking if I called someone about an important subject or just being there. I love you my queen, I wouldn’t of been able to do any of this without you. Or any of my coworkers you guys have been a big help too. Thank you.” You clapped smiling as he began to make his way towards you.

“Hubby, you didn’t have to say all that.” You looked at her confused as Suna reached you. “But I love you too.” She went to touch him but you grabbed her arm.

“Excuse me what are you doing?”

“Hugging my husband.”

“You’re what?”

“He belongs to me that boy-“

“Is mine.” You said showing her the ring, her face fell looking at Suna who bit his lip looking at his wife.

“Oh, you’re the wife, it must of slipped my mind he hardly mentions you at work.”

“I hear my name enough at home.” Suna smirked looking down at you as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Oh, that’s… great. Oh yeah Suna don’t let me forget I have your jacket in my bag.”

“Why does she have your jacket?”

“Yeah, I had to borrow it out of his bag the other day.”

“I didn’t realize you had it honestly.”

“I haven’t had the chance to wash it yet, so it still smells like me, actually smells like that perfume you got me last Christmas.”

“What perfume?”

“The one you picked out for the females because I didn’t know what to get them.”

“Oh, yeah, and it’s fine we can wash it at home.”

“By the way, you look gorgeous.” Suna releases your waist to grab your hand doing a little spin for him.

“I look rushed, I was rushed I barley had time to do my hair I’m glad I got my dress on right.”

“None sense, you look effortlessly beautiful tonight.”

“Awe, I’m sorry I’m a bit late, my meeting ran later than I thought.”

“It’s fine, you still look elegant.”

“Awe. You’re too good for me.”

“None sense, I’m going to grab a drink, I love you.” He quickly pecked your lips smiling at you.

“I love you.” He kissed you once more before talking to the barmaid.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I had no idea you were coming, Suna might of mentioned it but I thought he said you weren’t going to make it.”

“Ahh, yes, Rintaro is very bad at not checking his messages, but then again I’m glad he didn’t. There’s a voicemail of me sounding rushed as I grabbed my keys and fought with our door.”

“I’m sure you’re kids were entertained.” You cleared your throat smiling weakly at her. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” Her voice was far from sincere.

“No, no. We talked about having kids, it’s just been too busy is all.”

“Oh no, too bad.” You nodded your head looking back at your husband, you looked at the girl before walking toward Suna grabbing his arm leading him away from the crowd.

“Well, hello to you too.”

“Let’s have a baby.” Suna’s eyes widen before looking around the room, he sighed looking back at you.

“I thought we talked about this, works just been too crazy, and not just mine yours too.”

“Then I’ll quit.”

“Y/n.”

“I want kids, I want your kids, I want a family Rin, I’m ready if you still are.”

“You’re being serious?” You smiled at him stepping closer placing both hands on his shoulders.

“As a heart attack.” He quickly wrapped his arms around you lifting you off the ground as he spun you quickly, placing you down for his lips to meet yours. You smiled pulling him closer.

“I love you, come on.” He grabbed your hand leading you to an elevator.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To make a baby.” He tells you as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But, your company is throwing you a promotion party.”

“They’ll be okay for an hour.”

“An hour?”

“Oh, I definitely gotta make sure you get pregnant.”

“Suna, this is crazy, you’re crazy.” He stops at the elevator looking at you as if you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “Let’s be crazy together.” He smirked as the door opened leading you inside, pressing your lips to his as he hits the stop button in the elevator. “We’re doing this here? What if the music stops and people hear us?”

“Let them hear those beautiful angelic moans of yours, I don’t care, I need you right now, I want you right now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? No more interruptions?”

“None, here, now kiss me.” He didn’t need to be told twice as his cold lips met your warm ones, backing you into the elevator walls. He was more thankful the elevator wasn’t made of glass like some of the coworkers wanted, seeing he doesn’t mind if they hear you, but sure as hell don’t want them to see you.

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Day Thirty-One: Aftercare

Summary:

Ted's convinced that he needs to do an entire personality overhaul in order to have people like him. His friends disagree.

Here it is folks! The last day! Thank you so much to everyone who's been reading this entire month, it's been an exhausting but incredible challenge. For my last entry, you get my longest fic of the series. Hope y'all enjoy and have a very happy Halloween <33333 (Special thanks to my lovely ☁️ anon, your asks have kept me going this month and I appreciate you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!)

It was finally Halloween, Ted’s favourite holiday of the year! A time when he could gorge himself on candy and drink a few beers on a weekday and be slightly less judged for it than he would on any other boring old day.

The best part though, was that he’d actually been invited to a party for the first time since he was a teenager! There’d been no dancing around him, no whispering plans to each other in the hopes that Ted wouldn’t hear, and no side-eyeing him when he got just a little too excited about this specific holiday because it meant that he could pretend to be somebody else.

Anyways.

Earlier in the week, Bill had come up to him and said that he was hosting a little Halloween movie night for the CCRP crew. He said that it was to keep them occupied while various younger family members did their thing, but Ted had caught a glimpse of the excited glimmer in Bill’s eye that had surely been mirrored in his own.

In the end, only Bill, Charlotte, Ted, and even Paul had made an RSVP, which was all good by Ted’s standards since he didn’t really give a shit about any of the other people.

Now all he had to do was not fuck this up for himself.

Sure, things were getting better between him and the rest of them. The whole near-death apocalypse experience that they’d all had had bonded them together with the added side effect of finally kicking Ted’s ass into gear about becoming less of a douchebag.

But when your life flashes before your eyes and you’re actively disgusted with yourself, that’s when you know that it’s time to make some changes.

Ted’s taking baby steps. He broke off the affair with Charlotte after her husband died, it just wasn’t right to keep screwing around while she was grieving. He stopped borderline harassing his coworkers—yikes—and that resulted in them talking to him if you can believe it.

He hasn’t done a complete personality revamp because, honestly, he didn’t really want to. He still makes dirty jokes and plays pranks on his coworkers. He hasn’t stopped bugging people but he is less of an asshole about it which people seem to appreciate, if begrudgingly.

Long story short, Ted’s been leaning more into being the office jester rather than the office sleazeball, and it’s been doing wonders on the amount of friends that he has.

Any amount of friends is higher than zero, to be fair, but now he had three.

Tonight’s gonna be different, though. Tonight’s the launch of a whole new Ted that people will actually want to be around. Time to shake off the remnants of his past self (Borat impressions included) and be a pleasant person to be around!

So, Ted sat in his car beside the cases of beer that he’d been tasked with bringing, trying to hype himself up like a loser before his first school dance.

“Alright Spankoffski,” He drummed his hands on the steering wheel, “This is your chance to prove to everyone that you’ve really changed. You are going to be nice, and friendly, and a normal, not disgusting or sleazy, human being.”

He pulled into Bill’s driveway, gathering the beers into his arms and pointing at himself in his rear-view mirror, “Do not fuck this up.”

It was already dark out when Ted knocked on the door, doing his best to appear relaxed as he waited.

The door swung open to reveal Bill beaming at him, “Ted! We’ve finally got everyone so now we can actually par-tay! Come on in!”

He’d gone all out as a skeleton with the face paint and everything making Ted feel a little self-conscious about his Mario costume that he’d managed to dig out of his closet at the last minute just because he already had the mustache.

All that melted away when he actually stepped inside to see Charlotte, dressed as Catwoman, look at him and say, “It’s-a-me! Mario!” and Paul, wearing a nametag that said “This is my Halloween costume,” look him over and give him an amused grin.

“Alright everyone, I am here and I’ve brought beer!” Ted hoisted the cases in the air, “Now we can have some real fun!”

And they cheered.

Yeah, this was going to be a good night.

And boy was it.

A couple hours later, Ted found himself squished between Paul and Charlotte and halfway through their second corny as hell horror movie. Jump scares didn’t affect Paul because of course they didn’t but Charlotte screamed every time, often hiding her face in either Ted or Bill’s chest when something she deemed scary happened.

It was really nice and, honestly, Ted and Charlotte had come to more of a mutual understanding that they worked well as friends, and Ted was astounded at how relaxed the atmosphere was. They were just a group of friends, drinking beer and eating candy while watching shitty Halloween movies.

Ted almost felt like he could be himself.

Almost.

The movie they were currently watching had a…well endowed female character, lets say. Normally, Ted would be cracking jokes left and right, and it seemed as though everyone expected him to by the way they shot him looks every time she was on the screen.

But he didn’t say anything, and nobody commented on it.

Until she fell into the water wearing a white tank top. Because of course she did.

“Damn! Talk about a—” The words were already halfway out of Ted’s mouth before he cut himself off, self-preservation instincts kicking in just a few seconds too late to save him from the looks he was inevitably going to get.

Except the looks he got weren’t the usual exasperation or disgust. They were more along the lines of…concerned?

Before Ted could shake off that thought, Bill leaned forward and said, “No! You’ve been too quiet all night, Ted and I know you want to say something, so have at it.”

Fucking what?

“Uh, no. I’m good, actually.” Was this a trap? This had to be some sort of trap, right?

Charlotte jostled him a little bit, “Seriously?! How about, like, I’d drink from those jugs any day!”

The impression pulled a snort from Bill who added, “Yeah! Or what about something along the lines of ‘I bet I could make her scream!’”

Okay. Those were pretty good. But this was new Ted, and new Ted didn’t make or laugh at jokes like that when desperately trying to get people to like him.

He managed to keep a relatively straight face as he said, “Sorry folks, I got nothing.”

With his gaze locked back on the screen, Ted missed the confused and slightly worried looks his friends were shooting at each other. He also missed the look of resigned determination that crept onto Paul’s face.

“Not even a ‘My wife!’ Ted?”

Hearing those words come out of Paul’s mouth felt like some sort of auditory hallucination. Ted would put real money on Paul never having seen Borat in his life, so his impersonation was more along the lines of an impersonation of Ted’s impersonation, which was funny as fuck.

Ted snorted out half of a laugh before getting himself back under control and attempting to mimic the unimpressed eyebrow raise Paul always gives him when he made jokes like that.

“Damn,” Bill whistled lowly, “I can’t believe that didn’t work. Are you feeling alright, Ted?”

Ted just scoffed, rolling his shoulders, “Yeah man! Just introducing you guys to the new and improved Ted 2.0! No more inappropriate jokes that everybody hates!”

He thought that that would settle it well enough, that everyone would breathe a sigh of relief and move on.

Except out of the corner of his eye, Ted could see Paul wince and he could hear Charlotte’s sad little, “Oh, Ted.”

Also, it was hard to miss the way Bill stood up and walked directly in front of him to stare him in the eyes with an odd look on his face.

“Ted, you know that we don’t hate your jokes, right?”

Oh shit. Everyone was looking at him, and it felt like things were getting serious, so Ted defaulted to his tried and true defense mechanism: Being a sarcastic asshole.

He pasted a sardonic grin on his face, “Oh come on, Billy. I may be an asshole but I’m not fucking stupid. I know how to take a hint or twenty.”

Bill’s expression shuttered before shifting into something harder.

You’ve really done it now, Spankoffski. No matter what you say it’s always the wrong fucking thing.

When Bill opened his mouth, Ted braced himself for a dressing down before getting kicked out to spend Halloween alone like he should have been doing all along.

“Ted’s being a bit of a grouch, huh guys? Why don’t we find something that’ll tickle his funny bone and crack a smile.”

And the way Bill said that combined with the looks he gave Paul and Charlotte suddenly made Ted very nervous for an entirely different reason.

The whiplash he’d gotten from the sudden change in the direction of the night meant that Ted hadn’t braced himself by the time Charlotte was enthusiastically agreeing and slipping her nails into his overalls to spider them over his stomach.

Ted immediately folded over with a panicked wheeze, “Wait! Char dohon’t! Shit Paul nohohohohoho!”

Paul, Mr. I’m-allergic-to-fun-and-laughter, decided to throw everytging Ted thought that he knew about him to the wind and immediately go for the fucking kill by digging his fingers into Ted’s ribs.

“NO! Nononononono wahahahait!” He started curling up into a ball and apparently Bill was not having that. He managed to grab onto both of Ted’s wrists and pull them away from his torso, leaving him defenseless to Paul and Charlotte’s attacks.

Of course, Charlotte immediately took advantage of this and wormed a hand in under his arm, giggling delightedly at the shriek it elicited.

“Char! I cahahahahan’t!” Bill tugged out his arms a little further, chuckling at him, “Bihihihihihill why?!”

“I told you that you were being a grouch! And I felt like it was the only way to get you to listen to what I’m about to say, starting with you are our friend and we genuinely appreciate that you try to make us laugh.”

Oh. Oh shit.

Apparently his struggling became a bit more pronounced at that because Ted could just barely hear a pointed “See?” over his laughter.

“Yeah, Ted!” Charlotte piped in, reaching down to scribble over his knees in a way that had him giggling like a fucking kid, “We like your company! We definitely appreciate that you’re putting effort into being less of an asshole but we don’t want you to completely change your personality!”

This was too much. Ted was going to die and his tombstone was going to say Cause of Death: His friends were nice to him and he didn’t know how to handle it.

Of course, that’s exactly when Paul decided to flutter a few fingers against his neck and, “Oh my God was that a snort?!”

Okay. Now he was going to die.

“Fuhuhuhuhuck off Pahahahaul!” And he took that to heart, moving right back to his ribs because he’s an evil monster, “Shitshitshit not thehehehere yohohou dick!”

Paul just talked right over him, “Just accept that we actually like you and your stupid jokes and that you don’t have to completely change yourself into someone you think we’ll like better, because we won’t.”

And Ted really didn’t want to, mostly because he’s not sure how much he believes it, but he also couldn’t take much more of this.

Alright. Fuck it.

“OKAY! Okahahahay you guys lihihike me!”

“And?” Charlotte prompted.

“Ahahand my—HEY! Andmystupidjokes!”

“Annnnnddddd?” Bill swung his arms around, making Ted sway in place.

Shit what was the last one?!

Oh right, “And I dohohon’t have to chahahange myself into sohohomeone I think yohohou’ll like better!”

“Because?” Oh Ted was so going to kill Paul for this when he was free.

“Behehehecause you WON’T! Now let me gohohoho you dihihicks!”

The tickling stopped, and Ted sagged into the couch. Paul wrapped an arm tentatively around his shoulder and he practically melted into the affection, stupid grin still plastered on his face.

Bill came back—when had he left?—and shoved a glass of water into Ted’s hands which he almost immediately downed in between heaving pants.

Charlotte moved in a little closer and started running a hand through Ted’s rumpled hair to smooth it back out and Ted almost passed out there and then.

“You guys suck.” It was unconvincing, the smile and petulant tone saw to that. It’s alright though because Ted didn’t really mean it anyway.

Bill started rewinding the movie to catch up on what they’d missed as he asked, “You doing alright over there? We didn’t kill you or anything?”

Ted just gave him a vague thumbs up which seemed to be enough for him.

“You know that we mean it, right? You’re our friend, Ted.” Paul’s quiet voice had the warmth creeping back into Ted’s face as he grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah. Fucking whatever you saps. Can we watch the movie now?”

But his grin grew a little wider, and if the next time that woman showed up on screen Ted had called out, “She could hallow my ween!” to the mock-dismayed groans of his friends?

Well, they had quite literally asked for it.

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Oblivious - Chapter 8: Spring Awakening

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“Hey, Chris?” I looked up from the text on my phone to the singer who was laying peacefully behind me on the couch. Since we got home from Washington things just seemed to make a little more sense and I fell comfortably into the new dynamic that I had between my two boyfriends. I was currently wrapped in Chris’ arms as I laid next to him, feeling kind of bad rousing him from his sleep as he slowly opened his heavy eyes.

“What’s up pumpkin?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck where his head was currently tucked away from the evening sun.

“My boss, Michael is throwing this spring barbeque next weekend and I wanted to know if you wanted to be my plus one.” His eyes opened fully, and he nodded with a massive grin.

“I would love to. Have you told Rick?”

“He does not like those sorts of events. You can at least put up with them. Also, I don’t trust Ricky to not murder my boss.” That made the singer laugh.

“That’s true. He really hates your boss.” He smirked. “So what kind of party is it?”

“Just a garden party at his place. He did say you can bring a suite if you want though because he has a pool.” I giggled as Chris crinkled his nose at that. He never liked swimming much and preferred to keep his legs covered, making them a hazard to society with how pale they were.

“No thanks. I’ll just be the intimidating tattooed boyfriend that everyone hates.” He snickered.

“Well, I don’t hate you so that has to count for something.”

“That counts for everything.” He whispered, pulling me back into him. I snuggled under his chin and sighed happily. I was truly the luckiest girl in the world.

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“You ready?” I groaned, and brushed my hands down the dress I was wearing to smooth out the wrinkles. I was currently at my place getting ready and Ricky was hanging out with me before Chris came to pick me up.

“Nooo.” I whined. I didn’t want to go to the barbeque, but I had already been told I was required to show up. “Why do I have to go again?”

“Because your boss made it a mandatory party. Stupid if you ask me.” Rick grumbled. I twirled around and curtsied in front of him.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful as always.” He murmured, standing from my bed and coming over to me. He took me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my lips as another set of footsteps was heard approaching down the hall. A purple haired singer poked his head around the door frame and smiled.

“Afternoon pumpkin. We should leave soon.” He spoke.

 “Oh, I know. Rick’s harassing me about it. I just finished.” I skipped over to him and gave him a kiss as well.

“Take care of her. I don’t trust her boss.” The guitarist muttered.

“We know.” Chris and I said in sync. I hugged him one more time and left the house. We drove to my bosses place which was in the rich part of town and I was in awe of all the massive houses. No surprise to me my bosses place was the biggest house tucked at the back of the neighborhood. “This will be such a joy.” I muttered.

“Just think about how much I’ll piss them off. It will make it all worth it.” We got out of the car and walked up to double doors where my boss’s wife Kelly was waiting.

“Casey! You look beautiful dear.” She gushed. I stepped up and kissed her cheek before moving back and allowing Chris to shake her hand. I had always liked Michael’s wife because she always managed to keep her husband in check.

“Kelly, this is my boyfriend, Chris.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Everyone is out back. Can I get you a drink?” Neither of us drank and while hanging out with my coworkers I didn’t want to get intoxicated anyway.

“I’ll just take a coke if you have it.” Chris told her.

“I’ll do the same.” We followed her into the kitchen where she got into the fridge and pulled out two cans of coke and handed them to us.

“I’ll be floating around so if you need something come find me.” She waved before bouncing off to greet more guests. Chris glanced around and shuddered.

“Lets go outside before I vomit because of this christian live laugh love shit.” He mumbled, placing a firm hand on my lower back. I let out a giggle and let him guide me into the back yard where everyone was waiting.

“Ah, Casey. I was wondering if you were going to show up.” Michael snarked.

“You made it a mandatory, Mr. Johnstone.” I said as cheerfully as I could muster.

“And who is this that you brought?” He asked, sizing up Chris and failing. I felt Chris stand a little straighter behind me and his hand grip my hip tightly as he reached out with his other one to shake my boss’s hand.

“This is my boyfriend. Chris Cerulli. He’s the singer for the band Motionless in White.” I introduced them. I glanced up to see that both of them were having a stare down with each other as they shook hands.

“Oh, you’re that weird local emo band, aren’t you? The ones that have been trying to hard since you were in high school?” Michael said snippily.

“We’re pretty famous now. Got a world tour coming up in a few months.” I knew for a fact that if I didn’t split them up, there was going to be a cat fight soon.

“Chris honey. Why don’t I introduce you to everyone else.” I tried desperately.

“Yeah, why don’t you.” He grumbled. “It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Johnstone.” I grabbed his arm and towed him around to the other side of the pool to keep them apart.

“Maybe I should have brought Ricky instead.” I giggled, watching him glare down my boss.

“He was being an ass to you!” He complained. I put my hands on his arms and rubbed them softly as he leaned into the touch.

“Chris, I’m use to it. Its fine.” I reassured him. I glanced around and couldn’t see where my boss had disappeared to through all the people that had arrived.

“You shouldn’t have to be use to it!” He snarled.

“Come on. I’ll let you meet some of the people I do like.” That was how we spent the next hour. I introduced him to some people, we ate some of the barbecue provided and found some seats in the shade with my friends where we chatted for a little bit.

“Hey, I’m going to grab a drink. I’ll be right back baby.” I murmured to Chris. He squeezed my hand before letting me go, turning back to my friends who were interrogating him on the band and what it was like touring all the time. I made my way into the kitchen which was empty and dug into the fridge to grab a new can of coke. I didn’t hear the footsteps of someone joining me until hands grabbed my hips and press their hips into mine. “Chris what are you doing?” I giggled, standing back up to lean into his chest but when I felt the person was a lot shorter, I jumped away. “What the fuck!” I snapped, turning to see Michael.

“Come on baby. That man can’t possibly please you properly. Let me show you what a real man can do.” He purred and I had to hold back a gag. I glanced out the window to see Chris lost in conversation with my friends but he glanced over just in time to see the destress on my face. His face hardened and he quickly excused himself to make his way to me.

“Don’t talk about him that way. You have a wife psycho!” I growled. He advanced on me again and pinned me to the counter, taking my hands in his so I couldn’t fight back.

“She doesn’t have to know.” He pressed up against me again and I could feel his hard member grind into my stomach.

“Get off!” I cried, jerking against his grip.

“Hey! Let go of her!” Chris snarled. He grabbed Michael by the neck and pulled him back, clocking him across the jaw with his fist and sending him flying into the table. I curled in on myself and sank to the floor, sobbing as Kelly came over and wrapped her arms around me. She looked disgusted as she stared at her husband lying on the floor. A crowd had now gathered around the door, having heard the commotion and watched as Chris picked my boss up and shoved him back outside. “She’s never fucking returning to work for you again. If you so much as contact her I will end you.” He hissed. He punched him one more time and sent Michael flying back into the pool.

“Kelly, I’m so sorry.” I whimpered.

“I do not blame you sweetheart. He’s always been a bit off but I never expected this.” She whispered. She helped me to my feet as Chris came back and took me into his arms gently. His hand was a bit bloody but he didn’t seem to care.

“Did he do anything?” He asked.

“I’m ok.” I shook my head, clinging to his arms. “Your hand-”

“Unimportant. What did he do to you?” He ordered.

“Just pinned me to counter. Nothing else. He implied- but its over.” I pulled his hand away and glanced at it but he lifted my chin to look back at him.

“Don’t worry about me baby. We’re leaving. And you are quitting. I will not allow anymore ‘im fine’s’ or ‘I can handle it’. You are done.” He demanded and I nodded. I couldn’t stand looking at Michael anymore. Plus I knew the moment Chris told Ricky (because there was no getting out of that one) Ricky wouldn’t allow me to go back either. 

“Can we go home please?” I begged.

“Yeah, lets go pumpkin.” He wrapped a protective arm around me and guided me through the crowd of people who were still watching the scene. They parted like a wave and allowed us by, no one daring to say a word.

[gh0stlyfixation]

The Love of Us

Part three

I started editing this then started adding more stuff so editing took longer than expected but here you go!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, oral (male receiving) soft!dom reader, sub König. Probably a lot of grammar and spelling issues, I’ll come back and fix those later❤️

Part two - Part four

It was the following day of your night out with Ghost-Simon. Your alarm goes off signaling another day of your job, another day seeing Simon.

Oh god, oh god. OH GOD! I rubbed myself on him! I came on Simon!

You wanted to avoid him, embarrassed that you even did that not knowing him for more than 48 hours. Who does that? But at the same time, you felt extremely comfortable with him. You didn’t feel ashamed of what you did, sure your husband died a few months back and you went over a year with no sex or any ounce of pleasure but you were caring for your dying husband. It’s okay, your okay.

You felt a little ashamed in your husbands name, but you can’t die a sad life, he even said in his last days “don’t stop because of me. Your young, live your life.” You’d live by his words, honor them.

But Simon meant König, and that meant two at the same time. Two loves, two people, two co-. Okay! Stop it, you yell at yourself, covering your head underneath the blankets not wanting to start this day.

Your second alarm went off, “ugh! Okay!” You yelled at it ripping the covers from your body.

You stuffed your dress and makeup bag in your purse and slipped on your slippers. You looked at yourself in the mirror and did your hair at least, thank god you didn’t have patients today, it was just an office day. Your pink plaid PJs hung low and your tight-fitted long-sleeve shirt was crooked. You fixed that then looked for a bra to throw in the purse and a sweater to hide your breast.

Simon was awake well before you were. Simon could never get a full night's rest if König wasn’t around. Usually, his nightmares would consume him. Simon finally gets out of bed after staring at the clock, his only motivation to see you.

Simon kicks his legs over the bed and rubs his tired eyes, checking his phone for any missed calls he hadn’t noticed, missed call from König. He decides to call back

“Hi!” Königs chirpy voice spoke. “How are you?” He asked. Simon sighs and König knows, “nightmare?” He ask quietly.

“Yeah,” Simon speaks eventually.

“I should be back tonight, missions going as plan. How’d last night go?” König ask trying to take his mind off things.

Simon does smile lightly at remembering last night, “she got drunk. She’s very truthful, she likes us both so far.” Simon says, “oh, she came on my thigh.” He adds.

“WHAT!” König yells through the phone. Simon laughs, “oh my god.” König says in disbelief.

“She looked pretty doing so, anyways, when will you be home?” Simon says, changing the subject and making König sweat.

“Oh, um-,” König stuttered, “leaving in a few hours. Probably be home around 4 pm. I want to take Y/N out. Maybe around 7 pm?” He says

“I’ll let her know big guy. Can’t wait to see you.” Simon says as they bid their goodbyes. Simon finally stands and thinks back to last night and how you took charge so easily as if you’ve done that before. Were you more dominant? Or just drunk? You didn’t dominate him anyways, you were just assertive, marking claims. He huffed, what then if you are? He needs to know.

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It’s ten o'clock in the morning when you finally arrive at work, your coworkers snicker at you as you explain that you had too much to drink last night and barely had the energy to come in. You took out the accessories and eyed the dress and decide to just put a bra on and not leave the office for the entirety of the day, lights low, aspirin near.

A few hours later anknock at the door was heard and then it opened. Simon stood at the door, looking around your room and chuckling at the dim lights. He closed the door and then pulled shades to the window up making you groan, then seeing your PJ pants and top, “rough night?” He asked, mocking you.

You mimic him, “rough night?” And held a smile on your face. “I think you know,” you say

“I had a good time, I think you did too.” He said, leaning on the edge of your desk.

“Hm, I did.” You say. “Did you tell König?” You asked bashfully

“What? That you made a mess on me?” He asked, teasing you.

You rested your head in your hands, “oh god.” You laugh.

Simon laughs, “no need to be ashamed pretty girl.” He says, “König wants to take you out tonight when he returns, around 7?” Simon ask.

You smile, “okay. Tell him it’s a date.” You said hiking a leg up into your chair to cross, looking back at your computer to update more files.

“Can I ask something, a little weird?” Simon says, suddenly shying away, something he never does, what the fuck? He thinks.

“Go for it. I’m an open book.” You encouraged seeing his hesitation.

“Last night, I couldn’t help but notice the way you were so assertive, as if you’ve done something like this.” He says, not knowing how to word his question.

“Well I was married so I’ve done the deed quite a few times.” You tell him, confused by what he’s trying to ask.

“No, like, you in a way dominated me, you know, that type of assertive behavior.” He says looking at the wall of your degrees hiding his embarrassment.

“Oh! That’s because I am a dom technically.” You say with a shrug.

Simon snaps his head at you, his eyes darkening at this information “What?” Is all he says.

You notice the look in his eyes, he doesn’t like the idea of it, “My husband was a sub and technically I’m a switch but my husband wasn’t, so I was a dom.” You explain, “a softer dom though.” You tell him looking down at the papers in front of you.

It's silent for a few moments before you look back up at him, his eyes are back up looking at your degrees, silently impressed by your accomplishments, “ever thought of submitting?” You ask quietly, almost afraid to ask.

He shakes his head no, then looks at you and crosses his arms, “no, not sure how I’d like it. Never tried it, plus König likes to be submissive.” He says.

“We could try it one day when you're comfortable with it of course. Can’t knock it until you try it.” You shrug. Simon doesn’t respond, but instead he lifts you off your chair causing you to squeal and giggle and he placed himself down onto your chair and you into his lap. Your legs dangle on the side as you sit sideways on him. “Can I take off the mask?” You shyly ask.

He nods and you remove it slowly and readily his face, “so handsome.” You say kissing his cheek. You get a better look at him and noticed how tired he is, “did you not sleep well last night?” You asked.

You didn’t know the severity of his sleep schedule, “no,” he simply says with a sigh.

“Want a nap on my on-call bed?” You ask pointing to the bed on the side of your room. He sighs again, “it’s okay. I won’t let anyone in.” You reassure him. He nods, feeling safe in your environment. You kiss his lips and stand up off him. You make the bed and he gets in and inhales the scent on your pillow, he loves it. You cover him up after he takes off his boots and give him another kiss on the forehead. His eyes flutter shut soon after, he loves the care you give him.

—

It’s later that night. Simon picked up König from the base after walking you to your car earlier that day, “thank you for letting me use your bed,” Simon says.

“Anytime, I’ll copy a key for you to use my office if I’m not there, both you and König are welcome to use it.” You say planting a kiss on his masked cheek. “Tell König I’m excited and can’t wait to see him.”

“König, you look great. Don’t worry, she’s excited to see you.” Simon said rubbing his arms in reassurance. He pulls König into a kiss, “your a gentle, caring, soft-spoken man, she’s gonna love you.” Simon says, and König lets out a breath of air he’s been holding in, nodding.

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You pull over a black dress that flowed down to your knees. König was taking you to a fancy steak house in the city. You hop down your stairs giddy with excitement holding your heels in your hand.

After spending over a year caring for your now-deceased husband and then mourning him, you felt happy. You looked at the wall of your wedding photos and smiled, maybe it’s time to take them down? They haven’t been up long since I just moved here. You talked to yourself. This weekend, don’t ruin your night Y/N. You decided.

A knock was heard at your door and you ran to it as lightly as you could so König didn’t hear, but he did and he stifled a laugh at your excitement.

You opened the door and were met with Königs uncovered face. This was the first you’d seen his handsome face, Simon made you wait but König was told by Simon that no mask may be better.

“Your handsome.” You say instead of hello. You take in the little scar on his neck and forehead. He blushes and shies away. You grab his hand and hold it, “Hi, König.” You said smiling at his bashfulness.

“You have a nice home.” König said nervously, “large,” he added.

You looked around your front porch, “I wanted to find my forever home for the future. It was perfect.” You say and lock the door. König silently hoped you’d be in his future on this said porch.

You and König sat at a corner booth in the back with dim lighting. You spoke light chatter as the waiter brings you your drinks and takes your order, “tell me about yourself.” You say.

“Well, there’s not much on me. I’m from Austrian, but part of the German Armed Forces. I have family back home, and a sister.” He says quietly but enough for you to hear.

He was beyond nervous, even with Simon's constant reassurance, “Simon said you had a mission back home and was visiting family, how’d that go?” You ask placing your elbow on the table to hold your head up giving König your full attention.

“Okay, I suppose. Mission went smoothly, my family, not so much.” He frowns as he fidgets with the napkins.

“Oh?” You ask him.

“They aren’t very supportive of me and Simon, only my sister is. They live in the old generation, they always hope I’ll leave him and move back home to them. That’s not going to happen.”

You frown, “they don’t accept you? Why do you continue to visit them?” You ask.

He shrugs, “mostly for my sister. She’s lovely, she’s always stood up for me. I suppose if she ever moves here I’ll never return to my parents.” He says. “As awful as that sounds.”

“Well, I think you're great. You and Simon are cute together and just in three days, I’ve grown to like you both. I do hope we can go somewhere with this relationship and it works. After John's death, it was a black cloud around my head. So I moved and I never thought I’d meet a guy, let alone two.” You say.

König makes a move and pulls you closer holding onto your hand, “I like you a lot.” He says. You smile as you look into his eyes, they sparkle with happiness. “May I kiss you?” He asks.

You nod and König gently kisses you. You kiss back and place a hand on his cheek. He pulls away and smiles, “I like you too.” You say.

The food comes and you eat in comfortable silence, taking sips of wine and giggling at little jokes he tells, no doubt learning them from the other soldiers around him.

“You know Simon doesn’t normally let people in his life. It took a few years just for him to invite me over.” König speaks about Simon.

“Oh?” You asked a little surprised wanting to know more.

“Yeah, when I was transferred over I couldn’t tell if he liked me or hated me. He has this stare and he would just stare until you left the room. So I am surprised that he’s so affectionate with you..” He tells you.

“Sounds like he was interested in you since the beginning, or had a severe starting problem.” You giggled.

He smiles with you, “What I’m saying is, he’s affectionate and good to you, but he does have dark days where he is uncharacteristically, mean. Well towards the people he likes.” König informs you.

“I’ll keep it in mind, he’s doing good so far, I guess. I’ll learn as I go. What about you?” You ask holding his hand.

“Just a lot of anxiety, severe anxiety, some days are good some are bad.” He says with a frown. “What about you?” He asks you.

“Can get depressed sometimes, since my husband passed away.” you also frown.

“I’m sorry to hear, what happened?” He asked sincerely.

Simon must’ve never told him, “cancer. Had it for a year before it took him. We married young, right out of high school. Wasn’t the greatest idea but we were in love and crazy.” You shrugged.

Finishing up your meal, he drives you home and walks you to the door, “want to come in?” You asked.

König grows nervous again, “It’s alright if not. I just don’t want you to go yet.” You said with a slight frown. “I’m having a good night.” You pout trying to get him to stay.

“I’ll stay!” He said a little too quickly. He walks in behind you and looks around his new surroundings, “it’s lovely.” He says. It was a big home, to the right of the foyer was your office with glass French doors, to the left was the dining room with a medium size chandelier and straight ahead he could see the living room with an open kitchen. A large tv is mounted onto the fireplace.

“Thank you.” You say as König looks around, getting comfortable. He sees stairs down the hall that lead to the upstairs. “Want to watch a movie?” You ask him.

He nodded as you take off your heels and walk into the living room. you had a large sectional, at least a 6-piece, and the tv tilted slightly down at a comfortable height. König also takes off his shoes and walks towards the couch.

You walk off the kitchen after turning on the tv to fire it up and get it ready. König realizes he hasn’t checked his phone for Simon.

“How’s it going?”

“Well?”

“You better be making sure she has a great time or it’s over for you.”

“Your killing me König :( “

König smiled, "we’re at her house. Gonna watch a movie.” König replied.

“;)” Simon says making him chuckle and put his phone away.

Simon truly was a gift in his life. He remembered when he met Simon, he silently felt okay around Simon because he too wore a mask. Simon was silent and observant most of the time, always staring someone down or telling Soap his jokes were shit. But König noticed his stares more, they were directed at him. Simon couldn’t help but be intrigued by the giant mask man. He was silent and lurked around, but König never knew. König thought Simon hated him, his anxiety never helped his thoughts when Simon was around. He did like Simon, he liked how he ordered everyone around, and he liked his mask and his eyes.

König never was in a relationship with a man or woman, his anxiety was just too much, and the relentless bullying from school. It wasn’t until Simon couldn’t stand it anymore trapping König in a supply room that they both realized they had feelings for one another and they both were scared. They’ve been inseparable since.

You come back with a glass of wine and water for König, “I noticed you weren’t drinking tonight so I brought you water.” You say.

König nods and looks at the walls, picture frames of nature, and you on your wedding day. Your husband holds you closely. “That was John,” you say. “I’m thinking about taking them down tomorrow. Start new, maybe place one of my friends painting up.” You shrug as you sit next to him.

Be looks at you and his eyes drift around your body. He gets a good look at you. Your hair is now in a ponytail and your dress is raised a little higher on the thighs.

“See something you like König?” You ask with a smirk.

“I-uh,” he stuttered looking away. You get closer to him lightly grasping his hand, “may I sit on you?” You ask. He nods and you straddle his lap you pull back and smile, “a little birdy told me something.” You say.

König got worried, what did Simon say? He wonders.

“Told me you like to be dominated.” You said trailing your finger down his neck, “just so happens, i’m a dom. Funny how that works.” You say with a grin.

König whimpers when you say this, “don’t worry, I’m pretty nice.” You said before attacking his neck. You leave kisses and light marks so Simon could see your work.

He lightly pushes you away, you’re afraid you’ve gone past his comfort zone, “I’ve never done this, um, with a woman before.” He shyly admits. He felt almost embarrassed.

You soften your gaze, “it’s okay. Leave me to do the work and if it gets too much, stop me. No questions, I stop. Okay?” You ask. He nods, “I need words, my sweet boy.” You said with a little more dominance.

“Yes,” he says as you grind your core a little on his growing bulge.

You continue to rub onto him as you did on Simons thigh, except you weren’t doing it for yourself, you wanted to pull an orgasm out of König, one he hasn’t felt from Simon, one from a woman.

König moaned then whined when you suddenly stopped. You slipped down off him to the floor, getting on your knees, “Is this okay?” You ask him playing with his belt. You wanted to make sure.

“Yes, ma’am. Please.” He whined more.

“Such a good boy, using his manners,” you praised and he moaned, “you like that? Do you like being praised, and being told how good you are? How perfect?” You questioned, he moods frantically, “yes!” He says.

You undo his belt and tug down his pants and underwear and his cock springs free, it’s huge, and your mouth waters. It’s girthy and long. You wrap your hand around it and it barely wraps around, you have to use both hands. “So big, such a big boy. My big boy.” You moan and you slowly stroke him.

He bucks his hips slightly in your hands then stills and looks at you with wide eyes, “it feels good, m’sorry, didn’t mean to move.” He said, the fear that you’ll pull away.

“I’m not mad, accidents happen. But try to be a good boy,” you say sweetly. Simon must be meaner in bed for König to worry.

He once again nodded. You slowly stroke his cock with both hands, you move your lips to his thighs and lightly suck on them leaving marks, you can see him struggling to sit still, “please,” he begs.

“Please what? What do you need?” You asked still going at a torturous pace with your hands and sucking closer to his balls. He can feel your breath on them.

“I need your mouth, m’please, i’ll be good, swear it.” He says, sounding dumber, begging.

“Mm, since you asked so nicely.” Your say, moving your head to his tip, you give it one long swipe with your tongue

“Oh god! Please,” he moaned

You start to sink your mouth into him slowly, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around his shaft. He was huge and it was no doubt your jaw would be sore later. König placed his hands down next to his thighs trying to find anything to hold onto besides your head, wanting to be your good boy.

Your mouth took almost all of him, the rest not going down unless you deep throat him and you wouldn’t give him that pleasure yet. You used one hand to cover what your mouth couldn’t and bounced your head sucking harshly now. König was a whiny mess gripping the couch cushions cover hard.

After a few minutes, you come up for some proper air, “your being so good at controlling yourself. Do you want to fuck my mouth? Want to stick it down my throat? Because I think you deserve it.” You say with a sweet voice

“Yes! Yes please! Can I hold your head, please? I just wanna bury my hands in your hair.” He begged.

“Of course my sweet boy. Just wait for my single.” You sink your mouth back over his cock and take him all the way a few times before tapping his thigh. He slowly bucks into your mouth making sure he wouldn’t hurt you. He holds onto the back of your head, gripping your ponytail lightly.

Once he’s comfortable enough, he starts to Buck into your throat faster. You reach down to his balls and pull and squeeze them encouraging him to keep moving. His breath is labored, “oh my Liebling, feels so good.” He says giving you a new nickname.

He goes at a bruising pace no doubt your throat will be sore. You feel tears run down your eyes for holding back your gag reflex. He starts twitching, “please! Can I come? I need to come ma’am!” He cries out. You squeeze his balls harder, the pleasure becoming too much for him. You tap his thigh twice and he stills in the back of your throat squirting his seed.

You swallow every last drop and you bring your head up and look at him. He saves the sight of your face mentally. Mascara is ruined, you have spit all over your face and some of his semen on the corner of your lips. He swiped some of it on his finger and brings it to his lips looking at you. “You okay?” You asked.

“Yes,” he whispered pulling you up to him. You cuddle up to his side and pull his boxers back up but keep his slacks down so he can be comfortable. “What about you?” He asks, feeling bad.

You wipe your face with a throw blanket on the side and fix your hair. “I’m good, just want to cuddle.” You say, pulling a blanket up. You feel his side vibrate and he pulls out his phone,

“Updates, I’m dying here.” Simon texted.

König smiles and shows you, “can we take a picture and send it to him?” You ask. He nods and you both smile. You can tell your face was freshly fucked. He sends it and he immediately responds

“My two favorite people” he texted back.

“Pretty girl looks a bit messy.” he texted again

You smiled and gave his phone back. He tossed it somewhere on the couch and pulled you close, you pressing play on the movie you both never started.

How did I get so lucky?