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misshoneyimhome · 10 months ago

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Can you please write something sexy/smutty/funny with Freddie Andersen? Maybe along the lines where he and Y/N are in a established relationship, and in a ~love making~ night he gets maybe too eager and finished first and he gets embarrassed but she just makes fun of it and plays it cool and he's determined to give her a good time and redeemed himself!

I love you writing! Thank You! ❤️

I really hope you can understand my request 🙈

Oh, thank you very much, bb! 🤍 Of course, it makes perfect sense 😉

Omg, yes! A Freddie request 😍 I've missed this man so much! So of course, I can create something about my favourite ginger man 🤍 It's been a while since I've written about him, and I truly appreciate you sending me this request!

I do apologise for the sports puns, though… 🙈

Warnings; 18+ smut; fingering; unprotected sex (p in v); creampie; more fingering; more unprotected sex; more creampie; play with cum?... I don't know, something along those lines

・✶ ｡ﾟ

I’m gonna fuck love the Hell out of you I Freddie Andersen 🖋️⚡️

It had been too long.

Far too long since you'd felt the touch of your boyfriend, and since you'd touched him.

But it wasn't his fault, not in the slightest.

For months, Frederik Andersen had been wrestling with his health, and as his girlfriend, you'd supported him to the best of your abilities. Whatever he needed, you'd been there – both physically and emotionally.

Freddie, usually a calm and reserved man, was slowly being consumed by the struggles that kept him from the hockey rink. Hockey wasn't just a job for him; it was everything he loved. It was intricately woven into his personality, and without it, he felt empty.

It wasn't that you weren't important, or that he didn't cherish having you around. You were his partner, a significant part of his life. However, hockey meant more than just a sport to him; it was his lifeblood.

And you understood his turmoil, or at least you tried to. The emptiness that lingered when he couldn't engage in the sport he loved reflected in his eyes, and you couldn't help but ache for him. You'd been by his side through the physical struggles, the emotional toll, and the silent battles he fought within himself.

Now, as the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, you found yourself yearning for the return of normality. Yearning for the days when the touch of his hands wasn't overshadowed by the weight of his health concerns. It was time – time for the healing to progress, for the quiet moments to be filled with shared laughter and stolen kisses, and for Freddie to reclaim the joy that hockey once brought to his life.

It was as if his eyes lit up with an intense brightness the moment the doctor gave him the all-clear on his health issue, though the reminder lingered that he'd have to take it slow and wait before fully returning to hockey.

Yet, the two of you felt like you could conquer the world.

With Freddie's smile finally gracing his lips again, you decided to make a proper night out of it, complete with a romantic dinner – not the health-conscious meals he'd been stuck with for the past few months. No tonight, you both cooked his favourite dish together.

And as you indulged in the deliciousness, laughter echoed through the room of your shared apartment. Freddie was back to cracking jokes, even discussing hockey, which had been a topic he'd avoided as it only brought him sadness, knowing he couldn't play. Oh, his sweet laughter.

The beautiful sound you'd missed so much. But what you craved even more was the feeling of his hands on you. The way his large palms would roam your body, making you feel small and at ease as he gently caressed and massaged you.

Freddie had a way of making you feel incredible.

It was one of the things that had captivated you from the beginning. The way he took his time the first time you were intimate, exploring every inch of your curves, ensuring no skin went unnoticed. He had made you feel as light as a feather under his touch, undressing you, kissing you, and eventually using his fingers to prepare you for him.

Freddie was a big man, everyone knew that. His 6′4″ and 238 pounds could easily envelop your small figure, and not to mention his member. Though it wasn’t unrealistically large, it certainly matched the rest on him, and you knew from the first time he’d push it into you, you’d have to adjust to it.

And as soon as you'd become comfortable to his length and girth, he thrust into your warmth, feeling every inch of your tight walls around him as he pounded and pushed you over the edge.

Yes, Freddie had the ability to make you see stars simply by making sweet and passionate love to you.

Yet, it was nothing compared to when he was in one of his moods, particularly after a bad loss or a great win. Freddie could turn 180 degrees, and the sweet, calm, and quiet man would transform into a beast.

Or on those nights when you'd be a tease – whether unintentionally or not – he'd lose control and simply dominate you, asserting that you were his and no one else's.

Because you were indeed like no one he'd ever been with before. Despite your limited knowledge of his home country and background, you showed nothing but interest in him and curiosity.

You had devoted yourself to him and his lifestyle from the very beginning, and he fell so quickly and hard in love with you that he couldn't even believe it himself. No one could have prepared him for how deeply he would come to love you.

Then, when his injury came, rendering him unable to play hockey for an indefinite period, he feared the worst. He was no longer the cheerful man you'd fallen in love with. Nor was he capable of showing you the love and affection you deserved, paying you attention, and sharing intimate moments. No, he felt almost handicapped.

Like Superman without his cape or Batman without his Batmobile.

However, to you, it didn't matter.

Freddie was your boyfriend, the love of your life, irrespective of his physical state or career, and you were committed to being by his side through it all.

Every waking moment, you endeavoured to bring a smile to his face, assuring him that everything would improve, and no matter what, he wouldn't be alone in this. Though the future remained uncertain for both of you, one thing was certain – you would face it together.

And tonight, you could finally celebrate as he neared full recovery and a return to the rink.

Furthermore, it appeared that you weren't the only one eager for the occasion. Freddie's hands roamed over you as you cleared the table, did the dishes, and ensured there was nothing to attend to in the morning.

His lips found your neck at every possible moment, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses mixed with gentle nips from his teeth. And you could sense his cock slowly growing in his trousers, quicker than usual, as you felt your cunt almost at a pulsating rhythm between your legs.

"Freddie," you moaned softly as he stood behind you, his face buried in the crook of your neck while his hands massaged your breasts through your clothes. You had to steady yourself against the kitchen counter as his mouth worked its magic on the sensitive skin.

"I want you… now," Freddie's words were deep and husky, his movements impatient and eager, and you couldn't help but sink into his touch.

"Bedroom, Freddie," you managed to whimper, and in no time, Freddie carried you out of the kitchen, placing you on your back on the bed.

Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, you and Freddie then found yourselves naked, tangled in the sheets of your shared king size bed. The room echoed with the hushed sounds of soft moans and whispered sweet nothings as Freddie kissed your jawline and massaged your breasts.

You felt his eager member teasing your inner thigh, your fingers weaving through his thick ginger hair as he connected his lips with yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You could sense his hunger.

Using a hand to sneak down between your bodies, Freddie gently circled your clit a few times before pushing in two fingers. Yet, as soon as he felt your tight, warm walls around them, impatience and a desperate need to replace it with his cock took over.

It was as if all his usual calm, patient, and focused goalie skills had vanished during his time away from the ice, and tonight he felt needy.

Swiftly withdrawing his digits, he replaced them with his length, slowly easing into your core, feeling every stretch he caused you. Moans escaped your lips as Freddie's large member filled you up, not even fully in before the tip hit your very back. His strong arms on either side of you tensed as he began rocking his hips, letting his shaft stimulate your walls with every thrust, as he found a steady rhythm.

"Yes, Freddie… Mmm, you feel so good," you whimpered as heavy breaths filled the room, mixed with sweat, sweet noises of pleasure, and skin slapping together.

It was intense, eager, and almost rushed as Freddie suddenly increased his speed, feeling his climax building up and his patience challenging him as he became desperate for release. In a way, he seemed to forget all about your needs, something he'd always attended to first, but not tonight.

And as the passion between you escalated, Freddie's eagerness got the best of him. In a moment that could only be described as "goal-scoring speed," he reached the finish line a little sooner than anticipated.

“Shit…”

Feeling the rush take over, he let out a deep, uncontrolled grunt as he spilled his seed into you, painting your walls with his cum. His large body felt heavy on you, almost collapsing from his intense high, and a sheepish grin spread across his face as he avoided eye contact. A disappointed sigh escaped him, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

You, however, couldn't contain a light chuckle. "Freddie, did you just set a record for the fastest goal ever?"

Freddie blushed, a mix of embarrassment and disappointment playing on his features. "Uh, yeah, I guess I got a bit carried away."

You let out another soft chuckle, running your fingers through his hair, as your eyes gazing up at him. "Well, someone's eager tonight. It's cute, really."

But Freddie didn't find it cute at all.

This wasn't the lover he usually was to you. He was your attentive man who always took care of your needs, but tonight he had only cared about himself and given in to desperation.

However, determined to redeem himself, Freddie looked into your eyes with a spark of conviction. "I promise I'll make it up to you, love. Round two is going to be legendary."

"Oh, really?" You raised an eyebrow, feigning scepticism. "I'm counting on you, Andersen."

Both of you took a moment to calm from the recent activity, Freddie resting on his side next to you as he caressed your body. You were incredible to him, and he felt more and more eager to give you what you deserved – the pleasure and rush he had reached himself.

Gently, he found your little pearl of nerves again, slowly circling and stimulating it.

Your lips parted with a small gasp as you locked eyes with him, feeling the pleasure slowly building up in your lower abdomen, your hands finding the sheets on the pillow case behind your head to tuck on.

"Mmm, Freddie… Please, more."

But Freddie took his time, knowing he had to make sure he got fully hard again before giving you what you needed. Instead, he gently let two long fingers slip into your core again, feeling his own cum as he massaged your walls and pumped his digits.

It almost felt naughty.

Playing with his own ejaculation inside your body, Freddie's eyes intently followed your sweet, squirming facial expressions. Your eyes closed as you relaxed under his touch, and he slowly felt his member fill with blood again.

With renewed enthusiasm, Freddie set out to prove that his skills extended beyond the hockey rink. The room filled again with a mixture of sweat, passion, and the sweet sounds of your moans as he worked tirelessly to ensure your satisfaction. You couldn't help but admire his dedication.

Your orgasm slowly formed, and as Freddie increased the intensity of his finger pumping your heat, curling his fingers at the right angle, he hit your sensitive spot. Your moans became louder, your lungs emptying for air as your breaths felt heavy and incoherent.

"Yes, Freddie… I'm close," you announced, arching your back in anticipation and desperation to reach the climax.

With a few more pumps, amidst the sticky sounds of Freddie’s and your juices, you let out a deep moan and surrendered to the orgasm, letting it course through your body. Your legs trembled as you slowly came out of the rush, your hands' tight grip on the sheets loosened as you again opened your eyes and looked at your man.

"Well, I must say you did pay me back," you flashed him a sweet, lazy smile. However, Freddie wasn't completely satisfied. Sure, he'd made you come. But to him, that wasn't enough. He had to show you that he hadn't lost his touch completely, and you were still in for the rest of the second round.

So, withdrawing his fingers, he flashed you a mischievous smile, and you knew right away that he wasn't done with you.

Instead, he rose from his resting position, knelt between your legs before swiftly turning you over onto your hands and knees, your ass completely exposed to him. This was probably one of Freddie’s favourite positions as it provided him great access, and he could control his force as he liked. And most importantly, you loved it too.

Though it wasn’t particularly romantic, it always felt amazing when Freddie could fill you up completely and pound into you.

And as he once again let himself slip past your folds, stretching your sleek entrance for the second time tonight, moans slipped off your lips. His hips rocked against your ass, allowing him to hit your very end with his throbbing cock, and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Freddie felt so good, and he had your mind clouding with every thrust. A smile formed on your lips as you tilted your head back, your hair almost like an invitation for him to grab, as you let Freddie pound into you with eager motions.

Wrapping his large hand underneath, he took hold of your locks and gently pulled them while his other hand rested on your hip, holding it in place as he increased his speed.

If you could see yourself from a different angle, it probably looked like a poorly homemade porno film; with Freddie fucking you in doggy style and you uncontrollably moaning his name.

You felt your second orgasm approach. And as Freddie could feel how your walls clenched around him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back either.

"Yes, baby… come for me," he managed to speak darkly in between deep moans.

And it took nothing more for you to let yourself go again, and the rush took over, blurring your mind as your juices covered his shaft. Your muscles tightened as you arched your back, and Freddie’s name rang from your mouth, which had him feeling his own second release upon peaking.

With a few more forceful pounds, his grip on your hair holding on, he let himself bottom out in you again, deep husky noises coming from deep down as he came.

“Fuck…” Freddie breathed out, letting go of his grip as he stayed in the position to make sure he let every single drop into you, before gently pulling out and watching his cum drip from your core, slowly gliding down your inner thigh.

It was incredibly hot. So much of his white liquids were still in you, and as you dropped your head, trying to regain control of your breath, he observed your beautiful cunt for a few more seconds.

Almost a minute went by before either of you moved from the position and retreated to rest on the messy bed.

As it turned out, in the end, Freddie's determination paid off, and you shared a laugh as you cuddled in the afterglow.

"See," he teased, "I told you round two would be better."

"Well, you definitely made an incredible comeback," you grinned, tracing circles on his chest.

"Good," Freddie laughed, pulling you closer. "It’s important to me that I make you feel good too, baby – I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to touch you for so long."

Your eyes were intensely locked onto your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Freddie... I've had my vibrator," you teased with a chuckle, prompting a bewildered expression and laughter from Freddie.

"Hey! It's not funny…" but he knew you were just teasing. Despite how effective a toy could be in bringing you to climax, it was nothing compared to the pleasure Freddie provided – his embrace, his lips, his warmth, and his cock.

He made you feel incredible, and nothing could ever replace that.

"By the way, I thought the doctor told you to go easy with activities?" You raised an eyebrow, earning a light chuckle from the tall redhead beneath you.

"Well, he didn't say anything about these kinds of activities…"

"Baby, I think I meant all sorts of activities," you chuckled lightly.

"Hmm, then I guess it's good that this was me going easy…”

#18+ smut #my asks #freddie andersen smut #nhl fanfiction #nhl smut #frederik andersen imagine #freddie andersen imagine #carolina hurricanes imagine

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doodlegirl1998 · 1 year ago

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I don't get the hate all might recieves from this fickle fandom while Aizawa gets praised over the moon.

Yes All might have told izuku to give up first but I don't see anything wrong now or even when I first watched season 1. The man has more experience and has already seen his fair share of cruelty over the years. He knows the difficulty of being a Hero with a quirk and even with all of that power, It took him losing his stomach to beat AFO. All might was being realistic here. He didn't want to be reckless & give false hope or encouragement here. Also he didn't laugh or outright tell him to quit. He told izuku who had no power to try other ways to become a Hero which was being a policeman.

2nd what did izuku do before meeting all might?. Absolutely nothing. On top of being quirkless He didn't have a strong physique to back it up. Sure he wrote analysis on quirks, heroes and villains but that's not gonna help in the longer run. All Might wouldn't know what Izuku would've gone through in life till this point. He doesn't know izuku was suicide baited. I'm not bashing Izuku but trying to see this from AM's side as well. Maybe he could've seen Izuku's behaviour to determine that the kid was abused but then again the man was also in a hurry and probably wasn't in the right frame of mind after displaying his long kept secret to a middle school kid.

Still All Might fckin apologized for his earlier comments and approved Izuku. He helped izuku get in shape, and gave his quirk. Encouraged him time and time again positively.

Wtf did Aizawa do? Ridiculed Midoriya infront of everyone. Never apologized. Never once supported him and always put izuku's abuser on a pedestal. Heck izuku should've been in top 10 in the apprehension test. He had better physical stats than Denki, Jiro, uraraka ( yeah she wasn't OP with her quirk during that time and had a lot of stamina issues), Koji, Mineta, Toru, Ashido to name some. Are we sure Aizawa didn't rig the exam?. Narrative protected that POS. Never once encouraged Izuku, never helped him when he was struggling with his quirk. Never even bothered to train his students in quirkless combat but went out of his way to tutor Shinso. His only good points are being a good hero and a good gaurdian for Eri but that ain't enough for getting this much praise. He knew Iida was going after Stain but didn't do anything.

All Might has flaws being a teacher but he at least tries his best to help Izuku with his problems and always been there for him. He encouraged his students every time. Trains them and has always been there for them unlike a certain someone.

All of All Might's good points outweigh Aizawa's by a higher margin.

End of my rant, i just see this as too unfair how fanfics bash All might for no fuckin reason while it coddles Aizawa. Especially the Dekuverse fics. Heck Hori himself treats All Might like shit in canon. The Izuku solo arc is a good proof.

All Might deserved better both in Canon and in Fanon.

Hi @bakutrash 👋,

I get it in the sense that the fandom follows suit of what the story itself is doing - AM gets critiqued more than Aizawa by the narrative (since Aizawa is Hori's favoured mouthpiece) and the fandom follows suit.

Dadzawa as a trope is also largely wish fulfilment. The wish to see 1A as a family and the wish to see Aizawa as the 'stern mentor/ father figure with a heart of gold' archetype. When Aizawa is not this - especially not to Izuku.

If anything All Might is Izuku's key mentor / father figure in the story. He made his mistakes in regard to Izuku but made up for them and apologised. AM also does his best to learn how to be a teacher and be supportive to Izuku and take care of him. Aizawa never does and Hori parades all of his actions as logical so the fandom (at large) doesn't critique him for them.

All Might is traumatised but Hori rarely focuses on it (unlike Aizawa's trauma), so it gives him less sympathy and exploration from it by the fans.

All Might fought a battle only his power in OFA could win. It was quirkless Izuku acting to save Bakugou that made All Might aware that Izuku had potential and that he shouldn't have been so hasty to judge him. All Might also didn't know Izuku took to analysis and suggested alternatives to heroics he felt more suited to a quirkless person.

Adding to this, All Might also began Quirkless himself so it's unlikely he would actually hold extreme Quirkist views like I've seen in some bashing fics (actually looking at Canon Aizawa displays more quirkest attitudes than All Might*.)

Yet the majority of the fandom focuses on All Might's intial refusal of Izuku's dreams and scapegoat him for Izuku's lack of self worth. - The narrative does this too, disgustingly through Bakugou's mouth, not acknowledging once that Bakugou and poor Teachers to Izuku (like Aizawa) are the cause of it.

Did Aizawa rig the exam? I think (and a lot of others critical of Aizawa) think he did. As you rightly pointed out Izuku should have been higher in the quirk apprehension test than he did (especially since he trained religiously and followed a training plan made by the Number One hero for months!)

Unironically, Aizawa at the beginning of the story seemed to dislike Midoriya, and consistently he has favoured Bakugou over him (more on this point later.)

He also viewed Bakugou's bullying as a "rivalry."

Why is this?

Other than the actual reason - Aizawa is Hori's Mouthpiece and therefore have him be Bkg's biggest simp to try to make us like him - there are two options.

1) Aizawa is either not as observant as he thinks he is (supported by him falling asleep all the time - so obviously by doing this he would miss things.) 2) OR Aizawa is malicious and thinks Midoriya needs to toughen up and deal with his bully like he did.

Neither of these options make Aizawa look particularly good. But 1) has room for growth and 2) does not.

Where is the logic in the Quirk Apprehension test? It favours those quirks that Aizawa claims he dislikes that the entrance exam favours - those flashy and combattive quirks such as the ones that belong to Bakugou, Todoroki and Yaoyorozo.

Additionally, singling out Izuku like that, on the first day would be realistically massively damaging to a student and to the classes morale overall.

Would you be comfortable with a 'third parent' (as these homeroom teachers are meant to be) or a teacher in general who does that to a classmate or to you the second they show they need some help? I wouldn't be...

Where is the logic in favouring Bakugou (who essentially a worse version of Aizawa's bully at U.A - Sensoji) or Shinsou who didn't work for his dream of Heroism and only attempted to skate in on his powerful quirk? These should both be characters that Aizawa (from what we are narratively told about him) dislike. Yet Hori does not allow this to occur as Aizawa is Hori's favoured mouthpiece and Hori wants him to have a mini me in Shinsou.

*- There appears to be a degree of quirkism ironically at play here. Bakugou is favoured because he is confident and has a quirk that is "perfect for heroics".

Whereas Shinsou is favoured because Aizawa sees someone like himself. The other students - Aizawa isn't shown to care all that much (aside from the additional to the story artworks.)

And as for Eri, Aizawa seems to care for her but honestly we don't see her nearly enough to judge whether he's actually a good guardian. There's also the fact of Aizawa seeming to struggle to take care of himself and how he treats his students so realistically, would he be a good guardian to her?

In universe, in spite of all logic, Aizawa has apparently been teaching as 'hardass ExpellZawa' for years without consequence - against himself or UA as an institution .

And Aizawa has never once reflected on the long term damage that all of his trauma response methods would do on all his students - not just the ones he expelled.

Hori never even had Aizawa question himself at any point - because the fact that he's Hori's mouthpiece means Aizawa is never meant to be wrong so he never believes himself to be. That stunts him as a character.

Even the revelation of Kurogiri as KurOboro didn't make him do this.

Aizawa, as he is in canon, is heavily traumatised, too set in his ways and too much of a mouthpiece for Hori. Hori also either doesn't see the point of or the interest in having Aizawa grow from his mistakes and heal from his trauma - which is a shame.

Whereas All Might, as he is in canon, is also heavily traumatised, has been crapped all over by Hori but is shown to do his best in learning and growing from his mistakes - both as a teacher and mentor to Izuku.

Final thoughts:

Sorry I responded with a rant of my own!

Personally, I find Dadzawa fine in a fic, as long as it has DadMight too OR has Aizawa make up for his mistakes to the class and grow as a mentor.

However, as time has gone on and I've got more into MHA, I find it really irritates me to see a fic bash All Might. Especially using Aizawa to do so, when in canon Aizawa has done much worse as a teacher - especially to Izuku and his past classes.

I stand by the opinion that although Canon!Aizawa may care for Class 1A as he currently acts - he should not be a homeroom teacher or have his trauma responses be praised as 'logical teaching.'

#anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugou #Anti Aizawa Shota #mha critical #Aizawa Shota critical #Bnha critical #Aizawa critical #Shinsou Hitoshi critical #Give expellzawa a therapy and recovery arc #He should not be a teacher as he is #But he deserves to heal from his trauma

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foxy-eva · 1 year ago

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Soft & Sweet

Summary: A confession between JJ and Tara leads to a night full of soft and sweet moments

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) drinking alcohol (responsibly), separation mention (Will & JJ), JJ struggles with her sexuality, implied homophobia, coming-out, kissing, fingering, oral

Author's Note: I wrote this for the Pride Writing Challenge hosted by @the-guilty-writer ! Happy Pride! I love women.

Word Count: 2.6k

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Girl's night with the BAU ladies was a very important tradition for JJ. They could all forget about their professional demeanor for at least a couple of hours and show one another a softer side. Moments of light-hearted laughter and gossip seemed so rare in their line of work.

To her surprise, JJ didn't find all of her friends' familiar faces when she entered Tara's living room. Once she learned that Emily and Penelope had to cancel at the last second, her heartbeat got much louder than she'd expected.

"Guess it's just gonna be the two of us tonight," Tara told JJ while pouring her a glass of her favorite white wine.

Little did Tara know how much the prospect of being alone with her both excited and terrified JJ tremendously. As they both sat down on the couch, it became even harder for the blonde woman to relax.

Tara noticed that, too. She brushed it off as some initial awkwardness between friends who had only ever hung out with each other when other people were present. It was the first time the two of them were alone with one another outside of work.

Tara pointed at the glass in JJ's hand and chuckled, "You better take a sip of that, you seem awfully tense tonight."

"Sorry," JJ apologized. "I just have a lot on my mind."

Tara's facial features softened at her friend's words. She knew how hard leaving a marriage could be but she couldn't even begin to imagine how much more difficult that was when children were involved.

"Are the boys with Will tonight?"

JJ nodded, a shy smile visible on her face when she said, "They'll probably play video games all night."

Tara then asked the question her friend usually dreaded, "How are you holding up?"

To her own surprise, JJ didn't need to lie when she answered, "I'm alright."

Those past few months had been complicated and difficult but slowly JJ was settling into her new life without Will as her partner.

"Apparently Will started dating again and I'm actually happy for him."

"What about you?" Tara wanted to know. "An attractive woman like you surely gets asked out a lot."

A rosy shade spread over JJ's cheeks at the compliment. She thought about it for a moment but quickly realized that no man had caught her attention in a while. She struggled to be honest with herself but there was no denying how much she longed for something – someone – else.

Shaking her head, she snickered, "I don't really feel like going out with men right now."

Secretly she hoped that Tara would catch onto how that sentence was worded but she just joined JJ in her laughter and said, "You deserve a little break. Enjoy life as a single woman!"

It wasn't the first time JJ had managed to control herself enough to deceive the best profilers in the country but this time she really hoped that Tara would see right through her. She didn't, though.

There was a lot of gossip shared between the two women as the night went on. JJ managed to lock her feelings away for just a little while longer. However, each time she brought her glass to her lips she couldn't help but think about how much she yearned to feel Tara's skin against them instead.

She was far from being drunk after the first glass of wine was empty but she still felt intoxicated by Tara's presence. JJ wondered how often she'd have to drop her sight to the other woman's lips until she would catch onto it.

After placing her glass on the coffee table JJ realized that just looking at Tara wouldn't be enough anymore. She felt like her heart might burst any moment now if she didn't bring to action what she had been so desperate to do for weeks. In a moment of comfortable silence between the two of them, JJ leaned closer to Tara and whispered her name.

Right before their lips could touch, JJ felt a light pressure against her shoulders. Tara's palms were gentle but firm at the same time, pushing her away and denying her the sweetness JJ longed for.

"JJ–," Tara whispered but was quickly interrupted.

"Sorry!" The blonde woman said as she leaned back again, leaving more distance between them than necessary. "It's just… you look so beautiful and your lips look so soft and…"

Tara reached out her hand to touch JJ's arm in an attempt to soothe her. It didn't work.

"It's okay, don't worry about it," Tara told her. "I really like you, JJ. It's just that I have learned the hard way that it's not a good idea to hook up with straight girls."

JJ's chest felt heavier with each word being spoken. She got up from her place beside Tara to walk a few steps away, her eyes fixated on the floor as she tried to hinder the tears from spilling over her lashes.

"I'm sorry," Tara softly spoke as she walked over to her. "I didn't mean to upset you."

JJ carefully thought about her words, restructuring sentences in her mind to make sure what she was about to say was the right thing. She already felt vulnerable, almost as if Tara was able to take a glance inside her chest to see how JJ's heart was beating just for her.

"I come from a very small town in the middle of nowhere," JJ began, unable to lock eyes with Tara. "Traditions were very important and I still clearly remember how they used to talk about the people in the city. Dating boys was my only option, anything else was just a foreign concept that would definitely never apply to me."

She finally found Tara's eyes, who showed her the softest look she had ever seen. It encouraged JJ to keep going.

"I was still so young when I got together with Will. I never really had a chance to explore this side of me, so I desperately tried to lock away. And even when my friendship with Emily got confusing all those years ago… I still couldn't admit the truth about myself."

She took several deep breaths until a timid smile appeared on her face. She realized how safe she felt in that moment. She knew that Tara was the right person to trust with what she would say next.

"Now that Will and I are separated I finally want to accept and explore… my queer side," she admitted and reached out to find Tara's hand. "And I'm sorry about before but… you're just so beautiful, Tara."

Tara knew that they didn't need to have all the answers tonight when she stepped closer to JJ until hardly any distance could be found between the two of them. Her fingertips made contact with JJ's cheek and she almost got lost in the ocean that were her eyes.

It felt like it was the first time Tara truly saw JJ. There was no more need to hide anything from one another as they stared at each other with open chests and hearts longing to find their counterpart. There was no need for words to be spoken for them to hear each other anyway.

I have wanted this for so long.

I have wanted you for so long.

When Tara leaned down no force in this world could have held back JJ from capturing her lips. She felt the taller woman smile into the kiss, even more so when JJ swung her arms around Tara's neck to keep her in place. The kiss was tender but wild at the same time, both women displayed a hunger for each they had rarely experienced before.

Kissing Tara felt like tasting the first droplets of water after a lifelong drought. It was revitalizing and exhilarating for JJ to feel Tara’s lips move against her own. When Tara deepened the kiss there was no way for JJ to hold back the quiet sigh escaping her throat.

While Tara still cupped JJ's face, the blonde woman's hands became curious, almost greedy. She let her fingertips wander over Tara's sides and hips, firmly gripping the fabric of her clothes in an attempt to hold herself upright when her knees suddenly became so, so weak.

Without ever really breaking contact, they walked over to Tara's bedroom. It was then that JJ's brain caught up with what was happening. She pulled back to find comfort in the warmth of Tara's irises. She had already noticed JJ's hesitation.

"We can slow down," Tara offered.

JJ shook her head. "No, I want this. I'm just a little nervous."

With a smug grin painted over her face, Tara purred, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

There was not a single doubt in JJ's mind that Tara would keep that promise. They took their time to help each other shed each piece of clothing until they stood in front of each other in only their underwear.

Gently, Tara pushed her lover on the bed only to take a moment to let her eyes wander over her body. They lingered on the places that still held evidence of battles of the past and the miracle of bringing life into the world. Instinctively JJ tried to cover one particular scar on her stomach with her hand but Tara didn't allow that.

She sat down beside her on the mattress to carefully remove her hand again. "You don't have to hide from me," Tara whispered.

Tara's gentle fingertips traced the patch of calloused skin for a second before she lay down beside JJ. Their lips made contact once more and forgotten was any cruelness the past held for either of them. At least for tonight everything that mattered was showing each other how sweet and soft life could be.

When JJ felt Tara's lips tracing along her neck, the first moan fell from her mouth. Her skin felt like it was on fire and could only be soothed by Tara's touch. She became eager to feel her against every inch of her body, hurriedly reaching behind her own back to open her bra and remove the fabric.

Tara was in no mood to tease her, too mesmerizing was learning each of JJ's reactions to her touch. Once her breasts were revealed, Tara didn't waste any time to caress them. But licking and nipping on the sensitive skin of her chest quickly wasn't enough for her anymore.

Tara was getting impatient to taste the honeyed wetness JJ had to offer between her thighs. She kissed down her stomach until she reached the seam of her panties. JJ became pliable under her touch and opened her legs to make room for her.

Tara sat up between her legs and once again took a moment to admire the beauty of the woman lying before her. Her pupils almost swallowed the blue of her eyes and the rosy shade on her cheeks seemed to become darker by the second. When Tara's eyes wandered further down JJ's body, she noticed that her arousal had already soaked through the fabric of her panties.

JJ was yearning for her lover's touch, sure that she would combust if Tara waited just a second longer.

"Please…" JJ breathed to bring Tara back from her reverie.

"Sorry," Tara chuckled as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of the lacey fabric. "It's easy to get distracted when you look so pretty for me."

Once the piece of clothing was removed, Tara kissed along JJ's legs before finding her core. She was glistening with desire and looked so ready to be tasted. As she felt Tara's tongue collect the sweet evidence of desire that had gathered between her thighs, JJ's entire body began trembling.

She dared to look down at the woman between her legs and almost lost her mind at the sight of Tara’s face buried against her center. Closing her eyes and leaning back was the safer option for now, JJ decided. Everything was already overwhelming, Tara's touch somehow being too much and not enough at the same time.

"More," JJ whimpered and Tara understood.

She found no resistance from JJ's body when she carefully let two of her fingers enter her. Just a few more moments passed until JJ finally found relief, the sounds of her ecstasy falling from her lips while her body pulsated around Tara's fingers. Tara helped her through her high before finding her place beside JJ once more.

Tara kissed her lover’s cheek, certain that she had never seen JJ looking more beautiful than in that exact moment. That innocent gesture wasn't enough for either of them, their lips quickly finding each other once more.

"You're still wearing too many clothes," JJ snickered as she reached around Tara's back to undo her bra.

The remaining pieces of fabric were soon dropped to the floor, giving JJ unlimited access to Tara’s skin. Without ever breaking their kiss, JJ let her hands wander over Tara's body, eager to explore every curve and dip within reach. The softness she felt under her fingertips was not unlike the warm and fuzzy feeling filling her chest.

When her hand descended further down Tara's body, JJ felt her pulling back from the kiss.

"Do you not want this?" JJ softly asked.

"No, I do want this. I just need you to know that you don't have to."

JJ smiled at Tara's words and breathed, "I know, but I really want to. I have thought about it for weeks."

Tara couldn't help but open her legs for JJ at her words. JJ gladly accepted the offer, her hand finally making contact with Tara's heat. When JJ felt the wetness practically dripping from her core, she couldn't help but moan.

She took her time exploring the silken skin, almost as if she was trying to memorize each of Tara's reactions to her touch. Her folds felt so delicate against JJ's fingertips, a sensation she wouldn't be able to forget anytime soon. When JJ focussed her attention on the little bud, Tara began singing her praise in the form of moans and sighs escaping her throat.

Tara's palm made contact with JJ's hand, leading it towards her entrance. Timidly she let one finger glide into her, any hesitation quickly forgotten once she was certain that Tara was ready for their bodies to connect like this. Adding a second finger, JJ moved her hand against Tara's core, focussing on the feeling of being enveloped by her.

Tara felt herself becoming greedy once more, unable to wait to experience JJ in the same way. Her hand made contact with JJ thigh while she purred, "I need to feel you."

JJ adjusted her position to make space for Tara's hand, gasping when she made contact with her still sensitive folds. There was no time to be wasted when Tara let her fingers enter JJ's body. They worked their hands against each other's cores while fervently kissing one another.

Each moan was caught by the other's lips, only ever separating when the need for air got too overwhelming. They felt as if they might melt into each other as they chased their sweet relief. Together they entered a state of pure bliss, Tara falling over the edge just a few moments before JJ fell apart for the second time that evening.

They found their home inside each other's arms with heaving chests and mouths gasping for air. It was as if time stood still as long as they held each other close, the erratic drums inside the other’s chest impossible to ignore. With gentle fingertips JJ drew random shapes on Tara's skin, smiling to herself when they morphed into little hearts.

And for the first time in what felt forever, JJ could finally indulge in the sweetness life had to offer.

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themonotonysyndrome · 9 months ago

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wholesome domestic headcannons w celica, castin, and their baby/babies?🥺👉👈

Sure, Anon! Let's set the scene first: This is gonna be a few months after Celica gave birth and she's recovered enough to leave their share bedroom, and that means she can finally learn how to be a Mummy and parent!

Family headcanons with Castin, Celica and their twin babies, Dain & Deirdre:

The first time that Celica holds their babies didn't count. She was delirious with pain, eyes watery from crying and to weak to do nothing else but carass their babies' cheek with shaky palm. Then she fell unconscious to the sounds of the two crying, the doctors frantic orders, nurses urging Castin to leave the room and her husband's tearfully pleading to not leave him and their children.

So, yeah! As first impression goes, it could've gone better in the Baroness' humble opinion.

Recovery was a hell of a journey. Being in an out from the realm of medically induced coma is... something. Almost dying is something! Castin and Celica was so traumatised from the ordeal that her Intacian husband swore to never get her pregnant again. And honestly? Two children is more than enough for Celica.

So! Two whole seasons went by; Celica did nothing much but eat, sleep and try to stay awake to assure Castin and get to know Dain and Deirdre. Her beautiful babies.

As she gets more stronger and more lucid, Castin helps Celica differentiate their babies and regale their daily shenanigans. He speaks with so much love, so much softness that Celica decided fatherhood really suited Castin.

She admits so to their Dain and Deirdre while Castin is having a quick bath and she felt strong enough to move herself to sit on the armchair beside the cribs. "I'm glad that the two of you are putting your Daddy's through his paces. Goddess knows that he could use it."

While she did read in a book that speaking fulls sentences and no baby talk to infants would help develop their speech skills greatly, she still feel awkward doing so. Hmm. She would need to talk to Castin about this.

When Dain begin to sob, Celica scoops him into her arms and proceed to calm him down before he could disturb his sister. Unlike Castin, she knows no lullaby or appropriate bedtime story. So Dain eventually fall asleep to Celica reciting the timetables, lol.

A few months past until finally, FINALLY, the doctors and Celica's personal poison expert gives her a clean bill of health and that she can resume consuming her poison intake.

(The ugly side eye that Castin throws to poor Jaesa is chilling.)

So of course the first thing that the couple does is taking their babies out to a picnic!

"Sunscreen time! Babe, I don't care how cloudy it's going to get. You and the kids need to protect y'all skin! Here, I'll do Dain and you can do Deirdre. Then we can... do for each other?" Aaaan... cue Castin being all flirty.

"I wasn't about to refute you, husband. There should be no overkill when it comes to Dain and Deirdre. They seem to like this particular spot in the garden; I shall have the builders and landscapers to create a pavilion here."

Err... that's going a bit too far, Celly. I just don't want our skin crackin'. Not a new pavilion for the kiddos!"

"Still, I have the money and means. Why shouldn't I spoil you and our children like the princes and princess you are?"

"Babbbyyy, you're making your man blush! But no, seriously, why sort of standards are we setting if we give the kids everything they want straight out of your womb?"

"That the world is for our children, of course."

"Please, please - can we not be Karens and Kyles? No one likes those kind of parents, babe! Besides, we don't want Dain and Deirdre to be insufferable brats, right? My Ma would twist our ears otherwise!"

"...You make a good point, Castin."

Overall though? Learning how to become parents became a fun and trying adventure for Castin and Celica.

While Celica struggles to find that middle ground between a mother and a Baroness, Castin needs to figure out how to tone down his protective nature.

Because when a toddling Deirdre tripped and bang her poor head against the coffee table of their bedroom, she and Castin burst into inconsolable tears while Celica demanded for the carpenter to brought to the manor for interrogation. Fortunately for the carpenter, Rhett and Queen Isolde intervene before the entire household dissolve into anarchy. Meanwhile, all Dain did was farted on Rhett, lol.

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green5quirrel · 8 months ago

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Ugh. I'm bored.

I'm just gonna write some shit.

It's like "Morning Pages" except circa late 90's early 2000's Livejournal/OpenDiary style. So bear with me.

I've just updated my Bullet Journal. Even typing that makes me cringe. What would 20-something year old me think of a bullet journal? What would 20-something year old I don't fit in any boxes so don't try to put me in one think of writing on grid paper? I mean...it's ALL boxes, isn't it?

But this is my life, now. I write in Bullet Journals. I wear cardigans. I claw my way through the Artist's Way carefully excising the presence of religion. I don't have boobs (or nipples). Let's just say a lot of things have changed in the past two decades.

I go to this amazing little queer coffee house. I use the word "queer" unironically and also use it for myself. I go to this amazing little queer coffee house with its fairies dangling from fishing wire on the ceiling (like, doll fairies not the slur). These plastic folks are mostly Barbie dolls made to look like fairies and sway in the breeze of people walking by amid the lines of faux Edison bulb string lights and pride flag garland.

I go there every Wednesday. I meet up with a bunch of folks (folx? I dunno the current accepted spelling these days) and we do an iteration of Stitch and Bitch. Today I worked on my fanfiction.

After I left the café I went to an Ace Hardware store. I went there because I am an adult and uncool and also because I am working to get into clock repair as a hobby and had been there last week to pick up some tools that were not clock specific.

I met a 61 year old man called Bill there last week. He excitedly chatted to me about the clocks he'd inherited and sold and those he had kept. He has a mantel clock and wanted me to take a look at it. I declined. And I declined again after he insisted. I've not even cracked open a clock and taken out a movement. There's no way I'm working on a family heirloom.

He'll show me the picture of the clock next week as he wasn't able to get over there to take it on account of it being someone's birthday (his business partner's?). Bill shares his life like a person shares Halloween candy in a big plastic bowl on the first of November.

He likes my name. But he still refers to me as a girl. But he also treats me like he's excited to see me even though we've only met twice.

Bill once got paid a few thousand dollars to do some landscaping for a rich person and a few hundred to put in a tree. So, yeah, I consider those two things like tootsie rolls. The chocolate bars are when he talks about his family and how he supports them and his childhood in a watch shop with his dad while a parade of circus animals passes by.

At any rate, after I talked to Bill I went to an antique's mall nearby and scoured the shelves for anything that would be beneficial to my clock repair goals. I didn't find anything today, but that's okay. I'll go back in a couple of weeks.

I am struggling a little right now. So lemme give you all some quality Halloween candy, if you don't mind.

In 2020 my mom died of liver cancer. I had moved back to my hometown to help her and when she started to decline I decided that as soon as she had passed and I had come to terms with it I would move on and explore my options of where to live next.

In 2020 there weren't any options. There continued to not be options for a while after that. Now, as time has finally started to even out and pass like it's supposed to pass, instead of the slow/fast/manic/depressive pace it went through during the pandemic, I am suddenly left with possibility. And that is scary.

I have a partner in Canada who works in Michigan. So there is a thought to move there. But I'm not sure how my mood will go with the rain and cold. Still, Michigan seems safer than here below the Mason Dixon line.

Currently, in this moment, I am struggling not only with motivation and courage but also with working retail when my brain wants anything but to work in the toxic environment of the needy and the entitled.

I have no energy to be creative and my clock repair hobby is also crawling because of that lack of energy. I don't know how I used to do it. How did I sustain myself while expending so much time and energy on a job like this? It wasn't drugs. I wasn't cool enough for that. It must've been joy to some degree. Youth, certainly. Perhaps hope. Perhaps ignorance/naivety. Whatever it was I definitely don't have it anymore.

Was this meant to be an entry to whine in? No. It wasn't meant to be anything. It wasn't meant to be pithy or amusing or witty or motivational. It was meant to be an entry for boredom and reflect. So there it is. I've done it. I've succeeded.

Now to sacrifice myself to the fatigue that has been insisting on attention for an hour now and draw myself a warm blanket to lie in and drown in my dreams.

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w2soneshots · 9 months ago

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Changed -W2S

words: 1.8k

warnings: mentions of controlling and abusive relationship, friends with benefits.

summary: you organise a fwb relationship to get over your ex’s but it turns into something that you didn’t expect.

Me and Simon have been best friends since we were teenagers. Well we've actually known each other since I can remember. Our parents met during college, and became friends so when we were born we were naturally introduced to each other. I'm a year younger than Simon and we would always fight and argue, we practically hated each other, I'm not actually sure why, we just did. But once we hit high school we realised the other wasn't actually that bad, and gradually became friends.

He was there for me through everything as I was for him. Once he moved away to London to start the "sidemen" we grew apart slightly but then my online career blew up so I also left my family home and moved to London. That was when my ex came into play. When I met him he was the dream boyfriend, he was so kind, but slowly he started to change, so slowly in fact I didn't even realise until it was too late. He would take away my phone so that I couldn't text any "other men" that he thought I was cheating on him with because he was so ridiculously insecure. He cut me off from society and there was a few times he would physically hit me, if I did something he didn't like or just if he had a bad day and needed to blow off some steam.

He also wouldn't let me see Simon, which broke him, he would turn up to my apartment and try to talk to me but I always told him everything was fine. I don't know how I was so stupid, the first time he hit me was when I realised what a monster he was but somehow I still loved him. He broke up with me suddenly and I was left heartbroken. That night I turned up outside Simons apartment that he shared with JJ. When he opened the door and saw the state of me he immediately brought me into a gentle hug. He rocked and shushed me as cried into his chest. I didn't tell anyone about what I went through, except Simon and he promised to tell no one. After that I became good friends with the rest of the group.

Almost 3 months after my ex left me, Harry's ex left him. In an attempt to get over our previous relationships we hooked up. It went on like that for almost 3 months and I felt as if me and Harry were becoming more than just friends with benefits, we would hang out just us two just because we enjoyed each other's company not for sex he'd also spend the night when I was upset and vice versa but suddenly his ex came back into the picture and Harry completely cut everything off with me. I was again left broken and I was seriously struggling, then one day I was picking up some lunch when I bumped into the man I never thought I'd ever see again... Collin (my ex). We began chatting and it seemed as if he'd changed, we exchanged numbers and from there he convinced me we should give it another go and so we did. Simon warned me multiple times but I just told him that Collin had changed.

Today I'm going to a party at Simon and JJ's apartment. I told Collin about it and he seemed apprehensive but I told him that It'd be fine. I got ready into an outfit that Collin deemed appropriate: some low waisted jeans, a gray jumper and my uggs, thankfully it's a casual party. I did my makeup and hair then Collin insisted he'd drop me off. I text Simon that I was outside. I was about to get out of the car when Collin spoke "you not gonna kiss me goodbye?" I turned and put on a smile then quickly pecked him on the lips. "Bye." I said and got out of the car.

Once I was upstairs and outside the apartment, I knocked on the door. JJ opened it a few seconds later. "Hey! come in." he said enthusiastically. Me and JJ walked into the living room, and Simon quickly stood up, then pulled me into a hug "how are you?" he asked. I smiled "I'm alright." I said, but I'm not sure if he believed me. When I sat down, I didn't even look in Harry's direction.

At least an hour into the party, I got a text from Collin: "I'm coming to pick you up now" I furrowed my brows and quickly sent a message back: "what do you mean I only just got here?" "I don't care, I'm coming." he replied. I sighed "I have to go." I said standing up. "What, you only just got here?" Harry said now also standing. I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the door. "y/n!" Simon said loudly, "Don't." I shook my head at him "I'm leaving." Harry quickly walked towards me and grabbed my arm. I flinched and he quickly let go. "Fucking leave me alone." I said so only he could hear. "y/n please. I still care about you." he said quietly. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes "no you don't! you're the reason I got back with him!" I shouted. Then I quickly made my way out of the apartment, leaving them all in shock.

Harry's pov:

I turned to Simon "what does she mean?" I asked. he froze "I-". I stepped towards him "Simon, what does she mean?!" I asked again sternly. He took a deep breath "Collin he's- he hurts her." My eyes widen, suddenly panicking. I quickly made a run for the front door. I raced down the hallway and was quickly followed by Simon, JJ, Ethan and Talia. My hands were pulled into a fist as the lift slowly went down. As soon as it opened, I booked it out of the building. I looked around and quickly spotted y/n. She stood next to a car and who I assumed was Colin was repeatedly punching her in the stomach. My heart stopped and i froze. Everyone quickly caught up to me. It was all a blur, Simon went running towards y/n as did, JJ and Ethan. I just stood there useless.

"get the fuck off her!" Simon shouted. JJ hit Collin the face with such force he went flying into the side of the car. Simon helped y/n up, Talia called 999 all while JJ and Ethan held Collin down. Suddenly my brain snapped back into action and I flung myself forward, repeatedly punching Collin hard in the face. "Harry stop!" Ethan shouted until Simon pulled me away. I struggled trying to get out of his grasp but eventually calmed. Talia took y/n back up into the apartment as us five waited for the police to arrive. Once they did Collin was taken away in a police car and they told us they'd be back in the morning to take police reports of what happened.

Me, Simon, JJ and Ethan all made our way back up to the apartment soon after. When I walked in I immediately went over to y/n. Talia sat next to her gently stroking her back. "are you okay?" I asked her softly. She nodded, but didn't say anything, her face stained with tears. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?!" I asked sternly yet quietly (so y/n couldn't hear us). "It wasn't my place to, I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone, she was... embarrassed." Simon said. I sighed "It's my fault." I looked down at my feet.

After that I decided to call Lacy (my girlfriend) so stepped into the hall. "hey!" she said cheerily down the phone. "I- um- I- I can't do this anymore." I said quietly without greeting her. "What- what do you mean you can't do this?" she said, voice suddenly sharp and angry. "I know you slept with someone else." I said. "What, no I didn't?!" She shouted. "Don't fucking like to me Lacy!" I also raised my voice. She frantically took in a breath "Ok, but I'm really sorry it was an accident!" I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me. "We're done, Goodbye."

I walked back into the living room. "You alright?" Ethan asked. "I just broke up with my girlfriend." I said as I sat down. "What?" He said, shocked. "I found out she cheated then left me to be with him but when he left her she came back running back." I said. "Fuck, I'm sorry bog." I shook my head "don't be... I don't love her anyway, I just thought I did." I said with a content sigh.

That night y/n stayed at Simon's apartment and the next day she made a police report. A week went by and things were starting to get back to normal and had calmed down so I decided to finally text y/n...

y/n's pov:

It's been a week since Collin was arrested and all of my friends found out about what he was doing to me. I thought he changed, I hoped he'd changed but he hadn't and he never will. I had just gotten out of the shower when I got a text from Harry: "hey, how are you?" I smiled at the message. "I'm ok, you?" I replied. "I'm good, I was just wondering if you were free today??". I nodded at my phone subconsciously "yes I am". He replied quick "do you want to come round to mine and talk?". I took a deep breath. "Ok I’ll be there in an hour"

I quickly got myself dressed into a grey sweat set, dried my hair and put on a little bit makeup. Just as I was leaving I shoved my uggs on the made my way through my front door. I arrived outside of Harry's apartment building 10 minutes later. I took a deep breath as I knocked on his door, trying to calm myself down since I was very nervous. He opened the door a few seconds later and a warm, comforting smile spread across his face "come in." We sat on his couch and I began the conversation "it wasn't your fault Harry." I looked up at him "I was just angry at Collin." Something twitched in his face when I mentioned his name. He nodded slowly "I'm just sorry you had to go through that." I fiddled with my fingers "that night you- Behz told me that you broke up with your girlfriend." I said without looking at him. "I did," he took a deep breath "I just realised I love someone else." I look up and into his eyes. He leaned forward so our lips were just millimetres apart "you, I love you y/n." he whispered. A small smile spread across my face "I love you too."

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alphastoworship · 2 months ago

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There it was; it had been subtle and almost unnoticeable in the first kiss, that Adam understood had taken the little boy by surprise, but in that second kiss it was undeniable- Caleb returned the older man's love and passion. Their tongues danced around and against one another, Caleb's soft lips gave way and invited the bigger man to fully dominate his mouth and Adam could feel those familiar hands now clinging to him in a way that signaled the other wanted more, wanted him even closer than before. It was magical and it was dizzying- it was the greatest kiss that Adam had ever experienced and it was with the person he cared most for in this world.

After Adam had told the other to call him 'Daddy' from now on, a name he felt was much more appropriate for their relationship now that he was the other's guardian and also a title that he wanted to spite the memory of the sad excuse for a man who was Caleb's biological father. Part of him wanted Caleb to forget that man ever existed. Caleb had accidentally called him 'Daddy' multiple times over the years the other had always become incredibly flustered and shy when he did and so another part of Adam thought it would be like a special gift from him to Caleb, that the other could now truly call him how he saw him; as the one true father-figure in his life. And lastly, a small, perverted part of him just loved and desired hearing Caleb call him such an ambiguous, secretly taboo and naughty name.

Caleb had tapped him softly on the arm, one of their many silent signals that he'd used with him since he was an even younger, smaller boy - such as the tugging on the hem of his shirt - this one was to signal for the towering behemoth to politely let him down. He set Caleb to his feet, keeping his arms around him and watched with wide eyes as Caleb ... began to strip. "Baby boy ..." he murmured, not moving to stop him in the slightest and caught between his heart racing through the roof and gazing in blissful, wide-eyed disbelief that it was truly happening. When Caleb stood in nothing but his panties, Adam could feel himself getting harder by the second, the material of his own clothes already struggling to keep his massive mast in check.

"Me too, I ..." Adam had started, then Caleb had touched him. Touched him, like he never had before. It wasn't a touch shared between a father and son or a police officer and a kid he was helping or a Scout Master and his troop- it was the kind of touch only shared between a man and woman who desired one another. Adam's throat went dry and before he could respond, his body responded for him and he scooped the other up into his arms, bridal-style and carried him to his bedroom. He laid Caleb across his bed, looming over him, "I- I haven't showered," he said softly, though he was already working open the buttons of his police uniform, "It's been a long day and I'm gonna smell pretty strong ..." he blushed a little. It had been something his ex-wife had berated him for for years and years and years and was one multiple reasons she refused to have a physical, intimate relationship with him. He got his shirt off and then kicked off his boots- knowing that just with his pits and feet out that the other would be able to start smelling him even from the bed. His muscles defied comprehension- naturally with his clothes being quite form fitting, one could assume he was well built, but to truly see his muscles in their full glory was a privilege and a thing of astounding beauty.

Then he began to undo his belt and holster, "Also, baby ..." he blushed more, "I- I gotta tell you something about me before we ... before ..." he slipped his belt off slowly. "I'm big," he blurted out bluntly, "Not just big ... I'm ... really big," he explained poorly, clearly deeply embarrassed about it, even as he pulled down the zipper of his trousers and then pulled both his pants and his jockstrap down and let them pool at his feet, setting the hugest cock anyone had possibly ever seen, free. The monstrous length bobbed in the air, half hard and boasting a length that men in their wildest dreams wouldn't be able to comprehend. But, instead of being able to feel good about being so blessed or even cocky, it was clear that this was another thing his wife had spent a literal decade demeaning him for and using as an excuse not to be intimate with him, "If ... it's too much, if it's going to make you uncomfortable ... we don't have to ... to go all the way ..." he assured the other, moving to stand right at the edge of the bed and looking over Caleb, his cock well within reach of the other, "I love you so much, baby boy ... I don't ... I don't ever wanna hurt you ..."

The pain and grief in Caleb’s eyes could not be denied. The boy had tried to hide and surpress his inner torment for so long, but the agony of his trauma would surface in other ways, particularly in the cuts on the young man’s arms. The boy was prone to self mutilation, either verbally or physically. The actions of his father and brother had taken little Caleb down a very dark path, however, on the other end of that path, Adam was waiting for him.

For as long as he could remember, Adam was always there. Adam was there when Caleb needed protection. Adam was there when Caleb needed guidance. Adam was there when Caleb needed to a mentor, and now, Adam was there when Caleb needed love. For years now, the police officer, retired command sargeant major and scout master has always given the boy the love of a father. However, times have changed. Both Caleb and Adam have changed. Adam has always loved Caleb as a father, but now their love has deepened and grown. The giant is now giving the smaller of the two the love of a man, which is all little Caleb ever wanted.

It was always there. The love between Caleb and Adam has been there since day one. It was familiar at first, innocent and pure, but they’ve both grown and their needs have changed. The love they shared has adapted and changed for their current needs. What the man and the boy shared, it was special, magical and beautiful. Little Caleb was a young man now. He had the face of an angel, and unfortunately, his physical beauty and loving nature have been violated verbally, emotionally and now physically. It was evident that the red head was carrying a heavy burden. The only force strong enough to lift this boy’s emotional load were the words of the only man who really cared about him.

Adam was a good man, and Caleb always knew that. The towering giant proved that with his words. Adam had a way with words, and he knew exactly how to talk to Caleb. He didn’t have to learn, he just did. His words came from his very soul, and as he heard them, little Caleb couldn't help but let the tears run down his youthful face. The boy was carrying so much pain, but those words of assurance gave Caleb the comfort and support he desperately needed. He expected this from Adam, but his words sounded completely different. It was almost as if he were hearing them for the first time. The words sounded much sweeter than they had before, especially the phrase, “ His baby boy.” that subtle, gentle yet undeniable sense of owner ship and dominance took the little redhead by surprise, and deep down, Caleb liked it.

That’s when it happened again. The boy was literally swept off his feet and the giant of a man who was his guardian and protector gave him another kiss. The first kiss was gentle and sweet, but this kiss was affectionate, loving and deep. Caleb could finally say that after years of wondering, his secret feelings were very much mutual. When they shared their first kiss, Caleb was holding back. His fear and trauma kept him from enjoying what was rightfully his. This time, there was no holding back. The young red head allowed himself to explore and feel. He held onto the brute of a man as he showed the blonde just how much he meant to him by giving the older man a kiss of incredible magnitude that was very much long overdue.

This has been in the making for a long time, they both knew it, and now that life has put them both through hell, they needed each other now more than ever. They finally realized itand they were finally ready to give this a try. Being in the giant’s arms, Caleb couldn't help but get a whiff of the musk that lingered on Adam's skin. It was very potent, and the red head could feel his brain being set on fire. He didn’t say it out loud, but that scent made him very…..aroused.

Daddy. The second that word hit the boy’s ears, something in him had been awakened. Something primitive and animalistic. All his life, Caleb wanted to feel love, and as he got older, he realized that the one he wanted love from was standing right in front of him. When the blonde used that particular word, something was triggered in Caleb. He felt like he had been claimed, and the sense of being own made him feelings he could not possibly describe. He could only feel them. With barely any space between them, Caleb stared at Adam with watery brown eyes that were tainted with pain, longing and arousal. The little one began to take off his clothes. First his shirt, then his shoes, then socks, then pants. Caleb stood in front of Adam, emotionally raw, vulnerable and incredibly aroused. All that was left on his body were a pair of form fitting and seductive lace panties in a beautiful hue of pink.

“ All I ever wanted in life was you.” He said in a emotional, loving, and seductive voice. He touched the behemoth with a touch he never used before. It was a sign that their love had changed, and that Caleb wanted to explore it. “ Let me show you how much I love you. Join me. Take off your clothes……..Daddy.”

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deanwritings · 2 years ago

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What We Lost

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could write Dean x Reader, where they are in a relationship but Dean has been pushing her away lately and she is struggling with it ? Thank you.:)

Summary: After a shapeshifter hunt, Dean begins pushing you away, and you can't figure out why.

Trigger Warning/Spoiler in the tags

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: My first request in 5 years! Turned out WAY more emotional than I was expecting.

You drag yourself into the bunker, your heavy duffle barely hanging onto your shoulder as Sam and Dean wander in silently besides you.

The three of you were exhausted after your last hunt. It had been a pair of shapeshifters running amuck in a Minnesotan city. It took you a few days to figure out what monster you were hunting, but after one took the form of you, things became a little more clear. Kinda.

It managed to time it perfectly that when you had split from Sam and Dean, it had slipped in, playing your part perfectly until it had the opportunity to knock the brothers out and take them hostage.

It took you a few hours to figure out what had happened and track the boys down, and when finally you did, it was a pretty bloodied battle between you and your lookalike.

But once your doppelgänger was dead, you untied the brothers from their hanging ropes, their wrists raw and shoulders numb from the hours of dangling, and the three of you carried your beaten and worn bodies back to your motel rooms for a chance to recharge before the 8+ hour drive back to the bunker the next day.

It had been quiet on the drive back to the motel, but you chocked it up to the typical post-hunt silence. But once you got to your room with Dean, you could tell something was off.

He went straight to the bathroom for a shower, no quip from him asking you to join for some relaxation, just his strong back to you as he quietly shut the door.

After his shower, he remained silent, somehow always keeping a distance between the two of you, even in your shared bed. You had asked him if everything was alright, but all you got was a nondescript, "mhmm" in response.

You decided to let it go, your body too exhausted to try and break down the emotional wall that Dean decided to put up. You had hoped that after a good night's sleep, either whatever was bothering Dean would be gone, or he would be ready to open up to you about it.

But neither of those things happened.

In the morning, the silence continued, following you all the way back to Lebanon and now down the hallways of the bunker.

You waited until you and Dean were in the safety of your room, with the door closed, before you decided to take a sledgehammer to that wall of his.

"We gonna talk about what's bothering you?" You ask as you peel off your jacket, wincing at the gash in your arm that probably could use some stitches, but you don't feel like dealing with at the moment.

"Nothing to talk about," Dean murmurs as he moves around you, beginning to unpack his duffle like he did after every hunt, no matter how tired he was.

"Well we both know that's bullshit, Dean" you cross your arms. "You've said about ten words since yesterday." Dean just nods his head, acknowledging your words, but carrying on as his refolds his clean shirts, tucking them away in his drawer, before pulling out his dirty clothes and moving to throw them in the hamper.

You feel the anger rising in your throat, your chest heating up from the unsettling peacefulness of the room. A stark contrast to the rage beginning to grow inside of you.

You take a deep breath through your nostrils.

"You're really going to ignore me? After I saved your asses?" You shout, your sore muscles seizing up with the tension and uncertainty of Dean's avoidance.

Dean sits on the bed and begins to untie his boots.

"Are you mad it took me so long to find you?" You start guessing, looking for any fucking expression on his face, but still finding no answers.

He was starting to scare you. Before you wasn't the man you loved. It was like he himself had been replaced, but instead of a shapeshifter, he was a soulless robot.

"Or because I let the shifter get one up on me?" Your ask is exacerbated, having no idea what to do or what to say.

Dean just glances up at you through his lashes, not even bothering to move his head.

You shake your head, tears starting to pool in your eyes as Dean continues to shut you out.

"You're such an asshole sometimes," you voice is quiet and you hurry out of the room before the tears can hit your bedroom floor.

You hurry through the bunker until you're at the garage, grabbing the keys to one of the many spare cars as your chest tightens and your breathing hitches. You desperately need fresh air, now.

You throw yourself into the car and speed out of the garage as the tires peel out under you from the sudden need to escape.

You don't have anywhere to go, you just need out. You need to breath and you need space.

By the time you return home, the sun has set and stars speckle the Kansas sky. You hadn't gone anywhere, just drove around, taking in new sights and neighborhoods you hadn't seen before. You eventually found a lake where you parked the car and gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles were white as you let out a feral scream, releasing every emotion that was wound up inside you. You screamed until your throat hurt and your fingers cramped around the leather, finally extinguishing the fire of emotions inside you.

As you walk through the bunker again, you stop in the kitchen for a beer before you continue down the hall until you're in a room you haven't visited in a long time.

You open the door, welcomed by your original room, the bedroom you first called yours before you had moved into Dean's. The bed is still nicely made how you left it, but all of your personal touches were gone, currently keeping company the man who had led you here in the first place.

You didn't want to stay in this empty room void of any life or love. You wanted to be down the hall, relaxing into the broad body of the man you loved while he wrapped you up in his arms, his beating heart lulling you to sleep. But that wasn't going to happen, not tonight at least. You were too hurt to face him, and you were too proud to stand in front of a man and beg for his attention or affection. So tonight, for the first time in a very long time, you were sleeping alone.

You curl yourself under the covers and hug yourself tight, despite your muscles screaming for you to relax. You let the emotional exhaustion take over and you dream of a better tomorrow.

The next morning, you wander into the kitchen in yesterday's clothes, grateful for the pot of coffee that's already been brewed.

As you pour yourself a cup, you hear some footsteps shuffle in behind you and you turn around and are disappointed to see the floppy-haired Winchester walk in. You were hoping to catch his brother. Corner him would be a more accurate term. But that would have to wait for now.

"Heya, Sam," you mumble as you bring the mug up to your lips and take the first sip, the warm liquid soothing yesterday's raw throat.

Sam gives you a soft smile as he brushes by you and pours himself his own cup. You wander over to the table and take a seat as Sam stirs in his one sugar and dash of milk.

"Same clothes as yesterday?" Sam quirks an eyebrow as he takes you in. You close your eyes and take a deep whiff of your coffee, letting it settle through you before you open your eyes again.

You swallow. "Yeah, I stayed in my old room last night. Didn't get a chance to change."

Sam frowns, but he doesn't look surprised, which makes you sit up straighter.

"You know what's wrong with Dean, don't you?" You accuse. Sam's mouth gapes open then closes again and you can see him mulling the words over in his head.

"Care to enlighten me, Sam?" You snap. "Because my boyfriend has not said a single word to me in two days. He will barely fucking look at me," you voice rises. You don't mean to take this out on Sam, but if he knew something, you would appreciate it if he could give you a clue as to what was happening.

Sam takes a deep breath, shifting his coffee mug from one hand to the other.

"Look, when the shifter had us, it uh," Sam scratches the back of his neck with his free hand. "It told us some stuff." Sam's eyes look up to you. "About you." He says pointedly.

"What kind of things?" You accuse.

Sam takes yet another deep breath, looking away from you.

"Y/N," his voice is somber, almost broken, as he sets his mug down on the kitchen counter.

Your heart begins to pound in your chest, terrified by Sam's demeanor. First, Dean shut you out completely, something he's never done before, no matter how bad a hunt was, and now, Sam could barely look you in the eye.

Something bad had happened. Something that managed to shake the Winchesters to their core. And that was a hard thing to do.

What the hell could the shifter have told them? You didn't keep a lot of secrets, none that were damning anyways. What the hell could have possibly happened in the few hours it took you to find them.

"Sam," your voice quivers. "You're scaring me." You stand from the table, walking until your in front of your giant friend.

"Please. Just tell me."

You laying across the back seat of Baby, warm tears rolling down your cheeks as you stare up at the familiar roof.

The car smells like Dean. It's the only place you could think to come to be close to him without having to actually face him.

And the irony isn't lost on you.

Your chest begins to heave again as a new wave of sobs escapes your lips, your hands gripping onto you shirt as you rest them over your stomach.

Your fingers tighten around the fabric.

You hadn't known. You don't know if that was a good thing or bad thing.

When your period was late earlier in the year, you chocked it up to stress. It wasn't uncommon in your line of work.

But then you went on that werewolf hunt. Dean had taken some pretty bad hits and you had jumped in in an attempt to save him. Which you did, but in the process you had gotten pretty beat up. Thrown into a few walls, took a few blows to the face. A few kicks to the stomach.

You thought the pain and bleeding the days after was just a result from your injuries. It never crossed your mind you were losing a baby. Your baby. Dean's baby. One you never knew about, and one you never had the chance to protect.

But somehow the shifter knew. When it took on your form, and took over your memories, it was able to read more than just your mind, it also read your body.

And it revealed it to Dean and Sam. It wanted Dean to know what he caused you to lose. Both to lose.

The thing was a sadistic fuck.

Why did it have to tell Dean? Why did it have open a wound you didn't even know you had? Why did it have to make you miss something you never knew existed?

You really wished you had the chance to kill the bastard again. You would have really taken your time, making it as agonizing as you possibly could. Torture it the way it was torturing you and Dean even after it was cold and dead.

Another sob escapes you as you hold yourself tighter, squeezing your eyes as you wish it all away.

You hear the door above your head creak open. You breath is uncontrollable as your cries get lodged in your throat.

"Hey, hey," you hear Dean's voice call out in a whisper. You shut your eyes harder and shake your head.

Please not now. You don't want to look at him. You don't want to see the pain and disappointment on his face. You don't want to look at him and finally understand the coldness of the past two days.

A hand slips under you back and begins to lift you up. You struggle against it, but it's stronger than you, and continues to move you up until you're sitting.

You feel Dean slide in next to you and suddenly he pulls you into this chest, you feel the warmth of his body underneath your cheek, and with his heart next yours, your grief pours out in a flood of uncontrollable tears onto his shirt.

His hands hold you tight, his fingers deep in your skin as his arms lock you to his side.

He refuses to let you go until your cries begin to soften, your breath short and shallow as you feel your heart finally start to steady.

Warm lips dig into your hair, a stubbled chin rubbing against your forehead.

"I didn't know, Dean," your voice is tight in your throat. "I didn't know."

You feel his finger dig into your forearms.

"It's my fault," he whispers, and you hear him swallow hard. "If it wasn't for me," you feel him shake his head above you.

You finally push off his chest, your eyes bloodshot and swollen as you open them for the first time in who knows how long.

You look up at the man you love, your heart shattering all over again as tears stain his green eyes, making them even brighter despite his pain. He's staring ahead, out of the windshield, looking at nothing.

"Please don't say that," you quietly beg. He nods his head and swallows again. You know he's just appeasing you, but that's a battle for another day. For when your hearts weren't broken, for when you could acknowledge what you could of had together without it cutting through you.

For now, he holds you, the two of you leaning on each other as you sit in the only Baby you know, thinking about the one you didn't, waiting for better days ahead.

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princely-creations · 3 years ago

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Genshin Kazuha x Transmale! Reader

Plot; Reader and Kazuha are out on a supply trip in Liyue for the Alcor, and someone misgenders the Reader. Que Kazuha's boyfriend fluff to the rescue

Warnings; Misgendering, slight dysphoria, As someone who's trans myself, I have a good amount of experience with being called the wrong thing, and man it's a pain in my ass lmao.

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Liyue was always especially gorgeous, but when night fell, and all the lanterns lit up and filled the stone roads with glowing brightness, the city truly became magnificent. Having traveled all around with Beidou's crew on the Alcor, you've come to appreciate the scenery many different cities and towns have given you. The City of Freedom, with towering walls and a carefree atmosphere, Liyue, with rocky cliffs and trade merchants from all over Teyvat. Even the harsh airs of Inazuma, where it seems like the entire region is halted in time. Ironically, it was in the cold lands of the electric nations that you've met your -now-boyfriend, Kazuha. It was a tough start at first, both of you were very new to dating and relationships, both of you dealing with inner tribulations of your own. You had come to realize shortly after going to Inazuma that you were transgender, and Kazuha was still struggling to find a way to re-light his late friend's vision.

When you had come out, the entire crew was all very supportive, some of the younger men offering you advice on your stance or how to get your voice to sound deeper, Captain Beidou was generous enough to find you some more masculine clothing as well. All around, it was very well perceived, and according to Kazuha, it didn't deter his romantic feelings for you.

That's how you ended up with him here, strolling through the harbor on a night stroll, looking for a place to sit down and eat. "Do you think Captain Beidou is gonna wonder what's taking us so long?" You asked quietly, enjoying the serene tranquillity that Liyue offered. Kazuha smiled, "I'm sure she can already piece together what's keeping us," chuckling lightly, he pulled you a little closer so that his arm was resting on your lower waist. After walking a bit more around, you both settle on eating at Wanmin Restuarant. "What're you interested in ordering?" You ask, glancing up from your menu as you skimmed over the pages. Kazuha hummed, "perhaps something light, though, if they have anything new I'm almost inclined to have a taste," you let out a small laugh. "Usually you're very specific with your food, what's got you wondering?" The white-haired male merely shrugged, "Captain said I should try to broaden my tastes when we visited Angel's Share last time we arrived at Mondstadt, I figured Liyue would offer the perfect opportunity to do so." You nodded in agreement, "Liyue is known for some excellent delicacies, they're completely different from other regions too." After that, it wasn't long before someone came to take your orders.

You and Kazuha kept talking about recipes and the food you both have tasted on your travels when the waiter had come around with the food. "For you, sir," he said as he placed a plate down in front of Kazuha, "and for the lady," you froze on the spot when those words left the waiter's mouth, stiffly throwing on a smile and a quiet 'thanks.' Kazuha had also picked up immediately and went to correct him, "Thank you, My boyfriend and I will surely enjoy our meals." He had put a lot of emphasis on your title as his boyfriend, and while the waiter was nice enough to utter out a "my mistake, I hope you gentlemen both enjoy your time here," the damage was already done, and Kazuha could already sense the dread that seemingly crawled up your spine out of nowhere.

The walk back to the Alcor was quiet, you couldn't stop thinking about your appearance or how un-masculine you presented. Kazuha could sense your destress from miles away, and while he did his best to offer comforting words and caresses, he knew it did little to actually soothe the tsunami of thoughts in your head.

It was fairly late into the night, and you and Kazuha and gotten ready for bed, sitting with Kazuha's arms wrapped around you as you lay facing I'm, the same detached look on your face from when the waiter had made an error. He felt his heart tug, watching as you struggled to find it in you to forget about the day and close your eyes. "Y/n? My beloved," you turned up at Kazuha's calming tone. "I know you are overwhelmed, but please remember your worth. You are incredibly brave and talented, a wonderful boyfriend, and an amazing partner that I am grateful to have." A blush crept onto your cheeks, you snuggled closer to his chest in an effort to hide it. "You are so handsome, my love. So full of passion, and eyes so full of light you outshine even the brightest star in the galaxy. You may not view yourself as such, but please know I view you as the light that shone in my time of darkness. You are the beautiful man that pulled me to my senses and kept me steady, who encouraged me to do my best even if you weren't feeling the greatest yourself." He smiled down at you, hugging you a little tighter as a hand snuck around the back of your head to massage it. "I hope you know how much I hold you dear, and how proud I am of you for coming this far, I won't ever stray too far from you, beloved. Not while the wind blows and the sun keeps rising, I will always be right by your side whenever you may need me."

By the end of his speech, you had grown a little more drowsy, the calming tone and the gentle touch at the back of your head along with his warmth had done more than enough to calm your nerves and aching heart. "Kazuha.." you spoke quietly, as said man locked eyes with you. "I hope you know how much I love you as well, and how thankful I am to have someone as supportive as you by my side." A yawn broke through the end of your sentence, only making your boyfriend ever the more fond of you. "Of course, my love."

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fischltao · 3 years ago

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

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a-regular-ol-pill · 3 years ago

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"I'll win you over."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; You, Granger | You, Alucard.

SFW

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; I hope you'll enjoy this one! I struggled quite a lot on what to put as a plot so... yeah. <3

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Word Count; N/A

Third Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'They', 'Them', etc..

Prompt;

"I'm not gonna talk to any of you until you make up."

The two boys who were sickly inlove with you were at it again. Arguing over who you deserve and pulling you left and right. Wherever they were, you should be there to stop the previous two friends from ripping each other's head off. It wasn't always like that. It was only after you met them in the aftermath of the attempted Abyss takeover that they changed.

It was almost a year ago since this jealous filled rivalry happened. Ever since the end of the battle with the Abyss.

You were a healer. Like the infamous Estes, who was kidnapped by Alice and was nowhere to be found. But your magic was weaker— because you were the youngest sibling between Estes and Miya. And because of the fact that your sister decided to fight for your people, you; instead decided to help the Princess Silvanna for justice. Miya was upset and worried that you'll get hurt, but she knew it was your destiny to be in the empire.

You reached the empire, just in time to see the devastating loss of the chance of Princess Silvanna getting her brother back. Since then, you joined their team in order to bring back hope. You knew how the princess felt, and got close to her, enough so you could help her cry her emotions out. So, ever since Granger heard your comforting humming to Silvanna— He easily fell deeply inlove with you. Sensing the amount of love and care you can give to someone like him. At least, he hoped you would.

How Alucard fell for you on the other hand, was almost entirely the same thing. He saw how you healed his brother— or father figure; Tigreal. He witnessed how you comforted Harith, the one he swore that he's his younger brother. He even saw how your smile brightened up Harith's tiresome day of rebuilding everything in the empire.

And after they both formed a friendship with you. They both realized the looks both of them were giving to you. They were not happy and planning to share your never-ending love, despite their years of alliance, fighting together, and the trust both of them began to build with each other.

So that's how you got yourself two love needy puppies. If you're allowed to call them that. Though, you're sure if you did. Both of them would be flustered at the nickname for both of them.

"You think they would love you? You literally had a crush on their sibling and now you're switching over to have a crush with them. Did you realize you have no chance of dating Miya, you resorted to her sibling?" Granger spat degrading words at Alucard, earning your attention and making him shut up before Alucard could come back with a cocky comment.

"No fighting! If I hear another argument from the cave, I'm not talking to either of you until you convince me that you're both in good terms!" You exclaimed, an exaggerated sigh escaping from your lips while you traversed inside the cave. Hoping to find the injured man who had requested for help from someone through his niece.

Meanwhile, Alucard and Granger stopped each other from going after you. Letting your words sink in and looking at each other, full of worry. "They're right. We haven't had a nice conversation without bringing up our love for them.." Alucard spoke, speaking out Granger's thoughts and earning a light chuckle from him. "You heard what they said, we should discuss about our love for them first, before fighting."

After that small converse, they went to a nearby lake and talked for a few hours. About how Harith was doing— how they both find Tigreal as their father or brother figure. And then to the main point; Their feelings for you.

It was mutual, the reasons from both parties seemed sincere, and pure. They only wanted your love, in exchange for the same thing. Because of that, they spent another few hours talking about how they'll cherish you, and agreed on one thing— One thing that they'll accept if you choose one of them;

Whoever wins your heart should take care of you, and if they broke the promise, the other would hurt them! Well, at least they mentally agreed on that.

With you, you were worried after the half of the day passed, with neither guys being seen, or heard from. You hoped they didn't severely hurt each other in an argument— or worse.. You just really hoped nothing bad happed to them. Because if there was something that happened. Not only will you fail in keeping two people alive, the empire will be missing two warriors to protect them.

Just then, you saw Silvanna walking back from the entrance, looking relieved and happy while she mindlessly walked along. Wanting to hear a good news about the two's well-being. You called out to her and stopped her in her tracks. "Princess Silvanna! Have you seen the two who've been missing since yesterday?" You called out. Hands falling beside you after you catch up to her.

"Only Silvanna, please." She told you. Flashing you a small smile and continuing; "The two best friends look fine now. They were both shopping for gifts for... someone special." Her tone was a teasing one, her eyes wandering to your flushed face before looking behind you. "Speak of the Empire, they're here for you."

The tone she used had you turning around in a flash, just in time to see Granger hide something in his pocket. He waved at you, noticing Silvanna walking away and furrowing his brows in suspicion. Although, upon seeing your look, he ignored her and stood infront of you.

"I'm so sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean to upset you with the words I said to Alucard." He told you, head looking down in remembrance of his words. You punched his shoulder and gripped the sleeve of his outfit right after. "You should be saying that to Alu, but if you're honest, and you're talking to me.."

Suddenly, your hand was pushed againts his and a foreign object was placed in your palm. You look up, confused until he let go of your hand. Allowing you to see a violin pin inside of a see-through container. Your heart jumped upon seeing the gift. "Yes we have, and we agreed on something, I promise."

Not long after, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your figure. And, as you probably guessed— it was Alucard. "We'll just have to win you over." Alucard smiled, sliding a small replika of his own, small, blade pin next to Granger's small violin pin.

It's just that one problem they need answers to, who will you choose?

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

#mobile legends bang bang #mobilelegendsbangbang #mobile legends x reader #mlbb #x reader #mobile #mobilelegends #mlbb fluff #mobile legends fluff #alucard #alucard mlbb #alucard x reader #mlbb alucard x reader #granger #granger x reader #mlbb granger #mlbb granger x reader

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crappycamille · 4 years ago

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On Stand-By (bakugou x reader)

minors DNI

warnings: 18+, voyeurism/exhibitionism, somnophilia-ish (not really), unprotected sex, masterbation

Bakugou couldn't have been dreading a mission more. Why the hell did his agency have to put him, of all people, on this task. Okay fine- he knew that he was the one most fit for the mission but still. This was a pain in the ass.

The Commission was having trouble with a smaller gang of criminals. The mission was for him to wait on stand-by in a small apartment adjacent to the building where the gang's hideout was. Nothing Bakugou couldn't handle on his own, but still, the Commission had to put you on the job too. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't like you, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He always had a hard time controlling himself whenever you were around.

How the hell was he supposed to control himself when you always strolled into his agency in that skin-tight hero suit of yours? When you would come in and shamelessly flirt with his friends. He would see your fights on the news, but he couldn't even focus because with every kick your ass jiggled in such a delicious way. And when that bubbly butt came strolling into his office it took everything in his power to not take you right on his desk.

His pants tightened at the thought of you fucked dumb underneath him. Imagining what your pretty face would look like contorted into a fucked out expression. He wanted to ruin you. However, Bakugou needed to keep it professional. The Commission would often pair the two of you together since you were one of the few people who could keep up with him in combat and agility. Another reason why Bakugou sought after you. So when he heard he would have to be stuck in an apartment with you all day for two weeks he couldn't help but complain.

To make matters worse, when he showed up at the apartment there was only one bedroom. The couch was way too small for either of you to sleep comfortably. So, the two of you had to sleep in the same bed. His assistant sure got an ear full.

The first couple of days weren't bad. The two of you tried to spend the time as far away from each other as possible within the small studio apartment. Aside from simple greetings, neither of you talked to each other very often. Either one of you getting out of the shared bed as soon as you woke up to wordlessly make breakfast. You knew Bakugou well, so if keeping your distance would keep him in a decent mood for longer... the better for you both.

The instructions were to not leave the apartment by any means. The two of you were just supposed to wait for the call. And all Bakugou could do was hope that it was sooner than later.

Everything seemed to be going fine... that is until Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of your slutty little fingers deep in your cunt. He couldn't believe his ears. Were you really masturbating with him right next to you?

You were almost too quiet to hear... almost.

You weren't making much noise aside from your labored breathing and the occasional whispered mewl. What gave you away was the not-so-quiet sound of your pussy. It was clear that you were drenched. Bakugou had to do everything in his power to not groan out as he imagined how wet you were.

He was painfully erect, but he didn't dare move a muscle in fear that you would figure out he was awake. He relished in the sounds of your cunt, wishing he could see it for himself.

He listened to you finish and quickly scurry over to the bathroom before falling back asleep. All while leaving him with a painful hard-on for the rest of the night. You were making this so difficult for him.

You went on during the day regularly, clearly unaware you had been caught. But each night the same thing happened. Bakugou would wake up to the sound of you. Some nights were quick and others you took your time to tease yourself. All while he would quietly palm himself to gain some relief. All of it was driving him crazy.

But then. Then... he heard it. Clear as day... His name.

"B-Bakugou" the sound came out as a breathy moan. It was a lot less subtle and quiet than you had intended it to be. Too lost in pleasure to realize the blond next to you heard you cry out for him. A sound that shot straight to his cock. A sound that made him feral.

He snapped.

In one swift motion, he pushed himself on top of you. A hand coming to grab the hand you had been teasing yourself with to keep it in place. A way of showing you he knew what you were doing.

Your eyes shot open wide in surprise, fear written all over your face as his predatory vermillion eyes glared down at you.

"B-B-Bakugou! It's not what it looks-"

"It's not what?" His voice deep and rasped. "It's not me catching you knuckles deep in your pussy being a fucking pervert?" Your pussy fluttered at his crude words. Taking your wrist into his large hand he brought your fingers, soaked in your essence, up to his mouth to suck on them. Groaning out at finally being able to taste you.

"It's not me catching you moan my name while you get yourself off while I was 'sleeping' next to you? Hm? Fucking slut. I bet you wanted to be caught."

"N-No I-"

"N-No I-" he mocked, a smirk gracing his face as he watched you squirm with humiliation. "Quit acting like you haven't been doing this all week." Your eyes widened at the realization he had heard you the entire time.

He began to rut against your clothed crotch, needing to alleviate the ache of his cock. Your hips matching his pace. Grinding against him with need. "What's the matter?" he said with a mocking pout. "Didn't think I'd notice?"

But Bakugou did fail to notice. He failed to notice that you felt the same way about him as he did you. He failed to notice when you would come to his agency more often than what was needed, just to see him. That you went out of your way to impress him on missions. That you would go out of your way to look good for him. That you would often stare for far longer than you were supposed to.

Being in such close quarters with him caused so much tension to well-up in you. You knew it was wrong. You hadn't intended to get caught, you just needed a way to relieve yourself. But in all honesty the thrill of getting off right next to the man you yearn for added to the pleasure. And being in the same bed as the handsome blond with his broad, sculpted back facing you made your lewd imagination run wild.

Your mind was brought back to the present as you felt your shorts being pulled down your legs. Before you could even react, Bakugou's strong hands pried your knees apart to reveal your sopping cunt to his hungry eyes.

He had waited so long for this.

"Bakugou wait-" He cut you off with a sharp slap to your inner thigh.

"It's Katsuki to you. Wanna hear you say my name. Got it." He said as he pressed a lasting kiss to your clit. The act was so gentle it seemed almost uncharacteristic. You couldn't help but nod senselessly, not entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Before you knew it, the "gentle Katsuki" was gone. Two fingers slid into your slick entrance and began to rapidly pump against your velvet walls.

You immediately clamped down around his fingers due to the sudden intrusion. Your hips trying to get away from the surge of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah. Don't run away." A sadistic grin plaster on his face. "Be a good girl and take it."

"Oh fuck!" a strangled moan released from your lips. "It's too much!"

"Too much?" he said with a mocking laugh. "How the hell do you expected to take my cock if you can't take my fingers, hah?" In reality, Bakugou knew he was torturing you. Giving you no time to even think. Confusing you with going between being gentle and rough within a matter of seconds.

He wanted you to suffer, at least a little. After a week of making him suffer. Making him fight against himself for wanting to hold back. But most of all he was just enjoying seeing you squirm. As much as he imagined you in a state of pleasure, you far exceeded his expectations.

Your eyes half-lidded, struggling to keep them open as your eyes roll back. Eyebrows knitted together. Drool spilling at the corner of you of your gaping mouth that's moaning out his name just like he asked more like commanded. Fuck, you were so sexy.

You had already been teasing yourself. Edging yourself closer and closer to an orgasm, so you were already so close. The pressure building was like no other.

"So close! So close! I'm gonna cum, Katsuki." As much as Bakugou wanted to deny you relief, much like you unintentionally did to him, he couldn't bear to hold back any longer. He wanted to see you come fully undone. He brought his face down to lap and suck on your clit. Pushing you further over the edge.

"Do it. Cum all over me." The pressure snapped inside you. Breaking like a dam. You squirted all over. All over his face, his hands, and the bed.

"Holy shit!" He groaned; his hands never stopping. Working you to elongate your climax. Your hips bucking up to meet the thrust of his hands. His own hips bucking against the bed.

He swears he could cream just from the sight of you squirting like that.

Your hands curl into his hair to pull him into a needy kiss. Your slick dribbling down Bakugou's chin. He can feel your clit steadily throbbing from the overstimulation.

"Please Katsuki. I need it." You whine. "Need to feel you."

Bakugou couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't tease you for a second more. He was so hard it hurt.

"I know you do baby. I know. I need it too." He hurriedly releases his cock from the confines of his shorts. Sighing in relief as he rubs himself against your wet folds. Your hands were all over each other. Grabbing and groping at whatever you could. Both of you were so needy.

You've both wanted this for so, so long.

You hiss when you felt the stretch from Bakugou's thick cock. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to pound into you, but he felt as though he was going to cum any second. Your warm, velvety walls already fluttering around him.

"So fucking tight." He said through a groan. "Relax a little, will ya, you're choking me." He said pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Tears prick your eyes as he begins to move. Snapping his hips up to press the tip of his cock to your cervix in a way no one else has.

"Fuck yeah. So good, you're being so good for me." his praises coming out in mumbles as began to get lost in his own pleasure. "Come on, gimme one more. Cum for me like a good little slut."

"Nuh-uh. I can't." You cried out.

"You can and you will." His hand reached around to circle your puffy clit. Throaty grunts leaving Bakugou as your walls fluttered around him. "Shit. That's it, pretty girl. I want you to cum on my cock."

Your nails dug deep into Bakugou, holding on for dear life. "Cum with me Katsuki! Please. Want you to cum inside me!"

Pleasure clouded Bakugou's vision as pushes himself to fuck you through your orgasm, but he's not far after. Hips stuttering before he painted your walls white.

A sigh leaving him when he finally comes back to his senses, slipping out of you with a hiss as the cold air hits him. But holy- if he looked at you for too long he would get hard again. Seeing his cum leak out of you was a like a dream come true.

Maybe being on stand-by wasn't so bad after all.

a/n: thank you for reading. this is my first fic so feedback is welcomed and appreciated

#bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #thanks for reading

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greywake · 2 years ago

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Assignment Prompts #2

Okay, so...the second prompt was "Unexpected Death". A totally different kind of beast from the first one. Pretty predictable, but I've set this scene at Lucille's wake. Gonna put in a cut here so that people don't have to read more than they want to.

Jeff sighed and closed the door to the room his youngest two shared, struggling to hold back his tears.

Gordon, at the age of nine, had a general understanding of what death meant, but little Alan…all the four-year-old could grasp was that mommy had gone away.

He dragged his feet as he returned downstairs to those attending the wake. There was some comfort to the stories being shared of how his beautiful Lucille had touched people's lives. How she had been kind and loving, how she had gone out of her way to help…

He took a breath and went to check on his older boys, all still dressed in their funeral clothes. Scott glanced up as he entered the room and nodded reassurance that they were okay. Well, as okay as they could be.

Returning to the "grown-up's room", Jeff found a glass of whiskey being pushed into his hand by his old friend and colleague Lee. He nodded his thanks but couldn't bring himself to take a sip.

He knew he was running on autopilot but just couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. How the avalanche had taken his boys' mother, his beloved wife. How there hadn't been any equipment available to start digging her out. How maybe she'd still be here if there had been…

He took another breath and ran his hands through his hair. Someone in the room laughed. Amusement tinged by sadness.

He wanted to be angry. How dare anyone find something funny when Lucy was gone! But it had been in response to one of her favourite stories. One that always made her smile.

He managed to excuse himself and head outside without running. He needed air. He needed space.

He needed his Lucy.

"Jeff?" He nearly jumped out of his skin when Lee put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I got you, man."

He found himself pulled into a fierce hug and for a brief moment he wanted to fight free, to not show weakness. But it wasn't weakness. It was missing his other half, his confidant and best friend, his partner, his wife.

"Why?" The question was torn out of him and he crumpled onto Lee's shoulder.

Lee just held him tight and let him sob into his shirt.

"Why didn’t they get there in time? Why didn’t they have the equipment to save her?”

Lee said nothing. They both knew the answer after all.

Money.

It always came down to money. Or the lack thereof. And it being in the control of someone who was willing to do what was necessary to save as many lives as possible.

Money and the will.

Money and…

It was a lightbulb moment. He had money. Tracy Industries had made him more money than he knew what to do with.

Lee pushed him back when he felt Jeff stiffen and studied him closely, “I know that look, Jeff. What crazy idea’ve you come up with now?”

Jeff blinked and smiled slightly, the first that had come to his face in the last twelve days, he would make this idea happen. It would be a love letter to his Lucy and a gift to the world on her behalf. But what would he call it? His darling girl had always teased him that he was a “go big or go home” kinda guy…

Got it.

“International Rescue.” He looked Lee dead in the eye. “I’m starting International Rescue and you’re going to help me.”

#thunderbirds are go #jeff tracy #dealing with grief #creative writing #writing courses #getting better

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twjournals · 4 years ago

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So Wrong It's Right

Sequel: What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, DUB-CON, manipulation, age gap, drinking

PLEASE READ MY WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Any and all negativity will be blocked.

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Your life was far from where you thought you would be. It was sad to say, but you were anything but a role model. Yet May still tolerated you, regardless of Peter. Maybe she used you as an example to show Peter what not to be or maybe she was just too good of a friend to leave you on your own. To say the least, your life was a mess but you could not be more grateful to have a friend like May.

"Peter, go get me a wet rag, please," May spoke quietly. Peter left your side once he helped May get you over to the couch. You were beyond the limits that someone should be drunk.

You were in a fit of hiccups, giggling to yourself as May bent down to take off your heels. You had far too many drinks, that much was clear.

"Maaay, you.." you hiccupped, "are suuuch a good.." you hiccupped again, "friend."

May shook her head with a sigh, taking in the drunken sight of you. She was not sure how you managed to let yourself get this far gone, but every time you would drink, this is how you ended up. Either you had zero limits or you loved to push the limits you did have.

"Pet-" May started to call over her shoulder, but Peter was already hurrying in the room with his hands full.

"I'm here, Aunt May." Peter reminded and she watched as Peter sat the trash can nearby the couch. He then placed the bottle of water on the table with some medicine for the headache he knew would come with your awake in the morning. He kneeled down beside you on the couch, pressing the rag to your forehead.

May only smiled to herself as she pulled the blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and pulled it over your figure. She didn't say anymore. Peter had seen his Aunt May take care of you many nights when you were so shit-faced it was a wonder you could still see faces.

Your head was propped up against a pillow on the couch as Peter wiped your forehead with the cool rag. Your skin was burning up. Peter could not help but wonder how you let yourself get like this. You were quite a few years younger than May, but it amazed him how different the two of you were to be the best of friends.

You were fast asleep in no time, making Peter smile as his eyes gazed over your face. He had always thought you were so beautiful. Too precious to be taken advantage of by the guys you went after. He witnessed many nights when you had told Aunt May about a new guy you had hooked up with. Everyone knew it was nothing more than a one-night stand, but Peter could not help but hate any guys that touched you only for only their benefit.

It was not until you had eventually settled down with a guy you had met from one of your nightstands that you finally stopped ending up on May's couch. You had moved on with your life, still keeping in contact with May every now and then. You were happy. Not just the sex but he was truly seemed like a guy you could see yourself spending forever with.

You had stopped drinking. You had stopped going out to parties. After the first year, you had moved into the city and got an apartment together. Another year later, you guys were engaged and everything seemed to fall into place. After 3 years, the wedding was right around the corner.

Your world moved at a quicker pace now considering all the things you needed to get done before the wedding. In between work and house chores, you were planning for your big day.

As time went by, you were so wrapped up in your own little world you did not notice the slow-burning flame in your partner slowly being put out. While your plans had been coming together, your relationship was falling apart. You had for the most part ignored all the signs and assumed he was having a bad day. It amazed you how many he was having. When you would try to talk to him, it seemed useless since you could never get him to talk about it. In reality, it all brewed into something bigger. It all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been working later hours than usual for extra money. It wasn't cheap, but you had told yourself it was okay to want the things you wanted. After all, this was going to be your first and hopefully wedding. You wanted everything to be perfect. You even tried to get opinions from your fiance to include his vision of it, but he insisted you were better at this sort of thing. You couldn't argue with that.

You wrapped up your work at the office fairly early so you decided to call it a night and surprise your fiance. You felt like everything was on track. One night worry-free was much needed. You had earned it.

You pushed open the front door to your apartment before walking through the living room into the kitchen. You sit your keys on the counter, placing your bag on the stool by the counter. You peered around the apartment for a moment. All the lights were off and it was quiet. Had he already gone to bed? You checked the time.

7:13pm

You were surprised you did not hear his game or at least him yelling at it. You started down the hallway to the bedroom you shared, staring at the closed door. Why was it closed when it was just him? You shook the thought a little too soon. Maybe if you had just thought a little longer, you would have prepared yourself for what was on the other side.

You pushed the door open just a little to see inside when you heard a faint moan from the other side. Your heart stopped. You stood in shock taking in the sight of the man you were in love with hovered over another girl in your bed under your covers. Your face was hot in embarrassment, anger. You were feeling so many things right now you could not think straight. You were hurt.

"Are you serious??" You blurted out, causing them both to jump to try and cover themselves.

"You're sick, Chris." She shoved his chest, pushing him off of her as she quickly got out of the bed. "He told me you guys were no longer together."

She scowled as she hurried to gather her clothes off the floor and pulling them on. If it were even possible, your eyes could have burned holes through the girl. You were in disbelief. Your jaw would have already been on the floor if it wasn't connected to your face.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed as she hurried past you out of your apartment.

You were left to deal with Chris. You starred at him with tears kissing your eyes.

"I-"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. "Don't."

"I can explain." He started to get out of the bed to dress.

"There's nothing to explain, Chris." You stared at him, trying to restrain yourself from coming across the room and punching him in the face for acting like an explanation could even justify his actions.

"She meant nothing to me." He started to walk over to you.

“You told her we weren’t together. How is that nothing?”

“It felt like we weren’t. You were so busy.” He tried to touch your arm but you shoved his hand away.

"Don't you dare think about touching me when you were just touching another woman." You looked at him with dark eyes, struggling to fight back the cry. He wasn't worth your tears. "I want you to get out."

"Get out?! Where am I gonna go?"

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders. "Maybe you could have thought that through."

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair frustrated. "It doesn't have to be like this. Can't we just talk this out?"

"No!" You shouted at him, making his eyes grow wide. You could tell he wasn't telling this as seriously as you. "I don't want to look at you right now." You turn to leave the room, but he grabs your arms to turn you to face him.

"Please. Look, I can- I can stay on the couch tonight. I'll give you your space and when you're ready we can talk about it. I was wrong for that. I fucked up and I'm sorry." You yanked yourself from his hold.

"You can give me space by leaving. Pack yourself a bag and go."

"I love you, Y/n. I never meant to hurt you."

You shook your head as your eyes wandered over the bed to where they once were before meeting his eyes. "You mean you never meant to get caught."

He sighed before hanging his head in defeat and walking by you to gather up some of his things. You didn't move from your spot. Only stared at the mess of a bed. The place you made love to him while he made love to another. You listened to the front door close behind him on his way out before you finally covered your face, letting the tears fall.

For days, weeks, all you could seem to do was feel sorry for yourself. You couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. No matter how many calls you received, you let them ring through to voicemail. Everything you had felt for him was in ruins. You changed for him. You let yourself grow for him and even that wasn't enough. After all the time you spent picking up after him, cooking, cleaning, planning, staying loyal for crying out loud. You didn't know what else he could of you.

You had called off the wedding in the time you stayed closed up in your apartment. Even took some time off of work to handle it all. You took that time to gather every piece of him scattered around the apartment and packed it up. You wanted to end this as painless as possible aside from the pain you were already feeling. You had thrown away the sheets and replaced them, even get a new comforter and it still didn't feel the same anymore to lay in your bed. You stared at your phone beside you as it lit up for what felt like the hundredth time. You finally sighed, lifting the phone. You knew without even looking at the name it was from him.

You canceled the wedding? It doesn't have to be like this. I still love you, Y/n. You were so busy with work and all the planning. You abandon me. Whenever I wanted your attention, you were always too tired to pay any attention to me.

It's like the girl I fell in love with was gone. Some time ago, you couldn’t keep your hands off of me now it’s like I have to beg you to touch me.

You're being selfish.

You can't be THAT mad, Y/n. I’m a man. I have needs. You were busy and she was willing to help. We can fix this. Don’t give up 3 years. Don’t give up on me.

There were loads more, but you could not care to bother reading the rest. You tossed your phone back down on the bed, rubbing your hands over your face. You didn't owe him anything, not even a response. The girl he was talking about was not gone. She was only on hold to plan a wedding by herself and it was more stressful than he knew. You wanted to forget everything that had happened. You wanted to forget you wasted 3 years of your life planning on growing old with this man.

You weren't sure how you had got this far and with that being said, May wasn't either. You had talked May into joining you to a night out at a club. She needed a night to herself and you needed a break from everything. Along with that, if you had stayed inside that house a moment longer, you might have gone insane.

"You're going to be hammered if you keep on like that." May reminded with a laugh, both of you clinging onto the bar and each other for the extra support. You thanked the bartender as he pushed your last round of shot glasses in front of the two of you.

You smiled, passing a glass to May before keeping one for yourself.

"We can only hope." You winked at the bartender who only chuckled before clinking your shot glass with hers and downing your shot.

Your throat was already numb from all the alcohol you had already numbed it with. May wasn't far behind you. You took your final shot, grinning and pulling May along with you to the dancefloor to get lost in the sea of people. You threw your arms around May's, moving your hips as you both danced to the music.

This was the therapy you needed. Sometimes you had longed for nights like this. You had freedom. You had no worries, aside from worrying who you might wake up beside. But you had fallen in love and even though you had grown up, you had not nearly grown out of this lifestyle. It was all too familiar.

"Hey! I'm going to the bathroom! I'll be back!" May moved closer to you, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. You nodded, watching her pushing her way through the crowd of people to get to the ladies' bathroom before easing yourself back into your dancing.

You swayed, grinding your hips with the rest of the crowd. You weren't the slightest bit bothered to be dancing by yourself. You used to lose yourself on the dancefloor for hours days after days years ago.

"I've missed this." You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you, startling you when their hands landed on your hips with your sway. They pulled you back against them, catching you off guard. "I've missed you." He mumbled in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You peaked over your shoulder to make sure your mind was not playing tricks on you. It wasn't. You prayed it was an old one-night stand, but of course, it was the one person you were trying to get away from.

"It doesn't work like that, Chris." You dropped your hands down to his on your hips, trying to push them off your hips but they only hold you tighter. "Get- get off of me." You gritted through your teeth as your eyes glared at him. "Get off!" You raised your voice.

"Now, now, let's not cause a scene. You've had quite a bit to drink haven't you?" He wrapped your arms around your figure, making your blood run cold as his body pressed to yours.

"That's none of your business."

"I'm your fiance. You are my business."

"Ex." You corrected him. His nose flared slightly.

"You really want to go there? You're nothing without me. You're shit-faced in the middle of the club and you can't even accept my help?" He growled and you pushed on his arms.

"I don't need your help."

"You're drunk. You don't know what you need." He spat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your argument. "I think I've got it from here." You looked up to put a face to the voice, your eyes widening slightly.

"And you are?" Chris didn't budge while staring down Peter as if challenging him.

Peter was reaching his hand out for yours. "Her boyfriend." You stared up at Peter in shock at how much he had changed over the years and he smiled reassuringly.

Chris stiffed slightly and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into you. "Is that true?"

You didn't take your eyes off of Peter, taking a hold of his hand and letting him pull you out of Chris's arms. "Yes." Your voice was hushed.

Chris scowled. "Wow. I wish you luck there, man. She's a real catch." He laughed, making you look down. You couldn't believe he was really trying to ruin your night when he had already ruined everything else.

Peter only snaked his arm around your waist, letting his hand settle on your hip while his eyes never left Chris's. "She certainly is." He agreed. He gave your body a warm squeeze, grabbing you closer into his embrace. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

With that, he guided you through the crowd off of the dance floor.

"You okay?" He finally broke the silence once he got you back to the bar, sitting you down on one of the stools.

You nodded, letting your eyes wander up to him as he motioned the bartender over. "I'm just curious as to why you're here right now. Aren't you supposed to be in college?"

He smiled as he pulled out his wallet to pay your tab and you grabbed his hand, shaking your head. "No, no. I can pay for my own."

"What if I insist?"

"You don't have to, honestly. I have money."

You started to reach into your purse for some cash but Peter covered your hand, giving you another reassuring smile.

"You'll have plenty of other times to pay. I'll get it this time." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat, giving him a playful scowl. He only grinned, proceeding to pull some cash from his wallet to give to the bartender.

"You didn't answer my question." You continued as he turned back to you.

"I'm still college. I just sometimes stay with Aunt May on the weekends."

"And you just so happened to be here?"

Peter chuckled, pointing in May's direction as she stumbled over her feet returning back to the two of us. "Aunt May called."

You raised your eyebrow, looking over at May as she stood beside you now. "You called Peter?"

"Someone has to get you back home." She reminded you and you hit her arm slightly, tilting your head.

"May, I could have got a taxi or an uber. You didn't have to call him for me." You scowled at her and she shook her head in a tsking manner.

"No, no, no. I called Peter so I can rest assured you got home safely and not by some random stranger."

You rolled your eyes slightly and Peter butted in with an awkward chuckle. "I really don't mind. I don't consider this anything out of the way. I'd rather it be me than some stranger or someone." He noticed him giving the floor a swift scan around the three of you.

"Fine." You pouted your bottom lip slightly before rising from your seat at the bar. "You guys make me feel irresponsible or something." You grabbed a hold of May's arm and pulling her with you to the exit of the club while Peter followed behind the two of you.

"Are you coming?" You muttered over to May and she shook her head.

"Happy is here." Just as the words left her mouth when you started out the door, you spotted Happy parked in front of the building to pick up May. "Peter isn't too bad of a driver." You stopped in front of Happy's car.

"Oh goody, rest secured." You muttered and she laughed. Your arms looped around May's neck, hugging her tight. "I'm so glad to have you back. Message me when you get home." You told her and Happy a quick goodnight before letting her go.

Peter led you over to his car, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side for you. You settled comfortably in the front seat, leaning your head back against the headrest. You didn't like how it felt as if you couldn't take care of yourself, but you were in no position to complain when Peter Parker had yet again saved the day.

Peter glanced over at you in the passenger seat from time to time as he drove the distance to your apartment. He tried to keep the glances quick to keep you from noticing. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. It had been years since he had actually seen you, but you seemed like the Y/n he still remembered. Not that it was anything bad. He adored you then, and now a bit more.

He had always had the hots for you for as long as you remembered. Of course, you never minded when you ended up staying with him and Aunt May. You were always kind to Peter and he did his best to nurse you back to health to take on the hangover that awaited you the next morning.

He had never forgotten what you said to him one day while you were sick from the night before. You had been clinging onto the toilet and he had taken the opportunity to hold your hair back out of your face to keep from getting anything in it.

You sighed as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. You leaned against the toilet miserably. That was the day you learned to stay away from tequila.

"I hope I meet a guy at least half as amazing as you someday, Peter."

No doubt did the compliment find its way to his cheeks. He blushed a deep shade of red. He tried to restrain himself from making a big deal but it was a big deal to him. Though he knew he didn't stand a chance right now with his age, it meant if he had been of age, he had a chance. He thought about it even when you had stopped coming around so much. He knew this was all a coping method for you. You were hurting then and he could tell by the way you seemed toward the guy back there that there was more to that counter.

He noticed your shiver as you stared out the window. You mentally cursed yourself for wearing something this revealing. You rubbed your arms to try to warm yourself a little. Peter reached behind him in the back seat to retrieve a hoodie of his he always forgot in the car and handing it to you.

"Here." He offered before fumbling with the heat in the car. He smiled at your quiet thank you, putting your arms in the hoodie and pulling it close for warmth with putting it all the way on. He tried to control the big grin threatening to break across his face.

"I'm sorry you had to keep seeing me like this." You looked over at Peter as he kept his eyes on the road. He didn't realize how thankful you were for him in times like this. It was embarrassing how many times this had happened but you were still thankful Peter didn't think any less of you.

"You really don’t have to apologize.” He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the road.

“I really do though. I feel like you’ve taken care of me enough. I’m grown, you know? It should be the other way around.” You giggled and Peter glanced over at you.

“I’m 21.” He reminded you.

“And I’m pushing 30.”

“You’re 28. You’re still young.” He chuckled.

“Almost 29!” You huffed as he pulled into the parking lot to your apartment. “My point is- you know what my point is.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your frustration. Your age didn’t matter to him. He could always settle for his MJ, his best friend, but seeing you tonight relit the flame to his crush for you. There was just something about you.

He parked the car in the parking lot, walking around to your side to open the door for you. You slid your arms out of his hoodie and leaving it in the seat as he helped you out of the car. You could feel the shots hitting you all at once when you stood. You stumbled out in your heels, grabbing onto Peter’s arms for support.

“Easy now.” He held onto your waist as he guided you to your apartment, asking for your keys. He took your keys when you dug them out of your pocket, letting you in your apartment.

You couldn’t help but notice all the little things he did for you. You kicked off your heels at the door, stumbling over your own two feet again as you wandered down the hallway to your bedroom. You could hear Peter in the kitchen getting you a bottle of water from the fridge along with some medicine from the medicine cabinet.

You sat on the bed when you hear his footsteps coming down the hallway toward the bedroom. You looked up at him, pouting your bottom lip out slightly when you saw him with a bottle of water and medicine for the headache to come.

He set them down on your nightstand, noticing your pout. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Peter, you’re seriously too good to me.” You sighed.

“How’s that?” He looked down at you as he towered over you.

You motioned over to the stuff he had placed on your nightstand and frowning. “All of this. You- you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

“You’re right I don’t. But I want to. I would want it done for me if I were ever in your shoes.”

You laughed slightly at the thought of Peter drunk and you smiled to yourself. “I would definitely be there anytime you needed me.”

You thought back to all the time you had ever been drunk, remembering all the time you woke up to water and medicine from him. Only from him. Even a trash can in case you were to ever get sick, but you never got that with Chris. You always took care of him, but no one ever took care of you. You shook your head with a frown. You had tried so hard to hold it together, but it felt like you were slowly falling apart. He wasn't worth your tears, yet he was always the cause of them.

He kneeled down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Talk to me. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Why am I never enough?”

His eyes widened at your words. “You are more than enough and anyone who doesn’t see that, who doesn’t appreciate you and the things you do for them doesn’t deserve you.” He corrected you, his thumb stroked over your jaw as he held your face to keep your attention.

You didn't know what to say. All you could do was stare. Your eyes scanned over his face before stopping at his lips. Don't. Don't you do it. You mentally told yourself. You couldn't control the effect the alcohol had on your mind and your actions. You tried to fight back the urge but the alcohol only pushed down the buriers you had built.

Your lips smashed against his firmly, catching him by surprise. He was frozen about your lips for a first, in shock, this was actually happening but he surely gave in the kiss. Your hands grabbed at the back of his neck and pulling him onto the bed with you without breaking the hungry desperate kiss. His body hovered over yours as your fingers curled against his shirt, gripping on it. You knew it was wrong. It was so wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your smaller hands slid underneath his shirt, brushing your hands over his defined abs. He was sculpted by a God. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't find it in him to stop. He didn't want to miss his chance to prove himself to you. He wanted to take care of you.

Your lips parted for air even though you left like you could hardly catch your breath when his lips started to kiss down your neck. Your hands tugged on his shirt until you started to pull it up and over your head.

His hands pushed your tight dress up the curves of your body, tossing it beside the bed once he peeled it from your body. Your lips still tingled from the loss of his and you whined quietly, your hand grasped the curls at the nape of his neck to bring his lips back to yours.

He kissed your lips passionately and letting your lips mold together. He could taste the alcohol on your tongue but it didn't bother him any. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a teen. Your fingers worked desperately to undo his jeans, feeling his bulge already through his pants before your hands pushed his pants off of his hips along with your boxers.

You were so desperate. You couldn't stop the whine that escaped against his lips. "Peter, please..." His cock twitched at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He dragged your panties down your legs swiftly, placing himself back between them when he spread them open again. He peppered light kisses to your lips as he dragged the tip of precum-coated tip through your folds, not wasting any time to give you what you wanted.

You cried out as you clung to Peter's bareback, feeling his cock stretching you in all the ways you craved. You moaned out, letting him swallow them in a kiss as his hips rolled into yours again and again. He sighed in pleasure against your lips as your walls invited him in. You were even better than he could have imagined.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His lips covered your body in his kisses, admiring every part of your body as it sang for him. This was nothing like what you used to. He pressed small kisses against your bottom lip, nibbling on it as your core ached with a building climax. Your legs wrapped around his hips, causing you to gasp at the deeper strokes.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan drawing from your parted lips. Your fingers held onto Peter's hair as he hit that spot over and over, making your eyes roll slightly. You needed so badly for him to stop, but you couldn't bring the words to the surface.

"Oh my god..." Your core tightened with every deep thrust. His cock touched parts of you no guy had ever. You had never felt a climax so fast or so strong. "Please don't stop..." You couldn't fight the words from coming out. Your grip tightened on his dark hair, feeling yourself falling apart with an orgasm with every thrust.

"You're so pretty when you cum." He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was not far behind you by the way your walls sucked him in, milking him for all he was worth.

"Do it again. I want to make you cum again." He groaned against your chest as his tongue dragged over your hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it teasingly before letting out a groan against your warm skin. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to end. "You feel so good, Y/n..."

His hand reached between the two of you, rolling his fingers over your clit in circles. You gripped onto his wrist at the overpowering feeling. You were soaked to the core. This man made you crumble.

"I-I'm gonna cum.." His voice cracked slightly as your walls clenched around him tight In your second orgasm, pushing him over the edge into his first. His cum filled you full, marking you as he pressed delicate kisses across your neck while praising you in the process. "So beautiful, so perfect."

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, smiling to yourself when Peter laid down on the bed behind you. He wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you back against his chest.

It only took a matter of seconds for sleep to claim you as Peter pulled a blanket over the both of you tiredly. It was only a matter of time before the morning came to rain on your parade. Bringing along the guilt and regret that followed.

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