#and then he struggles through the spring but just when he’s starting to hit his stride at the giro he gets sick

[nicandragon]

As far as Labru arranged marriage concepts go, generally it's always Kabru helping set Laios up to be married, which makes sense and is very fun.

However I'm bored today so. Consider the reverse with me.

Laios takes on a little pet project trying to figure out how to pull strings to get Kabru wed to someone he would be happy with. He starts thinking about it after Kabru complains a bit about how, even though they're working to make their own court function more equally, Kabru still gets looked down upon a lot. Milsiril's name and Laios' approval can only get him so far (especially in non-elf or -tallman circles). And two things Laios DOES know pretty well is 1) Kabru has interest in expanding his personal work beyond just Melini, and 2) family and marriage can facilitate these connections further.

But he Struggles because he tries to collect information (since he's definitely naïve enough to still think that attraction and compatibility are still top priority for a political marriage) directly from Kabru. When asking Kabru about his thoughts on a future spouse, Kabru beats around the bush a lot, or assumes Laios is working on figuring out his Own plans for his betrothal, and starts giving him advice, instead. When Laios asks about families with connections he wishes he could have, naturally the most enviable of positions are taken by corrupt people Kabru has great distaste for.

Eventually Laios asks directly if Kabru would ever be interested in a marriage that is only for political gain. Kabru tells him that such a thing isn't really as bad as it sounds for a king; Laios responds that he isn't asking about himself, he's asking about Kabru.

And the thing is. Kabru wouldn't even know. He'd probably shrug and say, "Well, sure, I've always kind of expected that type of thing to happen." And the thing is, he never really expected to get far enough in life to reach the point of having to consider this, nor did he think, in their current set-up, that his domestic life would ever be used as a bargaining chip.

Laios asks again, then, if it's something that he wants. And Kabru still isn't sure. So he just tells him that, depending on the arrangement, it may interest him; however, in terms of family, he's far more interested in preventing the suffering of children in the world than having any of his own for now, so he wouldn't want that on the table yet.

This answer doesn't really satisfy Laios, so he tables his project for the time being. He wanted to make Kabru excited, not uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Kabru keeps turning the idea of it over and over again in his mind, picking at it like a scab every sleepless night. His feelings for Laios start bleeding out. He's known that they are beyond platonic, deep down, but shoved those aspects down as much as possible; after all, voicing his desire to be friends already felt so terribly selfish. How could he go through that a second time?

And then. Kabru realizes that no, wait, actually—if he can be married, then maybe that'll be enough to kill his feelings. Maybe it'll keep Laios out of his head; at the very least, it'll keep Kabru otherwise occupied in more intimate moments...if not, at least it will lift Laios' spirits.

He keeps picking at the scab, figuring that it'll stop bleeding eventually.

And perhaps he meets an incredible candidate at an event—someone who he genuinely feels like he gets along with well, who has similar intentions, etc., and starts to grow more hopeful. He flirts, he dances, he laughs with all of the momentary lightness that comes with trying to discard all of your illogical emotions like it's a spring cleaning.

And perhaps Laios witnesses some of this interaction, and perhaps Kabru whispers to him some of his hopes. And Laios' own feelings, still unidentified to him, hit him hard. He's suddenly miserable, stuck in this social event in such heavy attire feeling completely and utterly alone.

Maybe he's just sad because he wanted to finally do something for Kabru by setting him up, he thinks. All of the other things he's done for him, like worrying over his physical health, always seem to annoy Kabru more than they do relieve him, even though they do him good. Maybe he just wanted to do something that would bring him sincere joy as thanks.

But Kabru's smile is, for the first time ever, pissing him off instead of warming his chest, so he refills his cup of wine and seeks his friends to distract him instead.

[etapereine]

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[rikiiluvr]

— 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐

☆ nishimura riki x afab!reader

☆ wc: 1.1k

☆ warnings: SMUT(MDNI), cockwarming, teasing, making out, riding.

requested <3

THIS was not what you expected when riki asked you to come over to hangout. you expected cuddling, good food, a movie and maybe some sex. still, things were not as you thought they would be because your loving boyfriend had been playing video games ever since you set foot into his room. “riikiiii are you done yet?” you whined, kicking your feet up in the air, tired of waiting for him “one more round baby” he mumbled, his fingers still working the controller with immense speed, you couldn’t help but think about how he’d split you open with those same fingers. 

your gaze lingered a little longer, watching him trash-talk into his mic which was an oddly hot sight but god his features. your eyes traced his sharp nose, jawline, plump lips and how his adam’s apple bobbed every time he spoke up. you trailed your eyes further down, his tank top which stuck to his lean figure, the blue-light illuminating his biceps, he’d been working out more for sure, and what had you spiraling the most was the sight of the imprint of his cock, prominent through his grey sweats and that was enough of a reason to have you rubbing your thighs together. 

you silently got up and walked up to riki, careful not to trip over the various chords on the floor as you approached his gaming desk. you threw a leg over his hip and settled onto his lap, nuzzling your head into his neck and peppering kisses to his neck, making him chuckle “slow down baby” he said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you against him, thinking it was just an innocent moment but quickly realized it was much more when you rolled your hips against him making him hiss. you looked up at him with glossed over eyes, lips parted “fuck baby… not right now just one more round” you huffed but complied anyway. 

—

that one round become two more and now you’d reached your limit. so you took matters into your own hands. you slid off his lap before bending down infront of him and palming his cock, making riki tense up. he covered his mic with one hand and peered down at you “what do you think youre doing?” “shhh…” you shushed him, palming and squeezing him a few more times, making him throw his head back in pleasure, and just as expected his cock started hardening, pressing against his sweats. 

you grinned before jerking his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles, making his erect cock spring up, hitting his abdomen, earning a quiet groan from him. every single action of yours made riki spiral. he could barely focus on his game, his friends yelling at him for slacking off was nothing but a buzz in his ears. you shimmied out of your shorts and pumped his cock and braced yourself by holding onto his shoulders before slowly sinking down on him,  making riki clench his jaw as his hold on the controller tightened.

you wanted to see how long it would take before he’d crack and give in so instead of moving, you wrapped your hands around his waist and nuzzled into him. riki could barely focus on his game, he felt the way his cock pulsed inside of you, the way you momentarily clenched around him making him twitch. fuck. “mm… keep playing baby” you teased, knowing he’s barely holding himself back.  

riki’s breath comes out ragged as you subtly ground against him at a slow, teasing pace before giggling.”yo, riki, are you good?” one of his friends asked, making riki glare at you while you looked up at him with a smirk. yeah, all good. let's just start the next round.” he shifted his eyes to the screen, his jaw tight with constraint, making you bite back a laugh at his struggle.

riki was distracted, that was obvious, but clearly not stopping and you couldn't wait any longer, your neediness taking up your mind so you did what you had to do. you started moving your hips slowly, letting out a quiet moan at the full feeling. riki jerked slightly, pushing deeper into you, making you bite his shoulder to muffle your moan. his grip on the controller tightened as he tried to focus on the game ahead. throughout the match, riki made a half-hearted attempt to play, his mind was wandering and his restraint slipping by the minute and the moment he lost the match, he yanked his headphones off and tossed his controller aside before running a hand through his hair and letting out a troubled sigh while you watched in amusement, waiting for his next actions. 

riki held onto your hips tightly, thrusting into you, making you both moan loudly. you gripped his shoulders and sped up the pace while riki left hot-wet kisses on your neck, sinking his teeth onto a spot he know would have you spiraling. you whimpered as you slid up and down his cock, wet slick making it easier to glide. you were getting close and riki could tell from the way your movements were getting sloppier and so thrusted up into you, wiping you out of your trance and making you moan loudly “yeah baby… let me hear you” he whispered, holding onto your waist as he thrusted into you at a rhythmic pace and soon enough you fell apart as you came all over his cock, making you moan. riki clenched his teeth as he thrusted into you a couple more times, but a little more rapidly as to chase his high as he shot thick ropes of cum deep into your walls to the point where you could feel him filling you up. 

riki looked down at where the two of you were connected and watched as your cum mixed with his dripped down his cock “fuck…” he groaned. 

the room was filled with the faint hum of the game menu’s music but the only sound that mattered was the quiet, uneven breaths and the slow rise and fall of your chests. you draped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder, shuddering from the aftershock “you really couldn’t wait hm” he teased, tapping his fingers on your waist, you smiled into his shoulder nuzzling further “i thought you might end up getting sucked into the screen at some point. couldn’t have that happening to my boyfriend hm?” you teased making him scoff  “so.. will you let me finish my game now?” “mmm… i don’t know i kinda like having all your attention” you whispered, hugging him tighter. he placed a chaste kiss to your hair “you’ll always have my attention baby” he mumbled, caressing your waist soothingly.

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[dollbrbie]

thinking about boyfriend!nagi who’s completely oblivious to how big his dick is.

he’s just never really thought about it, and it’s not like he’s had a lot of experience with girls for them to tell him it’s big. he’s always just been so blissfully unaware. so, when he started dating you, imagine your surprise when you see this absolute snake spring from his boxers.

“what’s wrong?”, he asked as you looked at him with wide eyes and parted lips.

“why didn’t you tell me your dick is fucking huge?”

he’s completely caught off guard when you say that, the thought never crossing his mind before. nagi’s never really had a girlfriend before you and the only time he’s ever seen sex or intimacy was from porn, where huge dicks are the normal.

but, it definitely gave him an ego boost.

his tip alone stretches you out, nagi feeling the tightness of your hole and groaning to himself as he becomes eager for the whiny moans falling from your lips. he thinks you sound beautiful, and you certainly look it while struggling to take his cock.

he doesn’t know why, but watching you squirm and struggle while still being so eager for him makes his cock twitch.

“you can take it, angel. i’ll make it fit, promise.”, he mutters out, his cheeks a shade of pink as he listens to the lewd noises coming from your parted lips and the way your pussy throbs against his tip as rubs his thumb across your clit.

and like he promises, he makes it fit, pushing himself forward while working his fingers on your clit to loosen you up. nagi gets absolutely lost in the the tight, warm feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock, swallowing him up. he can’t help but whimper out pathetic moans, muttering your name as he thrusts in and out of your needy pussy, desperate for both your climaxes.

“please.. baby, m’ gonna cum soon.” he whines with a heavy chest, feeling his tip throb as your walls suck him in, “cum with me, please?”

with your own pleasure creeping up, your grab onto nagi’s bicep, nodding at his request as you mewl out and throw your head back against the pillow, bucking your hips to meet your boyfriend’s thrusts.

it hits him like a ton of bricks, a choked moan escaping his lips, fucking you both through your orgasms and overstimulating you to a point of tears as he watches the way you cry out and reach to pull him closer.

and while he may have been oblivious before, he can’t help but feel so proud that his cock made you feel like this, smiling at your fucked out face and kissing away the tears of overstimulation.

at this point, he thinks he’s addicted to you and your sweet pussy, already eager to fuck you to the point of tears again.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[nanivinsmoke]

❥KNOCK THAT KITTY CAT OUT!

old!manlogan x f!reader

summary ❥ everything and everyone seems to stress the old man out, what happens when he takes it all out on you? title inspired by sir mix a lot

warnings: dom logan, sub reader, fingering, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, raw sex, breeding kink, claws come out, spanking, etc.

note: round three! enjoy my hunni buns. m.list here. wc: 1.9k

the loud cling of his belt as it hit the floor, echoing throughout the room, making you gulp as you watched the older man saunter over towards you. following his belt, his button up fell to the floor, leaving him in his beater; showing off his salt and pepper chest hair.

“had a long fucking day, doll. a long fucking day. ‘m gonna need you to be a good girl and take it,” he looked at you, stress etched into his brows, letting you know he exactly how this was going to play out. “okay, daddy~” your voice sweet and sultry, making his cock throb in his black slacks.

logan motioned you over to him, watching you crawl your way over on the bed, kneeling right in front of him as you reached out and palmed his bulge. drool started to trickle out of the corner of your mouth, own arousal building as you anticipated what was to come next.

a low growl left his mouth, tangling his hand into your hair, gripping it and tugging your head back; making you stare into his dark irises. “pull it down,” he ordered and you didn’t hesitate to unzip his slacks and pull them down, revealing his fat bulge that sat behind his grey boxers. you moaned softly, tugging them down as well, his fat cock springing free.

his tip was coated in globs of sticky precum, which you happily licked up. he stiffened from your actions. your warm wet tongue teasing his sensitive head, making more of the translucent fluid pool out, before you finally wrapped your mouth around his tip.

the older man sighed, watching as you took him whole, slowly easing him to the back of your mouth; nearing your throat, before you pulled back. felt like you were teasing him, even though you weren’t. he was huge and it usually took a minute for you to relax and get used to his size, but the old man didn’t have any patience for it—he had an unbelievably hard day.

the grip on your hair became tighter as he pushed your head further down on his fat cock, making your cheeks puff up and your pretty little eyes well up with tears. he began to move his hips, pulling himself out of your warm mouth before pushing back in, repeating the process and causing strings of spit to trickle down.

“just like….that, doll. nice and sloppy.” he praised, making your cunt gush. they he was using your mouth like his own personal pocket pussy was so arousing, this was exactly what you needed. you were glad his job stressed him out, so he could fuck you like the slut that laid deep inside of you.

he wiggled his hips into your face, looking down into your eyes as you took him so well. you looked so pretty like this too. eyes big and watering with tears as he stuffed your mouth full of cock, fucking your throat just the way he liked it. the old man was losing himself. in some sadistic way, he got off at the thought of destroying you—using you to fulfill he desires. and you knew it too, that’s why you moved a free hand down to your clothed cunt and began to rub your little bundle of nerves.

the more he fucked your mouth to his liking, the closer he got to his orgasm and soon he was coating your mouth with thick ropes of cum. the growl he let out had you cumming along with him. you struggled to swallow his seed, overtaken by the slight intensity of your orgasm—earning a harsh tug on your hair. “swallow,” he commanded and you did as you were told, earning a ‘good girl’ from him.

logan then told you to get in his favorite position, ass up—face down. your peach shaped ass sat up high in the air, allowing him to see how much slick that started to see through your red laced panties. he sucked his teeth and shook his head, pulling the thin fabric to the side; your drooling cunt glistening just for him.

a sigh escaped your mouth when your walls stretched to make room for his cock. despite him fucking you almost everyday, you remained tight as ever and he loved that. when he was finally inside of you, he gripped your hips and pushed his own forward, practically pressing into your cervix; which made you back up.

“told me you were gonna take it,” he scolded and brought you back onto his dick. you whimpered and clenched the silk sheets beneath you, bracing yourself for what’s to come. yet, nothing could prepare you for his ruthless attack on your cunt.

the way he showed you no mercy as he drilled your cunt, had your mind spinning and your eyes fluttering to the back of your head. it was mind boggling to see this older man have this much stamina, yet everything about it felt so good. his balls meeting your clit, smacking it each time to the lewd squelching of your cunt—which made both of your sexes throb.

logan’s pace quickened and he was pounding into you even harder before, making you bite down into the sheets—walls squeezing him as he moved. you could feel your stomach get tighter, wach time his cock rubbed against your spot; earning a series of muffled moans leaving your lips. you were gonna cum so hard and he knew it too.

a harsh smack met your plump ass, the stinging sensation only aroused you and had you wanting more. “harder! please..~”

he grunted in response and repeated his actions, this time harder than the last; making you yelp out, coming undone on his dick. specks of white blurred your vision as you were overtaken by the intensity of your own orgasm, the sheets drenched from your arousal.

but, he didn’t stop there. still fucking you through the mattress—your mind clouded by the second with nothing but thoughts of his delicious dick. “daddy….—‘s too much, please~” your pleas went on deaf ears because he kept stuffing you with his cock, the fat of your ass echoed loudly throughout the room.

your boyfriend let out a loud grunt, before he painted your gummy walls a shade of white. your third orgasm for the night followed right after, your body shook and trembled; this orgasm just as intense as the last. and when he pulled out of you, the warmth of his seed made you feel all tingly and satisfied, which made you glad that he was finished.

until he wasn’t.

—

you should’ve know he wasn’t going to let up on you, especially after the kind of day he had. logan needed to destress and there was no better way to than have your plushy walls wrap around him as he fucked everything away.

you were currently on your back, with him behind you, his thick digits plunging in and out of your wetness; bringing you closer to your orgasm only for him to remove his fingers each time—edging the hell out of you.

whines left your mouth and your eyes brimmed with tears, you needed to let go badly. you tried grinding against his palm, hoping that he would finally let you cum, only to earn a smack towards your cunt—which made you cry out. you were frustrated and he knew that. he was getting off watching you squirm, trying to ease some of the tension he caused you; only for him to pull away each time.

“baby please! please let me cum. please,” oh that nearly made him cum right in his spot. hearing you sob and your voice cracking while you begged for it, broke him, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

his fingers were drenched with your sappy essence, coating them each time he fingered your aching hole. sweet sultry mewls left your mouth and meshed beautifully with the sounds of your pussy; which made the older man pump his fingers faster. you gripped his wrist and bucked your hips upwards as you released the tension that was thick in your stomach.

streams of clear liquid splashed out from your cunt, hitting his palm and your bed—staining it some more. “that’s it. that’s my pretty girl, make a mess for me.”

he continued to pump his fingers faster inside of you, making you squirt even more. and when he finally pulled away, slurping up the remenants of your juices, before leaning down to finally kiss you. the taste of you against his tongue made your eyes flutter and your gushy cunt throbbed. you were so dizzy from the kiss and when he pulled away it was like you were brought back to reality.

logan moved from his spot and laid on the opposite side of you, his hands behind his head while his dick stood tall; shocking you.

did this man take a fucking viagra or something?

he pulled you on top of him, his unbelievably hard cock laid smack on your lower belly; twitching with desire. you gulped and looked down at him; those hazel eyes unbelievably darkened with lust.

“baby….i don’t—I can’t cum anymore, please.”

“just one more. just need one more from my pretty girl. ‘m gonna do all the work, just need you to take it.”

and he kept his word, jackhammering the hell out of you; your nails digging into his skin from the brute force. he groaned in pain and pleasure, his wounds slowly healing while he continued to fuck you stupid. it seems that he was gonna break your cunt while pulling another orgasm from you.

logan could feel you clenching and unclenching around him and he pushed your back down, connecting your mouth with his. “go ahead and cum for me, doll. need to see you cum for me.” he pulled away and you whined, your vision hazy as your climax took over you. your ass clapping with each powerful thrust as he continued to give you dick.

the tighter you clung to his cock, the quicker his own orgasm came down on him and soon he was losing it. he let out the loudest growl ever, his claws unsheathing and sinking deep into the mattress; while he pumped your cunt full of his cum.

and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out and his claws retracted back into his skin, before you slid off of his sweaty body. your body shook and writhed as you still felt how intense your orgasm was—ropes of his cum starting to pool out of your, until he stopped it with his palm.

“need you to keep it inside. want you all round and plump with my kid inside,” he leaned over and kissed your tear stained cheek—eyes fluttering with sleepiness.

“don’t….don’t go to work tomorrow. can’t take it, ‘m gonna be sore for days.” he chuckled at your remark before pulling the covers over the both of you, cuddling up against your weak body.

it would be a while before you could take him again like this, but it was all worth it.

[gold-onthe-inside]

mr belvedere

summary: a night spent babysitting henry leads to a conversation he's not quite prepared for, and a new way of looking at you. who? spencer reid (s8/9) x blake!reader content warnings: spencer and reader being lovesick over the phone, spencer being a godfather, domestic fluff, marriage talk word count: 1.5k author's note: based on this request. part of spring-fest. hope you guys like it.

Henry’s precocious for a three year old - bright and full of energy and in complete adoration of his godfather. His godfather who makes pancakes for dinner, even if they are a little funnily shaped, who makes sure his bath is extra bubbly and uses funny voices when he makes up stories using his bath toys. Uncle Spencer who plays along with pillow fights and struggles with helping him into his pyjamas, who lets Henry hang from his neck because he finds it funny and not at all dangerous (he knows his Uncle Spencer would never let him fall). Who tucks him into bed and sits beside him to read his favourite bedtime story (and three more, but no more than that), and turns out the lights, leaving a little star nightlight on for him before closing the door.

It’s as he’s cleaning up downstairs (with gloves and cleaning sprays, of course) that your call comes in. It’s become your ritual these past few weeks, telling each other about your days. Really, he just loves hearing your voice, the way it lifts and lilts as you speak, in every form possible. You’re tired more often than not, pulling 8 hour shifts, sometimes back to back, and he can hear the sluggishness in your voice. But there’s a quiet pride when you tell him about your patients, the ones making progress, however small it might be. He’s learned to tell the difference between a good day and a bad day just from the tone of your voice — he’s not a profiler for nothing — and he half-wishes he could be at your place right now, sprawled in bed, listening to you.

“Is that Mama?” comes a tiny sleepy voice from behind him so unexpectedly that Spencer almost dropped the phone from its pinned spot between his shoulder and ear.

“Henry?” he asked, barely catching the phone before it hit the tiled floors.

“I wanna talk to Mama,” Henry whined softly.

“It-It’s not Mama, Henry,” Spencer stammered, trying to figure a way out of this.

“Is it Aunt Penny?”

“N-No,” Spencer replied, haphazardly tugging his gloves off. “Why don’t we get you back in bed, huh?” he asked instead, scooping the 3 year old up.

“Spencer?” Your voice comes through the receiver, confused beyond measure, and Spencer would curse if not for the little blond boy in his arms.

“Yeah, can I call you back in a sec?” Spencer asked, harried as he took Henry back up to his room, phone pressed to his ear again.

“Uh, sure,” comes your confused reply, and he doesn’t have time to explain before he hangs up on you with a quick ‘love you’.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Henry asked, bundled up in Spencer’s arms, and usually, he loves Henry’s questions, loves nurturing the boy’s curiosity, but this is uncharted waters. Especially with a three year old who has a penchant for spilling secrets.

“I-“ Spencer started, then closed his mouth. How to explain this? “Yeah, that was my… my girlfriend,” he managed, putting Henry back in bed to tuck him back in.

“Is she nice?” Henry asks, eyes now wide with interest as he pulled his arms out from under the duvet, looking up at Spencer.

"She's really nice," Spencer murmured fondly, his fingers fiddling with the edge of the duvet.

“Is she pretty?” Henry continued, ever the curious little tot.

Spencer chuckled, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “She’s very pretty,” he told the little boy, his tone fond, despite the nerves.

Henry seemed to consider his next words with a seriousness that seemed way beyond his years. “You gonna marry her one day?”

Spencer's brain stalled, his lips parting in surprise. He wasn't exactly opposed to the idea, but it had only been a few months of the two of you dating. That said, the thought of you in a white dress, his ring on your hand, calling you his wife, being your husband... wasn't unappealing in the slightest. "Maybe," Spencer managed.

“Maybe?” Henry repeated, furrowing his tiny brow in question.

Spencer couldn’t help but laugh a little, smoothing down the unruly curls of the boy’s hair. “We’ve only been together for a little bit, buddy... but yeah, maybe -” one day, he wanted to finish, but couldn’t quite bring himself to say it out loud.

Henry looked up at him with wide eyes, an excited grin spreading across his face. “Can I meet her?” he asked eagerly.

Another loaded question. Spencer wanted to run away and hide somewhere, or call JJ and beg her to come back. Technically, the team knew you, just not as his girlfriend. Alex’s goddaughter. Nothing more. They also knew Spencer had a girlfriend, but the two dots hadn’t been connected. Alex was the only one who knew, and he was sure Derek had come pretty close to figuring out. And that was the other thing, you had never pushed him to tell the team. This thing between the two of you felt so fragile, he didn’t want to jinx it by introducing you as his girlfriend to a group of behavioural analysts, never mind their children.

“I’m not sure, buddy, we’ll see,” Spencer said weakly instead.

“Please?” Henry pleaded, giving Spencer his very best and most effective puppy dog look.

Spencer sighed. No matter how many times he’d told Henry that it wouldn’t work on him, it always did - every. damn. time.

"I'll see what I can do," Spencer tried. "But only if you go back to sleep. It's way past your bedtime."

Henry sighed, sticking out his lower lip in a pout, but eventually relented. “Okay, Uncle Spence.” Spencer tucked him into bed, pulling the covers up to Henry’s chin before turning on the stars nightlight.

“Goodnight, buddy,” he murmured, running a hand through Henry’s messy hair before pressing a gentle kiss to the boy’s forehead. He closed the door behind him for a second time, pulling out his phone to call you back. It only rang twice before you answered.

“Hey,” came your voice, tired - as it usually was, especially if you were working a back to back shift.

“Hey, I’m sorry about that,” he hurriedly said into the phone, walking silently down the hall into the kitchen to continue cleaning up.

"So... is there like... a secret kid I haven't been told about?" you asked, half-teasing.

Spencer nearly dropped the spray bottle of cleaning products he was holding in shock. “Wh- No! No, um - “ he stammered, trying to find a reasonable excuse that wouldn’t just make him sound like a lying ass. “It’s not my kid,” he finally settled for.

"I'm not sure that makes it better?" you asked, brow furrowed, your lips folded, your laptop set aside on your bed and phone pressed to your ear.

Spencer cursed silently to himself, racking his brain for any other plausible explanation that didn’t sound so bad. But he was really grasping at straws here. “Uh, it’s- It’s my godson,” he finally decided on. It’s not that he wanted to keep his ‘relationship’ with you hidden, but he also knew how the team gossip mill could get, especially when it came to the two of you.

"Oh," you breathed out, shifting to your side. He heard you shifting through the phone, and he could just picture you settling into the pillows, probably with your comforter tangled around your body. “Well, that explains it," you murmured, running a hand through your hair. "How old is he?"

“Three,” Spencer replied, a little sigh slipping past his lips.

“Well, that definitely explains the exhaustion,” came your voice, accompanied by the lightest chuckle. “Sounds like he’s worn you out.”

“Actually, his energy levels are pretty consistent with the developmental period he’s in,” Spencer explained, pinning his phone to his ear with his shoulder while he put away cleaning supplies. “Just nowhere near a match to mine.”

“Yeah, little kids are like that,” you said, rubbing at an eye as you talked. “I can’t tell you how many times the really young ones have made me run around after them in the hospital.”

“I bet,” Spencer said with a soft chuckle. “Henry’s a good kid, he just has way too much energy and an uncanny knack of being awake at the most ungodly hours.” He leaned his hip against the counter as he spoke.

"Huh, sounds like you," you murmured, teasing.

Spencer rolled his eyes, though his mouth curled in a smile. “Ha ha,” he replied flatly. “You’re so funny.”

He can feel your tired smile through the phone. "I should get some sleep," your soft voice said.

“You really should,” he replied, and he hates that there’s a small part of him that wants to beg you to stay on the line a little longer, just to hear your voice.

A beat passed before your voice came through again -- "Goodnight, Spence."

“Goodnight,” he murmured softly into the phone. “I love you,” the words slipped out of his mouth easily, something that’s come out of his mouth more and more often these past few months.

"Love you too," you murmured.

He could almost hear the smile in your voice. He held onto his phone for a beat longer, listening to the soft sounds of your breathing, before finally, reluctantly hanging up. He looked back up towards Henry's bedroom, turning over the question in his head. "You gonna marry her one day?" The answer, instinctively, was yes. But between your ex-fiance and his ex-girlfriend who lied about having a fiance, marriage was a topic that still felt too raw. And yet... the answer was still yes.

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[slytherinshua]

WITHOUT WORDS

genre. fluff. maybe a bit suggestive?? warnings. making out. they're so in love it's disgusting(ly cute). half proofread. pairing. sunghoon x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. i don't think i've watched any enhypen content since like spring 2022... but i still wrote this just to feed @hursheys brainrot so she better thank me smh.

Perhaps the only time where you could admire your boyfriend without getting embarrassingly hot in the face was when he was asleep. You weren’t sure how it was possible for someone to be so handsome, but Sunghoon surpassed perfection in many areas, so you had grown to accept it. The first morning light had just started to seep through the window, shining softly over Sunghoon’s face.

And, god, he just looked so pretty. His hair fell over his forehead, eyelids closed, lips slightly parted letting soft breaths out. You were practically hypnotised by him. Usually you weren’t so utterly down bad for him (well, no, you were), but you simply couldn’t take your eyes off of him this morning. 

You silently brushed his hair away from his face, your touch light and gentle so as to not disturb him. The light from the window hit his now exposed forehead and eyebrows, warming up his cool toned skin and taking your breath away. You would never not be in love with him.

Your eyes shifted to his perfect nose, and the little brown mole that dotted the side of his nose bridge. You gave in to the immediate urge to press a gentle kiss to it, despite knowing that the action would probably wake him up. He was bound to wake up sooner or later from the light anyway, and you knew he always liked waking up to your kisses.

Your hand cupped his cheek, a finger softly tracing his jawline and then eyebrow, as if you were memorising his every feature. When you lifted your hand, intent on bringing it back to rest by your side, your wrist was caught midway by Sunghoon’s fingers. Although his eyes were still closed, he guided your hand back to the side of his face, a silent plea for you to continue your gentle touch. 

Instead of opening his eyes, his lip twitched, threatening to lift up into a smile. He tried to suppress it, but he too was struggling with the butterflies that your touch gave him. When it was just you two, he felt like he was floating, heart completely caught in your hold. Just when he thought he was the happiest he ever could be, you proved him wrong.

He gave in, letting the breathless laugh that was fighting to emerge, out, gracing your ears with the sound. When he opened his eyes, he was met with his favourite sight, one that he was sure he would never get tired of. Sunghoon was well aware that he was debilitatingly in love with you, but he faced the feeling with pride. He allowed you to invade his every thought, direct his every decision, and dwell at the very centre of his universe. It was where you belonged. 

There were no words needed between you two. All sentiments were delivered through your eyes, as you both could read each other like it was second nature.

Sunghoon’s ebony eyes sparkled with many messages, the most obvious of which was I love you. After years of dating him, that was one you could never miss. There was rarely a time where you didn’t see it reflected in his irises. It had become a constant for Sunghoon. Loving you was simply a part of his identity. He wasn’t himself without the love that you brought out of him. 

Your fingers danced on his cheek again, committing the feeling of his smooth skin to memory. He had a busy day ahead of him, and you knew you wouldn’t be seeing his face again until the middle of the night, so you took your time, soaking him in for as long as you could. Sunghoon was attentive to this as well, but had something else on his mind regarding how to spend the time he had left with you. He caught your wrist, this time using it to bring you closer to him, your nose almost brushing against his.

“Let me kiss you.” Came his soft request, his voice deep and slightly raspy from sleep. You smiled, meeting his lips immediately. There would never be a time when you would refuse his wish to kiss you. You sighed when he kissed you back, the warmth of his love reaching you from his lips.

You bit his bottom lip gently, making him gasp. His lips parted just enough to allow your tongue past them, the movement causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. His hands slipped to your waist under the covers, circling his thumb over your skin under your pyjama shirt (which just so happened to be one of his old t-shirts). 

Sunghoon knew he would have to break away from you sooner than he wished in order to allow time to get ready for the day. This only urged him to kiss you deeper, drowning in the feeling of you. His tongue circled yours, the dance of lip and tongue feeling as natural as breathing. He knew exactly how you liked to be kissed, years of perfecting his skills ever clearer to you as he pulled you closer.

He wished he could kiss you for eternity. He wished he didn’t have to leave you or the bed. He wished he could call the day off and stay— stay with you for the rest of his life. He was sure he would do that, but not in the way he currently wanted to right now. His work was far too important to miss, as he had several important shoots to attend. He had to cut his losses, no matter how hard it was to leave you for the entire day.

So, he pulled away, although it broke his heart to do it. You let out a quiet whine, knowing that he had to leave soon and dreading it as much as he did. He soothed you with a few quick kisses to your cheek and nose, hand squeezing your hip before he sat up, eyes lingering on your figure under the covers.

He checked the time, panicking slightly when he realized that he may have kissed you for a minute or two longer than he should have. He’d have to cut his shower short. He grabbed the clothes he had picked out the night before and rushed to the bathroom, giving you a quick smile as he closed the door. You heard the shower run for no longer than 3 minutes, and the hurried movements of him brushing his teeth and changing. 

He emerged exactly 6 minutes later, grabbing his bag and blowing you a kiss before he left. You sighed, eyes focused on a random spot on the ceiling. The taste of Sunghoon’s lips lingered on yours, making you smile slightly. You already missed him, and it hadn’t been a minute since he left. You were so down bad for him.

You rolled over to his side of the bed, squishing your face into his pillow (which smelled just like him) and falling back asleep.

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[houseofblve]

𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂), 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

rafe was the most impatient person you knew. when he wanted something, he wanted it right then and there. that's how you ended up in the empty locker room of the country club, rafe pushing you into a stall.

you'd blame it on him, on how he couldn't keep it in his pants, especially when you were wearing that skirt that was short enough to rile him up, but still long enough to be a tease.

he was wasting no time. not today. he sat on the closed lid of the toilet and tugged you onto his lap, groaning as he felt how you were bare underneath.

"no panties? bet you were fuckin' plannin' this, huh?"

your breath hitches at his lust-filled voice. "too hot out for 'em."

he let out a husky laugh and pushed your skirt up more, fingers pressing against your pussy just enough to make you whine pitifully. "wanted me to have easy access, more like."

you couldn't find the words to speak as the bulge in his shorts, that was just begging to be freed, rubbed right against your clit. "mmph- fuck rafe."

"shh, gotta be quiet, baby," he whispered, undoing his shorts and pulling them down along with his underwear, just enough for him to spring out, the cool air causing him to groan. "look what you fuckin' did to me, baby. came here to golf but you're so needy you won't even let me do that."

"can't help it," you struggled to get out, his tip running over the slick of your throbbing pussy.

"quiet. don't wanna get caught, do you?" rafe spoke, kissing your neck, the thought intensifying the heat in his belly.

"rafe, please," you begged. he loved hearing it. loved feeling in control. he wished he could have you like this forever, but he knew you had to hurry. he lifted you just enough to line himself to your opening, deliciously stretching you as you sank down on him, biting your lip to swallow your moan.

"mm, fuck baby," he cursed quietly, hands immediately tightening on your hips as your heat engulfed him. he starts you off slowly, wanting to savor this moment. eventually, he speeds up his pace, unable to resist any longer.

your head tips back as he hits places that nobody else would ever be able to, his grip on your thighs helping to bounce you on his cock, filling you over and over again.

he moans lowly, a bruising grip on your hips as he turns his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath causing your pleasured noises to escape. "be quiet."

"trying," you breathe heavily. you both knew that was a lie.

he pressed his hand roughly over your mouth. "not hard enough. quiet." his voice was now dangerously warning, causing you to clench around him.

you let out a muffled whimper, hands gripping his polo to keep up with his desperate movements. he groaned, moving his hand off your mouth to kiss you, lips immediately dominating yours, tongue pushing into your mouth.

when your sweet sounds got too loud, he pulled away to put his hand back over your mouth. "be fuckin' quiet."

you wanted to call him a hypocrite as he moaned, movements getting sporadic and less controlled. his hand fell away, forehead falling against yours as he panted. "fuck, baby. feel so good wrapped around me like this, not caring if we get caught."

you flutter around him, burying your face in his neck to silence the whimper begging to escape. his hand moved to the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. "shh, i got you, baby." his tone was softer now, movements sloppier.

"fuck, rafe. gonna cum, please."

he buries his face in your hair as he whines. "me too, baby. go ahead. cum around my dick like you've been planning all day."

your head was mush, no arguing left in you, back arching as you let out a cry, making a mess all over him. your pussy squeezing him had him shooting ropes of cum inside you, a matching cry leaving him.

your heavy breaths mingled together as you came down from the high. he definitely planned on making this a new tradition.

a/n: this came to me in a dream. also I did not proof read this so if there are mistakes, act like there isn't. kisses xoxo

[youleftmenochoicebut]

GOLD RUSH — regulus black x reader.

SUMMARY. — your secret relationship with regulus isn’t so secret anymore.

PAIRING. — regulus black x fem!pureblood!reader

WARNINGS. — reader has a 1st year brother; this is shitty;

A/N. — im desperately trying to write something coherent for reggie and it’s not working

“if you stare at that poor girl for a little while longer i’m pretty sure her head’s gonna set on fire.” Barty’s voice is quiet as he leans in closer to your ear, and you tilt up your head at him, quickly hitting his shoulder. you’re standing in front of the potions classroom, and out of your friend group it’s only the two of you - Evan back in his dorm claiming to be sick, Dorcas not every making any excuses as to why she didn’t show up, Pandora being a ravenclaw, and Regulus… well, Regulus.

Regulus is standing in the darkest corner of the hallway, having a conversation with some hufflepuff (a good friend of his who you have known of for a while) who’s batting her eyelashes up at him, and you wonder if he’s truly that oblivious to notice or just chooses to ignore it. either way you shrug, turning to Barty with a grimace on your face that’s supposed to be a smile.

“damn, babe, with that look on your face you might just scare away potential suitors.” he tugs at your braid, swiftly making it fall apart, and your frown deepens.

“not in the mood, Barty.” you roll your eyes with a scoff, leaning back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. your parents have been bugging you about finding a suitable future husband to marry after you graduate ever since this school year started, and as it all nears spring you’re only growing more restless. of course they don’t know about your relationship with Regulus. sure, they would be over the moon at the news, the younger Black brother being… hot shit amongst the mentally challenged elders, as Evan described it once. which is exactly why you want to keep it under the wraps for as long as you can.

it’s been going pretty well you’d say, both of you not having much problem with acting casual, but lately you’ve been struggling with that. you’re not jealous, Merlin forbid, you’re just… well, maybe you are the tiniest bit jealous. in all honesty, who wouldn’t be? it’s Regulus Black.

you enter the classroom hand in hand with Barty once the clock strikes nine, splitting with him when you make your way to your desk. during this class you actually share your space with Regulus, and so you give him a small smile when he sits down beside you.

the whole day passes in a blur for you, as it usually does, and soon enough you’re in your favorite place of all Hogwarts. you’re sitting on a huge plush couch in the room of requirement, your head resting on your boyfriend’s lap as he runs his slender fingers through your hair. both of you dressed in some comfortable clothes instead of the everyday robes, your wands laying down on the wooden table in front of the sofa.

“i haven’t written back to my mother yet.” you murmur after a moment, eyes set on Regulus’ face, trying to catch every detail of it.

his skin is pale, sheer thin, and if you believed in them you could’ve said he’s a ghost. his lips are always so plump looking, now outstretched in a smile, his gray irises staring right back at you with that loving shimmer to them.

“have Alistair?” he asks, your younger brother’s name leaving his mouth so quiet it’s practically a whisper, and he raises his eyebrows. you shrug, and a moment later you shake your head.

“i’m not sure. i think so.” you reply, internally groaning at the mere thought of your sibling, and you push yourself up on your elbows then fully sit up, reaching out for one of the mugs standing on the coffee table. they’re both filled with hot chocolate, and you take the pink one into your hand, sipping on it slowly. “little bugger is snitching on me, i try to avoid him.”

you watch him chuckle and reach over for his mug, then the two of you lean back against the couch. you can feel yourself sinking into the cushions, and a delighted sigh escapes you, before you catch Regulus’ amused expression and purse your lips together quickly.

“i just can’t wait for all of this to end, so we could move away.” you mumble, setting your cup back down, and he nods. he leans in closer, his hands resting on either sides of your middle, and for a beat he only looks at you. then suddenly his smile widens, and he kisses the top of your nose.

“chocolate on your nose.” he whispers playfully, his lips brushing innocently against your cheek next, then your jawline, your chin, slowly trailing down to set on your neck for a longer while. “just three more months, ma chérie. and we’ll leave it all behind.”

his breath is hot against your skin despite the chilliness of his hands that wrap around your waist, helping you into a laying down position. his caress is gentle, soft, just so so loving.

“a cozy cottage somewhere in a quiet village. maybe wales?” you breathe out, your hands coming up to first rest on his shoulders, but you quickly move them up and tangle them into his dark curls.

“mhm, like we planned.” he nods, making you yelp in surprise as he suddenly sucks on your pulse point, and you swear you can feel him smirk against the column of your throat. “a whole lot of protective spells to keep us safe and hidden from everyone. and then maybe we can focus on what’s good. plant a tree and have a dozen of children.”

“well, i don’t know who’s gonna give you a dozen of children, cause it’s for sure not me.” you scoff, a chuckle escaping your lips as you pull him back from you, and he takes the opportunity to give you a kiss. it quick and sweet, and his hands start to wander under your shirt, ghosting over the outline of your bra teasingly.

you leave the room of requirement in the middle of the night, fingers intertwined, and your guard let down. your clothes are wrinkled up, hair messy and tousled, and there’s already a slight limp to your walk. you’re both sure no one’s going to see you, i mean come on, it’s 2am. but the moment you step a foot outside, and the magic door disappears behind you, you hear a victorious laugh.

your brother is standing right there, just a few strides away from you, grinning from ear to ear. you immediately groan, gaze locking with Regulus’ for a moment before you step forward.

“i swear to Merlin, Alistair, if you tell anyone about this…” you start menacingly, hand clasping on the boy’s shirt collar, but it gives you an opposite result of what you’ve hoped for.

“sod off, Y/N! i’m writing about this to mother right when i get back to my dorm!”

[hoonstqr]

beep! @ user : anon has requested for MEAN HOON THOUGHTS <3

heaven and back | p.sh

warnings: heavy degradation, usage of names like slut, blowjobs, size queen y/n, dacryphilia, lmk if i missed smth!!! NOT PROOFREAD!!! stqr's notes: i wrote this in a rush because i feel rlly bad for not posting much :< i'll try to have a consistent posting schedule and post more often <3 mean sunghoon is such a need, im feral for him and you don't understand how badly i need him uGHHH

At first glance, Sunghoon seems likes a very vanilla sex type of guy but once you get to know him, especially in bed. He fucks you like he hates you.

He would call you the most degrading names while thrusting into you harshly. Every time he pulled out completely and slammed back in, you could feel your insides being re-arranged. And yet, the pain brought you a twisted form of pleasure that you had grown to crave.

One of the things that sunghoon absolutely loved about you was the way you gagged around his cock. When you could feel it hit the back of your throat immediately, and the gag reflex would kick in, your eyes would be watering as you fought to keep it down. Sunghoon's hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head back and forth, setting a brutal pace that had you gagging and drooling around his thick shaft.

He lives for the moment your eyes would start to water and your mascara would rum down your cheeks, creating a messy, smeared look that only added to the depravity of the scene. His other hand would come up to wipe away your tears, only to smear them across your face like a sadistic artist enjoying the canvas of your pain.

“I said, get on your knees, stupid slut!”

Sunghoon’s harsh voice echoed through the room His eyes, usually filled with warmth and affection, were now narrowed into slits of contempt as he glared down at you. But you do as he says, Why? because you are a slut.

You drop down onto your knees, feeling the cold, hard floor dig into your skin as you stare up at him, your eyes brimming with unshed tears.

With a tremble in your hand, you reach for the metal tab, but he swats it away. "No," he says, "With your teeth. Like the whore you are."

You obey, feeling the cold metal of the zipper between your teeth. The sound of it sliding down fills the room. Each tooth-tug on the zipper is a silent scream of humiliation and pain.

As you pull down his zipper, his hard shaft springs free slapping against your cheekbones. You lean in, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his arousal.

But before you can take him fully into your mouth, Sunghoon's hand is in your hair, yanking your head back. He's rough, the pain making you gasp, and your eyes water. "You're pathetic," he sneers. "Look at you, drooling like a bitch in heat." His grip tightens, and he tugs on your hair again, pulling you closer so that your nose is pressed into his pelvis.

You part your lips and take him in, his grip on your hair guiding your movements as you struggle to breathe around his thickness. The feeling of his shaft sliding along the back of your throat makes you gag, but you swallow down the bile.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunts, his voice dripping with disdain. He tugs harder, forcing you to deepthroat him, and you can feel your throat spasming around him. The salty taste of your own tears mixes with the bitter taste of his precum as your eyes water uncontrollably. You try to swallow, but he's too big, and you can't handle the pressure. You gag, your body's involuntary reaction to the violation.

Sunghoon chuckles darkly, watching you squirm. "Look at you," he whispers, "so eager to please me even when it hurts." He lets go of your hair momentarily, only to slap your face with his cock. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his tone mocking. "You love it when I treat you like this." And as much as you want to deny it, you can't. You do love it. The pain, the degradation, it all just makes the eventual climax so much sweeter.

[puckingeccedentesiast]

Sunsets & Daisies

Luke Hughes x Reader Word Count: 2.3k Description: Luke Hughes and his fiancée always have an annual spring photo shoot, this year for their fourth anniversary Luke gets some welcome news.

Every year, when September hits Luke and Y/N venture to some decadently and much fought over location for their annual photo shoot. What once started with the two cramming into a Photo Booth, drunk on Luke’s birthday became somewhat of their tradition.

This year Y/N had practically begged Luke to relinquish all control he had and give it to her, given as of recently a huge surprise - a future altering surprise, was now at play. It had been almost nine months since Luke proposed and with the wedding two days away the couple thought this would be the perfect time to have the shoot before the season starts.

The location was about a forty-five out of Michigan, and was scheduled for the late afternoon in an attempt to achieve some sunset lit pictures. Luke’s sling added to the difficulty of getting ready, being sure not to accidentally aggravate his shoulder while also trying to get the polo shirt on was a massive task.

"You're too tall Lukey, can you bend down a sec?" you murmured, making sure to gently thread the bunched fabric over his injured shoulder first. The swollen, bruised skin making you grimace as Luke hissed through his teeth when you rotated his arm to allow the other one to slip through. "Sorry bub."

"It's alright." Luke whispered, "You're doing your best and their isn't much else we can do for the pain."

"You can have another does of pain killers when we get there, I'll put them in my purse for you to take before we get there.” The girl spoke as she put said medicine in her purse, among other essentials as well as today’s surprise. While she was allowed the liberty of preparing the surprise with the photographer by graciously offering to organise this year's photo shoot, claiming that Luke already does to much. However if Luke told you the story, it would have been told so dramatically the person listening would have assumed you held him at gunpoint. Which was completely untrue. You had used a hot spatula.

"Sounds, good." Luke spoke, grabbing a cap, using it to brush his hair back so it sat perfectly. You could see the one handed struggle he was having as you watched his scrunched up face in the mirror.

With a heavy sigh you crossed your arms, staring at him in the mirror, "Luke, if you think for a second you are wearing that cap during the shoot you have a lot more concerning things to worry about rather then your shoulder."

“I wouldn’t dare, it’s just till we get there so my hair doesn’t get super frizzy.” Luke stated, giving a pointed look as he turned back around and started to walk over to where you sat at the vanity, brushing the last bits of makeup across your face with the brush before turning the light switch and watching the bulbs dim till the room was bathed in darkness.

Exiting down the hallway and plucking the seperate car, house and gate keys off of their designated wall hooks in the entry way, playing them into your purse knowing because of Luke’s arm, even though he would insist on driving you will have to. Walking into the kitchen, hand brushing past the marble countertop, fingers drifting over the bunch of bananas sitting on the stone as you contemplated what you wanted to eat as well as a snack to take.

Luke trotted down the stairs quickly, heavy footsteps sounding out, softened by carpet but still loud enough to contemplate whether or not an elephant was storming throughout your house. “Should I wear my white sneakers? Or my blue ones?”

“I’d wear the blue.. well they are navy actually. There might be red dirt there and it will be easier to get it out of the blue rather than the white.” you said with an analytical tone, thinking best about the circumstances. “Besides, they will work well with your shirt.”

You heard Luke shuffle off down the hallway to the mud room, where you had all the shoes stowed away in little cubby cubes under the coat rack.

“Can you grab my black ankle boots please?” you requested as you opened the fridge, still in search for snacks you knew you were going to want inevitably. It was remarkable how dense men were sometimes, Luke, who knows you inside and out hasn’t even put a thought as to why you may be eating more or why you wanted one food constantly. Almost like you were craving, something.

“The ones with the little chain?” Luke called back out, you could hear him pulling the weaved baskets in and out.

“No! The ones with the little ribbing down the side of the legs?” You spoke, albeit louder so it carried down the hall into the room Luke was in.

“So the ones with the chain!” Luke’s tone matched yours, his with filtered confusion. He was holding said boots, they were black with a tan, woody coloured block on the heel of them, although it added little height and across the ribbed stitching on the side of the boots was a dainty little gold chain.

From where you were standing, brow creased as you looked into the fridge, eyes darting from the bread to make some toast, to the eggs which you could quickly scramble and maybe put on the toast. Then your eyes locked with the packet of dark chocolate covered almonds. Now they would be good.

“Y/N!” Luke cried, still looking at the boots as he waited for an answer. Looking at the wall with a expression of concern and disbelief.

“They aren’t the same boot Luke! They are different bo-“ Y/N cut herself off as Luke wandered into the kitchen, boots in hand. “Oh. But they are two different boots! I swear they are!”

Slamming the fridge door shut, discarding the loaf of raisin toast and butter container and jar of strawberry jam on to bench, crouching and letting the items fall from your arms onto the bench with a clink from the glass jar. You rounded the counter, using your hand to prevent you from bumping your hip bone on the stone.

Luke watched as you damn near jogged, more of a hop, skip and jump down the hall towards the mud room. It was cute, watching your light anger in being wrong show through your actions. Listening to the manic shuffling of the woven crates as you pulled them out of each of their cubby shelves only to see they weren’t the pair of shoes you thought existed, but clearly didn’t. When you came stomping back down the hall with a heavy pout and furrowed brow, giving the boots which matched the description you gave with disdain.

“You were right.” Your tone was short and sad.

“Yeah.. is that upsetting you?” Luke asked, eyebrows scrunching together.

“It is. It shouldn’t but it is.” You spoke in an incredulous tone. Moving back over to the bench, fingers toying with the plastic covering the bread loaf. You felt as if you wanted to yell, cry and scream all at the same time. Darn mood swings.

Luke just laughed, a rich hearty sound that made your knees wobble as you screwed open the jam jar, placing the raisin toast into the toaster, waiting and ruffling through different packets of chips in the snack drawer picking out two and throwing them in Luke’s direction.

“What flavours do you want?” You asked, still swatting your way through the chip drawer.

“I’m not going to be hungry. I ate before remember?” Luke looked up from his phone.

“Okay the-“ you cut yourself off as the toaster popped up, bringing the raisin toast with it. You grabbed the toast out, flinging it onto the bench after realising it was too hot to just hold onto.

Smearing the butter and jam onto the slices of toast, shoving one into your mouth holding it in your teeth as you turned and placed the bread and condiments back into the fridge. After taking a solid, hearty bite of the toast you placed it back onto the bench, not minding the crumbs that dropped off it. You grabbed the boots from where they sat next to the kitchen island counter and slipped your feet into them, the black tights you were wearing to battle the brisk september air aiding in your pursuit.

"Are you ready to go?" Luke looked up as you asked him this, stretching his none injured arm out, then slotting his phone into his back pocket.

"Whenever you are!" He replied enthusiastically, standing up and holding his hand out for you. He watched as you grabbed your purse, still holding your piece of toast trying not to let the jam dribble down your hand. Luke held the front door open as you stepped out and followed the path to where the car was parked in the driveway. You pressed down on the key fob to unlock the door so you could slide into the driver seat while Luke situated himself in the passenger seat, awkwardly reach across his body to pull the seat belt over and click it into place.

Mirroring Luke, albeit with more ease you strapped yourself in before pulling backwards out of the driveway, checking both ways for traffic. Heading to the stop sign at the end of the street, pulling away from the suburban area and driving away from the city after taking an entry onto the highway to go south. Luke had taken care of the music, connecting his phone to the car via aux cord and playing the majority of his songs, with your input for a song here and there.

"Play that Garth Brooks one.. the country one Jack really likes." you spoke, voice raised slightly to project over the song that was currently playing.

"Why would I play that?" Luke questioned back, his face skeptical.

"Because Callin' Baton Rouge is a fantastic song. Now play it." you responded, looking in the rearview mirror, checking the lanes next to you before merge into the exit turning lane, heading down a rural street where the sides of the road was lined with fences holding cattle in and big tall trees acting as a windbreak.

Even though he had absolutely no idea where the final destination was Luke was staring to catch on that it might have something to do with a field, something very nature-y. He was right, or by the fact that you pulled up next to a white toyota camry near the entrance gate to a field which was bordered with a small forest. Following you and getting out of the car, he watched as you ambled over, shook the young woman's hand.

"Luke, this is Kelly. She will be doing our photos this year." Y/N introduced the photographer, it was obvious that she wasn't a random due to the high quality canon camera she was cradling in one arm.

"Pleasure to meet you." Luke exchanged pleasantries with the woman before the little group of three set off into the field, heading towards the treeline. There was a dirt track that Luke could hear led down toward a creek, he could see why you had told him not to wear his good white shoes, there was a certain chance his shoes would be getting a little dirty.

With all credit to you, he had to admit that the spot was absolutely stunning and he couldn't imagine a more perfect place for the photos. Particularly when the dense foliage thins out and he can see the beautiful architecture of some kind of ruined building. Nature had taken over, vines crawling all up the elegant arches which were bathed in late afternoon sun.

"This is beautiful darlin'" Luke murmured in your ear as he looked up from where he was perched on a rock, this was just one of the many positions and places Kelly had you too stand, sit, hug, kiss, smile or laugh for the photos. He already seemed elated at the fact the photoshoot was happening, he hadn't even gotten the news that was turning your stomach inside out with nerves. Or was it something else?

"Okay, Luke, can you turn and face the creek? I need Y/N behind you, and then you are going to turn around." Kelly asked, setting up for the final shot of the big moment. She winked at you as you pulled the little reel of photos out of your purse. Taking a deep calming breath as you stood behind him, holding the photos that represented your future with Luke, you hands were shaking but you stood. "Okay Luke. Turn around for me."

As Luke did you met his briefly before they locked onto the ultrasound photos you held for him to see. His beaming smile dropped into a gape as he looked at the photos dumbfounded, but it quickly returned as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the words he so desperately wanted to say. Instead he scooped you into his arms, spinning you around as the camera clicked. Capturing this moment forever, allowing you to reflect on it and show it to family and friends.

"Your- Your seriously." Luke stammered, placing you down, cradling the side of your head as well as the side of your stomach.

"Yeah.. I am." you smiled back, matching his grin with one just as bright.

He pulled away turning away and pumping the air before shouting into the forest clearing. "I'm going to be a dad!"

Yes you are Luke Hughes, a damn great one.

[valsverse]

• just thinking about percy jackson as your summer bf. fumbling with sunscreen, smearing it on each other’s noses, missing spots on purpose. sticky cuddles under the blanket, even though the air is way too hot for any kind of physical contact. popsicle juice dribbling down your chin, and him kissing it away, his lips sweet and a little too eager. racing into the ocean, him pretending to trip just to make you laugh. stealing sips of each other’s lemonade, but only when you think he’s not looking. screaming on the rollercoaster while he pretends to be fearless, though you catch his knuckles white around the bar. arguing over the best ice cream flavor—he insists on mint chocolate chip, but you know it’s cookies and cream. beach volleyball that always ends with him picking you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing too hard to keep score. running barefoot on the hot pavement, hopping between patches of grass. falling asleep in a hammock, legs tangled, with the smell of saltwater still clinging to your skin, and waking up to sunburned shoulders and his lazy grin. • or how fall coded leo valdez is. going to haunted houses together, hiding your face in his shoulder every time you get freaked, while he grins and teases you, but never lets go. sharing one scarf because he insists he’s not cold, but somehow the scarf always ends up wrapped around you both. carving pumpkins together, where he makes his a goofy, over-engineered contraption while yours is just happy and crooked. attempting to watch Saw for halloween, but halfway through, he grabs the remote, and suddenly It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! is on. apple cider kisses, warm and sweet, his lips tasting like cinnamon. drowning tea with lethal douses of nutmeg because he swears it makes everything better, and it does. walking through piles of fallen leaves, and just when you’re admiring the colors, he kicks a bunch of them at you, laughing as you chase him down the path. ending the night with bonfires, where he messes with the flames, making them flicker in shapes just to make you laugh. • and winters with luke castellan, him cupping your face in his hands, palms warm and soft, trying to chase away the chill from your cheeks, always grumbling about how cold you are, but never pulling away. sharing caramel apples, and him struggling to take a bite while making a mess, albeit with a small grin. snowball fights that start with playful teasing and end with him catching you in his arms, both of you laughing and brushing off snow. walking through the frosty streets, his arm around your shoulders, making sure you’re never too cold. stopping by a food cart for hot chocolate, where he burns his tongue but pretends he's fine, playing it off with a casual shrug while you laugh. driving through the city, holiday music low in the background, his eyes flickering between the lights and your smile; and his peppermint scent clinging to your sweater, lingering long after he’s gone. • while jason grace is undeniably a spring bf. feeding each other freshly picked strawberries, sweet and sun-warmed, his smile soft as he knows just how to choose the best ones. stopping by the convenience store for a snack run, where he knows your favorites by heart, grabbing them without a second thought. stopping by a local café for iced coffee, his fingers brushing yours as he hands you your drink.

playful water fights by the fountain, where he always ends up drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead, but he’s still grinning, water dripping everywhere as you both laugh at the chaos. visiting farmers' markets together, where he picks out the freshest fruits and insists on trying every sample with you. sharing ice cream cones that melt faster than you can eat them, him sneaking bites from yours with a playful smirk, wiping away a stray drip with the back of his hand before it hits the ground.

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[nottivagos]

notti's nightly thoughts (18+)

an: so im just thotting for the sake of thotting now. but hear me out, at least?

porncciardo and beach sex. he's got you sprawled out on a beach towel, holding the phone pointing to his face as he kisses a teasing trail down your exposed skin as you wear your borderline revealing bikini that doesn't hide as much skin as it should do.

you gasp as he gets to your bikini bottoms, kissing the already wet patch which started to grow when he looked up at you with those ever so teasing eyes, smirk sitting ever so intoxicatingly beautiful on his lips. his hands spread your thighs open, bending your knees so you're in missionary. you gasp as his fingers pull down the bottoms, quickly discarding them to the side as his brown eyes glimmer at your already slick cunt.

"such a needy slut f'me," he drawls, hot breath fanning over your weeping cunt, causing you to mewl. "how long as she been wet for, hm? practically begging for me," he adds, snatching the phone from your grasp so he can show your lovely followers your slutty little pussy and your flushed, embarrassed expression from becoming so aroused so quickly.

"aw, baby," he pouts, his tone mocking. "it's okay. i know you can't resist me," daniel teases, "it's why you always come back, isn't it? just so i can violate this perfect cunt of yours." he says, before slapping your pussy, causing you to yelp and mewl as your lips become pouty, eyes widened and begging.

"daniel, please," you beg in a measly breathy whisper. "please fuck me. i need you so bad," you groan.

"such a dirty girl. needing me to fuck you whilst at the beach," daniel smirks, the shot focusing on your pleading expression, the way you silently beg for daniel's cock inside of you. the sight through the screen is enough to make his length twitch in his swimming trunks, coming to life at the thought of taking you there and then.

in a swift movement, he's pulling his shorts down, allowing his perfectly trimmed cock to spring free from the restraints of the fabric. it bounces back after hitting his lower stomach, before he uses one hand to guide it towards your slick hole, teasing your entrance with the tip.

you gasp, craving all of him inside you. your blood surges with anticipation and arousal as your throat goes dry, only able to muster a "please, danny, fuck me. i need your cock badly" as your cheeks turn a harsh crimson, the flush painting your whole face.

"whatever you want, princess," he chuckles, pushing himself into you ever so easily. daniel shudders, revelling in the way your walls wrap around him so perfectly, groaning.

"god, you feel fucking amazing even after i've used you so many times," he adds, a strong hand resting on your stomach, coming to ground himself so he can film his length thrusting into your leaking cunt.

your belly bulge is visible as you moan loudly, daniel's hips rolling a merciless rhythm as he pounds into you. breath catches in your throat as he films your eyes rolling back, highlighting as he hitted the spot which made you see stars repeatedly.

"such a horny little toy," daniel moans, "there's not even a thought in that head, is there, baby? not even a care in the world if anyone hears you on this beach," he groans, still thrusting deeply into you as a rush of heat crawls up your spine, "you'll do anything for my cock."

you whine, the heat burning in your belly now surging. your thighs start to tremble from the overwhelming pleasure as you feel yourself reaching a climax, pussy starting to clamp around daniel's length like a vice.

"you gonna come, baby?" daniel grunts, now struggling to thrust into you, his thumb finding your clit as it now circled around the sensitive ball of nerves, "go on, come for me, beautiful."

crying out loudly, eyes rolling back as your head tilted backwards as you rode out your high, the phone camera still rolling as your walls fluttered around daniel's cock, milking him dry as his hips stuttered and he groaned deeply, ropes of cum spilling into your cunt and painting the walls white. your slick wrapped around his shaft, painting him in your own essence.

as his cock softens, he slowly pulls out, breathing heavy. the camera then shoots up to you, smiling in a post-orgasmic haze as you giggle. "that felt so good, danny," you mumbled, biting your bottom lip as you met his smug facial expression.

"i'm glad you enjoyed the show," he chuckled from behind the screen, before resting it against your water bottle by your side, camera still filming. "you did amazing, beautiful," daniel mumbled against your lips, "can't wait to destroy that cunt of your's again," he chuckled again before pressing his lips deeply on yours lovingly. <3

[anglbunny]

ᝰ.ᐟNot up for grabs

Kaiser tries hitting on Isagi's girl, ruining his night. .ᐟCW: Street racer!Isagi, smut mdni, Oral (M!Receiving), hair pulling? appearance of street racer!kaiser

"𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐿𝑒-𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑" - 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

Isagi had an arm around your waist. Every single person that stood on the asphalt knew you were thrashers' property. Apparently, that didn’t apply to kaiser. 

Isagi sat you down on his car, saying he’d be right back, and like the pretty girl you are for him, you smiled sweetly and gave him a nod. 

Your smile quick to vanish when kaiser appears in front of you, ness standing beside him. 

“Can I help?” you asked, widening your eyes at him. 

“Sure you can. You can help by telling me if you’re single, beautiful” 

“No, she fucking isn’t” you heard your boyfriend’s voice, stepping in, he put some distance between you and kaiser.

“Ohh, someone’s jealous,” he said, making Ness laugh. You rolled your eyes. standing up and wrapping an arm around Isagi’s bicep. 

“Baby, just leave it, ignore him,” you said against his ear. Kaiser smirked, staring you down. 

“Well, if the princess here ever needs a REAL man, you could always hit me up,” he said, winking at you and flipping Isagi off. 

“See ya on the road, trasher.” 

“It’s thrasher you asshole!” you yelled at kaiser who had already turned his back and left. You didn’t need to see Isagi’s face to know he was fuming. 

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

Yoichi brought you back to his place after the race finished, dropping the briefcase of money on the kitchen counter. He dropped down onto the sofa, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the roots. 

“I’ll fucking kill him, i’ll kill that bastard,” he muttered under his breath, eyes red in rage. You sighed, walking over to him, getting on your knees in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, staring at you, confused. 

“Just breathe, baby. Don’t let him get to you. If you do that means you’re letting him win” your voice soft, as you gently cooed your boyfriend, rubbing his thighs. He gave a small smile, running a hand through your hair. 

“And since you won.. Winners deserve a prize, don’t they?” Smirking up at him, you leaned in, using your teeth to unbutton his pants, including the zipper. 

His breath caught in his throat. You could hear him struggling to swallow. Licking up the bulge in his boxers. You kissed it, taking the covered cock in your mouth, as much as you could. His eyes glued onto your perfect puffy lips. Glossy from saliva. 

“Fuckin’ hell, stop teasing, doll” he muttered, cupping your jaw. 

You grabbed the waistband of his boxers in between your teeth, pulling it down to have his large leaking cock spring up in your face. You bit your lip. Licking from the base, up. He exhaled sharply, covering his eyes and throwing his head back. As you slowly took him in, inch by inch. Till it touched the back of your throat, making you gag around it. The inches you couldn’t take, they were covered in your soft hands. 

“Feel gouf? (feel good?)” you said, mouth full of his cock. He laughed, pinching your cheeks. 

“Don’t speak with your mouth full. Now move, please or I'll end up busting a nut at the sight of your face alone.” he groaned, wrapping a hand around your nape. Pushing you in deeper. Bobbing your head up and down at a slow pace. Eventually speeding up, more or less because he grabbed a handful of your hair and started to control your movement. 

You choked and gagged around him. Tears dripped down your face while you kept looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes. 

Isagi would let out quiet moans or whimpers. Not giving you a chance to even breathe. Saying your name under his breath. You grabbed onto his thigh, letting him fuck into your mouth. 

He finished, the salty flavour erupting in your mouth. He slid out his wet dick, grabbing your jaw and smearing his cum and your saliva all over your lips and chin. 

“Swallow, be a good girl” you looked up with chipmunk cheeks, swallowing all of his cum. 

“Open” he said, smirking at the sight of your mouth. He could see the light bruises on your palate forming. 

“You’re such a good girl for me. Now let’s go into my room and I'll make it rain 100s while you ride me” you nodded, smiling to yourself. At Least he wasn’t thinking about that idiot Kaiser now. 

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A/N: not edited. i promiseee i'll write something other than the street racer au soon

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[glossykissies]

asking shane to slap you,.... he scoffs and gives you the lightest tap on your cheek.... telling him it wasn't hard enough but he's tutting at you saying you're too fragile, can't handle a harder one but you just keep pleading and pleading till he gives you one that kocks you off your feet and you're staring up at him while cupping your now red cheek. he's immediatly regretting it and fussing over you until he sees you smile and whisper "i liked it" eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

when you first ask, he scoffs out a laugh as expected.

“you don’t want that. the hell you want that for, huh — s’enough violence in the world. i—i don’t hit women i can’t—” he shakes his head, sitting back. he’s sat on the edge of your camp bed, knees spread with you kneeling between them. your faces are close as you look up at him pleadingly, gripping his brown t-shirt.

“i do. i do want it!” you whisper, in disbelief at your own lust for violence.

“why sweetheart why?” he tilts his head and you pause to think, sucking on your swollen bottom lip as your chest rises and falls unevenly. he’d be lying if he said when you looked at him like that he didn’t wanna give you anything and everything you asked for. you try to conjure up a reasoning that would appeal to shane’s logic.

“to prepare me. for what’s out there… i’ve never been slapped i— i don’t wanna be caught off guard.” you list off, but there’s a mischief in your eyes, because you peer back up at him and he’s waiting for you to continue and tell him what it really is. “and… i’ve always… i’ve kinda wanted you to… i think it would feel…” you struggle for words, and it doesn’t get easier to find them when you see his smirk growing a little.

“you think it would feel what?” he tilts his head further to match your gaze, blinking at you expectantly. “good?”

you nod, waiting for a reaction. of course, he starts to chuckle again, grin wide and eyes crinkled.

“lemme tell you something it do not feel good n’thats comin’ from the asshole who’s been slapped more times in his life than years you’ve been alive alright—”

“you don’t get it.” you pout.

“no, i don’t — help me understand why the hell you’d want—”

“because i do! i want it and i want it from you!” you beg and he sighs, stares at you for a moment before giving you a light tap on the cheek. it wasn’t even hard enough to sting, just to lightly turn your head. you blink for a moment before giggling, and he laughs too.

“no, harder.” you plead excitedly. much to your dismay he’s shaking his head once more.

“harder— no, no ain’t no harder option alright m’not hurtin’ you—”

you roll your eyes, gripping his tshirt harder. “shane, please i’m asking this of you—”

“what’s gonna happen if i seriously hurt y—”

“—i just want it to sting i want you t’make it hurt—”

“—sweetheart you gotta learn to— to take no for a god damn answer— too damn delicate to be askin’ this kinda—”

“i can take it, please shane i can take it—”

your pleadings overlap with eachother until the arguing is cut off by one cold swipe through the air, a good hard slap that turns your head and makes prickly heat spread through your body. you nearly choke on the gasp that ripples through you as you hand flies up to touch your burning cheek, slowly turning back to shane in shock.

he’s staring at you, wide eyed — like he’d surprised himself, anticipating your reaction. he just wanted you to stop. he didn’t even mean to do it that hard. when he see’s a fresh hot batch of tears spring to your ears, he’s quick to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in to his chest.

“hey… hey shh-shh-shh-shh s’okay, hey i’m — i’m sorry yeah? i didn’t… you just kept pushin’ me okay i… hey lemme look at it yeah lemme—” he pulls you back, surprised to see you smiling through the tears, freezing his actions completely.

“i liked it.” you whisper gleefully, pupils dilated to hell and back. “i liked it.” you repeat as shane’s fingers come up to stroke the hot skin.

“yeah?” he grumbles, a rush of relief and something else washing over him. his cock twitches at the way you’re looking at him, the way you’re trusting him and only him.

“mhm…” it comes off as a soft moan as you crane higher on your knees to press your lips to his, licking at his bottom lip and breathing into his open mouth, clearly horny. “again.” you whisper, and this time there’s less hesitation from shane.

[poppadom0912]

Is it too late?

Warnings: Mentions of periods, hospitals, surgery, pain and illness

Summary: When your older brother is a fancy surgeon, being sick is the last thing you want.  

Requested by @1chicago5021

A/N: I'm still alive people. I had a sudden burst of inspiration and thought I'd finally get all these requests done before the next round of exams. I am in a lesson right now so I can’t do the usual aesthetic collage I always do. This was sent quite a while ago but I actually had so much fun writing this so thank you! I hope this lives up to your standards <3

*****

Two weeks ago now, your body randomly started not working the way you wanted it to, but you put all the blame on your period whose cramps hadn't been very forthcoming.

The painkillers were a coming in at a constant stream, hot water bottles never having the chance to go room temperature.

Your never-ending migraines and 24/7 cramps were a constant, so you expected to feel relief once you were back to normal. But that never came because this week started and somehow, you felt even worse.

When you woke up this morning to your throat feeling weird, you knew something was wrong when you drank water and the feeling didn’t go away.  

Despite that, you went to school anyways, bidding your brother goodbye when he dropped you off, completely unaware of your wellbeing. But you couldn’t blame the guy, he was stressed enough over work as it is, you didn’t need to add to his already overflowing workload.  

You only felt worse as the day progressed. It was only spring, nearing summer, but your body temperature wouldn’t stop fluctuating. One minute you were shivering and asking to borrow your friend's hoodie but the next you were sweating like you had just finished a marathon and was trying to get rid of as many layers as possible.  

The cramps were immense. The worst you ever had and to consider you just got off your period, you weren’t a stranger to post period cramps, but this was on another level. You hadn’t been in this much pain ever even while on your reds. None of the pain killers your friends kindly provided for you alleviated the pain. Death would feel ever so sweet right about now.  

You knew you were seriously sick when you were on the verge of collapsing at lunch. Your friends all shouted in alarm when you faltered on your feet in the cafeteria. You ignored their efforts and attempts to get you to the nurse's office. There wasn’t long left of the school day, there wasn’t any point in leaving with barely two hours left.  

As soon as you got home, you fell face first into bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow and you pulled the covers over your body with however much strength remained in your arms that got heavier as the day went on.  

You were in a deep sleep, so deep in fact that your dreams were non-existent. You weren’t too sure what time it was, but you felt someone shaking you, going from gentle to a hand tightly holding your shoulder, a muffled voice inaudible as you came in and out of your slumber.  

Their gestures were painful, but you didn’t have it in you to tell the intruder as you struggled to even muster a groan. Your eyes fluttered, face digging even deeper into the pillow as if to suffocate yourself. That was all the indication the person needed to shake you harder, adamant to wake you up.  

With a blocked nose, breathing out through your mouth proved itself to be a much more difficult task than it should’ve been. And stuffing your face into your pillow might not have been the best idea taking that into consideration.

Their voice sounded way too far away, as though they weren’t in the room with you. One second they were roughly holding you, the next, all pressure ceased but the pain didn’t.

Before you could even register what they were doing now, your eyes heavy with sleep dropped once more as you were enveloped into darkness again.

*****

Over the past two weeks, Connor had noticed your depleting energy but when the mood swings came along with your hot water bottles, he didn’t think any much more of the matter.

But then you showed no signs of improvements and at first, he could hardly notice. You hid it quite well at first but as the week progressed, it was apparent to him you were getting sick, and you were too stubborn to admit that to your surgeon brother.

Nonetheless, things didn’t look too bad that staying home was necessary. You were managing quite well, going to school the entire week without complaints, so he found no reason to intervene into something he knew would end up in an argument that would result in you holding a grudge and not talking to him for a few days.

He dropped you off and drove to work expecting nothing. You smiled at him when you left the car, and nothing seemed physically wrong when you picked up the pace to meet your friends.

His twelve-hour shift seemed to never end. When he had a moment to himself, he messaged you as he waited for his coffee, staring at his message that sat alone with no replies for hours. School has finished, you were sure to be home now, so why weren’t you answering?

He didn’t think much of it till he was meant to go home at twelve. He was all ready standing at his locker but then Maggie called his name and he saw several ambulances piling up outside.

As amazing as he was, his attention couldn’t be in two places at once and unfortunately for you, car crashes had more significance in this situation. But as soon as this was all over, you’d be his number one priority once more.

It was all over six hours later when he came out of the second surgery he had to take lead in.

Stepping out of the surgery theatre, he thanked all his co-workers and was dashing away to collect his things, not wanting to be here any longer. Having time to finally check his phone again, his concern skyrocketed when you still hadn’t replied to his messages.

Waving off the few staff remaining in the emergency department, Connor wasted no time in driving off. His adrenaline had yet to die down from the rush of a packed-out emergency room and doing several successful surgeries. Adding to this was his building concern for you. Maybe you were just sleeping, and your phone was on charge. Maybe it was on silent, and you didn’t hear anything. Maybe it was stolen, and you couldn’t contact him-

Connor sighed as he parked the car. Wasting no time, his body still thrumming from the surgery high, he walked into the building and took the stairs instead, taking large strides as he skipped every two.

The house was drop dead silent when he opened the door which you hadn’t locked from the inside like you usually would. That and the completely pitch-black apartment was the first things that put him on edge.

He locked the door behind him, walking in further and inspecting the living room and kitchen that didn’t look lived in. Everything was in its same place as he left it in this morning. Closing the blinds in the living room, he walked towards your bedroom, your door slightly ajar which had never been the case since you started living with him. You always shouted at him whenever he left the door even a slither open, you always needed complete darkness to sleep. The tiniest bit of light always hindering your sleeping ability.

Pushing the door open, Connor poked his head inside first to survey the room. He finally let himself relax at the sight of you lying in bed, your figure completely drowning in your duvet. The weird lump in your sheets being the only reason he could identify you.

He felt himself relax, his body physically deflating now that he had eyes on you, knowing for sure that nothing was wrong.

For some reason, your curtains were still open which they never were since you were young, always complaining, once again, that you needed complete darkness to be able to sleep. Closing your curtains, he found your phone on your bedside desk, and it was littered with notifications from not only him but all of your friends too. All of them were asking in variations if you were okay, if you felt better, did you get home safe and how you were feeling.

They were all sent at three in the afternoon. It was now two in the morning.

Concerned at the topic of the messages, Connor came over to the side of the bed you were laying on and placed his hand on your forehead, his eyes widening immediately. He felt himself warming up just from how hot you were.

Sitting down on the space by your knees, Connor shook you gently, trying to rouse you from your apparent very deep sleep but the only movement you made was from what he was doing.

“Y/N? Hey, wake up. Can you get up for me really quick?”

The adrenaline that was just dying down was picking up again along with his heart rate, why weren’t you waking up?

He shook you once again but this time, he was more rough, his worry meaning he gripped your shoulder tightly and shook you with a force that he’d never use on you before as his baby sister.

This time he tried calling you name while he tried getting you up. Lifting the duvet off your body, not only were you shivering but you were sweating a very unusual amount.

Swallowing harshly, Connor tried one more time, calling your name and roughly shaking you. “Come one, I need to you wake up Y/N.”

“Y/N. Y/N get up.”

But you just wouldn’t budge.

Deciding that enough was enough, he scooped you into his arms and it must’ve been the sudden movement that caused you to let out a small whimper in what was clearly pain. It was small but it was the most he’d gotten from you since he got home and that was better than nothing.

Foregoing his jacket, Connor made sure to slip your cardigan over your torso, so you weren’t going to die from the cold outside. He quickly slipped into his own shoes and left the building not a moment later.

*****

No one had been expecting Connor to be back at work so soon, not even him. It was a few minutes to three and the ED was relatively calm taking into account the big accident not too long ago, but Connor was grateful.

Getting out the car, Connor looked into the ED and called for the first person he saw.

“April! Get me a gurney!”

Said nurse was caught completely off guard, jumping from where she stood at the nurse's desk with Will not too standing behind her. He too clearly was confused but Connor had no time to dwell on them.

Not checking if she was listening, Connor rounded the car and picked you back into his arms, your head resting on his bicep and your legs on the inside of his elbow. Slamming the door shut, Connor strode into the emergency department and luckily for him, April and Will were more than ready to help.

“All the gurneys are used up from before, but we’ve got a free bed.” April said, leading the surgeon into an empty treatment room where Will was lowering the bedside rails.

“Talk to me Connor.” Will said, understanding there was no time for formalities when he saw it was you Connor was carrying.

“No clue what happened but she’s as hot as anything, she’s shivering and sweating at the same time and will not wake up for anything.” Connor started, gently laying you down and standing back to let Will and April do their jobs. He was itching to help but physically had to move further away from you so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Pretty sure she’s been sick and in pain for a while now, but she never said anything.” He continued, looking at all the numbers on the machines that were popping up as they were connected to your body. “When I asked last week, she just kept saying it was her period cramps.”

As April hooked you up onto an IV drip, Will started palpating your body in search for any particular place of pain. And when he came to a particular area in your lower abdomen and you cried out, the three of them looked at each other knowingly.

“Kieran should still be on shift.” Connor said, remembering the surgeon he left behind that was in charge and available.

Will nodded in confirmation, “Let’s move.”

*****

Waking up felt different to all the times before. Your levels of disorientation and haziness and confusion were on another level.

As soon as you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the lack of pain. You couldn’t feel not even a pinch in your stomach, maybe it was weird to say but it felt liberating to not be in debilitating pain.

“Oh, thank goodness your awake.” Connor looked dead on his feet in the doorway of the room but the immense relief painting his face was like no other.

You made him feel and look like that- Shit, what happened, what did you do?

Before you could say anything, Connor beat you to it. “How are you feeling? In any pain?”

As he questioned you, a poured you a cup of water, holding it so all you had to do was drink and not need to exert energy that he knew from experience, you didn’t have.

Once again, before you could ask, he answered for you. “It was appendicitis. Your period cramps were in fact your appendix and last night it burst.”

“But it’s all good. We got you into surgery and your appendix is gone as should your pain.”

“Wow.” You said shakily, your voice so quiet from the lack of use.

“Please don’t do that next time.” Connor said, sitting on the empty seat by the bed, taking your hand into his. “Please tell me when you're in pain and when you feel sick. You matter to me; all your small or big problems are mine too. I don’t care how trivial they are.”

Silence followed as he set the glass aside. “You scared the shit out of me kiddo.”

And to say you felt guilty was an understatement.

“Claire’s pissed.” You both winced at the thought of your sister finding out. “She’s going to visit when she’s finished with work. I told her your healthy and out of surgery but she’s still pissed.”

“M’Sorry.” You apologised, voice hoarse and lips chapped. “I didn’t want-“

“Y/N.” Connors face made it look like he was in pain from your admission he cut off. “You’re never a bother to me okay? Me being a doctor is a good thing, use it to your advantage.”

You nodded, confirming to change next time if there was another time. Fingers crossed there isn’t.

“How hard was it to not do the surgery?” You smiled, squeezing his hand and poking his bicep. He was still in his scrubs from his shift last night.

Connor rolled his eyes and groaned. Such a sight made you laugh.