#and they love knowing you feel so safe with them!!!!

[ang3ltine]

"𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠" - Robert ("Bob") Reynolds x freader x platonic thunderbolts

Bob was asleep for God knows how long, now that he has the chance at a better life. Who better to show him than you?

a.n - Ava was sick of seeing you and Bob dance around eachother like puppies in love, so she does something about it

warnings - mention of mental illness, lovesick Bob! minor spoilers and major fluff!!

"Remember to call us if you need anything ok?" You were currently on the quinjet, ready to leave for a mission. But there was a problem, Bob had to stay in the tower by himself.

Bob nodded hurriedly before ushering you back onto the ship, but you hesitated when he turned to leave. You grab his arm rather quickly, which prompted him to look back at you with wide eyes.

"Be safe," you whispered softly so that it falls in his ears only.

Both Ava and Yelena heard the couple from a distance and snickered to themselves.

"I.. I will," Bob stutters before giving you a tight-lipped 'bob' smile. He stepped back so that he wouldn't delay your mission.

The hatch to the ship closed as you peer down at the small figure waving at you. Yet, you could almost feel the smugness of the duo behind you.

"Be safe," Yelena says with sickingly sweet tone while Ava butt's in afterwards. "Oh I'll be so safe."

You give them a deadpan look before responding with crossed arms. "Can you guys stop?"

"But how will that keep us safe?" Ava retorts sarcastically while Yelena falls into her arms dramatically. "I'll be safe once you kiss me."

You knew the two of them were mocking you for having a soft spot for Bob. Ever since you guys took him in after his 'incident' as Sentry. No thanks to Valentina ofcourse.

"Can you girls stop gossiping? It's annoying." John grunted while adjusting his suit.

The team was split into two for today's mission. Boys vs. Girls to make matters worse, but you guys didn't want to lose to John Walker.

So you tried your very best to complete your part of the mission as quickly as possible. An old hydra base had been spotted a few weeks ago so Bucky wanted to check it out and gather intel, just in case.

The location was in the snowy mountains of Slovakia and it was mission based on stealth. Something that John struggled with, and Alexei, so he was left in charge of the jet. Much to his disappointment.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me..." John mutters as he spots you from a distance with a smug smile on your face.

"Hey asshat, how's the taste of being a loser feel?" You quipped while happily walking out of the building, after successfully infiltrating it.

John on the other hand had failed his part and the others had to step in while he sat in the quinjet with minor injuries.

He puts his hands up in defence before sighing. "Fine, you win this time."

Internally he was fuming, but he wasn't ready to admit that.

"Relax I was just kidding." You mused while passing by him with a quick pat on his back. John knew that you were joking, but it was reassuring to hear the words himself.

"You think Bob's doing ok?" You mumbled while putting on your seat belt.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's curled up on the couch thinking about you." Yelena let's out a coarse laugh while she takes her seat next to you.

" Oh 'lena what would I do without you?" You say sarcastically while she links her arms with yours. "You'll be lost...and unsafe."

The last comment made you roll your eyes before finally laughing along to the joke. As the rumble of the quinjet signalled it's takeoff sequence, so you got ready to take a nap on the journey back home.

What you all didn't expect was to find Bob standing on the helipad, with a pillow in hand. It seemed like he was anticipating your return since he was sort of giddy when you got off.

"Ahh look your boyfriend was waiting for you after all," Ava makes the comment while walking past you swiftly. You shook your head unamsingly before making your way towards the awaiting brunette.

"Were you waiting for us?" You sighed while reaching up to fix his hair. It had gotten messy due to the blast of wind from the quinjet engines.

"Oh well...I sort of had another episode while you were gone...so I thought I'd wait out here until you returned." It was hard to make out what he was said on the last part but nonetheless, you pull him into a warm embrace.

"You wanna talk about it?" You whisper into his hair before running your fingers through the dark brown locks. Bob shook his head as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

Not wanting to push him, you just stood there while holding him until he was ready to go back inside.

What you didn't notice was how fast Bob's heart was racing while you two hugged.

Deep down he was glad that you didn't, he would be too embarrassed to ever admit that he secretly liked you. For now, it was better for you not to know.

"You got that right?" Ava asks while squinting her eyes to get a better view from the hanger. The sound of a click from a camera could be heard before Yelena answers with her phone in hand.

"Got it." Yelena snickers mischievously.

"We need a plan to get these two idiots to confess."

"What do you have in mind?" Yelena turns to Ava while she thinks of something.

"Ok... I think I have one."

"Is...is this ok?" Bob asks while showing his bowl full of cake batter. You leaned in slightly to see for yourself, and to your surprise, it was perfectly light and airy.

"Wow Bob! The batter looks perfect!"

Bob breaks into a wide grin at the compliment as the rush of giddiness returned. He observed the way your mouth was moving while you talks and was seemingly under a trance, that was until you pulled him back to reality.

"Bob sweetie are you ok?" You say in a gentle tone as you wave your hands infront of his face. He blinked at few times , seemingly lost before nodding. "Uh.. yeah I'm good."

"Aww you call him sweetie now?"

You sighed and hung your head low at the sound of the familiar voice. " 'lena don't push it."

You two had been dancing around each other for about 2 months now. Every day, it seemed like you were closer to getting Bob out of his shell. Whatever you did worked because he was able to start training with you all without the worry of the 'void' returning.

Speaking of Bob, he was in the kitchen having his dinner with Ava's company. It was late and well past midnight when the group had finished their training.

Her plan was beginning to unfold when you rushed into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your shoulder.

"What happened? Is there any emergency?!"

Your hair was slightly damp from the shower you had just taken. Bob recognised the top that you were wearing and almost choked on his food. You were wearing his blue t-shirt that he had left behind a few nights ago.

"There's no emergency is there?" You sighed as you shift your gaze towards the woman near the refrigerator. She simply shrugged before taking a chug of cold milk.

Bob had completely forgotten about the shirt and to make things worse was that you look absolutely gorgeous with it on. Not to mention, your thighs were exposed since your shorts were hidden underneath the gigantic top.

"Bob...! I didn't know you were still awake," blood rushed to your cheeks when you realised Bob was staring directly at you with wide eyes. You had no idea he'd be here, thinking that everyone else had gone to sleep already.

Bob cleared his throat and swiped his bowl to the side. His dinner now forgotten about and directed his attention towards you. You felt like a deer caught in headlights.

You were planning on giving his shirt back but you kept on delaying up until now.

"Oh uh --...hey love." Bob stutters slightly while he drinks in your appearance. Which was very out of character for him, even making Ava stop dead in her tracks from the sudden pet name.

The muscles of your cheeks began to rise as you felt yourself smile at the sweet nickname that he had given you. Bob on the other hand? Felt himself swoon whenever you gave him that smile of yours.

Yelena returned from the pantry with a bottle of water in his hand with a shit eating grin on her face. Giving knowing glances between the two of you.

"Its good to see you too 'lena," you sighed before making your way towards the counter.

"How's your day been beautiful?"

Bob was caught offguard by hearing Ava giving you a pet name as he blinks at her in confusion. Was there something going on between you and Ava that he didn't know about?

He became even more jumpy when he noticed your form taking a seat right next to him.

You fought back the urge to smile again when you noticed the tips of Bob's ears turning red. He looked like a puppy begging for attention. Nonetheless you turn back to Sam to answer his question.

"My days been eventful, to say the least. I mean I made some new adjustments to my suit so it could take in more volts of energy-"

Ava nodded and promted you to carry on. You spoke about the drills you had done with John and Bucky aswell.

Bob had tuned out of the conversation. He rested his head on his palm as a lovesick sigh escaped his lips. He followed the way your mouth moved while you talked and the way your hair would bounce slightly from every gesture you'd make.

Seeing the way your eyes would sparkle whenever you'd talk about something you're interested in.

Bucky considered himself lucky to be in your presence and the way the light above them gave you a warm glow. He didn't even notice the conversation dying down as you, Ava and Yelena turned their heads towards him.

You looked at him with concern while Yelena muffled her laugh behind her hand. She saw how smitten her best friend looked which only convinced her more to get you two together.

"Bob hon', are you ok?"

Ava let out a choked laugh at the nickname. You gave her a light glare as she calmed herself down.

Your body was fully facing the now flustered Bob, he almost flinched out of instinct when your cold hand met his burning cheeks.

"Geez Bobby you're burning up, are you feeling ok?" You started to get worried, thinking maybe he had gotten a fever.

"Mmh? I'm feelin' fine though." Bob murmured as he looked like he was going to collapse right there in your arms. Getting absolutely drunk from the attention you were giving him.

"I'd say otherwise," Ava mumbled to herself in amusement as she excused herself, also dragging Yelena with her despite her protests.

She believed that the two needed some privacy so she had the fabulous idea of locking you two in.

"Seriously guys?!" You yelled when the shut the door on you both. Knowing that there was no use in chasing after them, you turn to face Bob again.

Bob saw the way your mouth was still moving but he couldn't focus on the words that you were saying. If this was anyone else, he wouldn't even let them touch him. Depending on the person ofcourse, like Yelena.

But it was you. The woman that had the ability to make his heart hurt from how lovely you were. He'd never felt so much love for someone in a long time and it kind of scares him.

You were still patting his cheek, feeling the slightly rough stuble beneath your skin. You also moved stray hairs out of his face and tucked it behind his ears. He wanted to say something but no words came out.

"Maybe we should head to the med bay to get yourself checked out." You were about to get up to leave until you felt a strong grip on your arm as Bob made you sit back down again.

"Do you not want to go?" You asked in confusion as you tilted your head. Bob froze as he tried to figure out what he should do next.

His hands slowly reached up towards your cheeks and gently caressed them with his thumb. He was impossibly close now, his nose practically touching yours.

You were surprised at how bold he was being but you weren't one to complain. But still, you waited to see what he would do next.

The faint scent of your shampoo and conditioner fills his nostrils. Your peer into his deep blue eyes, his pupils were dilated but oh so full of love.

You hesitated, and rightfully so. Bob had the tendency to fluctuate his mood so you weren't sure whether you should take advantage of the situation.

Bob brushes his lips against yours, testing the waters. Not knowing if you wanted this or not. Without a second to waste, you pressed your lips fully against his.

They molded together perfectly, you don't know why you waited so long to feel this, to feel him.

His lips were like you imagined, soft and plump with a hint of cinnamon since he just started eating his dessert.

But a distant voice at the back of Bob's head made him pull away.

You noticed the way his eyes filled with worry, knowing something was bothering him. He lets out a shaky breath as you feel a slight shift in his demeanour, as if trying to hold something or someone at bay.

"Would you... want someone like me? I mean -... you don't think I'm...pathetic?" A hurt laugh escaped his lips as he mentions the last part.

"Darling, is that the reason why you're so hesitant?" Your heart hurt squeezed at the thought of him even thinking of being unworthy of love.

You lift his chin up so that he'd make eye contact with you again.

"You know...I fell for you for a reason, Bob. That means every part of you, including your insecurities. Because... that's what makes you human, just like us."

He couldn't help but smile brightly at your statement as all his worries leaving him in an instant. The voice that was nagging him not a moment ago, vanished. As if it wasn't there in the first place.

You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips to start off, causing Bob to become even more giddy than usual. Then turning into laughter as you pepper his face with kisses before pressing one last kiss on his now pink lips. Due to the excess tint from your lipbalm.

"Thanks for believing in me..." Bob whispers against your lips as he peers down at you through his lashes.

"Always," you whispered back in a slightly quieter tone while brushing the stray hair away from his eyes.

You silently ask for Bob's permission with your eyes, which he answered with a firm nod before leaning back in once again.

He lets out a surprised gasp against your mouth when you took a seat on his lap for better access. Taking the chance to show him how much you truly loved the man beneath you.

The rest of the world faded around you as you both got lost in time. It was beginning to get hard to breathe as he pulls you against him to deepen the kiss. You felt a butterflies deep in your stomach that you never felt before with anyone.

Bob could taste the slight hint of strawberry on your tongue from the candy you had eaten just before taking a shower. In another bold act of gesture, he takes the opportunity to fully immerse himself in the kiss and sucks lightly on your bottom lip. Wanting to taste more.

His hands were all over you and he had a hard time keeping himself under control. Giving your hips a gentle squeeze while you sat on his lap.

He whimpers against your lips while you gently prod and nibble on his bottom lip, the soft muscle becoming swollen.

Literally, anyone could walk in and see you two, but clearly that wasn't on their mind at the moment.

But eventually you both had to pull away for air, your cheeks were flushed but you were content. Smiling softly down at the adorable brunette below you. Bob lightly nuzzled his nose against yours while both your breaths became foggy due to the cold air in the kitchen.

"So Sunshine....can I finally call you mine?"

Before he could answer you hear the sound of muffled talking in the hallway and they were headed straight towards the kitchen.

You two quickly scrambled off eachother and tried to act casual. Bob picked at his now cold food while you rummaged through the fridge.

"Cut the act you two. We already know what happened." A teasing voice called out. "By the way, we have pictures as proof."

You internally groan as you turn to see Ava with a smirk on her face with Yelena having the same amused look.

"So, are you two dating now?" Ava asks while she looks between you and Bob.

You huffed as you made your way over to Bob, who was already standing up from his seat and stood beside the chair awkwardly. You reached his height by tiptoeing slightly and placed a firm yet soft kiss on his cheek.

Bob's face turned almost bright red while Ava and Yelena both looked at you in disbelief.

Which only made the situation all the more amusing. They didn't expect you to be so bold.

"I guess we are," you respond with a doting smile as Bob shared the same look he'd always had.

Lovesick.

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[luna-azzurra]

Ways I Write a Woman...

➤ Who’s Tired of Being Talked Over

You ever watch someone hold in a scream behind their teeth? That’s her, constantly.

✧ She starts choosing her words like landmines. Each one is sharp, controlled, and timed like a threat. She’s learned that being polite won’t get her listened to, but sounding like you might flip a table will. ✧ She’s mastered the art of the silence that feels loud. Doesn’t fill awkward gaps. Just lets the discomfort sit in the air like smoke. ✧ She explains things with forced calm, the kind that sounds like a teacher asking a second-grade class why the hamster is missing. ✧  She notices interruptions like bruises. She doesn’t react to them anymore, not out loud. But you can bet she counts them. ✧ She repeats herself less. Not because they understood her the first time. Because they never listened anyway. ✧ She’s learned how to weaponize eye contact. Not in a sexy way. In a “I will set this boardroom on fire with my mind” way. ✧ Her voice only shakes when she’s deciding if it’s worth the explosion.

➤ Who’s Been Called ‘Too Much’ Her Whole Life

She isn’t too much. She’s just tired of shrinking for people who were never going to make room anyway.

✧ She says the thing you’re not supposed to say. Then stares at you to see what you’ll do with it. ✧ She’s loud with her laugh, loud with her grief, loud with her love, because if she’s going to be punished for being “extra,” she might as well be honest about it. ✧ She over-explains. Over-apologizes. Then catches herself and stops halfway through the sentence. ✧  She tries to “tone it down” and ends up sounding like a censored version of herself, bland, miserable, unfinished. ✧ She edits her texts four times, deletes the paragraph, sends “haha ok :)” instead. ✧ She keeps her hands busy because otherwise they’d be doing something reckless. ✧  She overcompensates with sarcasm and then goes home and wonders if everyone hates her. ✧  She’s loved fiercely. Regretted it more fiercely. ✧  She walks into a room like she owns it, and then spends the entire time wondering if she should have stayed home.

➤ Who Wants to Be Soft but Doesn’t Feel Safe

She's gentle, but that gentleness lives under twenty layers of armor. And most people never even get past the first. ✧  She’s careful with her compliments, she knows how people weaponize kindness. ✧  She keeps her vulnerability behind locked doors and guards them with jokes, sarcasm, and “I’m just tired.” ✧ She’ll comfort others like she was born to do it, but flinch if someone offers her the same. ✧ She avoids mirrors on bad days. Eye contact on good ones. ✧ She cries where no one can see. Car bathrooms. Locked bedrooms. Grocery store parking lots at night. ✧ She doesn’t ask for help. Not because she doesn’t need it, but because the last time she did, it came with a price. ✧ She’s soft with animals, with children, with strangers, but not herself. Never herself. ✧ She daydreams about being taken care of, then immediately gets mad at herself for wanting something so “weak.” ✧ She wants love, but she’s terrified of being known. Because if someone really saw her? What if they didn’t stay?

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[81pastrys]

He’s Married?!

Summary— Oscar brings a baby to track and hides the fact it’s his while his wife deems they should tell the world about them

Warnings— secret relationship ; secret baby

A/N— I started writing this and went off-topic but I kept going and couldn’t stop myself 😭 (streamer is sort of like this as well just Lando based)

Oscar One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Request— hihi, if possible could you do a oscar piatri fic, in which he married young and forgot to mention it, and the grid finds out (ive read a few fics with this plotline and im in love) -🤍 @fctnllvrs

Oscar was very closed off, meaning absolutely no one expected him to arrive at the paddock with a baby carrier. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend or hookups or even a wife?!

“Mate who got you baby sitting on media day?” Lando joked lightheartedly. Oscar flushed a pink color and laughed it off.

“Not too good of an idea, huh?” He joined Lando’s banter hoping to ward off the ‘it’s actually my kid and I’ve been married since F2’ conversation.

Oscar went about his day, holding the little boy and doing his duties while simultaneously keeping up with the infants needs.

His wife insisted he take the boy for the day, she needed to catch up at home and it was the Australian Grand Prix. Oscar’s mum insisted she stay behind and help with organizing and cleaning up the house with Oscar’s wife.

The reporters were intrigued and asked him questions as well. “Who’s this little one?” Lawrence Baretto asked. Oscar smiled and held his baby boy to show the camera.

“This is Arlo.” Oscar said before returning his son to his chest where the baby sighed contentedly into him. No more questions followed but media had their suspicions.

Socials were no help at all to any fans or media stalkers, Oscar and his wife kept a low private social life. They never officially announced their wedding nor first born anywhere other than texts between families.

Oscar returned to his driver room and started getting Arlo ready for a nap, meaning changing the little boys diaper. If there was one thing the baby absolutely despised, it was getting changed.

There were loud cries and screams as Oscar did so, trying to keep the boy calm. “Such big feelings little man, it’s okay.” He soothed, rubbing the boys tummy when he was done. “Shhh daddy’s got you, it’s alright.” Now that Arlo was dressed and back on Oscar chest, he was calm and no longer a screaming, crying mess.

Oscar did slip up and call himself daddy though, hoping the scream died that out. Until Lando walked in quietly, shutting the door behind him. His face of pure shock and disbelief.

“Sorry, just trying to get him to sleep for a little.” Oscar said quietly with a few nods. Lando’s face softened at the little boy droopy eyed on Oscar’s chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Lando whisper yelled, stirring the little one. “I’m sorry little man.” He apologized looking to Arlo after he flinched at Lando’s little shouting.

“Tell you what?” Oscar asked, puzzled. He didn’t realize Lando walked in on him saying ‘daddy’s got you’ so he’s left out of the loop.

“That Arlo is yours! Mate do you even have a girlfriend?” Lando asked, still quiet as for no one else to hear. “Oscar this is fucking huge! You’ve been flaunting him all day too.”

“Language and no I don’t have a girlfriend.” Oscar said to build suspense. Lando looked stressed at that comment. “I have a wife, who was overwhelmed at the mess from looking over him 24/7.” He smiled watching Lando relax.

“God mate you’re insane, how long?” Lando chuckled. He looked to Arlo as a nephew now, the sweet little boy sleeping on Oscar’s chest now a part of the McLaren family.

“4 years next month.” Oscar said looking as if he had to think about it. “Yes, I know. I don’t regret marrying her though.” Lando softened, why had Oscar kept this all a secret for so long?

“Secrets safe with me, but media is going to start speculating little Arlo here.” Lando reminded. Oscar nodded. He knew the risks and felt there wasn’t much need to hide it all anymore.

The day was done and Oscar went home to his wife and mum, a tidy home with barely any evidence that a newborn had taken over.

“How was track today? Was Arlo good?” His wife asked, scooping the newborn from his carrier. Arlo immediately relaxed in his mums hold.

“Good, I mean media is on my ass and Lando knows about us.” Oscar said casually. She hadn’t cared much about keeping it all a secret but she also didn’t want to push Oscar into it. “I was getting Arlo ready for a nap, you know how he is and when I went to calm him down Lando heard me call myself daddy so.” He laughed.

“He won’t tell anyone?” She asked, curious on Lando’s secrecy on things. “I know you trust him.”

“Yeah I mean I don’t see any threats of him just blatantly saying it or anything, it’s only a matter time people find out.” Oscar shrugged.

“Well if you want to do it before he accidentally does, we have hospital or maternity photos you could post.” She smiled, slightly joking. Oscar smiled with her and kissed her head.

“The house looks amazing by the way, you and mum did a good job tidying up.” He praised the cleanliness of the house that was once a mess. “I’ll send some pictures over to my media manager to post tomorrow before practice.”

She was going to be present for the race, but not the extras before. Arlo would not fare well with the long hours of sitting around in an unfamiliar place with loud noises.

Like Oscar said, scheduled posts from the hospital were posted the next day before he arrived at track. Him, his wife, and baby Arlo in their arms while cozied in a hospital bed widespread like wild fire.

Questions galore from reporters, congratulations from other drivers and shock from finding out the last 5 years were kept secret. Headliners read ‘Find out which McLaren driver kept wife and child under wraps for nearly 5 years’ or ‘Papaya driver released surprising post of family’ insanity flooded his phone.

The race day was even more overwhelming, fans and reporters hounding on his wife and Arlo now. Oscar was not having that. “Give them space, back up!” He said annoyed at the proximity of the people. His wife found a comfortable place in the garage where no one would bother her too much and Oscar checked in on her.

“We’re fine Osc, go do your McLaren stuff!” His wife insisted. She knew he had lots to do before a race, but he only seemed concerned on her and Arlo.

“Can I hold him before I have to go out?” Oscar asked. It was 30 minutes until he had to be in his car. She nodded and handed the boy over. “Such a sweet, loving boy.” He cooed. “I’m going to win my home race, just for you and Mama.” He whispered. He kissed the baby’s forehead and handed him back. He gave his wife a kiss as well and headed to his car on the grid.

I’m just getting over a sinus infection so apologies for being inactive.

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @kallanfiona @chertik-007vvv (its Kinda dad Oscar)

[gay-dorito-dust]

soft bob becuase bob is soft and deserves soft. e

Yelena didn't need to be an expert to know why Bob was standing in the doorway, watching you as you read a book, completely unaware of the awkwardly pinning man with the dark locks that glowed golden in the light.

It was innocent kind of love that Bob had for you, nothing within his eyes other then pure adoration and fondess for the person with unwavering paitience, the glue and heart of the group as many have called you and for good reson. Yelena sees how Bob fiddles with the sleeves of his baggy sweater, or how he shifts from one foot to another, he wanted to talk to you but couldn't find it within him to interput your moment of peace from your chaotic teammates and their exploits.

'They don't bite you know.' Yelena smiles upon seeing Bob jolt and look at her with wide eyes, embarresed that he had been caught lingering in the doorway of the makeshift library of the Watchtower, something you had demanded to have before moving in and it offered plently of benifits for not only yourself but Bob too; it acted as a safe haven for him when things became too much, or when he just needed to be where you've been when you were away on missions with the group.

'i wasn't- i was just-' Bob tried to explain himself poorly, much to Yelena's amusement.

'staring at (name) longinly like a puppydog?' She asks with a smile gorwing across her face, finally having some normality in having someone to tease for their innocent crush, especially when that crush of Bob's happened to be you because if there was any two people who'd belonged together it's you and Bob. 'It's cute really but i'm sure (name) wouldn't mind you joining them, if anything i'd think they would be happy to have you join them.' She encourages Bob who only smiles as he looks down at his hands, a nervous habbit he would do when he felt too exposed for his liking.

'I'm not so sure.' Bob trails off as he glances up at you, sitting on a comfy chair that faced the wall to floor glass windows, allowing the light to bath you in an ethreal glow or maybe that's just how he always saw you from the moment he had met you, but there was always this warmth that followed afterwards and filling him with a sense of calm. 'I don't wan't to ruin their alone time, i mean they've come here for a reason and i don't want to be a-

Yelena gives him a ponted look when he was about to put himself down, especially when it came to wanting to spend time with you, but not wanting to in fear that you didn't want him to and how you wouldn't feel the same warmth he felt when just looking at you. Yelena knows that this was false becuase she had noticed how you would always want Bob to sit next to you for just about anything, whether it was movie night or dinner, you always saved a seat for Bob next to you without fail and it was enough for her to know for certain that you reciprocated his feelings.

'Don't. Don't put yourself down becuase i know they would be happy, estatic even to have sit by them even if it's just to read a book, or to watch a moive, Bob they want you to be near them all the time.' Yelena reassured as she held Bob by his shoulders, hoping that her words would sink in and allow himself to be happy and get to share that happiness with you like she wants you both too. 'So just go in there and sit next to them and you'll see what i mean.' she adds as she gives Bob an encouraging shove towards the door.

Bob looks back at her with those wide eyes of his, seeing her give him a thumbs up, before looking straightforward and seeing you still sat on the comfy chair bathed in a golden light just like the last time he had looked at you. He takes a deep breath and forces his nerves into becoming still and steady, just enough to let himself braving the first step across the doorway and into the library, just as the coldness of the hallway seemingly vanished and was replaced by a calming warmth; something he had associated with you almost as though you were welcoming him without having looked at him from your book.

Yet one stray floorboard seemed to give him away as it creeked under his weight, making him freeze and you look up from your book for thr first time since you got there, smiling immeditely upon seeing Bob who looked as though a deer in headlights. You set aside your book after bookmarking your palace in order to give Bob your undevided attention, happy to see him where you felt most at ease and calm. 'Hi Bob, can i help you?' You asked.

'no- i mean i just-' Bob stops himself to compose his thoughts, to let himself breath out his anxiety, and tries again as he sees you smiling at him as though he hung the stars in the sky himelf. 'i wanted to ask if you've got room for one more?' He asks, hunchung his shoulders and trying to make himself as small as he possibly could in hopes of not intimidating you into agreeing, yet it seemed as though none of that was necessary as you were quick to pat the comfy chair next to you.

'for you? there's always room for one more.' You told him and Bob felt a weight leave his chest as he smiles and hurries to take his seat next to you, almost tripping over his own two feet in the midst of his excitment, something that made your smile wider as he makes himself comfortable unaware that his thigh was presssed against yours deliciously as though it was meant to be as you two were. Bob reciprocated your smiles and graciously take the throw blanket that you seemingly produced out of nowhere and drapped it across his lap and fiddles with it between his fingers.

You two made light conversation as you talked about the books you have read so far, not notcing that Yelena was watching you both as you smiled, laughed ans sheepishly looked away when caught staring at one another for a second longer then to be taken as platonic. You both deserved this and Yelena was certain to make sure no one ruins it for the both of you, as your biggest supporter she had been waiting for the day you'll say something towards one another, but she was paitient and is willing to suffer seeing more adorable shared moments until you both see that you belonged together and confess.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Home Is Where You Are

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader (Mom!Paige x Mom!Y/N)

Fandom: WNBA-Dallas Wings

Summary: 14 hour shifts, wnba mom and a cute little 7 year old… sounds like home

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @iwasbored-okay

PAIGE’S POV

The sound of little feet hitting the floor makes me pause the show playing in the background—some rerun of Bluey, I think.

Ashton’s been asleep for about two hours now.

We’d done the whole bedtime routine—bath, stories, warm milk, even extra snuggles in his Star Wars blanket.

I’d kissed his forehead and tucked him in like always.

So hearing the pitter-patter of those socked feet at almost 11 p.m. makes my heart race a little.

I sit up, stretching an arm over the side of the bed just in case he makes it all the way to our room.

Sure enough, he appears at the doorway, hair tousled and his little pajama shirt clinging to him like he’d just been sweating in his sleep. His stuffed frog, Franklin, dangles from one hand.

“Mommy?” he says in that sleepy, trembling voice that makes my chest ache.

“I’m here, baby,” I say instantly, scooting back and pulling the blanket up.

He doesn’t hesitate. He practically leaps into the bed and wiggles his way under the covers beside me.

“Did you have a bad dream?” I whisper, brushing some curls off his forehead. He nods and curls into my side like he’s still unsure if I’m real.

“I… I dreamed you were gone,” he mumbles, clutching Franklin tighter.

“Like… both of you were gone, and the house was empty, and it was raining inside. The TV was on but it was all broken.”

I pull him even closer.

“Oh, bubba,” I sigh, kissing the top of his head. “You know we’d never leave you, right?”

“I had to run down the hall to make sure you were still here,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper now. “When I saw you in bed, I felt better.”

I blink a few times, heart full and breaking all at once. “Well, I’m here. And you’re safe. Mama’s just working a long shift tonight, remember?”

He nods again, but he doesn’t let go of me.

“Wanna watch something with me?” I ask softly. “We can put on Disney Junior.”

“Bluey?” he murmurs.

“You got it.”

I grab the remote from the nightstand and flick it to Disney Junior. The screen lights up the room in a soft glow, and Ashton settles in, cheek resting on my arm as the opening theme plays.

“Mama’s gonna be home when you wake up,” I tell him.

“I know,” he whispers, and I hear the exhaustion finally start to take over his voice. “I just wanted to be with you…”

“I always want to be with you too, bub.”

He falls asleep like that, one small hand tucked against my side and the other wrapped around Franklin.

And even though it’s late and I’m a little sore from practice earlier, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Y/N’S POV

The hospital hallway smells like antiseptic and black coffee, and I can’t tell anymore whether the hum in my ears is from the lights or from being on my feet for fourteen straight hours.

It’s 4:47 a.m.

The overnight shift is brutal.

Worse when it’s back-to-back with another one tomorrow. But someone’s gotta do it.

And truth be told—I miss my family so much it aches.

The only reason I got through tonight was because Paige sent a selfie around 9 p.m. of her and Ashton cuddled on the couch, both wearing their Dallas Wings hoodies, eating popcorn and making faces at the camera.

I live for those pictures.

I live for them.

I glance at my phone again while changing out of my scrubs in the locker room.

Paige B.

“He’s in bed. We watched Bluey and ate too many Oreos. Love you.”

sent 11:13 p.m.

I smile, small and tired, as I slip on my hoodie and head toward the parking garage.

The drive home is blurry.

My body aches, but my mind is running on one track: I need a shower, I need my girl, and I need to kiss my son good morning even if he’s still asleep.

The front door creaks as I push it open, and I’m extra careful with the key.

The house is quiet, dark, but I hear the faint sound of a TV still running somewhere—cartoon voices, soft and steady.

The hallway to our room feels longer in the silence.

And then I see it: the glow of the TV playing Bluey, Paige curled up under the blanket, and Ashton snuggled tight against her, his little hand still gripping Franklin.

God, they’re beautiful.

Paige is facing him but I can tell she’s not in a deep sleep.

It’s that kind of half-rest she always falls into when she’s waiting for me.

I backtrack to the bathroom, turning the water on low and hot, tiptoeing through the routine to avoid waking anyone.

The shower hits my skin and I wince.

But not from the hotness of the water.

It’s been a long day.

A brutal one.

I just want to scrub the hospital off of me and crawl into bed between the two loves of my life.

I’m just washing my arms when I hear the door creak open.

“Ma?” Paige’s voice is soft, raspy, still half-asleep.

I turn and smile as she steps in, blinking through the steam.

She doesn’t say anything else.

Just steps in behind me, arms sliding around my waist as her cheek presses to my shoulder.

“You should be asleep,” I murmur.

“I don’t fully sleep when you’re not home,” she says, and I feel her lips kiss the top of my spine. “How was your shift?”

“Exhausting,” I admit, leaning into her touch.

“Let me help,” she whispers.

She takes the loofah from me gently and begins washing my back, slow and tender, like I’m made of glass.

Her fingers trail behind each motion, pressing soft, familiar circles into my shoulders, down my spine.

Her lips kiss just below my neck.

“I missed you,” I breathe.

“I missed you more,” she counters.

The water runs warm between us, and it feels like the whole world fades for a minute.

There’s no hospital.

No overtime.

No sore muscles.

Just her.

Her touch.

Her love.

After a few more minutes, we rinse off, dry each other in soft, tired silence, and slip back into bed.

Ashton hasn’t moved an inch.

He’s in the exact same spot—except now, his hand is outstretched slightly, like he was waiting for someone else to return.

I slip into the bed and press a kiss to his forehead.

Paige pulls the blanket over us and slides in behind me, her arm wrapping around both me and Ashton.

Her chin rests lightly against my shoulder.

“TV okay?” she mumbles, eyes already starting to flutter closed again.

“Perfect,” I whisper.

The screen glows in the dim room, playing a soft, familiar theme song.

And even though I’m bone tired, my heart is so full it could burst.

Later That Morning. After I had only a few hours of sleep and the sun is peaking through the curtains more.

I’m now half-awake when I feel little fingers tapping my arm.

“Mama?” Ashton’s voice is tiny.

I blink open my eyes. “Hey, bub…”

“You’re home!” he beams, climbing over Paige to smush himself into my arms.

I pull him close, pressing my nose into his curls. “I’m home.”

“I had a bad dream,” he mumbles again. “But Mommy let me sleep with her. She said you’d be back.”

“She was right.”

I glance over and see Paige still half-asleep, smiling into the pillow.

“Wanna watch Bluey again?” I ask him.

“Only if you stay with us this time.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I hold him tight, Paige’s hand finding mine under the blanket.

Disney Junior keeps playing.

And just like that—we’re whole again.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[ghouljams]

Nikolai first strikes up a conversation with you while you're sitting alone in a bar. Your friends have made their way outside for a smoke, and you—ever so thoughtful—volunteered to stay back to keep an eye on the table's drinks and purses. You're so polite—nodding along when he speaks, interjecting with meaningful questions and letting out delightful snorts when he cracks wise.

He realizes just how pliant you are once he's fucking you with your face pressed into the pillow. There's no pesky squirming, just sweet muffled moans and the way your back arches obediently when he presses on it.

After a while it dawns on him just how long your air-supply has been suppressed by the pillow and he's quick to reach down and turn your head to the side. A kind of morbid fascination fills him when he watches you reflexively gasp for the fresh oxygen. Christ, do you not have any self-preservation instinct? What would have happened if he hadn't intervened? Would you have passed out beneath him without warning or complaint?

Nikolai recognizes that someone like you isn't to be taken for granted. Others would take advantage of your desire to please, hurting you in the process. He couldn't have that now, could he? You deserve a firm, loving hand and he deserves a devoted pet. It's like he has no choice but to keep you.

Now whenever Nik has to endure stories of his friend's failed flings he just laughs and shakes his head. "Couldn't be me, my любимая is so sweet for me. Isn't that right, моя умница?"

Hunting is a young man's game, it's why Nikolai prefers fishing. Silent and meditative, waiting for the fish to find his bait before he reals them in. He likes you the same way: gasping for air, eyes glassy, floundering against his grip with no hope of escape. A single well placed slice behind the gills. It's so much more... humane.

You're not suited for self-preservation, not in this world at least. You wander about with legs that shake like a fawn's, finding your place in the world under someone else's protection, a fish out of water. It's his fault really, he knows there's no point in something as pretty as you having to breed decisions behind those wet eyes, knows that soft things like you live better as treasured pets. There was a time when you wouldn't have had anything to do with your body but sit and look pretty, softened and plied with food and drink by hands gifted the divine right of kings. This modern world is too much for something like you.

It's lucky you fell into Nik's hands when you did, lucky that he recognized you for what you were before anyone else did. He needs nothing more than to feel you wrap your arms around his shoulders, than to feel the weight of you settle in his lap, than to listen to the soft breaths you take as you fall asleep, safe and sound, in the circle of his influence.

Quite a smart thing, finding him the same way butterflies find a crocodile's tears. Symbiotic. He could no more survive without you, than you could survive without him. You even out his edges, scrape away the filth that he tracks through life. You pull his head to your breast and coo your own praises with a slurred tongue. You don't flinch when he sinks his teeth into you, when he wraps his hand around your throat and watches your lashes flutter.

There is no reassurance like the glaze of your eyes, the part of your lips, the clutch of your sweet cunt, when he presses the sharp edge of a posture collar to your jaw. It could be anything, a knife, a gun, rusted metal or freshly oiled pistons, you'd trust him all the same, allow the treatment all the same. He doesn't need you to prove yourself to him, no grand gesture could echo as proudly as the way you suffocate yourself in pillows.

You poor thing. Need Nikolai to give you the air in your lungs too, huh? He's already taken care of everything else, so why not one more thing? Leave brains and ambition for the mammals, little fish.

[gotaksboyfie]

can u do a baku smut hcs thankzzz ‼️

baku nsfw hc's

general

» he's huge. like thick and girthy, with a nice length to it, somewhere around 7in. he'll almost always give you some type of belly bulge, and it's so hot to him. it always takes a crazy amount of prep for you to comfortably take him all, and even then it still feels like he's splitting you open.

» loves creampies so much its insane. seeing his cum trickle out of you is enough to get him going again. he'll push his cum back and start fingering you softly, making you whine in oversensitivity before slamming back into you without warning. he also has a huge breeding kink, always muttering something about it.

» is aware of his strength, and uses it to his advantage. baku loves fucking you against a wall where you're helpless and at his mercy. you can't do anything except claw at his back from the pleasure

» speaking of being helpless.. he likes making you take it. it's easy for him to just pin you down and fuck you senseless. he's big into overstimulation and always milks you dry this way

» has some insane stamina. he can go multiple rounds in a row and still be up for more, even if you're on the verge of passing out. on days where he's pent up, you better pray that he's satisfied soon. if not, you'll be used relentlessly by baku

» pace is fast and rough. he doesn't have to do much movement to go deep, so he focuses on speed. some precision is lost because of it, but he still hits all the right spots. definitely a cervix bruiser

» pretty big fan of bondage, more on you than him. even tied up he can easily break out of them, so it's more about self control on his end. his favorite aspect about bondage is seeing how pretty you look in the ropes. seeing how sensitive you get is a delight to baku

» a huge tease. he'll bring you so close to the edge just to stop his actions completely, feigning innocence when you complain. it's not his fault that you're just so fun to play with. he also won't do anything first unless you admit exactly what you want, solely because you always get too flustered to say it. he enjoys watching you get desperate for him, to the point of swallowing your pride.

» hes very prone to getting boners. if you "accidentally" drop something and bend over in front of him to grab it, he pops a semi almost instantly. just a couple kisses and his cock is almost rock hard, pressing against your thigh.

» definitely dominant. watching you submit to him gets him so turned on. knowing that you trust him enough to go into subspace around him is something that he'll always cherish. also, setting punishments for you when you break one of his rules is so fun to him. sometimes its orgasm denial, sometimes its spanking, or sometimes its edging. the options are endless and baku is very creative when it comes to them.

» an ass guy for sure. he's obsessed with watching it bounce with every thrust, and how red it gets when he spanks you. he can't control his strength around you, so it always leaves your ass a deep red and slightly bruised.

» i feel like he'd be into some dubcon/cnc. of course he wont do anything without your consent, but hearing you plead for him to stop without saying your safe-word turns him on more than he'd like to admit. you can say it's too much all you want, but baku knows that you still want more since you haven't safe-worded yet

» not a huge fan of hickeys, but likes them in moderation. too many is slightly embarrassing, so he stops you after maybe 2 or 3 visible ones. he'd like giving you hickeys too, but he has other means of marking you up (bruises)

» bigggg on aftercare. he always looks forward to the intimacy of it (and seeing the aftermath of what he did to you). baku knows he can be rough, so he wants to know that you're okay mentally and physically after

fin

[leashybebes]

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together for BuckTommy?

it's late, i know. but on the plus (?) side, it got away from me a bit so have 1k plus of mostly just...them being cute.

"I wanted to take you before," Buck says, casual, because they're trying to get better at talking about before, at not just pretending that Tommy kissed him and they got together and everything was fine. "But the viewing conditions were bad all last year."

"Yeah? There a reason for that, or just bad luck?"

It means keep talking, and Buck smiles. Tommy really - he makes Buck feel smart. Makes him feel interesting.

"Just luck, I think," Buck says, and frowns. "I don't know if there's some kinda…pattern to it, maybe? I bet Karen could build an algorithm. Did anyone at Harbor lose their minds over that treasure hunt a few years back or were you guys all too busy being cool?"

"I may have been roped into planning a search grid or two," Tommy says with a grin. "Are we taking food with us?"

"Just snacks," Buck says. "I figured we'd swing by a 24 hour diner on our way home."

"Burgers and milkshakes at 3a.m. honestly sounds perfect," Tommy says. He doesn't take his eyes off the road, but he reaches out for Buck, brings his hand up to kiss his knuckles. "We talking gas station snacks or Trader Joe's?"

"I could do some serious damage to an overpriced salad right now."

"Gotcha."

Once they're loaded up with Buck's overpriced salad and Tommy's over seasoned chips they're able to make the drive out towards Malibu a fairly leisurely one. Once they get to the beach, Buck decides it was worth the tradeoff to head out of the city rather than to one of the ticketed events - it's going to be cold, but it's fairly quiet, just a few clusters of other people dotted around. 

Tommy spreads their blanket on the sand and Buck settles against him. The sound of the waves is a lovely background soundscape and Buck lets it wipe the long, long week away for a few moments.

"Hey," he says when Tommy hands him his salad. "Did you know this is one of my favorite beaches?"

"I don't think I did," Tommy says. "How come?"

"The tide pools," Buck says eagerly. "I brought Jee a few times and we saw so many good critters."

"Yeah? We'll have to come back in daylight and you can show me…all the gross water bugs your heart desires."

Buck snorts with laughter and presses his face into Tommy's shoulder. "You are under no obligation to look at fascinating water bugs with me, you big baby."

"Okay, but I would," Tommy says.

"I know you would. It's fine. I'll just carry on bringing the tiny children who won't have to feign interest through gritted teeth."

"I will happily wait in the car," Tommy says, kissing the top of Buck's head. "Fetch ice creams. Make interested sounds from a safe distance."

"Big baby," Buck says again, fonder than he can possibly express.

"Alright, alright. C'mon, tell me about this meteor shower."

"Okay," Buck says, and pulls Tommy down so they're side by side on the blanket. "We're looking…here," he says, tracing a circle in the sky above them. 

"Gotcha," Tommy says, and inches a little closer, looking up along the line of Buck's arm.

"Did - " Buck breaks off to yawn. "DId you know the Geminids are really unusual?"

"How so?"

"So they come from an asteroid, not a comet. There's only one other shower like that, I think, and it's not as regular."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm. It's called 3200 Phaethon, and it gets closer to the sun than any other named asteroid."

"Huh."

"Did you know it's a PHA - potentially hazardous asteroid?"

"I did not know that."

Buck nods and turns his head to look at Tommy, his profile as eye catching as ever, even when it's in darkness.

"Just because of its size though. It actually has a really predictable orbit, so we're not in danger, or anything."

"I'll tell Bruce Willis and Ben Affleck to stand down."

"Huh?"

"Movie," Tommy says. "We'll watch it sometime. I'm sure the science would annoy you, but both Affleck and Liv Tyler are at their prettiest."

Buck laughs and turns onto his side to get closer to Tommy, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Careful," Tommy says. "Don't wanna miss the show." But he cranes his neck to kiss Buck anyway.

"We're not gonna miss it," Buck promises, stealing another kiss. "It was named after the son of the Greek sun god," he says between kisses. "The asteroid."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. Because it - it gets so close."

"The power of Wikipedia right at my fingertips," Tommy says, dancing his fingers up and down the back of Buck's neck for emphasis.

Buck laughs and shivers, shoves his hand inside Tommy's hoodie for warmth and revenge. Tommy half-swallows a yelp and kisses him again. Buck settles closer, craning his neck a little so he can keep an eye on the sky. It is cold, but he's so comfortable, always so comfortable when they settle together like this. 

"The Greek sun god is called Helios, by the way," Tommy says.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm."

"How'd you know that?"

"Oh, I've got useless facts of my own, Buckley. Bit of a myths and legends phase as a kid. For a minute, anyway. Needless to say, the old man didn't approve."

"Asshole," Buck mumbles.

"Ancient Greeks were - " Tommy breaks off to yawn. "Were kinda fruity, you know?"

"I'll fight him."

"My hero," Tommy says. "My Heracles."

"Like the movie?"

Buck can feel Tommy's surprise.

"That's the Roman version, but yeah."

"Watched it w' Jee," he says.

"Evan. Don't fall asleep."

"'m not. Tell me - tell me about Hercules. Heracles. Keep me awake."

"Okay," Tommy says softly. "He was…hm. He was the son of Zeus and a mortal woman. I can't remember her name. Al-something, I think. He was strong, and brave, and clever…"

Buck can feel his eyes closing, can feel Tommy drifting too, but it's okay. A little power nap and they'll still have plenty of time before the moon rises.

"Baby," he hears, Tommy's voice rough with sleep, and he feels a gentle nudge. "Baby, wake up."

"Wha - " the moon is bright, and Buck is abruptly aware that every part of him that isn't touching Tommy is freezing cold. "Shit, we missed it? Oh my god. I can't believe we fell asleep!"

"I know," Tommy says. "I'm sorry. Long week, huh?"

"Yeah. Goddamnit. We could try again tomorrow? Tonight was the peak though, and I think there's gonna be cloud cover tomorrow. Shit."

"Hey, it's okay."

"No, but I really wanted to do this with you."

Tommy squeezes his hand and Buck manages not to shiver at the cold touch of his fingers. Shit, they really have to get out of here.

"There's always next year," Tommy says, and the casual way he says it makes Buck's disappointment fizzle and die in his stomach, replaced by that swooping feeling of love and want and ever so slightly disbelieving gratitude at how far they've come.

"Yeah," Buck agrees. "There's always next year."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝖸𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖺 || 𝖡𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌 || 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗂 || 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖡𝗈𝖻 𝖱𝖾𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 / 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒 / 𝖵𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌

↳ 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖣𝖺𝖽'𝗌 (𝗆𝗈𝗆)

A/n: I know Yelena is an asexual , so don't get on my ass. ( Female Reader )

❥:Yelena Belova as a Girl Mom

Yelena never thought she’d be a mother, but the moment she holds her baby girl in her arms, she’s a goner. Your daughter has soft blonde hair and wide, curious eyes that remind Yelena of herself as a child—before the Red Room stole her innocence.

Yelena is the kind of mom who straps her baby to her chest in a tactical baby carrier, running drills while softly singing Russian lullabies. “You see, little cub, this is how you throw a knife. No, you cannot hold one yet. Maybe when you’re five.”

She’s overly protective, scowling at anyone who dares to glance at her baby girl the wrong way. But at night, when the world is still, Yelena curls up with her daughter, tracing soft circles over her tiny hand, her heart aching with the tenderness she thought she’d lost in the Red Room.

Despite her gruff exterior, she’s surprisingly soft with her and your baby girl. Late at night, when the house is quiet, Yelena sings Russian lullabies, rocking her daughter while pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks.

Yelena smirks when you catch them like that, rolling her eyes. “What? She was crying.” But you know the truth—Yelena’s heart is completely, irrevocably hers.

And when you find them on the couch together, Yelena asleep with their daughter tucked against her chest, a tiny stuffed bear clutched between them, you can’t help but smile. Yelena Belova, the Black Widow, now a soft-hearted girl mom. Who would have thought?

Yelena is fiercely protective of you, her intensity both endearing and overwhelming. She’s the kind of partner who will call every hour when she’s on a mission, her voice a little less steely when she hears yours. “Did you eat? Did you drink water? Did you tell our daughter I love her?”

At home, she’s a different woman—soft, playful, and always finding ways to make you laugh. Yelena’s love language is physical touch. She wraps her arms around you from behind as you make dinner, pressing her cheek to your shoulder while your daughter babbles away in her highchair.

Yelena is not one for grand gestures, but you wake up to sticky notes all over the house with little scribbled hearts and phrases like, “Good job today, mama bear” or “You’re the hottest MILF in Russia.” "Babe we're not in Russia" "still...do not argue with me."

And when you’re exhausted, dealing with a fussy baby and feeling frayed at the edges, Yelena takes over without hesitation, scooping your daughter up and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Go. Take a bath. I got her.” And as you walk away, you hear her singing off-key lullabies in Russian, her voice warm and steady.

❥:Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier as a Girl Dad

Bucky never thought he’d get a second chance at a family. He’s terrified of being a father—especially to a girl. What if he screws her up? What if she’s afraid of him? But the first time his baby girl wraps her tiny hand around his metal finger, Bucky’s world shifts.

She’s his sunshine. Bucky is the kind of dad who will sit on the floor, cradling a doll in his metal arm while their daughter giggles and tries to braid his hair. And when she cries in the middle of the night, Bucky is the one who gets up, shuffling down the hall in sweatpants to rock her back to sleep, murmuring old stories of Brooklyn in the 1940s.

When she gets older, she’s the only one who can melt his stern Winter Soldier exterior. She tugs on his sleeve, and suddenly Bucky is having a tea party with stuffed animals, a frilly pink crown perched atop his head.

You find them both on the living room floor, her sprawled out on Bucky’s chest, both of them fast asleep. And in those moments, you know Bucky has finally found peace.

Bucky is your safe haven. He’s the kind of partner who reads you like a book, noticing every subtle shift in your mood. If you’re tense, he pulls you into his lap, wrapping his metal arm around you, his fingers brushing gentle circles along your back. “Talk to me, doll.”

He’s incredibly tender with you, always mindful of his strength. When you’re holding your daughter, Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder, his nose buried in your hair as he closes his eyes and breathes you in. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your skin. “For giving me this. For giving me both of you.”

He insists on nightly routines—tucking you and your daughter in, even when he’s the one dead tired. And when your little girl is asleep, Bucky curls up behind you, his arm draped protectively over your waist. “You know I love you, right?” he whispers, his lips brushing the back of your neck. “Always.”

❥:Red Guardian as a Girl Dad

Alexei is the loud, boisterous, over-the-top girl dad who insists that their daughter is the “strongest little bear in all of Russia.” From the moment she can walk, he’s trying to teach her how to wrestle, much to your exasperation. “Alexei, she’s two!”

But Alexei is also the kind of dad who gets teary-eyed when his little girl calls him “Papa.” He brags about her to everyone who will listen, even if she just learned how to say “banana.” He makes her tiny weight sets out of soup cans and cheers every time she lifts one. “That’s my little bear! Strong like Papa!”

At night, he tucks her in with dramatic stories of his “glorious Red Guardian days,” his hands making exaggerated gestures as she watches him with wide eyes. And when she finally falls asleep, Alexei stays beside her bed, his giant hand gently stroking her tiny curls as he whispers, “You will be the greatest of us, little bear.”

Alexei is loud, proud, and absolutely infatuated with you. He never stops boasting about you to anyone who will listen. “My woman, the strongest, the most beautiful, the best mama!”

He’s tactile to a fault, always needing to touch you—a hand on your lower back, a kiss pressed to your temple, an arm slung over your shoulders as you carry your daughter on your hip.

When you’re feeling overwhelmed, Alexei insists you rest, practically shoving you onto the couch and wrapping you in a blanket. “Stay. Rest. I will handle it,” he declares, his chest puffed out as he takes your daughter for a walk.

He always know's how to put a smile on your face and your daughters

But the best moments are at night. You find him sitting on the floor with your daughter in his lap, her tiny hands playing with his beard as he softly tells her stories of his “heroic Red Guardian days.” You lean against the doorway, watching the two of them, and Alexei catches your eye, his expression softening. “Come, my love,” he says, patting the floor beside him. “Our family is waiting.”

❥:John Walker as a Girl Dad

John is the overprotective dad who treats their daughter like she’s made of glass. He’s the dad who hovers at the playground, eyes narrowed at any kid who gets too close. “Hey, buddy, you better watch it,” he mutters, despite the fact that the other kid is four.

He's making up for his past mistakes, you two are his world.

But at home, John is a complete softie. He lets his little girl paint his nails a sparkly pink and wears it proudly, even to work. He’s the dad who always brings home a stuffed animal from every mission, his suitcase overflowing with plushies.

When she gets older, he’s the first to volunteer as her coach for every sport, barking out drills like she’s in basic training. But at night, when she has a bad dream, John’s right there, holding her close as he softly sings off-key lullabies, his hand running through her hair. “Daddy’s got you, princess. Always.”

John is a doting yet overprotective partner. He watches you like a hawk, always ready to step in and help, but he also respects your independence, even if it makes him anxious. If you’re carrying the baby and a bag of groceries, he’s already by your side, relieving you of the weight and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I got you.”

At night, he’s the most vulnerable. John rests his head in your lap, letting you run your fingers through his hair as he talks about his fears of not being good enough. “I just… I don’t want to screw this up,” he admits, eyes shining in the low light. “Not with her. Not with you.”

He's terrified he will make the same mistake again, that he'll fuck it up somehow but you always reassure him with a gentle kiss.

He’s also fiercely proud of you. Anytime you do something—whether it’s calming down a tantrum or making dinner—John is there, staring at you with that awed, boyish look in his eyes. “How did I get so lucky?” he mutters, pulling you in for a slow, lingering kiss.

And when he wakes up to find you cradling their sleeping daughter, John stands there for a moment, his chest tight with emotion. “I love you,” he whispers, voice thick. “Both of you.”

❥:Bob Reynolds / Sentry / Void as a Girl Dad

Bob is a man of two extremes—one side a warm, loving father, the other a dangerous, unstable force he prays his daughter never has to see. But when she’s born, her tiny body fitting perfectly against his broad chest, Bob swears he will be the best dad he can be.

When she’s a baby, Bob is the dad who gets up every time she cries, pacing the floor as he rocks her in his arms, his golden aura softly glowing in the dark room. And when she’s older, he’s the dad who builds entire pillow forts that stretch across the living room, pretending to be the Sentry while she plays the fearless knight.

But the Void looms. Sometimes, Bob disappears for days, and when he comes back, his eyes are hollow, his hands shaking. You’re the only one who knows where he’s been, the only one who sees how he collapses in the doorway, whispering, “I don’t want her to see me like this.”

And every time, you gather him in your arms, pressing your forehead to his. “You’re her dad. You’re her hero. And we’ll get through this. Together.”

When their daughter turns five, she brings him a crayon drawing of the Sentry holding her hand, both of them smiling. Bob looks at it for a long time, tears welling in his eyes. “You’re my hero, too, Daddy,” she says, and he pulls her close, holding her like she’s the only light in a world that’s always threatening to go dark

Bob is a man of extremes, but with you, he’s tender, gentle, and desperate to be enough. He’s the kind of partner who leaves love notes everywhere—tucked under your pillow, slipped into your coat pocket, scribbled on a napkin at breakfast. “You are my light,” one reads. “Thank you for staying.”

When the Void claws at him, threatening to drag him down, Bob clings to you like a lifeline, his head buried in your neck as he whispers, “Tell me I’m real. Tell me I’m here.”

You’re his anchor. You’re the one who pulls him back when his mind begins to fracture, holding his face in your hands and pressing your forehead to his. “You’re here, Bob,” you say, voice firm. “You’re with me. You’re with our daughter. You’re home.”

When he’s in his Sentry form, the golden aura surrounding him, you find him on the rooftop, watching over the city like a silent guardian. You stand beside him, your fingers threading through his, and Bob squeezes your hand tightly. “I’d destroy the world for you,” he whispers, voice cracking.

But later, when the Void takes hold, he comes back to you, shattered and afraid, kneeling in front of you as he presses his forehead to your stomach. “Please don’t leave me,” he begs. And you sink to the floor with him, holding him tight, promising that you never will.

[mercvry-glow]

Prologue | In Another Light

In Another Light masterlist - Jack Abbot x Ex!reader

warnings. age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 27), exes to lovers, slow-burnish, jack and reader are really bad at feelings, reader is depressed, overall not too bad, these will matter more as the series goes on.

summary. adjusting to the day shift hadn’t been easy—not after nearly three years of working nights during your ED residency. but for the past year, you’d finally settled into a rhythm: four days on, three off, and staying home alone the rest of the time. it wasn’t glamorous, but it was stable. predictable. jack shattered that fragile peace you had—he had ruined you more than you’d like to admit. so when robby calls, asking if you could cover night shift again for a few weeks, it felt like everything you had built since Jack left unraveled in a matter of seconds.

notes. how are we feelings about this guys? we're starting out strong with some new formatting, so let me know how you like it! i'm genuinely so excited for you guys to read this 😭🫶🏼 this series is my little brain baby.

wc. 1000+

You were no stranger to the darkness. It had once surrounded you, enveloped you in a way no man ever could. Now it crept up the corner of your bedroom—stalking you, waiting to steal the little bit of comfort you had.

Day shift was supposed to be a fresh start.

A year had passed since Jack told you he couldn’t—or didn’t—love you anymore. A year since your world cracked open and swallowed everything that felt safe. Since then, you’d been living in the shell of yourself, caught in some endless purgatory where time moved but nothing truly changed.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you were too young, too idealistic, too willing to believe love could fix what trauma broke. Maybe you mistook his silence for depth, his distance for mystery. Maybe you loved the idea of him more than the man he actually was, even when you tried your best to love every piece of him.

You gave everything—your patience, your softness, the parts of you no one else had touched. And he left you with nothing but questions that still echoed when the apartment went quiet.

The morning sun now poured through the blinds, casting stripes of gold across your tangled sheets and tired body. It was a new day in Pittsburgh, sure—but you still woke up haunted. Haunted by what you could’ve been if only you had been... less.

Less emotional. Less hopeful. Less you.

But that was the thing. You couldn’t cut pieces of yourself away to fit someone else’s mold, and you certainly wouldn’t let a man decide your future.

Not anymore.

So today, you’d shower. You’d go to work. You’d try. 

And maybe that would be enough—for now.

The water shut off with a hollow clunk, leaving only the faint drip-drip-drip of the showerhead and the quiet hum of the city beyond the window. You stood there for a moment, still, watching steam curl against the glass like ghosts with nowhere else to go.

You wrapped yourself in a towel, not really feeling the softness. Everything felt a little muted lately. The air. The light. Even your own skin.

The floor creaked under your weight as you padded back to the bedroom, steam following you like a shroud. Your clothes were piled neatly at the edge of the bed—scrubs folded from the night before, socks tucked into shoes, everything ready. Like muscle memory. Like obligation.

You dressed in silence. No music. No news. No sound beyond the shuffle of fabric and the occasional hum of traffic from the street below. You caught your reflection in the mirror and looked just long enough to recognize yourself, then turned away.

Hair pulled back. Badge clipped. Phone in your pocket.

The apartment was still dark, even though it was morning. You hadn’t opened the blinds in weeks. The plants by the windowsill were starting to lean, thirsty for a little attention, but you didn’t have it in you.

Coffee wasn’t worth the effort today. You’d grab something on the way.

Your keys were where you always left them, hanging off the chipped hook by the door. One last glance around—not because you’d forgotten anything, but because it felt like you should.

Then the door clicked shut behind you.

Another day. Just like the last.

And the one before that.

The minute you locked the door, your phone rang. It wasn’t unusual, but you didn’t talk to a lot of people nowadays.

Keys still in your hand, you pulled your phone from your pocket, thumb already halfway to the green button when you saw the name.

 Robby.

A sigh slipped out before you could stop it, soft and tired. You stared at it for a second, jaw tightening.

“Morning,” you muttered, voice flat.

“Hey, kid,” came Robby’s too-cheerful voice for this time of morning, clearly laced with guilt and caffeine. “Sorry to do this so last minute, but I need you back on night shift for a few days at minimun.”

You stopped walking.

“You’re kidding me, days?” you asked.

“I wish I was, it might be longer. Martinez’s kid came down with something—he’s out for at least the weekend. I need someone solid, and I can’t send Collins or Langdon…”

You leaned against the brick wall of the stairwell, closing your eyes. “So you thought, ‘Hm, who do I know that has just started getting her life together again? Oh, me! Perfect.’”

“I thought, ‘Who’s my favorite human being that I know won’t let me drown?’” he replied.

You snorted. “Flattery’s cheap, Michael.”

“Not flattery if it’s true.”

A beat passed between you.

“You know how nights are, with me” you said more quietly, tone low. “You know why.”

He exhaled slowly on the other end. “I do.”

“And you’re still calling me?”

“I wouldn’t if I had anyone else I trusted to hold the place down.” Another pause. “I’d owe you. Big.”

You looked down at your keys, still clenched in your fist. The street beyond the stairwell buzzed to life around you. You could already feel the lost sleep crawling back over your shoulders.

“You always owe me big,” you muttered.

“That’s because you keep saving my ass,” he said, like it was simple. “But hey, you’ll be working with Shen and Ellis tonight! Night shift dream team.”

“Dream team my ass,” you said, but there was no heat behind it. “You just miss having someone who keeps them in check when all the crazys come in after 3 a.m.”

“Guilty,” he said. “So you in?”

You hesitated, but you already knew the answer.

“Yeah, I’m in.”

“Atta girl. Get some more sleep. You’re gonna need it.”

You ended the call and just stood there for a second, staring down at the pavement.

It was supposed to be a new chapter. A clean slate. Instead, you were flipping back to the pages you'd barely survived the first time.

You thought as you turned around and headed back upstairs, fuck this…

[witchslove]

Thin Walls

Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You stay over at Wanda’s one night after babysitting the boys, only to find out that the walls of her house are very thin.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, masturbation, fingering (w receiving), mentions of oral (w receiving), mommy kink, dirty talk

A/N: This came to me and I had to write it, it’s mainly smut with a little bit of plot. Enjoy my loves!

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It was late when Vision came by to pick up the boys and it was even later when Wanda got home from her work meeting.

Technically your shift babysitting the twins was over as soon as Vision left with them, but you waited up for Wanda, wanting to make sure she got home safely and didn’t need anything else.

And maybe, just maybe, you really wanted to see the redhead before you went home.

You’d had a crush on Wanda since you met her at a family party. She was one of your mom’s friends from college who she’d reconnected with later in life.

Wanda was absolutely stunning and you felt butterflies in your stomach the first time you shook her hand. Everything about the woman was attractive and you couldn’t help but want her. You knew it would never go anywhere, but you couldn’t stop yourself from having feelings for her.

So of course, when your mom suggested you start babysitting her boys, you couldn’t say no.

Wanda thought it was a great idea and her eagerness to have you help her out made your heart flutter.

Now, here you were, curled up on her couch with a movie on while you waited for her to come home, knowing that you could’ve left the second the twins’ father had picked them up.

You heard the lock on the front door over the dull sounds of the movie you put on and when Wanda walked in, she was surprised to see you.

“Oh, hi Y/N! Are the boys still here?” She asked, looking around as she set down her things and took off her coat.

“No ma’am, Vision picked them up about twenty minutes ago,” you responded, feeling nervous as she looked over at you. “I- um, just wanted to make sure you made it home safe. I’ll be leaving now.”

“We’ve been over this, call me Wanda,” she corrected with a smile. “And that’s sweet of you, but it’s pretty late for you to be heading out. Why don’t you just sleep in the guest room for tonight?”

Your heart jumped in your chest at the thought of spending the night. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose,” you managed, rubbing the back of your neck anxiously.

“Of course! You’re not imposing, I’m offering. The guest room is already made up, you just make yourself right at home,” Wanda replied, heading down the hall.

“Okay, thank you Wanda,” you responded, making your way to the guest room to get situated for the night.

While you were putting your things in the guest room and setting up your phone charger, Wanda came in with some of her clothes for you to wear to bed, a shirt that smelled like her and a pair of sweats. She also gave you a spare toothbrush and let you know that you could use the toothpaste in the front bathroom. You thanked her again and she said it was no problem, smiling sweetly at you before saying goodnight.

By the time you finished getting ready for bed, you were beyond tired. It had been a long day taking care of the boys and doing schoolwork and your body was begging you for sleep.

As you laid in bed, ready for sleep to take over, you heard something strange. It was faint at first and you were almost able to ignore it, but then you heard it again.

By the third time, it was unmistakable.

You heard moaning - more specifically, Wanda moaning. You couldn’t believe your ears and you almost convinced yourself that you were making it up somehow.

But the longer it went on, the louder it got.

Wanda was touching herself with you in the house and you could hear it.

You felt a pang of arousal with every moan that came from Wanda’s room down the hall, feeling yourself grow wet at the sounds of her pleasuring herself.

When you heard her let out a breathy “fuck” you couldn’t stop yourself from sliding a hand down the front of your sweats - Wanda’s sweats.

You were already wet enough that it had seeped through your underwear. Just the sounds Wanda was making and the thought of what she was doing were enough to turn you on.

You pictured her in her bed, legs spread, touching herself as she moaned. You wondered if she was staying outside, making tight circles over her clit, or if she had two fingers stretching herself out, her palm nudging her bundle of nerves with every stroke.

You began rubbing yourself over your soaked underwear, getting off to her sounds and your imagination.

You were already close - it didn’t take much when you could hear the object of your desires touching herself in the other room. This was like a dream come true, you only wished you could be the one pleasuring her instead.

Her moans rose in pitch and you could tell she was close. You moved your fingers faster, wanting to cum with her.

She came with a long drawn-out moan, the sound bringing you over the edge with her. You wondered what she looked like when she came undone, back arched against the bed, face contorted in pleasure.

You stifled your own sounds as you came, not wanting her to know you were listening to her.

When the moment was over, the guilt hit you like a truck. You pulled your hand out of your pants and tried to ignore the sticky wetness between your thighs, your underwear clinging to you uncomfortably.

You had just touched yourself to the thought of Wanda with her in the other room. She probably had no idea you could hear her and you felt horrible for taking advantage of the opportunity.

With the heavy weight of the guilt of your actions, you tried to sleep, unsure if you’d be able to after what just happened.

The next morning, you’d barely rested, your mind racing all night with thoughts of Wanda until you eventually succumbed to sleep.

How could you look her in the eyes after what you’d done? After what you’d heard her doing?

You managed to get out of bed and use the bathroom before you trodded to the kitchen, still wearing Wanda’s clothes.

You were making yourself a cup of coffee when the redhead walked in, wearing only a silk nightgown that dipped low in the front and barely reached past her ass. You almost choked on your drink when you saw her, not expecting to see so much skin.

She looked divine, hair slightly messy from her sleep, face free of any makeup, curves on display in her skimpy nightgown. The task at hand of acting normal around her had just become significantly harder.

“Good morning Y/N,” she greeted, entering the kitchen. “How did you sleep?”

You cleared your throat before speaking. “I slept okay, thank you,” you managed to get out, still trying to calm yourself down. “What about you?”

“I slept great, I must’ve needed it after that work meeting,” she replied, making herself a cup of coffee as well.

“That’s good,” you said back, unsure of how to continue the conversation. You watched her as she moved around the kitchen and nearly whimpered out loud when she bent over to get creamer out of the fridge, her nightgown leaving little to the imagination.

You coughed to cover up the noise that almost escaped you and Wanda turned to you, coffee in hand.

“You know, Y/N, it’s not proper to listen in when a woman is having some alone time,” she started, a slight smirk on her face.

Your blood ran cold at her words and you tried to think of something to say back. “What?” you responded, your voice barely coming out.

“I know you heard me last night, detka,” she said, her eyes never leaving yours as you struggled to not look away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to cover up, heat rising to your cheeks as you spoke.

“Don’t lie to me honey, that won’t get you anywhere,” Wanda cooed.

You didn’t know how to respond, looking down at your lap awkwardly as she spoke again.

“I know you weren’t asleep yet,” she continued. “Did you like what you heard?”

You didn’t answer at first, dumbstruck. It felt like she was coming onto you but you couldn’t believe the older woman would reciprocate your feelings towards her.

You shook your head no, trying to save face.

“I don’t believe you sweetheart,” Wanda said, approaching you. “I think you did like it.” She stood beside you now, leaning in. “I bet you touched yourself to the thought of me when you heard me, am I right?”

You couldn’t help the sound that came out of you, something between a whimper and a groan.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” she whispered, reaching out to tilt your chin towards her so you were looking at her again. “Such a needy little thing, hm? You couldn’t help yourself could you? Did hearing mommy make you wet?”

Your mouth fell open at the title she gave herself and you throbbed at her words, feeling hot under her gaze. This time, you didn’t lie.

You nodded, still having trouble forming words, and she bit her lip, smirking.

“Yeah?” She asked, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “You poor thing, I bet it was hard knowing what I was doing in the other room and not being able to see for yourself. What did you think about when you touched yourself?”

Her words were turning you on. “You,” you breathed out, arousal clouding your thoughts.

“Be more specific,” she demanded, still looking at you intently. “What did you imagine?”

You mustered up the courage to tell her the truth. “I imagined it was me making you feel good instead,” you mumbled, somehow managing to hold eye contact with her.

“Yeah? You imagined it was your hand on my pussy instead of my own?”

You moaned at that, nodding again. At this point you were panting. You felt humiliated admitting all of this to Wanda, but at the same time it made you incredibly wet.

“You wanna make mommy feel good, detka?” She asked, her own arousal increasing with every honest answer you gave her.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“Oh good girl, those manners will get you everywhere,” she said, smiling. You felt a gush of wetness at the praise, your pupils dilated and your breathing heavy.

She backed away from you until she was leaning against the counter. “Come here.”

You obeyed eagerly, feeling excited for what was to come. You couldn’t believe what was happening, still not entirely sure this wasn’t a vivid dream you were having in the night.

Wanda slipped her panties off and lifted her nightgown, showing you her glistening pussy. Your mouth watered at the sight and you felt your ego inflate at the fact that she was so wet for you.

She grabbed your hand and brought it to her dripping cunt, letting you feel the wetness you caused.

“Fuck,” you muttered, mesmerized by the feel of her soft folds under your fingertips.

“Go on baby, make me feel good,” she encouraged, wanting more from you than just the featherlight touches you were giving.

Your gaze was locked onto where your fingers grazed her pussy, unable to look away. You brought a finger up to her clit and began to rub circles into it, causing her to moan softly against you.

The sound snapped you out of your haze and you looked at her, wanting to see her while you brought her pleasure.

You picked up the pace, touching her with purpose now, wanting to see her cum for you. Her mouth fell open, eyebrows furrowed, gasps and moans falling from her lips as you pressed down harder.

Her clit throbbed under your fingers, her hole clenching around nothing as you stimulated her hardened bud.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you whispered, in awe of the sight before you. “Even prettier than I imagined.”

“Yeah? What else did you imagine?” She asked, wanting you to tell her all of your fantasies about her.

You slid a finger into her opening and she gasped, hips jerking forward. “This,” you said, sliding another finger in alongside the first, feeling her walls clench around you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Wanda moaned, moving against you as she tried to get more, your fingers fucking into her slowly. “Tell me more,” she panted out, practically riding your fingers. “What else do you want to do to me?”

“Fuck mommy, so many things,” you admitted, lost in the moment, her breath catching in her throat at you using her title. “I want to fuck you every way I can think of,” you started, almost losing your train of thought when you realized you could hear the wet sounds of her pussy as your fingers moved inside her.

“I want to taste you, I think about it all the time,” you said, fucking into her harder. “You sound so wet right now and all I can think about is having you in my mouth.”

She moaned at your words, her eyes closing in pleasure as you brought her closer to the edge. “Be a good girl and make me cum, and that can be arranged,” she managed, hips bucking against you. “Fuck, I’m close.”

You watched as one of her hands came down to rub at her own clit, your cunt throbbing at the sight of her touching herself for you. The sight of her masturbating was even better than you could have imagined the night before, when you were desperately trying to picture what she would look like with her hand between her thighs.

“I’m gonna cum,” Wanda cried out, her pussy spasming around your fingers, trapping them inside as she barreled towards her orgasm.

You leaned in to kiss her neck, making your way towards her ear. “Cum for me, mommy,” you said, your breath in her ear making her shiver as she reached her peak.

“Fuck!” Her body shook against you and she moaned loudly as she came undone, her walls tightening around your fingers and her wetness dripping down to your palm.

You continued to fuck her as she rode out the aftershocks and she continued her stimulation on her clit until it was too much. You slowed your pace, bringing her down as she opened her eyes. She looked at you tiredly, her body spent from the intense orgasm as you pulled out of her, your fingers wet.

You were too busy committing the sight to memory in case you never saw it again to notice the way she looked at you, love and adoration in her eyes.

After a few moments, her breathing evened out. “I knew you could hear me,” she began, catching your attention. “I wanted you to hear me.”

She bit her lip teasingly, waiting to see how you would react.

“You… you wanted me to hear?” you repeated her words back to her, your brain trying to process what she was telling you.

“Mhm,” she said, a lazy smile on her face. “I see the way you look at me, I’ve known you wanted me for a while now,” she explained. “I waited to see if you’d make a move on me, but you never did. So I took matters into my own hands… literally.”

She chuckled at her own joke and you joined her, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I thought,” you mused, thinking back to all the times you thought Wanda had almost caught you staring.

“No baby, not at all,” she responded. “You look at me like you’re desperate for me.”

You blushed at that, groaning. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-” you started, but she cut you off.

“Don’t apologize, detka. It’s cute. It makes me feel wanted, desired,” she spoke, her words becoming breathier. “It makes me so wet.”

You groaned, feeling arousal shoot through you at her words. “Fuck Wanda, you drive me crazy.”

“Keep fucking me like that and I’ll do more than drive you crazy,” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“Deal,” you replied, your heart beating a little faster at the thought of doing this again.

“What was it you said earlier?” She pulled you in closer until your bodies were flush, your faces centimeters apart. “Something about wanting to taste me?”

You grinned, understanding what she was getting at, before slowly dropping to your knees. It was going to be a long morning, you thought, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[nanasrkives]

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"FOR HER" — Sakusa Kiyoomi

a/n : its official i am entering my baby fever era :) content : GIRL DAD SAKUSA. fluff. post timeskip. headcanon.

Girl dad! Sakusa who doesn’t cry in the delivery room, but when the nurse places her in your arms, you see the change happen in his expression before he even speaks. He stands beside you with one hand resting on the bedrail, still in his zip-up, curls flattened from the long hours, eyes fixed so intently on her tiny face that he barely breathes. You offer her to him, gently, and although he nods and reaches out, it’s with a kind of quiet reverence, like he’s afraid any sudden movement might shatter something fragile. When she’s finally in his arms, wrapped in that standard-issue hospital blanket, he doesn’t look away once. “She’s really ours,” he says after a long silence, voice soft and level like he’s stating a fact that still hasn’t settled in. You’re tired and aching and overwhelmed, but in that moment — watching him fall in love so quietly — you feel steadier than you’ve felt all day.

Girl dad! Sakusa who approaches parenting the way he’s approached everything else that’s ever mattered to him — with focus, with discipline, and with the same determination that made him the top ace in the country. He just does it. He reads every product label, tracks feeding times in his phone, and practices swaddling until the corners lie flat like muscle memory. You find him at night adjusting the baby carrier straps with one of her stuffed animals, narrowing his eyes like it’s something to be mastered. In the nursery, everything has its place: pacifiers in labeled containers, diapers stacked perfectly, bottles washed and sterilized on a rotating schedule that no one asked him to create. He’s not afraid of mess — he’s an athlete, after all — but this kind of order calms him. It’s the only way he knows to make sense of something this overwhelming. When you catch him in the early mornings rearranging the drawer of onesies so the softest fabrics are on top, you don’t interrupt. You just watch because you know that this is how he’s learning to love her.

Girl dad! Sakusa who is the first to notice that post-partum hit you. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach, the way your hands linger over chores but don’t quite start them, the way you keep saying you’re fine even when your voice betrays how deeply tired you are. He doesn’t corner you about it — he just starts making it easier to breathe. He finishes bottles without being asked. He folds laundry without announcing it. He draws a bath and offers you the quiet without implying you owe him anything in return. And when you finally sit down beside him on the bed and admit, barely above a whisper, “I think something’s wrong,” he takes your hand and says, without even flinching. “We’ll take care of it. You don’t have to do it alone.” That night, when the house is quiet, he tucks her in and then tucks you in too, placing your tea on the nightstand and brushing your hair back from your forehead before placing a kiss on your forehead like he’s reminding you that you’re still being held.

Girl dad! Sakusa who keeps her world structured, calm, and clean — not out of fear, but out of habit, and a deep belief that consistency makes kids feel safe. He doesn’t scold when she forgets to wash her hands before dinner. He just walks her to the sink, adjusts the faucet for her, and says, “Let’s try again,” with the same steady tone he uses when coaching a teammate through a play. You can already see how much of him lives in her — not just in her temperament, but in her tiny routines. The way she lines up her shoes by the door. The way she wipes the table with a napkin after dinner. He never told her to do any of that — she just watched him and followed his steps.

Girl dad! Sakusa who always stops what he’s doing when she calls for him. He never rolls his eyes or tells her to wait. Whether she’s holding a drawing she drew or asking him to see the rain outside on the balcony, he gives her his full attention. She brings him stories, toys, questions he doesn’t have answers to yet, and he listens to every single one. Sometimes, she climbs into his lap mid-stretch, legs crossed beneath her, curls sticking to her forehead, and just rests there like she knows there’s nowhere safer. You glance over from the kitchen and watch as he adjusts his posture just slightly to keep her steady, continuing his cooldown stretches like her presence is just part of the routine now.

Girl dad! Sakusa who teaches himself to braid because one morning she tugs at his sleeve and says, "Papa me want hair like Mama” and he doesn’t want to be the kind of father who says i don't know how to something like that. That night, while the house is quiet, you find him on the couch with one of her dolls in his lap, video tutorial paused on his phone, fingers fumbling but determined. He practices until the parts are clean, until the elastics hold. The first few mornings, the braid sits crooked on her head — slipping by lunchtime — but she runs to you saying, “Papa did it !” every single time. When he finally gets it right, she wraps her arms around him like he just won a trophy. And later, when you're brushing your own hair before bed, he watches you for a moment from the doorway, then comes up behind you, fingers gently sweeping your strands aside. “I didn’t realize how much of you she carries,” he says, quiet and sincere. “It makes me want to do everything right.”

Girl dad! Sakusa who brushes through her damp curls with more care than you thought possible. The spirals are his — the same exact texture that still coils around his forehead after a shower — but the color is yours, unmistakable in the morning light. When she’s sitting between his legs and he’s sectioning off her hair into neat parts, you sometimes find him pausing just to look. Not because he’s unsure of the process — he’s got the rhythm down by now — but because every time he sees her, it’s a new reminder that she’s equal parts both of you.

Girl dad! Sakusa who brings her to matches and never says a word about it being a distraction, though you know how seriously he takes preparation. She always sits with you, gripping a wrinkled “Go Papa !” sign in her fists, her legs swinging off the bleachers while she yells his name through a mouthful of fruit snacks. He rarely looks into the crowd — he’s too focused for that — but today, when she screams his name mid-serve, you swear you see the smallest flicker of a smile on his face. After the game, he comes straight to you both, drops to one knee, and listens to her long-winded play-by-play with a patience that makes even the camera crew step back. You take her hand as he packs up his bag, and she says, “Papa did good today !” He doesn’t say anything, but you notice how he walks just a little taller after that.

Girl dad! Sakusa who changes his phone ringtone to a voice memo of her calling for him because he says it’s easier to hear. It plays once during a team meeting and Atsumu nearly falls out of his chair laughing, but Sakusa doesn’t even flinch. “She’s loud,” he says calmly, setting his phone face down on the table, “but she gets my attention.” When you hear it go off at home, it always makes you smile.

Girl dad! Sakusa who never talks about how much he loves being a father — not in words, at least. But you see it in how he shows up. In the way he learns her favorite breakfast, remembers the exact way she likes her blanket tucked in, memorizes the lyrics to a show he pretends to hate. You see it in how he looks at her when she doesn’t notice — like she’s the most surprising, most important thing that’s ever happened to him.

Girl dad! Sakusa who holds her hand tightly on her first day of school, walking her up to the gate with slow, even steps. She’s excited and confident. She lets go of his hand the second she sees her teacher and runs inside without looking back. You expect him to say something — maybe a joke, maybe a quiet sigh — but instead, he just stands there for a long moment. When you brush your fingers against his, he finally speaks. “She didn’t even turn around.” You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper, “She''s growing up.”

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[moondustbaby]

Show Me

dad ceo!Rafe x nanny/gf!Reader

cw: smut, age gap, praise kink, oral (f rec), piv, unprotected sex

mdni 18+

summary: Rafe is used to being in control—until his sweet, younger girlfriend climbs into his lap, blushing and unsure, and tries riding him for the first time. She’s shy, inexperienced, and a little embarrassed, but Rafe’s patient praise and filthy mouth are the perfect combo to help her feel like a goddess by the end of it.

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Rafe’s hand rests low on my back as we move through the dim hallway, the rest of the house quiet now that Mason’s asleep. He’s warm behind me, fingers skimming the hem of my pajama shorts as he nudges me into the bedroom.

“C’mere” he murmurs, voice low and gravelly from the whiskey he nursed after dinner.

I settle on the edge of the bed, legs dangling, heart racing in my chest. He stands in front of me, loosening his tie with a slow tug and letting it drop to the floor. His eyes stay locked on mine—sharp, blue, and hungry. But gentle, too. He always makes me feel safe, even when I’m nervous like this.

“You okay, baby?”

I nod quickly, then hesitate. “…Yeah. Just.”

“Just?” He crouches in front of me, his palms sliding over my bare thighs. “Talk to me.”

I glance down, cheeks heating. “You said earlier you wanted me to…” I trail off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

His lips curve into the softest smile. “Wanted you to ride me?”

I nod again, biting the inside of my cheek.

He lifts a hand to my jaw, coaxing my gaze back to his. “You ever done that before?”

I shake my head. “Not really. I mean—not like, actually ride...”

Something flashes in his eyes. Not frustration. Not disappointment. Just something warm and tender and so damn patient.

“That’s okay,” he says gently. “We’ll go slow. I’ll guide you.”

I exhale shakily. “I feel kind of dumb.”

He frowns instantly. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s just—” I wrap my arms around myself. “You’ve been with women who know what they’re doing. Older women.”

“None of them were you,” he says firmly. “And none of them get me the way you do. I don’t care how long it takes or how many times we stop or start—you’re it for me, okay?”

God, this man. My chest aches with how badly I love him.

I nod, shy but reassured. “Okay.”

Rafe leans in and kisses me, slow and deep, hands warm and sure on my thighs. He guides me back onto the bed, crawling over me, careful not to overwhelm. His mouth trails down my throat, over the thin strap of my tank top, until his lips close over my nipple through the cotton.

I gasp, arching into him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmurs, pulling the strap down and sucking gently. “You make me so fucking hard.”

I let him undress me—first my tank top, then my shorts and panties—until I’m stretched out beneath him, flushed and trembling. He takes his time kissing down my body, dragging his mouth across my stomach, between my thighs. When he spreads me open and dips his tongue between my folds, I cry out, hips bucking.

He groans into me. “God, I’ll never get tired of this pussy.”

I whimper, fingers gripping the sheets as he eats me like he’s starving. He licks and sucks and teases me until I’m coming apart on his tongue, back arched, thighs shaking.

“Rafe—oh my god—”

He keeps going until I’m whining from the overstimulation, only pulling away when I tug gently at his hair.

He crawls back up, face flushed, chin wet, and kisses me again. “You ready to try?”

I hum tasting myself on his lips and nod breathlessly. “Yeah.”

He rolls onto his back, eyes dark as he watches me move. I swing one leg over his waist and settle in his lap, straddling him. His hands rest on my hips, not guiding—just there. Just grounding.

His cock is hard and heavy between us, leaking at the tip.

“Take your time,” he says, voice low. “You’re in control.”

I reach down, fingers wrapping around the base of him. It’s thick and warm in my hand, and I feel my cheeks burn as I line him up with my entrance.

“Look at me,” he says softly.

I do.

And then I sink down, slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside me.

We both groan.

“Oh, fuck—” I gasp, thighs trembling from the stretch.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, holding me steady. “So fucking good, baby.”

It’s deep. So deep. I can feel him pressing against places inside me I’ve never reached before. It’s overwhelming in the best way.

I rock my hips gently, testing the motion. He groans beneath me, eyes locked on my body, hands sliding up to cup my breasts.

“Just like that,” he murmurs. “Move how you want. Go slow.”

I keep the rhythm steady, riding him in slow rolls of my hips. I’m shy at first, unsure, but the way he looks at me—like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—makes the nerves fade.

“That’s it,” he grits. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby—feels so fuckin’ good.”

I moan, bracing my hands on his chest as I pick up the pace. His hands move down to grip my ass, guiding me now, helping me bounce. The sounds between us grow wetter, messier. I can feel the arousal dripping down my thighs, slicking our skin.

“Rafe—oh god—feels so good.”

“You’re incredible,” he pants. “This sweet little pussy was made to ride me.”

His praise hits something deep inside me, something needy and aching. I cry out as I grind down harder, chasing the friction, chasing the high.

“You gonna come for me?” he growls, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit now. “Come while you ride my cock?”

“Yes—yes, I’m close—”

“Let go, baby. Let me feel you.”

I unravel with a strangled cry, legs shaking, cunt fluttering wildly around him as I come. My vision goes white for a second, the pleasure crashing over me in waves.

He thrusts up into me once, twice—then groans loudly as he finishes, cock jerking inside me as he spills deep, warm, and thick.

“Fuck, yes—take it, baby, take all of it—”

I collapse against his chest, both of us panting, sweaty and flushed and still connected.

His hand strokes down my back, grounding me.

“You were perfect,” he murmurs against my hair. “So perfect. You did so fucking good.”

I smile into his skin, heart full and body wrecked in the best way.

“Think I like being on top,” I whisper shyly.

He laughs, breathless. “I know I do.”

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a/n: this fic was powered by 3 shots of espresso, zero dignity, and the overwhelming visual of rafe saying “you’re in control, baby” while you’re literally shaking like a baby deer in his lap. she said “i’ve never done this before” and he said “guess what? you’re about to.” anyways i’m passing away now. love you allll!

♥️ lani

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Hi Brittle! This is my first time requesting a scenario for you. But anyways, can you create an angsty one where the reader comforts Pavlova Cookie? Since I learned that Pavlova Cookie's desire is to leave the garden but he can't due to Eternal Sugar Cookie won't allow anyone to leave her Garden of Sweet Delights (I hadn't play CRK for quite some time, so this is new to me) and it is implied that the "statues" in-game were actually living cookies who defied Eternal Sugar Cookie

[Calm Sugar Angel] “Would you like another, heavenly?”

[You] “That would be nice.”

[Gentle Sugar Angel] “We have plenty, so don’t be afraid to have as much as you want!”

The angels kept continuing to feed you countless fruits as you lay back in the pink cloud. It hadn’t been that long since you’ve arrived here in the garden, at least it was what you thought. Here? It was nothing but relaxation and a stream of berries and other delights!

Who would even think of wanting to leave such a place like this!

“Well, with a beaten down and broken heart like yours, a rest like this from the outside world was needed!”

[You] “Pavlova Cookie? When you did get here?”

[Calm Sugar Angel] “Pavlova Cookie! You know this sanctuary was only made for our heavenly in mind!”

[Gentle Sugar Angel] “The Bringer of Happiness will not be pleased to see other Cookies in here, including you!”

[You] “Hey, it’s okay! He’s probably only here to pester me about my heart. I can take it from here. Peace!”

The Sugar Angels nodded to your request and fly away from the sanctuary, leaving you and Pavlova Cookie alone.

“So what brings you to me, Pavlova Cookie? Here to talk about how my heart is locked away? How I need to move on after all these years? Because let me tell you, it’s going to be eons more before I even consider it.”

“So many Cookies pining for your love and you won’t even give them a chance! It’s such a tragic way to go, love so close yet so out of reach! I LOVE it!”

“They understand that part of me isn’t ready. Maybe someday, but for now, I just like doing my own thing of helping Cookies in my kingdom and out of it.”

“Your kingdom?”

“Yeah, it’s a place where Cookies get to live their lives the way they want to live it! It’s safe and welcoming to all Dessertians! Just don’t be overly evil and we’re all set!”

“Safe and welcoming….the Bringer of Happiness told me that the Cookie world was unfair. That the garden is the only place where Cookies can be happy…”

That happiness you’ve been feeling turned into confusion at his pondering words.

“There…are unfortunately some crummy parts of Earthbread, but it doesn’t cover the ENTIRE land. There are villages, kingdoms, and nature where Cookies live worry-free lives, it’s not something only exclusive to this garden..”

“If what you’re saying is true….”

“Yeah?”

“……”

“Pavlova Cookie?”

Pavlova Cookie quickly looked around for a second, flying around to make sure the brush was well bunched together and the gate leading to the sanctuary was secure before flying back to you, taking you by surprise as he holds your hands into his.

“Please take me with you!”

“What!?”

“The Bringer of Happiness told me about you, how you bring happiness to the Cookies that live in your kingdom. It makes you and her alike in that way…”

“I…guess you can say that…but why would you want to leave, it’s safe here…”

“…..you won’t turn me into a lifeless statue, will you?”

“I’m repeating myself here, but what!?”

“That’s what happens to any Cookie that tries to leave here. I wanted to be free for so long, but I was so afraid of what the Bringer of Happiness would do to me if I tried. But with you here, I might have a chance!”

“Pavlova Cookie….”

“Please….*sniff*…I can’t live like this any longer….”

Pavlova Cookie started to cry, this knocked you out of your happy-induced stupor as your protective instincts took over. You hold the little Cookie close to you as he weeps into your chest.

“Hey, ssshhh. It’s okay, please don’t cry!”

“Don’t leave me here,…*sob*….take me with you…”

You felt conflicted…but that went away real quick with a feeling of determination as you brush his hair.

“I will find you a way out….”

[kxsagi]

hiii i love your work so muchh

mutual period comfort with femlock :) pls and ty

like you’re both on your periods and everything Sucksss but you have her and suddenly maybe it’s not so bad. almost like you’re sharing your cramps somehow

any character is fineee but pls add kunigami, ness, and lorenzo

take your time and remember to stay hydrated :)

“𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢”

a/n: TWO FEM LOCK REQUESTS IN A ROW LET’S GOOO

ft. kunigami rensuke, ness alexis, lorenzo don, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi sae, itoshi rin

kunigami rensuke (butch, quiet type, wears hoodies that smell like vanilla and fabric softener)

you wake up in pain and reach over, only to find her already curled up with her arm over her stomach, eyes barely open. 

she groans, “same,” and you two just lie there for a minute, syncing in agony. 

but then she powers through. gets up, makes hot tea, microwaves heating pads, and grabs you both painkillers like she’s on a mission. 

“we’re surviving this together,” she says, kneeling next to the bed like a knight. 

you end up wrapped in her hoodie, snuggled under her arm while she lets you rest on her chest. she strokes your hair and mutters, “hurts less when i’m holding you. i don’t know why. maybe you're magic.” 

ness alexis (soft smile, sharp edge, loyal to the bone) 

when you both get your period, she’s the type to smile calmly even as she’s clearly in pain. you can tell only because she’s gripping her tea cup a little too tightly. 

she notices everything. how your breathing changes, how you shift uncomfortably, how your brows pinch, and she’s already moving before you even ask. 

lays a warm hand on your thigh and asks, “do you want me to help with your cramps or just stay with you?” voice smooth, polite, affectionate. 

even if she’s curled up too, she’ll push through her discomfort to take care of you. her loyalty runs deep – if you’re suffering, she’ll shoulder it with you. 

“you always take care of me. let me do the same. it’s not a chore. it’s… you.” 

later, when you're lying together, she traces soothing circles on your back, her cheek pressed against yours. 

“it hurts, yeah. but i’m glad i get to go through even this with you.” 

lorenzo don (glamorous, high-maintenance, utterly unbothered unless it costs money or power)

period? disgusting. but unavoidable. she handles it like a luxury inconvenience. 

she orders expensive comfort food delivery for the both of you, fluffs the pillows, lights a designer candle, and throws herself on the couch with a groan. 

if you’re also on your period, she pauses and glances over at you. 

“... you too? great. at least now i don’t have to pretend to care about someone who’s not bleeding.” 

she only acknowledges people she thinks are strong or valuable, and she considers you top-tier. so if you’re in pain, you matter. 

wraps an arm around you, tugs you into her side, and pulls a blanket over both of you like a queen gracing her favorite subject. 

“money can’t buy a new uterus. guess we’re in this together.” 

even in the worst of it, she tries to make you laugh, her tone dry and teasing. 

“if cramps could be killed, i’d put a bounty on them. anything for you, baby.” 

isagi yoichi (supportive golden retriever girlfriend who keeps advil in every bag)

immediately checks your symptoms against hers and goes, “okay, so you’ve got cramps, i’ve got the mood swings. let’s divide and conquer.” 

does everything possible to help: heating pad, favorite hoodie, water bottle refills. 

even rubs your lower back because “i read that helps. i saw it on reddit. hey, stop laughing!” 

if you get emotional, she pulls you into her lap and just lets you cry. 

“you don’t have to be okay. we’re allowed to just suck for a while.” 

it’s a whole pity party, but you’re the guests of honor and she makes it feel safe. 

bachira meguru (goblin girlfriend who tries to fight period pain with silliness)

she’s literally like “we should name our cramps. mine is called agony. how about yours?” 

the two of you are groaning in bed, watching comfort cartoons, half-laughing, half-crying. 

she starts rubbing your tummy with both hands like she’s casting a spell. 

“begone, foul beast. leave my girlfriend’s body alone, you crusty uterus monster.” 

makes you both microwavable rice socks and insists you wear matching pajamas. 

she tucks you in, kisses your forehead, and whispers, “we’re a team. period pain has nothing on us.” 

yukimiya kenyu (clean girl aesthetic but will cry if there are no pads left in the house)

immediately syncs with you. it's a little creepy. 

she lights a candle, dims the lights, brings you tea in a ceramic mug, and says, “we are bleeding. the world must pause.” 

runs a bath for you both and sits behind you, massaging your shoulders while you rest your head back on her. 

you complain about bloating and she grabs your face. 

“no. you are glowing. you are the moon incarnate. you are allowed to be soft.” 

she lets you fall asleep in her lap while she scrolls through cute outfit inspo to show you later. 

itoshi sae (emotionally constipated but strangely intuitive, always calm, surprisingly sweet when no one's looking)

she doesn’t say much when she realizes you're both on your period. just raises a brow, tosses you the heating pad, and plops down next to you like, “guess we’re syncing now. cute.” 

makes you ramen and acts like she’s doing it for herself, then places your bowl on a tray with your favorite snack and hands it to you without meeting your eyes. 

will not admit to being in pain, but you catch her subtly pressing a pillow to her stomach under her hoodie. 

if you’re cuddled up against her, she’ll quietly shift to let you lie more comfortably and thread her fingers through yours. 

“don’t whine. just rest. i’ve got you.” 

when you fall asleep from cramps, she adjusts your blanket and kisses your temple so gently it’s like she’s worried you’ll wake up and call her out for it. 

itoshi rin (grumpy, sensitive, doesn’t know what to do with feelings unless she’s holding them in a blanket)

absolutely looks offended when the cramps start. the uterus betrayal hits deep. 

when she finds out you’re also suffering, it unlocks her most aggressive protective mode. 

doesn't know how to comfort you, so she does everything all at once: hands you a hot water bottle, brings water, sits at the edge of the bed and grumbles, “you should’ve told me earlier. i could’ve helped.” 

despite being in pain herself, she’ll rub your stomach and act like it’s no big deal. 

when you cry from frustration or pain, she gets flustered but holds you so tightly, you can hear her heartbeat racing. 

“i hate this. i hate seeing you like this… but it’s better when you’re here. for me, too.” 

eventually lets you lie on her chest while she scrolls through your messages, texting back your friends so you don’t have to deal with anything. queen of quiet acts of service. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[thirteenheavens]

can you write about Seungcheol when you are at your parents house and he can't control himself

Can’t wait till we’re home?||Scoups

Word count: 1625

Notes: Back to write to calm down after revision exams are so hard

You and Seungcheol arrive at your parents' house, hand in hand. The familiar surroundings bring back memories of childhood - the perfectly manicured lawn, the white picket fence, and the scent of freshly cut grass.

As you walk up the driveway, Seungcheol notices how nervous you seem. "Hey, everything's going to be fine," he whispers, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "Your parents love me." You nod, trying to push down your anxiety. The moment you step through the front door, your mother rushes over to greet you with a warm hug. "Y-N! And Seungcheol, it's so good to see you both!"

Dinner is a pleasant affair, filled with light conversation and delicious food. But as the meal progresses, Seungcheol's touchy behavior becomes more apparent. Every chance he gets, he places his hand on your thigh or brushes against your arm. His eyes never leave yours, and there's an unmistakable spark of desire in them.

Your father catches Seungcheol's lingering touches and his eyes narrow slightly. "Seungcheol, I see you're... quite affectionate with my daughter," he says, his tone neutral but with an edge of caution. Seungcheol tenses at the comment, his hand freezing on your thigh. He glances at your father, then at you, before responding with a polite smile. "I care about Y-N very much, sir. She means everything to me."

Your mother watches the exchange with interest, while you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. The atmosphere grows slightly awkward as everyone waits to see how your father will respond. Your father studies Seungcheol for a moment, then lets out a deep sigh. "Well, I suppose that's all that matters," he says finally, his expression softening. "Just... be good to her, okay?"

Seungcheol nods eagerly, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. "Of course, sir. I'll always take care of her." After dinner, your mother suggests showing Seungcheol around the house. She leads you both upstairs to your childhood bedroom, filled with nostalgic memories and old toys.

As soon as you're alone in the room, Seungcheol pulls you close to him, his hands roaming over your body. "Your parents' house is nice," he whispers huskily, his lips trailing along your neck. "But I think I like it better in here." You look around your childhood room, memories flooding back. Your old bookshelves, stuffed animals, and pink wallpaper bring a nostalgic smile to your face.

"This was my safe space," you tell Seungcheol, running your fingers along the edge of your desk. "I spent so much time in here daydreaming." Seungcheol walks around the room, taking in every detail. But he can't seem to keep his hands off you for long. His eyes darken with desire as he presses you against the door, his body flush against yours.

"I can imagine you here," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above yours. "All innocent and sweet, dreaming about your future."

"And now look at you," Seungcheol continues, his voice low and husky. "All grown up and making my dreams come true." He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring your body with a newfound urgency. The room suddenly feels smaller, more intimate, as he pushes you further against the door.

"Seungcheol, we can't do this here," you whisper between kisses, even as your body responds to his touch. "My parents are just downstairs..." But he only smiles mischievously, nibbling on your earlobe. "That makes it more exciting, don't you think?" he teases, his fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt.

"I don't know if I can be quiet," you manage to say, your voice trembling with arousal. "And my parents will definitely hear us. Seungcheol's eyes flash with excitement at your concern. "Then we'll just have to make sure you can stay quiet," he purrs, sliding his hand up to cup your breast through your bra. "Can you be a good girl and keep quiet for me?" You bite your lip to suppress a moan as Seungcheol continues to tease you, his fingers skillfully playing with your nipple. The thought of getting caught makes your heart race even faster.

"I don't know if I can," you whisper again, your legs trembling with desire. "You know how sensitive I am..." Seungcheol smirks, clearly enjoying your struggle. "Then I'll just have to find ways to keep you quiet," he says, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Like this."

He begins trailing kisses up your thighs, his hands sliding your skirt up higher and higher. The risk of getting caught only adds to the intense pleasure building inside you. As Seungcheol kisses up your stomach, you can feel his hot breath against your skin. Your hands instinctively go to his hair, threading through the dark strands as he moves higher.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "I could spend hours worshiping your body." He reaches the edge of your bra, his fingers deftly undoing the clasp. Your breasts spill out, already peaked with anticipation.

"No one else gets to see you like this," Seungcheol growls possessively, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. "You're mine." Seungcheol's eyes scan the room, looking for a suitable surface to bend you over. His gaze lands on your old desk, the perfect height and width for his needs.

"Come here," he commands, pulling you towards the desk. He sweeps your childhood trinkets aside, making space for your bodies. Your heart races as he positions you against the desk, his hands running down your back to grip your hips. "I've always wanted to do this in a childhood bedroom," he confesses, his voice thick with desire. "Are you ready to be bent over your old desk, baby girl?" You nod, your breath coming in short gasps as Seungcheol presses your chest down onto the desk. The cool surface sends a shiver through your body, making you even more sensitive to his touch.

"Good girl," he murmurs, sliding your skirt up and your panties down. "Now be quiet while I take you." You feel him line himself up behind you, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. The position makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on.

"Please, Seungcheol," you whimper, desperate for him to fill you. "I need you inside me." Seungcheol grins at your needy whimper, taking his time to tease you further. He runs the head of his cock through your wet folds, coating himself in your arousal.

"You're so wet for me already," he groans, continuing to swipe against your clit. "I could tease you like this forever." You bite down on your arm to muffle your moans, your body trembling with need. The threat of getting caught only adds to the intensity of the moment, making you even more desperate for release.

"Please, Seungcheol, I can't take it anymore," you beg, trying to push back against him. "I need to feel you inside me."

"Shhh, baby," Seungcheol whispers, finally pressing himself against your entrance. "You have to stay quiet. We don't want your parents to come up here and catch us." He slowly pushes into you, stretching you open with his thick length. The feeling of being filled makes your eyes roll back in pleasure, and you have to bite down harder on your arm to keep from crying out. Seungcheol sets a steady rhythm, his hips thrusting into you with deep, deliberate strokes. One hand grips your hip while the other reaches around to cover your mouth.

"You're so tight," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "I love how you feel around me. Keep being a good girl and I'll make you come so hard." Seungcheol's thrusts grow faster and harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely audible over your heavy breathing. The desk creaks beneath you with each movement, but neither of you cares.

"God, you feel amazing," he groans, his hand tightening over your mouth as he drives into you deeper. "I'm not going to last long with how tight you're squeezing me." You can feel your orgasm building rapidly, your inner walls clenching around his cock. The combination of the thrill of being caught and the overwhelming pleasure is almost too much to bear.

"Come for me," Seungcheol commands, his voice low and demanding. "I want to feel you come all over my cock." Your body convulses around Seungcheol's cock as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. The pleasure courses through your veins, leaving you shaking and breathless. Seungcheol groans as he feels you tighten around him, his own release approaching fast. He buries himself deep inside you, pumping his hot cum into your trembling body.

"Fuck," he whispers, holding you against him as he rides out his orgasm. "That was incredible." He kisses your shoulder gently before slowly pulling out of you. You stay bent over the desk, trying to catch your breath and steady your legs that feel like jelly.

"We should probably clean up before we head back downstairs," Seungcheol suggests, helping you stand up. "But I think your parents might have some questions about how flushed you look right now."

"I'm sure they'll notice," you reply with a shaky laugh, still feeling the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. "And my hair is probably a mess." You start fixing your clothes and smoothing down your hair, trying to make yourself presentable again. The evidence of what just happened between you and Seungcheol is clear, but you both know there's nothing you can do about it now.

"Maybe we should have waited until we got home," Seungcheol teases, helping you adjust your skirt. "But where's the fun in that?"