#he was walking around saw a mirror and thought let me get a fit check!

[iguessricciardo]

i need to study him

[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvsJJK :: he gave me the ICK .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ (18+) ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

desc ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ you meet up with your bestie for some advice and a debrief over the wack men you've dealt with... // wc 1.3K // week 1 - g. satoru

cw // crack, cunnílingus, freaky frog gojo, backshots, little plot, deeply unserious, lower case intended, story told in the form of a conversation

“so, your telling me he was checking himself out whilst he was fucking you?”

you drained the rest off your glass as you signalled for a refill.

…

you had met gojo at your job, the white haired man shamelessly flirting as you scanned his large array of designer shirts. working at a luxury shop was certainly demanding but it definitely had its perks - one of which was meeting fine ass rich men.

you weren’t exactly sure that gojo was straight when you first saw him; his stark white hair clearly meticulously dyed and styled, lips lightly glossed. slim frame and tapered waist was essentially the outfit, clothes seemingly tailor-made for him.

it was only when he opened your mouth that you realised he was not just interested in men, sparkling blue eyes lingering on your full lips as you smiled back at his compliment.

“you’re too beautiful to be working here” he grinned, a hand going to brush through his hair. if it had been any other day, you would have just thank-you’d and been on your way. but it was a few weeks after you had your last period, a quick look at your tracker that morning letting you know that you may feel… “frisky”.

and as your eyes met his low gaze, you could definitely say that you felt a little….. frisky.

so that’s why you left your number on inside of his bag as he left the shop, thighs rubbing together as you thought about getting a peek at what was underneath that silk shirt.

…

“wait, wait, wait” your friend interrupted “you thought he was gay and you still gave him your number?”

“bitch if you saw him…” your eyes slid shut as you thought back to his beautiful face. “he was fucking stunning, okay…”

…

the two of you had messaged over the next few weeks, getting to know each other more (and getting a good look as what was underneath). a date had been arranged; friday night at an italian restaurant that was definitely outside of your price range. you put on your most expensive pair of heels with your most form-fitting black dress.

you looked good enough to eat…

and eaten you were, manicured hands threaded deeply into gojo’s thick bleached hair as he sloppily made out with your cunt, tongue swirling and sucking around your clit.

dinner had gone smoothy, gojo’s smooth talk diffusing any awkwardness or tension. as much as a flirt he was, that evening showed you a less exhibitionist, arrogant side which you were really growing to enjoy.

it was that smooth talk which had gotten you from the restaurant to his penthouse... and then to his bedroom, the large mirror panel on his walk-in closet being what first caught your attention.

“call me satoru” he whispered as he kissed down your neck to your collarbones, slender hands dragging down the straps of your dress at a teasingly slow pace. you were sat in front of the mirror, gaze trailing up to make eye contact…. only to find satoru staring right back at himself, suit pants getting tight around the crotch as he pulled down your dress.

…

“so he was getting hard by looking at himself? is that not like… selfcest or something?”

you spluttered on the deep-bodied merlot you had been chugging. “you’re getting too psychological about this” you murmured, wiping down the wine you spat out, “i think he’s just a freaky ass guy”

…

in the moment you had just brushed this off, your own arousal in the situation making you more agreeable to his lack of interest in actually engaging with you but instead with his own reflection. once he’d fully undressed you, he laid you down with your head at the foot of the bed making sure to position you in a way that he could still see himself in the mirror.

and even though the way he was swirling his tongue all over your throbbing clit and swollen folds was making your toes curl up, every time you went to look at him he was staring right into his reflection - bright eyes darkening slightly at the sight of his head trapped between your plush thighs, your legs loosely wrapped around his neck.

“satoru, ‘m close- gonna” you groaned, soft moans slipping out at he kissed all down your glistening pussy.

without skipping a beat, satoru moved back - hands securing wrapping around waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees. you could see him stroking his achingly hard cock through the mirror, flushed pink tip drooling with pre-cum.

you heard him let out a low groan as you deepened your arch, his hand digging into the side of your waist as he tried to keep himself grounded as he pressed into the tight ring of muscle. you both let out a low groan as he bottomed out, his hands reaching down your spine to push you further into a deeper arch.

at first, his pace was slow and controlled - his tight grip on your hips almost bruising as he buried himself deep into your cunt. you felt impossibly full, soft pants slipping from your lips as satoru nearly fucked you through the mattress.

you were so close to finishing, breath becoming stilted and abrupt as your walls spasmed around the dense girth of satoru’s cock; your whole body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. you could tell satoru was close as well, his formerly controlled strokes getting sloppier and sloppier as he slammed into your spongey walls.

“y-your about to…cum, aren’t you?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, your brain instantly forgetting all words in the english language as you let out a drawn out mewl in response.

all it took was a small grind of his hips to get you to finish, falling head first into the mind-numbing pleasure of release as you gushed out all over the sheets.

using the little energy you had left, you forced your eyes back up to the mirror in a dazed state as you watched satoru pull out, his cock glistening with your release. he moved round to the foot of the bed to stand in front of the mirror, his long slender fingers wrapping tight around his base dragging his hand up to the tip.

with one last stroke, he came with a loud grunt, thick ropes of cum splattering all over his reflection.

you blinked twice, hard.

did you actually see that correctly? did he just come… on himself?

he looked back down at you, making eye contact through the mirror with a grin.

…

“i just felt like that was too far for me” you toyed with your empty glass as you looked back up at your friend, “so... what do you think?”

a/n : baby im back!!!!!!! ive missed writing sm omggg but school has been so busy for no reason 😩 hope this concept tickles ur pickle - i thought it was kinda fun but lmk what you think (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[sugarsfics]

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle”

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” 

Summary: Eddie invites you over for a movie night. Movie night is in his room. The only place to sit is his bed. His bed is small 

Trope: Eddie x shy!reader; friends to lovers 

Warning: use of y/n 

30 day challenge: Day 7 Send Request <3 

For the past hour Eddie has been running around the trailer making sure everything was perfect. Why? Because you are coming over, his crush is coming over. He has been crushing on you for a while. Every class he had with you he would find an excuse to talk to you, asking you for a pencil, piece of paper, answers, making a joke, anything to hear you talk or smile. That smile. The first time you smiled at him he was whipped, that smile made him smile, little did you know that when you turned to face the board you took his heart with you. You were very to yourself, only talking when spoken to, you had a small group of friends that he always saw you with. It took time but you eventually got comfortable with him, he was so grateful. P.E was one of your classes together before he sat on the bleachers alone looking at you, now you sit with him P.E became his favorite class. During that class he learned so much about you, this particular class you told him that you love the movie The Outsiders and how you have been waiting for it to be back in the video store. Eddie pulled so string, one of the workers he sells to works there so he told him he would give him a discount if he got the movie once the person returned it. So that brings you to now, he got the movie Monday, told you about Tuesday at school, then made plans to watch it together on Saturday. Since then he has been deep cleaning the trailer. Stressing out a girl is coming over, you are coming over.

You were just as stressed out as much as him. Everything seemed fine in theory of making of plans. But as Saturday came closer the bubblier your stomach got; you were going to Eddie’s house. Eddie what a beautiful man, you had a huge crush on him never in a million years did you think that he would talk to you let alone invite you his house to watch a movie. You triple checked your outfit, sat in front of your mirror in different positions making sure you looked good in all, brushed your teeth, took ten mints, and did everything you could think of to look pretty. When you felt decent you walked out quickly. You try to scurry pass your stepbrother room “Y/N” shit he saw you “Yes” “Where are you going” “out” “where” should you lie or tell him; lie he was way to over protective “To my friend's house” “Which one” think think “Alexis” she will cover for me “Are you going to stay the night” am I? What is going to happen tonight? Those bubble guts came back “I am not sure yet” “ok let me know” “will do Stevie” “Don’t call me that” Yea your stepbrother was Steve Harrington.  

You drove to Eddie’s trying to focus on the road, but your mind couldn’t stop racing. It was a little scary, but you zoned back in when you pulled into the trailer park, not sure how you made it here. Eddie heard a car pull up and quickly looked out the window and saw your sage green car, you said that it was a gift from your grandma when you were 16. He fixed his hair then opened the door for you “Welcome to my castle” he said “hi Eddie” you spoke. There was a small staring contest between you too then Eddie broke the silence “This way to my cave” he led you to his room. You were about to be in a guy's room you thought, she is about to be in my room he thought. “Um movie is in going to grab the popcorn anything to drink?” “Water please” you sounded so sweet and polite he would get you anything if you asked him “Got it make yourself at home” You stared at his bed for a few seconds it was small but there was no other place to sit, so you sat at the corner. He walked in a minute later and was freaking you are on his bed, he tried to hide his excitement and climb into his bed “You can come further in I won’t bite” he joked you crawled next to him didn’t make any eye contact, your bodies were so close together you felt his warmth. Even being so close, your leg was falling off the bed, you tried not to think about how uncomfortable this was going to be. Eddie saw your leg he wanted to grab it a pull it close pull you close, "If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” Eddie said where did that courage come from “are- are you sure” “Yea I don’t need you falling off” he opened his arms. Your heart started beating fast, there were so many firsts today already and now you are going to be in his arms. Your body didn’t know how to react so you slowing lied on him, he chuckled. As the movie played you slowly melted into him. The movie ended but neither of you moved, if anything you are scooting closer together. Eddie turned you to face him “Hi” “Hi” you giggled “This is nice” “Yea” “Maybe this could be a regular thing” “What do you mean” you asked “Saturday could be movie date nights” “Date? Was this a date” “It could be if you want it to be” there was silence again he thought he messed up “I have never been on a date before” you said shyly “Me either, tonight was a lot of my first” “Me too” you grinned at him. “You were a lot of my firsts” he continued “How” “Well the first girl to come to my house, first girl to be in my bed, first girl I cuddled with” He intertwined your hand together “This is my first time holding a girl's hand and this is my first kiss” he leaned in you met in the middle fireworks explode all around you. He pulled away but you brought him closer “Sorry I um I really liked that” he pecked your lips “So did I” He put on another movie, but you feel asleep “first girl to sleep with me” he laughed cuddling into you more than falling asleep himself . You were awoken by banging on the door. You and Eddie did not want to leave each other’s arms, but it only got louder. “Stay here” he kissed your forehead. He opened the door to a pissed off Steve “Harrington?” “Munson?” “What are you doing here” “Why is my sister's car in your lawn” “Sister?!” 

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Learning To Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

73-Embarrassment and the Metro Newspaper

The relationship you and Jason had wasn’t always picturesque. Of course, there were moments when the two of you fought, getting frustrated by the reality of what it really meant to be in a relationship. That was expected, though. What wasn’t always shown or discussed were the deeper, more intimate parts of the relationship that came with being around one another for so long. 

The first time it was ever noted was when Jason flipped through the metro newspaper (which he had picked up on his way over the day before) while enjoying some peaceful time on the toilet. Unfortunately, his bathroom time had cut into the time you needed to get ready for work. Pacing around the outside of the bathroom, you banged on the door a couple of times so he could hurry.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Jason would say as he checked the time on his phone sitting on the edge of the tub. There was time for a few more minutes, he thought.

You, on the other hand, decided that those few minutes would have taken too much time out of your perfect, and carefully maintained, routine. Throwing open the door, you ignored Jason’s protests as you gathered your things. 

“Babe!” He said, a flush suddenly on his cheeks, and held the newspaper over himself. 

You scoffed. “Don’t ‘babe’ me. I told you I needed to get ready. Plus, I’m just getting my stuff and then getting out.”

“You could have given me a warning,” He mumbled, 

You didn’t say anything, only taking the Febreze that was sitting on the vanity and placing it in his hand before walking out. Looking at it, Jason let out a long sigh. 

Another time something like this had happened, you were the one left with a hot flush on your cheeks. You had been looking in the mirror in your bedroom, checking out an outfit you had picked out before moving on to admire your face more closely. 

Then, you spotted it. Chin hairs. With a groan, you plucked the tweezers off your nightstand before going back to the mirror. You suddenly noticed Jason in the reflection before you could even bring your hand to your face. 

“Oh my god,” You said, bringing your hands to cover your face. 

Jason was quick to come over to you, a grin on his face, “No, no, I’ll do it for you, sweetheart. Show me what hairs to get.”

You laughed, but the embarrassment in you was hot. “I don’t think I can ever look you in the eyes again.”

“Oh, come on, we can shave together in the morning,” He teased. You groaned as you hid your face in his chest.  

Then, there were the moments when the two of you couldn’t help but fall into fits of giggles at just how ridiculous the other was being. Jason was taking you from behind, relishing in the feeling of you. You seemed to be enjoying it, too, moaning his name like it was a prayer. 

After pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder, and whispering to you, “Beg for it.”

Suddenly, you got quiet and reached behind you to stop him from moving. A rush of fear ran through Jason as he thought of the million of things he had done wrong. Then, he saw the slight smile on your face. Okay, he thought as he took a breath of relief, you weren’t upset. 

“Wait, wait,” You said, obviously holding back a laugh.

“Yeah?” He asked meekly. 

“Did you really say ‘beg for it’,” You asked, pulling off of him to turn to look at him. 

He suddenly felt flustered and stuttered out, “I…I heard from Roy that you would be into it.”

“Roy?” You asked, before adding loudly, “Roy?”

“Yeah,” Jason said, biting back a smile now. He should have known better than to take advice from that ginger bastard.  “Okay, I see what you're saying now.”

“Yeah,” You said, between howls of laughter. “You don’t need to take advice from the same man who once blended pickles into a milkshake. The guy doesn’t fuck, Jay.”

Jason’s laugh was loud and bellowing, making you fall into a fit of giggles, too. He fell beside you, all lust and arousal put aside for a few moments, and just lost it. Now that he was truly thinking about it, it was a little cringe.

“Beg for it, baby,” You said in a low voice, rolling onto him. “Oh yeah!”

“Please, shut up,” Jason said, feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t feel bad, babygirl,” You said, still putting on the voice. “Daddy’s got you.”

Oh, Jason knew that he was not living this down any time soon. 

In hindsight, those moments weren't too terrible. All the embarrassment could be handled when it could be met with laughter and kisses. In fact, in an odd way, the two of you actually liked such moments, because, when the days would run together, there would never be a dull moment.

[unplugfromthesource]

Body Glitter

✨About: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you at a night club, you come into contact with a man that changes your life all in one night.

🚬Josh Kiszka x reader

🪩Word Count: 4k

🍸Warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, angst, crying, cursing, yelling (sorry if I missed any 🌝)

🎤Authors Note: I hope everyone enjoys it! It took me a lot of rewriting but it’s here! if the formatting is messy- my apologies🩷

🎶playlist:

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The night almost didn’t feel real. Maybe it was a mix between the undeniable amount of times you saw guys checking you out, or the cheap liquor coursing through your veins, but the second you saw your boyfriend of 2 years cheating on you with some dumb blonde in the sea of people, you lost it. Your, now ex, boyfriend raved on and on about this small nightclub in Nashville called, The Ether, saying they had the best drinks and the best DJ in all of Tennessee. You followed him up on this request, slipping on a silk mini-dress with sheer black tights, bows adorning the back side, and a pair of simple black heels. You let your hair fall into loose curls as you finish up your makeup and walk hand in hand with your boyfriend into The Ether. 

The air felt thick, lights flashed and glitter sparkled as you pushed through the people. You let him lead you to a small bar on the far side of the room, and you smile as you lock eyes with the bartender, tattoos running up both arms and being stopped by a tight-fitting black t-shirt. 

“Can I get a cosmo?” You shout over the thumping music as you lean forward slightly on the bar. All it took was one nod from the man for him to turn around and begin shaking up your drink. The man silently took your boyfriend's order and you followed him back into the crowd of people, drinks in hand. 

It felt routine to you. Dance for a few songs, find a bathroom, fix any slight imperfections, go back, drink, dance, repeat. It went on like this for about 2 hours, time flowing like a river and your body getting freckled with glitter upon each move to the restroom from the other partygoers. 

I smiled to myself in the mirror as I took in my appearance. My hair had been frizzy from dancing, and silver and gold glitter was sprinkled everywhere, my lipstick was nearly gone, and my feet were starting to hurt. I looked behind me in the mirror and watched as another girl fixed up her makeup on her phone camera. I turned without a second thought. 

“Do you have the time?” I said softly as her glazed eyes drifted over to me. 

“It's 12:47,” she said lazily, the alcohol running off her tongue. 

I smiled as a thank you and silently returned to the big warehouse-looking room. As I walked through the crowd the scene unfolded in front of me so quickly I didn’t have time to question if it was happening. There, amongst the group of people and hundreds of other bodies pushed into here, my boyfriend stood happily as he locked faces with some blonde whose extensions were too clear to see. My face grew hot as tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I turned to leave. I walked quickly, the tears only running faster as I pushed open the metal door and walked out into a back alleyway. Sobs racked through my body as I walked out onto the sidewalk, earning stares I couldn’t bother to care about. 

I felt helpless. The man I loved, the man I saw the rest of my life with, so easily just dropped all we had for a quick fuck. I crouched down on the curb and rested my head on my hands as I debated my next move. Go back and confront him like a psycho bitch or… go home. I sighed as I reached out next to me, going to grab my phone. Fuck he had my phone. I let out a frustrated scream as it all came together; It was nearly 1 am, my boyfriend just cheated on me, I was slightly tipsy, and I had no form of communication. Just as I moved to stand, a pair of black dress shoes with small scruffs on the tips appeared next to me. 

Slowly, I dragged my eyes up his body, taking in his outfit and appearance. He wore semi-tight black suit pants, hugging his hips in all the right spots…it was followed by a black button-down linen shirt, leaving only the bottom buttoned. A triangle pendant hung on his toned chest as it beamed in the light off his tanned skin. My eyes met his and I would be lying if I said he wasn't gorgeous. He had chocolate brown eyes that were ever so slightly sunken in, three white lines dragged out under each eye, soft, plump lips with a cigarette resting between them, well-kept facial hair, and a head full of curls that made out to be a mullet, but not in a Western way. While he didn’t seem to stand that tall, he felt it. The way he dressed in rich clothing, the toned body, the way he so confidently stood over me as the lust spilled off him. 

I locked eyes with him as he took a drag of his cigarette before removing it from his lips and exhaling slowly whilst looking down at you. 

“Why ya crying pretty girl?” he says cooly.

“Why do you care?” I said a bit harsher than I meant to.

“Cause you're too pretty to cry,” he said crouching down next to me and placing the cigarette back into the side of his mouth “And I hate,” he said as he wiped a tear from my cheek “to see pretty girls cry.” 

Silence filled the air as I looked over at him and then back down at my feet. 

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” I said shakily as I felt more tears run down my face at the mere thought “brought me to some club, and then when I came back from the bathroom I caught him sucking faces with some dumb blond…” I say, my breathing heavy as I try to calm myself down in front of this random stranger. 

Silently, he stood. While he didnt appear to be that tall, his demeanor and ego made him stand 6 '5. 

“Come on,” he said coolly as he extended an arm down towards me. I grabbed it without a second thought and stood, holding onto his hand as he began to walk, dragging me along behind him. 

“Where are we going?” I said curiously as I tried to match his pace. 

“To have fun.” 

“What's your name?” 

“Josh.” 

What a cute name for such a serious-looking man I thought to myself as I walked behind him. 

“Josh what?” 

“Kiszka.” 

I smiled at him as he answered my plethora of questions, trying to act annoyed even though we both know he took me out for “fun”

“Are you going to ask me for mine?” 

“What's yours?” He said with a smile as he glanced at me from over his shoulder. 

“y/n. y/n y/l/n.” He nodded slightly in response. Odd I thought to myself. Who picks up a crying girl from the street and just walks with them? A guy named Josh. 

“You do this a lot?” 

“Do what?” he says with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“Go find random girls to “have fun” with,” I say with a bit of disgust. 

“If you think I'm taking you back to an apartment or house, you're wrong, so don’t think so poorly of me when our night has just started.” 

“I was-” 

“Stop talking” his voice cutting through my words, as my eyes widened at his command. 

“Who the f-” before I could even finish my sentence he turned around quickly, grabbing my wrist. 

“You can either stop talking and trust me, or I can ditch you and let you continue to cry on the side of the street. We both know you don’t want that, do you, pretty girl?” 

I moved to give him an answer but he simply said “That's what I thought” and kept walking. 

I stayed silent as I let him lead me down the streets of Nashville, nightlife still buzzing, lights still flashing, and music still being sung. Finally, we landed at a small bar that seemed to be hosting a singer, for the music could be heard from outside; a complete change of scenery from where I was not even 10 minutes ago. He opened the door for me as I walked inside, taking in the scenery. The lighting was dim and the ceiling was filled with small fairy lights, leaves, and flowers. The tables were made out to look like tree stumps while the stools were made to look like daisies and sunflowers. My eyes landed on the small stage in the far back of the room, where a girl stood singing, laughing as she read the lyrics off the screen. Josh moved from behind me, tilting his head as a single to follow him as he walked up to the small bar and ordered himself a drink, turning to get my order to which I politely replied with “a cosmo please”, my go-to order. 

Once we got our drinks, Josh led us to sit somewhat close to the stage, bringing me to a booth that was dimly lit with purple lighting and large crystals making up a barrier between the other booths, as if it was our little room. 

“This place is cool.” I say, taking in the scenery around me. 

“Yeah it's pretty neat, been in here a few times but never long enough to enjoy it..” he says while twisting his glass between his fingers. 

I nodded as I looked down at my drink, sipping it here and there, the awkward silence eating me alive. I cleared my throat as I moved to speak, 

“I don’t know what to say..” 

“Do you like karaoke?” He said, looking up to meet my stare. 

“Maybe if I was super drunk” I said with a small laugh as I nursed my drink. 

“What would you sing if you had to do it?” he said with a small smile. 

“Uh… gosh I don’t know, probably like an older song… maybe My Way, Don't Go Breaking My Heart if i’m with friends though?” 

“Mm good songs” I nodded my head in response as conversation began to flow, along with the alcohol. 

After about 45 minutes of talking, I completely forgot about the night I started off having. I felt like I knew everything there was to know about Josh and I feel like he knew everything there was to know about me. Just as I finished my drink he stood, and I smiled as he let me know he’d go get us another round. As I sat waiting for his arrival, I heard a familiar sound. Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. Sneaky Bastard, I thought to myself as he walked back towards our booth with drinks in hand and a smile on his face. 

“What’d you do…” I said with a laugh as he set the drinks down in front of me. He simply shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to my side of the booth, grabbing my arm and leading me towards the small stage. 

“What are you doing?” I said, laughing out loud at the action. 

“Getting you to have fun,” he said as he led me up the stairs and handed me the microphone. 

“No Josh im so shit seriously I'm so bad,” I said as I pushed the microphone back towards him.

“It's fine so am I,” he said with a smile as the lyrics started to pop up on the screen and he began to sing. I sit in disbelief as I watch him sing the lyrics, laughing slightly as he does so, to the very small crowd, barely paying attention. “Ok Mr.Kiszka” I laughed as he moved to wrap an arm around my shoulders as he moved the microphone to sit between the two of us as we sang together. 

Perhaps it was all the martinis I was downing, maybe it was the fact that Josh was undeniably one of the most handsome men I've ever seen or even the way he made me feel better and completely forget about the fact that I had been cheated on like there was no one watching, but for the first time the entire night, I genuinely felt happy. This random man that I just met tonight, made me feel a way I haven’t in a long time. As we finished the song, we made our way back to the booth, finishing our drinks in a rush. I followed him to pay the bill, wrapping my arms around his waist as I watched him and we quickly rushed out the door once he got his card back. 

The walk back towards my apartment felt like a scene from a movie. Both of us equally drunk, stumbled down the street, pausing every few blocks to get our hands on each other. Thankfully I lived right on Broadway so it wasn’t a far walk back to mine. Once we got to my complex, we wasted no time running up the stairs to my apartment, fumbling with the keys, and dropping everything the second we finally got inside. 

I opened the door and Josh made quick work of getting us inside, closing the door, and turning me to face him, forcing himself onto me as our lips connected into a deep and passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling a hand in his curly locks as I slowly walked us backward, breaking the kiss and grabbing his hand, leading him towards my room. I pushed the door open and turned to face him, moving to kiss him once more. 

Our mouths met and his tongue licked at my bottom lip, seeking entrance. The kiss only went deeper as his tongue explored my mouth, his beer from earlier still lingering on his tongue. I turned to us slowly, having his knees hit the bed as I pushed him to sit, slowly lowering myself to sit on my knees before him. I made quick work of undoing his belt, pulling his pants down, and planting soft kisses on the inside of his thighs, then softly on his boxers, earning a soft groan from him. 

“Don’t tease me, pretty girl,” he said with a scruff voice, his eyes piercing into mine as I looked up at him through my lashes. I rubbed a hand over his growing bulge as I moved my hands up to his waistband, painfully slowly pulling down his boxers as he lifted his hips. 

I smiled as I brought my hand up to his cock, rubbing it once over as he let out a shuddered breath. I moved my lips along his thighs, slowly bringing them to his base, licking a stripe his length before wrapping my lips around his tip and sinking my mouth onto him. 

“Oh fuck” he gasped out as I began to bob my head up and down on him. “God you're amazing,” he said, bringing a hand to my hair, making a makeshift ponytail. “Could watch you all day.” I laid down a steady rhythm, his moans filling the air. 

“Faster, faster please baby,” he said between moans. With that, I picked up my pace moving faster than before. Eventually, he began to reach the back of my mouth and I choked back a gag as hard as I could, tears forming in my eyes as I did so. His moans filled the air like music to my ears. Before I could keep going, he pulled at my hair, lifting me off of him. I looked up at him as I tried my best to catch my breath, wiping the back of my hand on my mouth. 

“What's wrong?” I said between breaths.

“Close,” he said with his head tilted back and his breathing equally as heavy as mine “C’mere,” he said, grabbing at my arms to lift me and I stood with ease. He began to plant small kisses along my clothed torso, scrunching the silk fabric up slowly, revealing more of my legs. Carefully, he lifted the dress and I met his hands at my chest, removing it all the way, revealing my bare chest as I stood in my tights and underwear, feeling rather shy as I went to cover my chest with my arms. 

“Fuck..” he said in a growling tone as he took in the sight of my body and I watched as his eyes moved up my chest, looking as I attempted to cover it. 

“Why are you getting all shy on me now, pretty girl?” He said, grabbing my arms gently and moving them down, sliding his hands down my arms and then to my tights, pulling them down softly. 

“Get these off you” he said with a smile as he looked up at me. 

Once they were off completely, I moved to straddle him, doing the same to him and taking off his shirt, running my hands down his body as he leaned forward, kissing down my neck to my chest. He brought one hand to my hips and one to my chest, massaging my breast in his palm while he placed the other in his mouth. I moved my hand to the back of his head as mine moved back slightly. 

“J-josh..” I gasped out as I could feel him smile against my skin. 

He moved his kisses back up along my body to my face, our lips connecting once more like glue. I pulled slightly on his hair, earning a groan from him that got muffled in the mix of me biting at his bottom lip. Heat began to form between my legs and naturally, I moved to grind down on him. I moved my lips down to his neck, biting and sucking hard as I continued to pick up my pace, grinding into him. 

“Fuck, you're soaked,” he said with a slight laugh as I leaned back and let out a pornographic moan as he moved a hand between us and brought it to the outside of my underwear. 

“I need you so bad” I mumbled as I rested my head on his shoulder “Please… please..” 

“Please what?” 

“Fuck please touch me,” I said as I dug my hands into his scalp, pulling on his hair tightly. 

With that, he moved my underwear to the side, brought his fingers to my clit, and began to rub in small circular motions, his touch being feather-light. 

“Fuck Josh please,” I said as I bit down slightly on his shoulder. 

With that, he withdrew his hand and hooked it into the seams of my underwear, and moved back slightly, forcing me to stand, my legs shaky with a mix of the alcohol and the pleasure he was bringing me. He lowered my underwear slowly, as I moved to step out of them and crawl back onto the bed, straddling him once more. 

He smiled as I sat on top of him, leaning down to plant small kisses down his chest and once more his neck. 

“Do you have a condom?” he said as he stretched his neck to the side to give me more access. 

“I’m on the pill,” I said between kisses.

Those words alone earned a groan out of him. With ease, I sat back up, looked down at him with hooded eyes, and slowly lowered myself onto him, my jaw dropping slowly in pleasure. 

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh fuuuuuck” I watched as his eyes fluttered shut as I slowly began to pick my hips up before placing them back down onto his and he moved his hands to hold onto my hips. 

I bit my lip as I slowly picked up my pace and placed my hands on either of his shoulders. Gently, he brought one of his hands up to my chest, grabbing and rubbing my breast in his palm as I moved a hand between us as I began to soft rub circles onto my clit, moaning out louder. I felt his hand leave my chest and grab at my wrist, replacing my fingers as I leaned forward and pleaded into his ear. 

“Ple-please don’t stop holy shit” I say as my hair falls off my shoulders in soft waves. 

As our bodies moved in unison, I moved to sit back up, trying to regain some composure before all was lost again. 

“Open your eyes” I let out a small whimper as the words left his lips “Look how good I’m making you feel”. 

I opened my eyes, looking down to where his hand met my body, biting my lip as I watched the way our bodies connected. I wanted more, didn’t want this to end. Ever. 

I felt the pit forming in my stomach, my breathing growing heavier as I felt myself get closer to the edge.

“M’close Josh- don’t stop” I practically screamed out. 

Our moans filled the air till something else joined the mix.

“What the fuck!” 

I’m too deep in to turn around when I realize who it is. My boyfriend. Nothing mattered in the moment, I was so close and I wasn’t going to let some asshole ruin it for me. 

“Who the fuck are you?!” I hear him call out to Josh 

“Fuck she’s so close…. She’s squeezing me so tightly” I open my eyes to look down at him as he smiles at the man standing behind me. 

“J-josh..” Between him telling the man I was still currently dating how I was making him feel and the fact that he hadn’t stopped moving his fingers, my release came fast “i- fuck I’m coming”.

Josh let out a low moan as I stopped moving on him and my body shook with pleasure. He brought his fingers to a halt, now opting to move for me, fucking my cum back into me. 

“Shit m’there too baby…you gonna stay to watch?” I could hear him say with a smile, and then the door slammed shut, followed by the front door. Josh moved quickly, fucking me hard as he came to his finish. 

My name flowed out of his mouth like a mantra as he came, his movements faltering slightly before coming to an end. I slouched slightly as he finished before slowly moving off of him, breathing rapidly matching him. 

He groaned at the loss of contact as I moved to lay down next to him, resting my hands on my stomach. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know he w-” 

I was cut off by him bringing a hand to mine, rubbing my knuckles softly. 

“It made things 10x hotter” He said with a smile as I turned my head softly to look at him, matching his smile. 

“And for the record,” he said with a sarcastic chuckle “you can do way better than that!” he said with a look written on his face saying “ME!”. 

I laughed at him as I moved to place my head on his chest.

“Well if you find someone, send them my way,” I said with a soft shrug and smile. 

“Oh wait actually,” he said as I sat up slightly to look at him “Do you have your phone?” 

I looked at him confused. Why would he want my phone? 

“no… why?” 

“Fuck” he says sighing a bit “I’ve got the number of someone better for you” he said coolly with a slick smirk. 

“Touche,” I said as I leaned down to kiss his lips. “This will be discussed over coffee in the morning Mr.Josh” I said sternly as my lips hovered above his.

“I look forward to it Ms.y/n” I smiled as he leaned in kissing my lips once more before I pulled back. I pulled at the covers, lifting them over ourselves and moving to lay on my side, back facing him as he wrapped an arm around my stomach, pulling me into his backside. 

“Goodnight pretty girl” he whispered as he kissed my hair and lay his head down next to mine. I hummed out slightly before saying, 

“Goodnight Mr.Kiszka.”

The end.

[asendingtothestarsasone]

Waiting to hold you

Summary: A chance encounter leads you to a date with the gorgeous and sweet Jake Kiszka.

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI

Oral (female receiving), Fingering (female receiving) Unprotected Sex, Dirty talk, Biting, Soft Jake.

It was winter, bitterly cold and lonely, when I walked into the library on a Wednesday afternoon. I was sitting in a chair reading Animal Farm by George Orwell when I felt a man walk in behind me. I tried to keep reading and not pay attention, but something kept me locked onto him. As he walked up to the counter, I could hear him talking to the librarian behind me.

"Hey, I'm looking for a book. Could you help me?"

"Sure, what are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Animal Farm. Do you, have it?"

"We sure do. Unfortunately, it looks like you're too late. That woman over there just came in and asked me the same thing."

"Huh, funny that. Looks like I'll have to find something else."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sit down in the corner. His beautiful wavy brown hair cascading around his shoulders. My god, his shoulders and his arms, tanned and muscular. He was fit but not like the usual douchebags; he was perfect. His t-shirt hung loosely with a V-neck that showed off his silver necklaces hanging against his chest. I tried to look away, but I was a woman possessed. I needed to know him, who was he? What made him tick? Why was I drawn to him like a moth to a flame?

Opening his book, he looked me right in the eye. Oh god, he saw me. Fuck, he saw me. I tried to look away, but his piercing gaze… his eyes the color of honey. Then it hit me: his smile. It was perfect, so kind, so loving but with a hint of smirk. I knew I had to look away now before I made more of a fool of myself. I stuck my head back into my book and tried to ignore the god of a man sitting across from me, but I couldn't. I snuck a glance; he was reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. My god, he had taste in literature too. This was bad, very bad.

I lost myself in my book. Before I knew it, I had finished it and he was getting up to leave. This was my shot.

"Hey, I saw that you were after this? I just finished it, so feel free to take it. You could check it out and take it home."

Oh god, I sounded desperate.

"Oh, thanks, that would be great."

"No problem, anytime."

He walked out the door and I quickly went to the bathroom, splashing water on my face. Looking into the mirror, "God, why didn't I just ask him for his phone number?"

Gathering my stuff, I headed out the door, but I was immediately struck by him man leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand, running his hand through his hair. He walked right up to me. I was frozen in shock. He hands me a piece of paper.

"Here's my phone number."

Looking deep into my eyes, not another word was spoken. He hopped onto a gorgeous motorbike I had ever seen and was gone.

I couldn't believe it. It was like he read my mind. Once I got home, I immediately unrolled the note below his number. It read "Jake Kiszka xo". Oh god, I was in trouble. His handwriting was literally perfect. How could I possibly call him? What would I say?

As it started to get dark, I gathered the courage to call him.

"Hey, it's Jake."

"Umm, hi… I kind of met you today at the library."

"Yeah, I remember you. You're the girl that stole my book."

"Well, no, I just got there first."

Yes, that was perfect, be confident.

"Oh, that's right, ha-ha."

"So, um, why did you give me your number? Did you want some book recommendations?"

"Yeah, something like that. I was thinking more like I pick you up, we go out for drinks, then I take you back to mine."

"Oh, I see. I'm not really like that, I…"

"You didn't let me finish. Then you choose a movie, and I'll set it up on the projector in the movie room and make popcorn. After the movie, I'll drop you home. You see, I have this awesome movie room, but I've run out of ideas for films, and I thought since you had such great taste in books, I'm sure you can introduce me to some good films."

"Yeah, okay. I'm sure I could do that."

"Okay, great! Let's say an hour. Message me your address."

"Okay, sweet."

Wow, okay, that just happened. Oh, fuck, what was I going to wear? It had been ages since I'd been on a date. Rifling through my closet, I struck gold: a tight black mini skirt my sister had left behind! Now, let's see—there's that Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, those black platform boots, and a leather jacket. Perfect!

As I applied a touch of makeup, a thought crossed my mind: I don't even know this guy. He could be a total weirdo. Maybe I should do some sleuthing, get a sense of who he is. Logging into Facebook, I entered his name. Instantly, my jaw dropped. "Jake Kiszka, guitarist for Greta Van Fleet." "Greta Van Fleet wins Grammy Award for Best Rock Album." "Greta Van Fleet sells out Madison Square Garden." No way, this can't be real. But then I scrolled through some photos, and there he was—long hair, dangling necklaces. Totally lost in the moment, he looked absolutely glorious.

God, if I wasn't nervous enough already, he was a fucking rockstar, and he asked me on a date. This man could have anyone he wanted at the snap of his fingers.

Gathering all the confidence I could muster; I messaged him my address. Then I heard my phone beep, and there was the message:

"I'll be there in 10."

Before I knew it, there was a knock at my door. Opening it, I was greeted with that gorgeous smile. God, he looked good: black button-up shirt left half undone to show his necklaces, sleeves rolled up, and black jeans.

"Hey, Y/N, are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

Walking over to his car I hoped into the passenger side

"Hey, I think you didn't shut the door hard enough." Here, he leans over to grab the door from the inside, pulling it shut with force. By now, I am getting flustered; I can't even make eye contact with him.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

"No not at all."

As he grabbed his packet of cigarettes and pulled one to his lips, I couldn't help but stare at his hands. He had on silver rings; his hands were big and beautiful. I let my mind wander to how they would feel holding me. As he took a puff of his cigarette, I thought I had never seen someone look so attractive smoking. Absentmindedly, I pressed my legs together and forced my eyes away. Thank God, the music started playing. Tim Buckleys' "Song to the Siren" was one of my favorites, so I started humming along.

"Oh, you know this song?"

"Yeah, it's actually one of my favorite songs"

"Huh, good taste in music too. What a talented girl."

"You can talk."

"What do you mean? What do you know of my talents hmm?"

"Oh nothing. I was just making conversation ha-ha."

I decided it would be best not to let him know I knew who he was; I didn't want to come off as a groupie.

"I see."

He gives me a mischievous look and continues driving.

After a while, we get to the bar and find our way to a table. Looking at the drink menu was overwhelming, so I quickly picked a fun cocktail. He ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

Drinking my drink as fast as possible, he kept staring at me. I was definitely going to need liquid courage tonight.

"So, tell me about yourself."

"Well, I grew up in a small town I moved here about 3 years ago."

"Oh really? what made you move here?"

"I moved here to be with my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend but he was my boyfriend at the time."

"Yeah, I get you."

"We split up a year ago and I have just been here ever since."

"So, you don't have any family up here?"

"No."

"But you have friends though, right?

"No not really, it's just me."

The concern on his face was unexpected.

"You don't anyone to look out for you?"

"Well, no not really but I'm okay, I'm fine."

"Well, you have me now."

Looking into his eyes, something told me to trust him. The next hour was spent talking about everything from our favorite authors to our childhoods. Turns out we had so much in common. As the drinks started to work their magic, I finally felt comfortable and started coming out of my shell.

"Should we head off? a movie and some snacks sound really good right now."

"Yes, I'm ready to go."

Getting back into his car, he put on some Pink Floyd.

"You didn't shut the door properly again ha-ha."

This time, when he leaned over to shut it, his arm brushed across me. His touch was electrifying; I could smell his cologne—it was dark, musky, and smelled divine. I tried to play it cool, as if the interaction didn't make my insides do backflips, but I think he could tell. He just seemed to know without words.

Driving up to his house, I was shocked by how nice it was. Finding our way to the movie room, I sat down on the couch. It had gotten very cold since we left the bar. He quickly lit the fire, bringing warmth to the room.

"So, what movie have you go in store for us?"

"Bones and All."

"Ooh I haven't heard of that one."

"It's a newer film but its haunting and beautiful and it really stuck with me."

"It sounds perfect." He flashed me a perfect smile.

Settling on the couch, he brought out a whole table full of snacks: popcorn, candy, a fruit platter with strawberries, grapes, and melon, cheese and crackers, mini sandwiches, and even some chocolate-covered pretzels. God, he really went all out.

When he finally joined me on the couch the movie started, and he dimmed the lights.

By now I was really feeling the cold and was starting to shiver.

"Are you cold, wait here I will bring a blanket"

"No, I'm fine really"

"You are shivering, I'll be back in a second."

When he returned with the blanket, he wrapped it around me and then put his arms around me to warm me up. As we sat there in the blanket cocoon, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt safe, like I didn't have to be strong for a moment, like I could just be myself.

As the movie played, we had some snacks some more drinks I was feeling so content.

"Hay Y/n can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can."

"Can I kiss you."

"Please kiss me."

This kiss was everything when his lips touched mine all I could see where stars his lips where so soft and he was so gentle it made my heart flutter.

"I have wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you Y/N."

"Me too."

The kisses turned more passionate, and I was on cloud nine.

"Can I take you to my room?"

I was nervous but the way he looked at me made me feel brave.

"Okay."

"Are you sure only if you want to, you are totally in control here."

"I want too."

Walking into his bedroom it was so him band posters on the wall's, mood lighting, beautiful guitars everywhere and big bed with black bedding and a gorgeous fur throw. He sat on his bed and patted a spot next to him.

"Come here." He smiled at me sweetly.

As I sat down, he kissed me gently then more passionately until I was starting to feel the heat rising in my chest. I started to panic.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I Just haven't really done this, I haven't been with anyone since my ex, and he was the only one."

"The only one you have been with. Ever?"

"Well yeah."

"Listen I'm not going to hurt you I promise. If you let me, I would like to make you feel good. Thats all I want to do."

"I think I would like that."

"We can stop whenever you want."

The kisses became more passionate. I kept trying to match his fire, but he was definitely winning the battle.

He started leaving a trail of kisses down my neck until he got to the top of my bra. Pulling it down he started kissing and licking my nipple ever so genially it was driving me wild, and I dug my fingernails into his arm, but he didn't let up taking his hand to my other breast and giving it genital squeezes and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I let out a moan which seemed to make him happy. The kisses started traveling further down until he started tugging at the top of my skirt.

"Can I?"

"Please."

He pulled down my skirt and my panties.

"Wow you are so perfect."

Running his fingers over my pussy I was so wet I was soaking his fingers.

He pulled his fingers to his lips sucking them clean, before bringing his face to my pussy and beginning to lick up all the wetness. His hands were holding my legs, open and with every lick my legs were shaking.

Then he brought a finger to my entrance and started pushing it inside me until it was all the way, then he put another finger in until it was deep inside me, and continued to lick up all the wetness that was pooling. I started to feel lightheaded I could feel an orgasm about to hit and was hyperventilating but he grabbed my hand with his free one and held me while he sent me slamming into the wall of my orgasm.

I was shaking as he brought his face to mine.

"You are so beautiful like this."

He kissed me so sweetly it made my knees weak.

"We can stop here if you want or do you want to keep going?"

"Please don't stop I want to keep going."

He kissed me again this time with more fire and put his hand around my neck giving it squeeze.

"Can I fuck you baby?"

"I'm yours."

"Good girl."

He started kissing my neck again and nibbling on my ear which drove me mad.

He took himself in his hand and started rubbing his cock up and down my pussy getting it nice and wet then he lined himself up with my entrance. I was nervous but his kissed me softly and pushed it in a little bit then a little bit more taking his time and letting me get used to his size. Once it was all the way inside me, he pulled back out.

"Does that feel okay?"

"Yeah, it feels good"

"Such a good girl for me."

This time he lined it up with my entrance and slammed it to the hilt.

A loud moan left my lips.

"Do you like that princess; do you like it when I full you all the way up?"

"Yes, I love it, please don't stop."

"Don't worry baby this cock is all yours."

He started to relentlessly trust into me over and over I started to moan his name which made him feral he started to squeeze my breasts and then bite into my neck the pain mixed with the pleasure was too much and I was feeling the wave of another orgasm coming on.

"Are you gonna cum for me baby? I can feel you tensing around my cock. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock like a good girl."

His words in my ear were too much and the orgasm took over me

"Such a good little princess, cum for me"

I let go and felt the release of my orgasm throughout my whole body and I could feel my wetness soak him.

"Holy fuck Y/N."

The feeling of me cumming around his cock was too much for him and he lost his composure.

"Oh, fuck Y/N I'm going to cum.

"Please fill me up."

I could feel him tense inside of me and his warm cum filling me up.

He pulled out of me and pulled me into his arms giving me kisses on the forehead and playing with my hair until I fell asleep.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard him whisper.

"Get some rest baby, you're going to need it.

[russellsppttemplates]

It's time I take a stepback (Mick Schumacher)

Becoming parents of three makes you and Mick wonder if a change in the routine is the best option

Note: english is not my first language. I'm a sucker for dad!driver as I've said before, so here's another piece!

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"So no more work for me?", you frowned. For all you knew, this was going to be a regular check up with your OB, but it didn't seem like the ones you had been in before.

"It's my advice, yes", she noted, "even though your last pregnancies were fine, and we are expecting this one to be, too, its better to be safe. The guidelines we have for people your age and with these numbers suggest that, whenever it is possible, you should rest more towards the end of the pregnancy". As she typed what you assumed your leave on the computer, your husband grabbed your hand in his, resting it on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"Should we keep an eye out for anything?", Mick questioned, "the usual signs, really. I know it's only busier now since you have your two little ones at home, but resting as much as possible while still keeping active, drinking loads of water and good eating. If there is anything suspicious, you can just call me or text me", she smiled, handing you the copy and getting up, "thank you so much, have a nice day", you managed to say.

The walk back to the car was done in silence, Mick closing the door on your side before getting to the driver's seat, "whatever you want to say, you can say it now, liebling. I've been with your for a long time and I know when you are keeping something, and you know I won't judge your thoughts", he teased, finding his attempt at making you smile successful.

"What does she mean 'with people your age and numbers'? Was she calling me fat? Or old? Probably both of them", you grumbled, looking to see your husband in a fit of giggles, "Liebling, I'm sorry", he excused himself, "I don't think she meant it in that way, she's just looking out for you and our babygirl. And, fortunately, we can work with what she advised", he reasoned, "besides, Sebastian and Aurora will love the idea of having us around a little more now".

"Still think she called me old and fat", you mumbled, seeing one of your favourite bakeries, "Oh, Mick, can we go there, my love? A croissant would be really good right now", you pouted, smiling when he flickered on the turn signal, "I have the best husband in the world!".

On your way home, you stopped by your workplace, handing in the maternity leave and saying a "see you soon" to all your colleagues before you went to pick up the kids. Aurora couldn't hide her surprise when she saw both of her parents by the gate, "Hey, mama! Hey, papa! Why are you both here today?", she quizzed, holding her hands out so the three of you could walk side by side, "I'm going to take some time off work, so we can spend some more time together from now on", you said as you checked of she fastened her seatbelt properly once you got to the car, "and to rest, too, let's not forget that part", Mick chipped in.

It started raininh when you arrived at Sebastian's pre-school, so Mick grabbed an umbrella and left you and Aurora in the car. "You are okay, right, mama? You're staying home because you need to rest, that's all, right?", your oldest asked, looking into your eyes through the rear view mirror. Unbucklibg your seat belt, you moved around in the space you had so you could face her, "yes, Rora. I'm all good, there's nothing to worry about. Mama just needs rest, and it's always nice that we get to spend more time together, right?", you soother her worries, seeing Seb and Mick walk to the car, "uh-oh", your daughter said, "Sebastian just walked into a big water puddle", she pointed out. Chuckling at your little boy's antics as his father picked him up, you couldn't help but shake your head, "see? It's always nice to have more hands on deck".

"Hi mama! Hi, Rora!", Sebastian greeted, pressing a sloppy kiss on his sister's cheek, "how are you and baby sister?", he asked, "we're doing good, my love. And how was your day?", you asked, fastening your belt again while Mick drove home, "it was good! But now my feet are wet, I have to change when I get home".

While Mick took care of dinner with Seb's help, you helped Aurora with her homework, coming out of her bedroom when Sebastian called, "Mama, Rora!", he yelled as he walked inside after knocking on the door, "Papa and I made lasagna! It's not as good as Oma's, but it's pretty close!", he smiled proudly at their achievement, holding your hand as he helped you down the stairs.

"I hope you didn't start eating without us", Sebastian threatened, "of course we didn't, we know mama takes a little longer on the stairs now", Aurora reasoned, tapping your baby bump cutely as she went around you to sit at the table, "I want that crispy bit, please".

The bedtime routine went smoothly as you both read stories to Aurora and Sebastian, kissing their foreheads goodnight, "I'm so tired I feel like I could sleep right here", you chuckled, arranging the pillows on the sofa.

"Do you want to go back upstairs? I can finish this here quickly and I'll join you in a bit", Mick offered, seeing you contemplate, "you really don't mind?", you squinted, "no, I don't. Go upstairs, beautiful", he added, kissing your lips as he ushered you up the stairs.

As much as you didn't like to admit it, this pregnancy was taking a big toll on you. You had two kids that despite being pretty good and calm still required your attention and energy, and as you approached the third trimester, you started to feel that the mandated rest from your doctor was actually a good decision.

"Oh, you're in bed already?", Mick asked when he closed the bedroom door, seeing you tucked in bed. He quickly did his nighttime routine, grabbing the bottle of oil on his way so he could sit next to you.

"Hi, baby girl", he began, taking the cap off and depositing some on your bump, "you're going to be a lot calmer, we hope, since mama is taking some time off", he kissed your belly button, "we are all going to do something to help her and make sure she doesn't run herself ragged".

"And what is papa going to do? Everytime mama looks at him, she gets even more flustered", you ran your fingers through his hair, teasing him slightly and not expecting his answer, "well, papa had been thinking about retiring", he gulped, looking up at you as his hands continued the ministrations on your skin.

"What?", you fixed your position, sitting properly against the headboard so you could face your husband, "where's this coming from?".

"It's not new, before you think this is because of today's appointment", Mick began, "I've been thinking about retiring so I can be home for you and the kids. With Rora, it was the first time so we managed it, and with Seb we just winged it and went along, but three kids? It's a whole different experience. I can tell that it's a lot more tiring, and while some things get easier because of experience, I wouldn't want you to have to manage three kids on your own", he explained.

"And you'd just leave motorsport? You would stop racing?", you asked, unsure of you were getting his point.

"Yes. I have won championships, I've raced competitively to my heart's content. I have a career that I'm proud of, that I'd like to tell my children about when they grow older. And I also want to spend more time with them, with you. I want to be able to help and be more present in their lives", he reasoned.

"You are present in their lives, Mick", you reasoned, "I know, liebling. But retiring would mean that I'm almost always here, and I want that", he rubbed his thumb on your hand, smoothing the skin, "I've spoken to Toto, and the team are okay with waiting a little bit. They have plans for either way, so it's just a matter of my decision, of our decision".

"You've given this some thought", you mumbled, "and no matter where this goes, my position is the same. As long as it makes you happy, we will be here to support you", you smiled, grabbing his hand and kissing it before placing it back in your bump, playing with his fingers, "I would never want you to give up something that you love so much, but if you want to do it, then me, Rora, Seb and Harriet are going to be here for you", you smiled.

"Thank you, liebling", he kissed your lips, "I love you. Also", he pointed out, "Harriet, hm?".

"I've been thinking about names and Harriet came up. Just trying it out and see how it flows, you know?", you cuddled him, kissing his chest, "I love you so much, Mick".

.

Arriving at home, Mick helped Aurora and Sebastian out of the car before they walked up to the living room together, "when I left them here to go and pick you up from Oma's, Harriet was still asleep, so we have to keep quiet, okay?", he checked, seeing the kids nod as he opened the door.

"Can we come in? I have an excited big sister and big brother here", Mick said as they walked inside. Aurora held her brother's hand in hers, urging him to go in front of her, "go, you can do this", she whispered on his ear.

The small encouragement didn't go unnoticed by you and Mick, deciding to comment on it later, "she was just asleep but she woke up, I guess she's very excited to meet you two", you smiled, arranging the pillows so both kids could sit on either side of you while they peeked at their baby sister, Mick crouching in front of you, "can I give her a kiss, mama?", your son asked, carefully kissing his sister's cheek when you nodded. The baby made a noise that caught him off guard, "Oh, she didn't like it?", he pouted, tears welling in his eyes.

Quickly, Mick caught on the moment, "no, Seb, none of that. She just didn't expect it, maybe. You know when me and mama go to your room to wake you up? You don't like it a lot, right? It's almost the same for Harriet, she wasn't counting on it, that's all", he encouraged, gesturing for his son to try again, this time seeing Aurora do the same as the baby sighed in content, "see? She's happy now, she loves those kisses", Mick finished, looking up and seeing you with teary eyes.

"It's our family, let me cry all I want", you sniffed, "they're happy tears anyway", you announced, kissing all of the children's foreheads before puckering your lips to kiss your husband's.

Later, Mick found himself feeding Harriet while you played with Aurora and Sebastian. He hadn't been home for long, but he could see how you were juggling it. You were still recovering from giving birth, but like he had predicted, three kids was a lot. His mother had stopped by for dinner, taking control of the kitchen as she baked one of her roasts.

"Thank you for this", he said to Corinna, "I don't know how you two have managed this when I wasn't here", he admitted.

"We found it in ourselves", Corinna began, "and she also spoke to me about your plans, or the option that is on the table, I guess", she clarified, wanting to hear more about it from her son.

"I feel accomplished in my career, for now at least. And I want to be involved in their lives. I never felt like dad was not involved because he always made the effort, and I want to do the same. And I want to be there when they wake up, to get them from school, and three kids requires a lot more juggling. I don't want Y/N to have to do all of that juggling, or to stop chasing her dreams because of motherhold", he reasoned, "we're in this together, and I think it's time I take a stepback".

"Corinna, they are asking for you. I may be biased, but they have some pretty cute drawings to show you. Ambiguous when it comes to what they represent, but cute nonetheless", you smiled, seeing your mother in-law wipe her hands on the kitchen towell and heading to the living room where you just were.

"Hi, little bug", you cooed, seeing Harriet resting happily in her father's chest, "you just found the comfiest spot ever, didn't you? I have to share it with three of you now".

"It's a good thing that I'll be here more often then", Mick stated, kissing the top of her head and moving to kiss yours too.

"Are you sure about that?", you asked, looking for any uncertainty in his eyes. You had known him all your life, so it wasn't hard to look for the light fog in his eyes or his nervous eyebrow twitch. But you were met instead with a peaceful expression, eyes glossy and happy. "I'm sure, liebling. I spoke to Toto this morning and I'm retiring. I want to be here with you", he confirmed, feeling your arms wrap around his torso, "I'm so proud of you, Mick, we all are. And I bet the kids will love having your around even more".

"Are you saying their mother won't love having me around more?", he teased, smirking at you, "Oh, as soon as this is all working, their mother knows exactly what to do with that time".

[midwestmade29]

Stress Relief ❤️‍🔥

I'm still hung up on Jay White, but can you really blame me? 😂 I'll get back to writing my requested stories as soon as I stop swooning over this man 🫠 Word Count: 1.6k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🙂 When Jay is stressed, you help him relieve some of it...

Something seemed off with Jay when he sauntered into the kitchen after getting a phone call from Austin and Colten. He stood with his palms pressed against the counter, completely lost in thought while you put away some clean dishes.  “Penny for your thoughts?” you asked gently.

Your words seemed to grab his attention.

“What? Oh, sorry love. Just thinking over what the boys told me about Billy. I guess he was really pissed about us showing up unannounced at his house with a camera crew. Grouchy old man! I wish my bat would’ve gotten a taste of his oversized tv,” he said with a scowl. “He’s considering taking it up with HR,” “Would he really do that? You guys didn’t even do anything, just toyed around with a couple of his things and admired some pictures on the wall. No harm, no foul,” you shrugged. “It’s not like you to worry about such things though baby. What’s bothering you so much about it?”

Jay let out a rush of air, clearly growing more frustrated by the minute.

“To be honest, I’m not even sure. I’m letting this whole thing with Billy and The Acclaimed mess with my head. Ugh, I need some fresh air,” He threw his hands in the air as he made his way out the back door.

45 minutes had gone by with no sign of Jay. You had since finished up in the kitchen and started getting yourself ready for bed. You stole one of his wrestling t-shirts out of the dresser before brushing your teeth and turning down the bed. It felt odd laying there without him, so you went on a hunt to find him. You checked each room in the house before looking out by the pool with no such luck. A lightbulb when off in your head when you thought to check the home gym attached to the garage next. Sure enough, when you approached the door, you heard the weights on a machine clanking together and his favorite music blasting. You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed taking in the sight of your man as he continued his workout.

He was wearing one of his cut off shirts along with a pair of shorts that were hanging off the v of his hips, his arms and forehead glistening with sweat as he pushed himself harder and harder. You were practically salivating! The grunts he made as he worked his body sent a jolt of lust straight to your core. After stepping away from the machine, he picked up a couple of the free weights and began doing arm curls with them in front of the wall of mirrors. You decided to make your presence known by walking up behind him and meeting his eyes in one of the mirrors. The smile that covered his face when he saw you in his t-shirt made you go weak in the knees! Jay was about to put the weights down when you yelled out over the loud music

“Don’t stop on my account! I’m enjoying the view,” He chuckled at your remark, not daring to disappoint you by ceasing his movements. You saw the remote to the sound system in the reflection of the mirror, so you grabbed it and turned the volume down while also changing the genre.

“That doesn’t sound like workout music,” he pointed out when he heard the tempo change. “Oh, but it is workout music baby,” you replied coyly. “Just not for the type of workout you’re doing currently,”

Jay sat his weights down in a hurry when he caught on to what you were implying before hopping over a weight bench on his way over to you. You were lost in a fit of giggles when he took you in his arms and began planting kisses up and down the length of your neck. He drug his long fingers up your bare thighs, bunching up your t-shirt with his hands before gripping your hips tightly with them. His accent was ever present when he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“And what kind of workout did you have in mind, love?”

Your brain instantly turned to mush from his words, making you lose your nerve. When Jay noticed your sudden shyness, he made sure to capitalize on it.

“Come on sweet girl, don’t back down now. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you came out here. Better yet, why don’t you tell me what was going through that pretty little head of yours when you were watching me,” You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, swallowing hard when you saw how flushed your cheeks were. Your body was giving itself away from the color of your cheeks to your enlarged pupils, to the rapid rise and fall of your chest. Your fingertips seemed to tingle while they rested on Jay’s muscular arms, his scent was dancing around your nose. He was only mere inches away from your face, his breath tickling your skin, but that didn’t even feel like it was close enough! It was no surprise that he was having this kind of effect on you, he always has.

Your words came out rushed as you scrambled trying to find the right ones to respond with.

“I-I was just getting ready for bed. It didn’t feel right not having you next to me, th-that’s it,”

“I see. And is that what you’re still wanting? To go back inside and get some sleep?”

When you shook your head no, Jay pulled you flush against his body, using his  fingers to outline your jaw before running his thumb across your lips. You melted into his touch when he cupped your cheek with his hand, earning a small gasp from him when you turned and kissed his palm.

“I’m not tired anymore,” you said suggestively. “I’d much rather help you relive some of your stress,” “I’m all yours sweet girl. You’re in control, do what you want with me. Make me forget all about anything and everything that’s not you,” With your palm flat on his chest, you backed Jay up until his calves contacted the weight bench. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down simultaneously. You instructed him to sit on the bench, his length standing at attention ready for whatever you had in store. He watched you intently as you pulled your own panties down, stepping out of them before straddling his lap.

Your entrance hovered above his tip, your arousal already making it slick. With your hands on his shoulders, you inched yourself down on Jay. He licked his lips and sighed at the feeling of you around him, the look in his eyes practically begging you to take the rest of him in. You had one more thing you wanted to say first.

“Don’t think baby, only feel. It’s just you and me, nothing else matters besides that,”

Your lips parted while you sat all the way down, the fullness you were feeling now was delectable! Your walls stretched around Jay as you found your rhythm, pleasure overtaking you. The string of pants and moans Jay let out as you rocked your hips was euphoric and music to your ears.

You had that man seeing stars! You pulled his hair tie out and tossed it to the floor, grabbing a handful of his sweaty locks with each of your hands and tugging. Your lips crashed against his before he had the chance to release a sound.

Jay wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you tightly against his chest and nuzzling his face in your neck. The friction his body was creating against yours was sending you into overdrive, making you work harder and harder for the sweet ecstasy that your orgasm would bring.

“God love, you are incredible. Just look at yourself in the mirror! Look at you taking me so well, look at how perfectly we connect,” Jay murmured. There was something so very erotic and sexy about seeing things unfold in the mirror. It was nearly impossible to look away now! You both got lost in your reflection as you enjoyed the view. Jay could tell by the way your walls were tightening around him that you were moments away from unraveling.

“That’s it sweet girl, don’t hide from it. Don’t look away. Look how beautiful you are as you’re about to cum!” he encouraged.

With a few more rocks of your hips, you fell apart around him. You watched as your body and legs shook, how your mouth fell open, and how incredibly consumed with lust Jay appeared to be. His hands supported your back as you rode out the remainder of your orgasm, ultimately bringing him over the edge with you.

You smiled against Jay’s lips as you stole kisses from him while he tried to steady his breathing, still reveling in the way he felt inside of you. The two of you were a sweaty, sticky mess but it didn’t bother either of you.

“Feeling any better?” you whispered against his neck.

“So much better, love. I think all I needed was a dose of you. You seem to be the cure for all,” Jay replied, his words still a little breathy. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,”

With one last glance in the mirror, you removed yourself from Jay and the two of you made your way back into the house. When you were settled in bed, you snuggled in close and fell into a deep sleep. That night Jay had the best night of sleep he’s had in a while, waking up the next morning a little sore from is double workout from the night before.

[lily-alphonse]

Alex/Shane rarepair sporty boys bromance🙏

OH IVE GOTTA MAKE THIS ONE ANGSTY. Implied past child abuse as well. If it was to become a full fic it would have a happy ending though.

I like that they are on opposite ends of fulfilling their dreams. Shane is kind of the ghost of Alex's future ain't he?

Oooo wait okay lets take the headcanon from the SamAlex fic and have Alex returning from college after being forced to drop out due to poor grades.

Alex has been away for two years, becoming an entirely different person. He was a star athlete with a hot (albeit on and off again) boyfriend. He felt more like himself than ever before... and then it all came crashing down.

When he comes back to town, its like stepping into old shoes that don't fit anymore. He doesn't feel safe to be himself and shuts down. He puts on an act of the person he used to be. Cocky. Macho. He pretends nothing affects him and he has it all figured out.

Shane looks even rougher than when he last saw him. Worse than reminding him of where his future might be headed, he reminds him of his dad. Drinking all the time. So angry. Who would put him in charge of a kid? He's kind of worried for Jas. He’s glad she has Marnie at least. Marnie’s always been nice.

It’s night. Shane is leaving the saloon, Alex is outside sitting with Dusty. He watches Shane with contempt in his eyes, and Shane won’t stand for it anymore. He feels him watching, spins around and snaps at him.

“You got a fucking problem or something?”

Alex stands up slowly, a silent reminder of the pure mass Shane is up against. Maybe a fight could be good for him. Let off some steam. But he gives Shane a chance to back down.

“Walk away, Shane.”

He, unsurprisingly, does the opposite. He comes closer. “No. I haven’t done anything to you, so what's your fucking issue?"

The alcohol on his breath causes a long-buried fear to spike in Alex and it has him clenching his fists at his sides. He wills himself not to tremble. Not now. Not now. He feels cornered, readying to swing at him when Shane's next words catch him off guard.

"Why are you here, Alex?" Shane sounds older. More tired. His bleary eyes don't miss the look in Alex's. There's something he recognizes there.

But now Alex is terrified for a different reason. He's so tired of keeping this wall up that he's actually tempted to be honest with him. His defenses are crumbling around him as part of him thinks that Shane would understand better than anyone...

His mind balks at the thought, since that would mean they were in any way similar. So he turns it around on him, throwing a mirror up between them as his last defense.

“What are YOU doing here Shane? What happened to you, you’re a fucking mess.”

Shane rolls his eyes, waving him off as he backs away again. “Yeah, yeah, piss on the town drunk. It’s all been said and done, asshole.”

“No,” Alex says firmly, following him, corralling him back against Dusty's fence, “you started this.” He won't let him back out of this now. For some reason he can't let this conversation die. It's real and it's painful and he craves it.

Shane folds his arms and scoffs. “Technically you started it by glaring at me all the time.”

Alex grinds his teeth. "It'll get even worse for you if you even think about harming Jas."

Shane's eyes widen with fire, arms slowly moving to his sides again. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Alex steps closer, looking down on Shane now. "You heard me."

"I would NEVER hurt her you fucking--"

Shane moves to push him but Alex pushes him back harder, but the show of protectiveness for Jas seems to flip a switch in him because he doesn't want to hurt Shane.

He kisses him.

Eeeehehehe I hope this one gets enough reblogs to be included in the poll bc it'd be interesting

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[sturniololoco]

hiii, i just wanna say i love your writing so much and keep up the amazing work! also earlier today i was watching the vlog about chris and nick learning to drive , and wanted to know if you could write something where sturniolo sister is there and maybe she gets a chance at driving as well with matt guiding her, idk if that makes any sense at all 😭 but if you understand what i meant could you do something like that? thank youuu 😭🩷

Driving Lessons

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Cussing, panic, etc.

Note: Kinda short. Sorry!

SLS/N's POV

I think it's safe to say that Nick, Chris, and I rely on Matt a ton when it comes to going places.

Whether it's to school, target, or to a friend's house, we always need him to drive, and he usually doesn't pitch too much of a fit.

But I still wanted to help out and get my license, so I asked him to teach me.

So that's where we are tonight: In the middle of an empty McDonald's parking lot at 2:30 in the morning.

-

I got into the driver's seat as Matt went around the car and into the passenger's seat. Matt somehow convinced Nick and Chris to stay home, which I was very grateful for, knowing that they would only be a distraction.

Matt showed me how to adjust my seat and rearview mirror since he was so much taller than me. I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, feeling nervous.

"Hey, your gonna do fine. I'll be right here the whole time." He said, picking up my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

I nodded, trying to get my confidence up. I looked at him, waiting for my first instruction.

"Okay, so the first thing you're going to do is move your shifter from the P to the D. Tell me, what do those stand for?" He asked me. I looked at the shifter labels and thought back to my driver's ed book.

"Park and Drive? I said, almost like a question I was afraid to get wrong.

"Yes, good girl. Go ahead and move it, but keep for foot on the break." He said. I smiled, happy I was making him proud.

I did as he said, then slowly pulled out of our parking spot, checking for cars.

-

After about 15 minutes, I was finally getting the hang of it. I always made sure to put my blinker on at turns and to check for people and cars.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're doing amazing. Much better than Nick and Chris by far!" He joked as I made my last round of the parking lot.

As I went to pull back into our parking lot, a truck pulled into the row behind me, taking me off guard. My hands began getting sweaty again and a cold flush of fear flowed through me.

Instinctively, I sped up a little. Then, I pulled into the closest parking space I could find. I quickly put the shifter back to the P and switched the car off.

I breathed heavily, hands shaking as I stared out the front windshield. I heard Matt's door open and close, then saw him walking around the car to the driver's side.

He pulled my door open and then crouched down to get on my level. He used his pointer finger and thumb to pull my chin to the left, forcing me to look at him.

"You Okay SLS/N?" He asked me. I nodded.

"I need words, sweetheart. I need to know you're okay." He said again, letting go of my chin and putting his hand on my cheek.

"I-yeah I'm okay. I just got nervous. I'm really sorry." I say, feeling bad that I ruined the night. He gave a smile, saying,

"Don't you dare say you're sorry! You did so well and I am very proud of you. So why don't we get a McFlurrie and head home, yeah?"

I nod vigorously. He chuckled and took my hand, helping me out of the car.

-

"So, what did ya crash into?" Chris said as we walked inside, McFlurries in hand. I giggled while Matt said,

"For your information, she did very, very well. She even got rewarded with a treat." We cheered, touching our McFlurries together.

"You didn't get me one?!" Nick said, looking disappointed.

I rolled my eys and handed him mine so he could take a bite, which he gladly accepted.

"Fuck no I didn't get you one! The last time we drove, you took out the side mirror with a stop sign!" Matt said, laughing.

That caused all of us but Nick to laugh out loud, clutching our sides, out of breath. Nick shrugged and said,

"That bitch was in my way!"

[fr0gggy22]

Ghost ~ Reaper

WARNINGS

Abusive relationship

Assault

Threats

MDNI!!!!! I will block you.

I was an Army Medic for the U.S. army, callsign: Reaper, when Captain Price noticed me and thought I would be a good fit for Task Force 141. I of course said yes, since this was a pretty huge deal; though my boyfriend did not like it one bit. He wanted me to stay home more, not be off in a different country almost every few weeks.

I had been on the task force for about a month now and have only done one mission, though I seem to be getting along with everyone, except for Ghost. I don't know why, but he seems to have a grudge against me for something; who knows what.

"Baby, you home?" I hear my boyfriend open the apartment door. I smile and greet him. "Surprised you are home. Thought you would be with the dogs."

"Don't Max, I work with them that's all," Here he goes again; he has this theory that I am sleeping with either one of them or all of them. "You know I would never cheat on you." Not like you cheated on me last year.....

"You sure about that?" His eyes narrowed and he dropped his briefcase to the ground before walking towards me. He gently placed his hand on my throat. My breathing got harder, what was I supposed to do in a situation like this? He wouldn't hurt me, right?

"I promise Max, I love you and only you," I assured him. He then threw me against the wall and tightened his hand around my throat, it was barely letting me breathe.

"Then why the fuck is your phone full of texts from all the guys?" His eyes were almost pitch black now, originally a dark blue. "Hmm?"

"Work texts." Wait... "When did you look through my phone?"

"Doesn't matter," He waves his other hand at me, and the other tightening even tighter to the point that I was wheezing.

"Max...." I pleaded. "Please don't do this."

"Do what? Hmm?" His hand tightens. I could feel my blood vessels popping on my face and numbness overtook me. This was going to leave a bruise for sure. "Teach you a lesson? Cause that's what you need right now. You need to know that you belong to me and only me."

Darkness then took over and I passed out.

I woke up the next morning on the floor and my throat was on fire. I groaned and got up; looking in the mirror you could see dark purple handprints wrapped around my throat. Fuck, how was I going to cover this from the guys?

Checking the time, I see that I am late for work. So I quickly get dressed in a turtleneck and head out to the base.

"Reaper! There ya are!" Soap smiled as he saw me and then noticed what I was wearing. "Why the fuck are you wearing that? It's like 100 degrees outside."

Shit. "I realized that I have to do laundry, all I had left." That was a good excuse, right? He nods, still looking a bit confused. We both walk to the briefing room where everyone else was that was going on the mission in a couple of days.

"Y/L/N, glad you can finally join us. Had Soap go and find you," Captain Price looked towards me and the turtleneck I had on.

"Sorry Sir," I sit down in the open seat between Ghost and Soap. My leg shook the whole time Price was briefing us on the mission, it was hard to stay focused. My hand kept playing with the edge of the turtleneck as I was now sweating profusely. Once the briefing was over, I scurried out of the room and towards the bathroom.

I looked towards the mirror and pulled down my turtleneck to see the dark bruises. Why did I let Max do this? I know how to handle myself and fight back, yet I let him do this to me. Was I that weak? I heard someone come into the bathroom and quickly pulled up my turtleneck. It was Ghost.

"Lieutenant," I nod at him. "I think you have the wrong bathroom."

"Tell me he didn't," He demands, taking a couple steps towards me. "Tell me I am wrong." He was practically pleading. He knew, he fucking knew. My eyes started to water. "Fuck Y/N. Let me see how bad." I didn't say anything and only nodded slightly.

He came forward and gently put his hand on my face before pulled the turtleneck down to see my neck. He inhaled and exhaled forcefully. He then put the turtleneck back and put both his hands on my face while I stared into his eyes as he wore his signature balaclava. "Please tell me you beat the shit out of him."

"I couldn't," I cried. "It's like I couldn't move my body." I told him honestly. I shouldn't be breaking down in front of my superior but here I was, doing it.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest, one of his hands around my waist while the other was cradling my head. "I've got you Y/N... I've got you, you are safe here." My phone then dinged notifying me that I got a text.

Looking at the text Soap sent, my heart dropped. It said that Max was at the gate and he let him in to see me. Ghost looked over my shoulder to see the text. "I am going to fucking kill him."

"Don't," I pleaded, placing my hands on his biceps and looking up towards him. "He is not worth it."

"But you are," My face warmed up at his words and I quickly wiped my tears away, getting ready to face Max. Once I was good, I looked towards Ghost and gave a forced smile.

"Here I go," We both walk out of the bathroom and towards the front of the base where I see Soap and Max talking, but as soon as Max saw me, his eyes narrowed. "Hey baby." I smiled at him.

"You forgot your lunch," He pulled me in for a rough kiss before handing me my lunch.

"Thank you, guess I was in a hurry this morning," I chuckle hesitantly.

"What were you doing with him?" He muttered into my ear, furiously.

"We just got out of briefing and I ran into him," I lied.

"Fucking liar," He hissed. Soap and Ghost were looking at us both, not knowing the conversation that just happened between Max and I. "I think Y/N is coming home today, she doesn't feel well." What? Fuck.

"I think she is feeling just fine," Ghost sneered at Max. Soap looked between Ghost and Max and then me, silently asking what was happening.

"Step away dog, go back to where you came from," Max grabbed my arm roughly. Ghost then snapped.

He grabbed me and pushed me behind him. "There are many who prey on the innocent. I'm sure your kind would agree." He looked towards Max who looked pissed as all can be.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were making a threat," Max stood his ground.

"Well, do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Know better."

[ohtobeleah]

i was thinking about your “murph” one shot and in my head jake and agony are like best friends

so just imagine him going to her house after her maternity leave to work out with her and being super supportive of her saying things like “you’re even stronger now that you’re a mother”

M.U.R.P.H

Wait stop it this is so cute. 🥺 Jake would be the most supportive person especially if Bradley spilled the beans and let it slip that you were feeling pretty mundane and convinced that now you were a mum that your career was over.

And I mean Hangman doesn’t get how you put that idea together in your head but at the same time he does understand why you’d be feeling that way. The Navy isn’t the greatest when it comes to supporting women in rolls that were usually held by men in an industry typically dominated by men. You just happen to have the double whammy. You got the Navy and the Fitness Industry cramming misogynistic rhetoric down your throat. 

So Jake does what he does best. He’s your husbands wingman after all. Which means by default he’s yours for life wether you like it or not.

“I saw some girl doing this on a leg press—“ Jake groans out as you hover around him. He can practically smell the newborn scent coming from the sleeping tot in your wrap. Snug to your chest as you check his form.

“That makes it a single leg leg press not a Bulgarian Split Squat.” You replied with a soft chuckle as you kiss your baby girls head. She smelt so fresh. “Just keep your hips straight, shut up and do your reps.”

“You’re really mean now you know that right?” Jake knows that you’ve been dealing with some postpartum depression—mainly because whenever you looked in the mirror you saw everything that had changed and nothing that resembled your former self. The doctors warned Bradley that there would be an adjustment period, but he never thought you’d be so hard on yourself. He thought you’d give yourself some time to recover, and slowly build up to where you were before you fell pregnant.

“You know what my name is right?” You were still in your flannels, with Hangman being the only one who really pushed to continue one on one PT you saw no need to change when you rolled out of bed at a crisp 5am to meet him in the garage that he had a clicker for. Baby girl strapped to your chest like the succubus Jake claimed her to be. Draining all the life from his best friends wife, so his best friend.

“Agony—and it’s fitting too you psychopath.” She was cute—he’d give her that much. Jake groaned as he pushed through his last two and dropped the dumbbells to the floor. “Done, what’s next chief?”

“RDL’s but here I’ll set your rack up because after last time I don’t trust you.” You chuckled as you unwrapped your baby girl. “She’s sleeping and it gives you some time to breathe.” Jake sat back on the soft box you’d had him doing box jumps on for his warm out as you handed him little baby Bradshaw.

“Hi baby—“ Jake cooed, holding her to his chest as she slept. “Did you know that your mama is the strongest woman I know?” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear as you walked over towards the rack. Catching Jakes reflection in the mirror. “She is, and she won’t give herself a chance to breathe will she?” He shook his his head as if your daughter was going to respond. “No, no she won’t and she needs to, doesn’t she.”

“You got something to say over there Seresin?”

“Me and Little Lilly here were just talking about how you need to start cutting yourself some slack.” He sighed as he stood from the place he’d recently perched upon. Cradling your daughter in one arm. She looked so tiny in Bradley’s arms, Jakes too. “You’re gonna get back to where you were.”

“People aren’t gonna take me seriously if I can’t lead by example—“ You shook your head as you loaded up the bar for Jake like it was moving paper. He frowned as he bounced softly and watched as you set up a 220 pound barbell for his first set of three reps. You weren’t joking when you said he was going heavy huh?

But what really took him by surprise was that you racked it at chin height. He thought you were going ask him to front squat the bar down. But no. You did. You cleaned it from the rack and with easy, placed it down with a thud on the ground.

What about that didn’t scream strong?

“I take you seriously.” Jake placed a gentle hand shoulder on your shoulder. “Even if you show up to our PT sessions in flannels.” He shrugged the taunt off. “And you just cleaned 220 off the rack without any problems, if you think you aren’t strong and fierce and won’t get back to where you were before this little crotch goblin I think you’re wrong.”

“Jake—that’s very sweet, really, but I just don’t see it when I look in the mirror.” You’re looking at Jake in the mirror, he’s standing behind you looking you head in the eye. He’s never been more serious.

“You gave birth to a whole human, in the administration building unmedicated and you’re telling me you don’t feel powerful and strong and fucking badass.” You jabbed your elbow into his rib when he swore. “Sorry—she’s sleeping anyway.”

“It’s different—“ You end the conversation at that but Jake has one more thing to say to your little girl before he hands her over, Bradley sees the interaction from the doorway he’s leaning against. He’d just gotten out of bed and thought he’d make sure you hadn’t killed his best friend yet.

“You’re mama’s superwoman baby girl, just you watch, her comes-backs personal.”

[milks-thoughts]

TW: wounds and blood, but other than that: Wholesome fluff! (children)

Summary: the turtles have a younger sibling, guess who decides he’s gonna take care of ‘em

I decided to make reader a fox yokai with teleportation powers, why? I dont know it just feels like it fits. (tagging @regretisstoredintheme because this is a version of their request ^^)

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞

♥︎ you were really difficult to take care of only because you kept teleporting

♥︎ and yet every time you think you got away with it, Raph always found you

♥︎ honestly? you keep giving Raph heart attacks. that’s why you can’t play hide and seek

♥︎ bath time is honestly so difficult because you keep teleporting out of the tub

♥︎ you’ve absolutely gotten mirror trapped before. please stop. they’ve already got banned from the mystic library

♥︎ Leo absolutely gave you the nickname “ Batata (sweet potato) “ and it absolutely stuck

♥︎ Raph whipped his head around trying to find you “ okay batata you can come out now- “ he can’t believe he lost a 7 year old! walking around the lair, checking under everything and everyone. You sniffed and paused as Raph whipped his head around to your hiding spot. Blinking you covered your snout hoping that it’d quiet you down. He paused again and stared confused, hadn’t he already checked there? You cheered as he left “ you win! I forfeit “ he threw his hands up “ cmon we can watch ghostbears newest match! “ you perked up at that and slinked out of your hiding spot sneaking up behind Raph you attached yourself to his shell and gave his neck a big wet boop from your nose. He jumped at the feeling and grabbed you by your scruff “ what has Raph told you about doin that? “ you felt your ears fall and tail situated between your legs as you whimpered “ not to do that.. “ Raph looked at you softly and used his free hand to gently pet your cheek “ Raphs sorry for gettin mad, you really scared me! “ he said only adding more fuel to the shameful emotional fire. He sighed softly putting you down on the sofa “ cmon let’s watch some wrestling “ your ears perked up at that “ yay! “ you cheered throwing up your hands. Raph smiled softly at your antics and pet the top of your head, you pushed into his head and cheered as ghostbear pinned down his opponent. Raph wondered why you found wrestling so cool, his brothers didn’t like it that much, but he wasn’t mad. He had a buddy to watch it with!

♥︎ Raph hummed in worry as you twisted on your bed, pain wrinkled across your face. You had gotten really sick all the sudden, everyone kept reassuring him it was just a bad case of the flu. but you looked in so much pain for someone so young, 8 year olds shouldn’t go through this pain, he couldn’t help but worry. Raph pet your ears gently as he hummed you always enjoyed when he sung “ you are my sunshine “ before bed. It was the only way to get you to sleep when you were in your terrible twos. Raphs gentle humming filled your ears as you gently opened your eyes. Rolling you smiled at him “ hiya Raphie “ you rasped out, your voice dry and gravely “ oh my baby.. “ he whispered out quietly as he grabbed some water. That’d been the first time you were really there when you woke up, you had gotten so out of it. Raphs gentle singing filled the room again as he lulled you to sleep, he had taken to holding you like a baby all wrapped up in your blankets like a burrito. Raphs chasm lifted each day as you eventually got well again. You had been kicking back in no time, you just needed a little help.

♥︎ you guys thought Raph was mad when Shredder grabbed Leo? He went bonkers when the Shredder cornered you, the empty remains of the lair crumbling around you as you snarled at the suit of armor. you saw your own terror filled reaction in its reflective surface. This was over it had to be watching the Shreeders arm come down and slice open your leg, oh god you were going to d- your thoughts were cut off as Raph body checked the Shredder, his glowing frame buzzed with anger as Leo rushed over and grabbed you. You never saw Raph so angry slamming Shredder into the wall over and over again, it eventually got the upper hand and forced him away, making him retreat to you. When you all were going to Todds place he was panicking. you gentle whines filled the turtle tank as you trembled pain shaking your frame. “ it’ll be okay “ was all you could hear, Mikey’s gentle touches making you at least some what calmer. You started to sob as Leo wrapped your leg, Raphs hand rubbed your face and murmured the song you loved so much. Donnie could only stare, he had lost his own child after all. Sheldon was completely destroyed. You eventually fell asleep but god was it terrifying. You were only 9, how could he let that happen?

[shurisbathwater]

𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 - ☆.

𝖲𝖧𝖴𝖱𝖨 𝖷 𝖡𝖫𝖪 𝖥𝖤𝖬 ! 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱.

Part II

↳Part I

:𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖭 𝖲𝖫𝖴𝖱 , 𝖢𝖴𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦

: ion kno how to check word count but I'm guessing 1000 and a bit

Song

*skip to 2:46 & don't play it till i tell u , its for the scenario 🙄*

✧。❀

𝔈𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝖨𝖨

-𝖸𝖮𝖴 knocked on the door for the second time and waited there for a moment, hoping someone would return the gesture and just answer. The bass of the loud music boomed in your ears as you groaned. "RIRIIIIIII" you shouted as you pounded on the door again.

The music turned off as you heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened with a simple click and you saw Riri in her wrobe. "Hey..uh my bad." She chuckled lightly. "Its alright." You rolled your eyes as you said it. Her eyes hovered over your bag which had your clothes and makeup in it. "You better chose something cute. Or else you're wearing something from my closet." She said, arms crossed. "Girl-" she cut you off my dragging you into her apartment.

"Its time to get cuuuteee!!" She squealed as she took you to her bedroom. Everything was scattered everywhere- from shoes to makeup and even some clothes. "Excuse the mess.." she said through gritted teeth.

"One minute.." she said as she ran to the kitchen , she came back with two glasses of red wine. She allowed you to vent to her about Shuri.

"What do I do to get her attention, Riri? I dont want to compete with a lab." You groan.

"Lets give you a night that you'll never forget."

"-that she'll never forget."

"Now cmere, let me help you get ready."

You guys talked and laughed as you drank wine and got ready. You danced to the music, and you felt a bit at ease - but you didn't want to take to much alcohol, you can't forget about the club.

You slipped on your dress and admired yourself in the mirror. It was cute and simple, just how you liked it.

Just how Shuri liked it too.

You finished clipping on your earrings and grabbed your phone to take a couple of mirror selfies as you were sitting at Riri's vanity. You took the photos in a click , but then you had an idea to put them on your story. You clicked post and went over to Riri to take more selfies at her full body mirror. Your face was close to hers and you both posed for the picture as her hands were around your waist. You did the kissy face, stuck your tounge out and did more silly poses.

You knew it'd drive her insane.

Riri wore a red silk skin tight dress that fit in all the right places. Her cornrows were in a bun and she had some dramatic edges too. She looked so ...good.

You smiled as you added it all to your story, serves her right after leaving you hanging all this while.

You and Riri waited for your uber in her living room as you sat on her couch , one leg on top of the other as you looked at who viewed your story. Almost immediately a message popped up.

Shuri 💕

Where you going dressed like that?

Seen

You smirked when you saw the message. The satisfaction of just doing to her what she had done to you felt amazing, you hoped she knew how it felt now.

"Ubers here." Riri says to you as she looks up from her phone. "Mhm." You hummed as you got up from the couch, following her but your eyes were still on your phone. You switched off your phone quickly as you get into the uber.

"Wakanda nightclub,please." Riri says to the driver. "Sure." The man says as he puts the location into the navigator.

ᘛ ᘚ

-THE bass of the music was so loud you barely hear your own thoughts. It was a pleasant setting with strobe lights, drinks and most importantly the people were having fun. Everyone downed shots, recorded videos and danced on the dance floor.

You wanted to be like them, care free and loose.

Just for one night only.

One.

You and Riri walked in hand in hand. You looked at her and she looked back at you, she chuckled at your face. "What you so stressed for? We here to have fun." She said to you. You nod slowly and gulp as you make your way to the bar.

You take a seat and rub your shoulders self consciously, you're usually never in these kinds of environments. You're usually an introvert - or maybe the friend who always stays home during social events.

You and Riri take a seat on the bar stools. "If you're uncomfortable we can leave." Riri comments as she turns to you.

"Mhm..im fine, really." You say to her. You decided to put yourself to the test..why? For fun.

You beckoned the bartender over.

"Two tequila shots please."

Riri smirked at you as she side eyed you. The Bartender gave you the shot and you downed it in a second, the bitterness of the liquor reached your tounge and you felt the effect of it in a second.

Damn.

"Wheww this is too strong." You shook your head as you said it. Riri laughed at you as she took the shot with no problem. She suddenly took her phone out of her purse and recorded the both of you. You adjusted your hair in the video and smiled for the camera. She ends the video and you guys giggle as you watch it back. "Cute." Riri says as she saves it and adds it to her story. You guys also took a couple of pictures to highlight as memories.

Play it neowww

The next song came on and Riri's eyes lit up with excitement. It was her favourite remix, consideration x work. "I love this song, girl let's danceee!" She sqeals as she tries to pull you up. You roll your eyes as you just give in and get up.

"You know I cant dance.." you groan. "Just let loose and do whatever, i promise you'll get it." She shouts over the music. Riri whines her hips to the song and you hype her up to cover up the fact that you can't dance. She rolls her eyes and grabs your hand. She guides you as her hand trails your waist. Your hips slowly move to the song as you get into it.

A/n : mb if this is cringe 😬

"Just like that." She whispers into your ear.

And before you knew it you were dancing, downing shots minute by minute and enjoying this a little too much. You knew your alcohol tolerance is very low but you wanted to push yourself to the limit to see how far you could go.

You felt the effect of the alcohol and started to feel bold, tipsy.

"YESS GIRL!" Riri slurred as you danced to the music , hyping you up. You stopped dancing as you got shy and went back to the bar stools where your phone was. You take it out of your bag and look for the camera app, but of course your drunk self facetimes shuri instead.

"Oh shi-"

You can end the song now if u want to

She answers in one second giving you no chance to decline it in time. She was at home- surprisingly, laying in bed. "Y/n where are you?" She asks you. Riri mumbles something to you and you giggle at the camera. "It doesn't matter where I am." You slurred.

"But i found a couple niggas who are gonna give me some attention tonight." You take the phone off the counter to record some people that were eyeing you earlier.

"Guess who I'm going home with? Him, him and him!" You shouted drunkenly as you pointed the camera at them. Shuri kisses her teeth and ends the call with a bang.

You take a seat at the bar stool and a girl sits next to you. "Two martinis please. On me." She looks at you and smiles, you smile back. The Bartender hands yall your drinks and you take a sip as you look at the woman. She was dark-skinned with a nose piercing that glistened in the light. She wore a tight crimson dress that showed a bit of her cleavage.

You noticed that she was one of the people eyeing you earlier. "If you want my number just say that." You say jokingly, the woman rolls her eyes playfully as she nods. "If you dance with me, you may get my number." You put her up to the challenge. You get up and grab her hand and you shimmy your way to the dance floor.

She comes up behind you and slides her hand around your hips as you sway your hips to the music. "Will i be getting that number now?" She whispers into your ear.

"No." A voice says.

You stop dancing, stunned.

"Because she's going with me." Shuri walks through the crowd in her black shades. "Oh - princess! I didnt know you were-" Shuri grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd. "Are you serious?" You try to leave her grip but it only seems to get stronger. She drags you outside. "What about Riri?" You ask her. "I got her a cab home." She says firmly.

"What do you think you were doing out there? Dancing with that...nobody." she interrogates you. You laugh bitterly at her question. "I figured I can get some attention somewhere else. Somewhere thats not from you." You reply.

"I'm going back in now." You mumble as you try and make your way to the enterance- only for Shuri to grab you again. "No way." She takes you to her car and puts you in the back seat as her ai driver waits in the front.

"No!I'm going back." You slurred. "Y/n please." She sighed. "No. I dont want to be with someone that doesn't love me, you don't love me." Your voice cracks as you feel the tears building up in your eyes. "Who said I didnt love you? Y/n you're drunk." She says.

"I'm completely sober- I mean it." you whimpered as the tears streamed down your face. "You love your lab more than me, maybe the worker of yours even more." You sobbed it of frustration. Shuri opened her mouth but no words came out.

"See?! I was right. You don't care. You don't care." You cried as your stomach churned. And all of a sudden you threw up. All over the car, and all over the seat. You groaned as you realised what you have done- and you put your head in your hands.

"Shit." You mumbled. "Its fine-" you cut shuri off. "Dont talk to me right now." You say as you turn around to stare outside the window. You sniffled quietly, and bit by bit you dozed off.

[rogueshadeaux]

Chapter Thirty-Nine — The Warm Hands of Ghosts

Everyone was hooked up to tubes, IVs or cannulas hanging from their body as they got the treatment necessary to keep them comfortable.  How long would it be till I was hooked up to wires?

3.6k words | 13-17 min read time | TRIGGER WARNING: Hospital, illness, fuck them OCs, hyp...notism?

⚠️AUTHOR'S NOTE: once again, thank you @lobotomizedlemon for giving me god's greatest disappointment to man. I would kill for Sia. And to @infamoussparks for letting Rosa be Bad News Bear here!

To the other person that's been patiently waiting for this moment for over a year (I checked the PMs! We started talking about this last July!) — I love you.

I thought palliative care meant something for kids, like pediatrics. 

I had no idea it basically meant making people comfortable enough to suffer. 

Now, to be fair, that wasn’t all the wing did; it actually seemed really cozy, in a strange way—or as comfortable as an in-patient hospital wing could be. Stock photographs of nature littered the blank walls between room doors, and the doors that were open revealed blued rooms decorated with white furniture, picture frames of family pinned to the walls and personal belongings all around the room. There was one old lady with a bed covered in fuzzy pink pillows, another had dozens of plants on the windowsill in theirs. Everyone was hooked up to tubes, IVs or cannulas hanging from their body as they got the treatment necessary to keep them comfortable. 

How long would it be till I was hooked up to wires?

I tried to shake the thought out of my head, following Aunt Sia and Dr. Sims deeper into the wing, the both of them tensely silent. Whatever crowds were in front of us parted with Aunt Sia’s stomps and stayed staring at Dad; I know I’d probably do the same, if I saw some woman in a blazer with spikes glued to the shoulder and chains decoratively falling from it leading Delsin Rowe and Eugene Sims down a hall. 

We probably looked like the world’s strangest funeral procession. 

The hall jutted right, and we moved with it, all the way to where the light the windows let in couldn’t reach. The last door on the right had stuff plastered on it, and it took till being right at the door to realize they were warnings. “‘Wear mirror glasses provided upon shift assignment,’” Brent read aloud, staring at the clipart picture of the black ski goggles like they were runes before looking at me, eyebrows raised. 

Dr. Sims reached into his jacket’s pocket to pull out a handful of black disposable glasses, the sort that Reese came to school in after an eye procedure. “Here, put these on,” he instructed, beginning to pass them out. 

Aunt Sia instead pulled a pair of modified steampunk-looking goggles, slipping them over her eyes and then regarding Dad, Brent and I individually. “Listen—keep those on.” She stressed. “I know this Conduit personally. They may seem like they’re not fully there, but that doesn’t make them any less powerful. And, hey—it’s them. They, them.”

“What the hell do you two have me walking into?” Dad tried to joke, looking between the childhood besties. Neither laughed. 

“Let’s get in the room first,” Dr. Sims muttered, trying to position the blackened glasses over his own. I followed their lead, trying to fit the awkwardly flimsy film over my nose before looking up at everyone and nodding, feeling like an idiot. What sort of power did I need to wear glasses against? Maybe this was one of the light Conduits Zeke talked about.

The inside of the room was adorned in pink and green. I think that was the first thing that shocked me—the brightness of the room. The wood and dull blue visitor’s chair was covered by a strawberry quilt freckled in green squares, there were little succulents on the dresser across from the bed. There were long, sheer green scarfs hung over the curtain rods in their own protest against the sterile-hospital white, and an old stuffed fox sat slouched over on the windowsill like it was trying to get the sun to hit a specific spot on its lower back. 

And the bed. It was still a stiff and uncomfortable looking hospital bed, but someone tried making it anything but. A large, fluffy blush pink down comforter was draped over the too-small bed, engulfing the small form that was laid in it. Their arm laid over a green rectangular throw pillow, IV embedded in the hand lying listless on top. They stared off into a corner of the room but it…didn’t look intentional. It didn’t look like much was behind the stare at all. Wires fell from the sleeves of their shirt to the bed around them, the steady thrum of a heartbeat monitor puncturing the silence with its rhythm. 

The red-headed doctor, Hutch, was there, looking closely at the patient’s monitor and only turning when the door was closed. “The nurses aren’t fond of me being here, so we’ll need to be quick.” she said. 

Dr. Sims huffed. “Why not?”

“Considering I usually don’t stray far from pediatrics, they see me as overstepping.” Dr. Hutch responded. 

Aunt Sia wasted no time in closing the gap between her and the patient in the bed, one hand going to hold the one laying on the pillow while the other touched their frayed braid, looking for a hair tie that was no longer there. “Hey, sweet pea,” she hummed softly like a mother at a cradle, fingers brushing knots out of their long reddish brown hair. They barely moved, not acknowledging Aunt Sia with a look or with words. 

Brent, ever so tactful, decided now would be the perfect time to ask, “So what’s wrong with them?”

“Dude!” I hissed.

“What? I’m just asking–”

“I know them.” Dad’s voice was soft as the statement passed his lips. I couldn’t see his eyes, but his brows were knit so close together and furrowed that they started disappearing behind his film glasses. He looked at the back of Aunt Sia’s head, who stopped combing through their hair. “Why does it feel like I know them?”

Aunt Sia sighed, moving her hand away from their hair to gently cup their face, thumb running along their jaw. Another move they didn’t react to. “Garrett, Delsin’s here—remember him?” 

Something shifted in Dad, and his shoulders visibly sagged. “Garrett?” he asked. “That’s Garrett?” 

I glanced at Brent, who was already facing my way with an eyebrow raised. Who was this person? Why did Dad look so shocked, so sad, to see Garrett in that bed?

“I apologize,” Dr. Hutch cautiously chimed in. “But…if you don’t mind…”

She left the question open ended, looking across the bed to Aunt Sia, who nodded after a pause. “You’ve got my permission,” she said, letting her hand fall from Garrett’s face to instead take their hand in both of hers. 

Dr. Hutch reached out, resting her hand on the bare skin of Garrett’s bicep, glancing between where they met and the small vial in her other hand. Why did she ask Aunt Sia if she could examine Garrett? They looked almost the same age. I thought you only needed someone’s permission for hospital stuff if you were still a kid. 

Dr. Hutch’s lips moved silently as she counted to herself, looking between the tube of black tar and the air around Garrett. We stood in tense silence as the seconds passed, Dr. Hutch’s face grew from studious, to sad, to worried before she pocketed the vial and looked at Dad. “May I check Jean one more time?” she asked him. 

It took Dad a moment to force his head to turn away from the bed to look back at me. He motioned forward, a silent beckon to go to the doctor, and I listened, swapping my dominant hand for my left at the last second so she wouldn’t have to worry about my cast. 

Dr. Hutch took my hand, staring straight at me in such an uncomfortable way that I let my eyes fall to the ground, listening to the little puffs of air she let off with every silent count and subconsciously counting with her. She hit ten, and I raised my head to watch her stare at the air around me before clearing her throat, letting go of both Garrett and I. “Dr. Sims, if I may have a moment with you?” She asked, motioning towards the door. He nodded, passing Brent to head out while Dr. Hutch looked between Dad and I. “I hope you find what you’re looking for,” she said genuinely. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say more, but she faltered, instead giving us both a nod before moving around me to leave the room. 

The door closing seemed to activate something in Dad, because he spun around to look at Aunt Sia, and while I couldn’t see his eyes, his jaw was tense. “You didn’t think to warn me about who we were going to see before coming here?” He asked Aunt Sia.

She seemed a bit miffed. “Well, considering you left without telling them goodbye, I just figured you two weren’t all that close.”

Dad immediately bristled. “I didn’t have a choice,” he retorted, eyes aflame. “You know that.”

Brent, deciding to diffuse whatever was about to happen, slightly raised his hand like he was in class, asking without waiting, “So, who exactly is this?” 

Dad glanced back, eyes hesitating on where I stood in the meantime, and seemed to remember we were in the room with him. “They’re…They were a therapist of mine, I guess.” He said. “After your mom…we were hunkered down in Seattle for about two months while the government tried to fight my enrollment into witness protection during the trials. They tried to help me.”

So the person in the bed was his…therapist? 

Dad turned to look at Aunt Sia again, who grabbed the bedside chair to scoot it closer to Garrett. “What happened, though?” 

She sighed. “Curdun happened,” she said at first, as if that explained everything. But then she readjusted, flicking a corner of the quilt off of her leg as it fell with her movement. “They’d been bad for a while. It started maybe a year after you left? They…they tried toughing it out on their own for a while, but it got worse, so much worse. They called me about seven years ago asking if I’d help them. Make sure they were taken care of before this happened.”

“That’s why you left.” Dad realized. Seven years ago, this person asked for her help. Seven years ago, she moved. “You said you were leaving to oversee COLE openings on the east coast.”

“I was.” Aunt Sia said. “But I also needed to be here to help with their care. They needed someone to sign off on documents when they…” she motioned at them in the bed, the unfocused eyes and slack jaw. 

Dad’s head shook, and he almost seemed annoyed at the lack of answers. “This—they have conducrinopathy. Like Jean. What caused that?”

“When they were in Curdun, they were given an implant right—” Aunt Sia raised a hand somewhere near her temple, “—around here. It completely hindered their powers while they were in there, and stayed in after they got out.”

“You can do that?” Brent asked, genuinely shocked. 

“Augustine figured out how.” Aunt Sia responded curtly, tension in her voice. “It may not have worked fully, but it worked well enough. They weren’t able to do anything to the normal degree of their power.”

Dad had slowly begun to shake his head in the middle of Aunt Sia’s sentence, like he didn’t agree with her despite her conviction. “No, that doesn’t make sense,” he muttered. “Garrett, they—I knew them after Curdun. Their powers were working fine then!” 

“You saw who they were after the implant failed to keep them powerless,” Aunt Sia said softly. “But it did something, and they started getting bad. They…we thought the implant just affected their motor skills for a bit, and then they started forgetting. Seeing things. Eugene was the first to suggest it might be conducrinopathy. We’ve been trying to figure it out since.”

Dad opened his mouth to speak, and was instead immediately interrupted by Dr. Sims reentering the room, followed by a snow-covered and eyeglass-wearing Zeke. Dad’s mood immediately shifted, something Zeke could sense as well as he went on the offensive. “We’ve got news vans pulling up right now,”

“What?” Dad hissed, brushing past Brent and moving to the window on my left. He pressed his face against the glass, head swinging both ways before he cursed under his breath. “Can’t see shit,”

“The main entrance is to the southwest,” Dr. Sims grumbled, evidently not excited about being cornered at a hospital again. “We need to start putting a face mask on you when we’re in public, Delsin.”

Aunt Sia sighed. “It probably doesn’t help that we’re both here as well, Eugene.” She reminds him. “There’s a lot of animosity for us right now, too.”

Not to mention me. 

I let my head hang, looking at the patterns in the flooring as Dad asked, “What’s going on, you two? Why are we here? What happened to Garrett?”

There was a pause as Dr. Sims and Aunt Sia looked at each other, having some sort of silent conversation on who should actually answer Dad’s question. It seemed Dr. Sims lost the mental game of rock-paper-scissors, as he cleared his throat and said, “When I started the conducrinopathy study a few years ago, Jorrer was already showing symptoms of Lewy-Body dementia—but there were some preceding symptoms that were worrisome. We could never get many answers on why or how…until now.”

Aunt Sia turned when he said that, and Dad glanced between the two of them. “What do you mean?”

“We didn’t know if Garrett’s conducrinopathy was caused by their disease, or the implant, or somehow both. And with them being the only other prime Conduit to experience it, we needed to see if their manifestations were related in any way.” Dr. Sims paused, moving to cross his arms. “Dr. Hutch was able to confirm that, whatever it is in the tar that made Jean sick is what made Jorrer ill too.”

“What?” Aunt Sia whispered, aghast. 

Dad shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

Dr. Sims reached into the pocket of his top coat, pulling out that goddamn vial of tar. “The aural signatures on this match both Jean and Jorrer.”

“That can’t—” Aunt Sia struggled with her words for a moment. “Garrett was never injected with anything. What do you mean their illness is related to the tar?”

Dad scoffed. “Augustine’s really at the center of this.” He began to pace, running a hand over his face before spinning around to face Dr. Sims. “Is that why those assholes broke her out of Curdun?”

“We still know nothing about the implant they were given,” Dr. Sims reminded them both. “We can’t examine it without extensive surgery that I’m not even sure Jorrer would survive—“

“An implant?” Zeke looked at Dr. Sims like that word mattered, obviously trying to grapple with information past.

Dr. Sims’ brow furrowed. “Yes, when—when Jorrer was in custody with the DUP, they placed an implant in their brain. We assumed for the longest time that that’s what caused their decline—”

“Did nobody plan on telling me about any of this?” Dad demanded, looking angered. 

“When Cole was snatched up by Moya, she was going to put an implant in his head.” Zeke said. “He said DARPA wanted to control him and his powers.”

“They what?” Aunt Sia nearly demanded as Dad decided that was a good enough statement to give Zeke attention, turning to actually face the man. 

“Do you know anything else?” Dr. Sims asked, moving to set the vial of tar on the overbed table to my left and instead pull out his phone. I barely caught him opening his notes app before he left to stand next to Zeke, beginning to fire questions at a rapid pace. 

Everyone kept talking over each other, the sound more like arguing than trying to solve whatever mystery was at their hands. Brent was falling silent on my side, and I couldn’t blame him—especially as we both looked at Garrett Jorrer. God, was that going to be me? Trapped in a bed and held down by tubing, not able to acknowledge the world around me? 

Well, no, that wasn’t true; as Dad and the other adults got a bit loud trying to talk over each other, I watched Garrett shift, readjust like they wanted to move away from the sound. Dr. Sims said something about them having dementia, right? I didn’t really get how it worked, but…there was still a person under there. They could have lucid moments, I was sure of it. Maybe it just needed a little prompting. 

I moved to step forward, Brent shooting out a hand to grab me by the arm and whisper, “The fuck are you doing?”

“They’ve gotta know something,” I murmured back, glancing over at the adults; they were all standing in a circle, more concentrated on whatever Dr. Sims was pulling up on his phone than us. “I’m gonna see if they can tell me anything.”

“They’re drooling on their shirt.” He deadpanned. “You really think they’re gonna answer any questions for you?”

I shrugged off his hold. “If what Dr. Sims said is true, they’ve been sick for a while. And if it happened in Curdun? Whatever made them sick would have happened before Mom’s, even if it took longer for them to show it. They’ve gotta know something.”

“We don’t know if Mom had the same sickness you did,” Brent hissed back in a whisper. “It’s not like we can test her.”

“No, but—” I cut off, “Process of elimination here, Brent. Every forced Conduit from Curdun ends up sick, two normal Conduits end up sick—and then I end up sick after meeting Augustine? There’s a common denominator.”

I kept his gaze, unwavering; he had to admit it was weird. It was! Something was going on and Augustine was at the core of it. Brent’s jaw flexed but he let me go, seeming entirely uncomfortable with the idea but relenting nonetheless. I broke from the place Dr. Hutch left me in and got closer to the bed, crouching beside it. 

And I faltered, because I had no idea how to even start shooting questions at someone so cognitively impaired. 

Garrett’s head was turned away from the noise now, staring indiscriminately at the floor beside me. They looked…uncomfortable, and I could imagine why. I actually felt pretty bad trying to pull something out of them when they were obviously hating how many people were in the room at the moment. “Hi,” I decided to say, keeping my voice soft. A greeting was the best way to start, right? Probably an introduction too. “I-I’m Jean.”

Nothing. 

My mouth grappled on air for a second as I tried to find more words. “I…I don’t know if you can really understand me right now, but you might know what’s wrong with me. With us. And if you can…if you can tell us anything about it, that would really help.”

Nothing. 

I looked over at Dad, who was busy trying to pull more answers about Garrett’s past from Aunt Sia and Dr. Sims, head swiveling over to Zeke as he asked if he knew more about DARPA. I hated seeing it. I hated knowing that we were both unknown variables treated like volatile solutions that would explode if jostled. Maybe they hated it too. “Look, you were in Curdun Cay, right? My—Alessia said something about an implant. And there’s some doctor here who thinks that whatever made me sick did it to you, too.” 

I turned, grabbing the vial from their rolling table and putting it in their line of vision. I didn’t want everyone talking about what was going on with them without involving them. It was unfair. I know I hated it.

The tar in the vial moved like syrup—and I watched Garrett as their eyes tracked it. They were starting to understand something, I just needed to keep pushing. “This is what was put in me,” I continued, a bit more feverish now. Did lucidity in these sorta patients have a timer? “Augustine put it in me, and I think she did the same to you. She—” I reached out with my dominant hand and took theirs gently, letting them feel the awkward press of my cast’s lattice. “She did this, do you—”

“Jean!” Dad snapped, making me jolt in place, “What are you doing?”

I blinked, confused; everyone was now turned to look at me and, aside from Brent, they all looked…scared? “I’m…” I drew off, glancing between Dad and Aunt Sia, who had started to walk towards the bed with her hands out like she was placating a wild animal. “I’m just trying to talk to them, see if—”

I wasn’t prepared for the yank on my arm. 

Garrett’s fingers laced around my wrist and pulled me forward, the move sending me sprawling forward as I lost balance on the balls of my feet. With one hand pinned in theirs and the other holding glass, I had to use my elbow to brace my fall, the jostle enough to light up a nerve hiding in the crevices of my bone and send the film glasses fluttering off of my face. I followed their fall, eyes only peeling away to look at the white-knuckled grip Garrett had on my wrist before glancing up, blood running cold when I saw how hard Garrett was staring at me.

Their eyes were this marbled blue, the sort of hue you expect a diamond to actually be, and the moment I met them, everything around me ceased to exist. The pain from my funny bone disappeared, Aunt Sia yelling my name left—all that existed was that blue. 

The shade spread, tunneling my vision into the icy hue before the edges turned platinum, and I lost all sense of where I was. 

Love you @neverdewitt

[klarex]

Yes. I'm back. I think I needed a little break from writing, but don't expect much fanfics from me till the end of the year. I'm really sorry.

I'm obsessed with him in this hat.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: two dorks in love

Summary: When Papa has work and need to check if his outfits fits, he calls you!

Paring: Papa Emeritus IV "Copia" x Sister of Sin! reader

Satan our witness

Today everyone had a lot work to do, but thankfully to you it was slowly getting to an end. You were now walking back to your room, when your phone rang.

- Hello?

You asked when you picked up the phone and saw that Copia was calling you.

- Ah! Sister! Can you come over to my room? I really need your help.

He said and laughed nervously.

- Yeah. Yes. I will be there in a few, Papa.

You said and pulled a phone away from your ear.

- Thank you, (Y/n).

You heard him mumble before you hang up. You turned around to go to Copia's room.

The walk there was rather peaceful. Not many siblings of sin walked through this halls, because of the people that lived here. You know.. mostly the head of the clergy that everyone were feared of. But happily for you, you didn't see any important person.

You get to his room's doors and knocked on them loudly. You heard papers shuffling, followed by Copia's voice.

- Moment!

He shouted and his footsteps got closer to the doors. He unlocked and opened them.

You both immediately caught eye contact and you quickly looked down. He was wearing his red tracksuit. He always wears it when he is done with his work or he is trying to relax.

- Welcome, Sorella. Come in!

He said, smiling and he backed away to let you walk inside. You went to his room and he closed the door behind you. You took a few steps and met with a little mess around and on his big desk.

- I'm sorry for a mess, Miele. But I was trying to tidy up a bit.

He said and laughed nervously. You nodded, smiling and turned to look up at him.

- So.. why did you called me exactly?

You asked, raising your eyebrow. He blushed slightly and scratched the back of his neck.

- I was wondering if you could tell me if this costume fits me..

He said and pointed at a clothing hanging on a hanger. You nodded and sat on his desk.

- And I was also wondering if you could fill some of this papers for me? I'm really struggling with them..

He said and you laughed.

- Of course, Papa. Go and change and I will start working.

You said, smiling.

- Thank you, Cara mia..

He mumbled, walking to his bathroom with clothes in his hands. You sat down in his big, comfortable chair, grabbed a pen and started working.

Copia as always had to left some papers undone and needed help with them.

You love spending time with him. He is always so nice and fun to be around with.

You heard his shoes clacking and in the corner of your eye, you saw him walking in to see himself in the mirror.

- What do you think, Cara mia?

He said and you looked up from papers. You glanced up at him and he spun around. He was wearing a black suit, blue tie and a hat with goggles and little bat wings. His hair was a little messy, but that didn't seem to mind him, it even made him look really good. His black lips curled into a smile as he stopped spinning to look at you.

- Papa. I must say that this hat really suits you.

You said and he blushed underneath his makeup, almost unable to see. Almost.

- Ah- I- Thank you, Sister..

He said, smiling and you smiled back. His eyes sparkled at a thought an idea.

- Would- would you like to.. try this on too, eh?

He asked nervously, his hands tightly clenched together. You giggled and nodded. He took it off and walked up to his desk. He gently put his hat on your head and took a few steps back to take a good look at you. His eyes wided and his mouth slightly agape. You saw his ears and neck got slightly red.

- Do you mind if I..

You asked and pointed at the mirror. The question brought him back to reality quickly and he shook his head.

- Go ahead.

He said and backed away a bit to let you approach the mirror. You stood in front of it and looked at yourself. It wasn't bad, but you think Copia looks a lot better in it than you do.

- Do you like it?

He leaned over your shoulder with a big smile, looking at you through the mirror.

- Not as much as I like it on you.

You smirked, looking back at him. He smiled sheepishly and pulled away from you.

- I think you look really good in it, Miele..

He said and gently took off his hat of your head. He put it back on him and looked into the mirror once more.

- But I think you are right. I look better in it.

He said with a wide grin. You laughed and saw his face expression change into a more soft one, like he was melting. He chuckled with you and he looked at the watch on his wall.

- Merda.. It's getting pretty late..

He said and looked back at you. You looked up at the clock.

1 AM. Shit. It's really late and I have work tomorrow!

- Satan.. you are right. I should go now. Sorry that I wasn't able to finish all that work for you, Copia.

You said and looked down. He lifted your chin with his thumb.

- Oh no. Don't apologise. It's my fault that I held you that long. And I should be the one who apologizes.

He said, looking deep into your eyes. You blushed and nodded.

- I should be going then..

You said and walked up to his desk to grab your bag. You went to his room's exit doors and turned around to look at him. You cupped his cheek and caressed it with your thumb.

- Have a goodnight, Copia..

You said softly and kissed his cheek. His eyes wided and you pulled away from him.

- I will see you in the morning..

You said with a smile and started to walk back to your room.

- Sweet dreams, Amore..

He whispered and touched the place where you kissed him. A big, toothy smile showed up on his face and he jumped around. He closed the doors to his room, happily. He hopped on his bed and giggled to himself.

- She kissed me..

He said and a smile didn't leave his face till he fall asleep...

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