#i love him he's so fail. miserable thing.

[yorshie]

sees your requests open and slides in like a penguin on ice 🧊

possibly showing off a new swimsuit in front of the turtles in hopes it gets Raph's attention because every other hint you've dropped has gone wayyyy over his head (...or so you assume) 👀

showers you in love and sparkles!!! ✨️💕🫂

Kkkkkeeeeeiiiiisssshhhhhhaaaaaaa. *clings to you like a wet noodle*

I scrolled all the way down to the bottom of my requests and gasped when I saw your name. >:3. I gladly shower in the love and sparkles, and hope you forgive me for the amount of silent pining I’m about to shove down everyone’s throat. lol.

Bay Raph x fem reader (I think the only gendered terms are two pieces bathing suit but idk does that count in 2025? Question mark? Idk I’m tired)

SFW

Ok. Breathe. You can do this.

The mid-morning sun cut through the lacy curtains and across the tiny vanity surrounding the sink. The bathroom you were holed up in was better suited for the sixties, with the chair rail topped with faded, flowered wallpaper and the worn floor that couldn’t quite hide the handmade nails driven in to hold the boards in place. You knew plans had been made and then discarded over and over concerning updating it, but no one could quite agree on how to update it, and hardly anyone came up to use the little bathroom cooped up at the end of the hallway to be reminded about it.

Which was precisely why you were holed up in it now. Even though the door hadn’t locked for years, it was the safest place to hype yourself up.

You were failing miserably.

“You got this,” You told your reflection for what felt like the hundredth time, gaze flicking down below your chin before resolutely jerking back up to your face.

A second ruled by your thundering heartbeat, before you gave in. “Nope. I can’t do this.”

It’s just a bathing suit. You reasoned with yourself. Just a bathing suit, modest even for two piece standards if you were being honest but…

God, it….. it was so red.

The exact same shade of red as Raph’s bandana.

You’d hunted for that exact shade of color, of course. You practically had it tattooed to the back of your eyelids, had lost countless hours imagining what the feel of that bandana would be like under your fingers if you were only brave enough to reach out.

You’d contemplated it, once, when leaning against the back of the couch while bantering with Raphael. Had thought about just… reaching out, twirling the nearest loop of fabric about your fingers and wrist like it was something commonplace, something you were allowed to do-

But your bravery had deserted you the moment Raph had looked over his shoulder at you, eyes crinkled soft in silent laughter, relaxed and carefree in the conversation. Something you had thought impossible when you had first met him.

You couldn’t have handled it if that soft look had disappeared, if the armored walls he had slowly lowered during the time you’d known him snapped back into place.

You stared at the red bathing suit again, tugging on it gently in the hopes it might cover up more perceived flaws, like it might answer your unspoken questions, like it might give insight on whether or not this would work.

None of the other things you’d chanced to show Raph how you’d felt had worked, after all.

You wanted… You just wanted to show him…

You let out a pained, warbling curse, head dropping to rest in your hands as you contemplated sneaking back to the room you were sharing with April and pretending you were too sick to go downstairs.

A heavy knock sounded on the door, a muffled voice quickly to follow. “Hey, princess, ready to go?”

You startled, badly, tripping on the worn, warm rug laid out in front of the claw footed tub and having to catch yourself to keep from going completely ass over tea kettle into the cold porcelain.

It hurt, no matter what, slipping on the rim and sliding into the hollow, swim suit bottom riding up painfully on the descent.

Raph called your name out in question while you internally panicked, staring at the door while dread coiled oily and dark beneath your sternum.

”I’m- fine!” You called back, wincing internally when your voice cracked in a lie between the two words.

Evidently Raph heard the tell as well. “uh, huh. Yeah, sure. Try that again, peaches. You good?” There came a testing rattle of the doorknob, and your heart leapt. “You didn’t fall, right?”

“Don’t-“ you struggled to get back on your feet, hands and hip slipping on the tub with a loud squeak when your skin stuck to the cold surface. “Don’t open the door!”

The testing jiggle of the doorknob stopped, and you could feel the stare Raph was leveling at the door through his pointed silence. “You did fall.”

Accusing. You flinched at the sound, stumbling towards the door and leaning both hands against it like that might succeed in keeping him out if he decided otherwise.

“I promise I’m fine!” You hurriedly looked around for your T-shirt, anything, a towel for god’s sake, to wrap yourself in. A helpful thought flitted through your mind that you had left your clothes on your borrowed bed to avoid the exact scenario of trying to hide the bathing suit, and your head thunked against the door in internal shame.

Raph shifted on the other side, feet scuffing slightly. You could hear the sound of stiff fabric rubbing against scales, and realized he must have been on his way out to the pond when he came to check on you, the stiff sound of swim shorts unmistakable.

“Ok…. Well, I got a towel for ya, if you want it, so you don’t have to sit on the grass when we’re done swimming. You ready to go?” It was a lot, you knew, for him to give up the line of questioning. It made the answer you were about to give him sour all the more.

You gripped the door knob tight, your other hand clenching tight enough to drive your nails into your skin as you waffled. “I- I don’t think I can.”

A pointed silence. Then: “What? Why?”

It was your turn to shift, weighing each word. “I’m uncomfortable.”

Raph turned that over for a moment in silence, before you heard another rustle of cloth. “Here- open up.”

You gripped the doorknob tighter, parroting him in words and tone without meaning to. “What? Why?”

“S’ my shirt,” The door opened despite you clinging to it, just a smidge, just enough for him to wedge the article of clothing through the crack. “You can cover up with it, so you can still have fun.”

You took the shirt automatically, staring at it like it was a foreign thing while Raph shut the door once more with a soft click.

It was worn, likely years old, the seams frayed and a number of small holes dotting along the neckline. It would likely swallow you whole, take several rubber bands to hold to your frame, but…

It was red. A more muted color than your bathing suit, but-

You swallowed, hard, setting the shirt on the sink and laying a hand on it for comfort, before steeling your spine.

You heard Raph take a preemptive step when you turned the knob, backing up out of the way, but your eyes were fixed somewhere on his midriff as you stepped out into the hallway next to him.

”You…” His words trailed off, sounding a bit higher pitched than you were used to, and you chanced a look up at his face.

Green eyed wide, he stared at you, gaze tracking down over your torso before he seemed to remember himself and his eyes snapped back to your face. The finer scales around his beak and cheeks mottled, turning a more muted color, as blood rushed to his face. “You -ah, s’… nice-”

He snapped a hand up to his face like that might stop the train crash of words leaving his mouth, and you felt the first warm ember creep alive in your chest, that oily feeling lessening.

Silence, for a long moment, as you both considered each other. Sunlight streamed through the far window across the opened space beyond the bannister, backlighting the side of Raph’s shell and his face a golden color. Somewhere below, you could hear Donnie humming a song.

“I… liked the color.” You told him softly, finally, wrapping one arm around yourself and leaning against the door jam, breaking the stand off.

Raph made a low noise, muffled, behind the meat of his hand, and your gaze dropped in time to see his other fist clench tight before tracking back up the scutes covering his chest.

”You good?” You asked him with that same, quiet voice, feeling that beat of self consciousness grow the longer he stayed silent. Chancing another glance up at him, you found a deep look settling over his face, thoughts flashing like rapid fire hits as microexpressions twisted the features around his fist with an alarming rate.

’Yeah,” he finally breathed, hand dropping to clench at his side with the other. “Yea, m’fine. You uh- you ready, then?”

He still had that slightly hunted look, barely stepping to the side as you nodded slowly and moved past. Your elbow grazed the hard plating of his plastron as you stepped past him, and you heard him suck in a sharp breath at the sensation.

Goosebumps erupted down your spine as you felt him move to shadow your steps down the hall, but when you turned to look over your shoulder his gaze wasn’t on you, that still rather thoughtful scrunch between his eyes. “Your shirt?” You reminded him, gesturing back down the hall.

Narrowed green gaze considered you for a moment, not looking back towards the still lit bathroom. They tracked down your form for a moment, and you felt that kernel of warmth once more.

”Leave it… unless you need it?” The second part was intoned like a revelation, half turning like he’d go back for it.

Your hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks. ‘No,” You squeezed, and felt the muscle ripple in response. ‘I don’t.”

[evelyns-envy]

Hi, I really liked your account <3. Could you make a hc of Daisuke with the reader being Swansea's daughter? But I understand if you don't want to :>

(sorry if the writing is bad, English is not my first language and I used the translator ಥ_ಥ)

YES YES I WILL HAPPILY WRITE THAT (your english is better than mine and english is my first language lmfao.)! this is such a cool idea though and i never even thought of it. this is my first req ever im so excited tysm!!

✎ "but daddy i love him!" (i'm havin' his baby, NO IM NOT but you should see your faces ;)) -taylor swift

warnings! - SMUT HCS + SFW!, vibrator, pegging, reader being swanseas daughter and getting w daisuke, MY FIRST REQ GUYS BE SO PROUD, evelyn is freaky 😼

SFW!!

oh jesus this is certainly a concept

you're there for almost the same reason daisuke is, for in internship.

however... daisuke is there since his parents are rich asf and paid for him to go, you're there because you've been rejected from your dream job and went into a depression due to it.

swansea knew he wouldn't let his daughter suffer, so he asked if you could been an intern on the ship for Anya.

the Pony Express executives were hesitant at first, but caved when Swansea offered for them to renew his contract for longer.

your first day aboard, you make fast friends with Anya and faster friends with Daisuke.

you ended up having to share a room with daisuke, in bunk beds.

a flirty/silly argument about who got top bunk, ending with daisuke going “what if we just share?”

he knew damn well

taking advantage of your stunned face and mind, he jumped up on the top bunk and stuck his tongue out at you.

”i was just joking, mini mechanic.”

100% calls you mini mechanic for the rest of the time on the ship even though technically HES the mini mechanic but wtv let him have his fun

is actually so glad you’re relatively the same age as him, and was really excited to be able to talk w you about younger and occasionally inappropriate stuff

UNTILL he found out you’re his boss’s daughter..!

tries to keep the dirty jokes to a minimum, but fails miserably

it was always pretty obvious that he had a thing for you, even before yall got together

would be asking swansea abt you 24-7 and your hobbies and favorite things only to be met with “stay away from my daughter, juarez.”

is now 10x more scared

and you’re also 10x more attractive to him since he knows he can’t have you

intentionally gets his finger jammed in something while helping your dad so he can go to medbay and see you

once you’re about a month into the trip, you two have regular staying up late and YAPPING sessions in your room

he’ll occasionally come down from his bunk and sit on the floor next to your bed if the topic is deeper, until you notice he looks uncomfortable on the metal floor and tell him to come sit on the bed

anddd thats how babies are made folks! the end!

nah jk anyways you two talk until the early hours of the artificial ‘morning’ on the ship

when yall finally run out of things to talk about, you realize he’s laying next to you and you’re laying on his arm

oh nooo how did that happen (fuck already damn)

“comfy there?”

”shut up.”

”make me, mini mechanic.”

”now is not the time to bring up my father, dai.”

you playing w his hair and growing to understand how much he loves when you do that

eventually falling asleep in each others arms

you cannot tell me this mf isn’t SO comfy to sleep on be so fr

waking up to YOUR DAD 🤗 banging on the door demanding that daisuke get up and come help him fix smth in the storage

getting jump scared and shaking dai awake bc bro is knocked out and snoring

him opening the door and yall having to act like you weren’t wrapped in each others arms, entirely consumed in the other

holy shit that was fuckin poetic

awkwardly waving bye to him, both of you having a knowing smile tugging at your lips

he eventually asks you out, VERY awkwardly and in the middle of one of the routine late night talks

you accept happily (no shit)

doing basically everything together

always bringing dai along when you’re in front of your dad js for funsies and to piss him off a little

even while swansea doesn’t seem like he approves of the relationship, he secretly loves how sweet and gentle daisuke is to you

+ his parents are rich so you’re set!!

always telling Anya you need to go ask your dad something when really you js wanna see your pretty boyfriend

you both love each other so fucking much it’s insane. and getting your dad to approve is next level

NSFW….!! (watch out 😛😼 ‘ya girl evelyn is a wee bit freaky)

if you’re a little bolder, you definitely jerk dai off under the workbench where both he AND YOUR FATHER are working (this hc isn’t mine i saw it somewhere else on tumblr btw i js love it sm)

ok listen. dai is a sub at heart, but a bratty sub.

tries to talk back to you? his ass is getting bent over the nearest surface and fucked stupid by your strap (it’s always close by 😼)

also jacking him off while another crew mate is nearby, one i think would be good is curly’s bday celebration. jacking dai off as he’s trying so hard to focus on making the cake while all you can focus on is his slutty noises spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

going down on him while he’s talking abt his usual unluckiness when trying to find a girl to truly love him, and now js his money. slowly unzipping his jeans while he keeps ranting, breath slightly jagged now.

“they alway-.. (y/n)? uh- what are y- mhmmm. never mind. feels good.”

he says as you gently tug his pants down, letting him fall around his ankles as you look up at him w those fucking eyes. shit. he’s a goner.

leaning back against whatever wall you undoubtedly have him pushed against, head thrown back as his trimmed nails run through you hair, egging you on.

you’re totally in swansea’s office change my fucking mind and he’s sitting on your dad’s desk 😋

“don’t mess up any papers, pretty. don’t want my father finding out you were gettin’ all ruined by his daughter on his desk, now do you?”

“n-no.. don’t mm- don’t want that.”

“then keep quiet and be good.”

he’s so fuckin freaky he’s defo an exhibitionist

you’re a girl- so you obviously brought a vibrator be SO fr w me rn

you definitely press it against his tip while slowly licking up the base

he is SO vocal that you have to tie his hawaiian shirt around his mouth so that he won’t YELL

gets cum on an important paper and yall have to throw it away lmfao

swansea being confused as shit abt where the document went and has been searching the Tulpar and asking all the crewmates if they’ve seen it

oopsies…

[ohgodthevoices]

kageyama tobio, the awkward boyfriend that you are..

tags : fluff, very awkward and clumsy kageyama, he’s trying his best i swear

wc : 0.4k

awkward kageyama who is too scared to touch you in any way, his older sister always told him to respect women , and he does

awkward kageyama who forget small details, like dates or plans, but when reminded, he’ll drop everything to make it right—even if it means running across town with a bouquet of flowers.

awkward kageyama who doesn’t know how to handle jealousy, so he either glares at the person talking to you or tries to subtly one-up them, often failing miserably.

awkward kageyama who overthinks gifts, often buying something overly practical, like a water bottle or socks. when you smile and thank him, he feels like he won a championship.

awkward kageyama’s hugs start stiff and unsure, but as he gets more comfortable, they become warm and protective. he’ll hold you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, he would be so careful like you could break if he hugged you too tight

awkward kageyama looks way too constipated when you ask for a photo together, so you have to take candid photos and if it looks good , he’d set it as his wallpaper

awkward kageyama who over reacts if you get hurt, even if it’s a small paper cut, he would totally panic

awkward kageyama who , If you touch his arm or brush his hair out of his face, would freeze and turn bright red, completely unprepared for how flustered it makes him

awkward kageyama who tries to tell you how pretty you look, he stares at you for too long, stammers, and ends up saying something awkward like, “you’re… um… nice, your face it’s nice..”

awkward kageyama who, without realizing it, starts picking up your habits, like the way you hold your drink or a specific phrase you use. when you point it out, he denies it saying he’s always done it

awkward kageyama who absolutely loses his shit if you’re feeling down or even worse crying.. he doesn’t know how to comfort you at all, he would just pat your back

awkward kageyama who is super sweet and romantic when he’s sleepy, he would say stuff like “you feel so natural to me” or “i want to love you forever” all while leaning on your shoulder half asleep, saying stuff he would otherwise not be able to even pronounce.

[beekeeperspicnic]

Are there any oddball Sherlock Holmes interpretations you have a fondness for? I'm the kind of person that likes the audacity (even if it fails miserably sometimes) and devotion to the canon of such an old work isn't so important to me, so I have a lot of personal examples.

OH BOY DO I

I've always thought if I had to do some kind of podcast or YouTube series, it would be me looking at weird or niche Sherlock Holmes adjacent media because it appeals to me so much.

I think I feel similarly to you, one of the things I love about Sherlock Holmes is how people can pick up the characters and settings and do audacious and wild things with them. I only tend to get grouchy at highly corporate big budget adaptations that try to squeeze the stories into tired formulas (ie Irene Adler needs to be a femme fetale, Holmes is an insufferable genius who is unempathetic and rude to everyone)

I've ended up focusing less on live action here, but I could makemore posts about that!

Let's start with Tom and Jerry Meet Sherlock Holmes, which I think is summarised really well by this image: it's got this lovely, Warner Bros style fluidly animated Holmes and Watson who are doing their thing.... but also Tom and Jerry are around.

Moriarty is bananas in this but I won't spoil it.

One of my absolute favourite animated Holmeses (is that the plural?!) is from this one single episode of Scooby Doo and Guess Who. I mean look at this guy, isn't he just perfect?

Spoilers for the episode, but it transpires he isn't actually the real Sherlock Holmes so much as someone who has consciously decided to become the fictional character, and I really love how the Mystery gang gradually come to accept him. The little character arc he goes on is about him learning to accept help and companionship, d'aww.

Then there's Sherlock Holmes and the Great Escape . Holmes is a dog who dresses like Edward Elric. Pink Femme Cat Watson is so weirdly on the money. I can't emphasise how much this fruity pink cat embodies the character of Dr John H Watson better than many other adaptations.

And as a final mention I'm so stoked about @fogtown-sleuth-society

It's this amazing and creative fusion of puppetry and digital modelling, Sherblock and Blockson are just delightful. The whole project is just bursting with joyful creativity.

And you can watch it RIGHT NOW! For FREE!

[like-rain-or-confetti]

When the Past Fades (Demetri Volturi x Reader)

Demetri and some of the other guards had travelled to the Cullens territory to check on Renesmee's development. What he hadn't expected amidst his visit was catching Renesmee in tears.

"Pardon me, are you alright?" Demetri raised a brow. Renesmee jumped slightly wiping her eyes and turning. "Yeah!" She said a little too forced. "I'm fine just..." She looked down taking a breath. "I'm being stupid. Sometimes I get...overly emotional, I guess. The human part of me." She sniffled. "I see." Demetri hummed. "And what has provoked this?" He asked. "You'll think it's silly." She shook her head. He smirked at the challenge. "Try me."

After a moments pause, she no longer could see the harm. "Sometimes... I get really, really terrified. That...that my body will fail me. That...that I'll succumb to the human in me. I...I forget things and my parents, my entire family, they don't. They spent so long worrying I wouldn't be here for long and now I worry if I'll be here longer than I can function." She sniffled. Demetri thought for a moment. "You're worried you'll forget things? Like humans do?" "That I'll forget important things. Pieces of my life." Renesmee clarified.

After a moment, Demetri gestured to the couch across from him. "Take a seat." She looked a little confused but complied with his request, sitting down. "Do you know my mate, (Y/N)?" He asked as he sat down. Renesmee shrugged. "A little. Human. You've been together for-" Renesmee was cut off by Demetri. "Eighty-eight years." He smiled, knowing she'd get it wrong. Renesmee looked taken aback. "But they -" "they're human? Not quite, but they certainly look the part, hm?" He smiled. "I changed them eighty five years ago but something went wrong. We still don't know what it is, a defect. It's mostly deemed a fluke. (Y/N) can heal quicker than a human, doesn't age and is warm blooded, but their stomach can't take human food." He leaned forward. "The most challenging thing of all being as their life goes on, they forget their past. Much like humans do. (Y/N) can't quite remember what year we met. I have all of our memories whilst theirs fade with time as we make new ones. We believe one day, they'll forget how we met or when or why. I'll just have always been there and i always will be. As it stands, they don't remember their parents faces or voices but can piece a brief description of hair colour or height or body stature. For someone who you'd think would be miserable forget such things and will even forget that they forget one day. Well I think you or I would think their life was as good as done. Yet they're thriving. They won't know what they're missing. Not for long anyway." He leaned forward, bracing his arms on his knees. "That's the part humans forget. Very rarely, almost impossibly, as their bodies slowly break down or their sense of self and the world begins to fade away - they're never alone. They have someone to make sure they're alright and that they'll carry on with the best quality of life they can have.Do not doubt that in the end, you won't be alone. You're loved too much to be cast aside. Everyone is remembered by someone and every single human I guarantee has that exact same fear...but don't let it own you when it's a part of life that you won't know, Renesmee." Demetri finished with a reassuring smile.

After a moment of silence, he got up to leave. Renesmee watched him, scrambling for a response before she stood up and followed after him out the room. "Demetri!?" He turned. "How do you handle it? That (Y/N) forgets?" Renesmee asked and Demetri smiled. She may not have looked her physical age and mentally even older still but Renesmee Cullen in this moment was just a child in his eyes. Too young to have to have a care in the world. Her anxiety's showing the flicker of humanity Isabella had transferred to her. It lived through Renesmee. Perhaps that was comforting to Edward. That if he stopped for a moment, he could see the humanity he had adored in his mate. His answer came with warmth. "When we're back in our territory, almost every night might i add, I find them reading by the window. Enthralled by my diaries."His tone softened. "I wrote them for (Y/N). So that even if it didn't jog their memory and was too far gone, theey'd still have something to look back to. They relieve them over and over as much or as little as they wants. Every night when they sleep as they must. I write for them. I will continue to write everything. It's how I show my love."

[sammonroesangel]

Author's Note: AHHHH! I can't believe I'm releasing my first ever fic/headcannon/idk. This isn't the greatest, I kind of wrote it in a short time frame, BUT I hope you guys enjoy it! 🥹

You had been feeling sick for a few days now- massive headaches, exhaustion that left you wanting to nap every hour, and food aversions, especially to Hayden’s famous blueberry pie (which you used to love). So, like any normal woman whose sex life consisted of making love at like 5 times a week (mainly unprotected recently), you decided to order a few pregnancy tests on Amazon. You told Hayden right away because, let’s be honest, he was the practical one in this situation. He suggested ordering the tests online to avoid awkward run-ins with nosy neighbors or paparazzi. Living on a secluded farm had its perks, but shipping times weren’t one of them. It took a week for the tests to arrive, during which your suspicions grew stronger thanks to the morning sickness that hit you like clockwork every day. When the package finally arrived, he trudged through the fresh snow, retrieved it, and brought it straight to you. "Here you go, sweetheart," he said with a soft smile, though you could tell he was holding back his own nervous excitement. You grabbed a test and ran to the bathroom. Hayden paced outside the door, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. When the result showed positive, you walked out, teary-eyed and smiling, and showed him the test. His face lit up as he hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead. "We're having a baby," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. From that moment on, he was completely in dad mode.

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Pregnancy brought out a whole new side of Hayden. He flat-out banned you from cooking. "You’re growing a whole human. The least I can do is handle dinner," he’d say, gently nudging you away from the kitchen. And it wasn’t just meals—Hayden insisted on taking over most of the chores, leaving you to rest and focus on the baby.

When it came to cravings, Hayden was an absolute champion. Wake up at 2 AM wanting cheese pizza and chocolate-covered pickles? No problem—he was on it without a second thought, even if it meant a midnight run into town. If you craved something else while he was already making dinner, he’d simply adjust. "Don't worry about it," he’d say, kissing your temple. "I’ll save this for later and make whatever you want."

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Hayden quickly learned that pregnancy mood swings were no joke. One minute, you’d be laughing at something silly he said, and the next, you’d be crying because he was burnt to a fucking crisp in a movie he was in 20 years ago. One evening, you were in the kitchen crying over a broken cookie. “It was perfect,” you sniffled, holding up the two halves like they were shattered glass. Hayden walked in, took one look at the situation, and gently plucked the cookie from your hands.

“Sweetheart, it’s still going to taste the same,” he said softly, taking a bite and offering you the other half. You glared at him through your tears but took the piece anyway, pouting.

“It’s not about the cookie,” you mumbled, and he nodded, letting you vent about how everything felt overwhelming lately. He didn’t try to fix it; he just listened, rubbing soothing circles on your back until you calmed down.

Another time, you got unreasonably mad at him for finishing the last of the orange juice, even though he didn’t realize you wanted it. “You’re supposed to know these things!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms. Instead of arguing, Hayden raised his hands in surrender. “You’re right. I should’ve asked before drinking it. I’ll go get more right now.”

You felt guilty the moment the words left your mouth and tried to stop him, but Hayden just kissed your forehead. “It’s okay. I’ll be back in ten minutes,” he said, grabbing his coat. True to his word, he returned with not one but three cartons of orange juice. “Just in case,” he teased, earning a laugh from you despite yourself. Hayden also became an expert at reading your moods. If you seemed cranky, he’d quietly bring you a snack or run you a bath. If you were teary-eyed, he’d snuggle up with you on the couch and let you cry into his chest while he stroked your hair. He never made you feel bad for the rollercoaster of emotions—you were carrying his baby, after all.

“Your body’s doing something incredible,” he told you one night after a particularly emotional day. “I’ll take a few mood swings over what you’re going through any day.”

================================================As your pregnancy progressed and your body continued to change, it wasn’t always easy to feel confident. There were moments when you’d catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and struggle to recognize the reflection staring back. The swollen ankles, the stretch marks, the way your clothes no longer fit quite right—it all felt overwhelming at times.

One evening, after a long day, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining the curve of your belly and the way your favorite dress stretched tightly across your body. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the insecurities crept in. Hayden found you like that, staring silently at your reflection, and he instantly knew something was wrong.

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping into the room. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, trying to brush it off, but the lump in your throat made it hard to speak. Finally, you mumbled, “I just… I don’t feel like myself anymore. I feel huge and uncomfortable, and I don’t even look good in anything anymore.”

Hayden’s expression softened as he moved closer, wrapping his arms gently around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at your reflection in the mirror with you. “Sweetheart, you’re growing our baby,” he said, his voice full of awe and love. “You’re doing something so amazing, and I wish you could see how beautiful you are to me.”

You sniffled, leaning into his embrace. “I don’t feel beautiful.”

He turned you around to face him, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “Then let me remind you,” he said firmly but lovingly. “I see the woman I fell in love with, the one who’s giving me the greatest gift I could ever imagine. Your body is changing because it’s creating a little life—a life we made together. That’s incredible.”

He kissed your forehead, then each cheek, and finally your lips, as if sealing his words with his touch. “I know it’s hard to see it right now, but you’re absolutely breathtaking to me. Every curve, every stretch mark, every little change—it’s all a part of this journey, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

His words melted some of your self-doubt, and you found yourself smiling softly. “You always know what to say,” you whispered, resting your hands on his chest.

“That’s because I mean every word,” he replied, pulling you closer. “And if you ever feel this way again, you just come to me, okay? I’ll remind you as many times as you need.”

That night, as you lay in bed, Hayden pulled you close, wrapping his arms protectively around you. His hand rested gently on your belly, where your baby was nestled safe and sound. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back was calming, grounding you in his love and reassurance.

“I love you,” he murmured into your hair. “I love everything about you—your strength, your heart, your laugh, and yes, even the way you’ve been stealing my pillows lately.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your insecurities slowly melting away in the warmth of his embrace. “It’s not stealing if I need them,” you teased, feeling lighter than you had in days.

“Fair point,” he chuckled. “Anything you need, you can have. Always.”

As he continued to hold you, Hayden started humming a soft melody—one you recognized as a song he often played on the piano. The sound wrapped around you like a blanket, soothing and full of love. You smiled, closing your eyes, feeling a tiny flutter from your belly as if the baby wanted to join in.

“See?” Hayden whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Even they know how amazing you are.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time they weren’t from sadness. They were tears of gratitude, of love, of feeling completely cherished by the man who was not only your partner but your greatest source of strength.

In that moment, you realized something important: no matter how much your body changed, no matter how many ups and downs you faced during this journey, you had Hayden by your side—your anchor, your cheerleader, and the person who would always remind you just how much you were loved.

As sleep began to take over, you whispered back, “I love you, too. More than anything.”

And with that, surrounded by Hayden’s love and the gentle promise of the life you were building together, you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the beautiful family waiting for you both just around the corner.

THE END

================================================OH MY GODDD AHHH YOU MADE IT TO THE END!

[kittykat-25]

Not Alone - An S.Coups Story

Chapter 4

Pairing: Seungcheol x F. Reader

Genre: strangers x friends x lovers, Hurt x Comfort, found family, seventeen being the best friends and brothers.

Synopsis: After begging the famous K-pop sensation S.Coups for help in the Seoul street market your life completely flips upside down, bringing you true friendship and a chance at true love.

A/N: This story is purely fiction. It talks about harsh things such as domestic violence, suicide and anxiety. This in no way represents the artist or their families. It is all made up🫶🏻

The key stayed on top of the door since that night at the dorms, Scoups heart beat sky rocketing the first time he noticed it back up there. You still had nightmares and he always stayed outside, never knowing when or if he should use the key and with his schedule picking back up he rarely saw you after work to ask. He had a few days off before being swarmed again, one of them being a Saturday which means he gets a whole day with you. He knocked at your door heard the faint come in before opening the door and sliding into your room. “You ready pretty girl?” You walked out of the bathroom, a toothbrush between your lips. “Almost, let me touch up my makeup.” He nodded leaning against the door frame. “Do you think I’ll need a jacket?” He heard you ask from the closet, “I think you’ll be fine, it’s suppose to be warmer today.” You were mumbling something he couldn’t hear, peeling himself off the doorframe he made his way into your bedroom, “if you were talking to me I didn’t hear you.” He said looking anywhere but into the room not sure if you were changing. “Is there something interesting on my ceiling Cheol?” Your voice came from right in front of him, looking down his nose inches from yours. “I was trying to be respectful.” He muttered. You brought a hand to his chest patting it gently, “you always are.” And with that you grabbed your bag and walked down the hall leaving the man’s world spinning.

Jeonghan sat in the backseat and watched his best friend attempt to watch the road instead of the girl next to him. Failing miserably, “wasn’t that our turn?” He asked smugly watching Cheols eyes widen, “distracted Scoups-ssi?” He mused making you laugh. “you could’ve warned me.” Scoups mumbled, glaring at Jeonghan in the review mirror. The rest of the car ride was tame, rather quiet as you stayed in your thoughts. You were excited to go shopping and just spend time with Cheol and Jeonghan since they had been so busy but something was gnawing at you making your anxiety rise. You just couldn’t figure out what it was. Twisting your rings around your finger drew the eyes of the man beside you, “what’s wrong y/n?” Scoups asked causing Jeonghan to pull his eyes from his phone. “I’m not sure, I just feel off. Like my anxiety is in overdrive and I can’t figure out why.” You said staring at your hands, Jeonghan’s hand comes down gently on your shoulder, “do you want to go home?” You shook your head no, “i want to shop and spend time with you both. I’m sure it’s nothing.” You said flexing your hands and sitting up higher. “Say the word and we leave.” Scoups added as he turned into the shopping district.

Hours later, you still had a pit in your stomach but with one man on each side of you it was hard to feel frightened of anything. You looked around Jeonghan into a shop, eyes snagged on a shirt had you stopping. “See something you like?” Jeonghan asked, you were about to answer when someone stepped up behind the rack and your eyes locked onto your exes body. You stumbled back a step into Scoups chest, thanking god your ex hadn’t seen you yet. “Let’s go.” Scoups said tucking you into his side with an arm around you and pulling you away. Jeonghan at your back, they pulled you into an alcove away from any eyes. Your whole body was trembling and you could feel the tears running down your face, not sure at what point you started crying. Scoups dropped his arm off of you, the weight leaving making you shiver more. He stood in front of you, the tears streaming down your face as you looked up at him, “we’ve got you pretty girl. Don’t worry.” You nodded and knew you were safe as long as Cheol was there. “I know.” You said as Jeonghan wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Do you want to stay? Or go home?” He asked quietly. The thought of running into your ex and him seeing you, seeing who you were with terrified you. “I want to go home.” The two men nodded, pulling you against him Jeonghan strolled out of your hiding spot and walked towards the exit, Cheol walking behind you both, quietly on the phone with someone. As you walked through the parking lot towards the familiar black G Wagon your body had mostly stopped shaking, only your hands trembled now. Jeonghan opened the car door, offering you a hand to get in. “It’s okay to be rattled y/n. You don’t have to hide that from us.” He said as you set your hand in his and pulled yourself into the car.

The car ride home was silent, you didn’t notice the worried glances between you and the two men. Cheols hands shook with rage as he had to watch you crumble and he could do nothing about it. Driving home he tried to calm his temper and focus on you and whatever you needed. Pulling up in front of the house you grabbed your bag and were out of the car before it was off. Jeonghan gave Scoups a pleading look, “how do we help?” He asked as they gathered the remaining bags from the car. “I don’t know, depends on how much she’ll let us.” His friend replied. Walking into the house there was no sign of you downstairs, the guys dropped the bags and walked up the steps. Your bedroom door was shut, Cheols heart clenched as he heard your muffled sobs. Jeonghan put his hand on the handle, “don’t, she’ll come out when she’s ready but don’t push her.” Scoups said slidding down the wall, a position his body had grown accustomed to waiting for you at night. “Y/n, Jagiya, we’re out here if you need us. Do you need anything?” Jeonghan called through the door. A muffled bark came through the door, letting them know Kkuma had joined you. Sitting down across from his leader, Jeonghan tried his hardest to not go to worst case scenario. You were not his sister. You got out and were healing. Leaning his head back he felt Scoups slide next to him, “she’ll be okay, I can see it on your face. But she’s not going to do anything rash.” Jeonghan nodded his head, “I know, I know.”

Hours later the door slowly opened and the fuzzy white dog made a beeline into her owners lap, looking up Cheols eyes locked on your red brimmed ones. “Are you okay?” He asked standing up, stretching his legs. Jeonghan followed suit, “what do you need?” “Food and probably water.” You answered, voice raw from the crying. Jeonghan nodded before making his way downstairs, you shuffled behind him slow moving as your body protested. “You okay?” Cheol asked walking behind you, “yeah just had to get my pity party out of the way.” You mumbled. “Y/n, it’s okay to not be okay. The trauma you endured. You are allowed to feel whatever you want, it’s not self pity.” You had stopped at the top of the stairs listening to his words. “I’m so sick of crying over it. I hate feeling weak in this.” You said swiping a stray tear off your cheek. “You are not weak y/n, you got yourself out of a horrid situation and have pushed yourself so well the last few months to get better.” Jeonghan called from the bottom of the steps, hearing the conversation. “I for one am so incredibly proud of you for what you did.” He added before you heard his steps fade away. Cheol watched your shoulders slump forward, “we are proud of you.” He said softly stepping closer to you, kkuma licked the back of your arm from his grasp on her. “I know, thank you.” You said quietly, walking down the steps arms curling around yourself tighter the further away you got.

Cheol and Jeonghan watched you fold into yourself the rest of the night. They fixed your favorite food which you picked around the plate before excusing yourself and going back upstairs. “She’s not okay.” Jeonghan said watching you walk up the Stairs, the blank expression etched into your face. “Like all the healing she’s done vanished.” He said glancing down at his friend. “Scoups-sii what are we going to do?” Cheol looked up, “be there for her as we have been and help her through this. That’s all we can do.”

It was 2am before Cheol got Jeonghan to leave, his friends worry over you had kept him planted in case you needed them. You hadn’t come out of your bedroom in hours, assuming you had gone to sleep Scoups walked into his own bedroom and laid down. His mind swirling with thoughts of you, how scared you looked in the mall. Your tear streaked face permanently seared into his mind, he clenched his fist letting the anger roll off of him. He had just closed his eyes, settling down when he heard a muffled sob come from your door. Sitting up he listened, “no please” he heard you beg. He closed his eyes, your tear streaked face rushing to the front of his memory. “Noooo!” Your scream cut through the house followed by a thud. Cheol threw back the sheets making his way to your door when it was thrown open. Your eyes met and before he had time to speak you had thrown yourself into him. Your body pressed against his, trembling so hard he felt it through his own body. Your face buried into his chest, he hestaintly wrapped his arm around you. Not wanting to scare you, “what happened pretty girl?” He asked rubbing a hand down your back. “Cheollie I’m scared, I don’t want him to find me.” Scoups pulled your body tighter to his, his hand coming to cup the back of your head, “I won’t let him hurt you. I promise.” You nodded, letting your body relax into his touch. His chin resting on your head and arms curled around you, you let yourself fully breathe for the first time.

Cheol led you downstairs, his arm never leaving your body. “Hot tea? Or something stronger?” He asked making his way to the kitchen. “Tea please.” He pulled away and started boiling the water. “Do you want to talk about it? Or just leave it alone?” He asked, his back towards you. You could feel the worry and anger coming from him, his shoulders tense but his voice gentle. “If you don’t that’s fine I don’t want to push you I just hope you know-“ “it was you.” Your interjection caused him to stop and turn around. “What?” Cheol’s voice shook, if you had dreamed he was hurting you, he wouldn’t be able to take it. “It wasn’t me he was hurting, it was you and I was in some glass box and couldn’t get to you to stop it. All I could do was scream. But it didn’t help and you- you were hurt. You got hurt because of me.” The last line came out as a strangled sob, and then he was in front of you pulling you towards him. “It’s alright, I’m okay. Not hurt at all.” Which of course was a lie because seeing more tears fall down your cheeks made his chest tighten. Scoups pulled you into the living room and down onto the couch, handing you the warm tea, he grabbed a blanket. “Distractions or sleep?” You handed him the remote and curled up against him, not willing to part with him or the comfort he provides. As he pulls up the show you’ve been watching he throws his arm around you, pulling you closer into his side. You feel the tension leaving his body, his shoulders relaxing as you lay your head against him. Tea forgotten, you drift off to sleep feeling more at peace than ever.

A/N: HOWDY BABIES!! I am so so sorry I’ve been so inactive. My life has honestly been a tornado and I’m just getting back to picking up the pieces and then I got the flu😫 so apologies that this has been so long coming!

BUT I did get a couple chapters written so you will have two more chapters coming out today!!! I hope you enjoy them!

Love you all

🤍 Sarah

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[w1ngriddenangel]

pretty in pink | matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x reader ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

in which . . . matt wants you to look pretty on camera while he fucks you.

warnings | smut, porn w/o plot, p in v, being filmed + more

all that was heard throughout the room was your loud moans, the lewd sounds of matt rocking against you at a fast pace while you fucked back into him, and the wet sounds of your pussy.

"you're so fucking wet," matt spoke through his teeth. "i fucking love it." he was holding his phone so tight that his knuckles were turning white, he was trying to focus on recording and getting all of you, but you felt so fucking good he was failing miserably.

your pink lace underwear were pushed to the side, resting against your ass as matt fucked you from behind. you were trying to match his thrusts by rocking back into him every time your guys' bodies met.

"m-matt," you practically squealed. the hand of matt's that wasn't holding his phone lifted and landed hard against your ass, earning a loud yelp from you. matt set his phone down next to you on the bed before pulling out of you and quickly flipping you over, so you were on your back.

your baby pink tank top was pushed up, exposing your boobs that he loved oh so much. he picked his phone back up and angled it towards your chest and your face.

"my pretty fucking baby," he stared at you while he nudged his tip at your entrance. "right?" before you could manage to get an answer out, he pushed his hips forward once, filling you to the brim with his cock. you gasped, feeling him basically touching your cervix.

your mouth was pretty much stuck open, the feeling caught you so off guard. "please," you breathed. "please fuck me, matty."

"anything for my princess," he says, beginning to move his hips at a steady pace. he was earning moans from you but it wasn't enough for him. he wanted you absolutely writhing under his touch. his slow and steady pace was immediately replaced with a fast and rough one. your moans were growing louder, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" he asked you. you attempted to respond but everything that came out of your mouth were loud moans or incoherent babbles. "can feel you squeezing around me." his free hand traveled down to your stomach and stopped at your clit, beginning to rub circles around it. the new feeling had the knot in your stomach bursting immediately as you came around his cock.

he kept moving, though. matt was never done until you guys both got to cum. him continuing to fuck you while you came caused a white ring to form around the base of his cock and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. he groaned loudly, his eyes shifting back and forth from your face to the aftermath of you creaming on his cock. "fffffuck."

his hand moved to your stomach and he pushed down, causing both of you to feel the best feeling you had felt all night. there was absolutely no chance that matt was letting the camera miss any of this. "give me one more, mama," he said. "know y'can."

you shook your head no repeatedly but matt didn't take that for an answer. he was going to make you cum again. he knew you could take it, and he knew that you would continue to be a good girl for him like you always were.

"one more and both of us can have this video forever, baby."

[smuglemon]

a new form for my oc Thebes!!! my buddy div designed the original mon and I made the pink form, I've been meaning to polish out a new ref for a while now ^_^

[christnarr]

marriage counselors HATE THEM!

[orcelito]

Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.

But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.

[skeletinmoss]

@babygirlvirgil I don't think I'll ever touch this cursed thing ever again so I might as well post it.

Ever since that stupid trip to the ancient ruins that Remus dragged him on something felt off. Virgil felt different, felt wrong. There was something inside his body, he was sure of it. He felt weird. Moving, breathing, eating, everything felt weird.

Virgil thought he caught some kind decease or parasite from that one skull Remus yeeted his way. He even got over his social anxiety and went to the doctor, but everything was clean and he got nothing except some advice to lower his caffeine intake and get some healthy amount of sleep.

He was being paranoid, Virgil knew that. The only thing left was problems with his brain. But he was too scared to send himself to the physics. Because if he was right he was crazy, and there was nothing better than not being able to trust yourself!

He was probably crazy either way, he couldn't shake off the felling of something inside him. He could sense it moving, he could feel the aches he never felt before. Or maybe they were always there? He couldn't remember, he never cared to make a mental note on how it felt not feeling like he did now.

The Thing inside of him was growing, spreading, replacing his bones with Its own. He could feel it. He could feel IT.

At first he was too nervous to say anything. Everyone noticed. He even managed to make Mr Janus-poker-face look genuinely concerned. When he rejected any concern for his well-being everyone took the hint and didn't press. That was the moment he sealed his fate at getting any help later. His attempts at looking miserable so someone would ask about it and he can share his concerns failed miserably because of it.

Then It started to learn. It was in his arms, in his legs, in his torso, in his neck. It knew how to move like him. It knew his habits, It knew how to pretend to be him. And It had his friends fooled. He couldn't pretend to be miserable again. Virgil wasn't sure he was even able to mention the situation if prompted. His voice didn't feel like his own either now. Was it always this deep? Was it this hoarse before? Would any of his friends be able to notice?

" Notice! Say something!" his mind cried as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

" Sorry, got something in the eye," his body said instead as it moved his hand to wipe it.

Was it still His body? Or did it belong to the Thing that was living with him now?

He knew he wasn't crazy when he confessed to his crush. Real Virgil would have never done that! Now he was sure there was an imposter inside of him. Someone took his place and now trying to trick his love too.

" I won't let it happen," he decided.

In retrospect he shouldn't have done what he did then. Not for his sake, for theirs.

He was never good at making friends. Most of his friends came from his brother Patton. Patton was always sociable, cheery and loud, when Virgil was quiet, introverted and anxious. Their parents always got jokes about how their sons were so different being only one year apart. Patton's friends were always the only one Virgil had. And it's safe to say they all were shocked at what he did.

His new boyfriend contacted Patton over night with the news, " Virgil is trying to kill himself ".

Admittedly not the best plan. But how else could he stop the Thing from touching someone so dear to him?

His brother and boyfriend were so distraught, it was hard to look at. He didn't tell them why he tried to do it. He couldn't. He didn't tell the doctors either. And in the end he was declared mentally ill after all! For all the wrong reasons!

The feeling of someone inside only grew. It tried to communicate now. It knew how, it pretended to be him for over 4 months now. Yet the only thing it said was 'beautiful'.

" You are so beautiful," It repeated in a millionth time now, as his own hands caressed his face and neck ever so gently.

But after this time Virgil suddenly felt in control again. His body was moving at his own will. The thing was still inside of course, but now it settled inside his bones. He wasn't sure why he was so certain about it. But now there was a clear line between his bones controlled by the Thing and the rest of him.

The notes I had, but don't want to write it

Lo: so, has your skeleton said anything lately?

V: I know it is not... It's the best way i can describe it. I swear i know it sounds absolutely nuts. But I can't make it stop.

Lo: that is very good actually. Aknowledging the delusion is going to be vital in maintaining control over yourself.

The thing: Darling, i am here. Please, i am real. I promise. I love you. More than anyone ever will. They are trying to make you abandon me because they are jealous.

V: it doesn't like being called a delusion...

Me thinking " Why not try and write a fun fic where Virgil is shipped with his own skeleton? It'll be fun! "

The psychological horror with a person who's definitely most likely having a mental illness starring at me back

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

I can't remember if i've mentioned this before or not but Alden hates getting rained on So Much and he always gets So Miserable about it. Especially once within the safety of the Orbiter/Dormizone

The cure to this misery is Become Dry And Cosy, the latter most ideally achieved via cuddles (usually Kohlrabi or Lanius)

He becomes Even Worse about it once they find Kodiak bc his reasons are no longer exclusively "i hate this i'm suffering this sucks" but also trying so hard to bait Kodiak into laying his coat over him and ideally also cuddling with him. And every single time Kodiak does fall for what Alden classifies as his Evil Plans and Kodiak classifies as being adorable

[dxxtruction]

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[angelovi]

Simon that goes feral after seeing you wear his dog tags.

"Hm what's that you're wearing love? Those my dog tags?"

You give him a supple nod in return, a light blush dusting your cheeks.

"Where'd you find that hm?" He approaches you slowly with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I found it on your desk.. didn't think you'd mind.." You try your best to sound confident, yet you fail miserably.

He holds your chin between his two fingers, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. "I ever tell you how gorgeous you look?"

"Everyday." You gaze up at him, your innocence showing.

"Good," he whispers softly, his breath warm against your skin, before closing the distance between you and drawing you into a kiss.

Lifting you gently by your thighs, he carries you with ease to the warmth of your shared bedroom. As he crosses the threshold, the soft glow of the lighting wraps around you both. He sets you down on the plush fabric of the bed, the comforting texture embracing you as you sink into it.

In a swift motion, he pulls off his pants, the fabric pooling on the floor, and then settles onto the bed beside you, his skin warm against the sheets. An idea flickers in his eyes, and a light smirk crosses his face.

“Need to see you ride me.” He guides you to straddle him, before slipping your shirt off and pushing your panties to the side, bullying himself in. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp as he moves fervently, showing no signs of slowing down.

He gazes his eyes to the dog tag that's wrapped around your precious neck.

The atmosphere in the room thickens with a mix of hushed gasps and soft moans. Simon's heavy breathing cuts through the tension as pleasure envelopes him, growing more urgent.

“Tell me how good it feels love.”

As you near the edge, words struggle to get out, the only thing audible is your gasps.

“C’mon. Use your words,” he grunts out.

“Feels so fucking good Simon. Don't stop..” your words are followed by a whimper, your legs getting tired as you struggle to bounce on his massive size.

Noticing your struggle, he flips you over and mercilessly pounds you into the bed, aiming to finish you both off.

“That’s it, angel. Right there. Fuck you're so perfect.” he intertwines his fingers with yours, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles before resuming his thrusts.

As soon as you start cumming, Simon doubles his efforts, reaching his hand down to rub your swollen clit. He feels you tighten around him, legs trembling as your orgasm washes over you.

“Fuck, look at you.” he slows his movements, pulling out after he fills you up.

“Spread your legs for me sweetheart.” he spreads your legs a little more, positioning his face between them, planting a little kiss on your clit. He smirks as he maintains eye contact, his tongue darting out to tease your clit with a tight touch, circling it slowly.

His movements speed up, eventually adding his index and middle finger, slowly curling it to hit that perfect spot that makes you see stars.

You moan even louder than before, not even worrying about the neighbors. “More…” you manage to utter, your voice barely rising above a whisper as you use your last bit of resilience.

“Greedy little thing ain't ya?” his fingers move faster, deeper, as he maintains the intense abuse on your clit.

You throw your head back in pure ecstasy as you've officially been fucked dumb.

His fingers pump in and out of you ruthlessly, curling up periodically. He can feel you getting ready to cum again. He looks up at your thrown-back head, his mind racing with more ideas. “Turn over.”

He quickly flips you over into your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. He spreads your legs apart slightly, exposing your cunt. He spits on it, using his thumb to rub the saliva around your entrance.

He lines himself up with your dripping pussy, rubbing the thick head teasingly along your slit.

He pushes forward slightly, stretching you open as he sinks inside. “Fuck you're so tight, baby girl.” he pauses, letting you adjust to his size once more before starting to thrust slowly.

The dog tags jingle as he pounds into you, grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you back onto him with each powerful thrust. “Such a good girl.”

He reaches around and rubs your clit in firm circles, tormenting it further. “I can feel your little cunt gripping me. You gonna cum angel?”

Seeing you nod, he leans over, pressing his muscular chest against your back, his breath hot on your ear. “Then cum for me sweet girl.”

He growls deeply, feeling your pussy convulse around his cock as you cum. As he finishes emptying himself inside you, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling into your neck. “You’re so perfect.”

He kisses your neck softly, holding you close as his cum leaks out of your spent cunt. As he whispers comforting words into your ear, you feel yourself dozing off, completely spent from the night’s actions.

Simon smiles softly, adjusting you so you're comfortable against his chest. He pulls the blanket over the both of you, ensuring you're warm. A hand cups the back of your head, rubbing soothingly in your hair, making sure you feel safe.

“Sweet dreams, love. I got you.”

Proud of this one ngl

[readwritealldayallnight]

I would love a take on boyfriend Ghost coming home to surprise you, but he finds your bed empty and doesn't realize that you are in his room in his bed. Thanks.

The placebo effect, was what he kept trying to convince you it had to be, no matter how many times you rolled your eyes and told him he was wrong

How else could one explain your insistence that Simon’s bed smelled so much like him, becoming your safe space when he was away on long deployments, when he only ever slept with you in your bed most nights to begin with

Hard to believe it was nearly three years ago now that you’d told your friend since childhood, Johnny, about how your search for a new flat was going miserably. You remember how he’d perked up and recounted with a mischievous glint in his eye about how his Lieutenant was apparently searching for a flat mate at the moment, someone who’d be looking after the place while he was away for work

Unsure about living with a strange man you’d never met before, but trusting Johnny’s judgement (though the way he seemed just a bit too eager about this meeting did kind of throw you off-) you had reluctantly agreed to meet with him and at least give the flat a glance before you simply turned him down

It wasn’t until you were knocking at the door of the address Johnny had written down for you, that you’d realized he’d never even given you the man’s goddamn name, only ever referring to him at Lieutenant or LT

Johnny apparently also failed to mention the absolute SIZE of the guy, his huge frame blocking nearly all of the light from behind him as he had swung the door open and stood in the doorway before you

In a slight panic, thrown off by the massive man before you and the way the butterflies in your stomach suddenly began to flutter at the sight of him, you had greeted him for the first time with a squeaky, unsure voice saying ‘Um, hi, are you the Mr Lieutenant?’ (something he has never let you live down since)

He knew then and there that you would be the one

Not just his flatmate (though what a generous flatmate he was when he offered insisted on moving all your boxes out of your old place and into his that very same day), but the one, something he reluctantly had to give Soap credit for, seeing as he was the one who wouldn’t stop talking his ear off about you

You would be his other half, his better half

And all these years later, the two bedroom flat truly only acted as a one bedroom, considering that from the start Simon was always falling into your bed with you at the end of each night, limbs tangled together under the warmth of a lovers embrace a thousand times more comforting than an actual comforter

Still though, that first time Simon had to be gone for work longer than a few weeks, you found the lingering odor of him clinging to his bedsheets to be one of the few things keeping you sane in his absence, taking to sleeping in his room for the time being, imagining that the pillow you cling to your front was a strong muscular arm instead, littered in scars and tattoos you feel confident you could recognize from touch alone

And when his long awaited flight back home to you landed a few hours earlier than expected, tires touching down in the dark, stillness of late night hour, he decided he’d surprise you and come straight home, rather than calling you to meet him at the base like you’d insisted, not wanting to wake you

Barely able to contain himself, he decided the elevator ride up to the seventh floor would take too long, take away precious seconds that brought him closer to you, and so up the flight of stairs he went, taking them two or three at a time, rushing to see the face etched behind his eyelids every time he closed his eyes, to hear the voice that haunted his dreams each night

Quietly as a man his size could, he crept into the flat, snuck his way into your room, expecting to see your sweet, sleeping form cuddled up amongst the blankets and pillows. But his heart dropped when he noticed the bed was still perfectly made, not a thread out of place.

Trying to remain calm, though his mind was instantly swarming with every possible scenario that could have taken place, he knew he saw your shoes and jacket by the door, you couldn’t have gone far… but where were you?

He glanced into the living room, wondering if he missed you sleeping on the couch after a long day, he poked his head into the bathroom, even went so far as to check the small balcony, but finally there was only one door left to open.

And there you were, safe and sound, a tiny ball curled up into the center of his huge bed, clinging to one of his old masks and holding it close to your chest as though it were a security blanket (you’d been sleeping in his bed so much you needed something that still smelled strongly of him, you were getting desperate)

Stripping himself down to only his boxers, he tiptoed towards the side of the bed, his mind finally feeling more at peace than he ever had, gently pulling the sheets back just enough for him to slip in behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you into his muscular chest

Though it should be alarming to suddenly feel a pair of hands roaming over your skin, a body holding you firmly against their own, it’s as though your body knows who it is before your mind does

Any tension you were still holding onto during his absence instantly melts away, your own hands coming to land over top of his, giving a slight squeeze of acknowledgment, not yet willing to fully leave your half asleep state, but needing to touch him, to confirm he really is here

“Hmm,” You hum, voice groggy with sleep and a smile slowly stretching across your lips, snuggling further into his embrace. “You’re home.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, wishing he could bottle up the scent of your shampoo and lotions and perfumes, if only to have something to hold onto while he’s away, understanding now why he found you in this bed rather than your own

“I am.” He whispers into your hair, sensing that you’re already drifting back into dream land, safe in his arms and his bed, knowing he’ll be there when you wake. He feels his chest tighten when he knows that you weren’t talking about the fact that he’s physically home, in the flat, but something more, something much more, because he means the same thing when he tells you, “You’re my home too, love.”