#is ill here my phone ringing when its not

[constant-internal-screamin]

Yo I want to know can anyone else just choose to have hallucinations if certain criteria are met? Or is that just me?

[lildiva00]

pt. 2 of Virgin Choso!! if you havent read the first part read it here and part 3

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Virgin Choso who looks at your abandoned bag in the corner of his small living room. Standing in the little apartment he moved into recently, chewing on his lip anxiously. Should he text you? you’d realize it was gone eventually, and when you give him a call to tell him, he could pretend he hadn’t seen it. It’s not because he doesn’t want to talk to you, the opposite really, but hes scared. He’d probably be weird and act awkward if you two were ever alone, if you came to retrieve your bag from his home.

You and Yuji had been at his apartment earlier that day to help him move his furniture around. He’d heard the doorbell ring and when you had finally ascended to the top floor were he resided, Yuji had given him a brotherly hug, patting his back. And you,

You.

it’s the second time he sees you after he realised what he felt for you, and it’s getting increasingly hard to be around you. Especially when you keep putting on those adorable little outfits. He can’t focus, he can hardly breathe. Yuji, that idiot, knows that fact better than even Choso himself, seeing right through his brother. Which is why the boy had invited you today to help him. To torture Choso, to make him crack.

But Choso wasn’t weak. He could hold his composure. Even when Yuji walks past him and whispers, trying to hold his laugh, “maybe cut back on the staring a little today, she might actually notice this time,”

And now he’s here, all his furniture in the right places, but your bag in the wrong. You’d went to the gym he remembers, which is why you had it with you.

When his phone rings a minute later, his heart starts beating faster, already? he calms down a little when he sees it’s Yuji who’s calling, but his ease is cut short when he answers.

“hello?”

“hi Choso, it’s me,” its you. He can hear people talking and laughing in the background, probably you and Yuji’s new friends from your Jujutsu College. “my phone went out so i borrowed Yuji’s to call you,” you say sweetly, and before you can continue, a voice way louder than yours comes through the line, “she forgot her bag on purpose!!” Yuji shouts from next to you, before someone in the group can shut him up,

“not true…” you say awkwardly and laugh “but uh, is it okay if i come and get it tomorrow after my shift? it’s gonna be a little late though, sorry for the trouble,” he can feel that tugging in his heart, he’s excited to see you again, even if it’s only because of your forgetfulness. “it uh…it is no trouble,” he says quickly,

“thank you Choso…ill see you tomorrow,” and with that you hang up, and Choso is left with the silence of his apartment and the bustle outside of tokyo city.

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He’s sitting on the couch with your bag propped up next to him, did you really leave your bag here on purpose? why would you have done that? did you want to see him too? he sighs, wishful thinking.

He stands up from the couch and the movement makes your unzipped bag fall to the floor with a thud.

He looks to the floor, bends down to put the bag back when-

oh. fuck.

Laying on the ground is your used gym clothes, a big hoodie, some shorts, a top and also…

a pair of your used panties.

he freezes, his dick jumping at the sight alone. Theyre baby blue, with a little white bow on the waistband. fuck. no. don’t.

he picks them up.

He’s only just learned about sex, about relationships and about…pleasuring himself. And he’s already a massive pervert.

what would you think of him if you knew? if you could see him right now? desperately jerking himself off on the couch, whines and groans spilling from his lips, drool sliding down his mouth. your perfect little panties wrapped around his hard cock.

He watches as his pre cum makes a mess in them. he wants to make a mess with you. He wants to see you wearing nothing else than those same panties around him,

he takes them away from his dick and brings them to his nose. And when he breathes in the scent of your pussy, He cums so hard his mind turns blank.

And it hits him when he comes down, that hes disgusting. And your panties are ruined.

how can you make him feel like this. Without any cursed energy. without beating him into the ground. youre just existing, And that fact alone makes him feel so…weak? why does he feel weak?

He decides then that he needs to tell you, Its been building up in his chest for months. He needs to tell you that hes in love with you and that he would do anything for you.

he needs to tell you he wants to bury his face in your little cunt.

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thx to everyone whos been leaving notes<33 part 3 coming!!

[ignoringmyexams]

jason is in the kitchen after patrol the night before halloween, wondering if he should get some takeaway, when his phone rings.

"who the hell calls this late at night? its 4am.."

its your name. he picks up at once.

"hey, you awake? can i come over?" , by the tone in your voice, it seems like you wont take no for an answer.

"it doesnt matter" you continue, "im already standing outside of your door"

this is the only safehouses you know about, and jason has been careful to make you think that he lives there all the time. usually he wouldnt risk you seeing his red hood gear, but at 4am, he thought it was safe to head here, as it was his nearest and largest apartment. he really didnt want to run 10 minutes through the cold and rainy october night to get to the next safehouse, and so now he finds himself rushing to hide his gear someplace you wont find it.

"uh, sure, just wait and ill let you in" he manages to stammer out, feeling nervous not only because he didnt want you to find out his secret identity. he never thought he would end up in this situation that night he met you at that dive bar on the outskirts of crime alley. you were so obviously out of place there, hanging out with your friends, anybody could see that you were students from gotham university, on the hunt for a cheap beer. he and roy had quickly stepped in under the guise of being friendly drunks, to protect you from the leer of some of gothams underbelly.

since then, youd kept coming to the dive bar, and jason kept coming to look out for you. after a while he just accepted that youd managed to work your way into his life, and now hed drive halfway across the city to meet you for lunch after your lectures. at some point, he noticed that his gaze seemed to linger longer that it had used to, and by now he had realized that he was mad about you. something he hoped you still were oblivious to.

"i promise you, you wont regret it. ive brought takeaway!" you chirped back at him.

jason lets you in, and hungrily takes the bag from you. by now youve learned that dumplings are a quick way to get him to do your bidding.

"shouldnt you be sleeping right now? i remember you saying that you have an early lecture tomorrow, or, today i guess." jason asked you. in fact he knew you had an early lecture, because he had your schedule memorized by now, to be able to suprise you with lunch. at this point his brain blocked out other dates and appointments to be able to remember more about you, someting that got him in trouble with bruce every time he forgot training sessions, or family meetings.

you were sat on the sofa, taking up as much space as you possibly could, something you did every time you came over. jason watched as your face turned deadly serious.

"jason, what im about to tell you cant leave this room. you have to promise me."

"of course" he reassured, worried now, "you can tell me everything",

"you sure?" you shot back, "i dont want this to change our relationship, or the way you view me, ok? im still the same person ive always been."

now he was really worried.

"im batman." you said with a completely straight face. "vengeance never sleeps, and so neither can i."

he looked at you with the most deadpan expression he could manage at that point. you held out in silence for what seemed an impressive amount of time before you cracked.

"its true" you wheezed out, "my friends want me to be batman at the halloween party tomorrow, but the costume hasnt arrived yet. and so ive got to use last years costume instead."

the infamous costume of halloween last year. the one jason never got to see you in, as he didnt know you at the time. he hasnt even seen a picture, but the thought that you own it is enough to drive him crazy.

"and so i wondered", you continued, "if i, pretty pleeeasee, could borrow your leather jacket, you know, the one that maches red hoods perfectly?"

now usually, jason would have said no. no one touches that jacket. but its you. and jason was also invited to said halloween party. and if youre going to make him socialize, he might as well have something to look at while doing it. and so he throws the jacket at you.

"try it on", and you do.

although jason is taller and broader than you, you still have some muscle on you, that fills out the arms and shoulders of the jacket in a way that makes it look just oversized instead of akward.

jason almost wants you to keep it. the smile he receives when he lets you borrow it is all he can think of the rest of that night, as he eats the dumplings you left for him.

[snoopychris]

heart stopping

warnings: non-descriptive car crash, dry humping

in which... cheerleader!reader finds two times in the same night where her heart stops

the second that you pieced together what the sound of the crash that came behind you was, your heart stopped. in recent days, your heart had been stopping. once per day, each time for all the right reasons. there was the time where you were walking in the hallway and matt said hey to you. there was the time where it was raining and matt walked you into the school under his umbrella. there was the time when you noticed the pokemon card in matt’s phone case had changed to piplup. weirdly enough, there was the time when Mr. Harrison showed you matt’s project as an example. but this time was different. this time, your heart stopped for all the wrong reasons. 

your eyes squeeze shut for a moment as you gather your thoughts, turn off your car, and reach over to your glove box, grabbing your cars insurance and registration before exiting the vehicle. your hazards are on now, as are the hazards belonging to the other car, and you make your way over. after a brief interaction with the cars owner (grace, you learned) you assessed the damage of your car. it looked to be only a dent, and from what you could tell it was purely cosmetic. everyone was unharmed, both of you had insurance, everything was good to go. 

the second you began driving down the road, your car stopped. turns out, the bump was not purely cosmetic. pain rushes through your head when you hit yourself on the steering wheel a few times. you groan as you grab your phone from the cup holder besides you, looking through your contacts. your parents are probably the last people you want to call right now. youre scrolling for a moment or two before you make the call. 

you let out a sigh when the line rings, smiling when you hear the other end pick up. “hello?” the voice replies quietly with a crack in his voice. “hey…i-im sorry for calling so late. i got into an accident by the park on Dutch street. my car was fine but then it stopped and ive got no other friends with a license. is there any way you can come pick me up? ill owe you big time.” you whisper, crossing your fingers. 

matt hesitates but then speaks. “yeah, im on my way. stay right where you are dont worry.” if any of your friends had seen the way your face turned red, theyd never let you live it down. while youre waiting you do the responsible thing and call a tow truck. when you see a pair of headlights pull up, you instantly assume the worst. you would assume it was matt if he didnt live so far away. when the car pulls up next to you and you realize it is matt, youre okay. he rolls the window down and smiles, gesturing towards the passenger seat. you climb in with your belongs carefully, being as respectful as possible. he sends you a small smile and you take in your surroundings. theres a comfortable silence that sits between the two of you. somehow even with how much chaos you put up with when youre with your friends, you enjoy it. the silence looms for a while but then its broken.

“it smells salty in here…” you giggle, throwing your head against the headrest. matt nods slowly and shrugs, glancing over at you. “i was just at the beach, i sit there when i need more quiet than my room provides. you were at… practice i presume?” he eyes your uniform, the top half covered by your varsity jacket. you nod in response, adjusting the ponytail your hair was in. “i was. we have to come up with new routines.” you smile, licking your lips. matt adjusts the rearview mirror and then his glasses, running a finger through his hair. the small talk continues for the entirety of the car ride, but it didnt take more than 3 minutes to realize how comfortable matt was when talking to you when there werent any other people around. you swallow your spit and frown when matt turns onto your street.

 you take a leap that you never expected to and speak. “pull over here.” you whisper, matt complying while he raises his eyebrows. you take in all of his features before leaning over the center console, holding your face dangerously close to matt’s. “say the word and i stop and leave right now.” you whisper. a shaky exhale exits matts mouth as he shakes his head, cupping your face in his palms as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

 youve had a fair amount of kisses before, but there wasnt a single one that came to mind that was quite like this. not a single kiss in all of the previous ones you had shared that were so full of lust, passion, and love. no, not a single one of your previous kisses had any trace of love. you’re the first to pull away. matt couldnt find it in himself to. he was finally kissing the girl of his dreams and you expected him to pull away? no way in heaven or hell.

the two of you sit for a moment, avoiding the gaze of one another. you go to break the silence by speaking, but youre cut off when matt presses another kiss to your lips. you gasp at the sudden feeling, but not a single bone in your body cares. the hand that matt previously had sitting on his steering wheel moves to your thigh, and the hand that had been resting on the window moves to push his seat back as far as it can go. you catch on fairly quick and move to straddle matts lap, never once breaking the touching of your lips. the song that was playing on the radio is tuned out, but you make it out to be doja cat’s “Agora Hills”. this time when the kiss is broken, its due to matt. part of you thinks that he only breaks the kiss to discuss the hardness thats poking your thigh, but he surprises you when he semi-ignores it. 

he stutters as he looks away from you, face flushed with embarrassment. “im a virgin…” he whispers, the suddenness of the confession being the only thing that really shocks you- not that youd ever admit that. you nod as you kiss his neck gently, grabbing onto his hands and placing them on your hips. “thats okay. i am too.” you whisper, making matt’s ears turn red. you had always heard rumors floating around the school that you weren’t, but they didnt bother you, people would always believe whatever they wanted. you look at matt, silently asking for some sort of permission. 

you never verbally get the command, but you catch on pretty quickly when matt begins moving your hips for you. you let out a small noise at the feeling, letting your body take control. matt’s breath hitches in his throat and he lets out a moan, his grip on your hips tightening. “fuck…” he mumbles, his eyes shooting between the way your face looks as youre grinding yourself on his jeans and the way your skirt looks when your legs move. the actions continue for at most ten minutes, though for both of you it feels like an eternity. your hips only come to a stop when you let your orgasm take over your body, collapsing onto matt’s chest, his tshirt stuck to him due to all the sweat. matt only lets go of your hips when he lets his own orgasm take over, a dark, wet spot forming on his jeans and part of your skirt. the two of you gather your breaths for a few moments, a moment only ruined by matt’s phone ringing. 

he composes himself as you slide off of him, gathering your belongings from the backseat. you wait patiently for matt to hang up the phone, licking your lips. ��its just chris… he wants me to bring him some ice cream when i go back home.” he whispers, to which you smile and nod. you shoot a glance of reassurance at him, looking over to your house. “guess i should go then huh…” you whisper, not wanting the moment to end so soon. matt lets out a hesitant “yeah”.

 you open the car door and begin stepping out when matt grips your wrist, sending you a smile. “this doesnt end when you walk into that door right?” he mumbles, worried about the outcome. his heart flutters when you shake your head, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “this doesnt end when i walk into that door.” and for the second time that day, your heart stops.

๋࣭⭑ a/n: :P and thats all i have to say. aside from dividers by @issysh3ll kiss kiss! -gen

๋࣭⭑ tags(reply or message to be added): @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @izzylovesmatt @m11rx @chris-hallelujah @isabellewhatt @st7rnioioss @yuppocarzy @mattsbrat

[rafeandonlyrafe]

taken care of

words: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, established relationship, exhibitionism, VERY BARRY HEAVY FIC!, fishing and like description of cooking fish??? does that need a warning lol, mention of drugs, rafe and barry are drug dealers in this but its very brief, drinking, female receiving oral, sharing is caring lol?, p in v sex, male masturbation, voyeurism

“you don't wanna get out?” rafe asks, his hands petting over your thighs.

“im happy watching from here.” you hum, leaning forward to give him a kiss.

“okay.” rafe sighs, digging in his pocket for his keys, placing them in your awaiting palm. “you can keep the ac and radio on if you want.”

“you know me so well.” you coo, giving rafe another peck on the lips as he goes to the back of his truck, pulling out his tackle box and fishing pole. you keep the door open until you reach over from your passenger seat and turn the truck on, allowing you to roll down the window.

you wave at barry when he notices you in the backseat. “brought sweetheart fishing?” he questions, making rafe let out a grunt, while you just giggle.

barry loves to flirt with you in front of rafe, because he gets pissed and you get so shy, always ducking your head or hiding behind rafe.

“just watching.” you shrug, adjusting yourself so you're comfortable, glad the side of the road is so close to the river bank, letting you stay in the truck but still be close enough to listen to rafe and barry as they chat.

“fish on.” rafe calls out, huffing as he begins to reel. you sit up a little bit, trying to spot the fish in the water before it breaks the surface. your boyfriend hauls it out, a large fish but not a kind he usually keeps.

“wanna hold it?” rafe asks, looking to you.

“no.” you shake your head, hand coming to the lock button on the truck just in case he tries to get closer. “but ill take your picture with it.”

you raise your phone, snapping a picture of rafe with his fish before he undoes the hook from its mouth. he tosses it back into the river, the fish quickly retreating into deeper water.

you send the picture to rafe, knowing the grin on his face is only because of you. he doesn't even bother to check when his phone buzzes in his pocket. all notifications are silenced except for yours, even barrys texts being delivered without notification, only his emergency calls making the phone ring.

you don't even realize that you've fallen asleep leaned against the seatbelt, the warm sun on your face and calming sounds of the river flowing. you only blink your eyes open when the drivers door closes. you rub your eyes and look over to rafe, a gentle smile on his face. “sorry i woke you up.”

“it's okay.” you hum, leaning over the center console, arms circling around rafes shoulders, just wanting to cuddle up to him now that you're awake. “did you catch some more?”

“yeah, some nice bass. put a couple in the cooler if you're feeling up for fish tonight.”

“you wanna know what i want?” you tilt your head to the side, pulling back to look at rafe.

“what?” he hums out, eyes glancing between your lips and meeting your gaze.

“you.” you say before leaning in and capturing his mouth in a kiss, frowning when rafe doesn't reciprocate the way you want him to.

you pull away with an intense pout. “rafeyyy.” you whine out.

“uh, babe-” rafe chuckles, a look of mischief in his eye. you hear someone clear their throat in the back seat. your eyes widen, turning to see barry sitting there with a smirk on his face.

“oh my god!” you squeal, turning forward so the seat blocks your view of barrys goofy grin, covering your red face with your hands. “rafe cameron, why didn’t you say something earlier?” you shout, reaching over to slap him on the arm as he laughs.

“you kissed me before i could say anything!” rafe argues back, still laughing as you turn back to barry and apologize. “hes coming over for dinner.” “okay.” you whisper. you know barry is a drug dealer, and you know rafe is part of it too, but he keeps you as far away as he can from the life of crime, insisting that hes being as safe as possible, only dealing to kooks at parties.

rafe and barry chat, with occasional interjections from you, as rafe drives the truck towards your shared house. you don’t even bother going inside as you all head towards the backyard where rafe has a fish preparing station as well as a full outdoor kitchen with an expensive grill that was your birthday gift to him last year. sure, you paid for it with his credit card, but its the thought that counts.

“gonna take a leak, back in a minute.” barry heads towards the renovated pool house instead of the main home as rafe swings the heavy cooler up onto the counter. “is he staying the night?” you ask. barry always stays in the pool house when he ends up sleeping over, usually because hes too drunk to get himself home. 

“why? afraid you’re not gonna be able to be loud?” the only negative is the pool house is not too far from the glass sliding doors that lead into your bedroom with a view of the backyard and then ocean just beyond the fence you insisted get put up to keep anything from getting in your pool.

“stop it.” you whine, propping yourself up onto a clean spot on the counter. “i want you so bad.”

“well, im making you dinner right now.” rafe shrugs. “you’ll have to be patient.”

“but you promise to fuck me tonight? come on, i don’t know how long i can wait and i don’t want you getting too drunk with barry to fuck.” you complain, feet swinging.

“promise you’ll get off.” rafe says, noting that his words don’t seem to truly please you as you continue to have a scowl on your face. he knows how quickly your attitude turns when you get too needy for him.

“what you want to drink, pretty mama?” barry asks as he emerges from the pool house. 

“hard lemonade.” you bat your eyelashes at barry, moving from your spot on the counter as rafe gets out the fish to prepare it. you hate seeing him cutting into it, so you move to sit on the outdoor sofa instead.

“will never understand how you guys can drink those.” you turn your nose up at the beer barry brings for himself, handing one to rafe.

“jeez, whats gotten into you?” barry lets out a stark laugh, cracking open his beer with his keys before doing the same with your hard lemonade, handing it to you. even with the alcohol diluted, you still don't like the taste as your nose scrunches.

“shes horny.” rafe simply says, not turning away from his preparation.

“rafe, oh my god!” you shout. 

“oh.” barry just smiles at you, inching closer. “she gets bratty when shes horny?” he questions, not even talking to you despite his eyes glazing down your body.

“yeah. feel free to eat her out, man. itll get rid of her attitude while i finish grilling.” rafe says it so nonchalantly it takes both of you a second to realize he’s serious.

“really rafe?” you question. hes usually the most protective guy there is, always reacting badly when barry flirts with you.

rafe turns to look at the two of you on the couch. “why not? you’re just getting your cunt licked so you can stop being all pissy.”

“maybe because she’s your girl?” barry is just as surprised, though clearly eager from the way he keeps glancing between your thighs, now pressed tighter together.

“you’re not gonna fuck her. she’s not gonna touch your dick. you’re just eating her out.” rafe shrugs. “it’ll be doing me a favor, keeping her busy while i finish our dinner.” “well, i aint gonna argue. what you think sweetheart?” barry turns to you. you glance between him and rafe, only nodding when rafe gives you an encouraging nod. 

“perfect, now take those shorts off, let me see that pussy.” barry grins, gold tooth on display. 

you look to rafe as you stand up, surprised to see him already turned back to gutting his fish. you push your shorts and underwear down with a quick motion. he glances over his shoulder, simply smirking.

“i can’t believe he’s actually okay with this.” you mutter as you sit down, keeping your thighs pushed together as barry moves to his knees.

“just taking care of his girl for him. like how i take care of his drugs or people who fuck with him.” barrys hands come to your thighs, rubbing gently.

“you don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to-” barry can’t even finish his sentence as your legs spread open, revealing a sticky wet mess.

“i-um…” you blush. “i really am horny.” “i see that.” barry clears his throat, his eyes on your pussy. “now, lemme taste that.”

he leans in slowly, giving you a last chance to change your mind before his tongue swipes through your folds, making you shout out. you lean your head against the back of the couch as barry continues dragging his tongue around your cunt, purposely missing the areas you want him most.

“fuck, that’s good.” you moan, watching as rafe moves the prepared fish to the grill, looking over the way barry is hunched on the ground, knees digging into the pavement, his face surprisingly blank of jealousy.

“not as good as your boy though, right?” barry chuckles, hands coming to your cunt, pulling your folds apart to give him a view of your spread hole. 

“no.” you shake your head. it’s true, while barry feels good, he’s nothing compared to rafe. “sorry, bears.” you use the nickname for him reserved for moments when he lets his sweet side show. not often, but you occasionally get it.

“its alright, mamas.” barry shakes his head, eyes glossing over with lust as he sees the way your hole clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. “i know im just getting to eat you out this one time, i’m not gonna waste it.”

he leans in, done teasing as his tongue pushes into your entrance. you let out a moan, reaching down to grip onto barrys hair, undoing his ponytail so it falls into your fists. you hold his face closer as his tongue pushes in and out.

“god, you’re even tight around my tongue.” he groans, switching between kissing your entrance and fucking it with his tongue.

“and you’ll never get to experience it beyond this.” rafe smirks, knowing he’s the only one who gets to fuck you, your first and only. he flips the fish over on the grill, knowing by the look on your face that you’ll  cum by the time its done cooking.

“like having dessert before dinner.” barry slurps at your juices, tongue traveling up to your clit. 

“isnt she the sweetest?” rafe smiles at you, closing the lid of the grill as he gets the table ready, plates and silverware as well as a prepared salad.

“like candy.” barry murmurs, sucking your clit into his mouth, making your back arch as you let out a squeal.

“keep doing that!” you shout out, not caring that your neighbors may hear the way you’re screaming for him. at least the tall wooden fence blocks any view of your exposed sopping wet cunt.

“cum for him.” rafe commands. “dinner is almost ready.”

barry works his hardest, sucking your clit while his tongue simultaneously flicks over it. you try to hold on for a moment longer before your orgasm rips through your body, hips pushing up as you cum with a squeal.

barry switches to gentle licks as your clit pulses, working you through your high until you let go of his hair, pushing his head away as you pant, chest moving rapidly up and down.

“god, that was good.” barry pulls away, wiping his mouth against his sleeve as he stands, looking down at you as he squeezes his clearly hard length through his cargo shorts. 

barry grabs his beer off the table, moving over to take his seat at the outdoor table. you’re surprised how quickly he’s able to return to normal, as if he wasn’t just eating his friends girlfriend out.

“come on, princess.” rafe grabs your shorts, helping you slide them back up your legs. “fish is ready.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, then cheek, then finally against your lips.

“yeah.” you nod, standing and wobbling slightly, rafe wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you to the table until you’re in your seat.

“feeling better?” rafe questions, preparing your plate for you, seeing you still need a moment to recover.

“way better, actually.” you hum, no longer desperate for an orgasm. “thanks barry.”

“just helping my friends out.” he shrugs, lips still slightly glossy.

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“leave it open.” rafe says as your hand moves to close the large curtain that covers the sliding glass doors. your eyebrows raise as you turn to rafe. 

“barry did you a favor earlier, might as well give him a view.” he smirks, pulling his shirt off.

you glance towards the pool house, rafe of course keeping him supplied with plenty of beers, enough that he was too tipsy to go home. he’s sitting on the bed, eyes meeting yours as the blinds have been left open.

it doesn’t take much longer for rafe to have you kneeling on the bed, tits bouncing as he plunges into you from behind, hands tight on your waist, holding you up on display for barry, stroking himself, his cock just in view through the window.

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[loonylupinblack3]

This Isn't Over

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: toxic!rafe, swearing, physical alteration, hints to domestic violence

Summary: you accidently spend the night at your friends house and Rafe has something to say about it

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: more rafe 🤭🤭 this one has him being a little (😬) toxic so be warned!!

You’d fallen asleep at John B’s house. You knew that because it was barely 8am and your phone was ringing its head off, a sleuth of calls and messages lighting up your screen. You let out a groan, rolling over on the pull out mattress in John B’s living room, untangling yourself from Kiara whose limbs were spread out like an eagle on the bed, and picked up your phone.

Your eyes were bleary as you blinked at the screen, already knowing who was sending you all these messages. Like you’d expected, you saw Rafe’s name all over your phone, missed calls and countless messages lining up your home screen.

You’d made the mistake of telling Rafe of your plans to visit John B and his friends last night. You’d had a good relationship with them a couple months ago but had started to drift apart when you and Rafe started seeing each other. Wanting to remedy that, you’d all planned a bit of a party, just between friends, to catch up.

Rafe hadn’t been happy when he found out. At first he told you not to go, adamantly raving about how crazy John B and his sister were. When you informed him you would be going, because they were your friends and you’d known them way before Rafe started disliking them, he made you promise two things to him. One, that you wouldn’t drink, and two, that he’d be able to see you the next morning.

Looking around with groggy eyes and noting the many empty beer cans, you realised belatedly that you’d broken both your promises.

“Shit,” you mumbled, sitting upright and rubbing your eyes.

JJ gave a groan from the mattress a few steps away. “I will smash whoever’s phone that is if they don’t shut it up right now.”

You gave a sheepish smile even though he couldn’t see you, noticing the other’s restlessness too. “Sorry guys, my bad. Rafe’s just texting me.”

That caught their attention, JJ sitting upright immediately and the others stirring into separate states of awareness. You winced; you should have known better than to mention Rafe, because for all that your boyfriend didn’t like them, your friends disliked him more.

“What’s got him so riled up?” John B asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

You cleared your throat, trying to grab your bearings as you looked around for your shoes. “Oh, I was just supposed to meet him this morning and forgot so…”

Pope raised his eyebrows. “So he’s blowing up your phone? And why were you supposed to meet him at-” Pope checked his watch. “-8:07am?”

You hesitated. “Well, I didn’t set a time, it's just he wasn’t expecting me to sleep over so he probably came early to see me and found me missing.”

Sarah gave you a look, probably the most tired out of all of them but still in her right mind enough to tell you, “that’s like, a walking red flag.”

You laughed slightly, though it was forced. “He just cares. Speaking of, I should probably, y’know, answer his texts.”

There were mumbles and mutterings but no one spoke against you as you looked at your phone, reading the most recent texts from Rafe.

Where are you?

Why aren’t you home?

Did you stay at John B’s for the night? You better not have had anything

What the fuck Y/n. Where are you?

I’m coming to John B’s

Shit. Rafe couldn’t come here. There were so many ill feelings with him in the mix and you didn’t want anything to unfold between him and your friends. 

You texted him back hastily but he didn’t reply, telling you he was already on the way. Shit. 

“He’s coming here?!” Kiaria read, leaning over your shoulder. You were quick to hide your phone but the damage had already been done, all of your friends certainly wide awake now.

JJ let out a disbelieving shock. “Wait, wait, Rafe Cameron is coming here? Did I get that right?”

You cringed. “Um. Kind of? But I’ll meet him outside, you guys won’t have to see him at all-”

Rapid pounding on the door cut you off. You saw Sarah pale and couldn’t help but feel guilty. How fast had Rafe driven to get here?!

“John B,” Rafe called through the door. “John B open up.”

It was as if a switch had been flipped. Instead of your friend John B who teased you and begrudgingly accepted your choice in boyfriend, it was John B who hated Rafe, a dark look in his eyes as his hands curled into fists by his side. No one spoke. “I know you’re in there!” Rafe’s voice got louder; he was shouting by now. “Where’s Y/n? What’d you do, huh? You hurt her? Because I swear to God if you did-”

John B was up and striding to the front door before any of you could stop him. He was like a man possessed, his usual calm persona replaced with an indescribable anger that could only come from countless bad experiences.

He opened the door with a slam, barely avoiding hitting Rafe who didn’t look pleased with the fact. “You think I’d hurt Y/n? She’s my best friend.”

Rafe let out a low scoff, and you could tell he was pissed just by the tone of his voice. You loathed to see the anger on his face. “I wouldn’t put it past you. Where is she?”

John B seemed to still be stuck on the fact Rafe thought so low of him. “I’ve known her since we were four,” he argued. 

“You’re a Pogue,” was Rafe’s immediate response.

“She’s a Pogue!”

Rafe was silent for a moment. “Where is she?”

“No, let’s go back to the fact you think I’d be the one to hurt her-”

“Where is she?!”

You heard the sounds of a skirmish and immediately went for the door, as did the rest of your friends. You should have gone earlier but didn’t want to have to be in the middle of whatever had been going on with Rafe and John B.

When you turned the corner you saw Rafe and John B wrestling. Rafe must have tried to get in and John B forcefully stopped him, which led to John B pinned against the wall with Rafe’s arm pressing on his throat. They were both glaring at each other, wearing similar expressions of loathing on their faces. Rafe looked like an entirely different person, a hint of something wild and scary hidden in his eyes.

“Rafe, stop.”

At the sound of your voice Rafe paused, the pressure on John B’s throat lessening. He turned to look at you, his whole face softening at the sight. There was a look of relief on his face that had guilt eating at you as he took his arm away from John B’s throat, the boy coughing as fresh air entered his lungs.

“Y/n,” Rafe breathed, taking a few steps towards you.

Until your other friends took a step forward, crowding you behind them. The same hostility took over his face, the wild look you’d seen in his eyes increased, his pupils dilating slightly.

“I’m fine,” you whispered frantically to your friends. “Seriously. Let him through.”

You admired your friend's loyalty. It warmed your heart to see them caring about you that much, even when faced with this quite frankly terrifying version of Rafe you hadn’t experienced. It was misplaced though, because Rafe would never hurt you.

They reluctantly did as you said, JJ needing some hasling from Kiaria before moving away. And as soon as they did the softness was back in Rafe’s expression and he was in front of you, wrapping you in a tight hug, hands holding you as close as possible to him as he kissed the top of your head.

“You alright?” he murmured into your hair.

You nodded into his chest, his comfort sinking into your very bones. Rafe seemed to act the same, his tense posture relaxing as he held you in his arms, inhaling your scent and letting the comforting smell of you calm him down.

He pulled back suddenly, a hint of irritation on his face. “Why didn’t you answer my texts?”

You looked down guiltily, feeling like a child being reprimanded by a teacher. “I was asleep.”

“Here?”

You flinched at the stern tone of his voice. “Yeah…”

“Did you drink?” When you didn’t answer him he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Did. You. Drink?”

“That’s enough man,” JJ spoke, stepping forward again.

Rafe shot him a dirty look. “Stay out of this Maybank.”

“No I’m serious, stop manhandling her,” he insisted, gesturing to Rafe’s fingers still curled around your chin.

“Don’t tell me what to do with my own girlfriend, you pathetic little Pogue,” Rafe hissed.

You let out a gasp, pulling away from your boyfriend. “What the fuck Rafe? Don’t call him that!”

Rafe turned his murderous expression on you, and for a second it stayed murderous, causing a sense of unease to start churning in your gut. It lessened to irritation but you couldn’t get the anger of his previous expression out of your mind, the feeling that in that moment he would have done anything to get his way.

“Y/n-” he started, a hint of frustration in his voice, but JJ didn’t even let him finish.

He moved forward, placing his hand on your stomach to gently guide you behind him. You only let him because of your sudden hesitance around your boyfriend, but this seemed to only make his mood worse.

“Get your hands off my fucking girlfriend.” Rafe surged forward and you let out a gasp, barely moving in time as the two men toppled to the ground, fists being thrown and legs kicking. You were screaming at them to stop but neither man listened to you. John B finally managed to pry Rafe away, only for your boyfriend to immediately turn to him.

You ran into the middle of it before he could, and you swear to God even after recognising you for a second there you were sure he was still going to go for the hit. He managed to restrain himself, however, and said through very gritted teeth, “Y/n, get out of the way.”

You stood your ground, refusing to budge. “Stop hurting my friends.”

He scoffed, looking at you like you were a naive child. “Friends? You consider them friends, Y/n? You can’t trust them. They don’t care about you like I do. No one does. The only person you can trust is me.”

“You sound fucking psycho man,” JJ sneered, blood running from his probably broken nose. He wiped it away as he spoke, smearing it over his face.

“Mind your damn business,” Rafe snapped. He turned to you, grabbing your arm almost desperately. “Let’s just go, yeah baby? We’ll leave, and forget this shit ever happened.”

He started leading you out of the house and you let him, until you were standing in the doorway with him out of the building, which was when you stopped, taking your arm away from him. Rafe looked at you questioningly. 

“I’m gonna stay here for a while longer, Rafe.”

You watched him still, hands flex before curling into tight fists, his jaw clenched. 

“What?” that one word, so quiet you could barely hear it, filled you with overwhelming dread. You’d never heard this tone before, this quiet, deadly tone. He was always explosively angry. This felt like the calm before the storm.

“I’m going to stay here,” you forced yourself to say, grateful your voice came out even.

Rafe took a deep breath, thoughts spinning in his head, before giving a yell and kicking the empty bottles on the steps of the porch, causing the glass to smash and shatter. “Are you serious right now? Are you fucking serious Y/n?! After everything I’ve done for you? You were a dirty fucking Pogue before me that no one wanted to touch. I made you into something and you repay me by doing this?!”

He was yelling. Screaming. Eyes full of rage focused solely on you as he moved forward to grab you. Your friends were quicker, John B, JJ, Pope all standing in front of you. Kiara and Sarah both grabbed each of your hands, giving you the support you so desperately needed.

“Time to go, Rafe,” John B said, voice low. “You can’t take on all of us.”

Rafe knew he was right. You could see him, the fight in him not so much deflating as it was changing, realising he wasn’t going to win by brute force alone. He looked at you behind your friends, a frightening anger in his eyes. What was worse was you could see through it, to the sickening desperation underneath, the knowledge that he needed you ringing in your head.

You dropped your gaze, guilt and fear warring inside you. Rafe let out a low scoff, hurt and disbelief coating it. You heard footsteps and risked looking up, finding Rafe leaving the porch. At the edge he turned back though, eyes finding you immediately, and spoke in a low, almost threatening tone before leaving without another glance:

“This isn’t over.”

[kwilquib]

Naori

Rei (🐥) X Male reader (📖)

word count: 3.2k

T.W.: This story contains themes of terminal illness, talks about death, and emotional distress.

A/N: Played around with the formatting, formatted for mobile reading.

"I'm home," you call out into the dark room, eerily quiet, starved of light. The dark was unusual, unexpected—unnatural.

Few steps forward, each footfall weighed unease. You found yourself in the living room

"Darling?" Again your voice is swallowed by the empty living room.

Then—suddenly—light floods the space, blinding you. Before your eyes adjust, sharp pop cracks through the silence.

"Surprise!!"

A familiar voice rings out. You turn, heart pounding, only to see her peeking out from behind the kitchen counter—apron still on, gloves half-removed, hair loosely tied back. Her laughter, that unmistakable laugh, spills into the air, filling the once-eerie silence with warmth.

"For what?" The tension in your chest eases, you smile, bewildered, as you continue toward the couch.

She pulls off her gloves, untying the apron with practiced ease before rounding the counter to meet you. "For the birthday, of course."

"Birthday? That's tomorrow?" Bewildered but exhausted, you drop onto the couch.

Rei follows, sinking beside you before resting her head on your lap. "Yeah, I wanted to surprise you."

You blink down at her, still trying to piece together her logic. "Yeah, you did... but it's your birthday."

She grins smugly, eyes oozing with pride—like she'd ‘got’ you.

“So, what did you cook?” You play along.

“Surprise me.”

She hands you her phone, screen already open to a delivery app, order page waiting.

You glance back at her, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

She shrugs. "I used up all my energy deciding what to cook."

You exhale a small laugh, shaking your head. dialing your orders, "We've been married for how many years?"—a rhetorical question—"and I still haven’t figured out how your mind works."

"You’re just not reading hard enough."

Before you can protest, she reaches up, fingers threading through your hair, and pulls you down.

Her lips meet yours—soft, familiar, and laced with quiet laughter.

Excitedly, you blindly reach for the paper bag beside you, pulling out a stuffed toy, small, but enough to cover her face. “It’s a bit early, but…” You present it to her, holding it up beside her face. "Here. Doesn't it look like you?"

A yellow duck, its tiny fabric twintails mirroring hers.

She squints at it, then at you. The resemblance is uncanny—even she can’t deny it. Instead, she pouts.

You chuckle, gently patting her hair. She naturally leans into your palm, settling there like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"So, what do you want to do for tomorrow?"

She blinks, off guarded by the question.

"I requested a day off, of course. Simple picnic by the river?"

She scrunches her nose. "No… too many people exist these days.”

“Then… fancy dinner, just you and me?”

She snorts, eyes half-lidded with amusement. "You can only say that if you actually have money to spend."

"Ouch." You clutch your chest in mock offense. "Dinner at home it is then, let's—no, I'll cook for you this time."

She smirks. "Is that a mating display? Because it's working."

“Is that so?” You lean down, internding a gentle peck, but she surges forward, her lip’s hunger devouring any softness you’d planned. The kiss deepens, urgent and consuming, until you both pull apart, breathless and flushed.

She smiles—a triumphant, knowing curve of her lips. This time she really got you. “You think I was joking?”

Rising from your lap, she holds your gaze, her eyes sly, alluring. With fluid grace, she settled back into you, stradling your thighs. Her arms are already working your belt. 

“You’re tired. Relax” She kisses you again, just as drawing as before— a pull you can’t resist. When she finally breaks away, her breath touches your face as she whispers, “My gift to you. I need to remind you why you need to pay the bills.”

Her hands are already done with your pants, pulling down your briefs, releasing your cock. Now her hands stroke your length. 

“Rei…” your body surrenders.

Fully erect in her grasp. Rei shifts, lifting her hips, her fingers setting aside panties beneath her skirt. She guides your tip pressing in into her slick folds, teasing just at her entrance—coating you with her arousal, warm and wet.

“Fuck… Rei…”

Satisfied with her teasing, she lowers herself, hips sinking down to yours. Her walls clench around you, tight and welcoming, enveloping your cock in heat. She pauses, letting the moment to settle, her breath hitch faintly. Then, with a slow roll of her hips, she begins to grind, drawing you deeper. 

Small whimpers from her lips are enough to fill the room. Her hands cradle your face, drawing you closer to her lips, muting her moan as you kiss. ”Give it to me darling.” her voice full of need. Her forehead pressed against yours, her breaths hot and ragged. “Fill me up….”

Her pace quickens, hips grinding with desperate need, her walls tightening around you. “Rei…” The pressure builds fast, the nearing you limit faster than you expect. She nods, breathless—”Do it.” One final thrust shatters you both: she cries out, trembling as she clenches around you, and you release inside her, a sharp, dizzying rush.

Panting, she slumps against you, her body pressed close, the air heavy with your mingled breaths. Then, a soft laugh rumbles in her chest. She lifts her head, meeting your puzzled look with a mischievous smile. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect us both to be in such a rush.”

Her point draws a grin from you, and you lean in toward her lips.

“You missed,” she teases, tilting her head just out of reach. “Try again.”

Rei. Your wife. The love of your life.

As eccentric as she was, she was the sunshine in your every day.

Life wasn’t perfect. But with her, every day was.

Almost a year has passed since then.

You swore to do your best, to stay with her for the rest of her life, to stay with her until the end, to stay with her until her final year. 

Timed by her Ill fate.

—-

You walk—dragging your steps from work to the hospital, pausing just before the door. You take a deep breath, forcing a half-smile onto your face. A routine you've practiced in a year’s time.

You slide the door open.

Rei sits on the bed, pillows stacked behind her back—an effort to ease the pain with comfort. Her gaze is distant, locked onto something far beyond the window. Her frame looks even smaller against the sterile white sheets, the IV lines hanging high trailing down to her arm like threads tethering her to this world. A headset covers her ears, a barrier between her and reality.

The hospital room now is the usual yet unexpected—unnatural.

"Rei…" you call, waving just at the edge of her vision.

"Shit!" A muttered curse, barely audible but meant to be heard. She doesn’t turn to you. Instead, she pulls out her phone, avoiding your face. "Didn’t I tell you to knock?!"

"Ah, sorry! I—" You hold onto your smile. "Have you eaten yet?"

She clicks her tongue, impatient, clearly letting you know she’s annoyed. With a sigh, she pulls her headphones down to her neck.

"The laundry is over there. Take it and leave." She gestures toward the foot of the bed.

You step forward to grab the basket—only for a cloth to be thrown over your head.

It doesn’t hurt. It shouldn’t. Yet—.

You peel the fabric off and toss it into the basket, looking up to meet her glare. Her eyes are sharp, dark, as if warning that she would throw harder if not for her condition.

She quickly turns away after meeting your eyes.

The best you can offer is a smile.

What you feel is insignificant compared to what she’s going through.

"Then I’ll get going so you can rest," your smile widening—perhaps to cover the pain swelling in your eyes. "Keep fighting, okay?  Your schedule for your next treatment is soon."

She turns away, curling into her blankets.

"You don’t have to tell me," she mutters. "That’s all I can do. Fight… only to die later."

The words sting, finally cracking your false smile. But worse than the words themselves is the fact that you have no comfort to offer her. Nothing that would make a difference.

All you can do is walk away.

"Wait." Her voice stops you just as you reach the door. Still turned away, she adds, "Leave my allowance in the drawer."

You check your wallet, counting the bills. In the end, you leave most of the money, only keeping just enough for yourself.

Just before leaving, you hesitate.

"Hey, Rei—" But before you can finish, she’s already on the phone.

"Can you believe my husband?!" she complains, voice laced with frustration. "He’s the worst. Can’t he be a bit more considerate? Everytime, I have to explain to him… ugh, all men are the same."

You stand there for a second longer.

Then, quietly "Ah… sorry. I’m going home."

And you close the door behind you.

—-

“I’m ho—” The words die in your throat.

The dim home greets you in silence. The same home that once brimmed with warmth, with laughter, with the light of the person who made it all feel alive. 

Now, it stands hollow, as usual, as expected, yet it feels unnatural.

You drop onto the couch—the same couch where the two of you used to laze around on slow weekends, tangled in blankets and each other.

~~~~

“If I stare hard enough, you think the meaning of life will show up?”

Rei’s voice, soft and amused, drifts through your memory. She lies by the couch, absently staring at the ceiling, her expression caught between curiosity and boredom.

“What are you up to now?” you ask, approaching with two cups of coffee.

She straightened up with your voice, reaching for the mug with both hands. You sit beside her, your eyes drifting toward the morning view beyond the window.

She takes a careful sip, then pauses. “…Why are you staring?” A suspicious look crosses her face. “If this kills me, you’re paying for my funeral.”

She drinks anyway, watching you over the rim of her mug.

“Not bad.”

“That’s it? I paid extra for this,” you huff, taking a sip from her cup just to confirm. “My co-workers swore this was “‘the’” coffee.”

“Why are you pretending like there’s a difference?”

~~~~

And she's right, there wasn’t. As now, you sit in the same spot, sipping the same coffee, in the same silence, the only thing illuminating the room is the dim glow of a single lamp.

You don’t need a bright room. It’s just an extra expense.

You don’t need the internet, or cable, or dinner.

You finish your coffee muted in its taste, convincing yourself it’s enough.

You don’t need a meal.

You don’t need—

You close your eyes, gripping the empty mug in your hands.

…You don’t need to think about it.

You shift your focus to your phone, scrolling through your expenses. Your balance barely hovers above zero. A quiet sigh of relief escapes you—at least for now, you’ve made it through. Your abstinence hasn’t been for nothing.

Your eyes scan the list, searching for anything you can shave off.

Hospital bills? Out of the question.

Bus fare? Maybe you could walk some distance.

Groceries? You’ve been stretching meals thinner each week—maybe instant noodles again.

Allowance?

A significant amount. Rei would always ask for it during every visit. You gave it without question, but even now, you don’t understand—why would a patient need that much money anyway?

No. You quickly shake off the thought. Now isn't the time for that. You’re just exhausted. The constant headaches aren’t helping, making your mind wander into places it shouldn't go.

You close your eyes again, hoping sleep will clear your thoughts as easily as it dims your vision.

Sleep—it’s your only escape.

Clear from problems.

Clear from worries.

Clear from responsibilities.

Clear from exhaustion.

Clear from her—

R e i ,  W h e n  w i l l   y o u   d i e ?

The thought jolts you awake, scared.

Not because it was a nightmare to be afraid of.

But because you’re terrified it might have been a dream.

A fantasy that someday you fear you might say out loud.

—-

A buzz from the edge of your desk pulls you from work. Even from afar you recognize the sender instantly.

You press on your temples attempting to press back your splitting head. Skipping lunch to save money—bad idea. You regret it, but regrets won’t help. The afternoon is only halfway through, and you still have hours to go before you can rest.

 With a sigh as you tilt your head back, resting your eyes for a second. 

Rei.

~~~~

“I thought of you”

~~~~

You relive the time from before this ailing plight, when a single message from her was enough to push you through work. 

You open your phone, yearning for that illusion.

“Just bring me a cake later, I don't want to hear any of your superficial cheering.”

Your heart sinks deep with her demand, more disappointed to yourself, expecting something more. Regardless you move forward, you had no choice, even if you had you couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't.

—-

You find yourself walking the same hospital corridor again.

As you near the nurses' station, their voices drift into earshot.

“…Have you seen Mrs. Naoi’s husband?”

 “He never fails to visit her. Tragic, she’s so young yet, constant treatment…”

 “She just did one, out of all days it has to be at her birthday—”

They stop when they notice you.

You offer a small, awkward smile. “For my wife… Is her treatment done? I’m a bit early today.”

One of the nurses brightens. “She just got transferred back to her room. I can let her know you’re here—”

“No,” you cut in gently. “Let her rest. I’ll wait outside.”

Your steps halt just before her door, mistakenly left slightly open.

Tying to close the door, your eyes naturally peered inside.

Rei lies on her side, facing the wall. Her breathing, slow, serene. Asleep, you assume. Sapped by the therapy, lost in some dream removed from her decaying sitch.

You start to pull the door shut, slowly so as to not make a sound.

“It hurts.”

Your hands freeze on the handle.

A voice, you easily could’ve missed if it was not from inside, if it was not from pain, if it was not from hers.

You should close the door. Let her rest. Pretend you didn’t hear.

But before you can step away, a quiet laugh follows. Careful. Restrained. Afraid.

“Ah… that's annoying, even laughing now feels painful”

You know she would want you to ignore it, to walk away like you heard nothing. But your body refuses to listen. Instead, you step inside.

“You know what's more annoying? My husband.”

Rei shifts slightly, sitting up, still unaware of your presence. Her gaze is fixed downward, her fingers curled around the small stuffed toy you gave her on her birthday.

“He looks so pathetic, it's so annoying.”

She exhales shakily, as if saying the words aloud solidifies the reality she's been trying to swallow.

“It makes me mad, I can't help but throw a tantrum because I know the reason why that is… Me. His ailing wife.”

Her thumb idly traces the plush toy’s fabric.

"I know I’ve been mean. Selfish. Asking for everything, even though I'll leave." She speaks to the toy, her voice trembling. "I’m a bad wife, aren’t I? Making him suffer with me."

You see her forced smile wavers, then fades completely.

"When I learned about my illness, I first thought of the future… Not mine… His." 

She tightens her grip on the toy. "And I decided. I’m going to be the absolute worst. So that when it’s over, he’ll think—" a breath, a pause, then—

"'Ah, I’m glad it’s finally over.'"

A grim joke, yet she laughs. Tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking into the plush fabric.

"I want him to enjoy the rest of his life. Not be a widower."

Her voice is barely above a whisper, cracking under the weight of her confession. "Pathetic, isn’t it? Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t look him in the eyes… otherwise, I’d break."

She buries her face into the toy, once again Rei obstructs her face from your sight, as she had always done all this time.

"But… It's working. Little by little, I can feel it—he’s losing his feelings for me."

She clutches the plush tighter, sobs muffled against the fabric.

"So please." Her voice is strained, desperate. "Please… keep this a secret between us."

Before she can say another word, you rush forward, as you try to snatch the toy away.

"Rei!!"

Your voice comes out sharp, raw with emotion. Are you angry? Hurt? Betrayed? You don’t know. You don’t care.

All you know is that your wife—the love of your life—is breaking right in front of you.

And you refuse to let her do it alone. Not after what you've heard. Not anymore.

She flinches as you step forward, quickly turning away.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Knock before you come in!”

She still won’t look at you. Even now, when you finally understand why.

“What you just said—”

"I don’t need the cake anymore." Her arms tighten around the stuffed animal. "Just leave. You’re disturbing my rest."

If she’s going to keep playing pretend, then so will you.

“If you're just going to stand there, then just leave already”

You ignore her. Instead, you step forward and wrap your arms around her from behind, holding her close.

"Listen carefully." Your voice is steady, even as everything inside you trembles. "This is what you wanted to hear, right?” 

“‘I hate you.’” 

“‘Why are you still here?’” 

“‘Just die already.’" 

You press your forehead against her shoulder, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"I’m begging you.’”

She shatters.

So do you.

Tears fall. Her grip tightens. Crying echoes through the small hospital room. Emotion flows in choked sobs, in words neither of you fully mean but can’t stop from spilling.

"I wanna die right now…"

"Okay."

"You’re the worst."

"I see."

"Let go of me. Just leave already."

"Sure."

Neither of you move.

At that moment, it feels as if the time has turned to what was a year ago.

Maybe because that was the day when your wife—Rei’s greatest shenanigans—came to an end.

—-

You step into the house, slipping off your shoes at the entrance.

"I'm home," you call out, your voice carrying into the quiet. The afternoon light filters through the windows, painting the walls in warm, golden hues—soft, familiar, inviting.

The scene of your home, usual, expected, natural.

You can't help but take a deep breath out of relief.

Your feet move on instinct, following a path you’ve walked countless times before. But this time, you stop just short.

A small shrine sits before you.

The plush duck sits at the center, its small form nearly lost beneath the weight of her headphones. You remember how you pout whenever you tell her it looked like her. Now, it leans against something held close in its embrace, something smooth, something quiet.

You pat the duck’s head, just as you once did with her. But it doesn’t fit your hand the same way. It doesn’t lean into your touch, doesn’t ask for more. It only sits there—steady, unmoving, permanent.

You exhale slowly, a smile tugging at your lips—gentle, aching.

"I'm home, Rei."

A/n: Part of suchsweetstories' prompt event! This one's for Valentine Drifter. (This is the smut version.)

[deansbeer]

★ soup, snuggles, and mr. wiggles // beau arlen.

synopsis. you're sick during a visit to montana, but your dad, comes to the rescue with chicken star soup, snacks, and your old childhood stuffed bear, reminding you that you're never too old to be cared for.

warning(s). fluffy fluff fluff | older daughter!reader | caregiving dad beau | mild illness (stomach bug) | nausea | fatigue | father-daughter bonding | nostalgia | childhood memories (beloved stuffed bear & favorite soup).

kari yaps. i love my pretty cowboy sheriff sososo much && literally don't have anything written for him + this idea was perfect for beau, because one im an older sister / daughter myself & two my brain was wired up @ 2am ???? n i took that opportunity to write. but i only got halfway & BARELY got to finishing it 2day.

you knew it was a bad idea the second you bit into the chicken sandwich. something about it tasted... off, but you hadn't eaten at all during your flight from houston to montana, and your stomach didn't give you much of a choice. by the time you arrived at the airbnb you rented, you were already feeling the first signs of regret—your stomach twisting uncomfortably, your body heavy with fatigue. you chalked it up to exhaustion from the drive, but when you woke up the next morning, nausea hit you like a freight train.

you'd planned today for weeks—just you and your dad, a father-daughter day he'd been talking about nonstop since you told him you were visiting. he'd even promised emily she'd get her turn after you left because, as he put it, "this one's special. just me and my girl." and now, lying on the couch of your airbnb, wrapped in a blanket, you felt guilt gnawing at you because there was no way you could keep those plans. your stomach rolled again, and you groaned, reaching for your phone to call him.

"hey, sweetheart," he answered on the first ring, his voice bright with excitement. "you ready for me to pick you up? i've got the whole day mapped out—breakfast, a little fishing, and maybe we can stop by that trail you liked last time."

you winced, both at the enthusiasm in his voice and the wave of nausea that hit you. "uh, about that…"

he instantly picked up on your tone. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you said quickly, even though your voice was weak. "i just… i don't think i can make it today. i'm not feeling great."

"not feeling great how?" his voice lost its lightness, replaced by concern.

"it's nothing, dad. probably just something i ate. i just need to rest, that's all."

there was a pause, and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. "where are you staying again? that little airbnb by the creek?"

"dad, no, you don't have to—"

"i'll be there in twenty," he said firmly, already moving. "and don't even think about arguing with me."

you sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to stop him. "fine. okay, dad."

"what kind of dad would i be if i didn’t take care of my girl when she's sick?" he said, his voice softening. "sit tight, sweetheart. i'll be there soon."

true to his word, twenty minutes later, you heard the familiar rumble of his car pulling into the driveway. you managed to shuffle to the door, opening it just as he walked up, two large grocery bags in his hands and a determined look on his face.

"you look terrible," he said bluntly, though the warmth in his eyes softened the blow. "not that you're not still the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

"thanks, dad," you muttered, stepping aside to let him in. "just what every girl wants to hear."

he set the bags on the counter and turned to you, his hands on his hips. "all right, let's see what we've got here. crackers, ginger ale, that soup you used to love when you were little—chicken and stars, remember that?—and some popsicles, because you'd always ask for those when you were sick. oh, and a heating pad, in case you've got chills."

you felt a lump rise in your throat as you watched him unpack everything, his movements quick and efficient. he was always like this when you were a kid—hands-on, attentive, making sure you had everything you needed even when life got chaotic. and now, standing in your little airbnb kitchen, he looked just the same, though his beard was a little grayer and the lines around his eyes a little deeper.

"dad, you didn't have to do all this," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

he glanced at you, his expression softening. "yeah, i did. you're my kid, darlin'. it doesn't matter if you're five or twenty-five, i'm always gonna take care of you."

you blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall. "i suppose you're right."

he gave you a small smile before turning back to the bags. "and because i know you're gonna get crabby—don't deny it, you've always been a little bear when you're under the weather—I brought backup.” he pulled out a small stuffed bear, its brown fur worn and familiar. "found this guy in one of the storage boxes last week and figured you might need him."

you let out a surprised laugh, reaching for the bear. "oh my god, is this… is this mr. wiggles?"

"the one and only," he said, grinning. "thought he'd been retired, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

you hugged the bear to your chest, shaking your head. "you're ridiculous."

"and you love me for it," he said, nudging your shoulder gently. "now, go lie down. i'll heat up the soup and put on a movie."

you didn't argue, too tired and too grateful to protest. you curled up on the couch again, the blanket pulled snug around you and mr. wiggles tucked under your arm. a few minutes later, your dad appeared with a tray—soup, crackers, and a glass of ginger ale—and set it on the coffee table in front of you.

"all right, what's it gonna be?" he asked, grabbing the remote. "something funny? or one of those sappy movies you always make me watch?"

you smiled faintly. "sappy. but you're not allowed to complain."

"wouldn't dream of it," he said, settling into the recliner next to you. "though if i start crying, you're not allowed to tell anyone."

"deal," you said, your smile widening.

as the movie played, you found yourself relaxing for the first time all day. your dad stayed by your side, occasionally cracking jokes or making comments about the characters, his presence a constant comfort. and even though you felt awful, you couldn't help but feel a little better knowing he was there.

"thanks for coming, dad," you said softly as the credits rolled.

he reached over, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "always, sweetheart. you're stuck with your old man, whether you like it or not."

and in that moment, with the warmth of the blanket, the faint taste of ginger ale on your tongue, and your dad sitting nearby, you realized there was no place you’d rather be.

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[an8elkiss]

ONLY WHEN YOU’RE HERE [J.S]

in which you’re jake’s soft place to land whenever he touches down in LA. no commitment, no labels—just hotel rooms and short lived visits. the thrill of secrecy but the longing for something more than just quiet hookups constantly leaves you craving more than just his body.

mini series. | jake sim. | one. | next.

warnings: smut with plot, oral (f), toxic themes, slight praise kink, angsty

you’d been doing good. or something like that.

it’d been months since the last time jake reached out, and you’d started training yourself not to care anymore. you didn’t check his updates, stalk his airport tags or endlessly scroll through his fans mentions. you were trying to move like his absence didn’t bother you—like you weren’t stuck in some ridiculous grey area with a man that didn’t care for you until it was convenient for him.

you weren’t his girlfriend. you weren’t even someone he acknowledged outside of hotel rooms, half assed texts and hidden dates, but somehow you were always the first one he’d call when his plane landed.

you never told anyone about him, not because you didn’t want to—because you couldn’t. it wasn’t about his career, or his social status. it was the way he made you feel behind closed doors. like you were so special but so secret. you knew the rules you both had made up for the temporariness of your relationship. thus, making it easy to walk away from, yet you still felt the raw emotion when he’d actually leave.

jake never said he loved you—but he made you feel like he could, like he did. you never moved passed the stage of secret dates and tender kisses yet you always search deeper into his actions for a sacred emotion behind it all, but it never surfaced.

that night, it was the weverse notification first.

“landed safe in la❤️”

public facing for the fans. you hated how you always read between the lines on anything he’d post hoping for a hidden message or something to hold you over. before you could let yourself check his page, your phone buzzed.

[11:23pm] jake: here.

you stared at your screen unmoving, face not caring to hide the annoyance you were wearing.

[11:24pm] jake: you home?

[11:24pm] jake: wanna see you.

you turn your phone facedown on your night stand, locking it. absolutely fucking not.

ten minutes had passed, and another buzz rings through your phone.

[11:34pm] jake: open your door

your eyes bulge out of your head as you read the text lighting up your screen. your stomach dropped.

instead of responding to his ill mannered request, you move out of bed to check the peephole at your front door just to call his bluff.

though you were wrong because there he was, black hoodie sitting on top of his head, phone in hand and leaning against the wall of your door like this wasn’t fucking insane.

you didn’t move.

another text.

[11:36pm] jake: i know you’re up🤦🏻‍♂️

you debated your two choices hard. part of you had grown tired of what you and jake had going on. you wanted to believe you were above all of this, that you’d grown out of it in the past months he’d be gone. another part of you missed him, and it ate you alive every second he’d been away.

[11:37pm] jake: i missed you.

[11:38pm] jake: please?

you hated how your stomach immediately betrayed you. you hated how he’d shown up like he was entitled to your time just because he finally decided to come see you.

you opened your door halfway, crossing your arms across your chest. “this is crazy.”

his eyes moved almost forcefully to reach your tired gaze and you don’t miss the guilt that makes its way across his face. the same guilt he wore everytime he did this.

“can i come in?”

“no.”

he blinked. that was new.

you leaned against your doorframe, mirroring his posture. “you leave and ghost me for months, no calls, no texts, nothing. and you’re expecting me to drop to my knees and kiss your feet?”

jake moved his frame off of your wall, running both hands over his face in a stressed motion. “i know i messed up.”

“do you?”

his jaw flexed. he moved closer to your door, leaning down just enough to let you hear him clearer. “let me in.”

you still didn’t budge. you wanted him to feel the weight of his actions. and though you didn’t show it, your heart was sprinting.

jake exhaled slow, like he knew what you were doing. like he could feel the shift in the air.

“i’ll make it up to you.”

“you always say that jake.”

he breathed out slowly darting his tongue out to wet his lower lip. “then let me show you.”

you stare at him through the crack of your door for a few more seconds. silence overtook the both of you as you tested him.

then, you hesitantly move to the side giving him the space and opportunity to come into your home.

he walks in without another word exchanged, and just when you think he’s about to walk past you he instead walks right in front of you causing you to take steps back until you hit the flat edge of your dining table.

he was right in front of you, eyes low, and he moves his hands hesitantly to rest on your waist gently playing with the hem of your sleep shirt. one that just might be his.

“i missed you.” he murmurs quietly.

you scoffed before physically rolling your eyes. “you don’t get to say that.”

jake didn’t argue, he instead slowly starts to lean his head down low enough for you to feel his breath ghost against your lips before your breath catches in your throat.

“jake—”

instead of kissing you, he slowly drops to his knees. right there, on the floor in front of you. no hesitation.

“i won’t talk anymore” he says eyes looking directly up at you silently pleading.

“just let me show you please.” he asked ever so quietly.

you didn’t respond. not wanting to admit that you wanted this just as much as he did, but he didn’t wait.

jake moves his hands up to gently rub the soft skin under your shirt before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your loose shorts, tugging them down slow as his mouth already parts against your skin before they even hit the floor.

the first swipe of his tongue had your head falling back, one hand gripping the table, the other one sinking into his hair like you needed something to hold onto.

“fuck,” you gasped.

he flattened his tongue, licking up the length of the your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit sucking slowly. you rocked your hips forward instinctively, breath catching in your throat as his tongue flicked again, then again.

he didn’t ease into you like he always did.

the slow, wet drag of his tongue was practiced—a pattern he’d memorized from the very first time he had you spread open under him, and somehow everytime he touched you it felt better. deeper. like he was trying to apologize with his mouth for every missed call, every ignored text, every month of radio silence.

your thighs trembled around his head, and he pressed his hands harder into the backs of them, spreading you wider for him holding you exactly where he wanted you. the table was hard beneath you, the edge digging into your lower back, but it didn’t matter—not with the way his tongue was working you open, lapping through your folds like he couldn’t get enough, like it had been killing him to go all these months without tasting you.

“god, jake,” you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. “fuck—don’t stop”

he didn’t. if anything, he got rougher—sloppier—alternating between flattening his tongue against your clit and then switching to fast, teasing flicks that made your entire body jolt. he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth again, gently at first, then harder when he felt the way your hips jumped forward in response.

he moaned into you, deep and low, the vibration making your stomach clench.

jake fucked you with his mouth like he needed to make a point. like he needed to know you were still his, even if he’d been gone. even if he’d gone quiet.

his eyes were locked on yours from below you when he dipped his tongue lower again, circling your entrance before fucking into you with it, slow and hot and messy. his hands gripping your thighs harder, holding you in place as you writhed against the table, gasping out broken, breathless sounds that only made him groan deeper.

“you’re so wet,” he muttered, voice rough, lips brushing your cunt as he spoke. “missed this, didn’t you?”

you whimpered, legs starting to shake from the intensity.

then, without warning, two fingers slid inside you—long and thick, curling just right as his mouth returned to your clit. you let out a desperate moan, your head falling backwards as your hips ground on his face, instinctive and needy. you could barely keep yourself upright, your palm digging deep into the flatness of the dining table as your other hand tightened around his hair.

jake fucked you slow with his fingers, curling them inside you as his mouth stayed latched onto your clit sucking into oblivion and it was too much. he knew exactly how to angle them, how to stretch you out, how to time every flick of his tongue with a deep thrust of his fingers like he was orchestrating your body.

your thighs shook, trying to close around his head, but he just pushed them open wider with a low grunt—like he needed more of you.

“stay still,” he muttered against you, voice muffled and wrecked.

he dragged his fingers out slow, only to slip them back deeper, curling up right hitting that spot that made you cry out, legs trembling head thrown back as your hips helplessly rocked against his face.

your nails scratched across his scalp and he groaned at the feeling—the vibration sending another roll of heat up your spine.

his tongue moved faster now, sloppier—spit and slick dripping down your thighs as your stomach clenched and your breaths turned ragged. your body was unraveling on top of him. your moans coming out in broken breaths, chest rising and falling in desperate rhythm, and he didn’t let up, even when you gasped his name.

“jake—fuck, jake—”

“i know,” he said, voice nothing slight of cocky.

and then he spit on your folds—the warmth immediately sending a shock wave through your body, rubbing it in with the flat of his tongue like he was starving. you gasped, your hand that was previously on the table flying to his hair, your weight now completely on top of his face. his fingers spread you wider, exposing every sensitive inch to his mouth. he sucked your clit into his mouth and groaned, loud and possessive, like he’d be dreaming of this since the last time he had you.

his tongue moved in slow, obscene circles, flicking and flattening while his fingers slid back inside you, fucking you open with steady precision. you could feel it in your gut—that sharp and helpless need, the heat curling deep inside your belly until your body began to tremble.

jake angled his fingers just right, grazing that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and when his lips sealed tight around your clit again, sucking with purpose, it was over. your whole body seized, a broken moan slipping from your throat as you came hard—thighs clamping around his head, lower back arching into your dining table.

“fuck—, oh my god—”

your voice cracked mid-sentence, too wrecked to hold it in. your orgasm rolled through you like a tidal wave, violent and hot, dragging sobs out of your chest as your body pulsed around his fingers. he kept going, licking and fucking you through every twitch, like he didn’t wanna miss any second of you unraveling.

when he finally pulled away, your legs were shaking, the muscles in your thighs completely shot. his face was a mess—lips swollen, chin glistening, eyes dark and hungry as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them completely clean.

“still sweet,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice a low hum that buzzed straight through your chest. he leaned in and kissed your inner thigh, the another, slower kiss right over the sensitive crease over of your hip—and only then did he finally rise to his feet.

you felt boneless, spent, like you might slide to the floor if he didn’t catch you—but of course, he did. he didn’t even hesitate. he slipped his arms under your legs lifting you like it was nothing. your legs wrapped around his waist, he starts to walk the both of you toward your bedroom. he gently lays you down on your clean sheets—feeling the cool press of a warm, damp cloth a second later. slow, careful strokes between your legs as he wiped you down in silence.

it made your throat burn. like the tenderness of it was worse than everything that came before.

you didn’t speak. neither did he.

when he was done, he kissed your knee, then the inside of your thigh again and picked you up again without a word—carried you straight to the sink setting you on the counter and standing between your legs like he belonged there.

his hands found your hips again, thumbs brushing slow, calming circles into your skin. you looked down and saw the mess on his face—his mouth still shiny, his cheeks flushed—and your chest tightened.

it always ended like this. quiet. too quiet.

because once the rush faded, all that was left was ache. the part where you pretend it didn’t mean anything.

sure, he was here right now, standing in front you caressing you like you were his, but for how long?

you leaned back a little, the cold edge of the counter grounding you, legs still shaky around his hips. jake’s hands were still on you —thumbs brushing gently into your skin like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. his eyes searched yours contrast to earlier, soft and unreadable.

you haven’t looked at him like this in months.

“you didn’t say anything,” you say softly, barely more than a breath. “not even a text.”

jakes expression shifted, jaw flexing, but he didn’t look away. his thumb moved up to press against your hipbone.

“i was gonna,” he said eventually. “i wanted to.”

you laughed under your breath, humorless. “but you didn’t.”

his hand cupped your jaw then, warm and steady as he tilted your face up to meet his eyes.

“i know,” he said. “and i get it. i fucked up.”

you tried not to react when he touched you like that—gently, like you were something delicate, not something he left behind. but your eyes burned anyway, your chest hollowing with every breath you took.

“i missed you,” you whispered, the words crawling out before you could stop them. “i tried not to.”

jakes face softened —just a flicker before he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours.

“i missed you too.” he murmured. “everyday baby”

and maybe that should’ve made you feel better. but it didn’t. because missing you didn’t stop him from getting on the next flight back to korea right after you gave him access to your body. missing you didn’t make him stay.

his thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching the tear that slipped out before you could blink it away.

“don’t do that,” he said quietly.

the silence that stretched between the two of you wasn’t quiet. it was buzzed and heavy. you were half expecting him to push back, to remind you that this was never supposed to be serious, that the were boundaries the both of you had set.

but he didn’t.

instead, jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then just below your jaw.

you blinked back another tear, and this time you didn’t flinch when he wiped it away.

then, without anymore words exchanged, his arms slip around your waist, lifting you up like you weighed nothing and you didn’t protest. you just curled into him, face burying into his shoulder as he carried you down the hall back into your bedroom.

there was no apology, no promises.

just jake laying you down nestling into you comfortably like he didn’t wanna leave again. and just for tonight, that was enough for you.

TL♡: @kukkurookkoo @enjakey @wonsohl @invsomnixa1 @jae-n0 @jakesimfromstatefarm @tinyteezer @lovel1lz @luciathcv @heesang07 @heeluvvs @hanienie

[s0urw00lf]

Family meeting

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Summary: you are a former fbi agent turned hunter, so imagine when three years later you get a call inviting you back to the bureau for a small get together

warnings: dean is kind of an asshole.

A/N: uhh i had this idea and had to write it down. Also imagine the timeline between supernatural and criminal minds aren’t happening during the same time. So maybe like s3 criminal minds and s2 spn. This is probably the most I’ve written all from my own head, but i had this idea and i just HAD to write it down before i forgot.

You’d met Sam and dean a little over three years ago when they saved you from a Wendigo while working a case with your fbi family. When they told you about the things that happen behind the curtains you immediately believed them, with all the grime and gore you saw coming from a species of your kind you didn’t need very much proof to believe those folklore stories you read as a child were true. And right there and then, you’d decided to quit the fbi and join the brothers, the fbi field could replace you in a heartbeat, but hunters needed as much help as they could get.

“Whacha lookin at?” Sam questioned as he placed his chin on your shoulder. you glanced at him “just this picture of the team, they look so happy” you smiled tilting the phone towards him. He assessed the picture with a slight smile, even though he’d never met them it made him happy knowing that if you wanted or needed you’d have a life to go back to starting with them. “Do you miss it?” He asked, you could feel the vibrations from his chest on your back and it bought you a certain warmth. “Of course i do, they were the first people to accept me into their weird little family, but I wouldn’t change what i do now for the world. After all i get to be with you” you said, kissing his cheek. Sam smiled one of those heart eyed smiles at you and made your heart flutter.

He engulfed you with his tall frame turning your body so the two of you were chest to chest then pulling you to sit on his lap, he rubbed circles on your lower back with his thumb and placed his head back on your shoulder. You placed your hand in his soft shaggy hair and began to scratch his scalp. This was a normal thing for you and Sam to do, just sit in silence and bask in each others presence. Your silence was interrupted when your phone began to ring, Sam picked his head up in confusion, you didn’t usually get calls for cases as you were lesser known in the hunter world. When you looked at the caller I.D. And it read ‘Aaron Hotchner’ confusion struck you, you kept in touch here ant there with the team but rarely ever got a call from your former unit chief.

You clicked the ‘accept’ button and waited for hotch’s voice to ring through the phone. “Y/n?” He said. “Hotch, I didn’t expect a call from you, is everything okay?” You asked, suspicion rising. “Yes, everything’s fine i- i just have a small request” he stuttered, your tilted your head in confusion, hotch never stutters “yeah whats up?” You asked, trying not to show your concern. You could hear him sigh over the phone before speaking “we’re having a small team get together and i wanted to invite you” he said. You nodded knowing he couldn’t see you but still, you looked at Sam whose eyebrows were raised and you could practically see the question he wanted to ask on his face ‘is he asking for help with a supernatural case?’ You shrugged. “But im not apart of the team anymore, wouldn’t that be against the rules?” You asked, not that you dint want to go, you didn’t want anyone in trouble. “Do you think you could come in?” He asked after a second, you were currently on a case with Sam and dean but you were sure they could go without you. “Uhh yeah, when is it?” You asked. immediately he answered “ its on Wednesday, and bring your friends too if you can” he said, “um okay ill see what i can work out, ill see you soon Aaron” you said, ending the call.

You looked at Sam a little speechless “my old boss just asked me to a get together and he wants me to bring you and dean” you spoke slowly trying to understand if this was real life or not. “Bring us where” dean spoke walking into the motel room. You turned to him to see him setting down his bag and loosening his tie. “Quantico, virginia”you said getting off of Sam’s lap and making your way to your bag. “Not for that dean” Sam spoke. Dean raised his eyebrows as his movements paused. “FBI?” He repeated, looking towards you to explain. “Yes, my former colleagues want to have a get together is that alright with you?” you sarcastically asked, searching for your car keys, Deans voice raised slightly. “Now hold on a second, you want us to play friendly with these guys?” he questioned. You sighed “pull your head out of your ass dean its a get together” You said not sparing a glance at him.

You knew Dean despised people that work under the law but you weren’t gonna just sit back and let them deal with this by themselves with no knowledge. “Dean come on-“ Sam tried to speak but dean cut him off “Why should we go?” Dean said with a smartass tone pointing between him and Sam. You rolled your eyes turning to him, “ because Dean they’re ,y family too, and i want you to meet and get along like i know you would” you said, and that shut him up. “Now you can continue being a dick and stay here and I’ll just bring Sam, or you can get your ass up and come with. Choose wisely” you practically seethed. Dean rolled his eyes but agreed “im driving my own car” he said grabbing his bag and heading back out the door. You sighed looking at Sam, who was already packed “this is gonna be a long week” you said, Sam tilted his head in pity “he’ll come around” he said holding you his hand, you took it and he led you out of the motel and to your car.

Virginia was about a days drive from where you were and you’d gotten to quantico pretty early in the morning, lucky you you’d kept your apartment in virginia, just in case you every wanted to come back. “We’re here” you muttered to yourself, looking at the building you were oh so familiar with. You could see deans headlights pulling in behind you and you sighed, exiting your car. Sam looked as if he’d just woken up and dean looked as if he was about ready to fall asleep any second, “we’re gonna sleep until morning, then go and get started” you told them, they agreed following you up to your apartment that surprisingly still looked the way you’d left it, you offered it to Emily when she told you about wanting to move after her apartment flooded but you guessed she never took you up on your offer. You showed dean your guest room, and the bathroom, then made tour way to your bedroom, followed by Sam’s tall frame.

“Oh god i missed this bed” you said flopping down onto the bed with your arms and legs spread out mimicking a star. Sam layed down beside you letting out a groan “i can see why” he said. “Are you ready from tomorrow” he asked, glancing at you. You nodded, moving over to place your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it lulled you to the brink of sleep, his arm wrapped around you and his thumb began drawing rhythmic circles on your hip. “Yeah, it’s just like old times, except with the addition of two” you said sleepily. “I’m excited to finally unite my whole family” you said, before falling into a much needed slumber.

You woke up to Sam shaking you lightly muttering about how it was time to get up, his voice was raspy and made you want to pull him back under the sheets but you had to get up, so you groaned pushing the covers off of you and sitting up on the bed. You felt around for your phone so you could call and tell Hotch you were on the way. It was handed to you by a messy haired Sam, you pecked him on the lips as a thank you and looked for Aaron’s contact and clicking ‘call’. The phone didn’t ring long before Hotch’s voice filled your ear. “Hotchner” He answered, voice as professional as ever. “Hey Hotch it’s me” you said, “y/n, did you make it okay?” He asked. You nodded though he couldn’t see you, “yeah we got here last night, when would you like us to come in” you asked. “As soon as you can, ill have to let the team know your coming in” he replied, you watched Sam walk in the room with two mugs of what your beste guess was tea holding one out to you, “they don’t know?” You asked, accepting the mug mouthing ‘thank you’, Sam nodded exiting the room again, by your guess to wake dean up. “No they know someone’s combing just not that it’s you” he answered. “Oh, well how about we keep it that way. I’d like to see the looks on their faces” you said with a smile. “If that’s what you want” Hotch said. “Okay well I’ll be there in thirty” you told him. “Okay see you then” he replied before hanging up.

You quickly rushed to brush your teeth and go through your closet full of your old FBI clothes that you decided to leave when you left with Sam and dean. You put on a suit, did a quick and easy hairstyle with your hair and exited your room. “Almost forgot your roots y/n/n” dean said taking a sip of coffee from his mug. You rolled your eyes a little amused at his remark “good morning to you too dean” you said picking up your keys off of the counter next to where dean was sat. “Were we supposed to get dressed all professional?” He asked hinting at the differences between your attire. you shook your head “nope, just missed dressing like a badass” you said with a small smile, looking around you couldn’t find Sam “where’s Sam?” You asked dean. He shrugged “in the bathroom, little Sammy wants to impress the in-laws” he joked.

Your brows furrowed, “really?” you asked, walking to the bathroom occupied by your boyfriend. you knocked “Sam honey, we’ve gotta leave soon” you said through the door,right before it opened revealing a more professional looking Sam. You tilted your head, “what did you do?” You said noting the slight difference in his appearance but not able to tell what exactly was different. “Do you like it?” He asked with tinted cheeks, “you look great” you said pulling him down to your height before placing a kiss to his cheek. “Okay, time to go. Dean lets go!” You shouted for the older Winchester only to get a grunt in response.

When you arrived at the bureau you showed the guards your guest badge that Hotch gave you in case of emergencies and led the boys to the elevator, “now before we get there there are some things we need to go over” you said eyeing Dean specifically who just rolled his eyes “One, don’t flirt with Emily or JJ. Two, don’t make fun of spencer, and three try not to have ‘alpha male’ with Derek. We clear?” You asked, dean made a face “why would i bull-“ “dean” Sam cut him off with a warning glare. “Okay, i wont” he muttered just as the elevator dinged, you took a deep breath stepping out of the elevator.

The familiar sound of your heels clicking against the ground bought you a small ounce of comfort, you were back home. You grabbed Sam’s hand from behind you and pushed open the glass doors “im home” you said in a singing voice causing all heads in the room to turn to you. Spencer was the first to stand up “y/n?” He muttered in disbelief, you smiled “in the flesh” you said. You walked further in meeting him in the middle for a hug “its good to see you Spence” you hugged him tight, next was Penelope “oh gosh Hotch didn’t tell us you were coming” Emily said from behind Penelope who was hugging the lif out of you. You gave her a sheepish smile “i told him not to, wanted it to be a surprise”

She gave you a look mocking disbelief “oh you sneaky-“ “is that y/n” a voice spoke coming from the office. “Rossi” you said with a huge smile, rossi was your un official replacement father. “Move over its my turn” he told Penelope who mocked sadness “that hug wasn’t nearly long enough, you all bit ran to rossi giving him the tightest hug you could “how’ve you been?” He asked, you pulled away “great, yeah I’ve been keeping busy” you said. You then heard a voice clear, looking back at the desks “i think your forgetting you favorite person in this room” Derek said holding out his arms.

“Debatable” you joked hugging him as well. After all the greetings were done rossi pointed out to you the two men you had bought along, “so are you gonna introduce us to your friends” he asked with raised eyebrows. You turned to Sam and dean who still stood in the entrance looking uncomfortable “of course, uhm” you cut yourself off walking to pull them both further into the room “this is Sam, my boyfriend, and dean his brother and a complete pain in my ass” you said with a joking smile and dean pinched your arm.

“I didn’t now you had a boyfriend” rossi said assessing Sam, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to disappear, “uh hi, I’m Sam Winchester” he said holding his hand out to rossi flashing him that famous Winchester smile. “Winchester, like the gun?” Derek asked unimpressed, you shot him a look “yeah exactly like that” dean said with a hostile tone. Before anyone could get any further you cut them off “okay! Where’s Hotch, and JJ” you asked Emily. “JJ is on maternity leave, and hotch is taking a phone call.” She answered.

You nodded turning to Sam, dea, spencer, Derek and rossi. “How about you find something in common hmm? I need some much needed girl time” you said grabbing Emily and pen dragging them to another room. “Y/n, where did you find these men” Emily said peeking over your shoulder at the group of men, “that one is a hunk, did you see his eyes?” Penelope said pointing to dean> “that’s dean, a real pain in my ass but he’s like an un official brother.” You said. You all sat at your old desk which is now Emily’s, “how about the other one, Sam?” Penelope teased bumping your shoulder. You smiled glancing back at Sam who seemed to already be in a deep conversation with spencer “Sam is great, i cant even explain it. I’m so happy with him, he is everything and more to me. And he’s so hot” you doted. “I can tell you love him” Emily said patting your shoulder.

—— with Sam and dean——

Sam settled in easily after the initial greeting, “did you go to college?” Rossi questioned taking a sip of wine from his glass, “yes sir i went to Stanford for law” Sam said, with a proud smile, “give him a break rossi, pretty girl knows how to pick em” Derek said, flashing Sam a helpful smile, Sam nodded in thanks. “I read an article a few of years ago, a fire happened in one apartments on campus, one student died” spencer recalled, “uh, yeah i was there, she was my… friend” Sam said shooting a glance at dean who looked back at him with a shrug. Spencer, rossi and Derek all picked up on his hesitation noting that it was a touchy topic. “How old are you?” Sam asked spencer, “24” spencer answered with a tight lipped smile. “You made it into the fbi at 24?” Sam asked amazed. “Yep” spencer confirmed.

“How did you manage that? I mean that’s amazing but i was 23 in my last year of college” Sam asked intrigued, thinking it was no wonder you were so smart, look at the people you used to work with. “I have uh, eidetic memory” spencer explained. Sam smiled at spencer intrigued with the person his girlfriend considered her little brother “that’s amazing, y/n never told me that” he said glancing over at you laughing with your friends.

Dean somehow caught himself getting in a debate with Derek about sport and music. “Metallica is a classic, how can you say that” dean asked, looking as if Derek had just insulted his entire being. “Yeah sure, but prince is one of the greatest, classic rock is the best way to go” Derek argued, trying to get dean to admit defeat.

Derek turned to rossi who watched the two of them with amusement “rossi what do you say?” He asked. “I’d say Metallica -“ “boom!” Dean cut him off turning to derek with a smirk. Derek shook his head “no he wasn’t finished let him finish” he said, gesturing at Rossi to continue. “But, prince is more my taste if I do say so myself” he finished. Derek laughed in victory “see that is what I call taste my friend” he said patting Rossi on the shoulder sending a smirk to Dean.

“Actually the two artists are not generally compared to one another as they both cater to different audiences” Spencer butted in, Dean looked at Spencer, interest piqued “what are you a walking encyclopedia” Dean joked making Derek laugh. “I have eidetic memory and and IQ of 187, so technically I am” Spencer said with a tight lipped smile. Nobody could respond before a blonde woman with blue eyes walked in with a tall black haired man carrying a car seat.

—— back to you——

You saw them enter from the corner of your eye and a smile immediately crossed your face as you made your way to greet them “Hotch, JJ it’s so good to see you” you said squeezing JJ tight in a hug. “Oh my goodness y/n I didn’t know you were coming” she said letting out a cheerful laugh. “Surprise, is this little Henry?” You pointed to the car seat “yes it is” she said picking him up and handing him to you.

“Oh my goodness he’s so tiny” you said, you turned to Sam with a huge smile, “look at him Sam” you said smiling up at him. “He’s really cute” sam said, he’d never though about kids but in this moment he was sure you were the woman he’d build a family with, watching you hold that small baby made his heart soar.

Dean stepped up to you sending not so subtly glances to JJ. “Which one am i not supposed to flirt with?” He whispered. “None of them” you hissed quietly. “Not even her?” He asked. “Especially not her” you replied.

“Who are these guys?” JJ asked from behind you, making you turn to her. “This is my boyfriend Sam, and his brother Dean” you introduced them. You then realized you hadn’t greeted hitch, so caught up on the tiny baby in your arms. You gently handed him back to his mother and turned to hotch, you hugged him just as tight as you hugged everyone else “thank you for inviting me” you said into his ear. “Of course, you’re still apart of this family, here or not” he said. And you smiled.

You never thought it would happen. Having all of your family in one space at the same time it felt like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. Dean and Sam fit in perfectly with everyone else and for the first time in a long time your heart felt completely full.

[makingyourfavinmiimaker]

hi! welcome to my sideblog where i will Making your fav in Mii Maker™.

who are you?

i am simply a lover of miis. i go by a handful of different names but you can just call me pants! (she/her 🏳️‍⚧️)

why are you? (doing this)

mii making has been a lifelong passion of mine and after getting interested in @making-you-in-spore's posts and the system of "making you" blogs broadly it felt only fitting to throw my hat in the ring. as nintendo's support of miis has dwindled over time, the niche of mii making blogs has also dwindled, and somebody has to pick up the slack! maybe things will change with the new tomodachi life game and the switch 2 over the horizon, who knows! regardless, i will always shoot for the miis. my allegiance is unwavering.

what are you? (making)

let me make one thing very clear: i will not be using the "makeup" mechanic of the miitopia switch port. no shade to anyone who uses it, ive had a lot of fun with it too! i just have more fun with the limitations of the wii u/3ds mii maker. ever since the miitopia switch port came out it feels like miis made with the makeup have gotten a lot more attention, and somebody has to rep the classic miis! also, while i do have the full capability to port screenshots from my various mii making devices to my phone/computer, idk if ill feel like it. its up to chance if ill have the nerve itll probably be phone pictures of my 3ds screen most of the time

how are you?

im doing pretty good thanks for asking

are you taking requests?

yes! ive been mii making for so long that it comes pretty naturally to me (mii hehe) so i think i should be able to make them pretty fast. also for the most part ive already made miis of my favorite characters, so theres a good chance if you ask ill already have made something youre looking for! go obscure! go wild! i might even import it into some mii related game if i feel like it! no promises though! thats hard work!

generally i make whatever asks interest me the most first but i will try to prioritize earlier asks to later ones! i promise i will get to your request eventually! i am only one woman and i have many mouths to feed like a mother bird feeding baby birds miis from her mouth. be patient and you will have your wishes fufilled

what is your banner/pfp?

my pfp is a picture of my mii taken from pikmin bloom, i just found it in my camera roll on a whim when i went looking. my banner is a picture of my son Nubby from Nubby's Number Factory i didnt have any part in the games development i just feel strong maternal instincts towards him. image taken from tomodachi life, ill update this later with his outfit and room names

thats all for now!

ill probably get around to putting some of my proudest miis here eventually as a kind of portfolio but for now... the foundation has been laid... mii making is all that remains.

[hereforhalstead]

home.

Spencer Reid x reader fluff!

thank you SO much for the love on my first post, I’m so glad you liked it! Ill be honest, I started this with a completely different plot in mind but, here we are! Enjoy!

*****

5 days. That’s all it had been, but to him it felt like a lifetime. 

The more he thought about it, he realised, it was the longest you’d ever been apart.

You’d been asked to stay for a week in London with Garcia and Morgan to assist on a case that Emily so lovingly emailed over late last week. 

One minute it simply words on a screen in your inbox, the next you knew you were on a plane over the Atlantic.

Every night you and Spencer had spent as much time as possible on the phone, some evenings only getting 5 minutes but others being hours. But it still wasn’t enough.

You missed him. More than ever.

The case was tough and starting to take its toll on you, it felt never ending and you started to wonder when you’d actually be able to return to the place you called home.

The truth is, London was your actual home. Being born and raised there until your early 20s when you transferred over to the BAU unit and the rest was history.

Yes, it was nice to be back in familiar territories. Moaning about tourists blocking the pavements, stopping every 2 minutes to take photos of a bird sitting on a fence..

 The god awful weather still going strong as you were now on your 5th day of rain, wondering if you would actually see a glimpse of sun before you left.

But home wasn’t London anymore, it was wherever Spencer was. 

And he wasn’t here. 

****

You’d taken the papers back to your hotel room, the sheets all spread across the floor in a disorganised manner yet you still knew where everything was and that worked for you.

You were still in the same clothes that you had put on about 26 hours ago, cold coffee in hand, staring at the black text on the papers as if the answer would just jump out at you if you continued to do so.

Your phone ringing is what brought you out of your trance, letting out a loud yawn before answering it.

“How’s my favourite girl?”

Was all he said and it had you melting, bringing your knees to your chest as you leant back onto the bed.

“Hey Spence” you mumbled back, you could practically hear his smile on the other end of the line forming, just at the sound of your voice. 

“What time is it there?” You added 

“about 2 ish” 

Shit. That meant it was 6am for you, and you didn’t even realise. 

High praise for the blackout curtains in the room I suppose.

“And you’re still awake?” Your voice was sturn

“So are you?” He hit back. Fair play.

“I could’ve just woken up, you don’t know”

But he did. He knew you, sometimes better than you knew yourself.

“This is me you’re talking to baby, do you want me to hang up and ring back so you can see my name on the screen again?” 

Again, you could practically see how he would be sitting. Arm folded across his chest, either book still open in one hand or a hot cup of tea hooked onto his thumb. Smile as big as could be.

“Point taken” you mumbled 

“Tell me about your day” he was quick to respond, you hated yourself for how there was a quick second of the feeling that you couldn’t be bothered. 

You were exhausted and missing him.

You didn’t want to be talking to him over the phone about the same thing you’d been discussing with endless people all day. 

You wanted to be back at home, enveloped in his arms as he pulls you back into him as you try to leave the bed.

Or running your fingers absentmindedly through his hair as he tells you yet another fact about how despite its significance, London was actually the smallest city in the UK.

You missed the little things, you missed him.

“Y/N?” His voice broke the silence as you sighed, words leaving your lips before you had a chance to even process them 

“I miss you, Spencer” 

There was yet another pause, almost a huff coming from his end of the line as he replied

“I miss you too, sweetheart” 

“Spence, honestly I’m drained” you began to ramble 

“I’ve been staring at these same pieces of paper for days, I’m starting to think I’m just wasting their time being here”

He could hear you throw some of the documents onto the floor, bringing your hand to your forehead to relieve some of the tension.

“He’s killed 5 women since I’ve been here Spencer, 5. How useless am I that these women are literally depending on me and here i am, failing them” 

He was hurting, he was hurting because you were hurting. 

“Baby, don’t talk about yourself like that” he assured, you could feel tour bottom lip quiver as the tears formed in your eyes 

“You know they asked you to be over there for a reason, you’re good at your job. You deserve to be there with the best of them and don’t forget that” 

“But I do-“ you tried to cut him off but he was quick to interject “uh uh”

“I will stay on this phone with you until you can tell me you’re good at your job, I don’t care how long it takes, Y/N. I want to hear you say it”

“What about if I don’t say if, just to get you to stay on the phone with me?” You lightly chuckled, heart fluttering as you hear his huff of laughter you so dearly missed.

“I mean, I have to be on the jet in 6 hours so if you’re happy for the whole team to hear our conversation then that works for me”

“Spence, I just feel as though I’m losing my mind. Tell me what I’m missing” you almost pleaded, knowing that if he was here he probably would have this case solved by now and back on the plane home. 

“You know the most important thing? Honestly, it’s what I do all the time and it truly does work”

You sat up in hope, waiting to hear his groundbreaking methods of solution.

“Sleep, Y/N”

You huffed, returning to your hunched back, cross legged position of defeat.

“That’s not fair” you scorned, his light laugh flooding through your ears “I thought you were actually about to help” 

“I mean it sweetheart, you can’t give your best to something on no sleep. I’m worried about you and if I can’t be there to look after you, I need to know that you’re looking after you” 

His words hurt, you knew he was worried but never thought he would just come right out and tell you.

“Fine” you huffed, crooking your neck to keep the phone in place at your ear as you start to get undressed.

“I’ll have a quick shower and then I’ll get into  bed” you assured “then I’ll text you in the morning with how many hours sleep I had”

You waited to hear his laugh but there was nothing.

“Can I ju-“ his tone was filled with doubt, like he was second guessing what he was about to say 

You let the line go quiet, waiting for him to finish his thoughts 

“Can I just stay on the phone with you?” 

You felt as though your legs could give way at the pain in his voice, the desperation to just have more time with you had you filling with guilt.

“Of course, Spence”

There was a hum of happiness and content, practically seeing how he slumped back into the headboard of the bed in the comfort of your words

“Why don’t you tell me about your day?” You questioned, giving up on the idea of the shower as you climbed into bed

“Oh! Funny story actually. Hotch had….”

There it was, the voice of such piece and familiarity that you so badly missed. 

He was your home.

[br4tphobia]

# — 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 !

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! : 1.6k wordzz, connie x black fem ! reader, shorttt, proof read? nah. reader is wearing a sundress obvi, petnames (princess, ma/mama, baby ) you/your pronouns useddd 𝐍𝐒𝟒𝐖 + unprotected sex (condoms yall condoms!!), con talks you through yo orgassmmm, smut with not much plot obvi, fingering (f received) boob suckinn, choking, cowgirl, tummy bulgeeee, car sex, missionary, and dirty talk as always!!

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! : oh did i tell yall this from experience? yhh 🥴 (NO THAT NIGGA DID NOT NUT IN ME.) @digitalreblogs here bby!!

a sigh fell from your lips, you miss him already and its only been an hour. you cant be this hooked onto this boy! right now, youre on the phone with your friend, liv. telling her everything that happened last night when he came over. until you get another notification from him, immediately making you smile.

“girl why is he tellin me to get readyyy!” you laughed at reading out the message connie sent you to liv. “girll get ready right neow!!”

“i sho am, hello??” you prop up your phone as liv watches your scavenge through your drawers and closet, you was becoming upset about having nothing to wear until you found this sundress, it was simple and cute, you could style it with anything. but you only threw a simple jean jacket ontop with your favorite fair of fuzzy slippers.

“oo shit girl you look cutee!”

“furreal? bc if im lookin bummy and you let me leave like this imma beat yo ass.” you’d pout, liv laughed. “puhleasee girl y’know i would nevaa”

“yeayeaaa..”

you stared at him coming closer on maps, which made your stomach sink deeper. “boo im kinda scared” — “why?? all that nasty shit yall did last night, you wasnt scared then?”

“girl. thats the point!” hearing another laugh from liv, “im sure youll be fineee.” — “girl i hop—“ the sound of your doorbell rung throughout the house, you swear your heart dropped to your ass. “what happened???” her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “hes here girl.. ill call you back!” — “oh! ok have funnnn”

you both shared your goodbyes as you rush to the door, not hesitating to open it. “hey princess” a small smile was on his face, “hi con” he went in for a hug, your gladly took that offer, his cologne clouding your nostrils. he smelt good (like always.)

connie led you to his car, opening the door for you.

once he got in his eyes are immediately on you. the way the dress hugged your body perfectly, displaying every curve and dip. it wasnt long before he pulled over by a curbside.

you notice connie eyeing your beautiful physique again before unbuttoning his pants. “c’mere.” his voice was deep, seeing his semi-hard sitting in his boxers, which made you not hesitate to climb onto his lap, immediately having his lips touch yours. your tongue running over his as you both roam your hands on eachother. you feel his hands pull your dress up to your waist as he started playing with your clothed clit. humming out in pleasure. trailing down your neck with kisses, all you could do is grind on his lap waiting for the main thing you wanted. he knew it too although he wanted to make you wait.

“c-con..” his fingers playing through your folds making you choke on your words. “you can wait.” inserting his middle and ring into your slicked sex, earning a moan out of you. already going to work inside your walls, with his thumb reaching up to rub your clit. you reach your hand down to his now-hard dick, stroking him a few times, hearing connie let out a groan. his fingers still pumping and scissoring inside of you so good youre damn near riding his hand. letting out honey sweet moans in his ear, muffling them in the crook of his neck. you curse at his sly fingers bringing you closer to the edge with every flick of his wrists. “g’na cum already? youre getting wetter princess..” you felt embarrassed, how he could turn you into

“y—yes oh my god..” bucking your hips against his fingers eagerly for your orgasm inching closer to you, “cmon..give it to me, pretty.” his voice caressing your ears, hearing his cute sounds as you jerk him off slowly. “like that! shitt” your head flew back with a string a moans from your throat.

“a little more..fuckk” youre pulsing on his fingers, feeling your release coming. “make a mess, mama.” connies voice triggering your orgasm, gripping on his shoulders as he talks you through it. whispering sweet nothings in your ear while kissing on your neck. “fuck..con..” broken whines passing your lips, coming down from your high. “there you go..” his thumb still rubbing your pretty pearl, your cum stained thighs shaking from overstimulation.

“ready mama?” you didnt know what he was talking about until your felt his tip slide through your wet folds. a small gasp left your lips as you immediately hum a response. “words, princess.” — “mm…yes” you can feel him smile against your neck as he inserts his tip, holding a grip on your hips to help you sink down on his 7 inches, you both sharing a moan.

sitting there for a while to adjust to his size, his hands slid to your ass guiding you. “ouu shit..” your back arched, your breasts so close to his face. he just cant help but tug the upper part of your dress down and take a nipple in his mouth, suckling on it like there was no tomorrow. adding more sensations throughout your body, bouncing on his dick with his hand slapping your ass — he wishes he could see the ripples display like water waving.

“fuck...” your arms sat around his neck, head lowered right by his ear so he could hear all your sweet sounds he loves oh so much. the way your tongue carries the vowels of his name will never be attractive to him.

he started to thrust up into you a bit, his tip kissing your cervix sweetly as you already feel your second orgasm approaching. “shit g’na cum again ..” another pornographic sound leaving your mouth, along with your nipple leaving his.

“my godd..” you slow down, basically grinding on him to ride out your second high. “shit.. mama.” he’d groan with his head burried in the crook of your neck, feeling his breath fanning. he pulled away and pecked your lips before you started riding again, overstimulation clouding your mind, but it feels so good you cant stop.

“yo shit so creamy ma.. fuckk” groanin back into your neck as you continue your pleasing motions. you know hes about to cum by the way hes panting and getting louder. “cmon make cum princess..y’know how to fuck me..” moans and groans are sharing together throughout the car.

it wasnt long until you felt his cut spurting inside your walls drawn out with a groan. humming at the soothing feeling, cock warming him for a while before he slapped your ass. “get in the back.” a smile crept on your face as you pulled his dick out of you, seeing a thick ring around his shaft. a few droplets of his seed dripping onto the arm rest while climbing into the back seat before laying down. connie, who is trailing behind you.

“whatchu smilin fo’?” — “oh n—nothing..” he slid his tip inside you, causing you to choke on your words once again. a small laugh erupting from his chest.

his hips met the back of your thighs with your legs on his shoulders, “ouu shit..” gripping on his bicep with his strokes deep and slow, already hitting your g-spot deliciously. “you like that? when i fuck you deep like this?” your eyes rolling at his voice, “yes! yess fuck..” he leans down and touches his lips with yours, immediately swirling tongues around eachother, moaning in his mouth as you feel his thumb on your clit.

“oh shittt” muffled into his mouth, he pulled away and started speeding up his thrusting. aiming for the roof of your pussy, seeing a tummy bulge appear. your moans turning into a silent scream as you grip on anything in reach. connie only watches in awe on how he could please you so good.

only thing heard is the squelching of your pussy, along with small gasps and moans. he knew he was fucking you good and loved it, seeing every facial expression on your face. your brain feels like mush, your mind only on him and his dick. “mmm dont stop..! cumming again!” that signaled him to go deeper, with his hand slithering around your throat, holding a small grip.

“baby..baby! ohh my goddd.” — “i know, i know.” slowing down his thrusts, rolling his hips into yours with passion. “y’so wet mama..” followed with a small moan from him. you swear youre seeing stars, slurirng your inaudible words. “wanna gimmie one more? i know you can princess.” you hum out another response just you have your face grabbed, “words” — “y—yes.. i can.” your voice cracking as you focus on your pleasure. sticky lips parting to let out the sweetest sounds hes thriving on. running your hands over his skin layered with thin sweat ontop.

“fuckfuckfuck..” cursing at the rhythm of his pace, you can feel it near, its so far yet so close. “dont stop dont stop dont fuckin’ stop..” you both maintain eye contact, his are low — heart eyes would appear if they could. “you so pretty ma..” a another smile, showing off your pretty whites with your mouth forming into an ‘O’ soon from the spots hes hitting. “mmmfuhhck!” your wrap your arms around his neck, staring into his pretty hazel eyes.

“m’close baby..” — “yea? cmon princess, im there with you.” he switches both of your legs on his right shoulder, hitting the perfect spot you never knew existed. the wet sounds of your pussy growing louder by the second along with your whines. “hold out f’me.” — “i gotchu, mama.” cursing under his breath as he removes your arms and holds your hands. “a little more m’soso close..” your whole body feels like jelly, every stroke is like small sparks of electricity that pushes a moan out of you every time.

“shitshitshitt m’cumming..cum wimmie please..” pulsing around his dick, with the ring around his shaft thicker. he gave you a few more thrusts before sinking into you, you knew he was cumming the way you both shared moans together.

he kissed you, before he pulled out. “sorry. you look good s’all.” panting as you look at him with disbelief, only to see a goofy ass smile on his face.

[theosconfessions]

if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can over here :)

if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here

if youd like to read scars bc you can over here :)

shoutout to @fl0pera for the idea of getting these two together again ofc and sending me pics of the lovebirds.

transcript below

elia: dude stop.. are we hitting all of the scar kline bc landmarks or something.. just dont bring me to the place where we had the finale.. fuck that place.

scarlett: i wouldnt. this place though

elia: [smirks] yeah it was cool. i never come here but its good memories.. now therye...

scarlett: the backdrop of our pornhub like tiktok videos? yeah i thought of that.. but bringing you here to remind you of that wasnt my point. it was just a fun group date we had here. im not trying to seduce you or anything i know youre...

elia: [smirks] scar, i dont think youre trying to do that. it is kinda hard to find some place where that didnt happen. how we dont have a kid i have no idea.

scarlett: there was a moment..

elia: [ phone ringing] scar.. im sorry.. hold the thoguht.. gimme one second ems calling [ on phone] no its been nice,babe. i think we still have a lot to say to eachother. speaking of you have horrible timing by the way... [laughs] no no . ill let you know when i get home. yeah sure. yeah ill show her. love you too. bye.. [turns back around] sorry about that.

scarlett: you sound happy, elia

elia: [narrows eyes] i am. you okay scar?

scarlett: [smirks and looks down at her feet] yeah im good .

elia: mm im not buying it but i need to show you this before i completely get caught up with you. and forget.. and em will kill me. look. its ems favourite painting ive done but more importantly he wanted me to show the text accompanying it.

scarlett: elia .. shut up. is that me ?

elia: yeah ..youve been my muse for years.. why woudl i stop just because we broke up . that and ems a fanboy for you . well us. em shipped us. actually i think i have more pics. gimme a sec. [flips through photos ]

scarlett: nudes... youre just trying to show me your dick.

elia: [laughs] why would i have to show you that? you see that everyday you get on social media

scarlett: [laughs] wait... go back to that photo.. elia .. are you guys having a baby

elia: yeah [smirks] i was gonna tell you but weve been well busy... im excited,scar. its what ive always wanted you know that of course.

[mrsfudd]

Beuckers does it best-Part 4

warnings: arguments

      2 weeks later

We were about half way in me and Paige's little one month agreement and it was going great. We haven't had sex yet but something tells me it's coming soon. She takes me on 3 dates a week, small and big. They were all amazing. I had at least 7 of her hoodies now and she was slowly building a collection of my clothes. We slept together most nights except the ones where she had games. Since her and the team like to go out, I just chill at home with Sarah. Even when we are separated it never feels like it, we text and facetime 24/7. The only problem about us is that barely anyone knows about us and we are stuck in this dumb "talking stage". 

"Y/N, are you here baby?" Paige called out as she walked into her dorm.

"Hi bae, how was practice" I said stretching. 

"Good, but it's better to be back here with you" Paige said as she pulled me in by my waist and gave me a deep long kiss. 

"I missed you" I said in between kisses. 

"Hmm I missed you more baby" Paige said while picking me up, holding me by my legs and butt. 

She carries me over to the bed, puts me down and is now towering over me. She starts kissing me as she climbs on top. Paige starts to feel me up. Then her phone rings. 

"Hold on mama"'Paige said while getting up. 

" P-paige please" I said while trying to grab on her. 

" Patience baby" Paige said as she chuckled at my needy tone. 

All month its been patience this and patience that, I understand waiting is good but Paige doesn't understand that I have needs. She such a tease. I cant stand it. Ill admit in the beginning it was kind of hot but know Im seriously touch deprived. 

"Who was it" I asked with a slight attitude. 

"KK and the girls, we are going out to lunch for team bonding." Paige said while looking for a hairbrush. 

"Oh, okay." I said crossing my arms, I saw Paige give me a quick glance. Thank god some attention. Now I needed her to do was follow through.

"Whats this attitude mama, Ill be gone for 2 hours at most. Whats the problem?" Paige said. 

I just suck my teeth and get on my phone. Paige rushes over to me, slaps my phone out my hand, and grabs my neck. Yes Paige, this is exactly what I wanted. 

"I know what you're doing Y/N, cut the fucking attitude before you do something you regret". Paige said sternly. 

Me and Paige spend so much time together that shes studied all my body language. 

                                 6 hours later.

Paige is back from hanging out with the girls and is checking up on some homework and Y/N just got back from all classes. 

"Sarah, you here?" I yell out, I cant stand Paige right now. 

"Hey Y/N, I missed you girl, you've been at Paige's for days" Sarah said

"I think I forgot that relationships thrive on being able to be apart. If I miss her too much I only have to take a step. She'll be fine for a night." I said to Sarah. 

Sarah looked up at me and gave me a smile then blew me a kiss. She knew she had taught me well. 

She knew the freshman me who would cling onto any girl she met. Sarah helped me have healthy relationships and I needed to remember it's no different with Paige. 

 It was 11 pm and I had a morning class. I texted Paige goodnight with a red heart.

                                     8:45 am 

I woke with Paige holding me. 

"Paige, what are you doing here" I groan. 

"I couldn't even think about falling asleep without you by my side Y/N, don't pull no shit like that again." Paige said while rubbing her eyes.

I wasn't mad, I was honestly relieved. It shows that Paige feels the exact same as me. Paige got up and we both decided to shower together. I got dressed and headed out for my class while Paige stayed in bed. 

                                        4:02 pm

After all my classes, me and Sarah had caught lunch together. Now I was back in my dorm with Paige. 

"Baby what have you been doing all day, you've been in bed all day" I asked Paige. 

"Nothing mama, it's my day off. Im lucky to be able to spend it in your presence." Paige said even though her eyes never left her phone.  

"Paige what are you looking at?" I said while jumping on her. 

It was me. She was making a collage of all our pictures together. 

"Aw Paige, whats this for" I ask. 

"Nothingg, we just look so good together." Paige told me.

I knew she was up to something.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

separate lines

words: 600 (+ three images)

warnings: entire fic is through phone calls/text messages, parental death (ward), established relationship, kinda protective rafe but its cute he just misses his girl, includes pictures of "readers" face/body, kind of illusions to sex (like barely!), overall pretty fluffy

“rafey!” you squeal as you answer your phone seconds after it rings. “how's it going?”

“well, everything is still standing.” rafe huffs out. you can practically hear the stress in his voice.

“that's good, baby. i miss you a lot.” sure, he just left this morning to drive back to the outer banks, but that doesn't change the fact that you miss him anytime he's away from you.

“god, i miss you too. if rose didn't need me here id still be-

“i know.” you cut rafe off. “you're back for three days with your family. it'll be fine and then we will be back together.”

you know being back in the outer banks is stressful for rafe after everything that happened. the mess with barry, the pogues, and then all culminating in his dad dying. when you decided to go a couple hours away to college, you still thought you'd have to persuade your boyfriend to come with you, to leave the only life he's ever known, but he jumped at the chance.

you live in a luxury townhouse right near downtown. you're even able to walk to most of your classes, of course with rafe by your side.

“you're right.” rafe hums. “we are figuring out the will stuff tomorrow morning.”

“i wish i could be there for you. text or call if you need anything.” you have classes tomorrow, but you'd drop anything if rafe really needed you.

“yeah just… text me updates, please? even if you just do the laundry or something. it helps to know.”

“of course i will.” you smile, hearing some commotion in the background. “and rafey? give wheezie a hug for me.”

“is that y/n?” you hear her voice in the background, then the fumbling of the phone being handed off.

“y/n!” wheezie squeals.

“wheezie, my girl!”

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“how are you getting to class?” rafe asks, looking into the room where proceedings are about to start, going over his fathers will and who gets what. he knows most of it will go to rose, most likely the house and the real estate company. he doesn't really care. he has a new life now, one with you.

“amber is gonna drive me and pick me up. and no, her boyfriend will not be there.” you giggle, knowing even though amber and her boyfriend steven have been together since third grade, rafe would still worry with him around.

“and you're going to poli sci and then your geology lab, right?” rafe has your schedule memorized, but he likes to hear your confirmation anyways.

“yup!” you nod, even though rafe can't see you. “im excited for todays lab, actually. it's not rock identification, which you know i suck at.”

rafe let's out a soft laugh, having sat and listened to your complaining about rocks for hours already this semester.

“rafe, it's starting soon.” rose says, her words being picked up by you, otherwise rafe probably would have just ignored her in favor of keeping talking.

“alright, baby. hope it all goes well and doesn't take too long. i love you.” you coo into the phone.

“love you more.”

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“home tomorrow.” rafe whispers softly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the house. he's exhausted, so they must be too. it was a long day with lots of legal jargon, but everything got divided up about how he expected it to. 

most to rose, then the additional savings divided up evenly between him, sarah, and wheezie.

“im glad.” you whisper back, matching his tone even though you're home alone. “i ordered a cute pair of pajamas to wear to help me sleep. you know how much i struggle without you.”

“your insomnia cure.” rafe smiles, remembering what you called him after you first started sharing a bed, able to easily relax into him and fall into a true deep sleep.

“mhm.” you hum out, letting out a yawn. “do you mind staying on the call until i fall asleep?”

“baby, ill stay on all night.”

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sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie