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Double Trouble

This is an Evan Buckley imagine based on a request from my amazing @missdreamofendless I hope you all like it. Feedback and requests are greatly appreciated.

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Summary: (Y/n) and Evan are expecting twins, but things don't go to plan when complications in the pregnancy arise.

Enjoy.

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Tilting her head back, (Y/n) leaned her head on Evan's shoulder when he sat down next to her and his arm fell around her shoulders. She could feel his thumb brushing up and down her bare shoulder and he took a large swig of beer even though his lips were curved into a grin, making it hard.

His soft, wet lips pressed against her temple and stayed there for a few moments while (Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned into the touch.

"How do you feel?" He asked quietly, daring to dart his eyes around the garden before he looked back down at his wife. His smile turned soft when her hand reached up to hold his that was resting on her shoulder.

"They're giving me back ache,"

Evan started to tap his fingers around the neck of the beer bottle he had in his left hand and he tugged his right arm to pull (Y/n) closer. He itched his chair up until (Y/n) could lean down against his chest and his hand moved from her shoulder towards her neck. His fingers curled and gently brushed across her jaw and chin while he looked around the garden.

"I don't think I can help with that, baby." Evan whispered against the top of her head while (Y/n) curled her fingers around his forearm and snuggled further into his chest.

"They're definitely your kids," (Y/n) didn't have to look up at him to know he was grinning against the top of her head.

Her lips curved into a smile when Evan put his beet down on the table and moved his hand to press against her stomach. It was as if they knew Evan was there when they started to move and wriggle and (Y/n) buried her face into Evan's neck to smother a groan. He had woken them up.

(Y/n) had never seen Evan so animated as she had when she told him she was pregnant. And when they went to their first scan and found out they were having twins, Evan had to sit down before he fainted. He was bubbling over with excitement at finally starting a family and having a kid of his own and now he was getting two at once.

"Yep, those are my girls."

"You don't know that, we might have a boy in here."

"Nope. I'm telling you I've got two girls in there," Evan wiggled his brows and looked down at (Y/n) with a look that was just begging her to egg him on or challenge him here.

"And how do you know that?"

"Intuition."

A quiet chuckle passed (Y/n)'s lips and she shook her head before burrowing back down into Evan's side. "It's called a mother's instincts, not a father's intuition." She mumbled the words beneath her breath, hoping he wouldn't hear her but the playful smack she got on her thigh told her otherwise.

She reached out for his hand and moved it down to the left a little and pressed his palm closer to her stomach so he could feel a kick aiming his way. Evan had taken to talking to the babies and he took it as a response when they kicked and wriggled. But their movements didn't help (Y/n)'s dilemma of back ache and bouts of sickness. (Y/n) had often told Evan off when he came home late from work because if she was asleep, he would start talking to her stomach and wake the twins up. And when they woke up and started to become lively, that was the end of (Y/n)'s sleep.

"Well I think you'll find Hen agrees with me. She's put her vote in,"

"And uh, how much are you gonna win if you're right, Buckley?" Tilting her head a little, (Y/n) pressed a tender kiss just beneath Evan's jaw which sent a shiver rocketing beneath his skin.

(Y/n) knew all about the bets that the 118 team were putting on.

Since she was pregnant, it meant Evan was going to be a dad and Bobby would be a grandfather. The whole team got two chances of getting it right whether the twins would be a girl and a boy or two girls and two boys.

Evan was in full favour of having two girls and Hen, after a long and hard decision, agreed with him.

Bobby was adamant it would be one girl and one boy but (Y/n) wasn't sure if her dad was guessing or whether that was what he was hoping for. Chimney thought it would be one of each as well, and Eddie and Ravi were certain they would have twin boys.

Athena wasn't speculating, she didn't want to give away her guess which she had only shared with (Y/n) and she didn't want to get involved because she knew there would be arguments when (Y/n) finally gave birth. May wasn't speculating either but mainly because she genuinely had no idea and no 'intuition' like everybody else seemed to have.

"At this rate," Evan leaned closer and hovered his lips against her ear, pressing a little kiss there before he continued, "I'll be winning well over a hundred if I'm right."

Almost everyone in the station had put bets on just for the sake of having their say and having a playful, delightful debate between them all. It was just a little game to keep everyone's spirits up which stemmed from Evan and Bobby arguing about their guesses.

But there was one thing that everyone could agree on. These were Evan's kids and that could only mean one thing; double trouble.

"So if you're right, you'll claim intuition, and if my dad's right, he's gonna say he got a tip off from 'the man upstairs'." (Y/n) let her eyes cast up towards the peaceful blue sky before she raised a brow at her husband. Bobby would most definitely hold it over the team if he was right and he would claim to have known the genders due to his faith and favour with God.

"Speaking of him, are you hungry, he's on the barbeque." Evan craned his head over his shoulder to look at the far side of the garden.

They were at Bobby and Athena's place for May's graduation party and the whole station and their families were here for the celebration.

Eddie had kindly given them a lift down so Evan could have a drink and (Y/n) didn't have to drive. Driving at six and a half months was a hard job and she hadn't been feeling well recently. It was hard enough coming here today when all she wanted to do was hide away in bed. But it was her sister's graduation and she wasn't going to stay at hmoe and be a kill joy. She wasn't sick, she was just in discomfort that was going to continue until she gave birth, regardless of where she was.

And (Y/n) was trying to make the most of parties and celebrations while it was still just her and Evan. Soon enough, they would have two children to bring along to parties and gatherings.

"Maybe later," (Y/n) winced, straightening her back out as she tried to swallow down a whimper when her stomach started to churn. They were moving again and this time it was starting to hurt.

She danced her eyes around the garden for a few moments, taking note of where everyone was and what was going on. Eddie and Chris were inside taking pictures, Athena was in the kitchen sorting the last of the food and her dad was cooking on the barbeque, his speciality. May was somewhere inside as well and (Y/n) had promised to take some photos with her soon.

"Don't forget May wants some pictures soon," Evan mumbled each word against the top of (Y/n)'s head but his eyes were focused on looking through the patio doors in front of them. He could see May weaving through the people inside and both Eddie and Chris were making the most of the selfie props laid out in front of the back drop.

"With me in the middle looking like an elephant?" She spoke before she could think better of it and she regretted her words when Evan tensed beside her.

"Hey, don't say that." His arm tightened around her shoulders and his left hand moved from her stomach to cup her chin, tilting her head up off his shoulder so they were level. "You're pregnant, there's a difference. And you look beautiful so yes you need to be in the pictures."

"Thank you,"

(Y/n) smiled but she wasn't sure if it properly hid the grimace clawing its way onto her face. Her stomach was tensing up again now that one or even both the twins were moving.

"Could you help me up? I feel like my back's gonna seize up again." She hated to ask but if she didn't, she wouldn't get herself up from this chair alone.

She needed the toilet but she had been sat down for far too long. (Y/n) knew better than to sit somewhere for more than half an hour or she had a new tendency to lock in place and moving became unbearable after that. But time had run away from her and she had been comfy. Getting herself up was a struggle in itself without being in a crowd where people might tend to stare at her.

Last night her back had been so sore it seized up and it took Evan almost twenty minutes to help her off the sofa. Every time he went to help her up, a crippling pain shot down her back and she couldn't move. That was the last thing (Y/n) wanted right now, to cause a scene and embarrass herself in front of her family if she couldn't get up from a garden chair without some sort of agony.

She had purposely chosen to sit outside because the sofas inside were too low and she would never get up even with Evan's help.

She moved her hands to grip the metal arms of the chair and inched forwards onto the edge of the chair. Her back clicked into place and she couldn't hide her whimper when she tried to move.

"Come on then baby," Evan's voice softened around the edges and he pushed up out of his seat first so he could squeeze past the table and stand in front of (Y/n). He could see the debate in her eyes, she didn't want him to pull her up and have people watch but they both knew he couldn't exactly push her up without hurting her so pulling was the way to go.

He held his hands out in front of him and when (Y/n) gripped his forearms, his fingers curled around her elbows and he eased her up, tensing his arms and locking his elbows. He didn't want to drag her up too quickly and hurt her, Evan was used to lifting weights and although (Y/n) believed she was heavy, she really wasn't.

Once she was up, Evan slid his hands from her elbows around to her waist and he stepped forward while her hands moved to grip his shoulders. She didn't let him go or try to move, she just stayed motionless in front of him and tilted her head forward into his chest. He could feel her breaths fanning through his shirt as she inhaled his scent and squeezed his shoulders to let him know she was alright.

"Baby," He drawled out quietly with a gentle smile and his thumbs brushed up and down her hips while he waited. "If you wanted a hug you could of said so," His lips pressed to the top of her head and he gave her hips a squeeze as he grinned into her hair when he felt her smile into his chest.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) uncurled herself from around Evan and straightened up, pecking his lips before she moved to go inside.

She kept her head down as she passed by the living room, avoiding her little sister so May didn't try and drag her in for any photos just yet. She would gladly pose for one or two quick photos later when she felt more herself. With Evan next to her.

A forced grin rose to her lips as she passed Chris and Eddie and she reached out to ruffle Chris's hair as they passed one another before she finally got to the bathroom that was luckily vacant.

A tender smile flitted across Evan's face when he spun round on his heels and almost bumped into Athena. With his parents being who they were and halfway across the country, Bobby and Athena had practically become his parents as well as his inlaws. They were the parents he always wished he'd grown up with.

"Everything okay, have you eaten yet?" She leaned behind him to place a bowl of crisps down on the table, a knowing look in her eyes. She knew whenever they had a gathering that Evan would always be the first one to try the food and tell her how good it was. He was the first at the table before the food was even put down.

"Not yet… is (Y/n) inside? I think she's gone wandering," Evan glanced at his watch before he looked back down at Athena and tried to calm down the nerves building in his stomach. He didn't want to hover or be overprotective but (Y/n) had been a while and he didn't think there had been a queue for the bathroom.

Either she was hiding away from everyone to gain some peace and a moment to herself, or she was wandering around aimlessly inside. Either way, Evan would rather be next to her than stood out here like a statue, unsure what to do with himself without her.

"I haven't seen her, I'll have a look," Athena rested her hand on his shoulder before she turned on her heels and headed back inside.

She glanced into the kitchen but she knew (Y/n) wasn't there since she had just been there with the last of the food to be taken outside. Her eyes glanced around the selfie corner but (Y/n) wasn't there, not that Athena expected her to be. She knew (Y/n) wasn't keen on photos at the moment and no one could blame her. Nor was she sat on the sofa or out at the back.

Athena passed down towards the bedrooms, peeking in her and Bobby's room even though she knew (Y/n) wouldn't be in there unless she was desperate for some space to herself. The bathroom door was locked, that was the only logical place (Y/n) could be unless she secretly left the party.

"(Y/n), honey are you in there? I think Buck feels a little lost without you hun," Her words were followed by a light chuckle as she tapped her knuckles on the door while her free hand curled around her hip. She leaned her shoulder on the doorframe but the smile on her lips started to fade when she didn't receive an answer.

"Athena?"

"Honey are you alright?" She didn't like the way (Y/n) croaked her name. Her voice sounded broken and it was unnerving and very worrying.

With a deep breath, Athena tried the door handle and was flooded with relief when she realise it was unlocked. She didn't want to intrude, but she had a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that was hardly ever wrong. She opened the door slowly and leaned her head around, not wanting to barge right in incase (Y/n) didn't want her inside.

"Hey, what's wrong?" When she wasn't asked to get out, she gingerly moved inside and quietly shut the door behind her to give them some privacy.

She wasn't expecting to see (Y/n) sat on the floor.

(Y/n) sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand that was starting to tremble. She was sat on the floor with her back leaning up against the bath. Her legs were curled beneath her and her arms were bound around her chest, resting on her stomach. Tears stained her cheeks and were starting to make her eyes swell.

She looked up when Athena knelt down in front of her and reached out to take her hand. Her smile was calming, she always had a soothing manner about her and she had become the mother (Y/n) hadn't had in years.

"What's happened, hm?"

(Y/n)'s lower lip started to wobble and when she looked up at Athena, she felt another wave of tears falling as a shudder passed through her.

"I d-don't feel well and… and I'm bleeding," Her eyes darted down to her legs and back up a few times until Athena caught onto her silent message.

When she got to the bathroom, (Y/n) felt a little sick but she chalked it down to needing something to eat. It wasn't until she sat down that she realised there was blood in her underwear, and more than just a little spotting. She didn't know what to do. Twinges rocked through her stomach and silent tears started to fall and the only thing (Y/n) could think to do was sit on the floor and wait in vain.

She wasn't sure if she was waiting for the pain to disappear or for a bout of couorage so she could go and talk to Evan, but whatever she had been waiting for hadn't arrived yet. It was a relief that Athena rocked up when she did because if not, (Y/n) was sure she would have stayed locked up in the bathroom until people started looking for her.

"A lot?" When (Y/n) nodded, Athena rolled her lips together and squeezed her hand. "I'll go find Hen-"

"No! No I- no," She didn't want anyone else but Evan coming in here and seeing her like this.

They were at a party. The last thing (Y/n) wanted was for someone she thought of as a friend to see her in this state and try to assess her just to tell her to go to hospital. (Y/n) wasn't going to bend the rules of friendship, she loved the 118 as her family and she didn't want any of them seeing her in any state of distress. It wasn't fair. They would look at her differently and it was embarrassing.

"Then I'll get your dad and Buck, we can take you to get checked out. Stay put, honey."

With a quick kiss to (Y/n)'s temple, Athena brushed her cheek before she got up and left the bathroom, making sure to shut the door behind her so no one else stumbled upon (Y/n) and bothered her.

It wasn't hard to find Bobby and Evan when they were both stood next to the barbeque. Each with a burger in one hand and their respective drinks in the other. They almost looked like father and son when they stood side by side, laughing over whatever joke they had heard. Athena could still see the way Bobby had smiled with tears in his eyes when they found out Evan had proposed to (Y/n).

This was the boy who had easily wormed his way into Bobby's heart and became a son to him. When they got married, it was just another reason for Bobby to look at Evan and see a son in him.

"Did you find (Y/n)?" Evan put his burger back down on his plate and swiped his hand up and down his jeans to rid any crumbs or sauce. He had already been told by Chris that he had sauce around his mouth two minutes ago.

"I did…" Evan didn't like the way Athena moved closer to them and lowered her voice almost suspiciously. "She's not feeling well, I think we might need to take her to a doctor."

"A doctor? W-"

"Where is she?" Evan slammed his beer bottle down on the side of the barbeque and turned to bolt even before Athena told him where his wife was. He knew she had been gone too long. He knew he should have gone looking for her to make sure she was okay. He suspected something wasn't right when she kept fidgeting all day and tried to pass it off as feeling tired.

He could feel Bobby's hand on his shoulder when they followed Athena inside like they were part of her team at work, acting as her back up going into a bad situation. They followed her inside, past May and her friends taking photos in the corner and disappeared round the corner until the boys realised (Y/n) had to be in the bathroom.

Athena bit back a huff when Evan bypassed her, almost pushing her back so he could get into the bathroom first like it was a race, but she didn't say anything. She couldn't blame him.

"Baby, baby what's going on?" Evan plonked himself down on the edge of the bathtub, gripping the sides when he almost slid back into the tub. He arched his knees out and hunched his shoulders forward. He reached his left hand out to rub up and down (Y/n)'s back, feeling one of his many nerves calm down somewhat when (Y/n) let her head flop onto his knee.

One of her hands clenched into her thigh while her other arm wrapped around the back of Evan's leg so she could tuck herself up against him.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Bobby knelt down in front of her and stretched a hand out to rub up and down her arm. He could feel Athena standing behind him with her hand on his shoulder and it felt like they were having some weird, secret meeting in his bathroom.

"She's had a bit of blood and cramps… if you two want to take her to get checked over I'll stay and keep an eye on the party." Athena could see that (Y/n) didn't want to make a fuss and she wouldn't want the party to stop or pause if she and Evan had to leave.

Evan couldn't drive, he didn't have the jeep and he'd been drinking which meant Bobby would need to take them. And Athena knew her husband wouldn't stay home at the party if his daughter wasn't well, he would want to be with her and make sure she was okay.

"We'll take you sweetheart, you'll be fine."

"Come on baby, let's get you up."

Crouching behind her, Evan slipped his hands beneath her arms ready to lift her up because he could see she was in no state to get up and possibly not even walk like this. He felt her right arm reach up and curl around the back of his neck, trying to both hold onto him and give them each some reassurance. He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and pressed a gentle kiss there while Bobby firmly held her free hand and her elbow to help lift her up.

(Y/n) let most of her weight fall back onto Evan and he lifted her up with ease, holding her back up against his chest as his chin pressed down into her shoulder. His hands slid down to wrap around her middle, resting on her stomach that was still tense and shifting from the twins movements. And he pressed his elbows into her waist to keep her upright and make sure he had most of her weight for her.

He tried to walk her forwards with Bobby on their left for added support and Athena in front of them, ready to shield them so they didn't gain much unwanted attention. But Evan stopped dead when (Y/n)'s knees bent and she slid down an inch or two.

"Woah, baby, hey it's okay-"

"No, no Evan," Her voice trembled and her fingers momentairely dug into the back of Evan's neck so tightly he was sure she had drawn blood and left indents in his skin. But then her hand was gone from his neck and she slid down him even further until he had to dig his hands into her skin to hold her properly.

(Y/n) tightened her left hand around her dad's while her right hand started to tremble and rubbed between her thighs. She slowly pulled her hand away from her legs, letting out a bubbling cry when she saw blood drenching her palm.

She was bleeding again.

When Evan's eyes locked on her hand that was held out for them all to see, he lifted his head from her shoulder. His pupils blew wide, looking between Athena and Bobby who stood paralysed with raised brows and parted yet silent lips.

"Sweetheart, it's alright. This is just a little complication and it could be nothing serious. Let's get you in the car and take you to a doctor, okay?" Bobby's voice was oddly soothing and his tone was one Evan recognised. It was how he talked to patients when they were out on the job.

It was the voice he used to calm down kids when their parents were in accidents or parents when they were hurt and separated from their children.

And he was right. She was having twins, that doubled the risk for complications and illnesses and problems arising. So far (Y/n) had only suffered with very prolonged morning sickness. This might just be a complication they had to work through, she might be overdoing things and need to go on bed rest. It could very well be nothing serious and Bobby saw no need to panic until they knew exactly what was happening.

***

"You've had a placental abruption, the placenta has moved quite far down and caused the bleeding."

(Y/n) looked between her dad and her husband, wishing she could stop trembling but she had been shaking since the moment they got in the car.

"So how do you treat that?" Evan didn't know what that meant. None of the calls he had been on had ever had this occur and he wasn't a paramedic, he hadn't trained for anything like this. Nor had he ever trained to be a doctor like Hen. This was all new to Evan and he didn't like it.

He stood at (Y/n)'s side, both arms folded over his chest and his thumb pressed against his lips as he bit down and started to peel away a layer of skin. He could feel (Y/n)'s hand gripping his jean pocket to try and ground herself and keep some sense of control that was slipping away from them both.

Evan couldn't see how Bobby could sit there and look so calm. He had his hands clasped together, his elbows resting on his knees and his chin propped up on his hands. All he needed was his rosary and he would look like he was praying in church. He hadn't uttered a word since they arrived.

"We induce labour."

"What?!"

"No, no you can't do that- Evan," The way (Y/n)'s pleading eyes looked up at him made him quiver and he could feel tears burning in the corner of his eyes.

"We're only… what, thirty one weeks? You can't make her go into labour now it's way too early,"

It wouldn't be safe to make (Y/n) go into labour now, surely there was something else they could do to help them. Couldn't they keep (Y/n) in hospital for observation? Put her on bed rest? Give her some medication to stop the bleeding and keep a check on the twins? Surely waiting another few weeks would be safer than having them now.

"The placenta's moved too much, the bleeding will only get worse the longer we wait and the babies will be distressed. Labour is your only safe option. They will be taken straight to the ICU, they will have a very good chance of being okay."

Her words were supposed to be comforting but they felt condescending.

Evan didn't want a good chance, he wanted a definite, one hundred percent chance of his twins being alright. This wasn't fair, what kind of choice were they being given? Give birth and maybe have the twins be okay or wait and lose them for sure.

"We can inject some steroids into their lungs now to speed up growth, and then give another dose once they're born so their breathing won't be affected."

Evan dropped his arms from his chest and moved down to grab (Y/n)'s hand, coiling her hand up until it was pressed against his lips. He could feel his breathing running away from him and he felt like he was going to be sick.

He moved closer to the bed and tried to be out the midwife's way when a nurse entered the room with a medicine trolley. And Bobby stood to his feet on (Y/n)'s other side, taking her free hand when she started to tremble again. She didn't like needles. Two babies meant two injections.

"Okay, try and stay as still as you can, this is going to go into baby's lungs."

(Y/n) shook her head before she turned to the left and pressed her face into Evan's thigh, trying her best to tense up and become as still as if she were dead. She didn't want to see that needle because it was bigger than any injection she'd ever had to have before. She could feel Evan's free hand move to cup the back of her head and his fingers tangled into her hair, keeping he tucked up against him. While Bobby ran a hand up and down her arm, still holding her other hand so she couldn't move away or accidentally lash out when the pain started.

Evan's upper lip crinkled and he held his breath while the midwife held the sonogram in place to show baby A's chest, allowing the nurse to get the needle prepared and in the right place. He turned his attention to the monitor when (Y/n)'s breath shuddered through his jeans and she whimpered against him. It was suddenly so strange to see a thin white line appear on the screen and it looked horrid when the needle pressed into his baby's lungs.

They shouldn't have to go through this, none of them. It wasn't right. Evan thought they would have another month, maybe even two before they had to think about premature labour. Everything had been going so well until now.

The second injection made (Y/n)'s shoulders pull inwards and she could feel her stomach churning as bile rose at the back of her throat.

They were going to make her have her babies now. The twins weren't going to be safe anymore, they would be in danger. They might not be okay.

***

She wanted it all to stop. She wanted to go back home and be wrapped up in bed with Evan and forget this was happening. (Y/n) was supposed to have weeks to prepare herself mentally and physically for this and all she had were a few measly hours to get ready.

Her nails dug into Evan's arm that was wrapped around her front and she leaned forward, feeling Evan's chest pressing up into her back like he was trying to merge them together. His lips smothered her burning neck and she could feel him smiling into her skin when the nurse finally spoke.

"Baby A is a little girl."

His bet was starting to pay off already, their first baby was a girl just like Evan had predicted. And (Y/n) could feel him muttering something into her neck but she couldn't hear him over the pounding of her pulse throbbing in her ears. The next baby would be the tie breaker, if it was a girl, Evan was right. If it was a boy, Bobby would be right.

"Baby B is ready, lets have another push (Y/n)."

(Y/n) tensed her knees a little more and lifted them closer to her stomach as if it would give her more momentum when she pushed. She had been sick twice since they gave her an injection to push her into labour and she could feel her stomach churning again.

"You're doing great sweetheart," Bobby smoothed her hair behind her ear and leaned forward to kiss her temple.

He had called Athena to let her know what was happening and that he was staying when both Evan and his daughter pleaded with him not to go anywhere. They didn't want to be doing this alone. Athena was supposed to be here, she was (Y/n)'s other birthing partner besides Evan and right now, they needed all the support and faith they could get.

"Is s-she okay?" (Y/n) opened her eyes enough to look up at her dad who hadn't sat down for the last hour or so. He was stood at the side of the bed, gripping her hand so tightly she couldn't feel her fingers anymore while Evan was sat behind her on the bed.

"She's alright sweetheart, their cleaning her up. Come on, almost there now." His thumb brushed across her cheek as he briefly glanced across the other side of the room.

No one had heard a cry yet, but they weren't exactly expecting one right now. Her airways were being cleared and she was being cleaned up and looked after. Bobby could see the nurse extracting fluids from his granddaughter's lungs but she wasn't panicking or going through methods to get her to breathe which was a very good sign.

“Shoulders are born, keep pushing and they will be here in no time. We’re almost there, just keep doing little breaths now.”

Over the past few months (Y/n) had imagined and dreamt of this moment, part of her had even been prepared for a C-section since the midwife said it was a possibility with twins. But now it felt like all her energy had gone and she had nothing left to give to her second baby. And they weren't even fully developed yet which meant they were much smaller than they would be if she were going through labour in a few months.

Their twins were going to be tiny compared to what they should be.

"I love you so much,"

Her fingers squeezed Evan's arm and she tilted her head back enough to kiss his cheek as a round of tremors rattled through her and made Evan shake behind her.

She could feel their second baby, small, motionless and helpless between her legs. They were smaller than they should have been and it made it quicker to push but (Y/n) hated it and the thought made her scream harder.

Her chin pressed down into her chest and she bit down on her lip as she let out a scream with the last push. Her head dropped back onto Evan's shoulder and she let herself go limp in his arms, seeing stars before her eyes and air pumping into her head that was going to explode. Breathing was now a struggle, her lungs were maxed out and she couldn't gain back enough air to keep her body working.

She didn't realise she was crying until she felt Evan's lips pressing to the top of her head and he started to sway them side to side to soothe her and calm her down.

"Another girl,"

"I knew it! What did I tell you, hm?" (Y/n)'s cries turned into breathless gasps and she managed a smile at Evan's words. He pressed repeated kisses to the side of her head and rubbed his nose against her cheek, squeezing her sides tight.

"W-where… where are they going?"

"Nurse is taking them down to the ICU to get them stabalised and give them more steroids. Once you are all taken care of, you can go down to visit them."

"No, n- dad, dad please?" (Y/n) tugged on her dad's hand, pulling him closer until he almost fell down on the bed with them.

"I'll go with them until you can go see them, they're gonna be just fine don't you worry." His arm curved around her back and his other hand pressed to her chin so he could kiss the top of her head. He smiled into her hair as tears streaked down his face. He would gladly follow his granddaughters and keep watch over them until his daughter was well enough to see them. He kissed her head again before his eyes locked with Evan. "Look after her."

Evan nodded blindly, pulling (Y/n) closer into his chest as he watched Bobby wipe his eyes on the back of his sleeve as he moved to open the door. He waited patiently for two nurses to rush out the room with his two granddaughters, then he followed swiftly behind them. Bobby wouldn't let them out of his sight, he would hover like a guardian angel and report back to the couple if anything changed.

"Our girls will be fine baby, just you wait and see."

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Hey congratulations🤩🤩, Steven Grant with 24&9

.⋆｡Dear Professor｡⋆.

Steven Grant x plus size reader

When Steven finally gets a job as a tour guide for the British Museum, you decide you need to celebrate him.

Warnings: established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, chair sex, little bit of role-play, oral (m receiving), praise

WC: 589

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

Knock knock.

Steven looked up from his new work schedule to see you leaning against the pillar, fist resting against the dark wood, in front of his desk. Confused, he pushed his reading back up his large nose and suddenly the breath was knocked from his lungs. 

You were wearing an absolutely tiny pleated skirt that did little more than cover the very top of your plump thighs and a white button-up with one of his ties. Steven swallowed thickly. “Wha-what are you doing love?”

You smirked and pulled at the tie around your neck. “Oh professor, I'm willing to do anything for some extra credit.” You cooed, your voice dropping to a sultry tone that made your partner freeze with arousal. 

Your wide hips swung sensually as you walked around to the other side of his cluttered desk to stand between his legs. “I know I’ve missed a few assignments but I’m willing to put in some real work to make it up to you.” Steven was barely even breathing as you kneeled before him, your hands slipping up his khaki pants to rest just centimetres from his growing cock.

“I-I.” Was all he could manage to get out before he began to whine. You winked at him and rocked up onto your knees. You placed a gentle kiss to his bulge and then took his fly between your teeth, slowly pulling it down. 

His cock springs free, slapping against his still clothed belly, leaving a small wet spot on the dark fabric. You nosed at his hot length, licking at the few veins that snaked up to his now purple tip. “Mmm professor.” You hummed. Steve bucked in your hold, desperately trying to get some much needed friction.

“P-please love, please.” He begged, fingers curling into a tight fist. He fought the urge to push your sweet mouth down onto his cock even if you were teasing him so cruelly. You smirked wickedly before finally putting him out of his misery.

Your lips closed around his tip, the delectably salty taste of his pre-cum exploding on your tongue. Steven let out a beautiful moan, his voice rising in pitch as his head fell back between his shoulders. Slowly, you swallowed down even more of him until your nose was pressed against the thick thatch of hair at the base of his pelvis.

“Holy- I- Oh by the gods.” His eyes cracked open and then immediately slammed shut. You were too beautiful, too sexy on your knees before him. The sight alone was enough to rocket him to his end and he really wanted to make this last. “That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.” You moaned, your plump thighs pressed together to bring relief to your own aching sex. 

Unable to take it anymore, you pulled off his cock and immediately straddled his strong thighs, not even giving his length time to get cold before he was notched at your entrance and you were sinking down onto him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth, his hands coming up to grip at your plush hips beneath the skirt.  You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you began to bounce atop him.

You pressed your lips right behind his ear. “I’m so proud of you baby, you deserve this promotion, you deserve to do what you love.” His cock twitched wildly within you, the praise going right to his head- both of them. “Now let me spoil you my love.”

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As Luck Would Have It

A/N: HELLO IM BACK??? AND WITH PETER B. PARKER SMUT??? Crazy, wild. lol. After MONTHS of not writing anything, I give you this.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker x Assassin!Reader

Summary: Your husband is Spider-Man. You're an assassin and he doesn't know. However, while it does complicate things, you try to keep him safe from your boss. Unfortunately, complications arise.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, oral (f receiving), biting, fingering, Peter has a Daddy Kink, very light choking, light angst

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The morning light pours into yours and Peter’s bedroom making you beat your first alarm of the day. You groan slightly into your pillow, prepared to get up and start your day. There’s a lot to do today since you have to run over to-

“Uh uh. Stay.” Your husband, Peter’s, warm hands pull you toward his even warmer frame, engulfing you. 

You lean back a little bit to give him a sleepy kiss with a chuckle. “Got too much to do, babe. I’m sorry.” 

“Nope. You don’t. I said so.” He grins into your neck, breathing you in.

“So clingy.” You playfully roll your eyes.

“Don’t forget about bossy.” He kisses your bare shoulder. 

“Ah, yeah. Definitely can’t forget that one.” You laugh. 

“How about I give you incentive to stay?” Peter whispers hotly against your ear. 

You can’t help but bite your lip. “What kind of incentive?”

“The kind where I make you cum 3 times on my face before I fuck you into this bed.” He bites your earlobe, his fingers already starting to trail dangerously low toward your panties. “Would that be okay?” 

“Y-yeah… Pete… I think that would be more than-” You start to agree before Peter’s other hand pulls your face toward his own and he slides his fingers down to tease your already wet folds. “Fuck…” 

He growls into the kiss. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me already. So needy, aren’t you?”

You nod, a little pathetically you might add, against his face as he starts to kiss you again. To anyone else, Peter seems so goofy and like he wouldn’t be a very dominant type. But he never ceases to surprise you. 

“Tell daddy how bad you want it.” He whispers against your lips, holding your throat softly. 

The moment you try to tell him how badly you need him, to be full of him, he slips a long slender finger into you and you can’t help the whine that escapes your lips. He smirks against your lips as he pulls his fingers out just to push them back in repeatedly until you’re begging for more.

“T-tongue…” You beg, breathlessly. 

He chuckles darkly. “That’s not how you ask for things, is it baby?” 

“P-please… Peter…” You grind down against his hand, begging for any sort of friction, needing that release.

He curls his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you and you buck against his hands sharply. 

“Please what?” He asks, clearly enjoying this way too much. 

You look up at him, eyes dark with lust for your husband. “Pl-please… use your tongue…” 

He chuckles and kisses your temple. “Good girl.”

Peter slides his finger out of you and moves down your body as you settle against the pillows. He slips your panties down your legs, tosses them to the floor, and then bites the inside of your thigh making your back arch up away from him. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. 

He moans at the sight of your bare cunt and looks up at you, making eye contact as he starts to lick a long stripe up your folds.

“Fuck… Pete…” You whimper, your hand flying to his hair to anchor yourself to him. 

He groans against your warmth as your grip in his hair tightens. Unable to help it, you smirk down at him. He shoots you a wink and your whole body goes ablaze. 

After all this time together, you’re still incredibly hot for each other. After meeting in college and being married for almost 10 years, you truly can’t get enough of each other. He’s your best friend and you’re his. 

Peter’s tongue finds your clit and you grip his hair again, making him growl as he tightens his grip on your thighs so rough, you’re sure to bruise. 

“Fuck that’s so good.” You moan. 

Unfortunately, the sound of your phone ringing, specifically the tone that you have for your boss, starts to ring out into the room, immediately killing the mood. 

“God, he’s the fucking worst.” Peter groans into your thigh, resting his cheek against it, looking up at you.

You shrug, breathlessly. “I know, I know… I’m sorry…” 

You lean over toward your nightstand and pull your phone off the charger and answer your boss. 

“Hello?” 

“I need you here. Now.” His deep voice demands. 

You know you can’t say no. 

“On it.” You reply and he hangs up.

Peter lets go of you and moves back up toward his side of the bed. He still thinks you work in publishing, because if he knew the real you… he probably wouldn’t love you anymore. And you’ve been doing everything you possibly can to protect him from your boss. So far, you’ve been lucky.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss him on the cheek and get up, quickly getting dressed. 

“It’s okay. Let me know if you’ll be home for dinner and I’ll go pick us something up.” He gets up and comes to kiss you on the lips.

“I love you, you know that?” You look up at him, smiling.

“Duh.” He winks.

You roll your eyes, smirking. He always seems to keep a good attitude about things when your boss makes you come in at all hours. Today, though, you thought you weren’t going to be needed. Biggest downside to being too good at your job, you suppose. 

You finish getting ready and then give Peter one more kiss and leave the house, getting on your motorcycle that Peter keeps begging you to sell so you guys can get a Prius (not happening). 

As you speed into the city, toward Fisk tower, traffic and the weather luckily seem to be on your side today and you make it there in record time. 

When you park your bike in front of the building, the doorman, Harold, greets you just like he does every morning. Despite working for such a morally questionable man, he and his wife are the sweetest people.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He smiles. 

“Hi, Harold. How’s Caroline?” You ask as you hold your helmet in one hand. 

“She’s good. She says hello and that you need to come by for dinner soon.” He playfully scolds you.

“If Fisk lets me have a day off, I promise to take you guys up on that.” You wink and walk into the building, toward the glass elevators, hitting the top button so that it takes you straight to Fisk himself.

You look out at the city, missing Peter already, just like you always do. You can’t stop thinking about the way he reacted when you pulled his hair. 

Ugh. Get it together. You know better than to think of Peter here. 

Before the golden elevator doors even open, you can hear Fisk shouting at someone on the phone. 

Great… 

The doors open and Fisk looks up at you. 

“Sir.” You nod. 

“Do I look like a fucking idiot?” He points at you.

You shake your head. “No, why?”

He shakes his own head, pacing back and forth.

“Osborn seems to think so. He’s lucky I haven’t had him taken care of yet…” 

You’re waiting for Fisk to get on with his point, hoping he’ll make it there soon. You know better than to interrupt him when he’s fuming like this. 

“He can’t get a grip… he’s becoming a loose end. Go threaten him. Make him shit his pants if you have to.”

The Green Goblin… that’s who he’s sending you up against. You’re an assassin… You’re not equipped to go up against that.

“Sir, I’m not-” You start to voice your concerns.

Fisk’s head shoots up, staring at you. “Take some of the guys with you if you have to. Believe it or not, Norman is sweet on you.”

Jesus… The way he says it, he almost seems amused.

“Right. Okay.” You nod and head down to the garage to rally up some of the guys, deciding to take two of the SUVs. 

“We’re going to pay Osborn a visit.” You tell Johnny, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice. 

“Oh great…” Johnny whistles and rallies up 8 other guys.

You hop in the front passenger seat of Johnny’s SUV. It’s a quiet ride to Osborn’s apartment. You’re trying to figure out what you’re going to say to a man who seems like he’s on the verge of killing an entire city almost any chance he gets. 

The ride goes by quicker than you’d like and you hop out when Johnny pulls up to the front of Norman’s building. They all wait for your signal. 

“I’ll go in, try to talk him down. You guys be out in the hall ready to strike if you hear any signs of trouble.” You tell them. 

They all nod and you head up toward the top floor of Osborn’s, your gun is in the inside of your black leather jacket along with a few daggers. It’s usually all you need. But this… this makes you nervous. 

As you get to the door, you knock on the front door and find it's already open. Maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t be home. 

A crash comes from somewhere in the apartment. No, you didn’t think you’d be that lucky. The guys all raise their guns, ready.

“Norm?” You call out into the apartment. “You okay?”

You hear loud clattering and walk back to the source of it, finding Norman skittering around his lab, mumbling to himself angrily. 

“N-Norm?” You say, in the doorway, prepared to grab your gun if you need to.

Norman Osborn looks up at you. His demeanor relaxes when he sees you but his eyes stay angry. 

“Kingpin sent you to kill me, didn’t he?” He chuckles humorlessly. 

You shake your head. “Just to talk.”

The quick change in his face says that was the wrong thing to say and the hair on your neck stands. 

“DON’T LIE TO ME! HE WANTS TO TAKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK! MY WORK!” He screams at you. 

He starts to throw shit around, picking up a desk like it weighs nothing and sending it soaring into the window and down below. You hear a car alarm go off and you just know that one of the SUVs was hit. 

“Norm, please-” You start to cautiously approach him. “All you have to do is-”

“Don’t tell me what I have to do!” He shouts, turning green. 

You put your hands up in surrender, nodding. ���Okay, okay.”

All you wanted was a relaxing day with Peter… that’s all you fucking wanted. 

Norman starts to throw more shit out the window and you start to think you’re going to need the backup when as luck would have it, a long white line flies in front of you toward Norman and you recognize it instantly as web fluid.

“Fuck me.” You whisper-shout as you get down, hiding behind the wall. 

You’ve done so good about not having any run-ins with your husband, AKA Spider-Man. Today really is not your lucky day. 

You try your best to scurry out, heading out to the street and around the back alley where the SUVs pull up and you quickly hop in the first one, finding Johnny in the driver’s seat.

“Fucking Spider-Man…” Johnny shakes his head as he drives.

“Let’s get out of here. We aren’t prepared to deal with Goblin and the Spider.” You tell him.

You look out the window as you head back to Fisk Tower, trying to figure out what you’re going to say or do. Fisk is not going to be happy. You failed… which means you’re going to suffer the consequences one way or another. 

Taking the elevator back up to your boss’ office on the top floor, the knot in your stomach twists and turns. You quickly shoot Peter a quick text to let him know you love him, just in case. Hopefully he sees it after he’s done dealing with Osborn. 

When the doors open, Fisk is already waiting with his arms crossed, in his seat at his desk. He really knows how to command a room with that glare of his.

“Sir, I-” You start. 

“Failed.” He states, finishing your sentence as he sees fit. No questions about it.

You nod. “There were… complications.”

“I know. Spider-Man showed up.” He stares at you.

Shit. 

“Take care of him.” 

“Sir?” 

He stands up. “Kill the Spider-Man.” 

Your blood runs ice cold. 

“Because if you don’t…” He walks around his desk, stalking toward you like you’re prey. “You’ll be the one who’s taken care of if not. Got it?” 

He’s still staring down at you and for once in your life, you truly feel small. But not because of the large man towering over you. Because of the danger you’ve put you and your husband in.

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for drabble night- which i am so excited for, by the way!! you're a marvelous writer and one of my top favorite bucky writers- my personal favorite trope is oblivious idiots to lovers (like the love is requited but they're just idiots)

dialogue prompt: “I’m too good for revenge.” “Well I’m not. Give me the gun.” - from anon pairing: bucky x reader word count: 1.4k warnings (provided by @jessalyn-jpeg): idiots to lovers, mutual pining, shouted love confessions, (and warnings from me ->) past torture, descriptions of blood, canon level violence, sorry I made this so dark??? a/n: guess who already broke the 1k rule!!! but hey I loved this one and Im a little sad it's a drabble and not a monster fic. it may not be idiots per say, but definitely two people who love each other who havent admitted it yet and are scared of what it means

A man withered on the ground at your feet, scrambling along the prodding edges of crumbled concrete. Crawling as blood streaked in his wake. This man – this monster – you'd been chasing for weeks was reduced to a helpless, crying mess as you towered over him. His hands shook as they shielded his face, tears streaking over his cheeks. This time, you held the power. You held the leverage. He wasn’t so scary without the table of surgical tools at his disposal – your blood stained upon his hands and a maniacal grin upon his lips.

You didn’t know his name. He was only ever ‘the Doctor’ when you spoke of him in your head. You’d only uttered the phrase once since the team rescued you from his basement two months ago and even then, it had tasted of venom. He haunted you in your sleep, followed you in the shadows of every room, drew screams as he pleased even when he could no longer touch you. Safety was not a luxury you could afford – not after what he’d done to you.

Bucky was your only reprieve. A broken man who had found the pieces of himself again – who had offered pieces of himself to you to soothe the mess you’d become with gauze and tape. It was his arms you woke in when your throat was burning raw, his voice lulling you back to sleep, his hands that had taught you peace again.

Bucky saved what his man destroyed.

“P-please,” the Doctor begged, his trembling hands reaching out for the toe of your boot – like a peasant before a king. You flinched before he could touch you. His back pressed against the wall. There was nowhere else for him to go. You flexed the gun at the end of your grip.

“You ruined me,” you spat, barely able to taste the words as they left your tongue. They did not sound like your own. “You expect me to grant you mercy?”

It only made the man sob harder. He was struggling to breathe – hyperventilating between sobs as his hands curled tight against his chest. Pathetic. Weak. Certainly not the type of man who could orchestrate the kidnapping of an avenger without help. He was sick and twisted and evil down to his bones, but he was not the mastermind behind your abduction. He was the executioner.

“D-don’t kill me,” he whimpered, bowing his forehead to the ground. “Y-you’re an Avenger. You wouldn’t.”

You had every intent to put a bullet through this man’s chest the moment you laid eyes on him again. You’d expected to be afraid, to see the surgical mask over his mouth and the cold, dead look in his eyes. You’d expected him to lunge at you with the scalpel and add to the array of scars he’d drawn upon your body. You’d expected violence from the psychopath you knew him to be.

Instead – you found this trembling, frail man who could not manage the courage to meet your eye. It was only when you were chained and drugged that he felt powerful enough to torture an Avenger. You were disappointed.

“You’re not worth my soul.” Tears welled into your eyes as you stared down the monster who had taken residency within your nightmares. “I’m too good for revenge.”

“Well, I’m not,” Bucky’s voice growled from the edge of the room. He stalked across the floor of the basement, his boots stepping over the stain of dried blood you’d left behind months earlier. His expression was cold, unemotive. The plates of his left arm whirled as he clenched his fist. “Give me the gun.”

Bucky’s hand slid over yours, the gun falling slack in your hand. You parted your lips to tell him that justice was due, that there was still more at play than just the sick mind of the man crumbled at your feet. But the safety was already unlatched and Bucky unloaded the weapon into the Doctor. Blood trailed through the cracks in the floor until they touched your boots. The echo burned into your eardrums.

You gaped, stumbling a few steps back before Bucky could slide the gun back into the holster on your hip. He raised an eyebrow, concerned, but you couldn’t find any air inside your chest. Your gaze flickered back to the Doctor as his body slumped down the wall, sinking into the pool of his own blood. It would stain into the rock amongst your own.

Your stunned stare returned to Bucky as he gently reached a hand towards you. You slapped it away. “Why-- What did you—Why would you do that?”

Bucky stilled, his eyes narrowing. He retracted his hand, genuine confusion upon his features. “Are you serious?”

“We could have brought him in, Bucky!” You threw your arms in the air, pacing over the red stain at the center of the room. “We could have interrogated him! You saw him – he clearly isn’t working alone!”

“We don’t need him, Y/n, we can—”

“He’s a pawn! He deserves a hell of a lot worse than death but we needed him, Bucky!”

“No,” Bucky snapped. His face was growing red, his jaw clenching so tightly the muscle flexed beneath his stubble. “No — that monster should have been shot on sight! I don’t give a shit what he could have been useful for! He got what he deserved!”

“Dammit, Bucky! We’re right back where we started.” You pressed your hands to your eyes. Tears wiped at the edges of your palms – angry, frustrated tears. Helpless tears. A lump burned so terribly in your throat, you thought it might choke you.

“We’re not,” Bucky eased, trying to calm you though his own breathing was labored. “We killed the bastard who took you, Y/n. He’s dead now. He can’t hurt you again. It's a hell of a lot more than we had yesterday.”

“Not when the guy who’s making the calls is still out there!” you cried, shoving away his efforts to reach you, though he kept trying. “We were so close, Bucky! He would have talked!”

“You don’t know that! He could have been manipulating you!"

“He would have rolled over in a second!” you roared, fire and fury and agony coursing through your veins. “And you just—you threw that all away for—what? For revenge?!”

“For you!”

The moment the words left Bucky’s lips he held his breath. His boots carried him several steps back, putting space between you as if it might draw the words back from the air before they could touch you. The anger drained from your body, washing away in a matter of seconds. Bucky exhaled a tensed breath.

“I did it... for you,” Bucky repeated slowly, his voice dangerously quiet. “I couldn’t stand the idea of that monster living another second after what he did to you.”

You swallowed, though your throat was aired dry.

“I can hear you cry at night,” he confessed and your heart clenched. Slowly, Bucky lifted his gaze to you, blue eyes startling through the wash of tears. “I know what he did to you, Y/n. You don’t have to tell me, because I know. I know what it’s like to be stripped of your power, to be helpless. I know what that does to a person. You... You never should have had to know what that feels like, too. It would have lingered over your head, Y/n -- to have that monster in the compound with us. It would have driven you mad. So I did what I had to do. I won’t apologize for that.”

You stared at Bucky, lips parted. “Fury will be pissed.”

You didn’t know why you said that. Perhaps because you were too afraid of what Bucky was really saying – the meaning behind his actions. Why it tortured him to allow this man to live after what he did to you.

Bucky chuckled dryly. “Yeah, I suppose he will.”

Quietly, you inched closer to him, stepping over the wet bloods of crimson as it slithered along the floor. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressing to his chest. Bucky stilled for a moment, surprised, before his arms folded around you. It was warm in his embrace, safe. You listened to the gentle thumping of his heart as a hand circled sweetly over your spine.

And then, so quietly you knew only his advanced hearing could pick up, you muttered, “thank you,” against his chest.

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this is your reminder that on drabble night I'm barely reading this over after I write it instead of taking weeks to edit and draft and redraft lol so if there's mistakes or the quality is not on par, that is why

[tsukkiseasalt]

cake | k. tsukishima

warning: chubby reader,69 ,ass eating, facial, face riding, rimming, fingering, squirting, anal, dirty talk

“happy birthday toooooo youuuuuuu.” tsuki sang lightly, bright smile beaming on his face.

“thank you so much honey.” you say pecking him on the lips lightly. “anything for my sweetheart.” he mutters arm wrapping lazily around your waist as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“how many pieces of cake would you like?” you ask teaching for a plate.

“i’m gonna wait a little bit longer for cake, im craving something else actually.” he whispers into your hair.

a small frown forms on your face, “i told you if you wanted to get ice cream we could have just had that we didn’t have to get cake honey.”

“no, no it’s not that baby. i was just saying that i’d rather eat this cake.” he mumbles lowly, hand traveling down to you ass.

blushing you let out a whine,“tsuki, stop.”

“but babe i have to give you your present.” he groans grinding his now hard length against you. “it just wouldn’t be right if i didn’t.”

shakily you exhale feeling your cunt begin to pulse at the sensation of him against you.

“so, may i?” he questions nibbling at your neck. a whine was all you could muster as you hesitantly nodded. immediately he fell onto his knees hands shooting up to pull your shorts down.

“no underwear?” he mumbled teeth sinking into the flesh of your left cheek. a loud yelp escaped your mouth at the unexpected feeling. “tsuki, don’t be a tease.” you pleaded bending over a little more. you could practically feel the smirk on his face.

“needy little thing aren’t we.” he said as a slender finger went up and rubbed between your folds. a lewd growl came from him as your wetness engulfed the digit almost immediately. now wasting no time he dove straight in with his tongue letting it run flat between your folds.

“f-fuck.” you stammered out head falling into your hands as you instinctively spread your legs even more. moans flowed out of you whilst he inserted two fingers in you thrusting them relentlessly. you felt the familiar sensation of your orgasm build deep within you as he sucked you into his mouth.

“t-tsuki, i-im gonna cum, tsuki.” you wailed reaching back to push him away from you. your efforts were without avail though as he sucked even harder and curled his fingers inside of you hitting your g-spot. with a scream you squirted all over his face. removing his fingers from inside of you he opened his mouth in hopes to catch some of your juices.

“delicious, absolutely wonderful.” he moans sucking the remaining juices from his fingers. without warning you feel him lick your pucker. “fuck baby i wanna be buried in this fat ass.” he groans licking a long stripe up your ass. you feel his finger begin to circle your hole before finally pushing past the tense muscles. “gonna fill this ass up though, i wanna feel this juicy ass of your bounce on daddy’s cock, but first i gotta get you good and opened up.” he says lowly.

his hands stroke his own cock as he licks your hole. he had been yearning for this moment so long, always frightened to ever ask you though in fear that you’d think it was too taboo. he was delighted when he found you laying on your back thick plastic cock in your ass as you’d moaned obscenities of how good tsuki felt and how you loved how his cock fit oh so well into your tight little ass. ever since that faithful day every time he got hard he’d just imagine him filling your ass full of him.

you let a loud whine out when he removed both his finger and lips from your hole. “daddy.” you pout as he lays down underneath you cock now fully out as he strokes himself. “ride my face baby.” he moans lowly, eyes hazy with lust. “i want this big ass bouncing on my face.”

“ok daddy.” you say turning around and lowering yourself onto him keeping most of your weight concentrated on your hands. grabbing your hips he pulls you all the way down onto his his tongue diving into your now puckered hole. “fuck, tsuki right there baby.” you moan grinding down onto him. you watch as he bucks his fist. you bend down and take his tip into your mouth circling your tongue around the leaking slit. you feel him groan into you, vibrations causing your hips to shudder. you take him fully into your mouth and he begins to buck up into your mouth. you groan around his cock as your hands move down to play with his balls kneading them light.

“fuck baby.” he moans as he inserts another finger into your ass scissoring them around. pulling off of his cock a mixture of spit and precum drip from your lips as you sit up fully and begin grinding yourself fully against his face. you stroke his cock with your both of your hands twisting and swirling them swiftly. his tongue dives in and out of you savoring all of the sweetness you are producing.

“oh daddy, you feel so good like this. i knew you loved all this ass since i caught you being a dirty old perv and peeping in on me.” you moan words catching him off gaurd. “i seen you standing at the door stroking your cock as you watched me fuck my ass. who knew would would like filthy stuff like that.” you groaned another orgasm fast approaching. “and now i’m gonna cum on your face again.” you moan bouncing your ass onto his tongue.

your toes curled and you squirted again with a loud scream, but his actions did not waiver. instead he increased his speed.

your body now felt limp and spent and you were so overwhelmed you began to cry. “tsuki, please.” you begged. “fill me up. i wanna be full of you.”

the words struck a nerve seeing as to how he hurriedly flipped you over to where your back was now against the cold, slick ground and with little effort he aligned himself with you and sunk into your ass with little effort.

“so fucking tight.” he mumbled large hands gripping at your love handles. he wasted no time before he began thrusting roughly into you. he couldn’t help but marvel at the wonderful feeling of you gripping him.

“harder daddy.” you mewl arching your back and pushing your ass further back onto him.

moving a hand up to grip your hair he growled and he thrusted into you without remorse. his balls slapping against your bare cunt was enough to send you over edge for a final time before you collapse beneath him to which he just wrapped both long arms around your midsection and thrust into your heat widely chasing his own orgasm.

“yeah i’m gonna fill your ass up all nice and full baby. gonna breed you just how you like it.” he groaned slamming into a final time. his hips shuddered as he spurted his seed deep into your walls.

exhausted he fell onto you, breath heavy and sweat clinging to him. he smiled as he place a kiss on your forehead. “you’re so beautiful.”

blushing you look away slightly embarrassed, “thank you.” laying his head onto your bust he began to idly trace onto your stomach.

“can we eat cake now?” you ask stomach growling.

you feel him smile against your stomach. “i guess i can go for two servings today.”

hiii:))) yesterday was my birthday so i wrote this cause i love me some tsuki-poo. & i think i’m gonna start taking request too. as always feedback is always appreciated. enjoy ur day luvs <3

[hansolmates]

tingle (m)

summary; your super hot, super sexy tattoo artist manages to catch you off guard mid-session. at least his touch keeps the pain off your mind. pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f) genre/warnings; sexual tension, im tellin u being naked in front of your tattoo artist is something, pining, roleplay, soft dom!jk, descriptions of tattooing needles and the pain associated with it, rough language, man bun koo, really tender n slow lovin, mc has nice soft squishy boobies, heeavvyyy use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 1.3k a/n; we’ve unleashed tattoo artist!koo. it’s time. based on this hellpost that won’t leave my mind. first drabble for cami’s 7k share tyty

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When he touches your bare breast, he’s injecting more than just ink in your skin. 

By any means, this isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve gotten tattoos before, in fact you remember how it took months for you to just let your mind kindly shut the fuck up so you could finally pick something out. You realized back then that there would never be a perfect placement or meaningful design that you had to cling to in order to get it done. Sometimes you have to do things simply because it feels right. 

Yet lying down on the leather bed, petal-covered tits out and free to grab (and he does, for leverage) you feel like a tattoo newbie as he angles the needle into your skin.

Jungkook’s fast and quick, they say. It’s why you chose him for this particular piece, a blooming lily in three parts, from a bud to a bloom that starts from the bottom of your sternum to the tops of your breasts. You’ve heard stories about how the sternum is the most painful area to ink, but you’ve had this idea in mind for literal years and you still haven’t been able to shake it off. You remember how badly you wanted to kiss him after seeing how beautiful the design looked on his iPad, but for the sake of professionalism you simply nodded your head and said you loved it. You’re sure it’s highly inappropriate to lay one on your tattoo artist for just doing their job. 

You wish you could see the ink as he’s working, but at the same time you’re excited to see the final project once it’s completely done. The only thing you can stare at is his face, dark brows furrowed in concentration as he scrutinizes every centimeter of his available space, making sure the shading is perfect as he goes in with his magnum. His eyes are bright and clear despite being in the shadows as he bends over your form, and the tips of his long hair wink against your vision as they pull out of his messy bun. 

“This part’s gonna hurt the most,” Jungkook mumbles more to himself than you, seemingly in a trance as he lifts his needle from the finished bud. The half-bloom sits right at the middle, and when he presses his finger in the spot you try not to visibly wince. The bone’s right there and you’ve already shed a couple tears from the first half hour. 

“I’ll try not to squirm,” you steel yourself, curling your toes as you prepare for the next round of needling. 

“Oh don’t worry, if you squirm I’ll just pin you down.” 

You could swear Jungkook’s squishes your breast a little firmer as he says that, but you chalk it up to him going back in and needing to move it around to touch up the inked bud. It’s not like he’ll fuck you on this table, the pain must be making you some kind of delusional if you’re fantasizing about your tattoo artist.  

Five minutes later he nicks you in a particularly sensitive spot, and you wince. You can’t help but shift away, kicking your legs. He's by his words, and Jungkook’s hand unflinchingly clamps down on your breast, pushing you into the leather. From the corner of your eye, you see the way your skin bubbles between Jungkook’s inked fingers, the fat from your breast practically spilling over his knuckles. 

Neither of you say anything as he switches needles, opting for a thinner one in order to start the illustration. 

Once the sharp metal pricks your skin, you exhale. Your eyes open slightly to see a thin smile veiled onto Jungkook’s petal pink lips. 

“Good girl,” it rolls off his tongue like honey and butter, and you have to clench your thighs and press every centimeter of your body to the table in order to not flip your shit. 

It hurts, obviously. The needle goes straight to your heart, akin to the heat that pools between your thighs as you repeat his praise over and over in your head. You feel your bones vibrate in your chest as he goes in, but you want to do well for him so you force yourself to stay put. 

You’re sure he means nothing by the nickname–or pet name in your dirty mind. Jungkook and all the other artists in Jamais Vu are known to be flirty when they want to. You’re sure he’s said that to dozens of other customers, considering his books are always full and his Instagram is filled with attractive men and women inked in the most intimate of areas. 

“You say that to all your customers?” you finally pull the question from your throat, Jungkook taking a wet paper towel to rub away the excess ink. You fight your contented sighs as the cold fabric soothes your burn. 

He hums, drifting away from your body to zoom in his perched iPad. “Only the cute ones,” he teases lightly, and you hold your breath for the rest of the appointment. 

Jungkook’s slow and steady. 

“Whoever did that tatt must be a freakin’ genius,” Jungkook says between pumps, tugging your right breast to the side to marvel at the finished work. The adhesive bandage gleams in the low light of your shared bedroom, due to the television displaying a muted version of My Hero Academia with all it’s vast explosions and super-powered rocket thrusters. 

The only thrusting you’re concentrating on however, is the tender, thick drag of Jungkook’s cock slipping in and out of your wet folds. 

“Y-yeah I guess,” you whimper when he swipes his thumb over the nipple, and his dips down to give your new flowers tiny, petal soft kisses, “the artist was trying to hit on me, though. I could’ve sworn he was trying to cop a feel during our session.” 

“What a loser,” he chuckles at the running joke, his large hand dipping to the edge of your tummy. He links pinkies with yours along the way, and the both of you moan at the vision of where you couple between each other’s thighs. Thrust for thrust, his dick bulges and bloats your tummy in a way that has him gleaming with want. “Did you tell him you have a loving, far more talented boyfriend?” 

“Ah, n-no,” it’s clearly the wrong answer, as Jungkook slips away from you and sits on his calves, thick golden thighs expanding tauntingly as he strokes his heady member right between your eyes.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he sighs, as if disappointed with your choices. 

“I am a good girl,” you whine, “your good girl.” 

“Then tell me what you’re really thinking.” 

Your teasing, sexy boyfriend makes no moves to touch you, pretending to be wrapped up in his own pleasure. His mouth parts, jaw slackening as his eyes flutter shut when the motion starts to increase in pace. 

“Mm, would’ve—would’ve let him fuck me on the tattoo bed if he asked,” you mentally beg for him to open your eyes and watch you, but you can’t wait. Your fingers travel across your stomach and down to sensitive bud, rubbing the slick pearl, “y-yes, really wanted him—no, I really wanted you to bend me over in front of everyone, Jungkook. P-please, I’m so good, l-let me cum–” 

Your ministrations stop as soon as Jungkook’s hand covers your own. He never got particularly rough, but his grip is firm as he replaces your hand with his own. His eyes are blown wide, his hand sticky with your combined arousals. 

“Stop moving,” he whispers in your ear, and you tamp the urge to cry when he pinches your clit,  “or else I’m gonna have to pin you down again.” 

[missdawnandherdusk]

Just A Kiss

Draco X Reader

Drabble Request: @gryffindors-weasley​: a first kiss with Draco

A/n: this is so cute, my lord. I don’t know where it came from but get ready for fluff and cuteness and ugggghhh. I’m also pretty sure that this is gender neutral but don't hold me to it if it isn’t.  I love you all! Let me know what you think!

“This is stupid,” Draco muttered as I dragged him up to the Astrology tower in the dead on the night.

“No, it’s not,” I argued, grinning. “It’s not every day that Jupiter and Saturn align like this! And on Christmas no less!” I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled through my lips.

“Don’t see why that’s my problem,” He sulked as we entered the moonlit tower.

“Will you at least pretend to enjoy it?” A small pout fell on my lips as I took his hands, glancing up through my eyelashes.

“Fine, fine, let’s go see your Christmas star,” He dragged me to the nearest railing without my prompting, knowing exactly where it was in the sky. I caught the smile that played on his lips as we looked up at the stars.

“You’re excited about this as I am!” I accused, poking his side, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Am not!” He refuted, trying not to laugh further. “It’s late and cold and I’d rather be in bed right now dreaming of sugar plums,” He failed at scowling, the light in his eyes playing with the stars.

“I’m sure,” I rolled my eyes, standing at the railing again to watch the stars.

He came up behind me, wrapping me in his arms, his head atop of mine. I sought his warmth and leaned back into him, intertwining my gloved hands with his.

“Happy Christmas, darling” He murmured, warming me for another reason, from the inside. 

“Happy Christmas,” I turned, looking up at him.

His closeness caused my heart to patter in my chest, and my cheeks to flush red. Maybe he missed it from the cold that chilled our noses, or perhaps it was the same reason that he was flushed. I could see something in his eyes. Some sort of plan, a calculation. His eyes darted to mine, then to my lips and I had a good idea of what he was thinking.

We had been on this edge for a while. So close to a first kiss then one of us would back out, both too shy to act on it. But this was suddenly different. In the cold, not so white Christmas, under a planetary conjunction that only happened once every 800 years, it had to be different.

My tongue darted between my lips, pulling my bottom one back to catch between my teeth. Draco watched the entire action, his parted lips fanning my face with the warmth of his breath. Butterflies fluttered anxiously in my chest. The moment was suspended in forever.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” I blurted out, to both of our surprises. My eyes widened. “I—I only mean that—” I started to stammer out but not for long, because Draco found a pretty solid way to shut me up.

His lips pressed against mine, his hands cradling my face. I relaxed under his touch and the softness of his lips. I felt the chill of his nose against my cheek as we stood there under the Christmas star figuring out how to kiss. It was slow and languid. There was a pleasant twisting in my chest that begged for more. For warmth and him consuming every one of my senses. Pressed against him as one of his hands came to my waist holding me there, warmth spread through me from my toes to my fingertips.

We parted softly, just millimeters apart.

“Took you long enough,” I muttered playfully.

He laughed, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“I had to make sure it was perfect,” He noted, his gloved thumb stroking my cheek. “It’s not every day you get to do your first kiss,”

“So, you did want to see this star,” I grinned victoriously. “And you whined the entire way up here,”

“It wasn’t all about the star, love,” He mused. “But I knew you in the moonlight, pressed against me because it was cold, eyes shining like a kid on Christmas... it would be a moment I wouldn’t forget. A moment that I couldn’t say no to.”

“Sap,” I accused, nuzzling my nose to his.

“But it works,” His smile influenced mine.

“It does,”

“Now, as much as I’d love to spend all night up here with you under the stars, it is cold, and Christmas eve, so why don’t we head back inside?”

“Can’t handle a little cold Malfoy?” I smirked.

“You’re shivering, darling,” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Just have to be right, don’t you?” I muttered, causing him to chuckle and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Draco really must have planned the entire evening out, because in the common room a warm fire was in the hearth and there were two mugs of tea on the coffee table by the loveseat that was draped in blankets. The entire thing was lit by the crackling fire and the fairy lights that lit up the tree and garland about the room.

I paused, taking in the beauty of the room, my chill momentarily forgotten as Draco helped me out of my cloak.

“Are you coming?” Draco rose his eyebrow at me, offering my hand. 

“You... did all of this for me?” I was awestruck.

His gaze fell to the floor, as he smiled, embarrassed. “Might have been plan b,” He admitted. “If I lost my nerve in the tower...”

“Draco,” A soft laugh fell from my lips as I wrapped my arms around him. His hands reflexively went to my waist. “It’s perfect. Plan b or not, it’s still the nicest thing that anyone has done for me,”

“You deserve the world,” His earnest words made me melt. “I just want to give it to you. And I know it’s not much, and someone else could give you more but—”

It had worked earlier to shut up my doubting voice, and now with my lips pressed against his, Draco had no room to doubt himself. My fingers curled into the ends of his hair now that they were freed from gloves. The warmth that cradled me from the room met the fire that grew inside, wanting nothing more than to prove to Draco that I didn’t want anyone else and what he did was more than enough for me.

Our second kiss was just as memorable as our first one, but now that we were inside and there was no reason to stop, we didn’t. We were allowed to chase that feeling of want and warmth with soft purrs and gentle sounds. I ended up on top of Draco on one of the sofas, my senses now completely dominated by thoughts of him.

“Love,” He called, pulling away begrudgingly.

I hummed a response, my eyes staying closed, nuzzling my nose to his. Butterflies still fluttered happily in my chest.

“People will be down in a few hours for Christmas morning,” He sounded as disappointed as I felt. I must have made a face because he laughed. “Another time, I promise.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, “There’s no rush, I’m not going anywhere for a long time,”

I smiled at his words. “Thank you... for plan a and plan b. It was more than I could have asked for,”

“Not too overdone?” Doubt still seeded in his voice.

“It was perfect,” I affirmed. “You’re perfect,” I settled onto his chest, tracing abstract lines onto his cashmere sweater. Draco reached for a blanket and pulled it around my shoulders, covering us both.

“Goodnight my love,” He murmured softly.

“Night Dray,”

Draco had mentioned earlier of dreaming of sugar plum fairies, and now they led me into sleep. The security of his arms kept me warm. Thousands of stars danced in my dreams, and Draco led

the dance, pulling me into his arms, and deeper into the dream. A smile and kiss promised on his lips.

I was gently jostled, pulling me from the dream as my eyes barely fluttered open, somewhere between dream and reality.

“Shhh,” Draco hushed softly. “Just heading to bed, you’re alright,”

I smiled and closed my eyes, only clinging to consciousness long enough to curl into Draco’s arms as he tucked us into the comfort of his bed. I faintly felt a kiss pressed to my forehead before I slipped under again.

It was easy to say that Draco and I slept in longer than most that Christmas morning, already having the perfect Christmas the night before.

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[starlight-writes-stuff]

Hey lovey! Could I request a mcyt headcanon thing of how they each are in bed?

hi angel , and of course ! as always im sorry this took forever lmao . hope u enjoy (((:

AYO LOOK AT THESE : smut ! rough sex , choking , scratching , hair pulling , breeding / unprotected sex (wrp it b4 u tap it , bbys) , overstimulation , light bondage , i think thats all (:

reblogs are always appreciated <3

dream :

out of all the feral boys dream is the roughest for sure

it's all his gamer rage coming out

he truly has to control himself  / hold back

because he wants to fuck you until you cant remember your own name

but doesnt want to break you

he’s not the biggest fan or foreplay , only because he’d much rather feel you wrapped around him

but he loves to go down on you

would prep you with his fingers because lord knows you’ll need it

and once you started to squirm he’d get so cocky

“if you cant take my fingers , you definitely cant take all of me, baby .”

so many pet names - baby , kitten , pretty girl , bunny , bun , my little whore

he’d make you cum twice on his fingers alone

and wouldn’t fuck you until he was aching for any sort of stimulation

wouldn’t use protection (w your consent !!!)

the thought of his cum deep inside you , painting your insides … it fucks him UP

you KNOW clay would be the motherfucker to slap his dick on your pussy

would groan at the sound of how wet you were for him

he’d run the tip of his cock through your folds and collect your arousal

until you were begging him to fuck you - and even then he’d wait a moment longer

he’d ease in slowly , making sure you felt every single inch 

and would praise the FUCK out of you

“look so pretty taking my cock , bunny”

he’d stop to let you adjust to his length, but he’d be so arrogant as you bucked your hips

“want more , sweet thing ?”

you’d just nod , the pressure building in your tummy too much to produce words

and clay would grab at your chin so fuCKING agressivley

“i asked you a question , whore .”

he would just ruin you (in the most respectful way possible)

you’d cum for the third time within mere seconds

the room would be filled with the sound of harsh , slapping skin

you moans mixing with his - it was like a symphony to him

at some point your legs would go completely limp from the shear amount of pleasure clay was providing

and he’d circle an arm around your hips , holding your body to his as you came yet again

he’d get progressively less vocal as he approached his high , his raspy moans turning to rough growls and groans

and he’d bury himself deep inside of you as he came , muttering scratchy praises into the crook of your neck

as you and clay started to come down together it would be a complete 180

he’d pull out so gently , watching the way his cum dripped out of you

and would press sweet , tender kisses to every inch of skin he could get his mouth on

clay would run soft fingers over every bruise , every mark he left on your skin

admiring his work

he loves the way you look after sex - all fucked out and dewy eyed

would wet a washcloth with warm water and clean you up while murmuring over and over how much he loved you

the two of you would fall asleep pretty quickly after in a tangled mess of limbs

sex with him is quite the workout

george :

gogs <3

i have many thoughts on this subject yall

wakin up in the mornin , thinkin about so many things

would LOVE foreplay

something about being so intimate but not actually fucking is so <3 to him

he loves every single moment of it

starting from when a simple peck turns to something deeper

george’s tongue rolling over yours as he cups a hand under your jaw 

would do the thumb thing™ on your cheek

his free hand would roam up and down the curve of your hips

then up and under your shirt

the way that your breath hitched would make him sh i v e r

and george would start kissing down your neck and over your jaw to your neck

loves hickeys

and biting you

he’d take yall to some place soft if you weren’t already there and start to undress you

adores the action of getting you out of your clothes and insists on taking your shirt off himself

is obsessed w your titties

rolling your nipples between his fingers

sucking on the sensitive nubs , flicking his tongue over them until you could cry from pleasure

then leaves sloppy , hot kisses all the way down your body

is so good with his hands

knows the exact way to curl his fingers inside you

and is very good at keeping a rhythm that pushes you over the edge

but truly have you seen that boys hands because like

he’s all about pleasuring you in bed

it's his number one priority

and he knows your body incredibly well

the boy knows how to make you cum without even trying

yall have experimented and figured out what feels best

and he’s perfected those techniques

on the non physical side of things however

sex with george would be s i n f u l

the things he would say to you …

and in his fucking ACCENT no less

starlight has a voice kink

god he would talk so fucking dirty

the filthiest things falling from his lips as he’s thrusting in and out of you

he’d be so vocal

“just like that , love ,” he’d pant before throwing his head back

his fingers would dig into your hips as his moans turned to whimpers

the two of you would reach your highs one after the other

but george always makes sure that you finish first

sapnap :

we’re just gonna address this right away

daddy kink

(“call me big daddy” , sapdaddy , need i say more ?)

pretty dominant but not necessarily aggressive

more mentally dominant if that makes any sense ???

wants you so far in subspace that you’re all his

dumbification is so hot to him

“baby doll , darlin’ , sweet girl”

degrades you but in a soft way :,)

“look so pretty on my cock , whore”

“my sweet little slut , taking me so well”

spits in your mouth and holds your jaw until you swallow

loves to fuck your throat

literally uses your mouth as his personal fleshlight

hold your hair up for you bc he’s a gentleman

but would rather have it in pigtails

thrusts into your mouth hhhhhhhhhh

wants to see mascara tears and won't stop until he does

loves to give you facials

then takes 1476592837310982 pictures of you like that

his my eyes only on snap is 99% your face painted with his cum

honestly likes to cum anywhere he can see it

tits

backshots

on your stomach

l o v e s your thighs

and yall have absolutely done thigh jobs

would fuck you until you cried then marvel at the look of your tears

because you look so pretty when you’re entirely overwhelmed by pleasure

your face flushed a pretty pink 

eyes watering with crystal clear drops

then would make you cum again

“one more , sweet girl , you can take one more”

and you’d just nod , so deep into subspace that he words were like spells

how could you say no to him ?

aftercare KING though , would take such good care of you

would run you two a warm bath and carry you to the tub

bc lord knows you cant walk after him

and he’d run his hands allllll over your body , soothing any rough marks he may have left

at the end of the day he absolutely worships you

karl : 

karl jacobs , love of starlight’s life

i just think that he <3

karl has stated that he’s on the ace spectrum

so i think that sex with him wouldn’t be near as much about physicality

its about the intimacy and connection that comes with that for yall

and mans would make you feel so loved ,,,

he’d kiss every single inch of your body

and hold you so close to him as you two were getting undressed

loves kisses when yall are shirtless

because he can feel your heartbeat on his

and they sync up the longer u lay there

would go down on you for hours if he could holy fuck

he loves eating you out , drawing pretty moans from your lips

and is so good at it bye .

he can easily make you cum with just his skilled tongue

and fucks you with it i-

one of his favorite feelings in the world is your thighs tightening around his head

and your hands tugging at his hair as he makes you come undone over and over

you’re his favorite taste in the entire world

sex with karl would be sweet and soft and so so so intimate

it would be so loving

he’d have you look him in his eyes as he slid in

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggngngnngngnngggggggg

and would stay buried deep inside you , not moving  until you adjusted to him

karl’s packing i just know it 

moans your name quite a lot

and murmurs how much he loves you , everything he loves about you inbetween thrusts

he’d hold your hands while you two made love

his grip tightening as he got closer

karl would make DAMN sure you came first

but loves cumming at the same time if you can hold off for him

the two of you would stay like that , chest to chest for a while after your highs

karl still tucked inside you

he’d love cockwarming dont @ me

is a fluffy mess after sex and always wants to fall asleep after

with you in his arms

quackity :

sex with alex >>>>>>

yes

please

he’d be . so fucking good . at everything he did .

alex loves foreplay

lapdances

bc he’s so obsessed with your body

and having you put on a show just for him ?

turns him on like nothing else in the world

lets you show off for as long as possible before he finally picks you up and throws you on the bed

hands hands hands

alex is so skilled with his fingers and knows how to hit all the best spots

has absolutely made you squirt on his fingers and is so cocky about it

has you hold eye contact while he eats you out

and the minute you break it , he stops

would have his dick in your mouth 24/7 if he could

and loves the way you look with your tongue swirling around him

keeps a hand on the back of your head and pushes down so gently

alex is definitely a soft dom

when he cant hold off from fucking you any longer he’s no stranger to tying your hands up

usually with his belt

fucks you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders

but also loves when you're on top

alex is a titty guy

such a boob guy

and absolutely covers your chest in hickeys and bite marks

getting to play with them while you ride him ?? heaven

once your hips give out from feeling so good , alex would lift you up and thrust into you

his fingertips digging into your skin , leaving pretty purple bruises

would play with your clit as he fucks up into you

“cum for me , princess”

loves cumming inside you

breeding kink

just saying

and watching it drip out of your pussy gets him hard all over again

his voice goes so deep while he moans

and calls you pretty names in spanish

vvvv vocal and loves when you match that

“show me how good im making you feel , baby”

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loki’s lessons

thor odinson x reader

warnings: mob!thor, softie thor uwu, loki means well, knives, choking (not like that and not the reader), idk not much warnings in this one

word count: 888

an: im seeing a pattern on my fics 🤧 (little!reader), this is kinda in the same universe in “All it takes” but you don’t have to read that to be able to understand this one.

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“Just like that, Y/N. My brother would be so proud of you!” Loki smirks at you as he watches you sharpen the knife that he’s given you as a ‘gift’. He’s currently teaching you how to defend yourself with a knife so that you could help Thor whenever he needs the help because you hated how Thor’s always the one protecting you and taking care of you. And Loki is more than willing to teach you how to use a knife like the professional he is.

After throwing a knife on the wooden board shaped like a person that was a few feet away from the both of you, the knife landed on the chest area of the dummy making both Loki and yourself squeal in excitement. You looked at Loki, who was uncharacteristically excited for you, with bright and proud eyes before pointing at the dummy. “I did it!”

Thor, who was standing a few feet behind the two, lets out a quiet chuckle at the sight of you being so proud of yourself. It took all of him to stop himself from beating his younger brother up for even letting you hold a dangerous weapon. Let alone use it and throw it. But the sight of you enjoying yourself warmed his heart. How will he be able to deprive you of that when you’re smiling like that?

“You did it!” Loki’s lips curl up into a big smile before raising an eyebrow at you. “Now what about when someone attacks you with a knife?” You let out a gasp when you’re suddenly turned around, a knife pressed lightly onto your neck while Loki’s arm is trapping you against his body.

“LOKI!” 

A booming loud voice fills the room and Loki is quick to let go of you as you catch Thor’s furious face looking back at his brother when you looked for the owner of the loud angry voice.

You’re slightly pushed backward when Thor lunged for Loki, fisting his collar and shoving him back until the back of his legs hit the table with a bunch of knives laid on it. “Brother!” Loki chokes out his words while maintaining his grin that only infuriates his brother more. Thor retaliates by choking his brother more, earning a coughing fit from Loki who started tapping on Thor’s hard forearms.

Loki was only able to breathe again when you started pulling on Thor’s thick arms and begging him to stop, eyes starting to water at the sight of Thor so hostile towards his brother. Loki smirked at the couple while coughing here and there, trying to catch his breath. Loki flinched when Thor tried to lunge back at him only to be stopped by your shaking hands.

“Don’t hurt Loki! He was only trying to teach me… things.” 

Thor looks at you in disbelief before hearing Loki snickering beside him. “Yeah, brother. I was merely giving her one of my lessons—” 

“—BY PRESSING A KNIFE AGAINST HER NECK?!” Thor shouts at Loki before pushing and shoving at him until they’re by the door while you could only watch the brothers from your spot. You hear a loud thud when Thor shoves Loki out the door before shutting the door with a loud bang. “I dare you to touch her again! I’ll make sure there’s not a finger left on your hands, brother.” Thor growls at the door before looking back at you, his frown leaving his face and a concerned look taking over it.

Thor is on you in no time, gigantic hands prodding at your neck and checking for any signs of injury. “Are you hurt, little one?” Failing to find anything on your neck, his hands move towards your face, cradling it with care. “Loki can be so dumb at times”, he lets out a sigh before smiling at you when you laugh at his words. Your hand reaches his arms before squeezing them reassuringly. “I’m fine, Thor. Loki was really just teaching me how to fight back just in case…” 

“Just in case what? You don’t have to do any of that because I’ll always be here to protect you, you know that right?” His face sports a sad frown and you reach for his face, rubbing on the lines caused by his frown.

“I know that. I swear I know that and I’m really thankful for that. I just… I wanna be able to protect you as well! What if bad things happen because you’re always surrounded by bad people… What if you get hurt and there’s nobody else to protect you? I can help you… And Loki! I just wanna protect you like you protect me…” You bite on your bottom lip while Thor continues to stare at you, your words still processing in his mind.

“Oh, little one…” Thor pulls your face into his chest, arms wrapping around your body in protectiveness and with affection. 

“You know, if you really wanna learn how to do all that, I can teach you. You don’t have to learn from Loki.” He scoffs and you laugh against his chest before nodding eagerly. 

“No more of Loki’s lessons. I promise”, you mumbled against his chest before beaming when you feel him pressing kisses on your head.

Thor nods in agreement. 

“No more of Loki’s lessons.”

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an: ahh poor loki :(

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Redamancy. iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return.  

pairings: mirio togata x female reader

warnings: 18+, noncon, yandere themes, breeding kink n mirio is a scumbag. 

a/n: ahaha im reposting this cus  algorithm was effed the first time i posted. ehehehe or maybe im just unlucky-- n e way this will be the last of redamany!! 

word count: 1950 

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Mirio's gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, "Mirio!" your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, "What are you thinking about?" Mirio felt his cheeks heat up.

'I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?'

"Nothing, we should get going. Lunch's bout' to get over soon." He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, "Hey! Slow down!" You bump into his chest which was hard as rock making your head sting a little, "You're a klutz," he laughs. "It's your fault!" you retort, he pats your head and continues laughing. He takes a good look at you, drinking your uniform clad body. The short skirt displaying your plush thighs. His mind melts away in sinful thoughts, thinking about all what he can do to you. He once again realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn't you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he'll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he's the one for you, the one and only.

He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

"Hey, what's wrong? You coming?" His hand rested on your shoulder, he gripped on it a little tighter.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio's face paled and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you pulling your upper half to his chest he rubbed your head. "It's okay now, I am here," he whispered into your ear, shushing you. "What happened?" he asked after you had calmed down.

"Why are you still here?"

"I came to get you, now, what happened?" you gulped before answering, feeling the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. "Why?"

Mirio was confused, what were you on about? "Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?" tears roll down your cheeks, lip trembling your breathing turns uneven. Mirio frowns, his hands clenching into an fist he pulls away from the hug.

You were thinking about him, obviously. He moves in front of you grabbing your jaw, his big fingers squish your tiny cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulls your face closer to him, his elbows resting on the desk separating the two. He looks down at you, his eyes bored into yours with malice, "Mirio you're-" "Shut the fuck up." he snapped.

"You want to know why he left you? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?" you were too scared to answer, you didn't get to anyways since he blurted the out the answer in burning rage "Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?" Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, in a blink on eye he had become so different. He had snapped, you felt betrayed. The Mirio you knew would never be this rough with you, but maybe you were to blame. Deep down you knew. You were very much aware. Mirio liked you even after your breakup but you never asked, thinking it was better that way but not in a million years did you ever think that Mirio would snap and come for your soul.

"I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?" he asked again. His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared. "Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!" You  flinched and started whimpering, a weak no left your trembling lips, "It's because you're mine." he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn't believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no. He was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp. After successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You were so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

"Where are you going?" he pulled both your hands behind your back and held them there with one hand, the other snaked down under your skirt, "Mirio don't do this. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." you begged your voice shaky as big, fat teardrops rolled down your cheek. "What will you tell them? They won't believe you and besides," his fingers inched towards your core, you squirmed and wailed. His fingers rubbed against your clothed slit, pressing against your clit sending shameful jolts of pleasure throughout your body. "I will scream," you whispered before breaking into soft sobs. He was going to rape you in your own classroom and there was nothing you could do against it. With no quirk to protect yourself, you knew physically overpowering him was a dream. You just prayed that he would leave you.

"You're gonna' scream?" he scoffed, his tone was cocky- ridiculing you. "Go ahead, scream," his fingers rubbed harder against your clothed cunt as he waited for you to scream. The scream never came and Mirio started, "You're getting wet down here, you know. You like this?" pushing away your panties to the side, he let his finger graze over your sensitive folds a content sigh following right after. "You're really wet. I think I can just slide it in."

He dipped two of his fingers into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "What do you want?" you cried as his huge fingers drilled into your small, tight pussy. "What do I want? I want you to know you're mine. Only mine." he growled in your ear. "But I guess you don't realize that. Do you? Don't worry after I knock you up you won't be able to leave me, maybe then you'll understand." your lips fell agape, and eyes widened threatening to pop right out of your sockets, "N-no pleasee don't do that. P-please-" Mirio pushed you towards the teacher's desk, bending you over it. Your face pressed against the cold wood yet you keep whimpering, begging him to let you free but he doesn't care. He's not listening.

He flips your skirt over leaving your ass a sight to his wretched eyes. He brings his hand down spanking it then pulling away to watch how your plump flesh jiggles, he chuckles. "I should beat this pretty little ass purple and blue," he talks to himself, completely disheartening your cries for help. He smacks your ass until he's satisfied- until your bottom blooms red and his palm stings. Mirio wastes no time in getting behind you, his hand still pinned both of yours behind your back. He slowly releases them, "Now. No funny business," he warns. He knows you wouldn't try anything, you couldn't; not in this state.

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other kneads your ass, "Ah shit, look at that." he whispers. "It's beautiful but it's not enough." He is quick to pull your panties down to your thighs and spread your legs open. You hold on to the edges of the desk as you feel his fingers run up your slit and dip into your hole.

"Cute, little cunt. All mine."

His length comes free from its confines and hits his stomach. It's long, hard, and big- so big. You had it impale you before multiple times but it had always been a stretch. His cock was just too big for your tiny pussy! His tip teased your entrance. Your hole drooling over it, he hissed. "I am going to knock you up. You won't be leaving me after that." He pushed inside slowly marveling at how your cunt sucked him up so eagerly, your mouth opened into a silent scream as he bottomed out. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, he kept rutting his hips. He thrust his cock deep inside you hard and fast, swollen balls slapping against your clit making you moan. The sinful sound of sex: his hips hitting your rear, grunts and moans resonate through the room while you stayed there, under him feeling embarrassed, betrayed, and humiliated. Yet you could not ignore the pleasure he was giving you. His cock hit deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix trying its best to sink past the rim, your cries of agony soon turned into frenzied moans.

You were close to cumming, he could tell by how tightly your precious cunt clenched around his hard length pulling him even deeper, squeezing him trying to milk him for all he's worth. "I feel that..gonna' fill you up," he says in between his grunts. Mirio tightened his grip on your hips as you started squirming beneath him, the coil in your stomach ready to burst and moment. "You're close, baby?" You whined refusing to give in, "Aww, it's fine. Just admit it: you're mine and I'll let you cum." His thrusts slowed down denying to give you satisfaction, you wailed at the loss yet you didn't agree with him. You were to give in, you told yourself but your body didn't agree. It needed Mirio and just like that it had taken over your mind, clouded your mind with nothing but lust and him. As the need for release increased, you screamed. "Ah- fuck. Yes! I am all yours- ah!" he steadied his rhythm and you exploded all over his cock. Creaming around him, your juices flowed down to your legs. Mirio length twitched inside of you, his thrusts became sloppy- he was close.

"Yeah damn fucking right. Good girl." he praised before spilling his seed inside your womb, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and watched how his cum dripped from your abused pussy only to push it back inside with his finger. "You actually did it..." your voice was meek, head still down and body still bent over the desk. Too weak to get up, you started at the floor beneath you with glassy eyes. Mirio pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure you don't run away. The hug was warm, in any other case it would have been warm and comforting but not anymore.

"This would not have happened, Y'know. It's your fault for being such a bitch."

Right, of course, you should have been smarter. You should have loved him back when you could have.

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BEAUTY AND HER BEAST: Chapter 8

WARNING PLZ READ BEFORE CONTINUING: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

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Several days had passed since Salvatore had sought out both his younger sisters, requesting items like jewelry or clothing they’d be willing to part with that Salvatore could gift to Nadine, as a sort of soft and informal introduction to ease the young woman’s mind and prove he meant her no harm.

The plan seems to be going rather well, as far as Salvatore can tell. Nadine found the gifts he’d laid out for her rather easily, and even correctly wondered if the person who lived here had left them for her purposefully. She seemed wary of the items for a time, though she seemed pretty wary of everything in the reservoir at the moment, but eventually she deemed them safe enough to accept, throwing the long white nightgown Salvatore had procured from Donna over her petit azure frame, and strapping the delicate golden locket Alcina had graciously donated around her neck.

Salvatore practically drooled when he first saw Nadine, slightly sheer satin nightgown flowing elegantly in the gentle afternoon breeze and golden chain glittering beautifully against her white speckled, ocean blue skin. She looked like a goddess, a true figure of pure ethereal power and beauty. Even the biting cold of winter wasn’t enough to touch the young woman, shielded and protected by her own glowing radiance.

Despite looking every bit like an other-worldly deity worthy of unending human devotion and worship, Nadine’s face held nothing but fear, anxiety, and loneliness as she aimlessly wandered the seemingly empty docks and windmills surrounding the reservior’s watery interior. An occasional dejected “hello?” still echoes out throughout the reservoir every few hours, growing less and less hopeful with each passing round of silence Salvatore spends hiding away from view.

The disfigured man’s heart twists and stabs in pain every time he cowers away from Nadine’s soft, anxious calls, desperately wanting to comfort the young woman in her moment of confusion and fear, but still so terrified of her inevitable reaction to his appearance that he finds himself unable to do anything but skitter shamefully to his room beneath the surface and try to drown her out with one of his old romance films.

How pitiful.

Salvatore spends much of his time lamenting and pitying himself over his soul crushing loneliness and his intense desire for a love of his own, and yet here he is, taking refuge in an old romance film while he hides himself away from the real woman he could be making his own romance film with, were he not a massive coward and a horrific freak of nature unworthy of anyone’s love and affection, of course. What a cruel irony it is, to have the one thing you want, more than anything else in the world, dangled just inches in front of your face, and yet knowing, before you’ve even tried, that it’ll never be yours.

Salvatore knows that no matter how much of a romance story this whole situation might seem like, Nadine will never be able to love him in the way the gorgeous women in the movies love their tall, dashing, dark-haired lover men. Not only was Salvatore the exact opposite of tall and dashing by literally everyone’s standards, but his patches of dry, greasy dark-hair did little to salvage the violent wreckage that was Salvatore’s whole appearance.

There was absolutely no way Nadine would ever be able to love someone as hideous as Salvatore, so perhaps the best thing to do would be to contact Miranda and inform her that, while he greatly enjoyed his gift, Salvatore didn’t feel he would be able to appreciate her in the way she deserved to be appreciated in all her beauty and wonder, and that perhaps it would be better for Mother Miranda to find better arrangements for her elsewhere.

“I-it’s for the b-best… i-i think… a-after all… Nadine… d-doesn’t want t-to live i-in a d-dingy place… l-like this for… for the r-rest of h-her… l-life… m-much less with… w-with someone l-like me… s-she’d hate th-that… im c-certain” Salvatore laments aloud, dipping his head downward as tears of painful realization and sorrowful acceptance pour down his face like waterfalls of lonely depression, already fully set on contacting Mother Miranda as soon as morning came.

“While it's very kind of you to keep my best interest in mind, I do think I am more than capable of making my own decisions regarding what’s the best place for me, thank you very much” a soft voice responded suddenly, causing Salvatore’s head to whip in the direction the sound was coming from in startled shock. “This place is a little rundown, sure, but the windmills still stand tall and the water is always just the right temperature, so I don’t think this would be the worst place to live, if I had to… so long as I wasn’t alone, at least.”

Even in the dimly lit area located at the end of the hallway, Nadine still looked so gorgeously stunning and elegant. It was incredible how she managed to sound so casual and yet look so ethereal.

In the brief moment before his panic set in, Salvatore couldn’t help but pause and marvel at the spot down the hall where the young woman stood, her gaze locked directly onto him and yet she showed no signs of having seen him. She even went as far as to begin moving about behind the large boards that blocked her from entering the room, clearly trying to get a better look at the room and, more importantly, the person she suspects is in it.

After a surprisingly large jump that launched Nadine all the way up to the ceiling, just narrowly avoiding hitting her head, Salvatore’s eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open in stupefied shock as the sight of Nadine, moving the way she was at the end of the hallway, brought to Salvatore’s mind a scene from one of his favorite romance films. In the particular scene Salvatore is thinking of, the actress’ character is an aspiring prima ballerina, and she’s having a brief moment of bonding with her fellow ballerina’s after a long, but successful performance. Dressed in a nightgown not too unlike the one Nadine is currently wearing, the ballerina is showing the others how to do other kinds of dance, like polka or Irish step dancing, but by the end of the scene the group of ballerinas are all merely jumping about the room excitedly, laughing and cheering while carelessly throwing themselves into the air, only to land gracefully back on their feet.

While not exactly the same obviously, the resemblance between Nadine and the absolutely stunning ballerina in the movie, in both silhouette and style of movement, was almost uncanny.

Stretched out as high as her short legs would allow, strong and gorgeously defined muscles flexed almost instinctually with every rapid twist, curl, bend, and jump of the young woman’s tiny body. Her lucious silhouette was only aided by the feminine aura of the long, sheer nightgown as it trailed after her with every movement. The delicate satin material caresses the sharp ridges of her muscular back and shoulders with the same tenderness and love as it does the weight of her breasts or the pillowy layer of protection atop her midsection. The lower half of the nightgown, cinched just below the breasts, twisted and jerked in whatever direction was necessary to keep up with the speed at which Nadine was fluttering and jumping about upon the tips of her toes. Her legs were hidden by the ferocious speed of her movements, but Salvatore did not need to see her legs to have some idea of what they were, or perhaps merely could be, capable of.

Whether or not Nadine was actually a ballerina herself, or if Salvatore’s delusions were merely that realistic now, the young woman appeared to move with nothing but effortless grace that hides the raw power and physical strength it takes to float as carelessly and as quickly as the young woman was, clearly growing more and more frustrated the longer her search failed to reveal what she was looking for.

Still paralyzed by the sudden presence of Nadine in his personal space, Salvatore could do nothing but hold his breath and hope that the light at the end of the hall didn’t reach far enough to reveal his presence in the room. The TV was still on, but the movie playing on it had finished running long ago, meaning the only thing being displayed now was a static filled screen that proved someone had been here at some point in time, but thankfully wasn’t a dead giveaway from the start.

“Helloooooooo… I heard someone talking on my way in, so I know that someone is down here. Please… just come out, ok… I won’t hurt you… honestly” the raven haired woman begs softly, her movements slowing a bit to allow more of her air to be used for speaking rather than jumping to look over beams over and over again.

Salvatore’s heart ached at Nadine’s desperate tone, knowing all too well what the mutant woman is going through right now, but trying his best to remain strong, since giving in means dooming this perfect young specimen to a life of bitter misery and unending terror, regardless of the best effort he’d try to put in. Whatever short term gain Nadine could get from being with him would only come back to bleed her dry once Salvatore was sufficiently attached, and therefore unable to allow her to leave once she inevitably decides that she’s had enough of pretending to love a disgusting freak of nature.

Salvatore had never been very good at accurately predicting the outcomes of situations, but he knew for certain that Nadine was in no way deserving of the hellish punishment that living in the reservoir with him would undoubtedly become, if it didn’t start out that way from the beginning, that is. Perhaps the young woman could convince herself to accept her situation and play into his affections as a means of survival for a short time, but based on what he’s heard of Nadine thus far, Salvatore doubts such a strongwilled and dangerous woman would allow herself to play wife and sex slave to anyone for very long. If she didn’t somehow successfully murder him in his sleep within the first 48 hours of her “slavery”, it would only be a matter of time before she finally ran out of patience and unleashed... whatever the hell it was she did back in the labs, upon him.

For a brief moment, Salvatore entertains the question of whether Nadine could potentially be strong enough to take him out with a single hit, as well as whether that thought should be something he finds arousing or not. His thoughts are quickly interrupted however, by the sound of shuffling and grunting, and upon turning his head toward the sudden racket, Salvatore is horrified to see Nadine, just small enough to fit her tiny body between the thin cracks of the boarded up wall, attempting to climb through the barrier, and enter the TV room.

Body shaking and voice beginning to tremble slightly, alongside his already labored breathing, Salvatore unsteadily backed his way further into the room, putting his hands out in front of him as if to try and stop Nadine from entering, though he makes no move to physically eject the invading woman himself, oddly enough.

“N-nooo… p-please… don’t come i-in...” Salvatore stutters helplessly, shrinking further in on himself in fear as the young woman effortlessly slips through the wooden boards like a slippery eel, quickly and easily landing on her feet before turning back to the mostly darkened room.

“H-Hello?” Nadine calls out again nervously, taking a tentative step forward, both hands extended outward beside her until her left hand made contact with the wall. Gaining some purchase on the vertical slabs of wood, Nadine slowly turns her head to look about the room, carefully inspecting everything from atop the surface of Salvatore’s messy desk, to the very dark corner in the back right of the room that Salvatore himself was currently shoved as far into as physically possible.

Nadine stuck her arm out in front of her and began slowly walking toward the opposite wall, eyes open, but unfocused, and right hand waving aimlessly in the air for a brief moment, as though trying to feel around for the other wall despite it clearly being right in front of her. The hooded man had no idea how she hadn’t seen him yet, he could practically feel how absolutely ridiculous he looked, his bony, weathered, turtle-esque body hunched as low to the ground as possible with his chin tucked between his knees and hands covering the rest of his face, leaving only the smallest bit of space through which he could observe Nadine’s inevitable reaction to him. And yet, despite the amount of time the young woman spent glancing over Salvatore, back and forth across the room, her bright golden eyes resembling that of a ravenous alligator in their intensity and ferociousness, no scream left her plush lips nor did fear and horror suddenly mar her supple face. In fact, not only had the mutant woman not seen him yet, but it was in that exact moment that the reason why Nadine couldn’t see Salvatore, obviously shoved into the corner, just to her bottom left, became immediately clear to him.

“Y-You’re blind...”

[starlightkenobi]

Anakin’s metal arm...that’s it. That’s the title. I don’t know what you expected. // Anakin Skywalker x Reader

this one is dedicated to the lovely @anakinswhore who is an amazing writer and i adore their fics so please go check them out, love u bb

also this is for everyone in the anakins bitches gc 😘 love you all

rating: explicit, seriously this is just porn

warnings: metal arm kink metal arm kink metal arm kink, light choking, praise kink, lil bit of degradation (he calls you slut a couple times)

(not my gif!) but seriously look at his arm dude im about to go feral

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A long breath escaped your lips as your hips arched off the bed. Each touch that Anakin pressed into your skin sent shivers down your spine and heat to your core. You trembled in his grasp, completely at his mercy. His lips pressed into the skin on your neck and his teeth sunk into you, leaving marks that would remain for days, sending waves of pleasure every time you noticed them in the mirror. Your lips parted in a loud moan, only encouraging Anakin to grind his hips against you harder, to sink his teeth into you deeper, to grip your thighs and breasts tighter.

“Ani...” Your voice was breathy and exasperated, surrounded by moans and gasps of pure bliss. “I need you to...to touch me.” Your hips arched to meet his, grinding into his languid thrusts.

He chuckled, slowly dragging his hand from your breast to grip your neck. Not cutting off your ability to breathe, just applying enough pressure to make you feel a little dizzy. “But sweetheart, I am touching you.” He gave one final squeeze to your neck before going back to squeezing one of your breasts, pinching your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumb rubbed small circles into your thigh, the cold touch of his metal arm making you shiver, yet turning you on immensely. “I am touching you all over, baby.” His mouth returned to you, sucking deep marks right above your collarbone.

“Anakin...” You whined impatiently. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and it was Anakin who set it ablaze. “You k-know what I mean- ah!” Your sentence was interrupted by a moan as Anakin’s fingers finally made contact with your clit.

“You want me to touch you here, don’t you baby? My little slut loves it when I play with her down here.” His thumb rubbed circles on your clit through your underwear as you babbled and begged between moans.

“P-please Anakin, I want you...ah! I want you inside...” Your fingers twisted in the sheets, seemingly your only grasp to reality as you felt like you were floating. 

“Of course baby.” He cooed, sliding your underwear down your thighs. A line of your slick connected your dripping cunt to your underwear. “Look at how wet you are for me, baby. And I’ve barely touched you here.” He tossed your panties to the side, sliding his hand up your thigh and nearing your entrance. You quickly stopped him, grabbing his wrist and meeting his gaze. He looked worried, nervous that somehow he had hurt you.

“I want...” You paused, pondering how to form your words. “I want the other one.” Anakin cocked his head almost like a confused puppy dog, before realizing what you meant.

“You mean...the other arm.” His gaze fell to his metal arm, which was currently gripping your thigh. “Are you sure? I just don’t want to hurt you, and I’m not sure that I’d-”

“I’m sure. I trust you, and I know that you aren’t going to hurt me.” You could see in his face that he was still hesitant, you slid your hand up his cheek and kissed him gently.

His lips moved in tandem with yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip and causing soft moans to bubble up from your throat. While he kissed you, his metal hand traveled further up your thigh and approached your entrance. If not for the searing kiss currently taking your breath away, you might have noticed.

Suddenly, the tip of his metal finger slowly slid into your entrance. Your head immediately fell back against the pillow, breaking the kiss as your mouth fell open and you moaned. “Fuck, Ani!” The cold touch of his metal finger sliding inside your cunt made you clench and gasp.

Anakin pulled back, staring in amazement at how your body was reacting to his movements. “Damn, you really want this.” Almost tentatively, his finger began pumping in and out of you as he marveled at the way you writhed under his touch. Ice collided with flame and your cunt throbbed at the feeling.

“More, Ani...” You wiggled your hips, begging to have more of the metal inside of you.

Another metal digit slipped inside of your wet cunt, and you realized how much Anakin was gonna have to clean his arm after this. The thought would have made you chuckle, if not for the mind numbing pleasure and endless moans falling from your lips. You were bucking against his fingers, meeting each pump of his hand with a thrust of your hips. You were in sync, so utterly connected, even though no real part of him was even inside of you.

“Getting off on riding my fingers...such a horny, desperate little slut, aren’t you?” You couldn’t even begin to form one word, let alone a coherent sentence that could explain to Anakin how desperately you craved him, and how turned on this whole situation made you. So, you opted for a frantic nodding of your head.

“I bet you could take another, couldn’t you princess?” Although it was posed as a question, you knew it wasn’t. He was going to slip a third metal finger into your entrance and you were only able to moan and take it. You would be lying if you tried to protest though, if you were able to speak past a desperate moan or whine, you’d be begging him for it. Anakin knew this too, of course. He could hear your mind screaming for him.

As the third finger pressed inside of you, Anakin chuckled deep and low in his throat. “Of course you would. You would take anything I gave you.” You felt so utterly full, his fingers pumping and curling inside of you, hitting spots that you never knew you even had. The teasing of that little bundle of nerves inside of you would have been enough to send you soaring off the edge, but Anakin wouldn’t settle for just enough. He was going to make you cum, and he was going to make sure you came screaming.

A metal thumb made contact with your clit, rubbing in a circular motion that had you clawing at Anakin, the sheets, literally anything that could keep you grounded and in this realm.

“I want you to be good for me, little angel. Be a good girl and cum for me.” Anakin growled, increasing the speed of his fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit. You cried out, eyes rolling back in your head and back arching off of the bed. You were floating, soaring through an orgasm that left you weak and gasping for air.

“That’s it...good girl.” Anakin smiled genuinely, slowing the movements of his hand, but leaving his to thumb put pressure on your clit.

“A-Ani...pl-ease...” Your eyes welled up with tears in overstimulation. Taking pity on you, he dragged his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his lips and licking them sensualy. Even after that powerful orgasm, you still felt a pang of arousal, seeing him lick you off of his metal fingers. His tongue curled around his middle finger, giving it one last suck before pulling it from his lips.

You were panting, chest rising and falling as you tried to let your body catch up with your brain. Anakin grabbed your face, pulling you in for a desperate and heated kiss before pulling away and kissing your forehead. “I���m gonna get you a glass of water and let you recover, your pussy should be nice and open for me now.” You cocked an eyebrow at him, the most effort you could put into any physical movement at the moment. “Oh, baby. You didn’t seriously think I was done with you?”

[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 34

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

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Warnings: Pictophilia (sexual interest or arousal by viewing erotic pictures or porn), fingering, sucking on fingers, blow job talk/references.

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my pictophilia square.

Having three kids is hard. Worth it, ten times over. But still hard.

Spencer’s classes start to pick up again, finding that one semester with a light caseload and the other with a heavier one seems to work for his brain. It keeps him happy, feeling useful at work and at home. He continues to choose your clothes, even your nighttime ones now. And on your days off, he gives you a schedule of what to do and when (with obvious disparities to account for the unexpected nature of a toddler and twin babies).

Having him tell you what to do allows you to be, and if you ever feel like his control or the schedule aren’t working for you, you discuss it and switch things up so that you’re both happy. It’s work, so much work, but Spencer’s your partner in every way; there’s no one else you’d rather do the work with.

Quickies are the norm at this point in your life. On the few occasions, where your parents or a member of your BAU family watches the kids, you go all out, doing the things you can’t during your busy lives as parents.

Once the kids are asleep, after a long day where both of you worked, you practically fall into bed. You’re tired, but you want that closeness, so you ask Spencer to cuddle naked, which he’s all for.

Your skin slides against the cool sheets. “I’m sleepy,” you chuckle.

“Me too.” Spencer yawns. “I have an idea though. Very low energy. Want to try?”

“Mmmmhmm.”

Spencer grabs his phone and pulls up a porn site you frequent. “Pick something,” he says.”

Slowly, you scroll through the endless pages of porn and settle on something with Sir in the title. It involves a beautiful brunette down on her knees sucking her Sir’s cock. “How ‘bout this one?” You giggle. “If I had the energy I’d be doing this myself right now.”

Spencer’s low rumbling laugh sends shivers down your spine. “Next time we have a babysitter. Now relax.”

Closing your eyes, you melt into the blankets, languidly rolling your body against the soft material as the appreciative grumble of the man in the video brought you deeper into your fantasy. You whimpered when Spencer’s hand danced down the side of your body, fingers fluttering against your pussy.

He props the phone up against the pillow, leaving his other hand free to snake around your head. When he slips two fingers into your mouth, you start to suck, groaning as you hear the woman in the video gag. “Fuck, Sir.”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Just suck like a good little girl.”

You do as he says and devolve into a writhing, whimpering, sweaty, slutty mess, sucking on his fingers and rolling against the sheets as Spencer’s fingers slip into your pussy and press against your clit. Craning your head toward him, you plead with him, your eyes silently begging for the release that’s so close and yet so far.

When he smiles, almost cruelly, you remove his fingers from your mouth and press a kiss to the underside of his chin. “Oh why not,” he teases, biting down on your earlobe. “You’ve been such a good girl lately.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As he curls his pointer and middle fingers against your fluttering walls, you gasp, shuttering. He holds you tight and tells you how amazing you are. What a good girl you are. What a good sub, a good wife, a good mother.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Charlotte screeches as she barges into your room. “You okay, Mommy?”

Oh shit.

Spencer immediately removes his hands from you, a look of horror upon his face. He can’t think of anything to say, glancing at you to take the lead. Your big bad BAU protector and rambling genius and he can’t find the words to say to his 3-year-old about sex. “I wasn’t crying sweetie pie,” you say, pulling the blankets up tighter to make sure she won’t see anything scarring. “Daddy and I were spending some quality time together and he made me laugh.”

She wipes a tear from your eye you didn’t even know was there. “But you’re crying.”

“Sometimes you laugh so hard you cry.”

“Oh. So you’re happy?”

“Very, my little flower.”

Spencer reaches over you and tousles her hair. “Want Mommy and I to come back to your room and read you another story?”

Charlotte nods vigorously as a yawn takes over her little body.

“Okay, go get back under the covers and Mommy and I will be there in a minute.”

As fast as her tiny legs can carry her, she sprints out of the room and into hers. “How long do you think she was there?” You ask. “You don’t think-?”

“We can only hope.”

You both pull on some clothes before stepping out of the room, and you turn to him to smack him on the shoulder. “All the times to go speechless, by the way!”

“Sorry, I panicked!” He whispers, stepping in the direction of Charlotte’s room.

“You’ve talked down serial killers and psychopaths and that makes you panic?”

“Yea,” he says sheepishly. “Don’t judge me.”

“Oh, I’m judging you. Let’s hope we didn’t scar our three year old.”

When you opened the door, she smiled at you. “You were nakey.”

Uh oh.

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Snowed In 8

y'all.... I was in a mood... I’ve had a couple glasses of cheap wine... what can I say? My blog is a place of thirst, is anyone surprised? Plz avert your eyes if you're under 18.

Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, all the yearning, unprotected sex, cockwarming, if you've got something against tubs? major ‘no one can find the emotional braincell’ vibes (plz hmu if there’s anything I didn’t tag I wanna make this a safe space for everyone to thirst together)

Summary: It’s the last night before they go back down the mountain 👀 some hella angsty sexy times. Im sorry the wine hit hard

Part 7 here

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The snow started to melt on day fifty nine. 

Everyone was elated, people were buying rounds for the crowded dining room and hollering when a slushy chunk of snow slid off the eves, but not you. You told Geralt you were just so sick and tired of the assholes in the dining hall you wanted to scream. If he didn't believe you, he hid it well. 

You were dreading leaving. Falling asleep curled into Geralt's side every night, sex or no sex, was safe and warm and home. You almost thought the anxiety and cabin fever would be worth it to go on with him so close. 

The night before you were supposed to leave, you once again found yourself nestled against him, sitting in front of the fire. His arms were no longer hesitant to wrap around you and, though your mind still reeled, your heartbeat didn't stutter under his touch. If anything your body only felt calm in his arms. 

You'd mumbled something about finishing this book before you left, it being the last of a set you were sure you'd never find outside of Novigrad, and Geralt had settled by the fire, pulling you with him without a word. As much as you enjoyed the book, you were finding it impossible to focus. Half of you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss Geralt with everything you had, tell him you loved him, and accept whatever fate befell you. The other half was greedy and covetous. She reminded you that losing this, dignity be damned, would turn your heart to dust. 

"Y/N?" 

"Geralt?"

"You haven't turned the page in a while. I thought you were asleep." He gave you a gentle squeeze as he spoke. 

"Oh…" 

"You okay?" 

You sighed, letting the book fall closed and resting your head back against his chest, "Just restless I guess…" 

"Mmmm, it'd be a shame if we couldn't get a good night's sleep before our trek down the mountain." Geralt seemed to completely envelop you, his lips brushing your temple as he spoke. 

You held a hand over his arms, "A crying shame." You agreed, "But first a bath, I feel gross." 

You could feel his smile as he pressed his cheek to your hair, "A bath would be nice." 

This was almost perfect. 

Other than the fact that after this it's over.

You pushed the thought from your mind as you scrambled to your feet, gathering a couple towels and the soap. Geralt warmed the water as usual before the two of you stripped and hopped in. Or tried to.

"I don't think we're both going to fit," you giggled, one leg hooked over the side of the tub and one knee pulled into your chest, trying to make room for Geralt. 

He squatted down, extending his legs on either side of your body, "Just barely." He teased, reaching a hand toward your ankle dangling over the edge. He guided your legs on either side of his hips, his touch stoking the needy fire in your belly. 

The tub only allowed for you to scoot back so your knees were at his hips, which made scrubbing your body at the same time as him a little difficult, so you settled for just washing your hair. You got it all lathered up only to realize there wasn't any dignified way to rinse it. You sighed and shimmied a little closer to him so you could twist and bend back to dip your hair in the water. Geralt gripped your hips and pulled you into his lap before you could even try leaning over, earning a surprised squeak from you. 

You could see the lust in his eyes, but his voice was soft and patient, "Lean back. I've got you." 

You bit your lip and tried to ignore your heart fluttering at his words, leaning into his arm now wrapped around your waist. Your hips shifted,  making your core brush his already hard cock, a gasp falling from your lips. He pulled you back up out of the water quickly, the way he moved you setting your body on fire. 

You rocked your hips, notching his length between your folds and sighing in relief at some kind of friction. 

"Mmmmmm, almost." He purred, gripping your hips and holding you steady, "unless you can't wait for me to wash my hair?" 

The hungry look in his eyes was betraying his calm tone. You could break his resolve if you wanted to, but you also wanted to know where this was going. 

"And what if I can't?"

He grinned sitting up a little taller and pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear, "You could always wait on my cock…" 

His words went straight to your pussy, making you shiver, "Fuck, yes. Yeah I want that." 

He lowered his mouth to the side of your neck, nibbling at your jugular between words, "You want me to stretch you first?" 

You tried to rock your hips again, wriggling against his grip, "No," the word came out far more desperate than intended, but the last thing you wanted to do after hearing that was wait. 

He let go of your hips to guide one of your hands down between his thighs, "You can't move until I say, deal?" 

You nodded eagerly, your hand finding his length and lining him up with your entrance, "No moving." 

He gripped the edge of the tub with both hands as you sank over just his tip, moaning as you stretched around him. You took him ever so slowly, eyes fluttering closed when he shifted to lather the soap through his hair and pushed up another inch. You gasped and gripped the side of the tub with white knuckles. 

The slow stretch was marvelous. You felt every millimetre of him as you sank the rest of the way down until you felt him bump your cervix. Any twitch was felt, even the minute movements caused by his hands working through his hair. You opened your eyes looking directly into Geralt's. He didn't look away like he usually did and you almost wished he had. His eyes burned into yours, twisting something in your chest close to the breaking point. 

You tore your eyes away from his after too much time to justify and realized he had yet to rinse his hair. You let out a breathy giggle, brushing some suds out of his hairline, "Is this your new fashion statement?" 

He smiled and shook his head before slowly leaning back into the water. The redistribution of weight had him pushing up against you even more, making you clench and him grunt as he gripped the side of the tub. The amount of self control he had would have impressed if you weren't lost in memorizing exactly how he felt inside you. 

When he sat up and half pulled out you chased him, fighting every urge to grind your hips against his, "Can I move yet?" Your voice was higher than you'd enjoy admitting later, but at this point you didn't care how desperate you looked. You needed him. Not just to move, you needed him to hold you tight to his chest and soothe the ache in yours for at least a few more minutes. 

"Almost."

For a moment you forgot you were sitting on his cock, taken by surprise by that damned tone again. You furrowed your brow, about to ask him about it before he held your hips to him with one arm and moved you both back against the end of the tub, giving him more leverage and better use of his hands. 

You whined at the small shifts within you, "Geralt,"

He slowly lifted your hips so only his tip was left inside you, "Slow or fast?" His face was a mix of hopeful and absolutely lost, eyes begging for something from under heavy lids. 

You whispered your answer, leaning forward to brace yourself against the edge, a hand to either side of his head, "Slow." 

He sighed, almost in relief, and pushed into you again in deliciously long strokes. In the back of your mind you thought that now would be the time for neck bites, hickeys, hiding your face in his clavical, but his shoulders were just under the surface of the now choppy water. Either way you didn't think you'd be able to look anywhere but his face. He was staring up at you, his gaze so vulnerable and fervent that you thought you could cry. You gritted your teeth to cut off the tears before they showed on your face, drinking up every bit of him like this as you could. 

His eyes never left yours as he thrust, gradually picking up the pace. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm with every snap of his hips. You kept your moans to breathless whimpers or gasps, something about the moment being far too personal to broadcast to the rest of the inn. You clenched around him, not trusting your words not to ruin this feeling. 

Geralt grunted, sitting up just a little more so you had your arms draped around his neck instead of holding yourself up. He let you take the pace, reaching one hand to rub your clit as the other roamed your body. You felt him twitch and clench his jaw with the effort of holding back. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair, as you rose and fell down his length, sending peaks of water over the edge of the tub. 

He picked up speed circling your clit and you let your forehead rest on his, eyes closing as you whined. You did your best to keep that flood of pleasure at bay just a little longer, wanting this to last forever, but it came crashing over you anyway. 

You pulled him closer to you, barely keeping the wherewithal to keep your lips to yourself as you rocked over him, holding your scream back to a strangled sigh and squeezing your eyes shut.  As soon as you came he let go, spilling deep into you. His soft moans reverberated over your whole body, almost making you dizzy with a whole different type of satisfaction. You slowed your hips, settling on Geralt's lap, still around his softening cock, forehead pressed against his. 

You didn't dare move as the two of you caught your breath, reveling in the feeling of being so close to him. You knew he'd started to recover when he laid one hand over your hip under the still warm water and the other cupped the back of your neck. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes to find his still closed, just as if he were sleeping. If you hadn't been so disoriented you might have called the look on his face reverence, but you just labeled it sweet. You untangled your hands from his hair only to trail your nails over his scalp and through the rest of the length. The contented hum you drew from him almost had you lurching forward to kiss him. 

His lips were mere inches away, but you held your ground. If you were the one to initiate a kiss and he rejected you you really didn't think you'd be able to come back from it. So you waited, praying he'd push forward the two inches between your lips and end the all-consuming tension. 

He never did. His hand slipped from the back of your neck, over your shoulder and down your back, sending chills up your spine. 

"Ready to get out?" 

 You shook your head with the smallest of movements, earning a chuckle from deep in his chest. You were determined to savor every moment, every breath. 

When you eventually got out of the bath and into bed you curled into his side and fell asleep, dreaming of staying right there forever. 

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part 9 here!

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[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 22

Chapter title: My Starlight

A/n:  THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR PATTON’s BIRTHDAY BUT I MISCALCULATED THE DATE BUT IMMA POST IT ANYWAY BECAUSE WRITING! ANYWAY, ENJOY ITS BAD. I decided to post it today because then it won't be a thing on Pats birthday and I can just focus on that Anyway this chapter is smOFT and im love them sO much and im gonna cry hes bapey. SORRY THIS CHAPTER SUCKS...ENJOY??

this is so bad lol it went from zero to a hundred real quick and it sucks

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words: 4270

summary: Its Pattons birthday and the day shall only be fun-filled

pairings: logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol

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“Happy Birthday!” Two squeals can certainly awaken a man from his troubled slumber. Those two bouncing on him as they hug him as well they can definitely do the trick. Patton blinks himself awake enveloping the twins in his arms, kissing them as thanks. They scramble practically buzzing around the room allowing their father to sit up, rub his eyes placing his frames delicately on his face.

“Good morning” He greets through a yawn, they giggle. A new figure becomes apparent, a smug Virgil and shy Damian approach. “Ah, I see” Patton recognizes, the plan unfolding.

“Why don't you guys go carefully get your dad's breakfast” Virgil wonders, the twins nods dragging a tired Damian with them. They disappear singing down the halls in delight. “I used the key you gave me” He admits, Patton laughs shaking his head. He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning in for a quick hug. “Happy birthday Pat” Virgil celebrates

“It is indeed the day of my birth” He yawns once more, dry tears welling from exhaustion. Virgil furrows his brows, checking Patton's face. “Hmm?”

“What time did you-”

“Breakfast for papa!” Valerie cheers, wobbling carefully through the door as Remus and Damian help her. “Look! We helped!” She announces, Virgil lifts her up on the bed with the other two joining soon after. Presenting a beautiful meal, bright fresh fruit, wafting eggs, and a seeping cup of coffee tinted with cinnamon.

“Oh it looks amazing!” he exclaims, the twins walk towards him hugging their father. “Thank you” he kisses them each, making sure Damian receives a hug for his effort.

“Cartoon time!” Remus decides taking the buried remote, he asks his father for assistance. Patton obliges turning the Tv on. The three children sit at the end of the bed watching the pictures across the screen. Virgil sits next to a starved Patton, only half paying attention.

“What are you fun-filled plans for the day?” Virgil whispers as a theme song plays out. Patton swallows a delectable bite watching his children bob along.

“Work, unfortunately,” Patton laments “but it'll be great!” he tries, his tired voice apparent. A quick buzz from his nightstand and he turns. “Gotta take this, I'll be right back” He takes his phone moving to the hallway. “Patton Hart!” As he had done so many times before

“Happy birthday you big doof!” Barbara's voice rings out, Patton laughs crossing his arms against his soft chest, the pajamas only warming him. “Love you!” She excites

“Hey, Babs!” He bites his lower lip, fidgeting with the ends of his pajamas. “Thank you, I love you too” He replies, sweet yawns released from both siblings. “Whatcha up to today?” he questions moving to the kitchen, the slight mess in the kitchen giving him something to do.

“Marce and I were gonna stop by your office before we left but Marce is afraid of missing the flight so..” She responds, a quick shuffle in the phone and soft mumblings.

“Good morning Patton” Marcy greets, Patton smiles to himself as he cleans away the remnants of the breakfast. “Happy birthday”

“Hey Marcy, thank you” He listens as more whines come through before the phone is retrieved. “She seems happy” Patton jokes, Barbara gives a dry laugh.

“She's tired, and mean!” She calls out, Marcy laughs retreating away from the phone. Patton shakes his head, practically visualizing their antics in his mind. “Alright, I love you Pat but I should finish packing,” She says, Patton nods realizing she can't see him. “Bye, and happy birthday”

“Bye!” And the phone goes dead, he sets it down. Humming carefully as he puts away the dishes, feet are heard behind him. He turns giving a small smile at Virgil who holds his breakfast tray. “Hey”

“Wanna finish in here?” Virgil wonders placing the tray down, Patton nods thankfully. “You okay?” Virgil sits on the counter, swinging his legs as he watches Patton.

“Yeah” Patton sighs “Just...tired” He stares through the window, watching the day move faster than usual. The bright January morning, putting up a warm facade knowing that should he step into a cold chill would entrap him.

“Any word from…” Virgil trails off, Patton groans quietly setting down the last dish. The warmth of the water leaving as the faucet shuts off. “Sorry”

“No, you're fine just...not today ok?” He requests, Virgil nods hopping off the counter as the children scatter into the room. “Hey munchkins!” Patton smiles, the twins race up to him tugging as his clothes. He picks them up planting soft kisses on their forehead. “You might wanna go get ready,” He tells them, they nod disappearing into their rooms.

“I should head out” Virgil checks his ever noisy phone, Damian takes his hand and places his other one in his mouth. “You okay Dee?” Virgil checks, the little boy yawns nodding.

“Sleepy” He responds simply, his thumbs getting quite clean. Virgil shakes his head playfully waving one final goodbye to Patton as he leaves. “Bye-bye uncle Pat” Damian waves, a slobbery hand Patton's final image.

Soon after he's finished with his food, Patton cleans up once more before taking his own advice. Choosing a more risky option for attire, risky meaning its much more Patton than it had been in a month. A light pastel shirt, a flowered patterned jacket, and dark pants. He smiles tightening his tie around his throat. Patting himself down, checking it out in the reflection. So safe he feels in his house now, his children laughing in earshot as he prepares for any usual day.

“Done!” The twins emerge showing off their own outfits. Patton gasps grinning as he claps excitedly.

“Absolutely marvelous!” He cries with an accent, they laugh taking his hands. Somehow after a few minutes, Patton finds himself in the driveway strapping the twins in for a ride. They play across their seats creating stories.  “All good?” Patton asks Remus, he looks away his gleam washing away. “What's up crabcake?” Patton strokes his cheek gently, Remus goes to say something but decides against it. Shaking his head is final.

With a new doubt planted in Patton, he sets off on the road, assuring both his children he loves them dearly as the ride continues.

~~~

“Oh god, you really shouldn't have” Patton mumbles, his face dusted a deep red. Roman bobs grinning wide. Patton closes the door behind as his eyes gaze across his office, balloons, streamers and music blast through. “WHats the occasion?” He jokes, setting his things down

“Happy birthday padre!” Roman cheers, Patton laughs rolling his eyes playfully. Roman opens his arms asking for a hug, Patton allows him a tight hug maybe lingered. “I have a cake coming later, and presents of course!” Roman lists, almost as if a schedule had been made

“Oh, wonderful” Patton comments sweetly. Roman pouts slumping his shoulders. “Oh, no Roman I adore this I promise!” He assures, taking Roman's hands as he marvels at the room. “I'm just....a little out of it Ro”

“Well, then let's get you into it!” Roman exclaims, dancing in time to the music. Patton laughs, his voice carries through the room. “Come on” Roman begs, Patton starts slow, a simple sway before suddenly the pair are at their own private disco. The music catches them as they twirl around the room.

“Pardon?” They stop, Roman, shutting off the music as Patton's face increases fast a bright red. Logan stands cautious in the doorway eyeing the room. Patton rubs his forehead, clutching his palms soon after digging. Logan watches the movement and rushes his words. “Patton, may I speak to you for a moment?” He extends a hand hoping that will allow the lawyer something else to take. Roman raises an eyebrow but sends the father forward. Patton takes Logan's hand, a soft twitch as they make their way into the hallway.

“Hi” He barely squeaks, the image of him dancing replaying in his mind. Wanting nothing more than to curl up in the corner and hide for eternity. Luckily a distraction would work, as Logan goes to speak Patton's phone beats him to it. “Patton Hart” He tires “Oh! Hey mom…” Logan's face morphs, his head cocks becoming alert. “Dinner? With you, dad and…” He sighs, pursing frustrated lips “Liam” He clicks his tongue. Logan takes the phone making sure Patton remains unscathed, pressing it to his own ear.

“Hello Gloria, unfortunately, Patton has plans tonight” Logan explains, Patton stifles a questionable laugh. “Oh I know, what a shame” he rolls his eyes, the most monotone voice he could conjure. “Goodbye!” He shuts the phone, returning it safely to Patton. Folding it softly in his hands, keeping a gentle hold.

“Plans?” he ponders, a smirk appearing. Logan licks his lips, nodding. “Do I get to know more or…?” Patton questions, Logan twirls his fingers in Patton's shaking his head. He leans in a soft kiss on Patton's cheek.

“Happy birthday Patton” He gives a final squeeze before retreating to his own office. A flushed Patton stands outside his door, hoping someone might catch him should he fall. A clearing of his throat, a quick adjustment to his glasses and he returns his posture.

“You were listening weren't you?” He asks a knowing Roman as he steps into the party. A giddy Roman sits nodding.

“Obviously” He waves it off, Patton sighs through a smirk. “So what does this mean?”

“Roman-” Patton tries

“Are you guys together?” Roman inquires, tapping excitedly

“Roman!”

“What does this mean for you and the twins?” He goes further

“Roman!” Patton interjects finally, his eyes wide

“None of those are answers” Roman notes, they laugh softly. “Come on Pat...tell me!” Roman pleads, a mocking pout as he leans across the desk.

“I don't know, something...happened at the party but...we haven't really discussed it since” Patton admits, tracing the nape of necks, careful sweat flows. Roman pokes him and so Patton recounts the tale of the confusing evening Patton had during the holiday party. Keeping only a few things and words to himself. “And I really haven't seen or talked to him much since then” Patton finishes, a worrying pace as his feet do their own dance.

“Oh my god...Farkles a romantic” Roman gasps, his fingers drumming with swirling ideas. “He actually said that? Nobody says that!” Roman would know, indulging himself in romance and love as much as he can. “Oh my god…” Disbelief oozes from the judge

“Roman?” Patton raises his brows, the judge meets his eyes.

“Do you think he looked it up?” Roman snickers, a playful nudge is registered. “I'm kidding, but he actually said that? Like he said the words ‘I want a fairytale?’” Roman tries his hardest not to laugh.

“Don't be mean, it was sweet…” Patton dazes away, remembering the soft sparkle of curiosity Logan emitted. An excitement as he tries something new, ready to document the outcome. Roman backs off, noticing a look he hadn't seen on Patton in awhile. Not since Liam, before everything, there was a time he did love Liam. And that same look graced his face. “What?” Patton snaps in front of Roman's face.

“You are happy, like actually genuinely happy,” Roman tells him, Patton fans his slight blush. “I hope it's what you want it to be” Roman stands, as the hour beckons him.

“Me too” Patton whispers “Bye Ro, thanks for...all of this” He gestures around the room. Roman gives him a quick squeeze on the shoulder.

“Always Pat” He promises “Happy birthday” And soon enough he's gone. Leaving Patton to his own devices, the room should feel empty but for once it bursts as Patton's thoughts run wild with possibility. His cheek still burning with the fading touch of Logan's lips against him, a connection he longed for more of. What a day! He chuckles to himself, giving himself another brief pause to simply be. Ignoring the incoming birthday messages because only one notification matters to him, Logans.

“Happy birthday!” Remy and Emile know no bounds as they bust through the door, laughing with a giggling Thomas in their arms. Patton places his buzzing phone on the table to greet them, an infinite smile as Thomas is secured in his arms.

Roman was right

He was happy

~~~

“Hey Logan, you busy?” Roman knocks, the lawyer shakes his head ushering the judge in. Roman takes a confident seat, sinking his back into the chairs he felt all day.

“Not at the moment, what may I do for you?” Logan wonders still reviewing the files across his desk, checking through the papers he listens to a snickering Roman, his mind somewhere else. “Roman?” Logan questions again

“Oh nothing” He sighs, tapping gently on the wood, a clicky echo through the room. “I just...wanna hold a hand” He admits wistfully, Logan hums used to his antics simply nods. “I wanna be with someone, I wanna get lost...in someone's eyes” He continues a smirk, leaning into Logan blinks finally adjusting his papers.

“Pardon?” Logan squeaks, keeping his demeanor stable as Roman stifles his laughter. “S-sounds like a fairytale” He coughs, loosening his tie, had the room become hot?

“Then goddamnit Logan, I want a fairytale!” Roman can't believe how perfectly it had been set up. He bursts laughing, Logan groans burying his head into his arms. “I should fight for my happily ever after” He deems

“Patton told you?” Logan guesses from his hidden cove. Roman nods as his hearty cheers fill the room, full light of joy. Logans not sure what to do except exhaling sharply, feeling as though his nose would fall off.

“How drunk were you?” Roman barely laughs, wiping away the tears from his fit. Logan clutches the table organizing the files, a frustrated mumble as he does so. He stuffs away a small box, wrapped neatly, into his drawer.

“I had approximately one drink” He remembers, his fingers itching desperate for Patton's hold in his. “Its stupid, I understand” He rubs his forehead, Roman clicks his tongue shaking his head.

“No, its romantic Lo, like nobody says that stuff in real life but uh...romantic” Roman smiles “So, birthday plans?” Roman leans forward, placing his intrigue in his hands, a sweet smile. Logan feels his face arise in a lovely shade of red, he lets out a shaky laugh feeling his mind drift away. His hands interlaced carefully with Patton's as they walk through the chilly remains of January, the twins rushing ahead of them in laughter. Entrapped in their own frolics and games as Patton watches with love pouring from his beautiful eyes. Logan tightens his hold, a sweet kiss to Patton's forehead as they make their way to…

”Dinner” He whispers, the room opens once more. “A nice walk, and home” He recites simply because that's what Patton needed. Something simple and loving, a way to show his affection through slow means. Nothing complicated, no pressure, and a celebration.

“Sounds wonderful” Roman compliments, he snaps his fingers “You know the twins are staying with Virge right? Remy and Emile are taking them to dinner” Roman reminds, Logan's stomach tugs not sure which feeling to settle on. Excited for this intimate moment the lawyers will share together, but disappointed, he was...looking forward to seeing the twins. He shakes his head nodding.

“Well, I suppose it's just the two of us” He takes his glasses, wiping the glass with a cleaner on his desk. A giddy rush passes through him, Roman watches the man's face switch through, as if he held his own remote.

“Hey, do you love Patton?” Roman lets out, shrugging as he leans comfortably. Logan coughs on his dry throat, frantically grasping for water.

“I-” His eyes widen, the typical curiosity that pools them replaced with fear of what the future deemed. Roman chuckles running a soft hand through his hair. “I like Patton, and I lo-” He steps delicately on the floor, pacing in position. “I don't know!” He stands quickly

“Logan, I was kidding, take it easy, look you don't have to…” He watches the fearful man “Know that right now but it has to be headed that way dude. He has two kids, you both have full-time jobs and you're headed towards commitment. I love you dude but you're way past casual dating.” Roman recites, dusting off his robes “You have to be in this for the long ride-” Logan stops him

“I know Roman, I made it clear that I was serious about this. I'm not going to walk away. I feel like I'm repeating myself. I love Patton's kids, and I care, so much, about Patton.” Logan assures, Roman bites his lower lips smirking. “Why is this anyone's business but ours?” Logan pleads, Roman chuckles

“You're kidding right?” He checks, Logan remains, sighing deeply. “Ok we love you, but you're not Logan Tolentino the lawyer anymore. You're not Patton's friend anymore, you're more than that. Which is an amazing thing to be, but-”

“I'm not Liam.” Logan argues, he scoffs angrily. “Why does everyone keep implying that?”

“No one has ever actually said that, but you keep making the connection” Roman notes “For a reason, you're not Liam but if there is even the slight chance?” Roman cocks his head “Just make sure you're in this, because I swear to god, if Patton gets hurt one more time...”

“I know” Logan agrees.

“Just focus on dinner for now ok?” Roman goes around the desk, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. “You don't have to worry about the twins, about Liam or his parents about whether you love Patton or not. Just uh...give him a nice time, ok?” Roman asks

Do I love Patton?

Does he love me?

Am I Liam…?

Logans brain races fast, his mind overwhelmed. Flashing pictures and memories flow, he feels dizzy as he sits once more. Burying his head in the desk, what was wrong with him? He longed for when none of this concerned him. For when he saw the twins and Patton and kept his infatuation away, locked in a box to rot. Whether he loved Patton or not was consuming his mind every waking moment, each step he took burning with hot desire.

Do you love Patton?

“I think I do”

~~~

“Be good for me ok?” Patton kneels holding his twins close, they smile exhausted from their journey of a day but conjure up a nod. After sweet farewell kisses, he watches his friend take their arms waving goodbye to Patton. He will never get used to it, that sharp pain as Patton's hold over his life drifts away. It goes away after a moment but that transition hurts.

“Patton, are you alright?” Logan wonders, Patton turns his mind clears as his eyes fall upon the figure. His eyes glisten reflecting the stars above. “Patton?”

“You look...you always just look…” Patton marvels, a soft smile spreads across his face. “Nice, you look so nice” He decides, feeling the overuse of ‘perfect’ in the past few months. Logan stifles his smile, he extends his hand through the chilly air, Patton takes it feeling his favorite spark. Logan pulls him close, walking them side by side.

“Patton you look stunning” Logan whispers through his frosty breath. Patton averts his gaze towards the moon, hoping his blush isn't as evident. Logan fiddles sweetly with Patton's fingers in his own, Patton wishes for nothing more than to stay connected.

“So! What's the evening plan?” Patton inquires, leaning into Logan's coat much to the lawyer's excitement.

“A simple dinner, a nice walk and then home” Logan lists, Patton hums delighted at the sound of something so perfect. “Does that sound enjoyable?” Logan checks, Patton lifts their joined hands kissing Logans softly.

“It sounds absolutely perfect” He assures yawning. The walk continues until they reach the restaurant, Patton puts distance between him and logan keeping their hands together, he stares through the window. “Shall we?” He asks, Logan purses his lips he tugs gently at Patton's hand bringing him in. He places his under Patton jaw kissing him. A quick shock but Patton leans into it feeling safe wrapped in his arms. His eyes remain closed even as Logan pulls away, he opens them once more grounding himself.

“We shall” Logan leads him in, allowing the host to seat the pair at their reserved table. Taking their coats, they sit, Logan helps Patton into his chair before taking his own place. Patton smiles as he browses the menu, his favorite routine as they meet across the table, fingers interlaced. “Anything look good?” Logan questions, looking through his own menu.

“Mmm, water” He hums, Logan chuckles. “Maybe a non-alcoholic mojito?” He checks, Logan nods skimming the wine menu. Quickly the night moves on, a nice flow as they order their drinks than their main courses. “Oh, my...delicious Lo” Patton swallows a delectable bite.

“I'm glad, I was wary about the vegetarian option” Logan admits, Pattons smile falters a shaky smile. Patton found it silly how much that simple thought meant. When picking a place, Logan took into consideration Patton.

Logan...took into consideration...Patton

Me?

“Patton?” Logan tilts his head, squeezing the man's hand. “Everything alright?”  Patton nods finishing his food, swallowing his overwhelming thoughts with water. Patton kisses Logan's hand, grateful for simply the entire night.

“The twins want you to join us at Disneyworld'' Patton adds, Logan smirks twirling his spaghetti. “They also want you to join us for snuggle Sunday” He raises a brow, a coy sweetness. Logan chuckles biting his lower lip.

“I would not mind both of those” Logan admits, Patton grins thanking the waitress as she clears their plates. “Which reminds me, I have a gift- er gifts for you” Patton sighs, feeling his cheeks flush. “Don't, I know what you're thinking and just...don't” Patton leans in

“You shouldn't have” Patton rushes, Logan slams his hand delicately laughing.

“I should and did so…” Logan swishes his lips “Deal with it” He snarks, Patton giggles rolling his playful eyes. “Ok, this if for, you and the twins…” He hands Patton an envelope watching as a cautious look quickly turns to shock. A small gasp as tears threatens his already weak eyes.

“Logan…” He can't find the words, they dance around but nothing amounts to the absolute thankfulness he feels. “I can't accept this, you know that right?” Logan groans, Patton wipes away the soft tears.

“You can and will, plus seeing as I'm coming with you…” Logan trails off, Patton shakes his head returning the envelope. “Think it over ok?” Logan requests, Patton sighs but nods knowing he's in no state of mind to argue. “Thank you, I have one more item for you” He reaches into his coat pulling out a small box, one he had spent hours gently piecing together. The wrapping a sweet baby blue with fragrant flowers decorating them.

“You spoil me” Patton giggles taking it, opening the paper carefully and neatly.

“Not nearly enough” Logan mutters to himself, Patton finds a deep box under it and opens it. A sweet gasp as he removes the item from its home. A navy blue tie is shown, beautiful patterns are etched through it in white and pastel colors.

“Oh, it's...beautiful Lo…” Patton looks at it, an absolute glimmer in his eyes. After dessert, maybe too many thanks from Patton, the pair retreat back outside. The warmth from each other circling them gently as they walk. They decide to go off their path, Logan leads Patton by the waterside. Humming softly Patton keeps himself quiet as to listen to the wonderful melody.

“You're quiet” Logan notes after a brief pause, Patton chuckles, his breath appearing in the starry night a moment later.

“Oh do keep going, you sound lovely” Patton requests, Logan stops them under the opening of the stars. He leans in kissing Patton carefully, cupping his cheeks as he does so. Patton meets Logan's hands pulling apart in a calm smile.

“Pat, look” Logan gleams watching the stars above him “Oh the sky..” Patton purses his lips, he takes Logan's cheek, kissing him softly. Logan melted into it, fiddling ever so delicately with Patton's hands in his own. “The stars Patton…” Logan wants to take one in his hand, play around with it, study every sparkle and feeble thing till he exhausted its draining light. Patton smiles.

“You're my star” He whispers gently watching as Logan continues marveling at the starlights. “Happy birthday me” He shines with pure joy, broken ever so quickly by his phone. “One-moment starlight” He excuses himself, neither phased by the nickname poured of affection, lingering on Logan's hands for a second.

“Patton Hart” He greets, a state of euphoria.

“Tick tock mister Hart, you don't have much longer” Why must the line go dead?