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[a-soft-aside]

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Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x reader

Summary: Your recent work trip is the longest time you and Robby have been apart since you two started dating. He’s thought of you non-stop and all the things he’s been wanting to do to you. He gives you a welcome home to remember. A/N: THIS IS PURE SMUT (with a lil exposition). +18, MINORS DNI. sorry y'all this got real freaky real fast. just Robby loving on you and then proceeding to rearrange your guts (not medically) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ CW: Explicit sexual content, age gap (reader is in her early 30s), FACE SITTING, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, praise kink, body worship, p in v, creampie. WC ~2k.

You stroll down the terminal at Pittsburgh International Airport, luggage in tow, and look down to see a notification ping on your phone: Parked right outside. see you soon

You can’t help but smile. You’re tired, jet lagged, and in desperate need of a shower. Despite all of this, you’ve never been happier. The last three and a half weeks felt like some of the longest of your life. You normally looked forward to traveling for work; you enjoyed immersing yourself in a different culture, meeting new people, trying delicious food. But while you were overseas, all you wished was that Robby was there to enjoy it with you. Surrounded by bustling crowds and colorful open-air markets, you still longed for the domestic safe haven you had created together. Mornings spent in your warm bed with Robby were some of your favorites. 

You walk outside to the Arrivals lot and squint into the sunlight, searching for your boyfriend. You spot him to your left, leaning against his car, sunglasses on. He sees you walking toward him and beams. It makes your heart stutter even now. Your walk turns into a light jog and you fly into his arms into a bear hug. You allow yourself to fully melt in his embrace, and you hear a soft hum of contentment from deep within his throat. 

He reluctantly releases you to take your suitcase and place it in the open trunk. You hop into the passenger seat and stretch out your legs languidly. As the car pulls away from the airport, Robby asks about your travels in more detail, and you chatter excitedly for a few minutes. 

“It feels so good to be back,” you sigh, rolling down the car window to let in the breeze outside. 

“That makes two of us. I missed you.”

You take in his side profile, his crows feet, his aquiline nose, and feel as if your heart might burst. “I missed you too.” 

Of course, you didn’t know the half of it. Robby hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you actually. He’d find himself lost in thought at work, wishing for a moment of peace in his stressful day where it was just you and him. Still, his job was a much needed distraction from your absence. It was when he went home that he missed you the most. It felt like a light long since extinguished inside him had been lit again when he met you. His colleagues at the Pitt joked that he’d turned into a lovesick teenager. 

As time went on, his mind began to wander in other ways. He craved your lush body, the little sounds you’d make when he touched you in all the right places. You two had been at each other non-stop since you began dating, and the time apart only intensified his need. 

Robby scratched his beard before speaking. “So I was thinking...tonight…if you wanted to–”

“Yes,” you interrupt, understanding what he was getting at. You had packed your vibrator with you for your trip, but it couldn’t compare to Robby. You had laid in your hotel room night after night, your breathing rapid, imagining him on top of you, in you. 

Robby smiled. “I was wondering if you wanted to try something new,” he went on. You waited for him to continue, curious. 

“I want you to sit on my face.” he says plainly, almost casually, one hand on the steering wheel, the other elbow resting on the car’s center console. Your breath hitches. He keeps his eyes on the road while your eyes are on him. You feel your face flush. You’ve had your fair share of sexual partners go down on you, try to get you off (key word being try), but never had someone blatantly request this. Nor had you ever done it. You wouldn’t describe yourself as naive or coy by any means, and yet the image his suggestion provides immediately leaves you flustered. You start to feel arousal stir between your legs.

“Sure. I’m down,” you say, hoping he doesn’t detect the slight waver in your voice. “I’ll do my best to try and not suffocate you, but no promises,” you joke to play off your nerves.

“I’d be fine with that.” He finally turns to look at you, the corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. His eyes have a mischievous glint in them, almost boyish. You feel like you’re being toyed with, and you hate how much it’s turning you on.

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You emerge from the shower with your hair still damp, dressed in a camisole and sleep shorts that show off the slightest bit of cheek. Robby is already laying back in bed, his eyes on you.

“So fresh and so clean, clean,” you sing mostly to yourself, doing a little shimmy. Robby laughs, thinking about how you brought levity back in his life the moment you stepped into it. Most days he doesn’t believe in God, but just in case, he thanks him for bringing you. 

He looks you up and down, making a note to also thank God for your outfit. 

“C’mere.” 

You happily approach him and crawl onto the bed into his lap. He pulls you into a deep kiss, gripping you at the waist. His fingers slip underneath your top and caress your soft skin. You let out a quiet “mmmm” into his open mouth and roll your hips against his. 

You rush to remove your top and pull his shirt off his head, and pull him close again. Your kisses progressively grow more and more sloppy, until you’re both panting, all teeth and tongue. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you lightly scratch his nape, where his hair is buzzed. He breaks the kiss suddenly to look at you. “Let me taste you.” His voice is gruff, and you feel your insides liquify. 

“I’m nervous,” you blurt out, before you can stop yourself. “What if you don’t like the way I look at that angle?” You wish you could bury the shame that’s seeping in. Despite your age difference with Robby, you don’t often feel it. In fact, it’s felt like the most natural relationship you’ve ever been in. No mind games, no immaturity. Just two adults with a clear expression of what they want; each other. The thought of coming across as needy or insecure makes you grimace. 

He takes a second to register what you’ve just said. While Robby may not be an open book, the softening of his expressive face speaks for him. He cups your face tenderly and looks into your avoidant eyes. “Sweetheart…I love you at every angle. But if you don’t want to, you can let me know. Right now all I want to do is make you feel good. But I can’t lie and say that wouldn’t make me feel really fucking good too.” He chuckles, running his knuckles down your bare back, something you find he absentmindedly does often when you’re cuddling in bed together. You shiver at his touch, the calluses on his hands, and are suddenly consumed again with a deep, insatiable, want. 

You bite your lip and without saying a word, you get up onto your knees on the bed. You take off your shorts and slowly pull your underwear down your thighs, where you’ve left a slick spot in the center of the fabric. Robby notices. He notices everything. He watches you almost reverently, his eyes growing dark. You approach him and swing your leg over his chest, have him straddled. You inch further and further up, until you’re hovered above his face, his eager mouth. You stay there for a moment, your core throbbing. He looks at you like the key to his deliverance is between your legs. 

In one swift movement, you drop down to meet his lips. You immediately moan at the sensation, and he lets out his own groan of pleasure. What happens next is an onslaught on all of your senses. You press your palms and forehead flat against the headboard in front of you for support as his mouth works under you with fervor, licking at your folds and lapping at your wetness. You squeeze your eyes shut, whining and bucking your hips, chasing the feeling. You feel the tip of his nose lightly brush against your clit and it’s like setting off a live wire. He drags his tongue against your clit again and the sensitivity is almost too much to bear. 

The wet sounds that fill the room are obscene, but you’re too far gone to care. All you hear are Robby’s grunts as he eats you, ravenous. Whatever insecurity you might have had prior to sitting on top of him have gone out the window—you forget yourself and where you are, only luxuriating in his worship. You throw your head back and arch your spine, bring your hands to your breasts and start fondling them, playing with your nipples. Robby emits a low rumbling hum of approval, enjoying the view you’re giving him.

You look down and admire how your thighs frame Robby’s face, the burn his beard leaves as it rubs against your most sensitive areas. You meet his brown eyes and see that he’s looking up at you possessively. You run your fingers through his greying hair and grind down further onto him. 

You start to ride his face, wanting more, more, more. Robby senses your frenzied energy and gladly reciprocates; he places his large hands on the sides of your hips, holding you down. He runs a hand over your ass, giving it a smack. You gasp and see him grin against you. You reach your hand back behind you and feel for his cock, the hardness bulging against his boxer briefs. His smile drops immediately and he lets out a guttural groan, thrusting into your touch. He grumbles something barely intelligible, though you can feel the vibrations against your pussy, sending a spark through you. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you tease, your voice breathless and airy. Suddenly, you’re yanked by your ankles and pulled further down the bed, until you’re flush against Robby’s sturdy chest. You let out a yelp as you land, and you feel the warm, solid strength of his arms locking you in place. You’re completely enveloped in him, and it’s dizzying. 

You nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, when he finally growls in your ear “I said, you’re fucking trouble.” You whimper, fully aware of how drenched you are. 

Your legs instinctively spread, his knees propped up in between. He tugs the waistband of his boxer briefs down, and you feel his length, long and cut, rub against your entrance. He doesn’t break eye contact as he slowly pushes in, bit by bit.

Your mouth falls open, relishing in the delicious stretch. Robby is always nothing but careful when he first enters you, making sure you’re never in discomfort. Once he bottoms out, he pauses, letting you savor his fullness, every inch of him. He then tilts his hips down momentarily, before driving back into you. You let out a squeal. With each deep stroke, he goes faster and faster until he develops a steady rhythm. You begin to tremble, but his arms are still holding you in place, rendering you near motionless. 

Giving you no option but to lay there as he fucks into you. Robby cradles the back of your head as he keeps you anchored. Moan after moan is spilling from your lips with each deep thrust as he fucks you into oblivion, into a state of bliss. You feel like your eyes might roll into the back of your skull. You’re also vaguely aware that you might be drooling. Ever the multi-tasker, Robby gently brushes the hair out of your face and kisses you on the top of your head, the pace of his thrusts no less relenting. He lifts your chin to look up at him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs. “My pretty girl.” You whine, so close to being completely undone. When Robby talks to you like this, it’s enough to take you over the edge. And he knows it. 

“God, you love taking it like this, don’t you?” 

You nod weakly, feeling nearly delirious. 

“M-Michael…” you hiccup. 

“I know baby, I know. Let it out.”

You sense your orgasm barreling toward you and yet you’re no more prepared; your vision goes white as if you’re staring directly at the sun. You come with a loud wail, your nails digging into the faded tattoos on Robby’s biceps, fingers scrabbling to find some release. 

He holds you close and fucks you through it, continuing to soothe you as you come down from your high. The way your walls clench around him makes him practically choke, and he comes hard, his voice strangled and hoarse. You feel him pulse inside you, filling you up again. 

You remain on his chest for a short while, the both of you absolutely spent. The only sound in the room now is your shuddering breaths. In a minute, you both will get up, wash off, and cuddle back in bed. But for now, you stay in this moment with Robby. 

“Welcome home,” he whispers, smoothing your disheveled hair. 

Home. You like the sound of that.

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your big bear

capt. john price

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/46), pet names, established relationship (married), missionary, sweet/dirty talk, oral sex (reader receives)

a/n: this is sadly not a hybrid au, but there will be one soon!

you loved your big bear. jonathan price was his name, a good man. worked hard as a captain and now retired. forty-six, long time in the forces. so retirement took to him well.

even with the aches and pains you loved him. when you told him if you made him feel young, he chuckled and pinched your cheek.

"i'm no cradle robber, love." he said in that gruff voice of him. the kind of voice that made you weak in the knees.

your nickname for him stuck, even when he tried to coax you into other names - honey, sweetie, daddy. but you loved your big bear, so why change the name?

he sort of lumbered around, a bad pain in his hip and knee kept him less than nimble, the hairiness of his chest and face kept you warm in the winter months, he loved how you cooked fist (especially salmon).

but there was one aspect that made him the most bear-like.

his ability to manhandle you. while the average grizzly would just eat you, price had a different way of eating. currently he was between your legs in bed with his tongue pressed up against your bare cunt. your thighs over his shoulders and those broad hands across your soft skin.

"fuck, big bear." you whimpered as he continued to play with your clit with his tongue. his bread was scratchy against your thighs and you felt the excitement of pleasure wash over you.

you held onto his brown hair, it was greying at the temples. you gave it a firm yank and he held on a little tighter.

"careful there, cub. i'd hate to put ya over my knee for ripping my hair out." he continued to give your inner thighs beard burn as he teased your clit. you pussy tasted perfect to him, the sort of perfect that only encouraged him more and more.

"fuck, ah. john!"

he chuckled lowly before he took one hand away from your thighs and captured both of your wrists to pin them on your stomach above where he was. he said, "stay, cub. be a good girl for me."

he was just so big, that was your fault though. you wanted to get with the biggest, burliest man you could get your hands on, good thing that price liked you in return. he kept you pinned to the bed by your wrists and continued to orally pleasure you, the feeling zipped up your spine and made you hot all over. the thump of pleasure through your core as he kept kissing at your sweet pussy.

"my precious girl." he moaned into your pussy as he continued to lick your slit, his eyes closed as he continued to gorge himself on you. it tasted against, you felt like heaven. he loved you.

you felt dream-like, the pleasure only continued to grow inside of you. there was a leap of excitement through your core as you stayed pinned on the bed. this was what heaven must have felt like.

"you taste like honey, and i'm one hungry grizzly."

you chuckled lightly between the heightened pleasure, "you cheesy bastard."

price kissed your clit before he pulled away and looked into your eyes, "only for you, petal." then got up and away from your pussy. his cock stood proud against his fuzzy stomach. you were painfully aroused.

he eyed you up and down for a moment, and felt so deeply in love with you. he licked his lips before he wiped his beard. he hiked you up by the hips and admired you. his blue eyes gazed across your flustered form.

"beautiful." he mused before he sank his cock into you. you tensed up for a moment before he started to rock his hips against you. he wrapped your legs around his waist and leaned forward. he pressed a hand against the wall behind the bed and moved against you with strong thrusts.

"fuck, john." you shuddered.

"i love how my name sounds on your tongue, petal." he said with the utmost affection. he continued to rock against you, his thrusts were heavy and it made your soul sing for him. your beloved john.

you shuddered under him, felt the throb for him between your legs. you yearned for your man, your john. the feeling of him so close as he made love to you felt amazing. you could feel the excitement crawl through you, the hyperactivity in your brain as he made love to you.

"my beautiful girl." price said lightly, "my precious angel, bein' with an old dog like me. makin' me work your pretty little pussy, but it's all mine. no question about that." he purred lowly and you felt the excitement course through you.

"please, john." you moaned.

"prettiest voice in all of england. hell, the most beautiful woman in the whole world. and all mine, my precious little love." he purred. he thrusted up into you. he panted against you, the movements excited him greatly. the rush of want through the both of you.

you whined and arched your hips a little bit, and price only admired you more. there was something about how you looked under him that drove him mad. he continued to rut against you.

"quite the fuckin' sight." he mused as he moved faster.

"i love you."

"and i love you too, petal."

you shared a passionate kiss, you could taste your pussy on his lips, but you only dove deeper into the kiss with your husband. the center of your universe, the man you'd love for the rest of your days. you said your vows, and you made your promise to your bear of a man.

"my big bear."

"my little cub." he chuckled lightly as he took you by the hips and hiked them up a little higher to access you from a better angle. the feeling of his cock hitting up against all of your sweet spots made you feel even more excited to have sexually.

you held onto his strong, broad shoulders as he continued to make love to you. the forse he used was full of passion and made you core swim with desire. the pleasure mounted further in your cure with each movement.

you were pinned under him, letting him use your body as he saw fit. the feeling elated you, excited you beyond words. he was the kind of lover that would make anyone drool. and he was all yours, only yours.

price was obsessed with you, but not in a way that it dampened your love for him. he was protective, supportive, a provider in every sense of the word. all the way down to making you feel good. it was hard not to be so deeply in love with him - he was the man you always yearned for. wanted. and he wanted you.

and with each heavy stroke of his hips against yours, the promise was sealed. you were his and he was yours. hand in ever loving hand forever.

"my love. my woman." he said softly.

you kissed him once more before you replied, "my world. my man." you chuckled, your lips close to his before he captured your lips once more in a searing kiss.

he kissed across your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. he continued to rut up against you, his thrusts heavy as he took all of you. with a few more ruts against your sweet sex, you were holding onto him tightly.

you panted and he pressed his forehead against yours. he continued his quick movements, it left after shivers run through you. it was a small inferno in his soul as he fucked you, and soon after he finished inside of you with one final thrust. he went in for another steamy kiss before he pulled away and laid out on the bed beside you.

you draped an arm across your bear of a lover and kissed his temple softly. you giggled lightly, "my big bear."

he pulled you in closely, your sweaty body against his. he kissed you deeply on the lips before he added, "my everything. now why don't i get you some water and you pick a movie for us to watch tonight."

you broke into a big grin. no matter what - you'd always be spoiled by your precious husband. your big bear <3

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My Husband - Theo Nott x wife read

Description: The one thing that drives Theo literally crazy is when you call him "my husband"

Word count: 1.1k words

Warnings: violence - Theo getting into a fight, swearing, possessiveness, slight harassment

Reblogs, comments, and likes are extremely appreciated.

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Call him self-centred. If there was one thing Theo loved hearing you say, most of all, it was two words, so simple that everyone else would hardly pay them any attention. "My husband" Yes, that's right, your husband, he would think.

Once you realised what it did to him it was basically a get out of jail free card.

He's mad? "my grumpy husband," you'd say, his frown relaxed, the smile that itched the corners of his lips tells you what it needs to.

You want money? "My darling husband, your wife needs to shop" you'd softly say with your palm out, while he practically falls over himself finding you his wallet.

It was about to exceed your expectations, indeed in public, and not directed towards him at all.

You and Theo navigated through the thick crowd of people, occasionally greeting old friends, at a gala, before Theodore left you to fetch you both a drink.

Patiently waiting for Theo's return, content, until you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to find Vincent Crabbe with a sly grin as his hand reached towards you to offer a drink.

"No, thank you, Theo's on his way with my drink" you politely decline

"Oh come on, take it" he insists, coming closer

You unintentionally breathed out an annoyed sigh. Crabbe was just like this in school too, so relentlessly determined to start something with you.

"Crabbe, please don't make me say no again, we both know it won't end well" You smile, your lips closing even tighter this time as you inch away from the unwanted company

"It's habit, you know, the things I'd would do if I- I-I've always wanted just, one, chance" he desperately, almost drunkenly admits, coming so close that you can smell his lunch on his breath

"Yes well, I suggest you kick the habit now, considering my husband’s leniency spreads thin after one blow" You quickly say before stepping back, Theodores hands catch your waist, moving you behind him, as he steps forward, now closer to Crabbe face than he tried to get to yours.

"See Crabbe, I heard that last sentence my wife spoke, and" Theo started, synchronised with his hands rolling up his white linen shirt to his elbows

"- I don't like the way she sounded. Her tone almost scared, Crabbe, wouldn't you agree?" He continued as he backed him into a corner, you followed close behind, watching your husband unfold.

"The sort of scared that you're showing in your face right now, that's the scared I hear in my wife's voice when you were exceedingly flirting with her. Would you agree with that too?" he says his anger rising, his jaw tensing.

"N-No, I mean yes, yes, or no, no! I-" Crabbe stumbled on his words as quickly as he was stumbling over his overworking feet, all ability to flee from Theodore was impossible

Theo had weighed up his opinions but every time he blinked he saw red, hearing your voice repeating 'my husband’s leniency'. It was a reminder of who he was to you, who you are to him, something to protect by any means, that's when he fist acted before his words, clashing into the side of Crabbe's face twice.

Crabbe now on the floor, Theo dropped one more blow directly to his mouth, his wedding ring marking his the skin below his nose "See how well your mouth works now with a busted lip, you piece of shit" He spatout as he left his wounded foe.

"Are you ok? Come on" Theo's brows upturned, frantically worried he missed the worst of your conversation with Crabbe.

"I'm fine, let's get out of here" you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

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Now home and safe in bed, Theo stared straight ahead, taking his hands in yours, you gently place delicate kisses to his busted knuckles.

"Baby" he almost whispers out, if your weren't paying such cautious attention to him you might have missed it.

Clawing on top of him you move your hands to his face as his hands take a strong grip of each side of your hips.

"I know" you soothe

Before you can add to the comfort, Theodore's lips lock yours.

The kiss needy, greedy and possessive.

His mouth moving down to your neck, "you know how much I love when you do this shit" he says behind wet hot breathes "Do what?" you smile

"call me your husband" he growls

"You are my husband" you beam, as the words leave your mouth, his hands dig into your thigh like a deathgrip

"I fucking know" he whimpers.

You feel him shift beneath you, his body humming under your touch like a live wire, each kiss, each word, only spurring him on further. It was like a thread inside him snapped every time you repeated the words.

His grip tightened, enough to bruise if you stayed like that too long, but you only welcomed it, sinking against him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.

"My girl," he muttered harshly against your skin, voice cracking, almost desperate. "My wife."

You thread your fingers into his hair, giving a gentle tug that earns a guttural sound from deep in his chest. Theo had always had this temper, but this part of him, raw and pleading, always followed his outbursts.

"All yours," you whisper back, lips brushing his ear, the words an oath. Theo pulls away enough for your eyes to meet his.

"You scared me," he says, voice hoarse. "When I saw you, when I heard you. I could've fucking killed him."

"I know," you murmur again, stroking the side of his face with your thumb, the bruised knuckles resting against your hip.

"I fucking should've" his eyes exploring your own as if he was searching for reassurance

"I'd do it again," he continues

You smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth

"I know," you repeat

Theo’s hands roamed now, slower, more deliberate. His nose brushes yours before his lips dip to kiss your cheeks all over

"Say it again," he mumbles.

You knew entirely what he meant

"My husband." flashing his your wedding ring

And just like that, the air leaves his lungs in one, broken exhale, as if the words physically knocked the breath out of his body.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, pulling you flush against him, "I’m done for."

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AUTHOR NOTE:

HIIIIIII my lovelies. Getting back into writing, starting with something small-ish, my apologies if it's not up to scratch, first time writing in months LOLLL. Also, this is unread or unedited.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are extremely appreciated.

All my love,

B <3.

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gamer!Ghost x f!gamer!reader | Previous Part

From that call on, it was rare to see either of you streaming alone. You quickly grew into a dynamic duo, and both of your fan bases grew. After a few weeks of playing together almost daily, the new nickname, flying by in chat, caught your attention. ‘Gamer Husband and Wife’. Ghost’s nicknames, which he dropped without inhibition, didn’t help the matter too much either, but you didn’t mind.

Although during one game, it was especially bad. That night, you seemed to be permanently blushing. You tried to cover it by quickly steering the conversation towards the game, and it kind of worked, but whenever Ghost talked, he always found a way to build in nicknames. Love, lovie, sweetheart, sugar. Whatever came to his mind in the moment. And it kept you red like a little schoolgirl with her first crush. So, you decided to turn the tables.

“Nice shot, babe.” The silence stretched for longer than you thought it would, and for a moment, you thought you overstepped, but then a message popped up. Mute use for the stream. You did as he asked, sending him a thumbs-up emoji in response, and then his voice returned. “Good lord love, say that again.” Your eyes widened as you looked anywhere but at your face cam. “B-Babe?” He groaned, heat immediately gathering low in your stomach. “I love it when you say that.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” The rumble in his voice had you squirming in your seat.

“What I wouldn’t give to have you squirming like that on my lap.” Your head shot up, eyes connecting with the face cam, and you knew that, through a screen, you were looking directly into his eyes. “Ghost…” After a few moments, he cleared his throat and spoke again. “Let’s finish this round, yeah? We’ll talk after.” You just nodded and quickly unmuted both of you again.

No matter how hard you tried, it was virtually impossible for you to just continue as per usual. His groan was now engraved in your brain, and no matter what you tried, no matter what you thought about, your face felt hot, and you just knew that you were blushing again. The teasing in chat didn’t let up either, and by the time both you and Ghost said goodbye to your viewers and ended the stream, you felt as if you had a sunburn on your face.

“You alright, love?” Instinctually, your eyes jumped to the face cam, but when you realized that it was off anyway, they returned to your screen, where another surprise was waiting for you. The moment you realized what was happening, your heart started racing. Simon had turned on his face cam, and for the first time, you were able to see him.

Well, some of him, the lower half of his face, was hidden behind a black surgical mask. And while all you wanted to do was stare at him, memorize the specks of gold in his brown eyes and the freckles on the bits of cheek you could see, you couldn’t help but avoid your eyes. You knew how much he valued his privacy, and maybe it was an accident, and he didn’t mean to reveal himself to you.

“Simon, your cam…” You glanced up and watched as the skin around his eyes crinkled, his smile hidden beneath the mask. “I know, love. Turned it on on purpose. Hope you don’t think I’m too hideous.” Now that you had his indirect permission, you fully turned your attention to him and what he was revealing. And now that you really looked, you noticed the look in his eyes. The uncertainty, the nerves. He was waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t know what. Until you did.

“You’re beautiful, Si.” His eyes widened slightly before he smiled again. Or you at least assumed he did. “Not as beautiful as you, love.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you clicked and turned on your own cam. “I wouldn’t say that…”

“Oh, but I would.” Silence filled your ears for a few moments. “When I first heard your voice, and when I then saw your face for the first time…oh love, I knew from that very moment that I had to keep you in my life.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt tears well up in your eyes. “Oh Si…”

You watched as his head cocked to the side slightly, as if in thought, before he spoke again. “Would you want to meet?”

Next Part | Coming Monday the 28th

A/N: Hehe. I hope you like it, and thank you so much for all the love on this series so far! Also, let me know if you want to be on the perma taglist! Just say if you want all of COD or specific characters. Although I mostly post Ghost.

Edit: The upload didn't work yesterday, so it's going up a day late, I'm so sorry!

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Note: ‘‘Hey so I’m obsessed with Caleb like SOMEONE has to stop me. Despite the header he is NOT an angel. Also I need more Yandere x Yandere content. In general.,,

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Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Caleb

Content Warnings: Suggestive, Teasing, Flirting, (!) Mentions of Stalking, Yandere x Yandere Concept

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Caleb had always been like this since you were children. The question is: whether or not you noticed back then. You did, but he assumed otherwise.

He’d grown up quickly and taken the role of your “big brother”, guiding you with a warm smile and soft words. He thought you’d get whiplash at his sudden shift in behavior when you reunited; so color him more than surprised when you just blinked at his words.

“You don’t need me? Is that what you think?” He asks with an intense look in his eyes. Really, you hadn’t even said anything, he just assumed your stare back at him was rejection. His grip on your arm tightened as he looked down at you, eyes narrowing onto yours.

“I never said that.” You hold his stare. He pauses, gaze sharpening.

“You’re thinking it.”, He takes a step forward, “I know you pipsqueak.” He emphasizes, continuing to walk you backwards.

You let yourself take steps back, your amusement growing as your back approached the wall. Trying to reel in your smugness, you cut him off before he can speak again.

“You know me?”.

You could almost hear a pin drop. Caleb glares back at you almost offended.

“Are you seriously-”

“You are clearly missing something.” You can’t contain your grin.

“What are you saying?” He hisses out. You can hear the hand he propped up against the wall you’re leaning on slowly ball into a fist.

“You’re so convinced that I’m feeling a way I’m not.” You say with amusement barely controlled.

“What you fail to understand is I’ve always been this way pipsqueak.”

“See?” You grin, “This is exactly what I mean.”

You take a step forward, your chest pressed up against his. The action throwing him off guard at the sudden boldness and he straightens up from where he was looming over you.

“You think you’re scaring me, you think I’m terrified, mortified at how you’re acting.”. Your smile only widens when you see the confusion mix in with his firm expression.

“But really, I always knew you were this way.”

You bring a hand to his dress-shirt’s collar, gripping it tight before yanking him down closer to your height, the accessories on the colonel uniform shifting with quiet tinkles. His eyes widen, mouth slightly open as if to say something but nothing comes out. Your free hand goes to cup his face, your thumb running over his cheek gently, while your tone holds back on zero mockery.

“You, on the other hand, despite all your obsession, have failed to grasp that I’m just as bad as you.” You smile, watching his eyes catch that same glimpse they always did when you said something that scratched his possessiveness.

“You don’t mean that.” He states, swallowing harshly, “You have no idea-” he seems almost repentant, but you know better.

“No I do.”

“Pipsqueak, you’re out of your depth,” a chuckle escapes him, his eyes lowering amused, “-you think just because you’re attached to me that you can even understand a fraction of my love for you.”

“Yeah?” You smile back at him, your hand tilting his face up for him to look at you again, maintaining eye contact, “you think so?”

He huffs out a small laugh again.

“I track your necklace Caleb.”

He pauses, his eyes visibly shifting in their stare back at you before he smiles, deceivingly soft again.

“You’re so silly Pips-”

“I’m not fucking kidding.” You laugh back at him, the hand on his collar shifting down to the dog tag necklace you had given him so long ago, slightly pulling on it.

“I wanted to know where you were. In case you ever lied to me about your schedule or the risk of your work.”

“That so?”

“What?” Your finger twirls loops around the necklace chain, the charms jingling, “Does that scare you?”

“If you know me so well Pips, you know I’ve done much worse.”

“And I’ve never stopped you.”

Caleb looks down at your hand playing with the necklace before he meets your eyes again, the look in his half lidded pupils turning a deeper purple; that same shade you loved to drag out of him. He brings a hand to his face, the back of his palm hiding an obsessive, love-sick smile, the one he usually suppressed until he thought you weren’t looking, or when he believed you to be asleep during your sleep-overs.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath.

“Gods, you really are far gone huh?” You tease, your own expression far from innocent in the way you match his almost deranged adoration.

“You don’t get to give me any lessons Pipsqueak, now that all your behaviors suddenly seem more tactful than coincidental.”

Suddenly despite all your confidence in your equally matched energy, you feel your nervousness rise up again; your stomach knotting and the back of your spine burning hot.

He lowers himself down to your level even more, until your lips are at the same height, his forehead an inch away from touching yours, as he now wears your smug expression.

“All those times..sitting in my lap, constantly calling for me in conversations, taking any chance at touching me..” His smirk only widens, “Kissing me for “practice” as you called it..” his breath ghosts over your lips.

“Nothing more than desperation after all huh?”

You immediately feel the need to defend yourself at his words. “You cannot be talking.”

“Why not? I’m not afraid to admit I yearn for you.” He drawls on as words get caught in your throat.

“Especially, now that I know,” he muses, “that this little lady right in front of me, is into this obsessive side of mine hm?”

“Almost like it..fuels something in her…Gets her going does it?”

You feel your cheeks start to flush at his bluntness, off-put by his calling out.

“You’d preach being the same as me yeah? But based on your reaction, I’d still think you’re out of your league Pipsqueak..”

An uneven breath escapes you and his eyes crinkle at that.

“Would you look at that?” His smirk aggravatingly turning more sharp.

“Pipsqueak isn’t able to respond, looks like she really is obsessed with me.”

That damn smirk.

[scorpioriesling]

hii🫶 could you please write a spicy enemies with benefits for xaden?

Love Hating You

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Pairing(s): Xaden x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw

Summary: The routine between you and your sworn-enemy was familiar; however, these new feelings between the two of you, weren't.

SR’s Note: This was spicy and yummy yum yum... oof I needed to write another Xaden smut story, lol. I think it’s obvious, but in case not — this takes place before Xaden and Cat are even a thing, so wayyy way back, lol. Enjoy!

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"You're... so fucking annoying,"

Xaden's breathless gasps came as his gaze centered on your lips, fully wrapped around his cock. You drew your head back, releasing his length with a lewd pop.

"I think you mean..." you trailed off, your right hand slowly pumping him. "Delicious? Magical? Sweet?" You flicked your eyes up at him, a devilish smile curling your lips. He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"I think the last thing I'd ever call you is 'sweet', that's for sure."

You gripped his cock harder, and he sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You continued staring up at him through your thick lashes, delighting in the way his breaths ran ragged.

"Fuck," he sighed, his large hand finding the back of your head. His fingers slid effortlessly through your curls, pushing your lips closer to his hips. You coughed as the length of him slid deeper down your throat, and though he was eager, he took it slow with you.

The small noises coming from your throat as he fucked into it had him tossing his head back, reveling in the way your throat constricted around him. His dick pulsed with need, precum wetting your tastebuds in that familiar taste you frequently desired.

After a few sharp thrusts, he yanked his cock from you with a gasp. His fingers tugged your hair, pulling your lips from him before he completely lost control.

"Get up here... now."

You staggered to your feet, working to regain balance on your high heels. Xaden's fingers curled around your waist, working to hoist you up to your full height. You let out what sounded like a giggle as he shoved you against the bed, and the immediate flare of concern within sparked at the unusual sound.

Xaden stepped between your knees, his palms toying with the hem of your dress.

"Did you think that wearing this," his eyes darkened as they roved over your body. "Was the best choice tonight?"

You chuckled, reaching your fingers up to toy with a strand of his onyx hair.

"What, your ego too big to admit my dress distracted you from your little..." you paused in thought. "Girlfriend, is it? What is Cat to you anyway?"

Xaden's brows narrowed as his gaze refocused on your face.

"She's not my girlfriend," he growled, his hands sliding along the skin of your waist underneath the shimmery fabric. Your breath hitched at the touch, and his eyes flickered for only a moment. You swallowed, and he tracked the lines of your throat with his eyes.

"Yet." You said as his hands found the roundness of your breasts. He squeezed playfully, and your eyes flared. Xaden leaned in, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of your neck. You moaned softly, and he nipped lightly at the skin there.

"Better be glad," he mumbled, his fingers finding your nipple. He pinched softly, and this time you gasped. "I don't think she'd appreciate her 'boyfriend' doing this with her best friend... especially on her bed."

Your bottom lip drew between your teeth as you groaned, your hands leaving the crimson sheets in favor of tangling in his hair. He shuddered at the soft tug, his gaze finding yours again.

"Maybe she would," you said suggestively. "Maybe she would like the idea of-"

"Gods, do you ever stop running that mouth?" Xaden snapped, his frown lines reappearing. You returned the gesture, your fingers leaving his hair in favor of raking down his back.

"You're the one who dragged me in here," you accused. His left hand left your breast in favor of wrapping around his leaking cock, drawing the head closer to your opening. He pressed it against your panty-clad pussy, his gaze boring into yours. He was silent as his opposing hand left your breast to yank at your panties, tugging them over your knees and letting them fall wherever they pleased. His bare, needy length pushed past your entrance, and your eyes widened up at him in anticipation.

"Must be some dress huh, for you to pull me in here and fuck me on your not-girlfriend's bed?"

His eyes darkened as he pushed in, just as slowly as the last time he fucked you.

"I think we both know it wasn't because of the dress."

You didn’t have the capacity to register what he was implying. His cock filled you in the most exquisite way, every vein and bump rubbing along your gummy walls as you took him inch by inch. He sighed in pleasure when he was finally seated to the hilt, his eyes closing softly as he enjoyed the feel of you wrapped around him. Your lips parted as you clenched around his length, raking in the feel of him inside you once more.

When he began to move, it was fast; his restraint had broken the minute he'd seen you enter the party tonight, but now it was a fully lost cause. His fingers gripped the flesh of your hips as he slid his dick into you, over and over and over. His gaze fell on the silvery fabric bunched around your hips, the way it glittered and shone in the dim light and stretched across your midsection in the most enticing way.

But it was when his eyes met yours again that he found it hard to look away. The way your cheeks flushed as he pounded into you, those lush, full lips open as silent moans escaped-

"So beautiful," he whispered. Your eyes opened, wide and round as you looked up at him. The few coherent brain cells were working overtime in your head, and you couldn’t quite accept the compliment he’d just given you.

"What did you say?" You asked, not even quite believing what you just heard. Xaden shook his head sharply, trying to shake off his ‘misspeak’.

"N-nothing," he said gruffly, one hand slipping from your hip to instead push your knee closer to your chest. "You just… take me so well."

You scoffed, trying to keep your tone even despite the ragged breaths coming from your lips.

"That's not what you said," you accused, and Xaden looked away. His cheeks flushed a light rosy shade. "You said-"

"Flip over."

You stared blankly up at him, trying to find any trace of emotion in his stone-cold expression.

"W-what?"

He pulled out of you, his fingers pushing your knees to the side onto the mattress.

"Ass up. Now."

You scowled, and he helped move you to the new position. You barely braced your weight on your forearms before his palm was pressing down on your upper back, the other pulling your ass higher in the air for him. You gasped when he spanked your ass, the slap ringing out loudly in the otherwise quiet bedroom. His breath was hot as it grazed the shell of your ear, and his voice came out low and commanding.

"I know you like it rough -- don't lie to yourself."

Your pussy clenched at his dirty words, and he chuckled lowly at the small action. Despite your hatred for the man, you’d admit he knew your needs better than anyone else; that was what kept you coming back to him time after time, anyway.

His cock prodded your hole, and you moaned loudly when he slipped it all the way in.

"Gods... Xaden... you're..." you squeaked, and you felt his fingers closing around the back of your neck.

"Delicious?" He asked, ramming his cock into you. "Magical?" He asked again, driving in even harder.

"...Sweet?"

Your eyes rolled back as his fingers flexed around your throat, limiting your air inflow in the most divine way. You groaned in a high-pitch as he shoved your face further into the mattress, his cock driving deeper inside of you.

Your sassy response was drowned out against the silken sheets, and Xaden breathed out a heavy sigh. His gaze was fixated on the way your ass reverberated against his hips, the way it bounced as your skin connected with his was...

What was it, though? Mesmerizing? Intoxicating? He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander as he continued driving into you, simply entranced by the way your walls felt clenching around him. He’d never admit to his feelings, thoughts, or anything else for that matter — all he’d do is deny, deny, deny until the day he died.

It only took a few more thrusts before your breathing labored and your walls began to quiver.

"Xaden - Oh Gods, Xaden -" You cried out against the sheets, and he bend over you to speak directly against your ear once more.

"Cum for me baby," he growled, feeling his own impending release tingle at the base of his spine. "Let that pretty pussy cum all over my fucking cock."

His words were your undoing as you released with a shudder, every ounce of pent-up orgasmic bliss pouring from you and coating Xaden's length. He groaned as he released inside of you, shooting cum deep in your pussy. His hands gripped and squeezed your ass as he regained control of his breath, and his gaze fixated on the back of your head.

"C'mere," he mumbled, and you turned to look over your shoulder slowly. He helped navigate you onto your back, his palms gently bracing your lower back as he laid you down gently. He stretched his arms before you, and you couldn't help but study the intricate swirling tattoos of his tattoos stretching across his toned body.

He smirked, dropping his hands and leaning in, dropping to both palms on either side of your head. You laughed as his nose brushed yours, only scolding yourself minutes later.

The silence stretched between the two of you, the tension palpable as his eyes searched yours. You could practically count each gold fleck in those gorgeous orbs, and the way his lips drew closer...

But, you’d never actually kissed before. Sure, he’d been quite literally inside of you many a time; but kissing?

You leaned in without thinking, allowing your lips to press against his. He breathed in deeply through his nose, lowering his head to yours as he kissed you right back. His right hand moved beneath your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he cradled you and drew you even closer to him. His lips moved against yours, the surprise dwelling in both of you as you quite enjoyed how the other tasted.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop; he loved the way your mouth felt on his. He'd never tasted anything like this, felt anything like your lips before.

But, just as soon as he let himself go there, he stopped himself. And, so did you.

"We need to head back-"

"We should get going-"

You both stopped, your words entangling with eachother. Xaden smiled, actually smiled before he drew back, rising to stand once more. You hated how you immediately missed his touch.

"I'll take these," he said, bending to pluck your panties from the ground and shove them in his pocket. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you watched him fidget back into his button down.

"For what? A souvenir?" You teased, sitting up straight and ruffling your hair. He shoved his feet back into his shoes, staggering for the door in that refined elegance he so proudly showed off.

"No," he said softly, looking to you once more before turning the handle. You raised an eyebrow, dropping it as you took in his fixated expression.

"More like a reminder that you're..." he looked down, not quite finding the word. Your face softened, and you felt the slight tugging of your heartstrings.

"...real?"

His soft grin widened, and he turned the handle to let himself out.

"Something like that."

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[science-hoes]

You Are In Love: Chapter Three

Jack Abbot x Reader

Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Warnings: Language might be the only one in this chapter? Very fluffy

Description: After babysitting Eliza and baby Abbot, Jack doesn't exactly sleep with the reader. At Eliza's ice skating recital, the reader decides to help Jack learn how to skate again after losing his foot.

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Robby leaned against the high counter of the desk hub, pulling his glasses out to read a message on his phone. His wife approached him, bumping him with an elbow when she copied his lean against the desk hub.

“I know something you don’t know.” She greeted in a sing-songy voice.

Without looking up, trying to focus his phone screen through his glasses, Robby answered, “I already know about the patient in Psych One. Had a potato peeler shoved up his ass. Guess who had to remove it.”

She tilted her head, genuinely concerned. “What?”

Robby’s eyes flicked up over his glasses, realizing that was not the gossip she knew. “The patient in Psych One?” He repeated.

She shook her head. “That’s not what I was talking about.” She replied, but then giggled, wrapping an arm around his bicep. “Sorry you had to do that.”

He shrugged. “Not even in the top ten items I’ve pulled out of someone’s ass.” He mumbled before looking at his phone again, holding it an elderly distance away from his face. “What do you know?”

His wife grinned devilishly, pushing his phone away so that she had his full attention. Robby smiled slightly at the excitement in her eyes. “She came to work today in his scrubs.” She revealed.

“Wait, wait…how do you know they’re his?” Robby was incredibly invested now.

“I saw the shirt tag on the scrub tub.” She continued, her smile somehow widening even more. “J Dot Abbot.”

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Only two more days of working the day shift. That’s the record you kept on loop in your brain—only two more days of annoyingly simple cases that should have gone to urgent care. At least at night, the urgent care centers were closed, and patients had no other choice but to land in the Pitt. But more importantly, only two more shifts until you worked with Jack again. 

The words “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” had not been uttered, but the connection was intensely deep. When you went home with him after babysitting Eliza and baby Abbot a couple of weeks ago, you thought the trajectory to his bedroom was obvious. The hot kisses against your car door seemed fictional now that he didn’t sleep with you that night. All the signs pointed to his lap, but you ended up in his arms instead, separated by layers of clothes. He hadn’t even removed his prosthesis. You couldn’t complain too much because you woke the next morning, more rested than you had been in years, to the smell of bacon, banana pancakes, and coffee looming from the kitchen.

His chrome ringlets were still holding onto water from the shower, glistening in the early morning sunlight that shone through the window. His massive, flexed forearms looked more delicious than the pancake mix he was stirring. You were met with the warmest, dimple-filled smile as you padded into the kitchen.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” He greeted, voice slow as honey.

You stepped closer, pulling at the sleeve of your lavender sweatshirt from the day before. “I’ve gotta go get my scrubs for work.” You said sheepishly.

Jack pointed to the black scrubs lying on the counter, folded neatly with military precision. “They’re not Figs, but they get the job done.” He noted.

You walked to the counter, pulling the shirt off the top, letting it unfold. A laugh escaped your lungs. “Jack, these are yours.” You scoffed.

“I know.” 

A warmth crawled across your cheeks and slithered down your chest. “All this so I can stay for breakfast?” You teased, making your way over to him again.

“Mmhmm. Go on, get changed. I’ll be done here in a minute.” He finished his order with a kiss on your forehead. 

That morning had ended with sticky, syrupy kisses before he sent you off to work with a protein bar and an energy drink. When you arrived in the baggier-than-usual black scrubs that smelled perfectly of Jack, sandalwood and citrus, Robby’s wife clocked it immediately. She gave you a nudge on the arm when you stood next to her in front of the patient board. 

“Thanks for watching the kids. Eliza told me all about it this morning.” She said.

You smiled, looking at her for a brief second, and you were met with the smuggest, all-knowing smirk. You couldn’t hold back the giggle in your chest. “Nothing happened.” You defended, and it wasn’t a complete lie.

She leaned closer, arms crossed. “Well, something happened because unless your washing machine can magically make clothes grow…” She gestured to your oversized scrubs. “Those are not yours.”

The blush on your cheeks blew your cover. “Fine. I slept over with him…but we did not sleep with each other.” You clarified.

Because of your current schedule, you only saw Jack at shift change if he wasn’t elbows deep in a patient before you got called to another patient’s room. He wouldn’t kiss you or even touch you, but he had a coffee waiting for you in your locker with a fluorescent sticky note that read “Good luck today -J” every single morning. And every morning, you would tape the sticky note to the inside of your locker, creating a colorful collage that began to rival the betting wall. You would prance out of the lounge, warm coffee in your hands, and sit at your desk. And if time allowed, Jack would sit at the computer next to you, charting, and let his knee just barely brush against yours. No words. But you could hear it in the silence.

As you shucked off your gloves after handling your last patient of the day, you heard a tiny voice screech your name, and something clung to your leg. You looked down to see Eliza, hair pulled back into a sleek bun, in a sparkly dress that matched the hot pink cast encasing her arm.

“Oh, where did you come from?” You asked as you hauled the giggling girl into your arms.

“Are you coming to my recital?” She asked, wrapping her arms around your neck.

Before you could answer, you heard hurried, uneven footsteps approach from behind you. “Eliza, do not run away from me like that again.” You heard your soldier’s gravelly voice order. “Do you understand me, young lady?”

You turned around to see Jack, holding baby Abbot in his arms, approaching with an aggravated gait and piercing gaze. Eliza cowered in shame into your shoulder. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” She mumbled, giving him the biggest, brownest, puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

And Jack was a sucker for that little girl. The frustration immediately washed from his face, and he placed a gentle hand on her back. “It’s okay, princess. You just need to hold an adult’s hand when you’re here, okay?” He soothed.

Eliza nodded in innocent understanding. “Okay.” She answered.

Jack shook his head but smiled nonetheless. Finally, he focused on you, eyes softening when they met yours. “Hi.” He greeted with a sigh.

You nudged your shoulder against his, itching for a sliver of physical contact. “Hey.” You replied. “Dropping off the kids?”

Jack shifted baby Abbot in his arms so that you could see his chubby little face. You ran a gentle finger against his cheek, and the baby smiled. “Yeah. Eliza has an ice skating recital tonight, so we’re gonna watch the ice princess do her thing.” He answered, poking at Eliza’s side, illiciting a giggle from her. “You coming?” He asked you.

Even though you only hesitated for just a second, Eliza immediately piped up, holding your face in her tiny hands. “Please come see me skate!” She begged with those same convincing eyes she had flashed at Jack just moments ago. Damn, Robinavitches can get whatever they want with those eyes.

“Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You assured her.

Eliza cheered in excitement, hugging your neck tightly. You laughed and squeezed her closer. It felt so natural now, holding her like this, like she was your family. Baby Abbot began to kick his legs and babble with a gummy smile as he looked behind you and Jack. 

“Hey, little man.” Robby’s uncharacteristically, overly-cheerful voice came from behind you.

“Daddy!” Eliza immediately squirmed out of your arms, reaching for her father.

Robby carefully took her into his arms, pressing a squishy kiss against her cheek. “Hey, big girl.” He greeted her before pulling her away slightly to look her in the eyes. “I heard Uncle Jack get on to you. What happened?” 

He looked at Jack, waiting for an answer, but Jack only gestured to Eliza, letting her explain. Eliza looked down, an ashamed pout on her face. “I ran away from him so I could hug her.” She said, pointing towards you at the end.

Robby nodded, squeezing her a little tighter at the thought of her being snatched up by some deranged patient. “You know the rules, Eliza. If you come to see Mommy and Daddy at work, you have to stay with a grown-up. No running away.” He lectured. “It’s to keep you safe, okay?”

The little girl nodded, moving her hands to play with his beard. “Yes, sir.” She replied, still ashamed, but with an adorable respectfulness.

And just like Jack, he was no match for her sweetness. He pressed his forehead against hers. “Are you ready to skate?” He asked with a playful seriousness.

Eliza grinned and pulled at the mesh sleeve of her skater dress. “Yes!” She affirmed. “Is Nana coming to watch?” She asked, looking around for the blond charge nurse.

Robby nodded. “Yes, she’s going to meet us there. She had to leave a little early, but you’ll see her when we get to the rink.” He assured.

The little girl smiled big, excited that her whole family would be there to see her figure skating. Robby’s wife approached your huddle, greeting both of her babies with a kiss on the cheek. Jack, almost reluctantly, handed over baby Abbot to his mother. 

“Are we ready to go?” She asked, resting her forehead on baby Abbot’s head, absorbing his cuteness after a rough shift.

Robby looked around, searching for a certain attending holding his signature iced coffee. “I need to talk to Shen before shift change. You might need to head on without me so she isn’t late for warm up.” He answered.

His wife nodded. “Okay, I can take the truck. Gonna ride with Jack?”

Jack gave a nonchalant thumbs up, affirming the plan. Robby nodded before focusing his attention on Eliza. “Daddy has to work a little bit longer. You’re gonna go ahead with Mommy and-”

“No!” Eliza exclaimed, face scrunching with frustration.

It caught everyone off guard. It was rare for the angelic child to have any kind of outburst. Robby’s brow furrowed. “Eliza.” He said sternly.

“No, Daddy!” Her big, brown eyes began to well up with tears. “You said that last time, and you didn’t come watch me skate.”

There was an uncomfortable silence amongst all of you, but everyone else seemed to know a backstory that you didn’t. Robby’s wife stepped forward, one arm holding up baby Abbot, and the other moving to rub soothing circles on Eliza’s back. “Sweetheart, Daddy is going to watch you skate. Last time was different.” 

Eliza’s bottom lip quivered as she grabbed her dad’s face, fingers nestling in his beard. “Pinky promise?” She begged.

Robby took in a shaky breath, something unusual in his eyes. Oh…those were tears. Not heavy enough to fall, but just enough to reflect light. He wrapped his large pinky around the tiny one that settled on his face. “Pinky promise.” He whispered.

Reluctantly, he let go of his daughter, so she could walk with his wife to the car. Jack noticed Robby’s distress and, for the first time in public, grabbed your hand in his. 

“Why don’t you ride with them? I’ll make sure Robby gets there.” He mumbled, only low enough for your group to hear.

You nodded, offering a small smile. “Okay.” You squeezed his hand once before heading off with Robby’s wife and the kids.

–

You sat in the bleachers next to Robby’s wife. She had wrapped baby Abbot snugly in a warm blanket so he wouldn’t get cold from the chilly indoor air. Eliza moved around the ice with her friends, more advanced than the other five-year-olds.

“I’m sorry about that.” Robby’s wife finally said.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion. “For what?” 

“For Eliza’s outburst back at the Pitt.” She elaborated.

You shrugged, offering a reassuring smile. “Kids will be kids.”

She sighed, shaking her head as she seemed to relive a painful moment. “A few months ago, right when Abbot was born, she had a competition. Jack was watching the baby for us, so Robby and I could both come to the rink. But right as we were leaving, five MVC patients came in. So I took Eliza, and Robby had to stay behind and help Shen.” She explained, shifting the baby boy in her arms so that he could rest comfortably as his eyelids began to droop. “It was the first time he missed any competition or recital.”

You winced, knowing there was no way to explain that situation to a young child. “I’m assuming she didn't take it well?” You added.

Robby’s wife huffed a sarcastic laugh. “You would be correct. She cried and cried, even when he got home. Eventually, she tired herself out, but it was the first time she wouldn’t let him put her to bed.” She continued, frowning again as she said, “Robby cried for an hour that night.”

You felt your heart ache at the thought of one of your mentors crying over his little girl. “I know that was hard for him. He loves her so much.” You replied.

She nodded and smiled slightly. “He’s the best dad. He’s always talking about how the kids and I are his second chance at life. How we brought the light back into him…” Her smile grew warmly as she reminisced on her marriage and family.

You couldn’t help but smile with her. Footsteps approaching behind you distracted you from your conversation. Robby and Jack walked down the stairs of the bleachers, arms linked to give Jack extra balance. They each held a bouquet of roses, undoubtedly for Eliza after the recital. A quiet “Thanks, brother” was all you heard before the men settled on either side of the two of you. Robby leaned in to kiss his wife, mumbling something that you couldn’t quite decipher.

Meanwhile, Jack bumped his shoulder against yours, gaining your focus. “You ready to be on night shift again?” He asked.

You pretended to hesitate. “I mean, I guess…” You trailed off, looking away from his gorgeous stare.

He chuckled and looked out at the ice rink. “Ouch.”

Cautiously, you grasped the interior hook of his elbow, placing your other hand on his bicep, and leaned close. “Ready to be with the night shift people again.” 

He tilted his head lower to rest on yours, his arm flexing under your grasp. “The people?” He questioned. “Like all of them…or some of them…or just one of them…?”

You giggled at his antics, lightly squeezing his bicep. “Just one of them.” You confirmed.

Music began to play overhead, and all of the little ice skaters lined up. Eliza looked out into the bleachers amongst the other parents, searching for her family. The four of you clocked it, and you all waved at her. Even from a distance, you could see her excited grin as she waved back. Someone sat behind you on the bleachers, patting Jack’s shoulder.

“You know, you need to whip your night shift into shape.” Dana’s voice grumbled. “I left an hour late because of them.”

Jack turned around, an offended look on his face. “My night shift? It’s Robby’s department.” He defended.

Robby peeked his head up at the sound of his name being brought into an argument. “Not my monkeys, not my circus.” He retorted.

Jack huffed. “Um, it absolutely is your circus. You’re the fucking ringleader.”

“Yeah, but not night shift. They’re another breed.” Robby replied, eyes focused on his daughter.

Dana raised an eyebrow at Jack, waiting for his next response. “Whatcha gotta say about that, Lieutenant Colonel?” She taunted.

Jack waved her off. “Can you leave me alone? I’m trying to watch my niece.” He complained.

You looked up to him. “The recital hasn’t started yet, they’re just doing warm-up drills.” You countered.

His bewildered eyes flicked to you. “And it’s cute.”

Dana chuckled before waving at baby Abbot, who giggled at her. “Hey there, sweet boy.” She greeted. 

The baby reached for her, and Robby’s wife willingly exchanged him to Dana’s arms so she could record the recital on her phone. You heard Dana mumble something about “Maybe we’ll just rename you Daniel,” as the lights in the bleachers dimmed, and the rink illuminated the tiny dancers in their glittery outfits. 

–

The music ended, and the audience cheered for their kids. The little skaters made their way off the ice, and you all met Eliza at the bottom of the bleachers. She carefully wobbled over to her parents’ embrace. Robby snatched her up so they could kiss her cheeks.

“You did so good, baby girl!” His wife praised.

She giggled and covered her face. “Thank you, Mommy.” She answered politely.

Robby lifted the bouquet of light pink roses that he had concealed behind his back. “These are for you.” He announced with the chivalry of a prince.

Eliza’s eyes widened. “Flowers!” She exclaimed. “I love flowers!”

Jack smiled and held up his bouquet of white roses to her. “Then I guess you’ll like these, too.” He suggested.

The little girl could not fathom that she had so many flowers. The bouquets in her little arms nearly took up her whole body.

“What do you say?” Robby’s wife cued.

Eliza wrapped her arms around the necks of both men, squeezing them in until the sides of their heads bumped together. “Thank you, Daddy and Uncle Jack!”

They both pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Jack caring so deeply for his niece. Dana bounced baby Abbot in her arms and reached for her phone.

“Okay, we need a family picture.” She announced.

Robby’s wife reached for baby Abbot. She sat him up in her arms and nestled into Robby’s embrace, squishing their family together. Dana took several pictures while you and Jack made silly faces behind her to make the baby laugh, inevitably making Eliza giggle, too.

“We need a big family picture!” The little girl exclaimed.

You absentmindedly reached for Dana’s phone to take a picture of all of them. Robby stopped her by saying, “What are you doing? You’re in the picture.”

Oh. You were in the family now. Jack smiled, holding his arm out for you to curl into for the picture. You handed the phone to another parent and wrapped your arm around Jack, leaning in close. After the picture, he pressed the most subtle kiss to your temple, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.

“Can we skate now?” Eliza asked her parents.

Robby’s wife smiled. “Yeah, let me get our skates out of Daddy’s truck, okay?”

You looked to them, a little confused. Jack caught your expression. “They let the families free skate with their kids after the recital.” He explained.

You nodded slowly before looking up at him again. “Are you gonna skate?” 

There was a hint of sadness in his gold-flecked eyes that hit you in the chest. “I don’t skate anymore.” He answered, wiggling his right foot.

Robby shifted Eliza in his arms so that she sat on the side of his hip. “It’s a shame. Me and Jack used to play in a pick-up hockey league when we were young.” He revealed.

Your eyes widened, mouth dropping in shock. “Excuse me?”

Jack chuckled and crossed his arms. “We are still young.” He protested.

Dana scoffed and rolled her eyes. “God will strike you down for lying.” She warned. “They used to come in to work with bloody noses and sprained fingers. They’re lucky they worked in a trauma center.”

The old men waved her off but still laughed. Robby’s wife returned with a duffel bag with two pairs of skates. You sat on the bleachers with Jack as they pulled the skates on and set off on the ice with their daughter holding each of their hands. Dana sat behind you both a few rows up, cradling baby Abbot as he slept in his warm blanket.

You leaned your head on Jack’s shoulder as you watched Robby expertly move across the ice. “Do you miss it?” You finally asked.

Jack looked down at you, trying to read your expression. “Miss what?” He questioned.

“Skating?” You clarified.

The silence that followed seemed never-ending. You worried that you might have struck a nerve, but then he quietly answered, “Yeah, I do.”

You smiled slightly. “Then, why don’t we go out there?”

He let out a sigh, shaking his head. “I don’t know…”

“Why? Are you scared?” You taunted with a smirk, thinking if you playfully challenged him, he might cave.

Jack’s eyes met yours, and boy, you could see that vulnerability again. “Yes.” His answer was short and quick. 

You smiled reassuringly. “What’s your skate size?”

“14.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting that large of a number. “Well, you know what they say.” You said with a wink.

Jack rolled his eyes but chuckled at you as you pranced away to the skate rental booth. You were going to be the death of him. 

–

You stepped onto the ice, ankles stabilizing as the traction under your feet changed. The ice wasn’t fresh, but you had no issue gliding a couple of feet. You carefully turned around to help Jack. But he waited at the entrance, stricken with fear. His eyes were blown wider than usual, and his chest moved quickly. He looked like he was about to jump out of a plane and not step onto an ice rink. 

A couple of steps, and you were right in front of him. Your hands reached out to grab his with a grounding firmness. “I’ll be right beside you the whole time.” You promised. 

He only nodded. He shifted in the skates uncomfortably, like he had every intention to take a step forward, but his feet still didn’t move. His grip on your hands tightened so much that they began to shake.

“Jack?” You whispered. 

He didn’t look at you. Only stared at the ice before him like it was a lava floor. “Hmm?”

You decided to take a trick out of his book. You moved your head until his eyes had no choice but to meet yours. Seeking out the contact. His whiskey eyes were nearly black from dilation. The fear was truly crippling him. “I’ve got you, baby.” Your voice was powerfully gentle. 

Baby. You called him baby. The first term of endearment between each other. The word left your lips so naturally, like you had called him baby a thousand times already. It was enough to ground him. It was enough to move his left foot forward, letting the blade touch the ice. 

You turned your ankles in to stabilize yourself on the ice so you could wrap your arm around his waist. His hands moved to your shoulders, grabbing painfully tight, but you didn’t care. 

“You’re doing so good, Jack.” You sang sweetly. 

The softness in your voice was the same one you spoke to Eliza with, but he didn’t feel patronized. He felt stronger and affirmed by the way you said his name. He swallowed hard when he began to move his right foot up to the ice. 

“There you go.” The praise continued to fall from your lips. 

Finally, the blade hit the ice. The feeling was so foreign to him. There were no sensors in his foot to feel the slickness of the ice. He had to predict it from halfway up his shin. Since he was a child, he could skate on ice better than he could run, and he was a fucking track star. After losing his right foot, he hadn’t dared to get on the ice again. Not because he couldn’t. He had learned to walk and run again with enough physical therapy. But he was afraid that he couldn’t. The confirmation that he couldn’t do something was terrifying. 

Jack took the smallest step forward with his right foot, studying the way his balance reacted to the ice. You patiently waited as he loosened the painful grip on your shoulders, moving his hands down to your forearms. 

Slowly, you skated backwards, pulling him with you. His feet moved cautiously, and his breathing began to deepen with confidence. 

“That’s it. You’re doing it.” You said, not raising your voice enough to draw attention, but enough to make him look up. 

The beaming smile on your face could have melted the entire rink. Jack knew in that moment that he had never been looked at with such pride and love in his life. Your eyes told him that he had hung the stars, and he believed it. A smile tugged at his lips, daring to share in your happiness. 

The happiness only lasted for a few more feet and cautious feet shuffling. His skate caught in a groove that yours had managed to avoid. The fall happened so fast, but you were ready to catch him in your arms and drop to the ice, undoubtedly hitting your head. But that wasn’t what happened. You never hit the ice. Your entire body was cushioned by his. In that split second, your soldier had changed the trajectory of your fall, taking your place of hitting the ice. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Was the first thing you heard from him, his voice breaking. “Are you okay, are you hurt?”

You sat up quickly to see him below you, fighting back the pain that had to be wracking through his body. You pulled him to sit up, grabbing his face in your hands. 

“Jack, I’m fine. Are you okay?” You asked, scanning his body for any dislocated or broken limbs. 

Before he could answer, the smallest “Uncle Jack!” rang from across the rink. You both looked up to see Eliza scurrying over. Knowing she was moving too fast and couldn’t stop herself without falling, you caught her in your arms.

“Uncle Jack, are you okay?” She asked, the worry palpable in her question. 

Jack faked a smile, but you could see him cracking behind it. “I’m okay, princess.” He confirmed. “Just fell down.”

Eliza threw her arms around his neck, and for the first time that you had seen, he didn’t relax or let go of his troubles. He numbly hugged his niece, eyes devoid of the usual joy she could impart. 

Robby quickly approached, kicking up a wave of shaved ice as he halted next to you. “You alright, brother?” He asked as he knelt down. 

Jack continued holding Eliza, hoping that eventually the pain would numb if he did. “I knew this wasn’t a good idea. I’m not ready.” He said, looking up at Robby. 

While the comment was clearly about ice skating to your ears, Robby knew its double meaning. Just as he was about to speak, your voice cut through. “Jack. You have to keep trying.”

Jack shook his head, letting go of Eliza. He began to struggle, wanting to stand up, but the skates kept slipping as he tried to get a grip. “I don’t think I can do this.”

You put a settling hand on his shoulder, letting it drag to his sharp jaw, forcing eye contact again. “Well, I know you can.” You reinforced. 

This time, Jack’s eyes were glassy. The threat of tears loomed off the distance in the storm in his eyes. Your thumb brushed his cheek, ready to fight back against anything that fell. 

Eliza moved over to Robby, letting him place a protective hand to stabilize her. “It’s okay, Uncle Jack. I fall down all the time, but Daddy says ‘Suck it up, buttercup.’” She imparted her wisdom. 

The tension broke. Everyone burst into laughter at the little girl’s innocent pep talk. Robby pulled his daughter tightly into his arms, shoulders still shaking with chuckles, and kissed her forehead. “That’s right, sweetheart.” He said. 

When you could see clearly again after recovering from laughter, you looked at Jack. He lost the battle to tears, letting them fall freely as he smiled. With the sleeve of your underscrub shirt, you wiped them away before Eliza could see them and worry further. 

“You have your own army around you, Jack. We’re with you every step of the way.” You assured him. 

Jack took a much-needed deep breath and reached to grasp your hand resting on his jaw. He looked up to Robby, who smiled and gave him a playful salute. He never imagined that he would find himself uttering these words as his grown ass age, but he finally said, “Okay. I can try again.” His voice was stronger now, the gravel back in his words.

You and Robby helped him stand to his feet on either side of him. With one arm thrown around each of your shoulders, he stabilized on the ice, testing the pressure on his right foot. Eliza danced ahead, doing her little twirls showcased in her recital.

“Eliza, you don’t have to show off.” Jack called out to her. “Let Uncle Jack get his sea legs back.” 

The little girl giggled as she continued to prance on the ice. Carefully, you and Robby moved to help Jack adjust to how his body balanced on the ice. Tiny steps, shuffling forward, left foot always moving more confidently than the right.

“You’re gonna be skating circles around me again pretty soon, brother.” Robby said, and it drew a laugh from Jack.

“I’ll have to pull my hockey stick out of the attic. Gotta teach Abbot how play since he doesn’t have anyone else to teach him.” He replied.

Robby chuckled and held back the urge to shove him. “You’re forgetting that I am the only thing between safety and falling back on your ass right now.” He teased.

The old men laughed, but not like usual. Like they were boys again, fresh out of medical school, having fun before they had split for different residency programs. Just like old times. As if on cue, tiny screams could be heard from the bleachers outside the rink. Robby’s wife was bouncing baby Abbot in her arms, trying to soothe him, with Dana at her side. She looked out to the ice desperately, and Robby let out a sigh. He looked at you, brow furrowed with conflict.

“I need to go help her. You got him?” He asked.

The look in his eyes transcended the simple question. Asking not if you could keep him from falling, but if you could care for him. If you could support him more than just on the ice rink. If you could handle him. You nodded, wrapping your arm tighter around Jack’s waist. “I’ve got him.” You affirmed, a small nod to let him know that you read past the question.

Robby smiled slightly and let go of Jack. “Alright, brother. Stay with her, alright?” He said before quickly moving off the rink to tend to his family, Eliza following behind him.

After a few moments of shuffling carefully, never fully picking your skates off the ice, you spoke up. “I’m sorry for pushing you to do this. You weren’t comfortable.” You apologized.

Jack stopped his movements, pulling you back to him when you glided a couple of inches ahead. “I needed this.” He replied, squeezing your hand tightly. He led your hand to his chest, then wrapped his arms around your waist. “I need you.” He added.

His breath was hot on your cheeks, warming from the cold air that surrounded you. You rubbed small circles on his chest, able to trace the muscles that hid beneath his shirt. “Need me how?” You asked.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “In every sense of the word.” He leaned closer, your noses brushing. “I need you.” He repeated.

His lips captured yours in a tender kiss, and he pulled your body as close as it could get to his, threatening to combine skin cells together. One hand trailed to his jaw, massaging the muscles there as he brushed his tongue against your lips. Fortunately, you were snapped back to reality and reminded of your public location because a shriek from the bleachers rang through the rink: 

“Mommy! Daddy! They’re kissing just like you said!” 

—

In the car on the way home, Robby and his wife whispered quietly as he drove, careful not to wake the exhausted kids in the backseat. 

“He’s in love with her.” He finally suggested.

His wife looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “How do you know?” She asked.

Robby smiled and squeezed her hand he held across the console. “Because he’s looking at her the way I look at you.” 

She smiled bashfully and shook her head. “Be serious.”

“I am. Jack never even looked at his first wife that way. There’s a connection between them that’s just…different. I saw it tonight with my own eyes.” He explained, twirling the wedding and engagement ring on her finger.

“They’re taking it slow. Much slower than we did.” She teased.

Robby chuckled, bringing her hand to his lips. “It’s hard to take it slow with you. With that laugh. That smile. That body…” He trailed his kisses up her forearm, still managing to watch the road.

“Robby, stop it.” His wife demanded, but she didn’t really mean it.

“I think Abbot wants to be a big brother.” 

“Michael!”

--

A/N: Thank y'all for reading! I don't know why but I just have this headcanon where Robby and Jack used to play pick-up hockey before his accident. Thank you all for reading! Chapter 4 will be a veryyy spicy one!

[bullet-prooflove]

Messy: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz @fadeinsol

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Balance - Jack reveals his feelings for you but they come with complications

Three Days (NSFW) - Jack spends three days making you his.

Jack doesn’t realise just how touch starved he is, not until you. The feel of your lips brushing over his features, kissing each and every one of his freckles makes him emotional in a way he simply can’t explain to another person.

It’s such a simple gesture but it means the world to him especially in the aftermath of his first time. His hands squeeze your waist, fingers flexing as he exhales slowly against the overwhelming ache rising up in his chest.

“It was a lot wasn’t it?” You whisper against his lips and he nods shyly, unable to speak. “That’s ok, it was a lot for me too. It’s the first time I’ve…”

You trail off and he gives you an inquiring look with those whisky coloured eyes of his. An apricot flush creeps up your cheeks as his hands shift up your back, keeping you close,  his thumb tracing soothing circles urging you to continue.

“I don’t come like that.” You tell him, your forehead resting on his. “Not with another person. I didn’t realise it was so intense, like connecting on a completely different level. It makes me feel…”

You can’t find the words but Jack understands.

Exposed. Like all of your layers are stripped back, like your entire soul is laid bare for that other person to see. He isn’t used to being this vulnerable and it’s a relief to know that you aren’t either. It makes is special more somehow, like you are sharing a part of each other no one else gets to see.

“Faye…” He whispers, his voice a rasp. “I feel it too, like I’m untethered, out of control but that’s ok because I don’t mind being a little messy especially when it’s with you.”

You laugh then and it is like the sunshine bursting through the clouds on a rainy day.

“I like that.” You say as you rub the tip of your nose across his. “The two of us being a little messy together.”

“You know what honey.” He smiles as he tumbles you back onto the mattress, making you shriek. “I do too.”

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[bengals-barnesbabe]

parenthood w/ mrs. burrow ~ blurb

wc: 855 ish

joe burrow masterlist

The house is quiet, which is extremely rare for 2 PM, but by some divine intervention, all the kids are napping at the same time. So you're using this time to catch up on your new hobby, crocheting. You’re not that good yet, but that’s from a lack of practice.

Your husband walks into the room as you're undoing your last stitch.

“I see those lessons from my mom didn’t really work.” He smirks, lying down on the couch with his head on your lap.

You roll your eyes and attempt the stitch again. “For someone in choking distance, I’d keep your mouth shut.”

“Like you’d ever choke me, but I might return the favor if you’re lucky.” He winks, earning a smile from you.

You lean down and place a small kiss on his nose.

“What, that’s all I get?”

“Yup, and speaking of your mom… I saw her on the news making your favorite. I’m not gonna say it because-

“Because it’s on the long list of foods I have to stay away from during the season? Yeah thanks for the reminder.” He groans dramatically, turning his body and smushing his face in your thighs.

“Aww my poor baby…” Putting your failed project aside to rake your fingers through his soft hair and lightly scratch his scalp.

“Mmmhmm..” He relaxes under your touch and hums against your leggings. “Yup, poor me. Poor poor me..”

You snort, continuing the scalp massage. Letting your blunt nails glide along the tender skin and pads of your fingers rub with just the right amount of pressure to induce his light moans and groans of pleasure.

After a few minutes, his body is completely relaxed as you’ve lured him into a light slumber. Reflexively, your fingers part and scoop strands of his hair into small braids throughout his head.

Snapping out of the trance you were in, you have to hold back your giggles as you take in your work. Biting your bottom lip, you reach over for your phone to snap a picture. But the second your hands leave his head, he looks up at you. His face relaxed, eyes half open and pink lips curled into a soft closed mouth smile.

“You know, I was just thinking…” He starts, seemingly unaware of his current hair situation. “You should go on the news and talk about your job.”

Your shoulders untense, and a smile finds your features as well. He understands how much you enjoy working with youth and counseling them on navigating the pressures of adolescence while maintaining a healthy state of mind.

“You’re a great youth counselor, the kids love you… All kids love you, even mine.” He smiles lazily, putting his head back down in your lap.

“Your kids are my kids, baby.”

“Exactly. They love you like I love you.” You have a soft spot for when he gets like this. His tone was loving, relaxed, and almost slurred as if he were under the influence.

“Well, Mr. Burrow, that would mean I have to make something original on the show.” You ponder the idea for less than a minute, then mutter. “The only things I know how to make from scratch are babies.”

His usually boisterous, carefree laughter is muffled by the fabric of your leggings, but you can feel his wide smile warming your skin. “I love doing that with you.”

“I know you do. There’s a reason why we have 3 under 4.” You chuckle.

“What can I say, we make great babies.” He turns to face you once more then leans up to kiss your lips, his lips move slow and almost cautious against yours. He smiles softly against yours when you begin to kiss back, before taking your chin driving his lips more passionately against yours.

Your love for each other speaks for itself as your lips move rhythmically against his. Nothing could possibly interfere with the peace and serenity of this moment except maybe the yells and cries coming from upstairs, from two distinct examples of that love.

You pull away with a sigh, but it’s not of disappointment; your smile mirrors his. “I think our presence is needed.” You chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I’ll go investigate the damage our offspring have caused.” Joe pecks your lips once more, then lifts himself off the couch and jogs upstairs.

He reacts only after you hear the door to your son’s room open. “Oh shit.”

Usually he’s able to handle your munchkins all by himself, but the four letter word he mutters worries you.

“Babe!?” You call out, promptly standing from the couch.

“Uhhhh... Thing Two had a blowout on Thing One’s bed.” He relays as the cries only get louder.

“I just cleaned-” You shake your head, neglecting to finish the thought because this is just one of the joys of motherhood. “You handle bath time, I’ll strip the sheets!”

“Got it!” He replies as you grab an old laundry basket, then join them upstairs in your oldest son’s room.

“At least Princess is okay.” You mutter, pulling off the soiled sheets.

“Mama!”

Nevermind.

“Dada’s hair funny!”

a/n: inspired by the interview @joecoolburrow posted. i wrote this in one sitting, first time in forever for that. so... how my people doing? I'm currently in the finals trenches with 4 different injuries, but I'm doing grrrreat..

[kannady]

men who like men

pairing: sylus x fem!reader

summary: sylus catches you reading yaoi manga. being th kind boyfriend he is, he needs to fulfill your fantasies, right?

a/n: ehhh, its nothing much. its gonna be my last fic before exams. since its not full-on detailed smut, i might continue it afterwards. who knows? been so obsessed with yaoi mangas, just HAD TO write this one. and also i was too lazy to make a green warning tag. let me know if you liked it!

tags: sylus smut, love and deepspace, making out, mentions of yaoi, slight dry humping. minors do not interact!

You dragged yourself through the front door, exhaustion weighing down your limbs. The day had been endless. A blur of countless meetings, impatient colleagues, and a commute that felt like torture. All you wanted was caffeine and solitude.

The coffee machine hummed as you leaned against the counter, watching the dark liquid drip into your mug. The rich, bitter scent filled the air, and you closed your eyes for just a second.

TING!

Your phone lit up with a notification.

"NEW CHAPTER: 'Midnight Temptation'—NOW AVAILABLE!"

Your heart skipped. That was the one thing you'd been waiting for all week. Your current obsession, the yaoi manga that had been living rent-free in your brain. The one with the brooding, dark-haired CEO and his fiery, rebellious secretary. The one with that tension.

Abandoning your coffee, you collapsed onto the couch, kicking off your shoes and curling into the cushions. The screen glowed in your hands as you tapped eagerly, diving into the latest update.

And, oh, did it deliver.

The artwork was detailed. The dialogue was filthy. Your face burned, but you couldn’t look away. You were so engrossed that you didn't hear the soft creak of the front door opening. Didn't notice the faint shuffle of footsteps. Didn't register the presence now looming directly behind you, until you felt a warm breath over the shell of your ear.

"Interesting read?"

You shrieked, nearly launching your phone across the room. Whipping around, you come face-to-face with your boyfriend, arms crossed, an infuriatingly knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. How much did he see?

Your mind raced. The last panel you were on was the one where the secretary was bent over the desk, the CEO's hand fisted in his hair, the dialogue bubble filled with filth.

You slammed your phone face-down on the couch.

"It's not what it looks like!" you blurted out, voice embarrassingly high-pitched.

He raised a brow. "Really? I knew you had a thing for guys getting handsy, but damn, sweetie. You're invested in two guys going at it on a mahogany desk."

Your face was burning. "It's a story! Plot! There's depth!"

He hummed, stepping closer. "Uh-huh. And the depth involves a lot of... hands-on management?"

You groaned, covering your face. "You're the worst."

He laughed, low and rich, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. Then, before you could react, he was sinking onto the couch beside you, his body crowding into your space. His fingers curled around your wrist, tugging your hand away from your face.

"So," he murmured, eyes dark with mischief, "you like that kind of thing, huh?"

You swallowed hard. "It's just fiction."

"Mmm. But fiction can be inspiring." His thumb brushed over your pulse point, and you felt it jump under his touch. "You do realize I've got a desk in my office, right?"

Your breath hitched. "That's not the same."

"No?" He leaned in, lips grazing your ear. "Because I could definitely make it the same."

A whimper escaped you before you could stop it. His grin widened.

"Tell me," he murmured, one hand sliding up your thigh, "what part got you the most worked up? Was it the way he pinned him down? The way he talked to him?" His fingers dig in slightly, and your hips jerked. "Or was it the way he took what he wanted?"

You were melting. His voice, his touch, the way he was looking at you. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"You're teasing me," you accused, though your voice came out breathless.

"That I am." His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back. "And you love it."

You did. God, you loved it.

His mouth crashed onto yours, hot and demanding, and you moaned into the kiss, fingers clutching at his shirt. He nipped at your lower lip, and you gasped, giving him the opening he wanted. His tongue slid against yours, deep and filthy, and you arched into him, desperate for more.

His hands were everywhere. Gripping your waist, sliding under your shirt, tracing the curve of your spine. You grinded against him, and he groaned, his hips pressing back insistently. The friction was maddening.

"Fuck," he growled against your lips, "you're gonna kill me."

You whine, rolling your hips again, and he cursed, gripping your thighs and pulling you into his lap. The new angle had you straddling him, and the heat between your bodies was unbearable.

His mouth found your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin, and you gasped, fingers twisting in his hair. 

"Tell me," he murmured between kisses, "you want me to fuck you like he did in your little story?"

You shuddered. "Yes."

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his own blown wide with lust. "Then let's take this to the bedroom."

He stood, lifting you effortlessly in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

And you didn't even remember the manga anymore.

[thirteenheavens]

hello huzz, can i get a pussy drunk seungcheol🙏thank yewww xo

Drown in you|| Choi Seungcheol

Notes: last one before I go back into college hehe enjoyyy

Seungcheol buries his face between your legs, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of your folds. "You taste so sweet," he groans, licking and sucking at your clit with fervor.

He grips your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he devours you. "I could do this all day," he mumbles against your skin, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. His lips and tongue work in tandem, teasing and tormenting you until you're a trembling mess beneath him. He alternates between licking slow stripes up your slit and flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit, driving you closer to the edge.

"I love the way you squirm when I do this," he says, his voice muffled by your folds. "The way you moan and whimper for me..." Seungcheol pushes two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot as he continues to eat you out. "You're so wet for me," he groans, his fingers pumping in and out of you slowly. He adds a third finger, stretching you open as he laps at your clit with increasing intensity. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice deep and authoritative. "I want to feel you come apart on my tongue."

His fingers thrust in and out of you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot with each stroke as he sucks on your clit. You can feel your orgasm building, your body trembling as you get closer and closer to the edge. Seungcheol moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "You're so delicious," he mumbles, his tongue moving faster and more urgently as he feels you tighten around his fingers.

He pushes his face even deeper between your legs, his nose brushing against your clit as he sucks on your folds. "Cum for me, baby," he growls, his fingers curling up to hit your g-spot with each thrust. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body arching off the bed as you cry out his name. Seungcheol continues to work you through it, licking up every drop of your juices as you come undone.

Seungcheol holds your thighs firmly, keeping you spread open as he devours your pussy with renewed intensity. "I'm not done with you yet," he says, his voice thick with lust. He adds a fourth finger, stretching you wider as he pumps them in and out of you. His tongue flicks over your clit relentlessly, driving you towards another orgasm.

"You can give me one more," he insists, his free hand sliding up to play with your nipples. "I know you have it in you." He sucks hard on your clit, pushing you past the point of sensitivity until you're writhing and begging for mercy. "Cum again," he demands, his fingers curling up to hit that perfect spot deep inside you. Seungcheol is lost in his own pleasure, completely consumed by the taste and feel of you. His eyes are glazed over as he stares up at you, his tongue working tirelessly to make you cum again.

"You're addicting," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you." He pushes your thighs back, burying his face even deeper between them as he feasts on your pussy. "I could drown in you," he murmurs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. You can feel Seungcheol's cock straining against his pants, but he ignores it in favor of focusing on your pleasure. He pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside you as he groans in satisfaction.

"You're so tight," he says, his tongue swirling around your entrance. "I love how you clench around me." He reaches up to grab your breasts, kneading them roughly as he continues to eat you out. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll see stars," he promises, his voice rough with need.

"P-please," you whimper, your voice trembling as you struggle to form words. "I can't take it anymore, Seungcheol." He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You can and you will," he says firmly, his tongue lapping at your clit with renewed intensity. "I want to see you fall apart one more time."

He sucks your clit into his mouth, applying just the right amount of suction to drive you wild. "Cum for me, baby," he commands, his fingers pinching your nipples hard. Seungcheol flicks his tongue rapidly over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He can feel you getting closer and closer to the edge again, your thighs trembling on either side of his head.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice low and sultry. "Let go for me. I want to taste all of you." He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as he pushes you over the edge. You come with a loud cry, your body convulsing as your juices flood his mouth. Seungcheol drinks you in, lapping up every drop of your release as you ride out your orgasm. He finally pulls away, panting heavily as he looks up at you with a satisfied smile.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I could watch you fall apart like that all day." He crawls up your body, settling between your legs as he leans down to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips, mixed with the taste of his own desire.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

gamer!Ghost x f!gamer!reader | Previous Part

This was a bad idea. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you stood in front of the train station and waited for any sign of Simon. Your train had arrived early, and you messaged him as soon as you realized that, but he had yet to show up. Part of you was starting to worry if he was pranking you. Maybe even filming you for a video. But when a motorbike came to a stop right in front of you, you knew that he wasn’t pranking you. You smiled as he got off and walked over to you with confidence. He stopped right in front of you, his hands settling on your hip as if it were the most natural thing to do.

“’ello, love.” You couldn’t help but grin up at him. “Hey, Si.” He still had his helmet on, but the visor was up, so you could see the crinkling skin around his eyes as he smiled. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Still grinning, you nodded, linking your fingers with his as he caught your hand to lead you back to his bike. There, he pulled an extra helmet out of thin air. “Ever had one on?” You quickly shook your head no, but Simon just smiled.

“Okay, look up for me.” As if to emphasize his point, he placed his pointer finger under your chin and tilted your head back. With ease, he slid the helmet over your head and got to work, closing the buckle and making sure everything fit well. You felt like one of those girls in the TikToks you saw sometimes, feeling yourself blush underneath the helmet.

Once Simon was happy with everything, he gently bonked his head against yours before closing your visor. He then showed you how to get on and how to act while riding. “Sorry, I wanted to pick you up with my truck, but getting it through traffic would’ve been a nightmare, and I didn’t want to leave you waiting any longer.” You smiled as he helped you swing your leg over the machine, before settling your arms around his waist. “All good, Si. Just glad you’re here.” He looked over his shoulder at you, and gently padded your hand, before starting the bike. The vibrations scared you for a second, but adrenaline quickly filled your veins, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Hold on, yeah?” I nodded against his back, and then we took off.

Riding was…exhilarating. The wind in your hair, the blurring of cars and buildings around you. And Simon, right there, right underneath your hands. You couldn’t help but move them around from time to time, grabbing his muscular tits, drumming on the bike in front of him when you were at a red light, et cetera. Sometimes, you even felt Simon chuckle under your hands.

But all too soon, it was over, and you pulled into a driveway. Once the bike was off and Simon had kicked down the stand, he helped you off before following you. “How was it?” You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “Amazing! It was so much fun, I want to do it again!” This got him laughing as he gently tilted your head up again, working on opening the strap, so he could get you free. While he was working, you couldn’t help but hold onto his hoodie, both fists curled up in the material. Simon quickly noticed, but didn’t say anything, instead, he stepped even closer.

Once the strap was open, he pulled your helmet off your head, and only then did you notice that it said your name in small letters on the back. “Is this…?” He glanced at it before shrugging. “Had to get you one. Couldn’t have given you one of the ones my mates use. They stink.” You chuckled and watched as he took his own helmet off, revealing half of his face. Finally, you could see him. And you just smiled at him, so long until he cleared his throat, the tips of his ears slightly red.

“Do I…do I have something on my face?” You chuckled and shook your head. “No…no, sorry. I just…hi.” His eyes betrayed the smile hidden underneath the mask as he looked at you. “Hi, love.” You continued to stare there, just staring and smiling at each other, until the bark of a dog pulled you out of the moment. Only then did you notice the cold wind and start to shiver. “Let’s get you inside, yeah?” You nodded and followed, but only after you had handed your backpack, which had everything you needed to stay with him for a few days, to Simon. “Not gonna let you carry stuff, lovie.” You would be lying if you said you didn’t swoon when he said that.

Next Part | Coming Friday the 2nd

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Toji and his servant:3

Warning/content - f!reader receiving oral, some finger action, nipple play, nsfw language, Toji spitting on that poosay because he's a freak:3

A/n- so uh I originally wanted them to fuck but I kinda gave up:| so it's just Toji giving cunnilingus:> just enjoy this short story >_<

He stood there, cornering his cute servant, his arms on either side of your head. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done talking yet,” he whispered huskily against your ear.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and glossy.

“S-S-Sir,” you muttered breathlessly, “w-we can’t do this… whatever you’re planning to do—”

He suddenly cut you off, lifting you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You let out a yelp, your feet kicking in the air. “Wha—what! P-put me—”

He gave your ass a playful smack, a smirk crawling onto his face. “Be quiet, Y/N. I’m just taking you back to my room, love.”

Your cheeks flushed red at the nickname. You let out a whine, your body squirming around helplessly.

He carried you through the compound toward his room while you struggled and pleaded over his shoulder.

“N-n-no! W-wait, please put me down!”

“No can do, love,” he said, pausing briefly. “God, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good…” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.

You caught his whisper, your eyes shooting wide open. “Wha-what!? Toji, stop!”

But it was too late.

He kicked open his door, stepping inside before slamming it shut and locking it. He quickly crossed the room, tossing you gently onto the bed, careful not to be too rough.

Before you could scramble away, he straddled your hips, one hand tugging at the knot of his yukata while the other fumbled with the buttons of your uniform.

“T-Toji, h-hold on—” you stuttered, your words barely forming.

He opened his yukata, revealing his broad, muscular chest, glistening faintly with sweat. Your eyes widened, roaming his torso before flicking back to meet his intense gaze.

He tugged desperately at your uniform, and when you grabbed at his hands in protest, he easily caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.

Leaning in, his face just centimeters from yours, he spoke, his voice low and raw. “Please,” he breathed, his green eyes locked onto yours. “Let me take care of you, love… I want you so fucking bad.”

Before you could respond, he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily. He released your wrists, his hands moving to your body—one cupping your breast, the other wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His grip was firm, possessive. Even if you wanted to pull away, your body betrayed you, melting into his touch. Your arms slid around his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, tugging and twisting.

His hand slipped under your uniform, working it off your body. Your torso was soon exposed, and without hesitation, he tore your bra away and tossed it aside, making you gasp in surprise.

“Shh… it’s okay, baby,” he murmured against your lips, breathless.

He continued kissing you feverishly, his hand moving to your plush breast, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh between his fingers.

You let out soft whines and muffled moans into his mouth, your body heating up rapidly, your need growing unbearable.

“God… you’re so soft… I want all of you, sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling back to trail kisses along your neck, slowly making his way down your body, stripping away every piece of clothing in his path.

You squirmed beneath him, helpless, as his kisses ignited every nerve ending in your skin.

Reaching the waistband of your lacy panties, he hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled them down torturously slow, teasing you.

You whimpered, your cunt already aching and dripping with anticipation.

He tossed your panties aside, spreading your thighs wide open with his rough, calloused hands.

You looked down at him, your chest heaving. “Ah-hah, Toji—!”

Before you could finish, his mouth was already on your soaked pussy.

You cried out loudly, your head falling back into the pillows, your fingers flying to his hair, gripping it tightly. Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his head, holding him in place.

His tongue was relentless, swirling and flicking against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. One of his hands wandered up your body, finding your breast again, teasing your nipple with sharp pinches and tugs while he feasted between your legs.

He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. “Look at you… so pretty and wet for me,” he rasped.

He spat on your cunt without warning, spreading the slickness over your puffy folds with his fingers. “Mmph… so fucking pretty…”

“Ahh! Nngh—Toji!” you cried out, the sensations overwhelming.

A smug grin tugged at his lips as he continued to tease your soaked core. “Yeah? You need something, love?” he asked darkly, his voice dripping with amusement.

He leaned back in, his mouth resuming its sinful work on your clit. His free hand slid down your body, reaching your dripping pussy once more.

Using his fingers, he spread your folds apart, exposing your sensitive clit to his hot breath. Your legs trembled from the stimulation.

His tongue teased your entrance, dipping in slightly before dragging a long, slow lick up your slit, flicking your throbbing clit at the top.

You gasped, your whole body arching into him, desperate for more.

He groaned against your cunt, the sound sending vibrations straight through you. Toji was insatiable, devouring you like a man starved. If he had it his way, he’d stay between your legs for hours — days, even — worshipping every inch of you.

“Toji—ah! P-please, I—” you gasped, your words breaking apart as he flicked his tongue rapidly over your swollen clit.

He pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, his mouth glistening with your slick. His eyes were dark, ravenous.

“You close, love?” he drawled, teasingly stroking his fingers through your wetness. “Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

You whimpered, hips rolling against his mouth without conscious thought, desperate for release. He latched back onto your clit, sucking hard as two of his thick fingers slowly slid into your tight, soaking pussy.

Your back arched off the bed with a cry. The combination of his tongue and fingers sent you spiraling. You clenched around his fingers, the pleasure blinding.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he growled lowly. “Give it to me.”

With a final, sharp flick of his tongue, you shattered — your climax ripping through you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name, your thighs squeezing around his head as you convulsed under him.

Toji kept working you through your orgasm, refusing to pull away until you were trembling, panting, completely spent. Only then did he finally lift his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a feral grin tugging at his lips.

“You taste even sweeter than I imagined,” he rasped.

He climbed up your body slowly, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your trembling skin. When he finally reached your lips, he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You clung to him weakly, still dazed from the force of your orgasm.

He pulled back slightly, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead with surprising tenderness. His thumb stroked your cheek as he looked down at you with something dark and possessive burning in his eyes.

“Don’t think for a second we’re finished, love,” he murmured against your lips. “I’m just getting started.”

A/n- I was absolutely freaked out while writing this😭 anyways thank you for reading! Sorry if it’s really bad. If I feel like it, I might do other parts about them:) I hate ts fuckass story

[luffydotcom]

love and affection

synopsis: sharing an affectionate moment with them feat: luffy, zoro, sanji warnings: none! notes: based on these headcanons i made of where these characters are most physically affectionate, made them into short fics for u guys :) enjoy

luffy

luffy stares at the unconscious marines on the ground surrounding him, letting out an exasperated sigh. he said he wouldn't get caught up exploring the island, yet here he was having to finish off another fight. the security on this island is so tight, it's like this whole day he's been on his feet dealing with way too many marines for his liking.

he doesn't wanna waste time when all he can think about is being with you.

thankfully, the ship isn't too far, and he knows his way back unlike a certain mosshead.

when he climbs back onto the ship, you're the first thing his eye catches. you're leaning against the railing off the sunny, your chin resting on your hand with your back turned to him. before you even register that luffy's there, you feel a rubbery pair of arms taking hold of you from behind, and the next thing you're tangled in them.

"LUFFY! you scared the hell out of me!" you laugh, feeling his arms around you as they tighten you into a soft hug.

"my bad!" he giggles, holding you closer. "i just really wanted a hug right now, i'm pretty tired. you don't know what i've been dealing with all day!"

"let's lie down inside, you can tell me all about it," you tell him as he wraps his arms all around you and you can't help but laugh more at how attached he's being to you. it feels like you're covered in vines, but you don't mind at all.

zoro

you've been looking for zoro everywhere, only to find him resting against the railing of the ship, eyes shut and arms folded. as you step close and bend down to get a closer look at his face, you're surprised to see that he isn't reacting at all.

is he really asleep? you wonder, waving your hand in front of his face, but still no reaction.

hesitantly, you quietly set yourself beside him, careful not to accidentally wake him. glancing at him, you can't believe how peaceful he looks. he isn't much of a talker anyway, but somehow he seems so quiet and ease when he's sleeping. it feels so different to the zoro you see in battle.

feeling a bit brave, you slowly begin to lean so that your shoulder touches his. you breathe out a little sigh of relief when he stays asleep. you should seriously get up and go, but something seriously makes you not want to leave his side. you decide staying there for a while wouldn't hurt.

but before you know it, you find yourself drifting off too.

zoro opens an eye to see you peacefully sleeping beside him and snickers to himself. really thought i was sleeping all along, huh?

it's a risk, but he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable there or for your neck to hurt. very carefully, he shifts you so that your head is laying on his lap, afraid to make even the slightest noise in case he wakes you.

thankfully, it all works out. you're comfortably laying on his lap now. now it's his turn to watch you resting, smiling to himself at how close you finally are to him, not wanting to lose the moment just yet.

sanji

sanji puts the last of the dishes away, turning around to see that the kitchen is finally clean - well at least until luffy comes back demanding another snack.

he tries not to strain his hands, especially with all the cooking he does every day. but today they slightly ache from all the things he's been doing: cleaning, cutting, chopping, frying... just to name a few.

the kitchen door opens as you enter, and sanji's eyes light up automatically. "y/n! i missed you."

"i just saw you at supper," you laugh, coming closer to him. you cock an eyebrow, noticing that despite his excitement to see you, he seems a bit preoccupied with looking at his hands now. "what's wrong?"

"oh, it's nothing," sanji waves his hands. "i was just..."

before he can continue, his breath catches in his throat as you suddenly take hold of both his hands mid-air. "y/n, what are you-"

you study his hands, noting how soft and delicate they are despite everything they're put under every day, and how they fit perfectly in yours. you hold them close, bringing them to rest on your chest right where your heart is.

sanji is completely speechless at your action now, afraid to even breathe wrong. his heart is beating so fast he's sure you can feel it in the pulse of his wrists.

"you shouldn't work them too hard," your hands tighten his more, but gently, before you kiss his knuckles softly. "i don't want you to ruin your hands when they're just so perfect."

you look up from sanji's now shaky hands and stifle a laugh to see him completely unable to look you in the eye. he looks away to avoid your gaze, blushing like crazy. he clears his throat. "i... um..."

"my bad, my bad," you let go and cover your mouth to avoid laughing at how flustered he's become in such short time.

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synopsis ༄ you saved ace that day but nearly lost yourself in the process content ༄ mentions of death, the war at marineford (pre-timeskip), mentions of kid!reader bullied, uh…semi-described smut(?),… wc ༄ 2.5k author's note ༄ this actually is another request on ao3! i love ace so much and i ended up sobbing because this sweet boy deserved to live. actually, crying over whitebeard rn too LMAO im very sensitive rn SORRY!

No one knew why you were a part of the crew. Not why Whitebeard kept you around. No one knew you were the captain’s blood daughter. His one and only. His dream come true. Well…mostly. It wasn’t all that complete once your mother had passed giving birth to you. He’d never say it, but that broke him inside. Just a little.

After he’d collected so many ‘brothers,’ you had lost track of who was who at some point. Mostly, you stuck around the fleet commanders, recognizing them with ease. Marco, Jozu, Thatch… The list goes on. Honestly, they were all pretty sensitive about your slight forgetfulness so you had resorted to calling everyone ‘bro.’

Years and years had passed when you’d met Ace. At first, you really didn’t like him. He kept trying to fight your father, attempting to kick his ass and get the jump on him.

It never worked of course.

And finally one evening, he quit. You were at Marco’s side, hand on your katana’s handle. He carried a bowl of fresh soup, still warm and steaming. And all alone, you saw it. Well, you saw him.

Ace sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, head low as he wallowed. You tensed and stayed just a few feet back as Marco walked over, setting the bowl beside him. For the first time, you heard this man’s voice low and serious.

“Tell me… Why does everyone on this ship call him Pops?”

“You don’t get it? Because he calls us ‘sons.’”

You watched Ace’s brows knit ever so slightly, staring at Marco.

“None of us have any family left. Hell, the whole world hates us.” Marco continues, still smiling, “So, it’s nice, right? I mean, I know it’s just a word… But it still feels nice.”

Ace doesn’t speak. He drops his head, clenching his teeth as he fights off tears. Marco walks over, kneeling before him. You sigh, stepping closer to the two.

“What’s the deal? Are you really gonna keep on doing this even after he spared your life? You can’t keep this up.”

Your voice is quiet and gentle, making Ace’s shoulders tense, “Hate to break it to ya, but you’re not strong enough to kill him.”

“You can either get off this ship and start over,” Marco sighs, “or you can stay here and wear the mark of Whitebeard on your back.”

From that night on, Ace changed. He was a bubbly, fiery spirit. You ended up learning more about him and becoming closer. He had this kid brother he was so insanely proud of. Luffy. He was strong and ruthless, all with a smile on his face.

Eventually, Ace was granted the title of Commander over the second division. The party and feast prepared for the night he accepted was magnificent, courtesy of Thatch and his division. Into the night, while everyone danced and drank, you got a moment alone with Ace.

“Congrats, Fire Fist,” you bump his hip with yours.

“Thanks, princess,” he chuckles, leaning back against the rail while your elbows rest on it.

“Think you can handle it?” You glance up at him, watching the way his head tilts to look at you.

“I can handle anything.” He smiles, his arms folded against his chest.

Your eyes roll, smiling as you let your eyes drift back to the sea, “Always so cocky.”

“Nah,” Ace chuckles quietly, still staring at you all googly-eyed. “Maybe I just wanna impress ya.”

“And if I told you that you do?” You prop your chin on your palm, looking over at him.

“I’d…” Ace’s cheeks grow warm, a pink hue dusting his skin. “I’d ask you out. Duh.”

“Hm, cute.”

You laugh under your breath. He was the most attractive man you’d ever seen on these seas, but that didn’t say much.

Most people you’d witnessed were old pirates and gross. You know, scurvy and whatnot. Guess they’d gotten tired of taking pride in more than their strength and egos.

The townies you met were just stuck to their islands. Families married with kids who always wanted to play with you, begging you to tell them all about your adventures. The people around your age were just scared because you were a part of the most infamous crew. Adults of the town were just as wary, not even wanting the town’s kids to look at a criminal.

And you? You wanted your own son or daughter one day. You wanted your own family just like your pops wanted all those years ago. Well, now you did anyway. You used to hate the families of the islands, their children a bunch of bullies when you’d come to town. They’d run with their tails tucked when your dad’s crew would come along, scaring them away.

“Don’t worry, kid! We’ll play whatever games ya want back on the ship!”

“Yeah, Y/N! We’re way cooler than those little brats!”

You didn’t let them know how much it actually hurt though. You were…all alone. No kids to hang out with, no mom to hold you and tell you it was okay, no sense of childhood endeavors. Just…a kid having to keep it a secret that her dad was truly her blood. Eventually, you gave up and trained with everyone else.

You trained until you couldn’t take it. Sometimes wiping you out for days at a time.

When Ace came along, you finally had someone your age. Someone who made you feel like you could breathe. Like you could be free.

That only made it so much worse when Ace left in search of Marshall D Teach. And you took it even harder when he was captured by the government and set to be executed at Marineford. But everyone banded together and your father had come through. You finally met Luffy and swore that you’d kill anyone who dared get in your way to help Ace. Luffy definitely took a liking to you for that.

Even more so when Ace was rescued rather than killed. You fought yourself into a coma before you could see his freedom though. For weeks, Ace was a wreck. Beaten and bruised, he stayed at your side, desperate for you to wake up.

After sixty-seven days, your hand twitched around his fingers, clenching. He nearly passed out from the excitement, burying his face in your stomach as he sobbed. Something in you realized it was time to finally give in to his antics. To stop teasing and dragging him along.

“I love you, Ace.”

Those were the first words you croaked, throat dry and sore.

“What?”

“I love you.”

A loud thud hit the floor, making the door burst open. Marco was right there, panic wide in his eyes. He looked at you, mouth hanging open, and then at Ace laying on the floor.

“What the fuck happened?” Marco pointed to the male groaning on the ground.

“He fainted,” you wince as you speak, reaching for the glass pitcher on the nightstand.

“You’re awake…” Marco breathes out, walking over to you.

Marco called in a nurse, getting her to check on your vitals. Meanwhile, he helped Ace back into a chair, making sure his bandages weren’t off of his healing wounds. You watched Ace, watching him rub his head. His hat… His necklace… They were gone… You didn’t like that. His signature looks stolen by the war raging on. It wasn’t even close to over.

“Is…is Luffy okay?” You ask quietly, brows pinched in worry.

“He’s okay. Little brat is more resilient than anything,” Ace smiles softly, looking over at you.

Marco grinned, “Runs in the family, huh?”

You relax, finally getting cleared by the nurse. She gave Ace a quick once over before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. You dip your toes to the floor, finding your footing. Ace got up quickly as you stood, clearing the path with two steps. His arms find their way around you, holding you close.

“My girl,” he breathes against your hair. “My pretty girl. Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again. Ya hear me?”

“I hear you,” you laugh against his chest, wrapping your arms around him weakly.

Eventually, the night falls, leaving you and Ace encased in the dark room. He cradles you almost all night, playing with the ends of your hair. You trace little patterns against his chest softly, listening to his breathing even out.

“I love you,” Ace says quietly and you hear his heartbeat speed up in his chest.

“I love you more,” you smile, moving to look at him.

The moonlight casts a soft glow across his bruised face, softening his features under the gentle light. He seems so peaceful even if only for a night. You find yourself hoping for this to last forever.

“I’m sorry…about your dad,” he brushes a strand from your face, frowning softly.

“He didn’t die in vain,” you whisper, swallowing thickly.

“He was your real dad though,” Ace murmurs, finally having learned about the bloodline.

“All those years… He taught me family is more than just blood,” your hand reaches up, brushing through his hair. “He loved us all more than anything.”

“I love you more than anything.”

His voice, quiet and timid, trembles ever so slightly. He meant it with all of his heart. Ace had nearly lost you, terrified half to death on that battlefield. Too much had already been lost in his life. You? He wasn’t letting go without all hell breaking loose.

“I want to live.”

Those words send a bone-chilling ache throughout your entire being, eyes widening.

“You mean it?”

“I do.”

“...I’ll hold you to that, you know. I won’t ever let you die.”

“Promise?”

His grin makes you roll your eyes, swatting at him softly. Ace can’t stop the laugh that slips past his lips and grabs your wrist to press a swift kiss to your palm. The kisses don’t stop, continuing along your arm until he reaches all the way to your jaw. He hesitates, breathing heavily against your jaw.

“Sweet girl,” Ace breathes out, screwing his eyes shut.

“Mhm?” You murmur, head tilted back.

“Can I kiss you?” His teeth scrape softly against your skin, desperate and fighting the urge to capture your lips without permission.

“I could never say no to you, could I?” You murmur, reaching under his chin to tilt his head.

Your lips meet, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. He straddles you, cupping your face like he couldn’t get enough. The kiss turned from something innocent and sweet to carnal and desperate. You claw at his shoulders, noises escaping you as your thighs tighten.

“Ace, please,” you mumble against his lips.

Ace grins against you, pulling away for a moment, “I’ll never get tired of your voice, you know that?”

“Don’t start being all cute,” you murmur, looking up at him.

“I can’t help it,” he pecks your lips through a laugh. “It’s just natural.”

“You’re so lame,” you grin, pulling him back to you.

Deeper into the night, he took his time with you, slow and patient. Ace pressed against you after his movements slowed, growing uneven from his rhythm. You were in tears, sweat coating the both of you when you felt something drip onto your cheek.

He hovered over you, panting. You weren’t expecting to see tears in his eyes.

“Ace? What’s wrong?” You rasp, reaching to cup his face.

“I didn’t think…” He sniffles, looking down at you, “I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to be with you. I was so scared…”

“You don’t think I’d go out so easily, huh?” You smile, wiping his tears.

“I wouldn’t let you,” he leans down, resting his forehead against yours.

What would he do without you? His pretty girl. His other half. Thinking about it was the last thing he needed at this moment. He couldn’t let your first time go to waste now, could he?

Ace pressed a kiss to your dampened skin, rolling his hips against yours. Your breath hitched at the contact. Goddamn, he loved this side of you. One that belonged to him and him alone. How could he ever let you go?

Once he graced that weak spot that blew stars behind your eyes, he repeated it over and over and over. With half-lidded eyes, he watched your reactions to keep his movements in rhythm, careful and methodical.

But at this rate, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with the way your walls were squeezing the life out of him.

“A-Ace, I-”

“I know,” he grunts, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

Your legs found their way around his hips, locking at your ankles. Your teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder, somehow keeping you tethered to the earth. His hips stutter again with a grunt before he…

“F-fuck!” Ace buries his face into the crook of your neck, hands grasping at your plush hips.

It wasn’t immediately obvious to you, but he buried himself so deep within you that you didn’t stand a chance to avoid this new future. You blinked, panting as he collapsed on top of you.

“Did you…”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs tiredly against your skin, taking the time to catch his breath. “Promise I’ll make it up to ya.”

And you, poor thing, were so exhausted that you didn’t give a damn about any repercussions that might come of this. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his temple before passing out.

Several years later

“Uncle Luffy!”

“Rouge!”

“Rouge! Don’t run off like that!”

Your sweet little girl giggled as her uncle snatched her up, spinning her. You shake your head, smiling at their antics. Ace stuck by your side, arm always wrapped around you as the two of you walk over to the Strawhat crew.

“She gets that from you, you know,” you nudge Ace’s side.

He grins, ruffling your hair, “Yeah, yeah, so she’s a little rebellious. You sayin’ you weren’t a troublemaker back in the day?”

“Not what I’m saying,” you roll your eyes but still can’t help the smile ghosting your lips. “I’m saying that neither of you listen.”

“Just wait,” he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “she’ll give that damn government a run for their money.”

Rouge gets all the attention from her ‘aunts and uncles,’ telling them all about your last little trip to Sphinx. You take your time, greeting everyone almost in tears. It felt far too long since the last time you saw everyone. Since you saw your family.

“Can’t believe you’re already three! You’re growing up so fast, Rouge!” Nami squished her cheek just as Sanji was bringing out a cake, decorated with pink hibiscus flowers.

“Happy birthday, Rouge!”

Ace held you from behind, chin resting atop your head. He thought back to all those years ago, to the battlefield where he nearly lost you and himself in the process. His sweet girls, safe and sound once again… He wouldn’t trade this for the world. Not now, not ever.

author's note ༄ sorry, gotta yap more rq! uh idk why i added in that tidbit about it being 'secret' you were the blood daughter of whitebeard and am now realizing that was probably dumb LMAO

dividers used: sister-lucifer. cafekitsune. anitalenia.

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[lascvitae]

DREAMIN’ ✵ AERI UCHINAGA.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. I MUST BE DREAMIN’ .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ aeri calls you over to the studio when she can’t focus, but you prove to be far more distracting than anything else.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. giselle x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). dom aeri, pet names (love, baby, pretty girl, pretty baby), choking (but not really), cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), slight rough sex, praising, overstimulation, thigh riding, aeri records your moans :dizzy:

ᝰ.ᐟ word count 2k

ᝰ.ᐟ katty: requested by shawty bae but okay next post make you mine part 3 (maybe)

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YOUR PHONE BUZZED against your nightstand for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

aeri <3

what are u doingggggggggg

i’m lonely

dopamine is killing my brain

come over or i’ll die ):

you rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the smile stretching across your face. there was another buzz — a facetime call this time.

you picked it up and were immediately greeted by aeri’s pouty face, glasses slightly tilted. she was wrapped in an oversized hoodie that you were definitely going to steal later.

"you look insane.” you teased immediately.

"please, baby. i’m literally losing my mind. i need moral support. and food.” she tugged the hoodie tighter around herself.

“you just want some food.”

“nuh uh!”

“mmmhmm. you’re using me.” you rolled your eyes.

“i would never.”

you continued to put on your shoes. "you’re lucky you’re hot."

"luck got nothing to do with it, baby.” she blew you a kiss before hanging up.

you navigated the quiet, dimly lit hallways of sm, holding a brown paper bag of late night convenience store junk food. the building was practically abandoned at this hour except for maybe a few exhausted producers and maybe a trainee passed out in one of the practice rooms.

when you pushed open the door to the studio, you found aeri exactly as you imagined her.

she was slouched in the chair like she was bored, hoodie almost swallowing her entire body. you could see her sneakers kicked off under the desk.

"delivery for the world’s neediest girlfriend.” you announced while stepping inside.

her head snapped up immediately, whole face lighting up.

she scrambled out of the chair and towards you in like two seconds, throwing her arms around you so hard you almost dropped the bag.

"you’re my hero.” she mumbled into your shoulder.

you laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. "but you owe me.”

she pulled back enough to smirk at you. "i’ll pay you back. in kisses.”

"you better." you said, leaning down to kiss her quickly.

you settled on the couch, watching as she took a bite of the snack you brought. chips, half squashed candy bars, a sandwich? and dramatically groaned like it was the best thing she ever ate.

"i’m saving your life right now. this is basically charity work.” you said while lounging back, one leg hooked over the other.

"i’m gonna put you in the credits. special thanks to my sexy, generous, perfect girlfriend.” aeri mumbled with a mouthful of chips.

"damn right."

silence passed over while she chewed and you scrolled through your phone. the studio was lit by the monitor's glow and the leds on buttons and knobs you knew absolutely nothing about. but aeri did and you admired her for it.

"wanna hear something?” she asked suddenly, adjusting some of the buttons.

“always.” you perked up immediately, tucking your phone away.

she fiddled with the buttons some more and an addictive beat filled the room. it intrigued you immediately. you watched the way she bobbed her head to it she was effortless even in the middle of the night. even with a few crumbs on her lap.

your chest tightened.

"this is so good, baby.” you said honestly, shifting so you could see her better.

aeri flushed, smiling as she twisted her chair slightly. "it’s missing something."

"what?"

"you."

you smiled, pushing yourself up off the couch. "smooth."

"learned from the best."

you wandered over, hands sliding onto her shoulders and kneading gently. she hummed, leaning back into your touch.

"mm, 's not fair. you’re distracting me.” she said quietly.

"not doing anything.” you teased, squeezing her tighter. you bent down to press a kiss behind her ear, smiling when she shivered.

“stop. you know what that mouth does to me.” she whined, tilting her head back to look at you upside down.

"maybe you need a break.” you whispered against her temple, smiling when her hands reached for you.

she tugged you closer, and before you could blink you were straddling her, sinking into her lap. the chair squeaked under the both of you.

"jesus.” she breathed out, hands immediately gripping your thighs, your waist. anywhere she could touch.

she lifted her thigh up into you and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper. a quiet whimper that she caught.

"you sound so pretty.” she murmured, voice low against your neck.

“wonder how pretty you’d sound on the track."

you bit your lip.

"make those noises for me. let them hear.” she whispered.

your heart stuttered. you kissed her — it was messy, hot, and a little desperate. your fingers thread through her hair and pull on the pink locks lightly. she moaned into your mouth, nails digging into your hips.

the music still played in the background, beat pulsing through the room as the air between you melted together.

aeri broke the kiss only to trail her lips down your jaw, your throat, nipping lightly. you rocked in her lap, gasping when she ground her thigh up into you.

you tugged her hoodie off her head with clumsy fingers, giggling when her hair stuck out in all directions. aeri grinned up at you with pink cheeks.

"stop looking at me like that.” you breathed, rocking down a little harder.

she cursed low under her breath, fingers tightening around your waist before she leaned forward to create a new track.

"can't help it. you’re like a fucking dream.” she said.

her words made you feel drunker than any drink could. you kissed her again, slower this time. it was deeper and it stretched out until your lungs burned. aeri’s hands roamed under your shirt beginning to trail light, teasing touches across your spine that made you shiver.

"so sensitive.” she teased, voice raspier now. she nipped at your bottom lip when you pouted. but your stomach dropped and you had heat rushing through you.

you continued to grind on her thigh and her hand came up to lightly tug around your throat, making you whimper.

“aeri…” you moaned out. she pulled you closer by your throat, kissing you messily while you rocked on her lap.

"there’s my girl.” she whispered as you pulled away, rocking her hips up deliberately and slowly.

"up.” she said roughly.

you pouted.

she gave a low laugh. “come on, baby. be good."

you barely had time to react before she gripped your hips and lifted you, manhandling you off her lap — making you stumble back into the chair clumsily, arms flailing to catch yourself.

"aeri—"

but she was already dropping to her knees between your legs, hungry and determined.

"fuck, look at you.” she murmured, dragging your shorts down your legs, tossing them somewhere across the studio carelessly.

you whimpered, legs instinctively trying to close but aeri was faster — hands firm on your knees, spreading you open wide for her.

"god, you're dripping.” she breathed, almost in awe.

you squirmed helplessly under her gaze, cheeks burning.

she smiled before reaching over. without breaking eye contact, she hit the red record button on the track.

“make those noises for me, love.”

you barely had time to process before her mouth was on you, and your head slammed back against the chair with a helpless whimper.

your hands tried to grip the armrest but settled on aeri’s hair instead. she groaned low against you at the first taste, the vibration going straight through your spine.

“aeri—” you gasped, already trembling under her touch.

she just groaned low against you, like she was savoring you, and the vibration made your hips jerk up without permission.

you felt the way she smirked against your skin.

"so greedy." she muttered.

you were desperate and overwhelmed, you tried to squeeze your legs shut but aeri’s hands shot up, gripping your thighs with a bruising force. she pried them back open roughly, leaving you exposed and trembling.

"no. you don’t get to hide from me. not when you’re this pretty.” she said, voice thick with want.

you whimpered, the raw need in her voice sending a full body shudder through you.

"keep those legs open, love. and let me hear you.” she commanded, punctuating it with a flick of her tongue against your clit.

the music pulsed, lost under the wet sounds of her mouth on you and the broken cries spilling from your lips.

you were shameless now, little moans and gasps tumbling out with every grind of her tongue.

and when she slipped two fingers into you, slow but deliberate, your whole body seized with pleasure.

"fuck— aeri—" you sobbed, head thrown back, tugging at her hair.

"that’s it. give it to me, baby. let me record how pretty you sound.” she whispered, voice rough, curling her fingers just right inside you.

you whimpered again, heat rushing through you at the thought. at knowing she was still recording, that this was all hers.

she thrust into you harder, dragging messy, high cries from your throat. you felt yourself getting close, the pressure building fast.

"gonna cum for me, gorgeous? gonna soak my fucking hand?” she teased against your thigh, kissing it.

"yes— yes— aeri, please!” you moaned frantically.

"then be good and cum.” she ordered, pushing you harder into the chair.

your orgasm shattered you, pleasure ripping through your body like a lightning strike. you were crying out her name so loud you were worried the soundproofing couldn’t stop you anymore

but aeri didn't stop. she hummed, fingers still driving into you through the aftershocks. then her mouth sealed around your clit again like she couldn't get enough.

you whined, the overstimulation making your hips stutter.

"stay open.” she ordered when your legs tried to close again. she forced them wider, kissing you even deeper.

"so fucking good for me. gonna give me another, pretty baby. i know you can.” she praised, bringing you right back to the edge.

you sobbed, nodding helplessly because you had no choice. you were already too far gone.

she curled her fingers again, slow and punishing, tongue never letting up.

you were already shaking, whole body hypersensitive and twitching under her mouth but she didn’t even slow down.

"so sensitive now, huh, love?" she said, soft mockery in her tone.

her fingers dragged against that perfect spot deep inside you again and again, unrelenting, while her tongue lapped hot and heavy against your clit.

"stay fucking still. be good. take it.” she said, voice full of lust.

your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth dropping open on a broken, needy moan.

"please, aeri— i can't—"

"you can. you're doing so good, baby. so pretty for me. cum again — right on my fucking tongue." she said, not giving you even a second to come down.

the pressure snapped so fast you didn’t even realize you were cumming again until you were crying out, body convulsing in her hold. you were louder this time. messier. the sounds were desperate and beautiful.

aeri moaned against you and kept licking you through it, dragging out every last drop.

"fuck, listen to you. could make a song with your sounds alone.” she breathed, pulling back just enough to watch you. your was face flushed and your chest heaving for air.

she smiled and gently kissed the inside of your trembling thigh.

"that’s my good girl.” she whispered, voice rough but full of warmth.

you barely noticed aeri reaching over to stop the recording, the little red light finally blinking off. she kissed your temple gently, murmuring something you couldn’t catch.

"easy, baby. you’re shaking.” she whispered against your skin.

you glared and she just laughed before reaching for her hoodie and tugging it over your head, wrapping you up.

"there. my pretty girl.” she cooed, kissing your nose.

you clung to the sleeves, sinking into the warmth of the fabric.

"you’re so mean.” you muttered hoarsely, letting your head loll back against the chair. aeri laughed again.

"you loved it.” she teased, leaning down to place kisses over your flushed cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth.

you just buried your face in her shoulder.

"you're insufferable."

"and you’re obsessed with me.” she shot back, arms wrapping around you to lift you up out of the chair effortlessly.

you yelped, clinging to her neck. "aeri!"

she just laughed again, carrying you just a few steps over to the studio couch and collapsing onto it with you.

“my best girl. the best vocalist.” she sighed, snuggling into you and tangling her legs with your tingling ones. she then pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to toss over both of you lazily.

you groaned, slapping her chest weakly. "don't you dare use that recording for anything."

“too late. it's my new alarm tone. imagine waking up to you moaning my name every morning."

you shoved your face deeper into her hoodie, clearly mortified.

she just laughed, tightening her arms around you while her voice softened.

"you’re everything to me, y/n. you know that, right?" she murmured, breath warm against your ear.

you looked up at her, heart squeezing painfully tight in your chest.

"yeah. you’re everything to me too.” you whispered, kissing her jaw.

aeri smiled and kissed you slow like there was no rush now. like you had all the time in the world.

"good. cause i’m never letting you go.” she said, nuzzling you.

and then you realized.

you will never be able to hear her song without thinking of this.

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