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Be like them
warning: none
characters: jude x fem!reader
summary: when you want to straighten your hair to go to an event with him, but your boyfriend doesn't really like the idea
request: yes (sorry I had to change a little because i couldn't write it)
may contain spelling and translation errors!
You looked in the mirror, holding a lock of your hair, still damp from your shower, as you scrolled through Instagram. Jude had mentioned that Real Madrid was hosting a special event to launch their new kit, a premier that would bring together players, coaching staff and some of the WAG's. He invited you to go with him, and the simple invitation was enough to make you think about how to get ready.
From what you saw in the photos, all the women were incredibly sophisticated, with straight, perfect hair, impeccable in every detail. Suddenly, your own curly locks seemed a little... out of place. You never had a problem accepting yourself, but when you imagined yourself next to your boyfriend at that event, doubts arose. Maybe it would be better to straighten your hair just this once, to have a look more in line with the other women's style.
Later, Jude came into the room, already changed for a dinner they were planning before the event. Seeing you standing there, with a lost look, he slowly approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
âWhat are you thinking?
He asked, looking at your reflection in the mirror.
You gave a weak smile and hesitated before answering:
âI was thinking about straightening my hair for the premiere. I think that way I would look more... âYou paused, not knowing how to finish. âMore like the other women.
Bellingham frowned and looked at you in the mirror, clearly surprised.
âAnd who said you have to be like them?
He asked, with a touch of disbelief in his voice.
You sighed, trying to put into words what you felt.
âI know it's silly, but... have you seen what they look like? Each one more stunning than the other, and they all have such a... polished style. I think I would look better with straight hair, more "sophisticated".
You said the last word with a tone of uncertainty, as if you didn't even believe it.
Bellingham let out a soft, affectionate laugh, squeezing you a little tighter in his arms.
âHoney, youâre beautiful just the way you are. And besides that. âHe smiled, looking into your eyes in the mirror. âI love your curls. Weâre the curly couple, you know? I donât know what I would do without those curls by your side.
You laughed, but you still seemed a little hesitant.
âJude⊠you know Iâm proud of my hair, but⊠itâs just that at this kind of event, maybe I should be a little more⊠âelegantâ? I donât know if that makes sense. I guess I just donât want people to think I donât make an effort to be by your side.
He turned around, holding your face gently and speaking with a softness that you loved.
âIt makes perfect sense. But who cares what people think? I wouldnât trade those curls for anything. Theyâre part of who you are, and I wouldnât change a thing about you. âHe stroked a lock of your hair, twirling it around one of his fingers. âBy the way, I want to be the guy who arrives with the most beautiful and authentic girl of all, the one who doesn't need to change a thing to be amazing. And, in my humble opinion, you already are. Totally.
You couldn't help but smile. Jude always had a way of making you feel valued, even when you tried to find fault with yourself. Still, doubts insisted on appearing, and he noticed the glint of uncertainty in your eyes.
âI know it's easy to say, but I'll show you that I'm not joking.
He said, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and opening the gallery. He showed you several old photos of the two of them together, taken throughout their relationship, almost all during simple, quiet moments of everyday life. In all of them, your curls appeared naturally, and Jude always seemed enchanted by you, with a sparkle in his eyes that spoke for itself.
âSee? â He smiled. âIt's not your straight hair that will make me find you more beautiful. It's you. It's the way you smile, the way you look when you're comfortable and happy. And that's it. âHe ruffled her curls slightly with a playful smile. âThat's what I love.
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of expectations dissipate a little.
âI guess I'll trust you, then. And let the curls be successful, right?
You said, half joking.
âThat's my girl! âJude replied, kissing you on the forehead with a proud smile. âBesides, the curls make you even more unique, and I love knowing that I have someone so incredible by my side. Let the other WAG's stay straight; I want to be with the most special one.
On the night of the premiere, as you were getting ready to go out, he could barely take his eyes off his girlfriend. You had put on a blue dress that highlighted your skin, and your curls were loose, forming a perfect frame around your face. He smiled when he saw you, feeling incredibly proud to have you by his side. As you approached the event, photographers and fans surrounded you, and you noticed the looks and whispers around you. For a moment, insecurity tried to return, but when you looked at Bellingham, you saw only a glow of admiration and love on his face.
âSee? You donât have to change a thing.
He whispered, holding your hand firmly as you walked together.
The curly-haired couple, as he joked, shone that night, drawing attention and leaving a unique mark. And you realized, amidst the flashes and Jude's affection, that their authenticity was their true strength, something that no one could take away.
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surprise ma @baconburger2006, I did in fact see this! đ
So there are a three main aspects to language learning: vocabulary, grammar, and practice!
Vocabulary
There are, of course, a variety of Na'vi dictionaries you can choose from. Reykunyu is my main go-to, though I also like the categorized wordlists on Dict-Na'vi. I don't have as much personal experience with Fwew but I hear it's good too. There's also the Annotated Dictionary, which is very useful when you need examples of how to use a particular word.
Reykunyu Dict-Na'vi Fwew Annotated Dictionary
Of course, just throwing a dictionary at you is not really gonna be all that effective for learning vocabâafter all, that's a lot of words and it's gonna get overwhelming fast! Plus, you don't really need to know every word to converse in the language. The dictionary is mostly there as a handy reference to look up new words.
That said: don't underestimate the power of using the language! You'd be surprised how many of the common useful words you'll learn just by repeatedly trying to use them. That's how I learned my first chunk of vocab: by trying to communicate with the language. At first I had to look up every single word in a dictionary every single time I wanted to use it, but over time I had to do that less and less until eventually I'd memorized several words without even studying a vocab list! In fact, when I did try using a beginner's vocab list for the first time, I was pleasantly surprised by how many words I already knew just by repeatedly using them like this!
Vocab lists can still be helpful of course! You can make your own by looking up a bunch of words about a particular topic, or you can use Reykunyu's Study tool, which has a set of beginner vocab lists.
The study list that I personally used was the 500 Most Commonly Used Na'vi Words course on Memrise, but it is sadly no longer available, since Memrise removed their community-created courses đ Reykunyu's beginner lists should give you a decent start though!
Of course, if you're going to be learning new words, you'll also want to know how to say them correctly! Therefore alphabet and pronunciation are a vital part of this section (in fact, I'd recommend learning this before you start learning anything else). This video is a great introduction! đ
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Grammar
Individual words are useless if you don't know how to put them together! A common mistake people make when learning a new language for the first time is assuming that you can translate a sentence by translating each individual word one by one...this does not work, because not all languages are structured the same way!
There are a few resources you can use to get an intro to Na'vi grammar. If you enjoy live lessons, there are usually a variety of lessons/activities/practice sessions taught weekly on the Kelutral Discord server, at a variety of different levels from beginner to advanced. Even if none of the sessions available at a given time look appealing to you, you can always ask for help with whatever you need in their questions-and-practice channel and you'll find plenty of teachers happy to help!
If you prefer independent study, these two video series could be helpful (though I'd still recommend asking questions if/when you have any!). Karyu Tekre's is more thorough, but Karyu Pawl's will give a fun overview of various topics.
Karyu Tekre's Na'vi Grammar Course Paul Frommer's (Karyu Pawl's) AvatarMeet 2012 Presentation
There are some other resources that'll help with grammar (and vocab) as well, but I'm saving those for the next section:
Practice!
One way to practice is, of course, to simply use the language in any way you can! You can chat in the Na'vi channels over on Kelutral, or doodle little Na'vi comics, or even keep a Na'vi journal!
That said, I realize that just saying "go practice" when you're brand new to the language can be overwhelmingâafter all, where do you even start? Luckily, there's plenty of resources that can help! Here's a few:
Kelutral's Na'vi Survival Guide Karyu Neytiri's Na'vi Workbook Karyu PamĂŹrĂŹk's Na'vember Challenge
The Survival Guide currently only covers a few topics, but it's interactive and goes over some fundamentals of sentence building!
Karyu Neytiri's workbook is great because it gives you grammar and vocab and practice exercises all in one!
The Na'vember challenge would actually be a fantastic place to start if you're brand-new! It's a month-long challenge that gives you simple daily practice tasks, starting with pronunciation and gradually moving through fundamental grammar. Completing the whole thing will give you a fairly thorough overview of how to build sentences in Na'vi!
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Hope this is helpful! I know it's a lot, but, well, learning a new language is a big task! It takes a lot of time, patience, and dedication. The good news is, it doesn't have to take a ton of time all at once! Consistency is keyâyou'll learn a lot more efficiently by studying daily for just 5-10 minutes than you will trying to cram a bunch of stuff for two hours every other Thursday and then not thinking about it until the next cram. Feel free to ask if you have other questions and best of luck on your learning journey should you choose to embark! đž
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Take Chances. (đȘ” )
pairing : lottie matthews x fem reader ⊠c / w : descriptions of nausea , descriptions of violence , self - violence , derealization, fluff . ( short-ish little drabble as a writing exercise ! fast pacing , descriptive . )
summary : nothing couldâve prepared you for this , a plane crash with your soccer team , and being in the forest with them was nothing you couldâve readied for . the wilderness drove you to deteriorate mentally faster , however it seemed advice from the past drew you closer to someone youâve learned for for oh so long .
lottluvs , feel free to translate with credit . . open to criticism đ±
a/n : i am so sorry, i wrote this at like 12-2am, and didnt proofread it at all, sorry for the weird pacing, but yay first one shot :3 my requests are open !!
The cicadas humming echoed more words than you spoke in weeks, their tune seemed to drown out your thoughts, waking up later than everyone else, silently, and with no purpose. Even the thought of getting up to survive was starting to get tiring, you were a teenager, this wasnât something you wanted to ever have to deal with, none of these girls shouldâve had to.Â
As you rose from your makeshift pallet on the floor, the blankets draped on you somewhat too perfectly, you noticed that the cabin was clean of the warm bodies that littered it in the night, and even the late risers were by now gone as well. Your mind was still settling into the new day, ears ringing with the fuzz of your pillow. You begin to recall everything, the plane ride, crashing, surviving.. no, it wasnât surviving at this point. It was scraping together whatever mess you called rations. Even so, that was only for your physical health, if you were to say you were surviving mentally, not even the slightest wind would hear your lie. Unfortunately, recalling everything wanted to make you fall back asleep, and let the delusion your brain would find in the comfort of dreams take over once more, but the thought of repeating the day over and over again gave you to pure spite to not go back to sleep. You wished for just a little longer your brain would forget this mess, this horrible loud mess. âJust five more minutes.â You thought, hearing your motherâs voice ring in disagreement, the voice seemed far away, but it was certainly there.
Standing up, you breathed in dusty air, restless, dirty air. Nausea from starvation hit you like a brick, eating once every few days in little portions really made you appreciate what you had before this horrible accident. Folding your blankets into one nice pile took no more than two minutes, two minutes sharp that you counted. Time was precious, so why not keep the memory of something you may not be able to do ever again in due time? Walking to the door, with a hand rubbing your stomach similarly to how your mother would comfort you by rubbing your back, took even longer. âDo I have to? I mean do I really have to?â Those words bubbled in your mind as you placed a dirty hand on the handle to open the worn door.Â
Bright. It was excruciatingly bright. The smell of pine and the breeze filled your nose with a chill. Standing on the porch carrying baggy eyes and messy hair, looking around to see a few teammates working around, some minding their own business, some presenting their personality as if it was just another day living casually. Your eyes flickered before yawning and popping your fingers, walking out into the courtyard of what would soon be your last ringing bell, or thatâs how you felt. The first one to stop you was Shauna, Shauna Shipman, one of the Yellowjackets midfielders.Â
âWhere were you?â Her voice was tired, but the sound of genuine ask was there.
âI slept a little too late I guess, no one woke me up, I assumed someone would.â You responded with your dry lips once stuck together parting with exhaust.Â
âThatâs okay, I was just worried I guess? Um, do you want to help me store and skin this faun? Like you were supposed to since you were next for this duty? Nat caught it this morning.â Shauna motioned to something behind her, idling her arms after, waiting for a response.
âI donât see why not.â You spat out, hoping Shauna wouldnât mistake your exhaustion for a negative tone, walking in the direction of the faun, of which was barely visible through the toned green leaves.Â
You heard Shauna follow behind, picking up her pace when you eventually got to the scene of the deceased creature. She started to talk about how to âtake care of the animal,â but honestly you couldnât help but tune her out, you listened to the trees sway, the birds call, and you swore you could hear the roots of the trees shiver under your sore feet. Eventually, tuning Shauna back in would leave you in the middle of her conversation about how to store the game. You nodded in approval, feeling bad that you werenât listening, because for some reason, you felt like Shauna needed this. This mentoring, maybe it let her feel like she had a bigger role. You walked over to full view of the small deer, Shauna handed you something wrapped in cloth, and got to work on the start of the process.Â
Unwrapping the cloth would reveal a black handled knife, a shiny and what seemed to be recently cleaned blade. You locked positions, starting to stare at the weapon you wielded, looking at the skin of your fingers, moving to the palm that crowned the cloth and knife. You continued to stare as you began to get dizzy, your eyes felt like they were carrying weights, and the rough ground seemed to blur. Your own brain felt like it was betraying you.. âdo it,â a voice rings out. âYou cant go on right?â You felt your facial features drop, as not even your own hand was recognizable anymore, the skin that you bore wasnât yours, right? It just didnât seem right. What felt like a numb space of dull void that was your left hand picked up the blade firm, turning it blade down. Letting the cloth fall from your hand, you felt your lightheaded thinking churn, your eyes dilating, your stomach drop, as the nausea from waking up not even an hour ago began to stick to the front of your stomach, and your planted feet all combine into a feeling of external dread, as the blade kissed your skin, a hurtful form of abuse, the gorgeous deep red stained every line on your palm, making rivers of blood through your skin, dripping onto the ground below, it was a smooth and clean cut, at this point, you couldnât even feel your hands, you didnt cut too deep into your palm before you felt something on your stomach, it wasnât that feeling of your stomach deciding to throw up or not, it was warm.Â
As you began to lock back into reality due to a the rush of adrenaline, Shauna snapped around to stand directly in front of you grabbing the knife blade first, somewhat cutting into one of her fingers, not as bad as you sculpted your hand.
âWhat the fâ oh my god. Heyâ what is going on with you?!?â The voice of concern that was so familiar hit you like bricks even though it was a whisper, it began to pull you back to fond memories. âThis isâ.â Shauna threw the blade onto the table and held your palm upside down, taking the absent cloth from the ground and covering it, applying pressure. You heard her take a breath before she sighed, it wasnât a sigh of annoyance, rather a sigh of unease. âHey, please talk to me..âÂ
For once that day, your brain formed a genuine thought that you were present for, what was going on with you? You looked at her soft features. The features that brought you comfort even before the crash. Your mouth opened, but the only thing that came out was the noise of silence and dead words, youâd left yourself dumbfounded. You felt bad Shauna had to waste any stamina she had left worrying for you. But at this point, you couldnât even tell why you did that to yourself, was it self hatred? Hunger? Or was it the fact it was so hard to recognize you were a real person anymore. Youâve felt like prey this entire time. Never the one thatâs one step above.
Shauna and you were good friends, in fact, she was the one to convince you to try out for the Yellowjackets in the first place. Turns out, you were a lot faster than you thought, placing you right with Jackie as a striker, a goalie-scorer, a game changer. During practice, youâd always be with Shauna, chatting up a storm and pissing off your already over stressed coach. Compared to current day, back then you were any normal teenager, bright, excited for the future, sociable, and one of the best features about you? You were approachable, and your team felt like they could go to you for anything.Â
You recalled those thoughts quietly, stuttering out a few incoherent words before Shauna grabbed your other hand and squeezed it, calling you back to your unfortunate reality. âShauna I donât.. know. For once I really donât know whatâs wrong with me. Normally I can voice myself..  normally Iâm in control, but now itâs like someone hit a reset on my brain. Nothing works anymore, im starting back on square one.â You squeezed her hand back, taking a breath in, wincing as the pain in your hand finally started to settle, waiting for her response, and looking at the ground now.Â
ââŠThatâs the most honest anyone here has been for a while I feel.â She let out a sharp chuckle before sniffling the strain of her allergies back into her nose and sighing. âThis isnât like you though, and.. by this I mean.. I feel like at this point everyone is different in some way, or in denial in SOME way.â Shauna rubbed your crimson stained hand gently with that oh so stupid concerned-confused pout on her face. âItâs weird to see how our situation changed us. You know?âÂ
You stared at Shauna, she was right, and you hated it. Subsequently, your hand began to throb with pain, almost as if your body, separated from your mind, was saying âgotcha.â You pulled away from Shauna and held the cloth to your hand, not even giving true word to her statement, just a slight nod, and you began to walk off toward the cabin again, holding your hand, not even for your own safety, not even for your own survival, but for a comfort, a longing, something you missed oh so dearly. Not even trying to hide your hand, you step towards the cabin, eyes not up, rather on the flaky pine needle and leaf covered ground beneath you, shakily breathing. However, as you approached, something stopped you, a whisper, something, someone?Â
Your vision is blurry, dizzy even, you cant tell if itâs from the blood loss, or your brain playing tricks on you. You look around, focusing in on movement to your right. The only coherent thing you could see is that it was some form of being, you dont know what it was, but it needed it you there. Needed it near you. Was it you? Or was it this beast? It didnt matter, the lustful pull of this incoherent whisper was enough to draw you in. Walking, no, with a strong pace of a dizzy limp, you rushed toward whoever this was. It just felt right.
The forest no longer felt like a maze, rather, a clear magnetic force. You stopped in your tracks when you felt like it was right, when it felt like you were right. Locking into the vision in front of you, you held your hand more secure and looked around, where was this silhouette you saw? Just then, you heard what pulled you here, what was really behind your sudden mission.Â
âDid the wilderness⊠bring you here too?â
That voice, that cracky, but strong, smooth voice..
âŠ
âWhat do you mean I have a crush on her??â You shouted at Shauna, giggling as she shushed you for being so careless. Your cleats hit the ground echoing along either the remains of your voice, ringing throughout every locker room locker.
âOkay well, itâs not like, friend level, like thatâs totally not normal.â Shauna snorted at you, teasing you. Rolling her eyes before turning to you fully. âLikeâ I get the wanting to be friends with her, like a squish or something right? But the way you talk about her, oh my god, youâve sooo got a crush.â Her hands motioned along with her words.
âI mean. Shauna youâre the only one who knows Iâm.. not exactly straight.âÂ
âSo? No one else knows, but I feel like.. I donât know. Like I donât think anyone would make fun of you for it, maybe like.. Nat as a joke, Mari because sheâs⊠Mari⊠but thatâs it, I never did when you told me.â Shauna beamed. âBut maybe thatâs just because we are friends.âÂ
âHow the fuck do I tell Lottie Matthews that though, sheâs going to catch on too fast, like okay she doesnât know that she makes it impossible to focus when she clears the ball to me up the sideline, because Iâm too busy staring at well⊠her, and then the stupid dream we got like stranded on an island together.. and ALL the other stuff.â You finished your statement with a giggle. âI just donât know. Maybe one day Iâll own up to it, but not anytime soon.âÂ
Shauna sighed at you. âOkay, but you should always take chances..â She reciprocated the laugh with a giggle, taking your hands in hers and rocking in laughter, just as normal teenage girls would do.
âŠ
âLottie..â You mumbled, as she got closer to you, allowing you to see every scar and marking her face had to offer, and god did her face offer jewels upon jewels.
ââŠWhats this?â Lottie gently lifted your hand, as you winced in response, seeming as you finally snapped back into reality. Her hands pulled back a bit before peeling the dyed cloth off of your scar.Â
âAh, thatâsâ I just got hurt while helping Shauna, itâs not a big deal, honest.â Holy shit, and now youâre LYING to her, as she decides to offer touch comfort to your shameful hand injury.
âThere is no need to lie, this is definitely self inflicted, too perfect of a cut.â Lottie held your hand up a little higher, so she could see it better, the height difference between you two was palpable, and it made you swallow as she touched you. Soft, careful, thoughtful. Everything. Why did sheâ no why do you have to be so nervous..? Her dark lightly curled hair pushed back, her eyes gazing over you before letting go and stepping back, those sharp eyes looking you up and down.
âSomething brought us two here, so, letâs talk.â Lottie whispered, signaling for you to find a place on the ground to sit, allowing you to rest first, including picking the spot, and yet she still held your bloody palm, almost guarding it from the ground. Your stomach flipped, but this time, from butterflies, if only you didnât mess up your hand, maybe, just maybe, she would hold it. Maybe you could be bold and wrap your fingers around hers, but no, right now, your mind has control over you like a parasite. You arenât thinking coherently. Lottie plopped down next to you, your hand still in her care
âMmkay,â you mumble as you sit, enjoying the fact you get to sit. âI just.â You take the order of starting the conversation. âI feel like this.. this has made me worse, I donât know, I donât⊠I donât want it to be this way, ever since I woke up its like Iâve been awake because I have to be. Not because I want to, I didnât even feel me do this. I didnât FEEL it Lot.â You hiss, energy kicking back in, pointing to your cut. âI didnât WANT to do this, itâs like something was.. puppeteering me. Something wants me to harm myself. I hate this dizzy feeling. I hate, hate, hate it. God why is this happening to me? To us? I HATE this constant feeling of wanting to throw up, sometimes not even at something in front of me, but of the thought I might.. I MIGHT actually die out here. I wont get to tell the people the things I want to tell them, live with them, live my life, pursue MY life, and watch those close to me pursue theirs. I wont watch my children grow old, I wont see my mother, my father, my family.. I wont get to see them live, and I just have to be SATISFIED with that Charlotte.â You took a deep breath, and as you began to rumble more, a swift movement caught you off guard.Â
Lottie grabbed you by the shoulders and drew you into a hug, not a side hug like theyâd do as a âgood game,â line at the end of a soccer game, a full, wrapped hug, the pressure was there, everything, every element of the hug. You felt your eyes widen as all you could do was cry. Not many tears filled your eyes, but the stinging and punishment was there. You turned into her chest, your hand sunk into her wool jacket, staining it with your awful impure red. You bled into her body in more ways than one, tears and blood sunk into her, as she was silent. You didnât know how badly you needed the warmth and radiance of someone else. You needed the feeling of support, of love, if you could even call it that. As quick as she pulled you in, she let you go, but this time, she laid you in her lap, head on her thighs. Lottie placed a hand on your head. Shushing you kindly, mumbling affirmations of reassurance to calm you down, but at this point, you were too worked up to even do anything. You hurt. So bad. But there was another part of you that made you realize, you were laying in Lottie Matthews lap. The one you crushed on. The one that made you feel butterflies for the first time at practice, the one that made you miss the chance to score. The one that made you feel unearthly.Â
âYou know, Iâm sure most of us feel that way. So many factors the forest has put us up against. We have lost so many, and yet, we have gained so much too.â She cooed, brushing her fingernails through your hair, spacing out as she did, looking at your face, and you could feel her gaze, but there was no comment needed. âIf anything, we have learned to take chances. Any we get, thatâs what the wilderness wants us to do.â Her voice rose a bit, almost as if she was inspired.
Take chances.
Take chances.
Take chances?
You looked ahead into the bushes, the brush, and the distance ahead, you thought about way laid beyond. But Lotties words rung in your head as if it was a catchy song like the ones she used to play on tapes in the locker room. âTake chances..â you mumbled. Once again, those cicadas spoke up, their loud wails yelling in your ears. The wind whispering, adding comments to their vocals. As you sat up, and looked directly at Lottie, she didnât move, didnât say anything, simply, she smiled. That small smile, the one where her eyes squish and speak words, like the cicadas, without understanding their non-spoken words, you understood thousands. You thought about Shauna, and all of her advice, you thought about those practices you spent looking at Lottie, and all the time you spent thinking about her, doubling it, and storing it in the back of your mind thinking it was shameful.
âLottie.â You whispered, sighing, tearing up in the slightest.
âYes?â She whispered back.
ââŠLottie Iâââ You choked on your own words, hesitating. You moved your bloody palm up to her face, sitting fully on your knees now. Shameful. Shameful you thought. Words attempting to run out of your mouth like a river, and stopping like it was blocked by a dam, and yet every dam must break eventually. Every factor was against you right now, your own body even played tricks on you. Every organ, every nerve. Lotties facial expression didnât change, she didnât move either, the only thing that did move, were her deeply toned eyes, directly into yours. Blinking off-beat with your own. Un-synced. Even so, there was something so special about that. However, you pulled your hand away, your flight mode got the better of you, why was it so hard? Itâs just you two, and after a-
âDonâtâŠâ
Silence. Both of you silenced. Your thoughts interrupted by her reaction. She slowly placed your hand back onto her cheek, drawing a slight smile on her face. Your own face confused before Lottie drew in closer.Â
âIve known since day one.â Lottie smiled, drawing her warm body closer to yours. âIve seen the way youâve looked at me, the way you get distracted, all of it.â Lottie smiled, pressing your hand into her face. You could feel every muscle in her face move, all for you. Sheâs gorgeous. Absolutely ethereal.Â
âBut why now..?â You speak as if you werenât hiding this from her for years, you look at her mouth, dumbfounded by your own idiotic question.
âI have been waiting for you.â Her eyes shut as you both close the gap.
Nothing, silence, itâs just you and Lottie. Connected, together. Her lips are soft, fairly chapped, but you can still feel the layer underneath. You feel her hand move to your hip, pulling you even closer. Feeling every fiber holding this girl together shiver. Even you yourself are still in shock, but god are you enjoying this. Itâs like she was able to finally silence your brain, for once you feel.. ânormal,â more than normal even, youâre with Lottie Matthews. One of the Yellowjackets defenders, sitting here with you, and sheâs being intimate.Â
You pull away for air, your lips leave, but there is still longing for more, and she displays that by pulling you even closer, moving her hand off of your bloodied one, and into your hair, softly kissing, minutes pass, as you share her hands exploring you, as your uncut one holds her by the hip. Eventually, you both tire yourself out, separating lips with a strand of saliva, Lottie smiling as it drips, clearing off of her now unchapped lips.Â
âSo, how do you feel now?â Lottie says breathy.
You lean into her chest and close your eyes, taking a deep breath.
âBetter than ever.â You chuckled looking at your palm with a few wet spots, most of it dried by now, looking up to her neck, planting a kiss under her chin, allowing her to breathe a giggle.
âGood, I knew the wilderness brought us here for a reason, my love.â
đ±.â
#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x you#One shot#drabble#x reader
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can ppl in this fandom like... stop... implying that transmasculinity in hcs or (especially) canon is shallow or misogynistic or even transmisogynistic on princible, like literally just by being prescent in someones mind or in the text. like that doesnt fuckin feel good. thats kind of really nasty to imply. if its not okay to say about other trans experiences, maybe dont say it about this one either. why is there a weird little exception here. yall KNOW how much that sucks to hear all day every day. what the fuck
#my t#idk how to tell the hs fandom that every piece of trans coding in roxy in hs1 can be read as transmasc too. like transfem and transmasc#at the same time from the EXACT same reasons. its almost like we all share experiences just by way of being trans. weird i know#its almost like being trans rlly truly highlights what it is to be human and how we are all in fact at the end of the day human together#i just want everyone to stop trying to 'poke holes' in other fans trans hcs FULL STOP across the board no matter who they are#or what the hc is. its needlessly hurtful and more often than not trips into real peoples dysphoria which then#makes the target more likely to lash out. so the person poking them abt it can do a ''SEE? THEYRE ALL MEAN ONE OF THEM#WAS MEAN TO ME JUST NOW'' routine. its so obviously a 'im not touching u!!!' playground maneuver like holy fuck grow up#if you wanna fight for transfem/me folks right to just exist random fans personal headcanons is not the fuckin time or place#the XY in roxys name could be read as her having been DMAB or it could be hussie having a long running giggle about him preordering#his own transmasculinity. roxys colour being pink could be bc shes a girl or it could be compcis!!!#roxys desperation for a bf is from loneliness in canon but its often read as her feeling like she needs one to be a real girl#it can ALSO be read as another aspect of him struggling with compcis and comphet esp w/ his fantasies abt being 'a mother'#yknow what i never fuckin see that rlly highlights the fact that this is just a shitty 'girls rule boys drool' thing? theres like. no#discussions on the potential of roxy being any kinda intersex. absolutely none. he could be mtftm for all you fuckin know#but oh yknow being mtftm is A Shallow Read so we cant have that. hs is only for girls didnt you know we need to terf- i mean turf#out every single instance of queer mascness bc its Evil in the text didnt you know#god help the fandoms word of god token trans boy dirk strider for 'choosing' his eternal misery while everyone else is enlightened#by way of transforming into a girl. bc we must place girlhood on an inhuman pedistal of perfection and niceness and joy and rainbows#like what IS this mahou shojo brand gender essentialism???? im fuckin sick of it#can we remember that girlhood isnt & wasnt safe or joyful for everyone & that that can translate into how we curate our fandom experiences
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where iâm at on that buster bros dt summary btw lol *is dying*
#this is vee speaking#đđâšâTRANSLATION IS HARD LMAO âšđđ#i intended to do just a summary and started as such#but then work overwhelmed me and it was hard to jump back to it after the mtc track release#lmao but the posse track got a tl and someone i follow is gearing up to tl the mtc track (likely bc posse got one lol)#and she said better to have a crappy tl than none at all and i might agree with her a little bit lol so iâm *wheeze* trying#if anyone was already doing it or beats me to it iâll gladly stop lol#if iâm not wording something ik can be better i immediately want to die lmao so i would be saved from my own mediocrity#but if not uhhhhhh hopefully itâll be done before mtr drops lol i think thatâs all i can ask for with my unpredictable work schedule đ„Ž
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hi there, i was browsing artfight to see what sorts of cool ocs other people have and came across your troll oc sranje, and i thought i'd just ask if you're aware of the meaning of that word in several south slavic languages? (if not, um, it means shit/bullshit) at first i thought it might be a misspelling/old name of sarnen, but you've got her listed on there as well? anyway, thought i'd just let you know
Hello! I am aware, the name is intentional- The guy who named her wasnât very nice, funky story stuff going on. Although she does have an alias she goes under as well. Thinking about it, I dont know if its appropriate to have profanity in artfight character stuff? Especially as a name? I forget, Iâll probably have to check into that and if it is/does become a problem I will change the name to her other name.
#ok maybe my over enthusiasm for troll names is a little problematic but-#i was using google translate i dont remember if i thought up the name on my own or intentionally cross referenced words in other languages#i love sranje#I just hope it brings humor yknow? like to anyone that doesnât know its a name#but for those that do know they get to go â!!!!â#i found out bullshit was a valid troll name and i had to#I have a different character named Bazroe which. means bitch in another language#and. i even have a troll named Fuckin#my brain is easily amused but none the less serious and perhaps a tad rebellious in naming things#I love naming characters names that are actually words in other languages its just fun#i have a seadweller whose name translated is fishing#well actually only phonetically
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BACK TO US - BONUS. PLAYLIST BREAKDOWN
âmasterlistâ
for those that connect to music as deeply as i do, i thought it would be a good idea to make this post! diving deeper into my picks for the back to us playlist, all of the tracks are extremely intentional and you might not have even noticed their presence since i tried to weave them in naturally!
**below cut i give details about each track, spoilers included so i recommend reading once you've finished the series. long post (1.5k) since i included reasons + lyrics under the cut!**
first section: reuniting
⧠keeping tabs by niki: i can 100% see joshua listening to niki's music! her voice would match his really well imo and i could see him trying to harmonize with her voice as he was cleaning or smthn! while reader's emotions towards joshua aren't as strong as this song, it definitely has the same vibe!
you left without saying goodbye ---- i wish i never met you. you are the worst thing that i'm still keeping tabs on for some stupid reason. you were just being nice. now i fully believe you're out there somewhere also keeping tabs on how i might be feeling.
⧠sugarcoat (natty solo) by kiss of life: again this is veryyyyy joshua coded! when he recommended emotional oranges on summer vacation with vernon, i knew i had to add this track. the pop/rnb vibe is perfect. the lyric i included imo sums up how joshua came to his conclusions way too quick.
the image of me that you judged arbitrarily cannot be all
⧠haunt me by rini: this really describes the longing that they both felt for each other after joshua cut contact with reader.
thought i heard your voice, my favorite sound. was is somethin' there? ---- 'cause you haunt me, daily, nightly. get no peace of mind.
⧠still by jeff bernat: an artist that joshua has mentioned several times before! he's actually the person that got me into bernat's discography when i used to be a joshua/hoshi stan lol. another longing song (shocking to no one). goes over joshua's thoughts about getting past reader abandoning him :(
it's been a long time since we last spoke. i still wonder what youâre up to, after all that shit we've been through. ---- and there's probably people telling you that iâm doing fine, just taking my time. although it appears that iâm strong, it still hurts.
⧠not my job by flo: actually used lyrics of this song in 01. gentleman hong hahahaha. when reader asks joshua to tell the campers to knock it off with all the shipping, joshua says:
it's not my job to make you feel comfortable.
⧠summertime by flo: kinda inspired an interaction btwn reader and hoshi in 02. camper spirit when reader is like "i'm not going to let someone who deserted me ruin my summer."
second section: what are we?
⧠lemondrops by telana: the song that is behind it all!!!!!!!!!! i had no idea i was going to turn this into a series. it was originally going to be domestic fluff of reader giving joshua lemondrops so he could sing. but i mean hey, i gave credit where credits due, naming 06. popsicles and lemon drops after this song! just a very comforting song, one that definitely shows the dynamic between reader and joshua when they were close. the closeness that both of them miss.
⧠like i feel (feat. mereba) by xaiver omÀr: this song is LITERALLY about friends-to-lovers, i would be a fool to exclude it! kept this track on repeat while writing 11. taking inventory. joshua says to reader:
so, let me know if you feel how i feel. ---- also reader confesses with: i swear, i tried letting go of the feelings i had for you which is inspired by the song's lyrics of: swear i tried lettin' go ---- but i mean everything about this song is so good, esp this line: i feel a family of butterflies all in my gut, oh, and they're fluttering
⧠m.h. by yeek: just added this song for my own pleasure tbh, but one of the main repeating lines is definitely joshua's feelings towards reader when he starts hanging out with them more (around part 06/07)
i miss you when i see you no...(they) hit me with i love you.
⧠gotta get back (feat. pink sweat$) by p1harmony: another track i could see joshua singing along to
i know i'm not perfect, and i've hurt your heart before. so, i don't wanna make a promise i can't give. ---- never had someone make me feel all these ways before and now it seems that i can't get you out my mind. you got me hanging on to every word you say.
⧠all our time (feat. jae stephens) by xavier omÀr: summer breeeeze. perfect summertime song, could definitely see chan dancing to this for a dino danceology. and it would stick in reader's head after leaving pledis studios. would be the summer anthem for hoshi and reader.
⧠simple life by lexy panterra: nothing much lyrically, just a summertime vibes track.
⧠mornings (see you again) by alextbh: for the he/him readers! alextbh writes so many songs w a guy lover in mind, so i highly recommend checking his discography out.
been outta focus lately. all these images, playing in my head. i can't help it
⧠mess around by starchild & the new romantic: unable to think of a good description for this song so đ
i know i shouldn't mess around, i shouldn't even hardly doubt you. i know i shouldn't fuss & fight, i shouldn't hardly run around you. all of these thoughts in my head...
⧠good life by otis kane x clay: this song is so smooth and incredibly joshua coded. kinda reminds me of niki's songs as well, vibe wise.
all the games aside then, i want you in my space. and now that you're in my world i'll never be the same.
⧠the chase by alextbh: no lyrics for this one, very sad if you listen to them but the vibe of the song regarding the instrumental and such fit the series!
⧠bamboo by ivy sole: another song in there for vibes, very much a summertime song!
⧠back to us (feat. julissa leilani) by jeremy passion: filo-american singer! idk if he's ever recommended his music, but i mean listen to it and it's just the embodiment of joshua's vibe into a song. obviously this song holds a lot of meaning for the series, it is literally the title! the song is more about a couple falling out of love, but this is based on vibessssssss! (it's a groovy little song, what can i say?)
⧠je t'adore (feat. ty senoj) by sylo: another song in the playlist for vibes. but again, very joshua coded imo! groovy pop is right up his alleyyyyy
third section: this is not a drill
⧠trust by thuy & rini: oh? rini makes a comeback? definitely a good song for explaining how reader and joshua slowly open up to each other, their need to build trust first.
baby, let your guard down. world's loud, we could shut it out. you can put ya trust in me if you choose. ---- how do i make you realize i'ma stick around if it's with you, you, you.
⧠ride with me by pink sweat$: a song joshua recommended in his 'beach drive' playlist on spotify! beach drive, perfect way to describe it. and when you think beach, you think summer, right? summer...summer camp? aha...
⧠blur by dhruv: joshua's double take cover remains iconic! and i really love dhruv's voice so i knew i wanted to add a song of his for sure! joshua's tweet in 08. another serious camper takes the first lyrics of the song:
the room tonight became a blur and all i could see was them you dancing.
⧠misfits' sunday by jooyoung: jooyoung's voice is perfect for a love story, i mean it fits all the moods. he usually does smooth rnb and although this is a newer sound he's been experimenting with, i thought the lyrics fit the series nicely!
we were young and naive nothing to worry. all the memories, fading with graphite scribbles. we grew too fast, a blink, slow talks.
⧠ore ore by sole: another track that i can't figure out how to describe...
love isnât too far from us, love can handle everything.
⧠lucky by jason mraz & colbie caillat: tfw reader walks past joshua rehearsing with this song... (ahem, 10. what's your eta, anyone?)
lucky i'm in love with my best friend.
⧠angel 2 me (feat. jeff bernat) by mckay: jeff bernat feature, you know joshua would love this song and cover itttttt!
⧠ikaw lang by nobita: it's pretty established joshua loves filo artists, this would be a track he would play all the time. the title translates to only you.
oh, what a beautiful sight it is to look into your eyes. the way they sparkle, i cannot fathom. the way you look back at me, how brilliant they shine. heaven must be on earth. stars actually fall from the sky.
⧠7pm (apple music home session) by joshua: joshua lulling reader to sleep with his guitar??? đ«
at seven in my house, we'll sing both our lungs out and dance to the moonlight 'cause everything feels right.
⧠whether or not by gabe bondoc: the inclusion of gabe bondoc should be no surprise to a longtime carat! joshua loves his filo artists and i still remember this predebut vid of him singing some gabe bondoc!
i've dreamed a thousand dreams and still nothing compares to the feeling that you give me while you're standing here. i don't care if its fair.
#kmgkmgoriginal#not really adding extra tags to this since it's just for my own satisfaction but AHHHHHHHHHH!!!#long postttt and not including in the official word count for the fic since it's just a lil bonus for those that are curious!#posting this today epilogue tmrwwwww#was unsure if i should tag the taglist for this since it's not rly the fic! so i didn't because it isssss a super long post#none of the lyric translations are mine besides yeek's!
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#I swear I've written like 5k+ words this week#I've just also been making their house layouts because my brain is rubbish at picturing and remembering directions#maybe I'll post what I've come up with when I'm done#maybe I won't#I don't want to take away the fun of imagining your own interpretation of the layout for each of them#so I guess my own interpretation is optional#one thing is for sure though#NONE of these floorplans are anything like how I was picturing them in my head#NONE of the designs I was imagining as I was writing actually translated into real workable floorplans#hence why I've done this
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a reflection on MatPat's plagiarism
Hello, my name is Della, or micer2012, and 2 years ago Game Theory plagiarized three Tumblr posts of mine, making a video that now holds almost 6 million views.
My posts explaining his plagiarism made their rounds on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter, but despite the Hermits and Pooka commenting on it (generally in support of me or saying they donât know enough details about the situation to say either way), MatPat and his team have never owned up to anything, and no mention of my name is present on the video. The one Reddit post they made denying it (which was made before my detailed takedown, which they have never responded to (though the mods on the r/GameTheorists Reddit were kind and made sure it stayed up)) didnât even mention me by name, just referring to me as âa tumblr userâ. (Though one of the screenshotted comments in the body of the post does say my name)
This experience was baffling, but itâs overall had a positive impact on my life. r/Hermitcraft gave me a Golden Apple Award (post of the year, 2021). My inbox was filled with excited fans, wanting to ask me questions or pose their own theories, far more than the hate I got. (Though the hate I got from Game Theory fans was VERY funny. I wondered why none of them gave me shit about saying âMatPat misgendered Evil Xisumaâ before realizing none of them read that far into the post.)
And getting on a more personal, and much more important note, I met most of my current online friends through this, including my partner. It helped me grow closer with my irl friends as well and gave me an entertaining story that I tell whenever I have the chance. It was one of the first things in my life that really made me feel like my talents, my autistic hyperfocusing and analyzing of things I love, could be valuable. Useful. Exploitable. It blew my mind that MatPat thought an autistic kidâs ramblings about a Minecraft Youtube joke character were good enough to steal. To put an audible sponsorship on. To get 6 million views off of.
And thatâs why Iâm writing this post, this update years later. As you mightâve been able to guess, Hbomberguyâs Youtube video on plagiarism reopened this wound. It was really hard for me to sit through, it took days of pausing and taking breaks, because I had experienced everything he was talking about firsthand.Â
In my 10 page long takedown post, I wrote about how his rewording of my sentences made him say things that were incorrect, just like Filip did. The content farm production style that made big companies like Cinemassacre take one creator (AVGN/MatPat) and turn him and his content into a brand, a voice that reads out scripts by other people with other opinions/theories, is a history shared with Game Theory. What really hit me was Harris talking about how big creators only do this to people they think they can get away with doing it to. How they view their victims as lesser, as not deserving of their words, repackaging them as their own to give to an audience that can gain from hearing them, but deserves better than to have to listen to the original victim.
Thatâs the thing, I 100% think a video version of my theory to expose to a bigger community than âEvil Xisuma Fans on Tumblrâ is a great idea!! Near the end of the video Harris talks about how video adaptations of things could be a great market, even an accessibility tool, and I completely feel that about my posts. I wrote them quickly assuming the reader was someone well versed on Evil Xisuma lore, after not even watching most of the CarnEvil series, and the diagrams I made to explain them are even less comprehensible. Harris makes a joke that I completely agree with,Â
âIâm sure some of my videos would do very well if someone translated them into English.â
I donât think I wouldâve ever made my posts if I didnât have autism, and a special fixation on Evil Xisuma and Hermitcraft. I made them because I felt the character was being done an injustice, and because I wanted to share with other superfans this theory that might explain it away. I do think that MatPat plagiarizing me was ableist. I used to wonder a lot if this wouldâve happened if my posts were articulated better, if they had been peer reviewed, if the posts themselves had been spread to a wider audience before MatPat made his video. At one point when the discourse was fresh (before I had the time to write out my 10 page rebuttal), a bigger YouTuber (100k subs at the time) messaged me and started talking on Discord, interested in possibly making a video on the discourse, but I think my style of typing and general enthusiasm drove him away. You can tell by a single look at my blog (or my original 3 posts!) that I donât usually type like this. This post youâre reading now has been peer reviewed and edited, and took me hours to format correctly. That video couldâve been huge, the entire outcome of this MatPat situation would probably be much different.
I also used to stress a lot about âbeing the one who ruined Evil Xisumaâs storyâ. If you didnât know, to me S8 Evil Xisumaâs story got wrapped up pretty quickly and unsatisfying (in my personal autistic opinion). (though this mightâve been due to s8 being experimental and ending early with moon big) There was no real culmination of the plot points and arcs going on, and I donât want to blame myself, but when Xisuma said on stream (when the MatPat thing was first going on) that he didnât want to focus on the discourse or draw more attention to it, it makes a lot of sense to me that he just wanted to wrap it all up as quickly as possible. For a while I beat myself up about it, of ruining the story of this character I love, but itâs not my fault. If anyoneâs, itâs MatPats, but I donât think itâs useful to just blame someone else. Thatâs how the story ended up going, and thatâs fine. This is Evil Xisuma weâre talking about, their inconsistent lore is what made them such an interesting character. And notably, Pooka made an animation with an awesome culmination of Jeff, the Dreamer, Evil Xisuma, and his own sonaâs story, and it makes me so happy to watch. Whatever Pooka does is of course his own choice, but Iâm glad he got to give this personal story his own ending (if it is an ending, and not just the start of a new chapter!).Â
Typing this all out and getting it off my chest has made me feel a lot better. For a while I wanted to make my OWN video essay about Evil Xisumaâs lore and CarnEvilâs lore, actually going episode by episode to explain it instead of just assuming you knew as much about Evil Xisuma as I did. That idea is still not off the table, but MCYT isnât something Iâm that into right now. Maybe if something else comes out about Evil Xisuma Iâll get back on it, but for now Iâm fine with letting that go. But I want to make other videos, share other theories and analysis⊠if I have the freetime Iâd love to make YouTube videos, and if I donât have the time Iâll continue posting to my tumblr and infodumping to my friends. Apparently my infodumping is valuable enough âcontentâ to steal! Writing this out has made me feel a lot better though, Iâm really glad I got it out.
If anyone ever wants to talk to me about the things Iâm obsessed with, or reach out to me as a source in a bigger discussion about Game Theory or other channels, my inbox is more than welcome :] Thank you for reading!Â
Sincerely, a tumblr user.
#exiavojtmmc#hermitcraft#matpat#gt#game theory#hc#mcyt#evil xisuma#hbomberguy#plagiarism#james somerton#jeff the minion#mine#micer2012#hcs9
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Kinktober Day 5: Knotting
Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom
Summary: Both you and Eddie still learning things about Venom even in the bedroom.
Warnings: Smut, Rough, Little bit of Eddie, Tongue, Licking, Pain, Knotting
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Minors do not interact!
Head buried back into a pillow, feeling Eddie's hand continuously glide and grip your body, sweat mixing against pressed skin. Cock buried deep within your walls, unlocking an overflow of moans that echoed in your shared apartment.
Feeling as Eddie's hips grew sloppy, alerting you to the end of the heated night, only to watch as Venom took over. Engulfing your lover, trading Eddie's cock for his own.
Flooded with Venom's cock, sparking every nerve that lined your walls, the euphoric feeling causing your chest to rise and moans to grow in volume.
"Venom, p-please, I can't." You stutter for mercy, but he gives you none. Hearing as the bed thrusts against the wall matching his, both you and the bed threaten to break under Venom's feral hunger. Turned on by his labored breaths, hazily temped to push him back just to suck the alien off.
Having no chances on that plan, feeling as his grip grew stronger, groans growing louder, and hips and thighs pounding into yours, buckling as they do. Keeping a grip of your own on Venom, together building up your climaxes.
Taking no longer as Venom sped up, cracking the wooden headboard and bruising the back of your tights. All the chaos ends with both of you cumming loudly, the bliss overloading your bodies. Venom lending forward in shock at the first ever feeling of cumming, saliva dripping from his mouth onto your twitching body.
Coming down from the heavenly moment as your body sharply trades it for pain, hearing Venom's groans loudly, painfully putting the pieces together, it all being his doing.
Crying out for Venom, but only hearing his reverberated breathing as his tongue touches down, hot and wet, licking your neck with teeth grazing along, adding to the pool of pain. Hurting to move, you stayed still full of Venom's cum, hoping he wouldn't move either while stuck in you. Knotted together.
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Napping With Stray Kids
Summary: Just my thoughts on napping with Skz!
Pairing: OT8 idol Stray Kids x reader
Word Count: 881
Genre: fluff, suggestive
Warnings: none (shocking for me lol)
Notes: This was fun to write and had to put something together real quick before life gets busy again! I'm happy this came up in our convos @jeonginsleftcheek! I hope you guys like it!
Likes, reblogs, and comments welcomed as always :)
Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
Bangchan We all know Bangchan has insomnia and doesnât sleep well or much at all but heâs more than happy to at least try to nap with you if you suggest it. Heâll hold off on his never ending to do list, because heâll do anything for his baby girl. You snuggle into his arms, as he pulls the blankets up and around you to keep you warm. His fingers lightly drag up and down your spine, soothing you. Heâll even sing you a song to help you fall asleep if you want. Tucking your head into his chest, your breathing starts to slow as you fall asleep. Chan tries, he really does, to fall asleep and nap with you but heâs perfectly content watching you sleep in his arms.
Lee Know Iâm convinced that if you try to nap with Minho, sleep wonât come right away. Heâll try and tickle you knowing how ticklish you are, giggling as you squirm and grab a pillow to throw it at him. Heâll tackle you and press kisses all over your face while you laugh and tell him to stop (even though you donât want him to, not really). After retrieving the pillows off the floor, youâll both settle in, Minho wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his head into your neck. If youâre lucky the kids will come nap with you guys too, Soonie napping by both of your heads, Doongie at your feet, and Dori snuggling into your side.
Changbin Changbin would be one to be watching videos on his phone like tik tok or YouTube and would giggle every two seconds at something funny. Every time you close your eyes to nap, his giggle would fill the room causing you to open your eyes and laugh back with him. You canât help it, heâs just so darn cute! Eventually you do fall asleep, your head resting on your chest. Binnie notices youâre asleep (which is a miracle honestly because the man canât multitask to save his life) and tries his best not to make a sound, you just look so peaceful and he wants to make sure his baby gets plenty of rest.
Hyunjin I believe that napping with Hyunjin would be the most poetic? Like youâre all curled up in his bed, blanket wrapped around you, your hair fanned out on his pillow. Heâs sitting at his desk painting, cause when is he not. But you donât mind. You watch him for a while, the way his hands move around the paper, the little face he makes when the color doesnât come out the way he wants. You eventually drift off to sleep. Hyunjin notices, and smiles, happy youâre here with him. Little do you know, youâre sleeping form is the subject of his painting, as he thinks you look like an angel.
Han Han is the certified nap man, this is no secret. He is always down for a nap, add you in the equation and heâs the happiest man on earth. Heâll pull you into his arms, pressing sweet kisses and nuzzling his head into your neck. It doesnât take long for you both to fall asleep. Youâre just so cute together. And bonus points for the members if you guys fall asleep at the studio. Theyâre ohhhing and awwing at you two love birds, fast asleep together.
Felix On his off days, heâs at his computer, playing Genshin. Itâs really the only time he has to play. But the moment you come over, he logs off and he goes to snuggle with you. You love looking at Felixâs face, tracing his freckles while he looks deep into your eyes. Youâre both just so in love with each other. Your eyes slowly close, perfectly content in his arms. Felix would lean down to press a kiss on your nose, before closing his own eyes. He finds he sleeps best when youâre by his side.
Seungmin Now Seungmin could go both ways when it comes to napping with you. He could be a total menace by poking your face and tickling you. Making fun of your protests (lovingly of course) and not letting you sleep. Or he could be the exact opposite, a sweet puppy, pulling you close and softy singing you a song to help lull you to sleep. Either way he will end of falling asleep with you, mind blown at how he could have ended up with such a sweet person as you.
I.N. Now Jeongin is a middle child and hates skinship, this we all know. But Iâm convinced if heâs going to snuggle and fall asleep with someone itâs you, the love of his life. Itâs different when you touch him, he craves your touch more than he thought possible. He makes sure youâre all tucked in, nice and warm, but not so much so that he canât feel you anymore. Youâll laugh at his actions, telling him youâre fine as long as heâs there. He doesnât listen, he wants to make sure you have a nice rest and being warm and comfortable is part of that. To top it all off, heâll drape your legs over his, and wrap his arms around you as you both drift off to sleep.
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gojo making fun of your other fwb
( smut, a little smthn while i work on my nanami fic <3 ) .
"just put it in, for fucks sake."
gojo chuckles, running his mushroom-shaped tip up and down your folds. every time he reaches your hole, he pushes his cock in just enough to breach your entrance, before pulling out and continuing his ministrations. like a fucking idiot.
"aw, yâwant my dick that bad? 'need me to fill you up?" what about matsukawa?"
your expression sours, sending him an annoyed look. this was by far the first time heâs brought up his displeasure for your other friend, especially in bed.
âare you trying to make me dry?" you bark, trying to close your legs - which he immediately stops with a large hand. "if you wanna fuck, stop talking about him and hurry."
gojo rolls his eyes, despising the way you're practically defending the fucker. sure, he's just a friend too - but you were clearly his; you've always been addicted his lips against yours, his hands on your body, his cock against your cervix. now this other shithead thinks he can come and take that away?
he doesn't know how to handle it besides-
"is this how he fucks you?" suddenly, he forces only an inch or two inside you, barely thrusting in and out with a mischievous smile. a hum leaves his lips as your insides squeeze him firmly, but he's stubborn enough to hold back the urge to fill you up properly. "probably canât reach anything, i bet even my fingers are bigger."
the audacity and immaturity of the man in front of you has you baffled. here you are, ready to be fucked into the mattress by him - and all he can do is joke about some other guy's dick length? you desperately want to scold him, tell him to fuck off - but as expected - the feeling of his fat cock not reaching where you need has your mind going blank in desperation.
"please.. just fuck me, toru."
he smirks, and without giving you any time to adjust, he's mercilessly slamming in the rest of his length so the tip presses right up against your womb. his balls smack against you from below, and you shiver at the feeling of his white pubic hair grazing your pelvis. "so i'm right? hah, what a fuckin' loser. 'course he has a small dick."
you're too busy catching your breath to hear him, and gojo smoothly takes that opportunity to throw your legs over his shoulders and press them against your chest, ensuring his cock hits your g-spot at the perfect angle. just how you like it.
the white-haired bastard can't help but smile, licking his lips at your rolled back eyes and the harmonious ah, ah, ah's that escape your throat with each brutal slam of his hips. "becoming my brainless cocksleeve as usual, so damn cute. only i can rearrange these guts, right?" he demands, bending you even further while getting right in your face.
"say it. say who owns this sloppy," thrust, "fucking," thrust, "pussy," thrust.
âyou, only you!â the words tumble out of you before you can stop them.
âwho?â he grinds right against your cervix, nearly pressing the tip of his nose against yours.
âsa- satoru!â
he rewards you by lowering a thumb to play with your clit, cerulean eyes staring into your very soul. âdamn right. scream it louder.â
suddenly, a quiet ding! comes from your bedside table. gojo glances down to your blissed-out face, cautiously peering over to see a message from none other than the man of of the hour.
matsu: wyd? can i come over?
gojo smiles. typing in a response with one hand while the other keeps your thigh firmly against your chest.
you: yea, be quick daddy ;)
you would definitely kill him after this.
( reblogs & comments r appreciated if u enjoy! had this idea at 2am sorry if itâs bad <\3)
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summary - y/n jane porter (you) decides to prove men wrong by searching for the lost man, and you happen upon him after insulting a bunch of baboons, only to realise that you will never leave again.
warning - smut, dubcon, chase, marking, insulting animals, swearing, oral sex, creampie, kidnapping/held hostage?
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
You huffed as you stalked the forest, searching for a man who had been lost to the world. Explorers have searched high and low for him but have yet to succeed. You were determined to be different, to prove to them that you could find the lost man. Secretly though, you knew he would be feral, not even knowing what a woman was and the pleasure you could bring him. You hiked up your light yellow dress, white-gloved hands scrunching the material between your fists. You spin when you hear a sound, looking up into the trees, and your eyes widen when you notice the many baboons staring down at you.Â
âOh, hello.â You look closer, squinting your eyes and scrunching your nose. âYouâre quite ugly creatures, arenât you?â You stumble back when they begin to screech, looking ready to attack, and you put your hands up. âI didnât mean to offend. Itâs justâŠâ Your words are lost to them, and you start running as some of them jump from the trees and chase you, the others swinging through the branches. You pick up your pace, dodging trees and rocks, trying your best not to trip or get caught. You feel your breath shorten, and your lungs burn. A scream escapes you as your foot gets caught on a root, but before you can fall, something or someone grabs you, swinging you away from the baboons.Â
You screw your eyes shut, not daring to look at what had grabbed you, feeling it would be better if you didnât see what fate had planned for you. Your brows scrunched as you felt whoever or whatever was placing you down softly, and your eyes widened when you opened them, noticing the man everyone had been searching for. The lost man had saved you from being torn to shreds, and the excitement caused a jolt between your legs. You scanned his physic, noticing how tanned and beautiful he looked. Your eyes landed on his face lastly, eyeing the moustache and imagining what it would feel like in between your thighs, his unbrushed hair all curled and wild, like him.Â
Tangerineâs head tilts, doing the same to you. He was curious, never having seen someone like you before. Heâs seen others that look like him, but none so⊠Beautiful, so soft looking. He licked his lips, scanning you like you were a meal for him to feast on. He glared when you lifted your hand, and you returned it with a soft smile. âItâs okay. Iâm not here to hurt you⊠Iâm Y/n Jane Porter. Do you have a name?â Tangerine grunts, lifting his hand and cautiously placing it against yours, thinking of his words. You squeeze your legs together at his touch, causing his eyes to snap down to the sweet nectar that lies between your thighs.Â
Tangerineâs hand moves from yours and taps his chest. âTangerine.â Your eyes widen as the words fall from his lips, and you offer a soft smile.
âLike the fruit?â Your head tilts, knowing another name that would fit him. Tarzan stays on the tip of your tongue as you watch him.
He grunts again and stops, looking around before roughly grabbing you, causing a gasp to pass your lips. âDanger.â He growls. You are lifted onto the large manâs shoulders again as he begins to swing away just in time as the baboons swing, missing you by inches. Tangerine lands roughly on the ground. After a while of swinging and making sure you were no longer being followed, he lets you get off of him. You fall as your legs feel shaky, and you stumble back. He spins, eyeing you more, gazing at your exposed legs.Â
You clear your throat, brushing the dirt from your dress. âThank you again.â Your chest moves up and down as you breathe heavily. You try and keep your eyes from looking at the bulge hidden behind the tiny cloth. Tangerineâs eyes lock to your heaving chest. You watch as they become black, filling with feral lust. He stalks towards you, backing you into a tree. You feel your cunt pulse, the large man turning you on. âWâwhat are you doing?â You gulp, squeezing your thighs together when he traps you against the wood.
âMe do you.â Tangerine growls. He grabs your hips, dragging you onto the ground and climbing over you. âStay⊠Still.â He grunts, trapping you with his large body and rubbing his bulge against your dripping cunt. Tangerine had never felt something so incredible, and he hadnât even explored that far yet. He sits on his legs, looking down at you with dark eyes filled with lust and hunger, growling as your dress becomes annoying. Tangerine grips the material, shredding it and causing you to squeal and squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself clench around nothing. âAnnoyingâ You donât know why, but this feral man's few words turn you on.Â
You whimper, subconsciously spreading your legs for him, watching his mouth open and close as he glares between your legs, watching your pretty pussy drip. Tangerine growls as he dives in, lapping at your sweet cunt. Your back arches, and you let out a scream that echoes through the many trees. Your hands curl into the ground, legs slamming shut around his head as he continues to feast on your cunt, licking and sucking, wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl and sucking, flicking the sensitive little bud with his tongue. You move your hand into his hair, gripping the untamed locks, pulling him closer. âOâOh! That feels so good!â You exclaim, feeling the band inside you tighten, ready to snap. âKeep going, please!â Your eyes screw shut, and your toes curl, but suddenly everything stops, and you open them again. âWhat are you doing? Why did you stop?â You felt furious, sexually frustrated. This was the most pleasure you had felt in your entire life, and you couldnât let it slip from your fingertips.Â
Tangerine growls and your eyes widen when you watch him grab himself. The tiny cloth has tented massively and keeps nothing hidden. He rips the pathetic material from his body and throws it aside, tilting his head as you make an embarrassingly loud choking sound. You look at him and back to his cock repeatedly, staring with your mouth open. âThatâs not going to fit inside me.â Even as you say those words, your walls clench as you watch his cock twitch.Â
Tangerine grunts, shrugging. He crawls on top of you, forcefully placing your legs onto his shoulder and tapping your gaping hole with his swollen tip. âFit.â You gasp as he begins to push in, his hair covering his face as he puts his head down, never having felt something so good. âGoodâ The grunt he lets out causes you to clench around him and his hips to thrust forward, forcing his way deeper inside you. Your head rolls back into the dirt, closing your eyes as he picks up his pace, releasing the animal buried deep inside of him. Tangerine slams hard and fast into you, his cock so large it feels like heâs in your stomach. If possible, the bulge that forms causes him to become even more feral.
Your hands fly up and grip his arms, digging your nails into him before whimpering when he pulls out and flips you around, pushing your face into the dirt and lifting your hips before plunging back into you, grunting and growling as he fucks you like an animal. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll back, clawing into the ground and clutching onto it, trying to find something to ground yourself too. Tangerine grips your hips, pounding against you, moaning when he feels you grip his cock like a vice, dragging him deeper into you and allowing him to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. âAh! Oh! Fuck⊠Right there!â You whine, fucking and grinding your hips back into him, wanting to feel him more.Â
Tangerine pulls out again, your mind too fuzzy to get angry as he grabs you and pushes you against the tree, wrapping your legs around his waist and reentering your sweet cunt. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, mouth open in a silent scream as he fucks up into you, his lips against your neck, marking you as his. You are so close, feeling your walls pulsate and clench around the feral man, feeling so dirty and full. âIâIâm close!â Tangerine grunts, slamming harder into you, pinning you against the tree, not caring if the bark marks your flesh. Your vision goes white, and your body goes slack in his arms as your orgasm rips through you, squeezing his cock and coating it with your cream.
A growl rips through the large man. Tangerine bites into your shoulder, fucking deeper as he feels his balls tighten. He had only experienced this when heâd touch himself, teasing his cock and balls until he was close to cumming before stopping and repeating. He knew the release would feel amazing, causing him to continue to thrust, his hand moving between your bodies, locating your swollen, sensitive clit and rubbing. Your back arches, causing another orgasm to rip through you, and Tangerine groans, releasing his cum deep inside you, filling you with thick amounts as you squeeze his cock.
Your head slumps against his chest, your chest moving up and down heavily as you try and catch your breath. Your walls pulsate around his still-hard cock, wondering how he could still be ready for more. Tangerine cups the back of your neck, grunting as he makes you look at him. He grins, leaning close as he slowly begins to thrust again. âMine.âÂ
The growl can still be heard as you realise you will never be able to leave again, but maybe that was a good thing.
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Cassandraâs Muse
Summary: Your job is to distract and read all who dare to go against Cassandra. And you take pride in your work
Word count: 2.5 K
Pairing: Deadpool x Reader; Wolverine x Reader; Johnny Storm x Reader; Deadpool x Wolverine x Johnny Storm x Empath Reader
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT Not Betaâd. DEADPOOL X WOLVERINE SPOILERS AHEAD of this line!Read at your own risk. S MUT! Morally Grey reader, sex worker reader, reader is an empath, lots of dark emotions, group sex, oral (m & f receiving) pansexual touch and intentions (it's Deadpool, folks) explicit sex acts, raw p in v (wrap it up), anal sex (f receiving) rough sex, dvp, squirting, copius amounts of cum, bukakke, after care. Reader has pet names from each hero: Sweets, Sweetie, Sweetheart.
A/N: Ok. I had to do it. If you inspired this, you know who you are, you menace. đ This occurs within an imagined scene between the scene where Pyro captures Johnny, Wade and Logan and when they were delivered to Cassandra Nova. This is pure filth. Let me know you like it by liking, commenting and reblogging!
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âLet me put your hair up for you. So pretty.â
Wade Wilson cooed down at you to the music of his shackles clinking as he gently pulled your cloud of hair up and out of the way.Â
âNeed to have a clear view of you hoovering that anaconda.â
Your lips were stretched around Johnny Stormâs thick, tan cock as his blue eyes stared down at you and a steam of eloquent pornography flowed from his lips.
âMm. That throat is so gatdamn tight Sweetheart. Canât wait to fuck that tight little wet gash of yours. Holy shit, thatâs good. I know you can take it deeper. I know you can. Such a sweet little innocent slut for us.â
He had no idea. You were in service to Cassandra. She called you her muse, a tool to service her future victims so that when she felt their minds up, she had something more to get off on. You were her little slut, her psychic empath who fed off of otherâs joy and you loved your job.
Giving others joy got you off something fierce. The fact that Cassandra loved it and that kept you alive was an added bonus.
Johnnyâs hand snaked around the back of your neck to encourage you to take more of him. You looked up at him, eyes wide with tears streaming down your cheeks, while saliva escaped from your stretched-out lips.
âSo pretty for us like this, Sweetie.â
Wadeâs mask almost seemed to be emotive as he looked down on you, his long fingers fisting his cock with increasing speed as he watched you take Johnny down. It was disconcerting that he was completely naked except for his mask, but that was none of your business. He was sincere, despite the sarcastic monologue.
âIâve always wanted to say that in real life and not just in my 1D/Destial crossover fanfics on Tumblr. Username is MrsLarryDestiel (no spaces) if you want to follow.â
Wade was leaning over to Johnny, who had steam rising from his head as he gazed down at you with devotion. You felt his amusement at this entire scenario. You tried to smile back around him, even though you knew his affection was only due to your skill.
After all, youâd just met him less than an hour earlier.Â
âGet your hand off my ass before I burn it off, Wade.â
âWas just trying to help you push it in her tiny little mouth. Wasnât trying to cop a feel of what looks a lot like Americaâs Ass, not really,â quipped Wade who was stroking and looking down at Johnnyâs derriere.
Before anyone got injured, you pulled off of the hot oneâs dick and licked Wadeâs thick plum shaped tip.
âSssss. Ahhhh, yes!â
 Wade groaned and threw his head back.
 âSuck that dick like your life depends on it, Sweetie. It may be our very last night on earth. I mean, in the void.â
You sensed no fear in Wade, only irreverence.
You followed his direction and opened wide as he slid his long, thick, Deadpool dick along your outstretched tongue. Wade was still talking, of course, even as he made eyes at Logan, who was lurking on the edges of the light, pulling on his dick with two hands and making low, almost indiscernible grunts.Â
Now there were about a thousand different emotions coming off him, irritation, rage, despair, grief, a deep sadness, and foremost right now, need and frustration. You tried to watch him through your tear-filled eyes.
Wade and Johnny took turns with your mouth as Logan just moved nearer, his large, impressive cock raging against those impossible abs. His stare, and his body, made you drip even more in the dirt floor of the cave they were captive in for the night.
You needed him inside you, to at least extinguish his need. But yours was growing too.
âWhy donât you relax over there while we get her ready, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Little Miss Triple Threat looks like sheâs almost ready to take three cocks at once in all of her holes.â
The Wolverine grunted, but went to a spot just a few feet away and reclined against a cave wall as he continued to handle himself.
Wade looked down at you and stroked your hair again, stage whispering to you as you deep throated Johnnyâs cock down your throat.
âI know he seems like a party pooper and not down for this at all, but the fact that his beautiful meat is hard and leaking precum, which is delicious, bee tee dubs, oh, AND HE'S NAKED, means he definitely is.â
You smiled around the dick in your mouth and nodded as you pulled off Johnny, a string of saliva connecting you three as Wade grabbed you by the hair and plunged down your throat, barely giving you time to take a breath.
As you choked, you could see Logan jacking off faster from the corner of your eye as you swallowed Wade whole. Even with the mask, you could tell when his eyes rolled back into his head as you took every single inch.
âGet over here and sit on my dick.â
You were surprised at Loganâs voice, not having heard much of it during his ride in the cage, except to tell Wade and Johnny to shut up. Currently, his tone was more intense and raspy with desire.
You did as you were told and the action moved from the fireside to where Logan was reclining.Â
âMove the fuck around, asshole.â
Wade stomped his foot.
âThatâs what Iâm trying to give you, Wolvie, baby.â
But he moved from in front of you so that you could take your throne.
âCâmere.âÂ
Logan reached up for you, the tender gesture a contrast for the crude situation you are in: fucking these men because it was the last night of their lives, which it almost surely was. You knew when Pyro let you into the cave halfway to her lair where they stopped for the night that no one escaped Cassandra.
You almost felt sorry for them. But when you read their emotions, you sensed no fear in these heroes. Only a myriad of other things including pent up tension, stress and desire for you. And for freedom. Or at least the sensation of being free.
Fucking all three of them would free your own soul, if only for the short time you would spend with them. They were all fine, and they looked like they would be a good time. If they only knew that your purpose was distraction, to keep them busy and not trying to escape.
If you searched their emotions hard enough you might find that they knew what you were about, and that they didn't care.
You accepted the offer of Loganâs hands and settled on his muscular thighs, glancing at the other men stroking themselves by firelight to the sight of you stretching yourself around the thick head of Logan Howlett, the Wolverineâs, cock.
Their attention only made you wetter and you slid further down Loganâs thick staff than you thought you could. When Johnny and Wade each grabbed a nipple as you whined and got even slicker the sensations allowed you to encase that extra inch at the base of him.
You were so full, not having been stretched like this in a while with a human, visually pleasing partner in a long time. You moaned in pleasure and closed your eyes, biting your lip at the delicious sting of taking him.
Logan looked up into your eyes and then commanded you with that deep, sexy voice.
âOpen your eyes, look at us, and bounce on this cock Sweets.â
The smack on your ass spurred you on as Johnny leaned against the wall, watching your tits bounce as he jacked himself, and Wade got behind you, straddling Logan's thighs and rubbing them. You thought you knew what was coming next as you felt Wadeâs hot breath on your shoulder as his hard length slid through your slick folds. But you were surprised as he entered you, although not in the hole you expected.
Within a few seconds, Wade was nestled deep within your cunt, cock alongside Loganâs in your snug sleeve, making you mad with pleasure. An obscene groan from you accompanied Loganâs warning to Deadpool.
âWatch it fuck face.â
Loanâs voice was husky, and there was a glimmer of a smirk as he grasped your breasts, roughly pulling on your nipples. Fear of his claws coming out and injuring you caused the contractions of pleasure in your belly to quicken, even as Wade sassed him back.
âYou can fuck my face later buddy. Right now, letâs both concentrate on fucking this beautiful, nice, accommodating ladyâs beautiful, nice accommodating cunt..â
The two men fell into an oddly synchronistic, sinful rhythm, both of them filling you to the brim in the best way possible, sexy groans finally replacing the smart words coming from Wade and literal grunts and groans coming from Logan.
Johnny moved, filling your mouth and causing your moans to vibrate around his shaft as Logan and Wade fucked you stupid.
âHoly fuck!â
Johnny rasped as you started sucking his balls, your legs shaking as Logan and Wade pounded you into oblivion. You feel a tremendous pressure and you tried to run from what was coming, but Wadeâs fingers were circling your clit and Loganâs hands are around your waist, his mouth latched onto your left nipple. That and the feeling of Johnnyâs fingers massaging your scalp collided to make your impending doom come much more quickly.
You pulled off of Johnny's unit to scream.
âOh shit, oh shit, ohhhhhh shitttttt, I- I- I- Iâm cummingggg!â
âHoly shit, she's gushing like Old Faithful all around us!â
You soaked Logan as you squirted, seemingly never endingly, all over. everywhere. Wade slipped out of you and so did Logan, but instead of giving someone else a turn with your pussy, Logan growled in your hair and pitched you forward onto his chest with his hands underneath your thighs.Â
âWant that ass.â
You clenched around nothing as Logan lifted you up and squeezed your ass cheek in order to give his hard, thick cock access to your puckered hole. You were so wet that he kept slipping around until you felt Wade reach in and grab Loganâs dick, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it home inside your tight ass.
You saw the sneer, and you heard the âschnickâ of Loganâs claws coming out and Wadeâs giggle as he explained.Â
âJust trying to help with the mission, Boss.â
You didnât care about any of it as your head lolled back on your shoulders because Logan was filling you up deliciously.
Wade retreated and pulled his mask up to lick his fingers. He and Johnny resumed stroking as they watched Logan pounding you mercilessly from below, your cum making it embarrassingly easy. You locked eyes with him, and grabbed the tufts on top of his hair for purchase as you screamed and came again, just from his cock in your ass.
"Ahhhhh! Shittttt!"
âMmmmnhhh! Incoming, Sweetsâ
Loganâs cum spurted inside you and began to leak out around his cock, making you even messier than before.
âUgh. Fuck. So good.âÂ
He kissed your forehead as he softened inside you, then lifted your thigh to slide out from underneath you. You braced yourself on the wall as you tried to catch your breath and savored the feeling of him dripping down your legs and the peace, if only momentary, emanating from his soul. You didnât realize that your eyes were closed until you felt a new desperation accompanied by a hand on your arm and two hands on your ass.Â
âDonât usually go for sloppy seconds, but Iâll take it tonight.â
Johnnyâs sparkling blue eyes and sincerity held you captive. His tender kiss on your lips distracted you as you felt Wadeâs hands on your ass and you lowered yourself down around Johnnyâs long cock.
Johnny slipped easily inside you because Wade and Logan had stretched you out, but he was so hot, literally, that you quickly clenched down on him. Your hands caressed his shoulders and trailed down his sternum and his happy trail to where you were connected.Â
The way he looked at you from under his long eyelashes made you want to give him a show. You bit your lip and circled your clit, earning a groan and an appreciative stare from him as you started to ride.Â
You sensed a sudden a wave of mischievousness from Wade and felt his tongue in our ass. He moaned, sending vibrations up your spine as he caused you to clench around his wet muscle and Johnnyâs cock. He slurped you up, and pulled away momentarily to come up and whisper in your ear.
âMmmm. You and Logan taste so good. Youâre doing amazing, Sweetie.
He was down again and licking you clean, causing irritation to emanate from Johnny.
âIâm tryna cum, here, Wilson. Stop licking my balls, you jerkoff.â
Wade came up and wiped his mouth.
âSo sorry, that was a total mistake. Didnât mean to touch your huge, full, sexy balls with my velvet tongue. Not at all, Johnny.â
âShut the fuck up, Iâm trying to concentrate on this Sweetheart right. Here.â
Johnny kicked Wade away, stroked upward to make you moan, and then grabbed you by the neck as he flipped you over onto your back, grasping your thighs and folded you in half like a pretzel.Â
âYou ready to take this hot cock?â
You nodded enthusiastically as Johnny Storm began to fuck you relentlessly, his long cock reaching that magic spot inside you as you tightened around him, much to your chagrin.
It was going to be over too soon. You wanted him to use you longer.
âMmmmph, Darlinâ I feel you, still so tight around me even after these two knuckle heads fucked your cunt silly. Should be loose, but damn, girl. Câmon. Cum for me like you did for Wolverine and Wade. Gimme that shit.â
Johnny reached down and strummed your clit, as Wade came and held your legs in place, his oddly beautiful cock hard against his abdomen. You stretched your neck and teabagged him, earning a choked, garbled moan, and no words from him.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Logan standing over you and stroking his hard-for-you-again dick.
âShit, shit, sheeeeiiittttttttt this pussy is so good. Fuck!â
Johnny pulled out and stood over your body as you scrambled up on your knees to open your mouth for your reward. The men gathered around you as first Johnny spurted white, hot cum all over your face, then Logan jerked on your tits, rubbing his bulbous tip all over your nipples, and Wade just sprayed everywhere as he watched the show.
You collapsed on your knees, wiping your face as strong arms lifted you up and took you to the other side of the cave and started washing you off with a bucket of water that had been warming by the fire. You looked up into Loganâs eyes and he avoided your gaze, concentrating on getting the cum out of your hair.
âYou can rest now. Weâll cook up this bird that Pyro threw in here for food and you can sleep for a while.â
You sensed genuine tenderness, and another spark of a future need within him. You knew that they would wake you up for more than food later.
And you were more than okay with that.Â
So you just smiled at him as his hand trailed the water down your body, this moment a respite for all of you, in the chaos of Cassandraâs world.
ââ
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Hello Dearest!
May I request König (I love this man) and the 141 squad (separately) where fem! reader catches them staring at her joocy ass as she's slightly bent over a table, translating some papers for them, and when she turns to see if they're listening she catches the way their eyes panic and look elsewhere.
Please my lord, I'm on my knees
-juvia
Fem!Reader Catches The 141 + König Looking At Her Ass
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A/N: i hope you enjoy!! also this gets a bit dirtier than i intended,,,,
Youâre standing up with your hands on the table, slightly bent over it with your eyes scanning the documents in front of you. The words that flood these pages hold valuable information and itâs a language none of the main members of the 141 understand. Your their main translator for any documents and prisoners as youâve studied and have become fluent in a variety of languages. Your eyebrows furrow as you lift one of your hands and move the document a bit to the side to reveal the one underneath it, and then that hand hovers over the laptop you have set aside to type up your translations. Your back is arched in such a way where your ass is slightly bending outwards. âHey, where did you guys say you got these document from?â What Country?â You pick the document up that caught your eye and your eyes scan every word, muttering quiet translations. You notice he doesnât say anything, causing you to look back at him. âHey, are you listening?ââ Suddenly his head looks the other way with a clear of his throat and youâre left confused. Did this topic make him nervous? Did something happen when they got these documents for this reaction to occur?âand then it hits you. He was staring at your ass. âWere.. were you looking at my ass?â
-> John Price
He clears his throat and his fingers go to his chin, rubbing at it nervously. Price hoped you didnât notice him staring; he couldnât help it. The way your back is arched just puts your ass on the most perfect display, and the way your pants are hugging your ass?? God, itâs like you wore them to kill him.
He canât deny it, not when you so clearly caught him red handed. âGuilty.â He responds, his eyes darting anywhere but you. Heâs being careful, as he knows this could very well go a way he didnât want. âIâm sorry.â
Price has always noticed you around base, always thought it was a pleasure working with you. Your skills and talents in quick translation always impressed him. Your quips and your remarks have always intrigued him as well. Itâd be a lie to say this is his first time staring.
âI donât mind.â
He nearly asks you to repeat yourself but the glint in your eye, combined with your eyelash batting and the way youâre sticking your ass out even further, openly letting him take it in.
You then turn back around to your work, purposely bending your leg to stick your ass out into such a glorious pose, causing him to swear under his breath.
-> Kyle Garrick
He laughs with a nervous hue, his hands behind his back, one hand gripping the wrist of the other. Kyle can feel his heart pounding through the pulse on his wrist. His face feels hot from embarrassment as he clicks his tongue and rocks on the balls of his feet for a second, avoiding any eye contact with you. âNope.â
You smirk because you know he was, you saw that split second of enthrallment, admiring the way your pants hug your ass, curving in on the underside, folding in such a perfect way, showing off how grabbable it is, how the meat of it would sink under his fingers. His face begins to heat up as his fingers twitch, the want to squeeze filling his gut.
âMhm, sure.â You didnât sound mad, in fact you sound.. amused. You turn back to your work, but not before pulling your pants up even further, digging into the crevices of your muscle. You pretend you donât hear the quiet, shocked âdamnâ come from his lips for his own sanity.
-> John MacTavish
His cheeks are red while his hand scratches the back of his head, which he does when heâs embarrassed. Soap hesitantly looks at you again after a second of not responding. You look back at him with a smirk curled on your face, tilting your head as you oh so innocently change poses by leaning your back more into a down position, arching your back ever so slightly more than before.
Okay, now he was definitely obvious with his staring. Soap has to admit that heâs glanced once or twice before, but he never stared when he thought there was a chance where he could get caught.
You hum and turn back to the documents below you, and Soap thought that was that for a momentâoh, how he was wrong. You begin to talk.
âI know you were,â You quip. âHow long?â He jolts ever so slightly, offering a nervous chuckle. You note his accent seems to thicken and drip from his voice like thick honey now. âWhat dâya mean?â You look at him with a raised brow, and he gives you a smile that shows his gums. You roll your eyes playfully.
âYâknow, if you just admitted it, I wouldâve let you touch.â Wait, what?
-> Ghost
He weighs his options and lets out a heavy sigh with an admission of guilt which you grin at; itâs not easy to get Ghost to admit to something like this. Admit to a mistake made on the field, sure, no problem, heâll take full ownership but fuck, this is different.
You tread carefully, but you bite your lip, keeping your eyes on his. You notice the way his eyes are slightly wider than normal and heâs looking away; you guarantee that heâs blushing under that black grease and dark skull mask and you love how nervous he seems.
âItâs alright to look.â You murmur, and you turn your head back to the papers in front of you. As soon as he knows you look away, he looks back at you, and more specifically your ass. âI know these pants are tight, hm?â You canât help but tease him about it, bending your spine so your ass is out more. âI beg your pardon?â His words are slow and connected in a swift sentence, his voice slightly tight.
You donât respond verbally, but you shoot him a look over your shoulder that says it all, and he returns a lidded look that involuntarily pulls a grin from your lips.
-> König
âI apologize..!â He blurts out as he looks away, his fingers intertwining nervously. He did not mean to stare, really, but your pants are so tight and heâs usually really respectful and he doesnât usually stare, and he can usually keep his eyes from wanderingâ
You tilt your head as you notice the man just lock up in place and you canât help but bark out a laugh, causing him to glance at you before glancing away, pure shame radiating off of him. âKönig, itâs fine, I donât care,â You begin, the corner of your lip lifting in amusement.
König keeps his eyes off of you even after you say you donât mind as he doesnât want to make you uncomfortable, but that doesnât stop his mind from wandering. He wondered if those pants fit you that tight everywhere? Did you own any pants that fit you tighter?
His eyes do end up on your ass again as he wonders if you own any tight leggings, the type that are sheer and and hug your legs and waist tight. The type that leave little to the imagination as it hugs the swell of your ass and the roundness of your cuntâ
âKönig.â âEs tut mir Leid!!â
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I choose you.
Sneak peek: After a one-night stand, you find yourself pregnant. You choose to take some time off to get your life in order (aka ready for a baby), when Hotch stops by to make sure youâre okay. You confide in him and after a late night of talking, and months of mutual pining, Hotch offers to help you raise the baby. With this newfound dynamic, how will Hotch handle you working in the field? How will your lives change?
Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader
Fluff/Angst
Word count: 7599 (OMFG sorry)
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited I've been working on this for so long...I did my best- please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied age gap (kinda?), secret relationship, mention of period and menstrual cycle, mention of doctors and hospitals, mention of typical pregnancy related care, secret pregnancy, mention of pregnancy, Hotch being a little smothering lol, mentions of canon typical violence, some language, team members meddling, mention of Jack, no mention of Hailey (she just doesnât exist in this â Hotch has always been a single dad), no use of y/n. I think thatâs all, let me know if I missed any!
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âHey, youâre looking a little green there sugar.â Morgan said, gently nudging your elbow.
âYeah girl, keep it to your side!â Emily laughed, pushing your file further onto your desk.
âAlright, if I was contagious, donât you think youâd all be sick by now? It has to be from something I ateâŠI guess itâs time to clean out the fridge.â Shaking your head you got back to work.
âYou know the most common causes of nausea and vomiting are infections (like the stomach flu), food poisoning, motion sickness, pregnancy, and migraines. We can rule out the stomach flu given that none of us have gotten sick, and motion sickness since we havenât travelled in a few days. Iâd say food poisoning seems most likely, and it should pass soon given that it typically lasts anywhere from 12-48 hours.â Spencer rattled off.
âThanks Spence.â You smiled.
Your mind began spiraling, this little bout of vomiting had been going on for far longer than 48 hours. Was it possible something at home was contaminated and youâd had ânever-endingâ food poisoning? You thought about the other conditions Spencer had mentioned, no to the stomach flu, no to motion sickness, probably not food poisoning. You had migraines, but definitely werenât currently suffering from a spellâŠso that left. Nope. No way.
Could it be possible? When was your last period? Shit. You pulled out your phone and opened the Flo app and your last charted period wasâŠEIGHT WEEKS AGO. What the fuck? How had you missed that?  After pondering for a few minutes, you realized that around that time, the team had a particularly tough case where children were being kidnapped from malls in Alabama. The case had a happy ending, but it had taken seven days for you to catch the guy. You had chalked up the missed cycle to stress â it happened sometimes.
After excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, you made two calls, one to your primary care physician, and then one to the OBGYN that they referred you to. Thankfully (pure luck truly) they had an opening tomorrow morning.
You quickly made your way to Hotchâs office to see if he would allow you to come in late tomorrow. He was usually understanding about these things since you guys really have to take any doctorâs appointments you can get with your ridiculous schedule.
You knocked on the door frame softly, taking note of his nod, granting permission to enter. You walked cautiously to his desk, trying to work out the phrasing of this request in your head.
âI can hear the gears turning in your head, whatâs going on?â Hotch questioned.
âSorry Hotch, I uh, I just have a quick question for you.â You began. âYou see, I havenât been feeling great the last few days, so I called my doctor, and they can squeeze me in tomorrow first thing. Would it be possible for me to come in late so I can make that appointment?â
âIs that all? Of course, just come in when you can.â He finally met your gaze, offering a subtle smile.
**8 weeks pregnant**
You sat, bare legs causing the sterile paper beneath you to crinkle, the noise seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. You had left a urine sample when you first arrived at the office, and they had just taken a blood sample. The nurse had asked you a million questions and you had to fill out nearly 20 different forms.
âAlright, so the urine test came back as positive for pregnancy.â The doctor informed you.
âWow, um okay. So, what are the next steps?â
âWell, we are going to send your blood in to check your HCG levels amongst other things, that will give us a pretty good estimate as to how far along you are. We will give you a call when those results come in. I am going to send you home with some literature on what foods, medication, drinks, over all activities to avoid as well as some recommendations for prenatal vitamins and a prescription for some anti-nausea medication. There is also a card in there with the triage number in case of an emergency. So, what questions do you have for me?â The doctor concluded.
âI uh, when will I need to come back in? Also, I am a field agent with the FBI, I guess Iâll probably need a doctorâs note as proof of pregnancy, and then one later down the line I suppose, excusing me from duty.â You inquired.
âOnce we get your HCG levels and can get a better idea of how far along you are, we will give you that call and then we will schedule your next appointment. Based on your last cycle, we will probably have you come back pretty soon for a transvaginal ultrasound and then your following appointment would be around your 12-week mark. As for work, I can get you that document now and then yes, as your pregnancy progresses we will discuss changes that will have to be made at work. Did you need a note for today?â She answered.
âOkay, that sounds good. And yeah, a note for today would be great. Thank you.â
Thoughts were racing through your head, the things youâd have to buy, getting your apartment prepared, telling the father (what was his name againâŠMichael? Brady? Youâd have to figure that one out), telling your boss and the team, the changes to your body? Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?
The second you stepped off the elevator your stomach twisted, and you darted to the bathroom. After emptying the contents of your stomach, you rinsed your mouth out and made your leave. What you werenât expecting was Hotch on the other side of the door.
âOh, sorry Hotch.â
âNo need to apologize, I just wanted to see that you were alright. JJ let me know she saw you running in here.â He explained.
âI-Iâm not feeling too great honestly. Do you think, maybe, I could head home for the day?â you queried.
âI think that is a good idea, you should get some rest. You know, you have a bunch of time off saved up â Iâm not telling you to use it, but if you wanted to, itâs there. Do you need a ride home?â He asked.
âNo, I think Iâm okay. And I also think I am going to take you up on that suggestion. Do you think I could take like the next four days?â
âAbsolutely, Iâll submit your time. You head home and get some rest. Iâll let Garcia know, that way she wonât call you if a case comes in.â He said.
âThanks Hotch.â
âYouâre welcome. Do me a favor, let me know when you get home safe.â He requested.
**9 weeks pregnant**
The next four days passed by in a blur, you had read through all the information the OBGYN sent you home with, youâd gone and picked up your medications from the pharmacy, cleaned your house, went grocery shopping, and you gotten your results back from the doctor. You had gotten the call yesterday that your HCG levels had placed you between 8 and 9 weeks pregnant and you had scheduled your ultrasound for the following Wednesday. Youâd have to tell Hotch everything when youâre back at work tomorrow.
You also made a very awkward phone call to Jensen (damn, you were wayyy off) and he had been very pleased when you informed him that you didnât want anything from him, he agreed that it would probably be best that way. You didnât need to be tied to some one-off forever anyway, this was for the best. You just hoped your child wouldnât resent you for not having a present father.
A knock at your door shook you from your thoughts. You checked your phone, 7:32 p.m. and a notification from Uber Eats that your tacos had been delivered! You paused your movie and shuffled to the door, checking the peephole once, then twice to confirm the identity of this visitor. You made quick work of unlocking and opening the door.
âAaron? What are you doing here?â
âI came to see how you were feeling. I also ran into your delivery guy.â He explained.
âCome in, I ordered enough for two if youâre hungry?â You posed.
âI wouldnât want to impose.â He shook his head.
âNot at all, come on in.â
You quickly realized that you were in sweats, a t-shirt, and slippers. You looked to Aaron taking note of his jeans and t-shirt. Casual looks good on him; youâd always thought so. You offered him a drink and invited him over to the couch, making yourselves comfortable and digging in. To the others, this may seem odd, a late-night taco date with your boss and your couch, but this was your normal.
You and Aaron had quickly realized your similarities when you first joined the team. You both had a stone exterior with a warm and fuzzy interior, you were closed off, but loyal and caring. These are the similarities that made your fast friendship so easy. The two of you hung out often, you had regular dinners together, went to movies or had movie nights, you went to the park with him and Jack, and sometimesâŠyou even slept over. You didnât share a bed or anything â except once when you first moved to your current apartment â your guest room hadnât been set up yet. He was easily the person you were closest to, which is why it was terrifying to love him. You couldnât lose him. So, you bottled up your feelings and enjoyed these moments with him.
âSo, youâre feeling better then?â
You opened your mouth to reply when you felt it. That tightening lurch in your stomach. You brought your hand to cover your mouth and jumped up, desperate to get to your bathroom. You had barely made it before you were expelling your dinner into the porcelain bowl. You heaved until there was nothing left. It was only then that you felt the warmth of his hands brushing your hair back and rubbing circles over your spine. You slowly sat up and rested back against the bathtub, Aaron leaned against the counter.
âI guess itâs a good time to mention we have a mandated weekend off. I figured you were feeling better if you had ordered tacos.â Aaron teased.
âI was feeling better. And thank God. I could use the extra two days to get my shit together.â You laughed.
âWhat did the doctor say?â He questioned.
âWell, she uhâŠâ You started.
âI shouldnât have asked that, Iâm sorry.â He apologized.
âNo, Aaron itâs okay. I just â I found out that Iâm pregnant.â You blurted.
âOh, thatâs â wow congrats. I didnât realize youâd started seeing someone.â He muttered.
âThanks, and Iâm not. It was just some guy I met while we were in Alabama.â You grumbled.
With Aaronâs assistance, you made your way back to the couch, not before quickly brushing your teeth. After he saw that you were settled, he went to the kitchen and grabbed your anti-nausea pills, some crackers and a ginger ale for you.
The two of you sat and talked for hours, you told him about your doctorâs appointment and the phone call with Jensen. You expressed your excitement and nervousness, both of which he met with reassurance. Aaron was quick to tell you he thought youâd make a great mother and that he, along with the rest of the BAU, would be there for you every step of the way.
The night continued on with the two of you curled up on the couch watching movies, Aaron refilling your ginger ale as needed throughout the evening. Your position had shifted slightly the longer you sat there, you had laid down, your head resting on a pillow against Aaronâs thigh, his hand delicately running through your hair. You turned your head to look up at him, the movement drawing his gaze to you.
âCan I tell you something?â You asked.
âAnything.â He whispered.
âIâm scared to do this alone. I donât want the kid to grow up and hate me because they donât have a dad. Plus, I always thought when I had kids, Iâd be settledâŠya know?â You spoke softly.
âYouâre not alone in this.â He replied.
âI know Aaron, thatâs not what I meant.â you sighed.
âI could do it.â
âWhat?â You sat up abruptly, turning to look him in the eyes.
âI could raise the baby with you, I mean if you want. I just, I always wanted a big family, and Jack has asked about having a sibling on more than one occasion, plus weâre close alreadyâŠâ He rambled.
âYou would do that for me?â You gasped.
âOf course I would, Iâd do anything for you.â He smiled softly.
âSo how would this work?â You questioned.
âItâs late, why donât we head to bed, and we can talk logistics in the morning.â He said, patting your knee.
âOkay.â You smiled.
You woke up the next morning and had to remind yourself that last night was real, Aaron had in fact offered to raise your baby with you. You got out of bed and padded your way to the kitchen. Upon entering you were met with the sight of Aaron in his sweats and a T-shirt, gliding around your kitchen, making breakfast. This felt so domestic, and you couldnât help the pain in your chest at the fact that this isnât.
âGood morning!â You greeted.
âGood morning! How did you sleep?â He replied.
âI slept well thanks. You?â
âPretty good actually. So, how are you feeling about my offer?â He queried.
âIâd like to take you up on it, as long as itâs still on the table. But I think we need to lay out some ground rules, or at least figure out how we would do this.â You explained.
âWeâre doing this then! And I agree, we need to sort out all the details.â Aaron suggested.
Aaron and you talked about it a lot over the next few hours and had come to an agreement on nearly all subjects. Aaron would attend doctorâs appointments with you, the child would be raised by you and Aaron and for all intents and purposes, Aaron would be known as dad, when the kid is old enough, you agreed that honesty is crucial, and youâd explain that Aaron isnât their biological dad. You had agreed on bringing the child up in a loving home and allowing your child to find their own way in religion and politics, neither of you fond of pushing either of those things on a kid. You had also agreed on the importance of education, family time, immunizations, etc.. There were a few things though, that you still werenât sure of.
âSo, Aaron, I guess I am just curious on how we would address a few things. Like with the team or anyone that asks â youâre the father? Or do we tell them there was a sperm donor? Are we honest about the situation? And what about us? Everyone is going to think weâre together. Also, the living situation, you mentioned you want to be around to help but going back and forth from my place to yours, itâs not fair to us or to Jack, what do we do?â You rattled on.
âOkay, slow down. I think with the team and family, we can tell them the truthâŠto anyone else, Iâm the father. If thatâs okay with you? For the living situation, I ugh well I was thinking, maybe we find a house? I know how crazy that sounds, but I would be closer to you to help out and Jack could be close to his sibling, at least for a while. It wouldnât have to be permanent.â He let out a nervous chuckle. âAs for us, I donât want to complicate things sweetheart. I canât say Iâve never thought about usâŠmaybe we just take it day by day.â Aaron was trying to gauge your reaction.
âThat all sounds perfect. We will take it day by day, see where this journey takes us.â You say, reaching to hold Aaronâs hand.
Aaron brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. You canât help the heat that rises to your cheeks. His admission of thinking of the two of you as more than friends, lingers in your mind. You wondered how long heâd been thinking like that but figured you could ask him another time. The bubble you were currently in was far too precious to burst.
âSo, should we start house hunting?â
Aaron chucked at your excitement and nodded happily.
**15 weeks pregnant**
The two of you agreed to wait to tell the team, at least until you had settled into your roles as co-parents. You also wanted to wait until you had progressed further in your pregnancy before you shared the news with not only the team, but also Jack. You had expressed to Aaron that you were worried Jack wouldnât take the news well and he had assured you that Jack would be thrilled with the prospect of having a sibling. Aaron had also informed you that Jack had asked if you could be his new mom once your friendship had grown.
Things had been going well, it had been almost two months since you guys had agreed to do this together and you couldnât be happier. Aaron had gone to your appointments with you, and thatâs where you were currently headed. You had your 15-week appointment today, youâd also be doing some tests to ensure the baby is healthy.
âAlright, did you guys want to find out the babyâs sex today?â
You looked over at Aaron, and he met you with a subtle nod of confirmation. You had discussed this on the way over today.
âYes we would!â
âYou are having a girl, congratulations!â The doctor smiled and made her leave.
Aaron was quick to lean down and embrace you. You were shedding tears of joy, beaming with excitement. He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple and pulled away.
âI wanted it to be a surprise, I scheduled a showing with our realtor. I think youâre really going to like this one!â Aaron gushed.
Aaron drove you over to the most adorable home, judging from the curb appeal, you were thinking his assumption was correct. He helped you out of the vehicle and led you into the home, your realtor was waiting for you just inside the foyer.
âMr. and Mrs. Hotchner, welcome! Please take your time to look around, I will be in the kitchen if you need anything. Aaron, I am going to make a few calls and see what weâre looking at for this one.â Bradley informed.
The two of you agreed to act as a married couple when looking into homes, Aaron had suggested that newlyweds with a baby on the way might be more appealing to a seller. Though things between you definitely felt more like that was becoming your truth as opposed to this fantasy youâd act out when in the presence of Bradley.
Looking around, Aaron led you around the house, showing you each of the rooms on the first floor, then the second. You ended up in the master bedroom, making your way out on the balcony that overlooks the backyard.
âSo, I was thinking, the two rooms downstairs, one would be my office, and the other could be a sort of den or library. Up here, Jack could have that first room, the second could be a nursery, and then the other two well theyâd be ours, or one could be a guest room.â Aaron offered.
âIf we made one a guest room, that would mean that weâŠweâd share this room? Aaron Hotchner are you suggesting that we share a room?â You teased.
âMaybe I am.â He declared.
You had been playing this game of cat and mouse for the last three weeks. It had started after you had kissed. It happened in the heat of the moment, the two of you were fighting over him subtly benching you from work, you had explained you were fine to which he admitted how important you were to him and that he couldnât afford to lose you. Upon this revelation, youâd shared a passionate kiss. An action that you hadnât discussed or repeated since then.
âWell, I think that could work.â You nudged him gently. âThis house is perfect honey.â
âShould we go talk to Bradley?â He posed.
âI think so.â
**17 weeks pregnant**
âCan you come to my office please?â Aaron asked.
Naturally this caught the attention of the team. You could tell they were growing suspicious of you and Aaron. They used to make jokes about you guys dating all the time with how close you were, but now, taking time off together to go to doctorâs appointments and hushed conversations in his office. You were sure the team thought you two were together. And now, you guessed they werenât exactly wrong.
âThey are totally dating.â Emily insisted.
âNo doubt about it. Last week they left early together on Thursday. I guess Hotch called Rossi and told him they wouldnât be back, and Rossi said he could hear them giggling. He used those exact words.â Morgan explained.
âHotch, giggling? No way!â JJ chimed in.
âWhen do you think theyâll finally come clean?â Emily wondered.
âWhenever they are ready, and none of you are going to push the issue.â Rossi declared.
The others grumbled in defeat as they returned to their tasks. Meanwhile, Aaron was informing you that Bradley had left him a voicemail, asking that the two of you return the call when you could.
âHey Aaron, thanks for getting back to me. Listen I have good news, your offer went through. You guys got the house! Iâll email over some paperwork, and we will talk next steps soon.â Bradley rushed.
âThank you Bradley, we appreciate it.â Aaron replied before hanging up the phone.
You shared a look before a cheerful squeal escaped your lips. You jumped into Aaronâs arms, hugging him tightly. He was quick to return it, rocking you back and forth gently.
âWe got the house! I canât believe it!â
âWe did sweetheart! Do you want to come for dinner tonight, we can talk to Jack?â Aaron offered.
âThat sounds great.â
You made your way back to your desk and caught the tail end of your teamâs conversation. They had clearly been speculating about the nature of your relationship with Aaron, and after that little display in his office, you couldnât blame them. Youâd have to bring that up tonight, maybe it was time to come clean.
You were currently cooking dinner while Aaron helped Jack with his homework at the dining table. If this is the life you had to look forward to, youâd be a happy girl. You never felt more at home than when in the presence of the Hotchner boys. You finished up dinner and sent the boys to wash up while you set the table, they returned swiftly and the three of you began eating.
âJack, bud, we have something we want to talk to you about.â Aaron began. âItâs pretty important and Iâd really like you to let me tell you everything before you respond okay?â
âOkay.â Jack nodded, mouth full.
âYou know how Iâm having a baby right?â You gave him a moment to nod in reply.
âWell, that baby is going to be your little sister.â Aaron explained. âWe are going to have this baby, and weâre all going to live together, in a new house. Youâll still go to the same school, but we will live in a house, all together instead of in the apartment.â Aaron concluded.
Jackâs eyes grew wide at the mass of information heâd just received. He glanced from you to Aaron and back to you once more. His mouth fell open, and he took a deep breath before speaking.
âSo, does that mean youâre going to be my mom finally? Are you guys getting married? What does the house look like? Will I have to share a room with the baby? And where did the baby come from?â Jack rattled off.
âOh, well sweetie this doesnât necessarily meanâŠâ
âBud, go put your dish in the sink and change into your pjs. When you come back we will answer all of your questions.â Aaron instructed.
Jack shrugged and went first to the kitchen, then shuffled down the hall to change. Aaron knew it would take him a little bit, and heâd likely get distracted before returning, which meant he could talk to you about the first two of Jackâs questions.
âSweetheart, if I am going to be the father of this baby, would you maybe consider being a mother to Jack? I know it is a lot, but with us living together and raising the baby together, it might make sense for me to formally adopt the baby and you to adopt Jack. That way we really could be a family. If anything happened to me, I would at least know that heâd have someone. He loves you so much and I love you, it just feels right, him wanting to call you mom.â Aaron blurted.
âY â you love me?â You gasped.
Aaron blushed, having realized his slip up. âI do.â
âI love you too Aaron. And I would love for Jack to consider me his mom, Iâd be lying if I said I hadnât thought about us all being a real family like that. As for the adoption, that sounds perfect, Iâd have to call Jensen and judging how our first conversation went, it should be a non-issue.â You noted.
âWe would just have to get the papers drawn up for you to adopt Jack, his mother signed away her rights when she left us.â Aaron stated.
You looked at him with a saddened expression. The thought of leaving Aaron and Jack breaks your heart, you canât imagine how she did it so effortlessly. Aaron could see the hurt behind your gaze, and he brought his hand up to caress your cheek, drawing a heat with it.
âCan we go back to a few minutes ago when we both said âI love youâ for the first timeâ Aaron chuckled.
You let out a giggle and nodded, leaning in to meet him halfway for a passionate kiss. The two of you have kissed before, but never like this. Kissing someone who you love and that loves you in return, well that is pure bliss.
âEww!â Jack shrieks, covering his eyes.
The two of you share a laugh and pull away. Aaron begins clearing the table while you go to get Jack.
âEww? Eww? Come here buddy! Let me give you a big smooch!â You laughed reaching for Jack.
His laughs rang through the apartment as you jokingly chased him around the living room. When you finally caught up to him, you wrapped your arms around him a pressed a dramatically loud kiss to his cheek. Jack feigned disgust and wiped his cheek off as Aaron entered the room, joining the two of you on the couch with a big smile on his face.
âAlright buddy, I want to answer some of your questions okay?â
âOkay dad.â
âSo, letâs start with the house, you are going to have your own room. The house is big with a yard that we can practice soccer in and a pool for us to swim! You will get to see the house soon; we are going to move in just a few weeks.â Aaron explained.
âAs for me bud, if you want to call me mom you absolutely can. We arenât getting married just yet, but we are a family sweetie.â You gently ruffle his hair.
âOkay mom, but you didnât answer my last question! Where do babies come from?â
Your heart soared at the name, but both you and Aaron choked at his question.
âUh, we will talk about that when youâre a little older. Go get ready for bed.â
**26 weeks pregnant**
You were nearing week 26 of your pregnancy and you knew, beyond a doubt, that the entire team knew you were pregnant, you hadnât really been hiding it other than some loose-fitting tops. None of them said anything, but they were all doing everything in their power to make sure you were comfortable, safe, and feeling well in the office and even more so in the field.Â
On your last case, the whole team worked to keep you stuck in the local precinct as to avoid any potential harm. You knew they were just being protective, but your doctor said you were fine to continue field work for at least a few more weeks. You wanted to work while you still could, and you decided to talk to Aaron about finally coming clean to the team.
âHey, can I talk to you really quick?â You asked, entering his office.
âAm I talking to you as your boss or as your significant other?â He questions.
âBoth I guess? Aaron, I think we need to tell the team. They already know Iâm pregnant, that I am sure of. But they are acting like I am made of glass, and I would really like to keep working while I still can.â You declared.
âSweetheart I canât say I am particularly upset about everyone being extra cautious for you. I want you safe, and they do too. But if youâre ready to tell them, then letâs tell them.â He admitted.
Aaron called the team to the round table so the two of you could come clean about everything. In the last 18 weeks, your lives had drastically changed for the better, and theyâd only continue to do so, so it was only right that you have your BAU family involved and around for the joy to come.
âI called you all in here because we have some news weâd like to share with you all.â Aaron said, placing his hand on your shoulder.
You smiled up at him before continuing. âI am pregnant, as you all already seem to knowâŠbut thatâs not all.â You and Aaron told the team about your relationship, the pregnancy and how it came to be, Aaron stepping in and being the father, the new house and how you moved in together, you told them everything.
The team met you with shocked expressions, before they bombarded you with congratulations, embraces, and some questions. They asked about Jack and his reaction, they asked about the babyâs biological father, and they asked if an engagement was coming soon.
You had explained that the adoption process had already begun for Aaron and the baby, that Jensen was more than willing to waive his parental rights. Youâd also told them how Jack started calling you mom and you were planning to ask him if you could adopt him officially in a few weeks and Aaron said an engagement would occur soon enough as long as youâd have him.
To close out your family meeting, youâd politely asked everyone to remember that you were pregnant, not incompetent, and you would appreciate it if they would let you work like normal (mostly) for the last few weeks youâd be able to. They agreed with some apprehension as long as youâd be careful and let the others lead.
**33 weeks pregnant**
The team had travelled to Colorado for a case, you knew that this would be one of the last times youâd get to travel with the team, so you were going to give this case your all.
For the last month, Aaron had definitely broken his promise and was keeping you on a tight leash. You knew he was only protecting you, but you wanted to do your job. You were damn good at it, and you werenât going to let anyone tell you otherwise.
âAlright, you are going to stay here and work on the geographical profile with Reid, and I am, going to the latest crime scene with Morgan.â Aaron stated.
âIâd like to go with Morgan actually. I think that my skills would be better suited that way.â You disputed, sending a glare Aaronâs way.
âIâm not sure thatâs a good ideaâŠâ Aaron started.
âHotch. Let me do my job.â
âOkay go. Be careful, please.â Aaron pleaded.
Morgan drove you to the latest crime scene and you both looked around observing all of the evidence markers and trying to gather as much information as you could. The two of you were bouncing ideas off of one another when glass breaking sounded downstairs.
Morgan brought a finger to his lips signaling to be silent. You both raised your weapons and made your way to the landing. Morgan leaned around the corner to see if he could catch a glimpse of the intruder from the top of the stairs. When it came up empty, he motioned that he was going downstairs, silently telling you heâd let you know when it was safe to follow.
You didnât move until Morgan signaled for you to do so. When he did, you carefully made your way downstairs. He went left and you went right, making your way through the first level of the home you noticed a broken lamp next to an open window in the living room. Â Before you had a chance to react, a man grabbed you from behind, his arm wrapping around your throat and his gun pressed to your temple.
âCall out to your partner.â He hissed, pressing the gun further into your skin.
âMorgan, in the living room!â You called.
âDid you find someth-â Morgan trailed off, seeing the unsub holding you. âWoah, okay. We donât want any trouble okay. You can let her go. We can get you whatever you want man.â Morgan offered.
âDONâT TRY TO PLAY GAMES WITH ME!â The unsub bellowed.
âWeâre not â trying to play games with you. We just want everyone to leave here unharmed.â You tried to console the unsub.
âNO! LOOK AT HIM! HEâS GONNA TRY AND SHOOT ME THE SECOND I LET YOU GO! IâM NOT FUCKING STUPID!â The unsub cried.
You could tell he was devolving; he was young, intimidated and sick of being pushed around by men in positions of power. Most notably, his father.
âYouâre right. He probably will try and shoot. Heâs cocky like that. Always walking around like heâs a gift from God himself. Barking orders at his subordinates and making passes at any female employee. It makes me sick.â You played into his delusions.
âHe treats you like that?â The unsub wavered.
âHe does. And I canât stand it! I am sick of being treated like Iâm less than. Like Iâm not good enough to be here! I deserve more, you deserve more. We are strong and capable, and we should be treated as such.â You continued to work this unsub while Morgan slowly moved into position.
âYouâre right! If you can see that, why couldnât he? Why couldnât he see that I am enough!â The unsub sobbed, his hands dropping to his sides.
Morgan swooped in and handcuffed him after gently grabbing his gun from his hand. The unsub sobbed quietly, realizing the error of his ways. You moved to sit in a nearby chair and Morgan pulled out his phone to call for backup.
âAre you okay?â Aaron asked, rushing to your side. âThis is exactly why I didnât want you coming with Morgan.â
âAaron, honey, Iâm okay!â You reassured him.
âHotch, your girl single handedly talked the guy off the ledge. Sheâs the reason weâre all safe.â Morgan explained.
Aaron looked at you once again. Taking in every part of your body to ensure you had no injuries. He gently takes your chin between his index finger and thumb to glance at your right temple, making a note of the slight bruise thatâs developing there.
âI want you to get checked out before we go home.â Aaron informed.
âOkay.â You said, knowing arguing wouldnât get you anywhere.
After spending far too long at the hospital, you were headed back to the hotel with a clean bill of health for both you and your baby girl. Aaronâs hands hadnât left you since heâd rushed to your side at the crime scene. They were either holding your own, pressed to the small of your back, or resting on your leg. You knew he was just trying to ground himself in the fact that you were safe.
That night you and Aaron shared a conversation about you going on desk duty for the next few weeks, before your maternity leave started. He was a bit shocked that you didnât fight him on itâŠnot even a little bit.
**39 weeks pregnant**
You had been on maternity leave for all of five days and you were already out of your mind. The only thing you were grateful for was the fact that you got to spend so much time with Jack.
Your adoption of him had been finalized two weeks ago and everything was done regarding Aaron adopting the baby. Now, you were just awaiting the arrival of your daughter. You were more than ready for her to be here and out of your body, and while the pregnancy hadnât been particularly difficult, you were exhausted and bloated and just ready to be done.
You were in the kitchen making lunch for Jack and you while he played in the living room. Heâd requested a grilled cheese sandwich with some tomato soup. You had just flipped the sandwich when a contraction hit. The pain washed over you, radiating down your spine and through your pelvis. You took a deep breath and check the time, they were about fifteen minutes apart right now, the contractions kept you up all night and had been consistent all day.
âOkay bud, lunch is served!â You set his food down in front of him on the coffee table.
âThanks mom!â He smiled, taking a big bite of grilled cheese.
âYouâre welco-â a sharp hiss escaped your mouth.
Checking the clock again you realize itâs only been about five minutes since the last one. You take a few deep breaths and look around for your phone, it might be time to text Aaron.
âMom, are you okay?â Jack asked.
âYeah bub Iâm okay. I think your sister is getting ready to come.â You explained.
âReally? I canât wait to meet her!â Jack cheered, resting one of his hands on your swollen belly.
âI canât wait either. Jack, could you uh â could you go grab my phone hon?â You requested.
âOkay!â He wandered over to the kitchen to grab your phone.
You felt another contraction coming on and realized that they were coming one after another in shorter bursts of times. You needed to get to the hospital.
Jack returned from the kitchen with your phone and handed it to you. You were quick to dial Aaronâs number. Â It rang three times before he picked up.
âHey sweetheart. Is everything okay?â He questioned.
âYeah honey, it â itâs time. Sheâs coming.â
âNow? How far apart are your contractions? Did your water break? Are you in pain? Should I call an ambulance to come and take you to the hospital?â Aaron rattled off question after question.
âAaron, baby, contractions are three minutes apart now, my water hasnât broken, Iâm not in too much pain, and please donât call an ambulance. I will drive myself and Jack to the hospital. Meet us there.â
âI will sweetheart. The go bag is on the floor of the closet, on the right side. And the car seat has already been installed. I am leaving right now.â Aaron promised.
âOkay! See you soon.â
**36 weeks pregnant**
âMrs. Hotchner, can we go swimming?â Henry asked.
âOf course, bud, you boys go get your swim trunks on and I will get Nora changed. Okay?â You looked at the three boys for confirmation.
After they all shouted okay, they ran to Jackâs room and the bathroom to change, you walked with Nora upstairs to help her change into her swimsuit.
âAlright bug, pink or green?â You asked her.
âNo. Blue momma, blue!â Nora demanded.
âOkay bug, blue suit.â You agreed.
You got Nora changed and brought her into your room, before you changed into your own bathing suit in the on-suite bathroom. When you exited, you grabbed Nora and then made sure the boys were all ready and that they had put on sunscreen. The five of you made your way outside, the boys were quick to jump straight into the pool, and you made sure to put on Noraâs swimming vest.
Aaron stepped away from the grill and wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder before leaning down and kissing Noraâs head. He went back to the grill and got it cleaned and ready for the burgers you were making tonight.
âJJ texted and said her and Will were on their way. She said to thank you again for picking the boys up from school.â Aaron let you know.
âShe doesnât need to thank me.â You scoffed. âThe boys all go to the same school and with me on maternity leave, I have nothing better to do.â You laughed.
âIâm excited to see the team, itâs been so long since weâve all been together.â Aaron sighed, slipping into the pool with you.
âI know honey. Weâve all just been so busyâŠthatâs why itâs taken this long for us to do this revealâ You hugged him. âDo you regret taking the promotion?â
âNot for even a second. It has allowed me more time with you and the kids. I got to see almost all of Noraâs milestones, and I am so excited for this little one to join us here soon.â Aaron said caressing your belly once more.
âI canât wait either.â You smiled.
One by one the team began filing in through the back gate. Derek and Savanah had come in with Hank. JJ and Will had come in and were quick to greet their sons. Emily, Spencer and Penelope arrived all at once saying their hellos and quickly getting into the pool. And Rossi arrived last, he set the cake and wine in the kitchen and made himself comfortable in the lounge chairs on the deck.
Time passed in slow motion, you made conversation with those around you and ate dinner (Aaron and Derek standing over the grill drinking beerâŠthey were arguing over how long to cook the burgers). Everyone got out of the pool and as the adults sat on the lounge chairs, the kids ran around in the yard, playing soccer.
âAre you guys ready?â Dave asked
After you and Aaron nodded, Dave went to grab the cake. You called everyone over to the table and let them know that you chose to reveal the gender this way because you didnât want some big flashy party, but rather to be surrounded by loved ones.
âSo, thereâs one other announcement Iâd like to make before we do the gender reveal.â You began. âI will not be returning to the BAU after the birth.â
A chorus of âwhat do you meanâ and âwhyâ and âthatâs not funnyâ rang out around you. This was something that youâd been at war with yourself over for the entirety of this pregnancy. Aaron taking the promotion to a director position, it had shockingly allowed him more time with your family, and it provided a safety that his previous position had hindered. It was a culmination of those facts that led you to your decision.
âWhat does this mean though? What are you going to do?â Spencer was the one to ask.
âIâm going to teach.â You smiled. âI was offered a position, within the FBI, to teach. You guys will still get to see me, and we will still host everyone, but the hours are better, and theyâll allow me more time at home.â
The team exchanged solemn expressions, but ultimately wished you well. They let you know that theyâd miss you and the team wouldnât be the same without you, but they understood.
âOkay! Sorry. Onto a much happier topic â the gender reveal of our baby!â You exclaimed.
Aaron and you each took a wine glass and held them upside down over opposite edges of the cake. The team counted down 3âŠ2âŠ1âŠand you and Aaron plunged the glasses into the cake. You each brought the glasses up and held them out in front of you, confusion etched on the faces of those standing before you.
âOH MY GOD! Itâs twins! Itâs twins isnât it!â Penelope shouted with glee.
In front of you, enclosed in the wine glass were layers of chocolate cake intermixed with blue frosting. And in front of Aaron was a glass housing chocolate cake with pink frosting. The two of you shared a look, one that held nothing but love and adoration for one another and the beautiful life youâve built with one another. You loved each other more than anything and your growing family was proof of that, Jack and Nora had been thrilled that theyâd be getting both a little brother and sister, and in just a few short weeks, theyâd make their debut.
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