#or use my pillow nd just PUT MY LIGHTS OUT

[shotmrmiller]

Uninvited, Unexpected.

a/n: it's nice until the very end. it hints at baby trapping. one solid sentence that's kinda degrading (i couldn't help myself ok) this was in the works for so long, i did so much research just to use words. english is hard. and ignore the plot holes, for my sake. my sanity.

this is SMUT. 18+mdni please (if im missing anything else, lmk)

ty to my wonderful beta readers @waves-against-a-cliff & @xoxunhinged

wc: 3,1K

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!reader

my contribution to the @glitterypirateduck ghost challenge. idc if i wrote it much earlier lol.

You're awoken by a loud noise. At first, you think you dreamt it. Exploding head syndrome, maybe. You strain your hearing but it's quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling, its old bones creaking in the dead of night. Rain gently patters against the windows, blurring the world outside.

A flash of sudden light illuminates the bedroom, casting elongated shadows across the floor, followed by a loud crack that rattles the glass. Thunder. You should've guessed.

The frantic beating of your heart slows to a gentle roll, and your eyes leaden with sleep. The soft pillows beckon, the warm blankets cradle you as you sink back onto the mattress.

Only for you to be snapped back into reality, drowsiness dissipating like a morning mist.

Someone's knocking on your door.

Your heart is in your throat as you quickly peel off the blankets, the chill of the floorboards underneath your bare feet seeping into your bones.

In the bookshelf sits the gun Simon had given you before he had moved out, the rumble of his voice a ghost in your ear. "For protection," he'd murmured, placing the cold metal onto your open palms. "Jus' in case."

Your trembling fingers fumble as you search for it in the dark, flinching as a couple of books spill from the shelf onto the floor, pages rustling in your urgency.

The knocking persists.

The metal of the grip is unyielding in your clammy hands. You've never tested it before, never had the displeasure. As you hold it close to your chest with a quivering breath, you hope tonight won't change that.

Simon's instructions echo in your mind as you approach the front door. "Thumb the safety. Hold the grip with both hands. Do not, under any circumstance, put your finger on the trigger unless you're plannin' on sendin' hate. Clear?"

Your throat tightens, a phantom snake coiling around the narrow passage, and panic grips your heart as you reach for the blinds, slowly hooking two fingers and carefully pulling down to look at who is—

Simon.

Simon?

Sweat-slick fingers flip the light switch before quickly undoing the locks, the hinges groaning in protest as the door opens.

"What the hell?"

It's Simon, disheveled— maskless— swaying on his feet. His eyes are half-closed and unfocused. Johnny's holding him up by the arm, struggling to keep him upright.

"S'ry, bonnie. We wen' out fer a few 'nd clearly, he's out 'is face. Quite crabbit, too. He said ye'd let 'em sleep 'ere," he slurs.

Simon's not the only one who's pissed. With a resigned sigh, you gesture at the couch with your free hand. "There, I guess."

That he thought of you even in his drunken haze tugs at your fragile heartstrings.

Johnny guides him to the catch, a quiet C'mon LT to spur him forward. Heavy boots thud against the floor as they stumble toward the living room while you carefully place the gun on the kitchen countertop before reaching for a water bottle in the pantry. Johnny snickers under his breath as Simon collapses onto the sofa, the springs protesting his weight.

Two bottles, then.

You watch Simon's head loll as you hand Johnny the water. "Tell me you aren't the one driving, Johnny," you grumble.

He takes it with a quiet thanks. "Naw. Cap'n's stone cold sober."

Small mercies.

Johnny gives Simon a rough slap to the side of his leg as he bids him goodbye, pulling you in for an embrace tight enough that your spine pops before walking out the door.

You let out another sigh as the lock clicked back into place. The tangy, sour scent of stale alcohol mixed with stings at your nose, as does the invasive smell of smoke.

His boots are mud-caked, and you'll be damned if he stains your nice furniture with his mess. "Shoes off." He groans but complies. The laces come undone quickly, and you tug his shoes off with a grunt. "Simon."

His glassy eyes meet yours. "Drink your water." The burning need to chuck it at his head is one you have to vehemently smother into embers. Moron. Only Simon would have the gall to show up unannounced months after the separation. And drunk.

You push the bottle into his chest roughly and make to go back to bed when he encircles his hand around your wrist and the world spins on its axis, suddenly finding yourself beneath him with his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

Simon's breath is hot against your skin, the weight of his body pinning you down so achingly familiar. It stirs up past memories that would have you pressing your thighs together if he wasn't right there, using his broad waist to spread them apart.

"Missed ya, love." A confession. "S'much."

The breath you draw is jagged, his slow-spoken words hanging in the air. You want to push him away, scream at him for stumbling in and disrupting your night, your rest, your carefully crafted peace. But there's a part of you that can't help but soften at the tenderness in his tone.

"Simon," you whisper. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're saying—" his lips find your fluttering pulse. You find purchase in his shirt, shaky fingers grasping at the hem.

"'M drunk, no' no liar." Your resolve wavers. No, he never had been. Honesty hadn't been the reason for the split. It wasn't the truth he'd spoken but the truths he'd kept to himself. A fortress around his heart, the bridge to its gates raised. Unwilling to share a burden, share a life.

His warm tongue licks a hot stripe up your neck reaching the lobe of your ear where his blunt teeth sink into it. A choked gasp spills from your mouth, spine arching in reflex— your treacherous body remembering his touch, yearning for it.

"Simon—" your words get caught in your throat; snag like fishhooks when he undulates his hips, arousal creeping along your veins like ivy.

"Don't ya miss me, pet?" You've asked him to not call you that because it never fails to stoke the fire in your belly, to sodden your knickers. Before you can chide him on his choice of words, he shifts. One arm, an inked column under the soft light of the living room, holds him up just enough to bring his rugged face into focus. His eyes, like a stormy night's sky, swirl with untamed desire.

You know it's dangerous to play with fire. Touch it and burn, ache, blister. But the passion of this old flame beckons like a siren with sharp teeth. Each drag of his prominent erection against your core only succeeds in pulling you away from the shore of clarity. It's disorienting, insistent.

Relentless.

"My pretty little love," he mumbles. Simon's gaze drags from your glassy eyes to the delicate contours of your collarbone. His fingers trace lines of intimacy onto the swell of your breasts before using the pad of his thumb to swirl the stiffened peak of your nipple. "Say the word 'nd it all stops."

The scent of alcohol clings to him, a bitter reminder of the loss of inhibitions it brings as it warms one's chest. Blurred lines he might not mind, but you do. Lost boundaries. Rejection sits on the tip of your tongue, on the edge of your teeth when he says something that frays the last threads of your resolve.

It comes undone.

"Please. Jus' tonigh'. All I need." His words sound like footsteps in winter mire, slushed, syllables blending together.

You'll just have to kick him out on his arse in the morning.

"Okay," you breathe. Just one night, you tell yourself. He's always been good to you in the bedroom. One last hurrah wouldn't hurt. Maybe it'll allow you to finally close this painful chapter in your life and start anew, with pristine white pages and fresh ink.

Your hands, trembling with nerves and anticipation, cradle his face. The roughness of his stubble in contrast with the softness of your palms is grounding, keeping you from being pulled under your own swirling emotions.

" 'M righ' 'ere, love. You're safe with me, always." He whispers the last words reverently, a vow. Simon's breath mingles with yours as he leans in for a kiss.

The world around you fades, your senses tunneled on the feel of his lips, the taste of him— mildly sweet with a hint of peppermint. He slants his head to deepen the kiss, and the bruising ache in your heart is replaced by another, one that burns brightly and threatens to sweep you away.

The lulling sound of the pouring rain outside is drowned out by the beating of your racing heart.

The bed creaks when Simon perches you on the edge of it, quietly ordering you to take your top off.

"What about my bottoms?" You bite down on the gummy inside of your cheek when he pins you in place with a look— a predator eyeing its prey.

"Those are mine." Resounding. Final. A gavel in a courtroom.

You fling your shirt off, tossing it into some forgotten corner in the room, and cheekily watch Simon undress. It's not methodical like it used to be. No longer a means to an end. Experienced fingers undo the buckle of his belt before he takes it off, the leather material snapping in the air, slicing through the silence.

A quip tumbles out of your mouth faster than you can stop it. "Gonna spank me with that?"

The air around you thickens— or thins, you can't be sure— when his eyes flash to you. He kicks off his jeans, one foot after the other, wobbling as he does. "Tha' wha' you want?" The words he didn't say ring out loud and clear.

Don't rattle the cage, sweetheart. This dog isn't muzzled.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from saying anything else, something that he might take you up on, instead focusing on the way his heavy cock hangs in between legs (dangling with each step forward—)

"M'eyes are up 'ere." Your nose scrunches at his joke. Cute.

He lowers himself onto his knees, your legs cradling his face as it hovers over your sex, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your heated skin.

The sleeping shorts you're wearing are ratty and worn. They're thin too, practically translucent from constant use. Which means that he can see that you're not wearing any undergarments underneath.

"Hope you know I can—" Heat licks up the sides of your jaw, pooling in your cheeks as you cut him off with a snappy remark.

"Yes. I know."

The tip of his pointed tongue drags along the seam of your shorts, right along your slit. Your breath hitches, and you clench your jaw to keep from making a sound. Your back bows involuntarily, the feeling startling, intense.

"Can see tha' clear as day, as if lookin' through a windowpane, pet," he taunts. The words that are forming, almost ready to spill out, freeze in place when his mouth comes in direct contact with your slippery cunt. He licks once, twice, through your folds, slightly dipping into your slick entrance, only pulling away to nuzzle your pearl with his misaligned nose.

"Sweet as a peach, jus' like I remember," he purrs, the timbre of his voice buzzing against your puffy lips. "Missed this." A mewl slithers past your grit teeth when he gently sinks one thick finger into you, curling and twisting. Arousal drips onto his knuckle, tracing a hot path down to his wrist. He coos at you when he adds another digit, hissing at the sharp but brief pinprick of the stretch.

"Bloody fuckin' tight." Simon rises off the floor, the quiet sound of his knees popping swallowed up by your harsh pants. "Gotta let me in, love. Relax."

He keeps the thrusts shallow, his fingers dragging deliciously along your nerve endings. The sting soon fades, giving way to a gentle warmth that unfurls inside of you, letting Simon reach deeper until—

Your muscles stiffen, tight like a spring when he brushes over the rough patch of skin that has bursts of light appearing across your eyelids.

"Look at ya. Droolin' like a mutt with my fingers stuffed up your pretty cunt."

There's a pressure in your lower belly that's steadily building with each sloppy thrust of his hand, pulling squelching noises from your sodden pussy. He finally, finally, latches onto your neglected clit, lightly sucking on it in tandem with his fingers.

Your chin drops to your chest as everything nears a breaking point. The pressure inside you has your body wound tight. The fibers of your muscles contract, almost painfully, preparing for the release of what's to come, what can't be ignored.

The swirling of his golden tongue pushes against the boundaries of your endurance, pushes you to the precipice, where you finally hit the point of no return. You can feel something about to give, ecstasy trickling through the cracks in your foundation, uncontrollable, raw. Your fingers thread through Simon's hair, curling tightly, pulling it taut when you feel something about to give—oh fuck—

Snap.

The structure that holds everything in place collapses.

A sudden release of pent-up energy and emotion erupts like a dam bursting, a cleansing flood that washes away the grime of old wounds, of bitterness, leaving the edges softened so they can heal; knit closed and scar over. Closure. It touches every part of you, filling you with a sense of liberation.

Your heart beats freely, it throbs with life as a wave of relief washes over you, soothing, a balm over scraped flesh, a rush of cool air into starved lungs.

A lightness that comes after being weighed down with burdens for so long.

Simon's hands encircle your arms firmly— fingers digging into the meat of your biceps— and effortlessly maneuvers you toward the center of the bed as if your lethargic form were a feather caught in a breeze; weightless, insignificant.

Gentle but unyielding.

There's a ringing in your ears that muffles his voice, blurring the edges of his words, an unintelligible hum, as if you were underwater. The sensation leaves you feeling adrift in a tranquil sea, cradled in its silken embrace. The only anchor you have to the muzzy reality is his warm touch.

"'M sorry, sweetheart. I can't," he apologizes, hooking your right leg over his shoulder. You let out a sibilant hiss as he leans forward, pushing your knee to your chest, the corded muscle of your hamstring pulling to its limit. "Can't wait anymore, 'm sorry."

Simon gives you a sloppy kiss as his heaving length prods at your swollen entrance, the tip breaching your pussy with a warm burn that starts from under your navel and only flares, radiating from your core outward. It's searing, the initial bite of the stretch disrupts the haze in your muddled mind, bringing the world around you into cutting clarity.

A guttural noise claws up his throat as Simon sheathes himself halfway, his growled words not the salve he was hoping for. It only grates at already raw nerves, abrasive.

"Jus' a little more, you can take it." He winds a hand downward to draw messy circles on your slippery clit, to stifle the roaring fire in your stomach, your chest. "You already have."

His jerky touch does its job, transforming the sharp burn of him wrenching your walls apart fiber by fiber into a quiet glow; smoldering heat now simmering. You soften, mellow and pliant, accept him into your body as he sinks to the hilt with a quiet groan.

"There's my girl. Takin' all of it like you were made f'me." Simon's words of praise tangle around your spine, electric, prickling. Your heart gallops like a herd of horses, wild and free. "Liked tha' did you? Jus' about strangled my cock with your tight cunt."

He rolls his hips once, twice, searching for signs of discomfort, but when only warm pleasure laps at your heels, when the barest of moans spill from your open lips, Simon begins to put his weight behind his thrusts.

Through half-lidded eyes, you see a raw, primal hunger reflected in his eyes— his soul, the one he'd claimed to have lost long ago, back with his reason, his sanity.

Yet he looks down at you as if you were his only salvation. A lifeline he grabs onto with an unyielding grip, his only tether to hope, purpose. A lighthouse shining in a raging storm, a beacon calling him home.

Simon presses a large hand onto your lower stomach, his work-worn palm pushing until you wince, brows furrowing at the fleeting whisper of pain.

"Can feel myself right here," he sluggishly mumbles, drunk of the feel of your cunt, the taste of your skin on his tongue— sweet like ripened figs. The sensory overload has him sinking his fingers into your flesh until it dimples.

He murmurs something under his taxed breath, something akin to mine, only mine as his lips leave a slick trail of saliva on the dip of your collarbone, the gentle curve of your shoulder, the thin, soft skin of your bicep up to your inner wrist, where he laps at your pulse.

As if savoring the present. The precious gift he's unwrapped, here and now. The last taste of you, which he hopes with a reverence that borders on prayer, lingers on his tongue long after the fruit— the sweet evidence of this one last intimacy— falls from the bough.

Simon comes with his teeth in the crook of your neck, biting down with a crushing pressure that has an acute pain digging its spurs into your consciousness, cutting the blazing euphoria of your own release short.

His cock is still twitching as he fills you with his spend when he takes his thumb and collects some of your slick to take you over the edge one last time.

"F'me. You can take it, yeah? I'll go slow, I promise."

Simon presses a kiss on your sweaty temple, his large hand cupping your jaw as he lazily watches you succumb to sleep, your breath evening out.

He reaches for your arm again, feeling for the birth control implant you'd had there when the both of you were still together.

Gone.

Sweet girl. You'd let him in without a fight. (He makes a mental note to wash the beer off of his clothes tomorrow.)

He knows your cycle better than the lines that are etched onto his palm. Better than the voice of the captain who rumbles in his earpiece, ordering him to go for the throat.

From the moment you'd stepped into his life with eternity in your eyes and the warmth of the sun on your lips, you were his. And he'll do anything to remain in your orbit.

(left unable to distinguish prison from paradise when each poison-coated kiss softens the world he'll build for you and for what's to come.)

[airbendertendou]

you are in love! ♥︎

synopsis : various best friend!characters realizing they like you a lil more when they should  [including bonten!sanzu, draken, senju, izana, aiura, saiki, satan, leon kennedy, and tamaki suoh.]

no pronouns used / gender neutral ; [name] used in place of y/n ; reader makes filipino food in izanas, im not from the philippines so pls don’t expect it to b accurate ; friends w benefits situation in satans ; reader dresses as sophie in tamakis but w pants and a shirt instead of a dress

song inspo ; you are in love by taylor swift 

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked. 

——♥︎——

SANZU ♥︎

“big, scary bonten man,” you mumble to yourself. sanzu peaks at you over his shoulder as he cleans his gun, eyes narrowing at your tone. “never mean around me though, hm?”

he pauses, head tilting and pink hair following with it. you scoot further up the bed, laying against his pillows as he thinks. “i’m nice to mikey.”

“…that’s your boss.”

sanzu makes a show of rolling his eyes as he clicks his gun back together, satisfied with its new shine. “do you want me to be mean to you or somethin’?”

“why not?” you speak with a grin. the edge of the bed lifts as he stands, putting all his weapons away. sanzu pauses at your words, scrunching his nose in confusion. “definitely don’t look so mean ‘nd scary.”

huffing, he settles back on the bed, still sitting on the edge but a little closer this time. “i kill people, [name]. that’s pretty scary.”

you shrug, sitting up. your feet knock against his knees at the movement. “c’mon, haru,” you tilt your head back so that your neck is fully accessible, “do your worst.”

the room stills and you’re afraid you’ve pushed too far — afraid he might actually take you up on the offer. but something soft is pressed to the left side of your neck within the next second, lifting and latching onto different spots.

you gulp, feeling his responding grin against the middle of your throat.

the right side is given attention now, multiple kisses being scattered randomly. sanzu lifts his lips once more and places them on the base of your neck, his tongue and teeth making an appearance—

“ow, fucker!” you pull away from his touch with a scowl, your hand covering the new bite mark you’ve been gifted with. haru is grinning widely, teeth flashing in the light — you’re surprised you don’t see blood hanging on them. “didn’t have to bite me, haru.”

he shrugs, “wasn’t even my worst.”

you eye him, slowly dropping your hand from your sore and pulsating neck. “i feel sorry for your one night stands, then.”

sanzu hums, his right hand sliding closer to your hip and his body following until you’re face to face. it makes your cheeks heat ; makes you focus on the movement of his lips as he grins. “they won’t matter much anymore, anyways. have someone new i’m seeing.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah,” his lips brush against your neck once more. sanzu tugs at your waist, bringing you closer to him as his voice softens into a whisper and settles against your ear. “if you’ll have me.”

DRAKEN ♥︎

a towel is handed to you, followed by a hoodie you know isn’t yours. draken’s cheeks flush, “in case you get cold.”

with an awkward wave, he leaves you alone. the shower you take is needed, warming you up and calming you down at the same time. no matter how long you’d known him, it was still the first time you’d be with draken all night.

the rainstorm appeared suddenly and disappeared as abruptly. it’d drenched you just as you and draken left the cafe you met at. his place was closer, he’d said, and he asked so quietly for you not to say anything. 

it was weird until you got to his place — a brothel.

“alright in there, cutie?” you’d just stepped out of the shower when the voice followed you through the walls. “ken asked me to check on you.”

they were sweet, the women that surrounded draken. they made sure you weren’t hungry ; didn’t need any refreshments or anything as they led you to draken’s room. “have a nice night!” they leave with a giggle.

draken eyes the smile you’re wearing as you tug his hoodie comfortably around your neck. “somethin’ happen?”

“they’re nice,” is all you say in response. his cheeks heat up once more as he turns away from you, body stiffening. “are you ready for bed?”

“oh—“ he clears his throat and shuffles where he stands. “you can take the bed. i’ll have the floor.”

you shake your head, pulling the blanket back and patting the bed. “i don’t mind sharing. right or left side?”

that’s how you end up face to face with draken, staring absently into the dark as your combined body heat warms the comforter. you can feel and hear him let out a sigh, “you okay? all comfy?”

“yeah,” your voice is embarrassingly breathy. he lets out another huff before an arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “oh— that’’s better, actually.”

draken lets out a laugh, “m’glad. goodnight, [name].” 

SENJU ♥︎

“on the count of three!” senju jumps out of the dressing room adjacent to yours. she pauses, wobbling where she stands before straightening up. her head tilts, “it’s... something, alright!”

you pause, “you hate it.”

“...a little.” senju struts off, grabbing two of everything that catches her eye. she looks over the cloth she’s picked out, nodding in approval. “here,” she stuffs the fabric into your arms, “try this instead.”

you take a bit to figure out what she’d even brought to you — figuring which was the top and which the bottom — struggling to squeeze yourself in. once situated and comfortable, you gaze into the mirror.

it’s cute, watch senju told you to wear. the color is nice and balances your skin out, brightening it and making it glow. the bottoms fit your legs nicely, shaping and enlongating them. you hum in satisfaction, peeking out of the dressing room to see if senju’s done.

“[name]! let me see your outfit!” senju spots you right away. she gestures for you to join her enthusiastically. you open the door fully, scooting out until you’re face to face with her.

you hold out your arms nonchalantly, “ta-da.”

her eyes widen, mouth falling open ever so slightly. snapping it closed, she gulps, looking away before her cheeks turned color. you tilt your head, “senju?”

“yeah,” her voice cracks. the outfit she’s wearing is the same as yours — a matching moment, she went with. senju giggles nervously, “yeah. you look... pretty.”

prettier than she’d ever tell you.

IZANA ♥︎

the smell of lumpia and fried chicken coats the room around you. ran had just rinsed the rice, moving to mix together the rice noodles and shrimp for the palabok. kakucho is to his left, slicing boiled eggs so they could go on top.

you let out a sigh, nodding your head at the impressive menu you’d whiped together. filipino food was a little out of your comfort zone, an unkown taste to you. however, today was an important day — a special one. the oven dings, indicating the cake you’d made was finished. 

fresh out of the oven, the simplistic chocolate cake looks and smells delicious. you slap your hands together, “jus’ needs to cool down and we’re ready to go!”

the front door opens suddenly, rindou’s voice calling out a warning as he enters. shion is right behind him, pink-faced and sheepish as izana steps in, hands crossed over his chest. he raises and eyebrow, “what’s this?” 

“uh—“ kakucho adjusts the apron he’s wearing. it matches the one you’re wearing — ran refused one. he looks around, “surprise?”

“rindou! you were supposed to keep him busy!”

the blond shrugs, “he got bored.”

you sigh, closing your eyes as the food you’ve made is thoroughly examined. izana meets your gaze and raises his eyebrow in question once again. “it was supposed to be a birthday surprise.”

“...it’s filipino food.”

“yeah,” you wring your hands nervously. “you haven’t had it in a while, so i thought i’d try making it.”

izana looks over the food again, stealing a bite here and there as he goes. his eyes close ; his chest expanding with the comfort the familiar dishes bring. when his eyes open, they’re brighter ; more tender than what you’re used to seeing. 

your left hand is raised, a kiss being placed on your knuckles as izana pulls you close. “thank you, [name]. this means a lot.”

you grin, “happy birthday, z.”

AIURA ♥︎

in the morning, right after she does her makeup and before her uniform is on, aiura looks to her crystal ball for guidance. just a way to know things will be okay ; the day won’t be weird.

through the crystalline sphere, she sees her hand clasped in someone else’s. giddy, aiura believes this means she’s found her chosen one. the one made for her ; the one who will love her endlessly.

“—has to be the one!” she’s ranting to an unlistening saiki, rambling about her peek into the future. kaidou slips from leaning against her desk at her words. aiura sighs happily, “i can’t wait to meet them.”

a faceless classmate interupts the moment. “some idiots are fighting outside.”

you go to look — aiura can’t even remember when you came into the room. you rub your eyes tiredly before they widen dramatically. “that’s our idiot! aren’s out there!”

people flood outside, pouring out to help their beaten and bruised classmate. aiura is frozen in her seat — how did she not see this? how did a fight just miraculously break out?

a touch breaks her out of her thoughts. you’re holding her hand — frowning and ranting as you lead her outside. aiura’s face heats — you’re her chosen one? her one and only happiness? 

she gulps as she looks up to your face. this changes things. 

SAIKI ♥︎

the day starts normally. kaidou tells saiki he’d spent the night fighting agianst the dark reunion — he was studying all night. kuboyasu fought the urge to threaten an older boy in the school — just barely. nendou had already asked to eat ramen — they’d just gotten to school. 

saiki let out a sigh, eyes staring at the board in front of him. aiura had bought a new perfume that was clouding his nose, his thoughts — everything. she leans her head to the right so that she could meet his gaze. “what do you think, saiki?”

she’s met with silence. the chair behind him creaks as you sit down, a small laugh being let out as you do. aiura pouts your way, “[name], saiki’s ignoring me!”

you tap saiki’s shoulder lightly, just a brush of a touch, before turning to the blond. “don’t take it personal, aiura. you can just ask me what you want.”

“an angel,” she beams at you. aiura turns to face you fully, scrunching her nose at saiki as she goes. “i got some new perfume and nail polish recently,” she flashes her fingers at you. “cute, right?” 

you lean in closer, chin barely brushing against saiki’s shoulder as you go. you let out a small oooh! at the sigh of her glitzed up nails. “super cute, actually!”

she squints, leaning in a little closer as she does. “you’re wearing a new eyeshadow, aren’t you?”

“i am!” you close your eyes completely, relaxing your face so she can see the color. “like it?”

“looks... familiar for some reason.”

saiki peers at you sneakily from over his shoulder, only looking at you from the corner of his eye. he whips his head around before anyone can see. it is familiar — it’s his exact eye color. it takes everything in saiki to not light up in flames at the thought.

SATAN ♥︎

you had been an acquaintance of satan for months now. he’d come to you when he felt upset ; when the only feeling he could name was rage. when the world was burning and erupting inside of him, boiling and spilling out of his seams. he often took his anger out on you — with your consent, of course. he’s bruise you, scratch you and leave his mark lingering in any way he could.

today, though… today was the opposite. there was an emptiness inside of him ; a devoid and barren system that left him feeling nothing.

satan came to you, straggling and stone-faced as he locked his fingers into yours. you’d gotten close during your times together ; he knew every sigh you made and every face you held. you did the same to him ; made him feel comfort and freedom in ways he couldn’t around his brothers. that’s why he usually came to you when any feeling hit — you didn’t feel suffocating the way the house of lamentation always did.

“you okay?” you’re on his lap somehow, thighs sandwiching his own as his fingers dig into your hips. you brush his hair out of his eyes, “satan?”

he lets out a hum. you jostle slightly, hips meeting his torso — satan let’s out a small groan and let’s his forehead fall to your shoulder. “need me to help you relax?”

it starts off slow, your kissing. the usual upkeep is messy ; tangled and rushed as your clothes are ripped away and your bodies pressed tightly. this time, satan is careful to turn your head the way he wants it to, his hands on your cheekbones and guiding your head left and right.

you’ve just unbuttoned his shirt when you feel it. tears, dripping down your own cheeks. you pause, pulling away and letting your hands lift from his shoulders and settle on his cheeks. you tilt your head, “satan?”

his fingertips welted into your back, molding themselves onto either side of your spine like a pair of faded wings. satan breathes in, his chest stuttering with the feeling. he sniffs, nose and eyebrows curving in confusion as he pulls further away from you. “what’s going on?”

“you’re crying.” you wipe underneath his eyes gently, frown on your kissed, puffy lips. “why are you crying? what’s wrong?”

“i… i’m not sure,” his lower lip trembles. satan falls deeper into your hold, his arms looping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “feeling too much.”

his fingers dip underneath your shirt, and pull it up until you’re bare and exposed. satan smiles tenderly and you grin back, your own hands crawling up his exposed chest. “sure you’re okay?”

“good with you,” it’s murmured against your neck. satan sniffs again before nipping at your throat, opened mouth kisses trailing down to your sternum. “always good with you.”

LEON S. KENNEDY ♥︎

the bar you’ve found yourself at is starting to get boring. you leave after waving eagerly to your friends, shuffling on the sidewalk as you awkwardly pull your phone from its safe spot. a text from leon catches your eye — a mere thumbs up to the long paragraphs you’d sent his way. you scowl only to realize you’re closer to his apartment than you thought.

he wasn’t asleep — he never slept well — but he wasn’t fully awake either. hearing a tap on his door was strange, but leon let it be, assuming his neighbors had hit the wall on their way in.

until a long, drawn out whine of his name flew through the room.

swaying in his doorway was you ; eyes half-lided and your shirt falling down your shoulder. you grin his way, “hi, lee!”

“[name]. why’re you here?” he sounds gruff ; annoyed with the way you seem to always show up at his door. you know he isn’t, though, used to the tone his voice holds. leon holds his door open as you stagger inside, “been drinkin’ again?”

“mm,” you flop onto his couch, “birthday party. got bored. remembered you jus’ came home.”

leon quietly places your shoes by the door and grabs a blanket while you yawn. “missed me then?”

you let out another hum, pulling the blanket he’d given you further up your shoulders. slowly, your eyes peel open and you smile at him softly. “always miss you when you’re gone, lee. like when you’re home.”

home wasn’t something leon remembers. he moved around a lot now, going from city to city for his government affiliated job. home meant the presence of care ; of warmth. leon’s bare, empty apartment held nothing like that. crystal eyes fell to you when you let out a small hiccup, sagging to the right until your head fell on his shoulder.

“m’home for now, [name].”

TAMAKI ♥︎

haruhi adjusts the hat you’re wearing, making sure the blue blouse you’re wearing is tucked in properly. you shuffle in your spot nervously, fingers picking at your cuticles as she nods to herself. her eyes meet yours, “you’ll do fine, [name].”

“says you,” you frown. you stretch the neck of your blouse and clear your throat. “you guys are used to this stuff.”

haruhi swats your hands away, grabbing them in her own. “you will do fine. c’mon, it’s time to start.”

“welcome!”

tamaki doesn’t have time to speak to you ; doesn’t have time to admire the outfit you’re wearing before they’re greeting guests. his eyes stray to you again and again, his attention on you and not the guests who surround him. you go to every table, dropping off sweet treats and teacups as you go.

“—lly cute.” a girl is saying to him. tamaki blinks back into reality as his shoulder is touched. “right, tamaki?”

“could you repeat that, princess?”

her cheeks flare a bright pink as she straightens up in her seat. “i said you and [name] match. howl and sophie, right? it’s really cute.”

tamaki’s eyes find you again as you drop slices of cake off at the twins’ table. they giggle with you, tugging on your hat playfully before you leave. “we do match, don’t we?”

orchid eyes stay focused on you for the rest of the day. even after the club’s activities are over, and you’re helping clean up — he still stares. you finally look back, placing your hat on a table as you go. “yes, tamaki? you’ve been staring.”

“we’re sophie and howl,” his voice is light, faraway as he speaks. “did you notice?”

“only after i saw you.” you smile gently, watching kyoya tally up any and every cost. “a nice surprise for us both, i suppose.”

tamaki stares at your reflection in the window in front of him, eyeing the way you portray your chosen characters. his cheeks barely heat, but he still feels like it’s obvious to everyone. haruhi meets his flustered gaze and grins.

��—♥︎—— i know nothing abt cooking n even less abt filipino food so i hope izanas was okay </3 hope they were all okay tbh

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[the-fiction-witch]

Dec 25 Moscow Snow

Media the Queen's Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny Watts X Reader

Rating smut + adorably sad

25th of December 2022

Smut love bites/ fondling/ stripping/ fingering/ spanking/ nipple play/ eating out/ 'babydoll' & 'good girl'/ full sex/ raw/ biting/ hair pulling/ squirting/

I slowly woke, being faced with the room that made me smile widely. With the light cream wallpaper and its various cubic line works across it, the wooden floor well polished and cared for, the furniture all matching the bedsheet of geometric shapes of black white and red. The little red lamp beside the bed turned off of course with the room in a low darkness as light was coming from around the curtains but not enough to worry about. I laid between the soft cotton covers, all of it tucked around my body tightly to prevent the harsh Moscow cold from reaching my warm skin. I had done my best to stay all wrapped up in my sleepy state as I'd likely freeze if I even put so much as a toe outside the covers luckily I did have my own little hot water bottle to keep me warm. 

Technically I wasn't supposed to be here. I had my own room just two down the hall given the church who funded the tickets and hotel views but that was of course ignored. So I shared the biggest room Nd the cosy wa bed with his body to keep me company, His arm lazily draped around my waist as usual holding my stomach, his chest against my back, his head nuzzled snuggly into the back of my neck, the heat coming off him keeping me snug and warm. And it was then as I woke up a little more I noticed him more. He wasn't just nuzzled into the back of my neck, he was softly and tenderly kissing my neck and shoulder, his hand was moving slowly from my stomach across my silk nightie to grasp my breast firmly. I blushed hard as his hand began to fondle me between his more passionate kisses often in these moments moving his hips to rub against my own giving him some friction on to his already erect manhood. I laid happily tucked up with the warm covers listening to the clock tick on the bedside table and his sharp lustful breaths between kisses, the slight sound of shifting in the sheets. Feeling his sweet kisses with his hair gently tickling me, his warm body against me in all places and his soft gropes exciting me more and more. Until I couldn't help but giggle

"Benny" 

"Ummm" he groans getting far more passionate with his kisses leaving a trail of wet open mouth kisses from my jaw to my shoulder his other hand now coming around me and taking a grip of my other breast 

"Good morning"

"Humm" he groans moving his hands under my nightie to fondle my breasts directly with his warm hands 

"Benny we shouldn't -" I began

"Shh shh shhh" he muttered moving his hand away from my breast stroking down my silk nightie, stroking up my bare thigh before slipping below my nightie and between my legs to stroke my folds 

"Benny" I gasped gripping the pillow 

"Ummm so beautiful" he groans finding my clit and stroking it mercilessly in a clockwise circle

"Benny we shouldn't, the tournament" I reminded him 

"My ability to dismantle the Russian chess games will not be affected by if I have or have not fucked you the morning before." He whispered "however. It will make me feel better" he smirked moving his hand to let two fingers slip inside me 

"Uhhh" I gasped trying to be quiet as Weiss was sleeping in the hotel room next door our beds sharing a wall between them 

"We're heading home after the tournament anyway, it's our last night in our cosy Moscow hotel. If I don't now I'd have missed an opportunity"

"I just don't want to break your focus, that's time you could be using to practice"

"It won't break my focus babydoll."

"I could always just do something for you if your horny" I smiled

"Umm, you're so sweet. But save that for after the tournament. So you get to experience the first time you'll have a grandmaster's cock in your mouth" he smirked "but you can do something for me?"

"Yes benny?"

"Let me go raw." He growled in my ear

"What?" I blushed turning bright red

"When will we ever get another chance like this baby doll? Come on, let me feel you… all of you."

"Alright" I smiled

"Good girl" he growled moving his hand away immediately pushing me into the mattress on my back to be faced with his smirking face 

"Hi"

"Hi." He growled kissing down my neck as he tugged the spaghetti straps of my nightie down tugging the whole thing off my body leaving me naked my nipples hard in the cold of the room and of course I was wet from his earlier playing "loud for me babydoll" he demanded

"But benny-"

"I don't care. I want all of Moscow to know who fucks your pretty cunt" he smirked 

"What about Weiss? He's just next door?" I remind him

"Humm. He's been asking me to let him hear you scream for months babydoll. So give him a show but make sure to remind him who you belong too" he smirked tugging his boxers down and wrapping my legs around his hips, it didn't take long for him to slip hilt deep Inside of me making me gasp holding the sheets tightly, he began slowly moving from tip to hilt grinding his hips slowly but efficiently quickly leaving me a mess of moans each time he drove deeper often he nibbled at my neck to allow the sounds I made no matter how small not be missed by his ears, gradually he got faster and more merciless which caused my moans and groans to increase, his hand moving to rub on my clit in time with his thrusts 

"Ughhh-benny please!" I gasped as my eyes rolled back a little my head rolling against the pillow in pleasure 

"Not till you cum babydoll" he smirked biting on my neck to leave a love bite getting even faster causing me to scream with each of his thrusts "fuck- babydoll not so tight. You'll make me cum" 

"I can't help it" I whined 

"Awww what my little baby too close to control herself?" He smirked "I can work with that" he smirked pulling out and grabbing my hips pulling me down the bed leaving my hair against the pillows my back further down the bed and my hips off the mattress completely he kept my hips in the air and my ankles in his hands pushing them as far apart as physically possible, and smirking with that evil sky grin before burying his head between my legs nibbling at my inner thigh, kissing my clit, running his tongue across every inch of me even pushing his tongue inside me at moment's which left me a screaming mess often uncontrollably kicking my legs from the pleasure

"Ahhhhh benny please!" I squealed as he mercilessly continued enjoying my pleads but still ignoring them as he worked I knew how close I was so I began desperately tugging on his hair which made him pull back

"Awww you're so cute when you're desperate" he smirked throwing me completely against the mattress again looming over me "umm look at you. Bright red. Hard nipples. Dripping cunt. This" he smirked, stroking his hand down my body "is why I love edging you babydoll." He smirked "you look so beautiful when your body is craving me" he growled "say it. And I'll let you cum"

"I need you benny" I cooed as breathy as I could pulling him into an intense kiss which he happily worked into before pulling back

"Good girl. Down. Now." He demanded so I did as he asked and went down on my knees holding the wooden headboard in my hands he smirked and stroked my waist from my stomach around my side to the small of my back "umm perfect babydoll' he whispered in my ear before slipping back inside me making me moan loudly given how close I was and that he always felt so much bigger when on my knees he didn't waste time being gentle or slow going back to his merciless pase immediately holding my hips hard as he moved often causing the bed to bang and creek his hand moved to cup my breast often twisting my nipple which only increased my moans of pleasure

"Come on a babydoll" he growled getting even faster slapping my ass hard 

"Ahhh!"

"Louder" he cooed playfully firmly taking each breast in his hand to grope me hard 

"Uhhhh benny!" 

"That's better" he smirked moving a hand down to rub on my clit making me scream even louder 

"Ahhhhh benny please im-"

"Close?" He smirked and I nodded "well.. can I cum inside you?"

I blushed hard but nodded which only made his smirk grow

"Then my babydoll can cum" he smirked rubbing even faster on my clit as he thrusted 

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh uhhhh benny!" 

"Louder!" He demanded slapping my ass hard and at that moment I hit my wall making me squeal loudly slightly squirting a little as my orgasm rushed through me leaving me a shaking moaning mess, which only fueled him letting me ride it out still playing with my clit before he moved back to fondle my breasts again still at his merciless pace he got louder too more throaty 

"Uhhh fuck. Babydoll! Y/n..y/n!" He growled before biting my shoulder as his hips jerked in a few odd angles and ways finishing deep inside me before he gasped and collapsed his weight onto me. It took a couple of seconds of us both gasping before he pulled out and laid on the bed, I smiled and moved onto the floor grabbing my nightie to put away in my bag "humm. You made a mess" he smirked playfully glancing to the bed where I had slightly squirted

"Well that's what happens when someone decides to torcher me" I complained 

"Oh don't pout y/n. You love it as much as I do" he smirked 

"I'll go get your shower hot" 

"Thank you babydoll." He smiled leaning over to give me a kiss "not too hot" he reminds as I headed to the bathroom

"I know benny" I smiled shutting the door I went to the bathroom and started up the shower for him while I brushed my teeth and washed my face as usual, and he came through a few moments later slapping my ass as he went past me I rolled my eyes and headed back to the main room getting dressed for the day into my best dress and shoes given it was the last day of the Moscow invitational tournament a very important day for benny and of course our last day in Moscow so as I was dressing and doing my makeup I was also packing up the hotel room.

"Don't you look glamorous" he smirked coming out the bathroom post shower

"Well just trying to look nice for today" 

"You look beautiful babydoll" he Cooes getting dressed himself for the day going over his practices and notes from the last few days while I finished up until it was time. "Right. Let's get down there." He says fixing his hat and heading to the door 

"Benny-" I said grabbing his arm before he could go

"Yeah?"

"I… I just want to tell you, no matter what happens today. I'm still incredibly proud of you"

A smile cracked across his face a slight blush on his cheeks before he gave me a kiss 

"Thank you y/n. Really. And thank you for… coming all this way with me"

"Well I want to support you. And I didn't want to miss a chance to see Moscow. But no matter what happens I'm still proud of you and I still love you"

"I love you too" he smiled putting an arm around me "come on we'll get a coffee before we go" 

We headed down to the hotel having some breakfast which honestly was just some toast and coffee but I was awake enough anyway Weiss did come down and join us after a while but he wouldn't make eye contact with me which only made me blush more the boys went over there plan of attack for the day and who and how they where to go up again the remaining Russians. Once all done the boys where funneled into a car and myself into another one I watched the sweet city hurry by my window noticing the flutters of snow falling down, it was lovely to be here a dream indeed to see Moscow in the sweet midwinter I was very happy benny decided to let me tag along even if he didn't completely admit that he wanted me here I think he really wanted me here with him. Once we arrived at the grand building we were all ushered in quickly away from what press there was the first game going to start in just a few moments, I kept out of it letting the boys debate between each other not wanting to be a distraction for him until they called to begin opening up to the grand impressive room full of competitors, reporters and others to watch, I smiled and went to go to my small seat but he took my arm stopping me 

"Where's my lucky kiss?" 

I blushed and gave him a little kiss before I hurried to find my seat on a little wooden chair getting my notebook from my handbag. I watched game after game making notes in my little book of every play and it's time he was doing very well for a while. I actually got myself excited at the prospect that he could win. He could become world champion, a grandmaster. I did try not to get my hopes up just to be happy he got this far but I couldn't help being hopeful. They took a break before the final game between Benny and Bogov everyone filed into the bar for a drink weiss included having prior been humiliated by a Russian player. 

"You did so well" I smiled giving him a cuddle

"Well it's not over yet" benny laughed but giving me a cuddle anyway

"I'm still proud of you. Coming to Moscow and beating that many Russians is not an easy feat benny" 

"I know, but save your celebrations for when this is all over." He says "notes?"

"here" I smiled, handing over my notebook for him to read over checking for patterns and such until they called back for the final game. He handed me back my book as everyone filed in and I smiled giving his hand a squeeze for a moment seeing through his cocky confidence and seeing nerves. So I smiled sweetly to him giving his lips a little kiss "no matter what I'm still proud of you and I still love you"

"I love you too" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss before we headed back in, I gave him a smile and went back to my seat starting a new page of my notebook but I found myself not making notes, I was nervous biting my nails a little as I watched everything from Benny's hair adjustments, his ring fiddling, how he sat his feet under the chair, every breath and movement of his face but I did the same to borgov his every movement I watched for any type of sign of his play. As the game went on I worried more and more, still unable to pick up my pencil on my nerves at times holding my breath when waiting for a move until.

Fuck. He led him into a trap.

A trap I didn't see.

That benny didn't see.

And now it was far too late to escape. 

This trap had been building since his opening yet Benny hadn't picked up on it at all, in his confidence he walked into the bait waiting for him and now was trapped with very few options. I admit I'm not as smart as Weiss and Benny but I saw no possible way out of this, only delaying the inevitable fall.  

I wanted to cry, it broke my heart to watch as Benny realized this too. Making what few moves he could in the hope to escape this but the moves got faster and faster all of us knowing this to be the sign of impending victory even men around me began to chuckle at benny failure and subsequent humiliation. After another hour there was nowhere else to go. No other option. It looked like it killed him to give in but eventually he did.

And it was over. 

Borgov shook his hand and left his chair to go talk to press everyone, leaving of course to congratulate him and to hear his statement even Weiss left to see what he said. Benny didn't move, he just sat in his chair, hands together, his head slightly leaning on his hands, covering his mouth a little, hiding his expression. 

I got up from my seat leaving my bag and book behind my heels across the wooden floor. The only sound left now was the doors closing to the shuttering and speaking from the lobby. For a moment I loomed beside him unsure of what to say, or what to do. 

Benny was never the easiest person to read so I simply closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around him pulling him into my warm body, my head on his softly stroking his jacket and the moment I did. His stern unreadable confident persona shattered.

Emotion ran across his face, of anger, sadness, frustration for a moment tears welled up in his eyes but he batted them away running a hand through his hair.

"Fuck" he muttered his voice slightly breaking as he said it 

I didn't know what to say do I just held him tighter 

"You saw it. Didn't you?"

"Not till it was too late" I answered "I couldn't have told you even if I did" 

"I know. Come on. Long way home" the says getting up and fixing his jacket

"Benny are you -'

"Y/n. I just wanna go home." 

"Okay" I nodded "if your sure" 

We headed out back to the car luckily the room had already been packed up so we just had to stop there for them to load the car up, when the driver left to help the porter load the car Benny left too.

In panic I followed him through the piles of snow to the little River that sat beside our hotel. He went to the bridge and stopped looking out down the frosty river where icy trees loomed. I didn't go too close , I wanted to give him some space. 

"I don't know what I'd do without you y/n." He says 

"Really?"

"Really. I'm sorry"

"For what?'

"Dragging you all this way with me"

"Oh benny. You didn't drag me here. I always wanted to see Moscow, and I'm happy that I got to be here with you even for a couple of days" I smiled hugging his arm

"You mean it?"

"Course I do"

"I'm sorry for being a dick"

"You're not being a dick. It's okay I know what you get like I just wish I could help"

"You do help. More than you know. I don't know what sort of state I'd be in if I did have you" he says cuddling me tightly into his chest giving head a kiss "I'm just mad. At myself. For fucking up"

"Benny, Borgov is the best player in the world for a reason. It's not like you made a stupid mistake -"

"But I did though. Russians work together they planned it all out to fuck me"

"And we worked together too and none of us saw it coming till it was too late. You plaid incredibly well. Bested everyone but him while on god knows how little sleep from traveling all the way to Moscow. I am incredibly proud of you benny"

"Even if I lost?"

"Even if you came second" I smiled tapping his nose and giving his cheek a kiss 

"Your too sweet to me"

"I am?"

"How'd I ever get such a sweetie?"

"A very long list of reasons"

"You're not disappointed at all?'

"Not at all. Still there's always next year"

"Yeah Always next year," he smiled, "but next year. I want things to be different"

"Of course they will. We'll be better prepared next time"

"Not just that. We were technically breaking the rules given I've had you in my hotel room this whole time"

"I guess so" I giggled

"I don't want us to have to lie, and break the rules again."

"Well it's the silly church groups problem because of their views we only did it because they were paying part of the cost for you" I laughed watching the river a little too 

"True. But I'd want it to be different next year"

"Well good luck trying to change their minds on anything" I giggled 

"I know a way." He smiled "y/n. I didn't just want you to come with me because I wanted you here for the tournament"

"Oh?"

"I wanted to bring you with me, because I thought It would be a nice snowy place to give you one of your Christmas presents"

"Benny I don't need any of my presents early I'm happy to wait till we get home"

"I know but. This one's special." He smiled "I had planned to give you it when I won but I still want to give you it here before we head home" 

"Alright, what is it?" I smiled

"Shut your eyes" he Cooes 

So I did as he asked closing my eyes as he held my hand softly I waited for a moment my body starting to really feel the cold now my feet deep in the snow little fluttering flakes often hitting my skin until he kissed my cold nose 

"Open" he whispered

I didn't know what to expect so I slowly opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight a girl could dream off.

He knelt in the almost knee high snow jacket around him tightly snow in his hair where he had left his hat in the car, his skin pale where he was clearly very very cold down there a little black box in his hand open to reveal a small but still beautiful silver ring with an impressive black square cut diamond with a line of small white diamonds around it it wasn't too big of too flashy but wouldn't have been cheap I was stunned in utter silence as snow fluttered around us 

"Will you marry me babydoll?"

"You - you mean it?"

"Of course I do. I want you with me for every tournament as my wife. I don't know what I'd do without you do I wanna make sure I'm never without you again."

"Ohh benny" I smiled unable to stop my tears 

"Whoa whoa whoa are you crying?" He asked very concerned moving to his feet

"Yes"

"So?'

"Yes I'll Marry you" I smiled between my tears 

"You will?"

"Of course I will!" I smiled, hugging him tightly. He happily hugged me, unable to stop our kisses till they called us from the car clearly sick of waiting, so I held out my hand and he blushed a little slowly putting the ring on my finger "perfect" I smiled "How'd you?"

"I guessed. Did I guess right?"

"It's perfect for me"

"Hu. I just got them to measure mine and said go a size or two down for you."

"Well it's perfect" I smiled "I love you so much"

"I love you too, come on before we miss your flight home" he encouraged so I nodded holding his hand tightly as we headed back to the car.

[dangerous-disposition]

hi hello can i be greedy nd request ALL of the wips??? 😌😌😌 (ALSO- somno?? ur killing me 😩🥵)

Thank you SO MUCH for your request, and also to @matchingbatbites, @starryeyedjanai, @spicysix, @eriquin, @theheadlessphilosopher, @stobinesque, @patchworkgargoyle, and @sidekick-hero for requesting this as well! Y'all get 27-ish sentences!

This obviously deals in some, uh, somnophilia so.... reader be aware. It is fully negotiated off-screen.

Here are the links to all of my other WIP Wedneseekend Snippets!

"breakfast" [ completed fic ]

nile

notes that broke bee

notes that broke sandy

Anyway!

It was well after midnight when Steve woke up desperately needing to use the bathroom. He had used it before bed, obviously, but after the extremely active evening with Eddie beforehand, Steve had also downed an entire bottle of water before he fell asleep.

Slipping out of Eddie’s grasp was the most difficult part of such an endeavour, and not even because Steve had to be careful or anything; the man was an octopus and just kept trying to wrap himself around Steve as he pulled away. Eddie slept very deeply, especially after sex, especially sex that involved Eddie coming until he was nearly passing out, so manhandling him was not a problem at all.

Steve took his time while he was up, standing in his kitchen and looking out the window while he finished a small glass of water after being up and moving for a bit. It was always kind of nice being up when it was quiet like that, when everything was still and the rest of the world seemed to be sleeping.

Returning to the bedroom, Steve froze in the doorway with a soft gasp as the light from the hallway shone into the room.

On the bed, Eddie was mostly on his stomach and hugging a pillow now that Steve wasn’t within grabbing reach. His left leg laying straight while his right was bent and hitched up over the other end of the pillow he was clinging to. Eddie had kicked the blankets away, so the full expanse of his tattooed back, arms and legs were on display for Steve to gaze upon appreciatively. Even the wild mane of curls Steve loved so much was still mostly tamed in the braid Steve had put it in after their bath before bed, allowing Steve to see his sweet face.

Steve was fairly positive he would never get used to seeing Eddie in his bed, even if the man was in it more nights than not out of the week. He knew for a fact that he would forever be grateful to whatever force in the universe made it possible for Eddie Munson to exist and happily roll in the sheets with Steve, that was for sure.

Hurrying across the room to rejoin Eddie, Steve froze all over again when his eyes landed on Eddie’s hole, visible as it was with the way he was laying. It was shiny with lube and puffy from their romp earlier. Steve had bred that hole repeatedly, and while he cleaned Eddie up quite thoroughly afterward, there was only so much Steve could actually manage to get back out of him.

But seeing that hole, puffy and loose and wet like it was, had Steve’s appreciation turning into hunger and he decided it was time to try out one of their shared fantasies.

“One of these days, I wanna try getting you off without waking you up.” “Holy shit, yes please. Can you maybe… try breeding me, too?” “While you’re still asleep?” “Y-yeah.” “Fuck, baby, of course I can.”

He was quick with grabbing the cock he wanted to use, slipping on the harness and tightening it as he prepared a couple syringes. Steve wasn’t sure how far he would actually manage to get, but who knows?

With the lube and loaded syringes in hand, Steve returned to the bed and considered how he wanted to do this. Eddie was in the perfect position for Steve to just slick the cock and slide right in, but if Eddie woke up he would be face-down and not looking at Steve. That was the furthest thing from a problem for Eddie, who was very loud and enthusiastic about how he felt regarding being used while he was asleep.

[hllicn]

so i am absolutely exhausted from work today because i’m not used to working full fuckin’ shifts so i won’t be around tonight much unless it is in the gc but i am still plotting with a lot of u so there is that! i will try my best to be around to write actual threads tomorrow or the day after ,, im just phat struggle ,, a whole night owl tryna wake up at 8 am ...... who said that was ok ???

[jadedxrealityw]

-Truth Or Dare- Pansy Parkinson x Female Reader

    ☼-☪-☼

   Kody: Happy Lesbian Visibility Day!

   Movie/Show: Harry Potter 

   House and Year:  Slytherin / 7th year

   Request: Good morning/night! Hope you’re having a lovely day and make sure to drink water ! Can you write a Pansy x Fem!reader where they’re playing truth or dare and get dared to makeout in front of the people they’re playing with 

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, makeout, slytherin’s being dumbasses, if you don’t like girls kissing unfollow me please, 

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   slytherin’s were considered the most poised and proper house since most came from wealthy pure-blood families who acted like they were born with a stick up there ass. To everyone else the house of Slytherin was also the rudest people alive.

   those people have never been in your friend group clearly. 

   it was true, most of you came from wealth, but you also had shitty, racist, probably homophobic parents. It was the main thing that brought you together, the fact no one else knew what you had to go through just so you weren’t written out of an will or disowned. 

   it sounded shallow to most outsiders, but you needed the money to start your own life and finally be free to do what you want without the constant reminder from your parents about how to act, what to wear, who to hang out with, how to be a proper lady and all that bullshit. It was suffocating.

   enough of the emotional shit. It was a godsend that school year’s at Hogwarts were as long as they were because it meant you had all the time in the world to hangout with your best friends. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Pansy Parkinson. 

   Draco was the biggest hot head you knew and easily offended, but he also had a big heart under all that angst. When he attached to someone it was impossible to get rid of him. He clung onto all of you like a lifeline and even if he’s a little overbearing you loved him all the same. 

   Blaise was a calm collected fellow, very sarcastic and condescending sometimes. He talked so proper you couldn’t tell if he was insulting you really. Like Draco he also had a big heart, but would never ever show it unless you was with with Theo and to Theo only.

   speaking of Nott. Theo was the ultimate loner avoided all of you for your first year of Hogwarts, then he met Blaise and they connected very well. You all thought it was funny when Theo would be all quiet around you and suddenly light up like a star when Blaise walked into the room.

   he was like that with all of you now though

   and Pansy. She was the embodiment of ‘fuck you and your mom’ kind of person. She took no ones shit and you admired her for that. She was also a giant flirt towards you and only you. Compliment your looks, body, anything really. You thought of it as a joke t first and casually flirted back.

   you suppose Pansy saw that as an invitation to try something more. She’d randomly place her hand somewhere on you and trace random shapes in agonizing slow patterns. A tease at it’s finest. There were also the sides of her you found comforting. 

   you were always prone to panic attacks, something that developed from your parents nonetheless. She would always cradle your face and make sure you were breathing just fine or slip you chocolate frogs randomly because she knew you liked sweets. 

   she was your best friend, but with time your feelings changed and every little thing she did set fire through you like no other. Your heart would start beating so fast you were afraid she would hear it if she got to close. Sometimes you wished she did

   unbeknownst to you Draco, Blaise, and Theo all knew both you and Pansy liked each other and were both pussyfooting around your feelings. Pansy always thought she wasn’t good enough for you and you on the other hand thought that she just didn’t like you like that at all.

   the boy’s were adamant to see you two together

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   every other friday night all of you would crowd into Pansy’s room to have a sleepover- well you stopped calling it that after fourth year because Blaise said it was to immature for your guy’s age. He shut up real quick after Pansy said he wasn’t invited then. 

   each of you had your sacred tasks bestowed upon you if you wanted to be allowed entry to the dark cave that was Pansy Parkinson’s private dorm. Draco was in charge of getting butterbeer, Theo got sweets, Blaise had to collect extra pillows and blankets for you all to sleep on.

   and you and Pansy would watch idly as they ran round for said things. 

   “Finally, only took you three an hour” Pansy taunted as the three Slytherin boys walked through the door “Your not the one sneaking butterbeer into the dorms at two in the morning you lazy ass” Draco snapped back, holding the case of glass bottles in his hand. 

   Theo set the basket of sweets on Pansy’s trunk that was at the foot of her bed so he could help Blaise set up the blankets on the floor “Yeah shove off” she waves her hand before falling back onto the bed “Where’s Y/n? Is she not coming? She’s okay right?” BLaise asked, looking around the room.

   Pansy had to hold back a fit of laughter “She’s in the bathroom changing. Your dad is showing by the way” she snickers. Blaise scoffs and goes back to putting down the pillows.  “Why does she need to change?” Theo spoke up, taking a seat on a pillow.

   a grin made its way to Pansy’s face “Spilled some water on her clothes- she spilled water on her clothes” she quickly corrects herself. Draco narrows his eyes and looks at Blaise who gives him a knowing look. “Right” Draco says, knowing full well what happened. 

   the bathroom door opened and Pansy sat up quickly. You walked out, running a hand through your hair as the Slytherin girl eyed you up and down, unable to hide her grin at her shorts and matching black shirt on your body. “Hey Sexy” Pansy sends you a wink. 

   fuck

   you have learned to tone down your emotions around her, but still- “Hey” you reply simply nad go over to sit at the foot of the bed “Sorry for the wait” you say and they shake their heads “It’s fine, want some butterbeer?” Draco asked and you nod rapidly. 

   Draco begins to distribute the butterbeer amongst you all and that's when the chatting started. Pansy sat behind you and wrapped her arms around your waste, one hand holding her bottle of butter beer and the other wrapped tightly around you. 

   at one point she slid her hand up your shirt, stopping at your belly button to rub the cold metal of her ring along your skin. It made you choke on your butterbeer a bit and cough up “Are you alright?” Blaise asked and you nodded quickly, pointing to your throat “Went down the wrong pipe”

   Blaise seemed to believe your answer or faked it well because he went back to talking to Theo.

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   an hour later

   you all had pretty much devoured most of the sweets and were out of topics to talk about though Pansy could continue to insult Draco’s hair until her dying breath. “I’m fucking bored” Pansy whined, laying her head on your shoulder. Y/n.Exe has stopped working.

   “Not my damn problem” Draco retorts, popping a flavour bean into his mouth. You exhale, shaking your head. Weren’t your friends just the nicest people alive. “Good thing i didn’t fucking ask you then huh Malfoy!?” Pansy shouts. Blaise copies your previous actions and sighs.

   he reached up to rub his temples “May we not yell for the sake of my head and Theo’s” he says. Pansy was about to go in one Blaise when you spoke up “Yah, your yelling in my ears Pans” Draco shot her a smirk, knowing she wouldn’t yell after that. 

   Pansy flips him off with a grin “Sit and spin on it” she mouths to him and he just shoots her a glare “We could play truth to dare, heard a couple Hufflepuff girls talking about it. They said it was fun” Theo cut in, looking at his hands. Blaise’s face scrunched up a bit t the idea, but he didn’t say anything. 

   “Yes- your mine bitch” Pansy lets out a maniacal laugh as she points at Draco who looked more weirded out then scared “I’ll play since Theo is, what about you Y/n?” Blaise questioned. You shrug your shoulders “Sure, i’m always down to try things once”

   Pansy’s face lights up “Thank you babes. Now who goes first?” she asked. Blaise lifted his wand nd tapped the empty Butterbeer bottle, causing it to levitate “Pansy, spin it” he says. She shrugs and reaches over your shoulder to spin the bottle. 

   it took a couple seconds before it landed on the Slytherin prince himself. Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes “Fuck my life” he muttered as Pansy gave him a sickenly sweet smile “Draco, truth or dare prick” she said, keeping her wide smile. Draco looked like he was weighing his options in his mind. 

   “Truth”

   “What house did you want to be in when you were ten?” She asked. What a weird question. Draco’s face darkened s if he had seen a boggart, before he scowled “You fucking bitch” he seethed making you snicker a bit as well as Theo. “Say it~” she says in a sing song voice. 

   “Fine!” he shouts and takes a deep breath, crossing his arms like an angry child “I wanted to be in Gryffindor, like Harry Potter” the room was silent for a moment as you all stared at him blankly “Loser” Pansy laughs and he throws his arms in the air. 

   “I hate you”

   “Okay cool it Gryffindor” BLaise interjected, making all of you snicker. Draco narrowed his eyes at his mate “Your laughing now Zabini, just wait until i get you and your fucked” he threatens, but Blaise doesn’t have an reaction “Right...good luck with that”

   Draco spins the bottle and you all watch as it spins around for a couple seconds until it stops on the one and only Blaise Zabini “Well shit” he says with a deadpan look. Pansy gasped and covered her mouth “I can’t believe dad just cursed in front of us” she mutters to you, making you smile. 

   “Truth or dare Zabini?” Draco asked, a evil smirk on his face. Sometimes you forgot you were surrounded by Slytherin’s and your friends were assholes. “Dare since i’m not a pussy unlike my fellow housemates” Blaise grins, making Draco shake his head. 

   “Tell Theo you love him...in front of us”

   now Blaise wasn’t one for PDA and neither was Theo, probably one of the reasons they fit so well together. Draco was a dick for this one “I choose truth” he said instantly. You look at Theo who’s half smile turned into a grin. What was he planning? His face drops to a frown and he looks at Blaise.

   “You don’t love me?” he asked, his lip quivering a bit. What in the? All of you looked at Theo as Blaise stared at his boyfriend in shock “What?! No of course i do!” Blaise protests, but Theo doesn’t break from his character “Then say it” he persits. 

   all of you were stunned into silence, even loud mouth Pansy. Blaise looked like he was going to breakdown, which was an interesting look on his face actually “I- uh- what? I-” ne sputters, not knowing how to answer. Theo looks down at his lap “It’s fine i get it” he replies.

   he starts to sniffle, to make Blaise think he was crying which seemed to push - him over the edge. He grabs Theo’s face and makes him look at him “Oh my- i love you Theo. I’m in love with you. What has gotten into you?” he asked rapidly. Theo finally breaks and gives him a tired smile. 

   “I love you too. Who’s next?” he says, breaking away from Blaise who looked like he just went through all five stages of grief and is deciding to go through it all a second time. “Damn- that's tough” Pansy says, breaking the tension “Fuck you” Blaise snaps instantly making you all go wide eyed.

   you guys needed a dad swear jar

   Blaise huffs and spins the bottle, his usual smile with bad intentions coming back to his face once it lands on Pansy, who just sighs, mumbling some curses under her breath “Pans, truth or dare?” he asked. Pansy eyed him with a glare before smiling “Dare” she says. 

   you knew it was a bad idea

   “I dare you to make out with Y/n” he said casually, causing you to choke on your butterbeer “Excuse me!?” you interject “I didn’t laugh at you!” he shrugs his shoulders “Your just collateral damage Y/n, very sorry” he says. but you knew he wasn’t.

   “This is bullshit” you mutter, though the thought was making your heartbeat against your chest. Pansy shrugs nonchalantly before using her hand to tilt your head up so you were looking t the ceiling. This way she could reach you since she was sat behind you.

   Pansy leans down and plants her lips onto yours, leaving you shocked. You lose your grip of your butterbeer, causing it to fall, but Theo catches it. Pansy Parkinson was kissing you, the girl you fell in love with. This wasn’t a teasing touch or flirty comment. It was the real thing.

   and you loved it

   you reach up to put your hand on the nape of her neck to pull her in for  deeper kiss, feeling her grin against your lips. As you both got more heated the boys slowly left the room, leaving you two alone to do whatever the hell really. Good thing too, because it was only going to go further. 

   Pany’s free hand reaches up to wrap round your neck, not squeezing, but just gripping firmly to keep you in place. Fuck. Her tongue ran along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly for her to slip her tongue in and connect it with yours.

   you always forget she has tongue ring

   it was nice to latch onto, hearing Pansy moan into your mouth was an added plus as well. You guessed Pansy was fed up with the current position because she pulled away and pushed you roughly back onto the bed, pulling your legs so you were closer to her.

   she leaned down, hovering over you “I should probably tell you i’m in love with you before anything else happens” hse spoke, a wide smile spreading across her face “Why?” you asked. “because- answer the question Y/n, do you love me too?” she spoke, you could tell she was getting anxious. 

   “Of course i love you. I have for a long time” you say, matching her smile “You're telling me i could have been kissing you like this sooner?” she asked with a small pout. You reach up and loop your arms around her neck “Then let’s not waste anymore time then huh?”

   Pansy grins before kissing you again. 

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[feelin-woozy]

Title: Sins of the Flesh

Word Count: 4,541

Pairing: Stu Macher / Reader / Billy Loomis

Warnings: Trans masc reader, but pronouns are hardly mentioned so 🤷‍♂️. This is just pure unadulterated filth but that's between God and me.

Also, unbeta'd because I was not making one of my poor friends read this lmao.

Summary:

The two of you move together in a delicate push and pull. Despite the sloppiness of it, each movement was carefully calculated. Your lips are slow and languid, taking your time to strip Billy down as Stu’s is more steadfast and keen. It’s uneven, but it’s familiar, just another step to the dance the three of you have perfected.

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As quiet as the two of you try to be, the bed still creaks with each movement. One hand is locked with Stu’s by your head, the other threaded through soft blonde curls as you cradle his skull. Your lips meet, again and again, a weak attempt at trying to swallow the soft noises that threaten to spill from kiss bitten lips.

The movements of his hips are slow but deliberate, brushing against all the right spots that have your back lifting from the bed as you desperately try and push yourself closer to him. You could never get enough of Stu or Billy, for that matter. Each time calloused hands would brush along your soft skin, it would set your nerves ablaze. Their touch was intoxicating, even when you knew what those hands were capable of. If anything, it drew you further, like Alice falling down into the depth of Wonderland.

There’s something sick about it; it’s not something that should draw you in. But when those hands grace your skin with such reverence, you can’t help but melt into it. Teeth sink into your lower lip, worrying the flesh softly and drawing a sharp gasp from your throat. Your fingers curling into a tight grip within Stu’s hair.

“You’re going to wake him up.” You hiss as your eyes shift slightly to gaze at the man who sleeps next to you. You watch the way Billy’s chest rises and falls with easy even breaths with parted lips. He looks peaceful like this, and it makes warmth flood your chest. It’s a sharp juxtaposition to what the two of you were doing next to him. There was an innocence to the way he slept soundly as Stu fucked into you, tempting pleasure laced noises to tumble into the darkness that enveloped you all.

“Don’t really care.” Stu murmurs, letting out a soft laugh that washes your face with warm bursts of air. You’re not sure that you do either, not when he kisses you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth to drag along the backs of your teeth. Any anxieties or misgivings that you may have felt before wash away with the way Stu tastes on your tongue. You can still taste the lingerings of mint on him from when he had brushed his teeth earlier.

You lift a leg and hook it around the small of his back to drag him closer. The action has him letting out a rumble of approval, and the hand that wasn’t linked with yours comes to grip at your hip. Bitten down nails dig into the skin there, hard enough to make you squirm. You only hope there will be marks left to remind you of this and that this wasn’t just night that blurred into a dreamy state.

“ Fuck .” The voice cuts through the air, startling both you and Stu. You go to open your mouth to say something to Billy, but the words die on your tongue when Stu slams into you, sending the headboard to knock against the wall with some force.

“Like what you see?” Stu breaths turning his head to smirk at the other. The shadows play over his face as he turns his head, a dark glint in his eyes as he stares at Billy. “Wanna join?”

Billy stares at him for a moment, blinking away the sleep in his eyes as he takes in the sight before him. He lets out a soft, shaky exhale, cheeks flushing as he shifts in the bed to get a better look at the display before him before he nods his head slowly.

The bedsprings cry out under the rough pounding, the sounds joining in the carnal noises and the contact of their bodies. There was no need to be quiet any longer, not when Billy was staring at the two of you with a dazed look.

“Too bad.” Stu laughs; the sound is taunting and bold. It’s not the usual tone he holds for Billy within the confines of your bedroom; more often than not, both you and Stu were obeisant for the man. Chasing the pleasure that he controlled with cold, calculated looks that dripped with saccharine. But there’s something about Billy staring at you with bleary eyes and sleep still evident on his face that leaves Stu to toe the line of what he may not get away with ordinarily. “You’re gunna lay there and watch us and then maybe if you’re lucky, we’ll make you cum after.” His lips pull into a wicked grin as he dips down to press a wet kiss to the curve of your neck, nipping at the flushed skin. “Right baby?”

He doesn’t leave you room to answer, not that you could manage anything more than an intelligible babble at this point. And knowing Stu, the man would take that as praise and encouragement. You’re certain that the neighbors would be woken by the sounds that seeped from your bedroom. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin were almost deafening. You could hear how wet you were, and the pleasure tinted shame had your head tipping back against the soft pillows.

You move your hand, untangling it from Stu’s hair to trace along the muscles of his arms, feeling them flex under his movements before you dig your nails into his skin. “ Fuck, Stu .”

“Stu, come on, don’t be mean.” Billy’s words don’t have the usual weight to them; that mean cutting edge he held when he wasn’t getting his way. There was something more complacent in his tone that only came when he was pulled from sleep or too tired to put up a fight against a losing battle.

The taller man thinks for a moment, eyes bouncing between your face and Billy as he lazily rolled his hips against you. Finally, he lets a wry smirk spread over his face. “Fine, touch yourself, but don’t you dare fucking come.”

Billy looks at him for a moment as if he was contemplating the order. You watched the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, likely swallowing the urge to turn the tables and make Stu’s world spin on its axis. But he moves quickly but sluggishly, lifting his hips to shove his briefs down past his thighs. He kicks them off, sending them to land somewhere in the room as his cock springs free, bobbing against his stomach. Even in darkness, you can see how precum glints within the light of the moon that peaks through the blinds. He grasps his cock, lazily stroking himself as he watches you and Stu.

You tip your head back as you feel chapped lips drag along the plane of your neck.

“He feels so good Billy,” Stu groans, hips stuttering briefly before he drives into you with enough force to rip a cry from your throat. “So fucking wet for me .” he pants before his teeth sink into your neck. You feel the way his words reverberate over your neck, the action making you tremble. “Tell Billy how good you feel, baby.”

“H-hah, fuck,” You sputter as you drag the blunt of your nails down against his arms, leaving angry red lines to rise in their wake. Words don’t form easily in your mind. You have to fight to get anything past broken syllables past your lips; when you do, they come out in shuddering cries. “Good, shit Billy, he’s so good.”

You’re expecting anger to flash over Billy’s face at those words, at knowing it was Stu getting you like this and not him. Not that he hadn’t done this to you time and time again, but this paired with being forced headfirst into a submissive role likely wouldn’t have sat right with him. And perhaps if it was any other situation, there would be anger that brewed within his eyes. Instead, Billy lets out an unabashed moan, hips rising to meet his fist as he watches the scene that plays out before him.

“Can I kiss him?” You blink up at Stu, tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you stare at the man, searching his face for any form of permission from him. Tonight, it was clear that Stu was in charge. And you didn’t mind in the slightest; you were happy to follow his commands with effortless precision, like a devout believer following their scripture.

He nods his head eagerly, excitement flickering in his eyes at the proposition. Billy is quick to meet your movements, turning his head to meet your lips in a frenzied kiss. Billy didn’t hold back in kissing you, tongue eagerly brushing along yours as he moaned into your mouth.

The hand that was wrapped around his cock moves quickly, sliding awkwardly between Stu and you to come and pinch at your clit. It’s not the best angle, but it doesn’t matter. The sudden sensation still has you pulling away from the kiss as your back arches like a bow. You think you hear the two of them laugh at you, but you can’t be too certain. Too drunk on the feeling of Billy slowly toying with you and bringing you swiftly to your own release.

“Gunna come for us baby?” Billy whispers, leaning over and forcefully capturing your lips in his again. You nod against him, lips clumsily trying to match his movements. Your body pulls taut, muscles flexing and relaxing as you let out a scream that is reminiscent of a banshee, as your release drags you under unforgiving waves.

“Fuck, you two are so hot.” Stu groans, watching the way the scene below him play out. It was desperate and frantic, Billy’s teeth sinking into your lower lip hard enough to draw soft whimpers from your throat as you were fucked into oversensitivity.

You feel the way Stu begins to tremble against you, his grip on your hand tightening almost painfully. The movements of his hips are brutal, an unforgiving pace that had become stuttered as he neared his release. It doesn’t take long before he comes, a sharp cry tumbling past rosy lips as his cock pulses and he’s filling you up.

With a sort of reluctance, he pulls away, sitting back on his heels to admire the sight before him. The way his cum dribbles out of you, how Billy is still eagerly kissing you and how his hand is back on his cock.

Stu had to give the man props for not going against his word and bringing himself over the edge. Perhaps Billy was just as eager to see how this would play out. Stu lets out a contemplative hum before leaning over and grabbing Billy by the hair and drawing him away from you. He leans in close, dragging his lips over the curve of the man’s neck and drinking in the way gooseflesh rises over his skin.

“I want you to eat my cum out of him.” Stu murmurs just low enough that you almost miss it. Color pours over Billy at that, his cheeks turning a dusty pink that spills down his torso. “Don’t you want to make him cum on your tongue? Go on, see how good we taste.”

They move quickly, shifting places with each other so that Billy was settling between your legs and Stu was at your side. He maneuvers your body easily like you were nothing more than a rag doll to be situated to his pleasure. Not that you minded, it was rare that Stu was in a mood like this, or more so rare that Billy relinquished any sense of control, so you reveled in the way Stu moved to sit behind you before pulling you back, so your back was pressed against the damp skin of his chest.

Billy doesn’t waste time; he starts by kissing along your hips, slowly dragging his lips along the soft hair that covers your thighs. He stops to suck a bruise into the skin, lifting his eyes to lock with yours. It’s hard to fully make out the features of his face as shadows dance over him, but you still catch the wild look in his dark eyes.

“Don’t have all-” You jolt at the feel of his tongue gliding through your slick folds. They melt away into a breathy gasp as you lean back against Stu’s chest, who coos at you adoringly.

Billy moves his hands to run along the firm muscles of your thighs, the pads of his fingers digging in softly before slung your legs over his shoulders, holding onto your hips to keep you in place. A slight whine of frustration bubbles from within your throat at the sudden restriction; you wanted nothing more than to press back and rock yourself against Billy’s face.

Soft chuckles float through the air from both Billy and Stu, the sound mixing like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. Though you don’t have time to dwell on it, not when Billy is dragging the point of his tongue through your folds. You can feel the way Stu’s cum and your slick is pushed around with the tip of his tongue, and the imagery makes you shudder against their respective holds on you. Billy shows his pleasure with a low groan, eyes fluttering closed as he greedily works his tongue inside of you.

You shift in their hold, body wound tight as heat sears every nerve that runs through your body. There was no way you could escape either of them; you were trapped like prey waiting to be devoured by the two men. Not that you minded, it was blissful to be taken apart by them time and time again only to be rebuilt with their careful hands.

“Taste good, baby?” Stu breathes as he watches Billy, the warm air tickling your skin. The man between your legs lets out an exaggerated moan of his agreement as his grip on your hips tightens. You can’t stop the way your body writhes or the way Billy’s name tumbles past your lips in a fit of desperation as he begins to eat you out like a man starved.

You’re only absently aware of the way Stu’s hand moves along your chest, fingers dancing along the thin scars that littered your torso. His touch is merely an afterthought, a feeble attempt at keeping you grounded as your impending release coils violently within the pit of your belly for the second time tonight. Tipping your head back, you manage to catch Stu’s eyes in a heated gaze. You take note of the way he stares at you with a look that borders on manic, the way his lips twitch in the excitement that comes with watching you fall apart at their hands.

Eyes fall shut as you exhale a sharp breath, one hand coming to curl in the thick brown locks between your thighs, the other coming to grasp desperately lace with Stu’s hand. “Such a good boy for us, Billy.”

The praise has Billy whining, the noise reverberating against your core and sending bolts of lightning to shoot through your body. One of the hands that gripped your hips moved carefully, coming to brush along your clit. The first brush of his thumb was tentative as he observed your reaction. It was almost kind of him to test the waters first, opposed to how he would usually cruelly toy with your body well past the point of oversensitivity. Your thighs quaked around his head, and you wiggle in his hold, breath caught in your throat before he pressed his thumb more insistently into the engorged flesh.

It doesn’t take long now, with the easy movements of his thumb and the way his tongue dives into you fervently. You can feel the way your cunt flutters around his tongue, the way the muscles in your thighs tighten, and how Stu squeezes your hand, muttering quiet praise into your ear as you sob through your release.

Billy only draws back, sitting once he’s confident he’s fucked you through your release. He stares down at you with a predatory gaze, lips and chin slick with you and Stu’s releases. He doesn’t seem to mind as he licks lips greedily. You can’t find words yet, chest heaving as you try and put your mind together once more but to no avail.

Thankfully, Stu speaks for the two of you as he strokes your hair away from your sweat slicked forehead. “Was that good?” Stu purrs lowly, pressing his lips to the side of your head, “Think we should make him cum?”

Billy waits as patiently as he can as he awaits the verdict, his hands balling up in tight fists that rest along his thighs. You take a moment and let your eyes roll over his flushed and sweaty body, eyes stopping only to take in the sight of his flushed cock, beads of precum glistening at the tip, and dribbling down along the length. Finally, you find the words begin to form in your head, “I think he earned it.”

The excitement that Billy exudes over those words is damn near palpable. You can feel the way he has to fight against his carnal desires to tear both you and Stu to shreds for his pleasure. But he waits there patiently, lips parting in a shaky exhale as his eyes bounce between you and Stu.

You smirk at Billy before tipping your head back to catch Stu’s lips in a soft kiss. “Think he deserves to fuck one of us?” You ponder aloud as you feel Stu’s teeth catch your lower lip between his teeth. “Or maybe we should blow him.”

“Let’s blow him.” Stu murmurs, shifting his gaze to look at Billy. “He’s lucky he even gets that after rudely interrupting us.”

You give Stu a final peck before pulling away, turning to look at Billy as well. The man doesn’t falter under you and Stu’s gaze; instead, you see something fiery brewing within his eyes like maybe he’s amused enough with the game being changed by the two of you that he’s just barely willing to indulge the two of you. Thus far, he had gone along, so the two of you were likely in the clear of Billy attempting to retain control.

The three of you move around the bed easily, like a silent dance the three of you have perfected over your time together. One that should anyone else see, they’d fail to recreate it. Billy sits with his back to the dark wood headboard, legs splayed in a way that radiates confidence as Stu and you settle awkwardly between his spread thighs.

“Can’t wait to wipe that smug fucking look right off your face.” Stu laughs, long fingers raking along Billy’s thighs. Billy just smiles at him, feigning innocence as if he doesn’t have a clue what the other is talking about. A quiet unspoken challenge that you and Stu were happy to rise to if it meant deconstructing Billy into a sniveling mess.

And the fact he trusts you guys enough to try it made your heart lurch in your chest. You don’t let your mind wander too far, too caught up in the lust that hung heavily in the air to really dwell on anything softer.

Your hand wraps around the base of Billy’s cock and strokes him slowly for a brief moment, eyes bouncing between watching his cock throb excitedly in your hand and the way his eyes flutter at the sudden friction. The sigh of relief that Billy lets out when your lips wrap around his cock borders on being cute if such a thing could exist within this state of debauchery.

“Think he likes it,” Stu sings, and even without looking at him, you know that he’s smiling. Warmth in his eyes as he watches the two of you.

You start licking broad stripes along his cock, dragging the tip of your tongue along in a teasing manner that has Billy’s hips rising in a weak attempt at seeking more. Before you can hold him the way he held you, you hear Stu ruffling beside you.

“Ah, ah ah.” Stu chides, bringing a hand to steady Billy’s hips. You observe the way nails sink into the soft skin, a gentle warning. “Don’t move, don’t want you busting like a virgin.”

“You two are going to be the death of me.” Billy grumbles, letting his head fall back against the headboard with a thump. But his hips still relax, settling back down into the plush mattress. You can nearly feel the way he fights against rocking his hips when you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, but you hum softly in approval as you take him further into your mouth till you feel him nudging the back of your throats.

“I can think of worse things.” Stu shrugs with a snicker as he watches the way Billy’s fingers curl into the sheets below. He leans down as your head bobbed up, carefully maneuvering himself so he could lick at the exposed area that you hadn’t taken into your mouth.

Sounds of slick and enthusiastic sucking fill the space in between where Billy doesn’t groan. Spit dribbling down the length of his cock and smearing along yours and Billy’s chin in a way that has you feeling utterly dissolute.

The two of you move together in a delicate push and pull. Despite the sloppiness of it, each movement was carefully calculated. Your lips are slow and languid, taking your time to strip Billy down as Stu’s is more steadfast and keen. It’s uneven, but it’s familiar, just another step to the dance the three of you have perfected.

“Fuck,” Billy groans, thighs flexing as he fights against wildly bucking up into you and Stu’s mouth. It was messy and obscene, the wet sounds of the two of you working Billy’s cock in an easy rhythm filling the room. “Oh fuck,” The words mindlessly tumble off his tongue, and you can tell that he’s fighting not to spill then and there with the way his hips had begun to rock slowly and how his knuckles blanched under the force of his grips. “ Close .” He warned, the noise broken and debauched.

You pulled back with a pop, Stu following your movements wordlessly though he didn’t stop from tilting his head as he stared at you with a mischievous smirk and raised brow. You stare down at Billy, watching the way his chest rises and falls rapidly, the way his brows knit together as thinly veiled anger and annoyance flashes over his face. He grits his teeth, and you laugh at him.

“Do you wanna fuck his face?” You murmur, raising a brow as you stare at Billy. Any anger he may have previously held washes from his face as quickly as it had taken hold. Stu’s laugh echoes through the air with giddy excitement.

“Yeah?” Billy asks, looking at the two of you with skepticism, his brown eyes swimming with dazed pleasure as he blinks lazily. It was as if the offer was too good to be true after all that you had put him through. You watch the way he tries not to look overly excited like he wasn’t jumping at the first opportunity to ravage the two of you should that chance never come.

“Course, you’ve been so good for us, baby.” You hum softly, carefully moving from between his thighs to rest beside him. You grasp his face in yours, nails digging softly into his cheek before catching his lips in a slow kiss. A hand comes to cradle the back of Billy’s skull as you rake your nails lightly along his scalp.

By the way, Billy gasps into your mouth, you assume that Stu’s mouth is on him again. You know for a fact that Stu’s mouth is swallowing him down to the base when you watch a hand sink into short curls and the sudden sound of wet choking swirls through the air.

Teeth sink into your lower lip as a hand worms its way into your hair, fisting it in a tight grip that has you whining as the pain spreads over your scalp. Any pretenses of submission are quickly lost as Billy finds his footing with ease, easily slipping into his usual role now that the two of you had your fun.

The bed begins to creak once more, protesting against the almost violent movements of Billy’s hips. The slick sounds of spit and barely staved off gagging hanging heavily in the air. It made the air thick and smothering, and you almost found it hard to breathe.

Billy lets out sharp, stuttered puffs of air against your lips. The two of you weren’t even kissing at this point; Billy just held you there, foreheads pressed against each other as he used Stu’s throat to chase his own release.

“You two are real brats, know that?” He growls low in his throat, but his words tremble violently. You can’t take him too seriously when he sounds so broken and deranged. Though you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on when he got like this, so wound up that when the tension finally snapped, he was damn near rabid.

“Maybe next time you should put us in our place.” You whisper quietly enough that you aren’t sure if Stu can hear you, but you know that Billy does the way he snarls and nods his head quickly.

Not long after, Billy is crying out, the fist in your hair tightening enough that you cry out in pain as his climax hits him with enough force that if he were standing, he would crumble and fold like wet cardboard. You shift your gaze to Stu, watching the way he strokes his hands along Billy’s thighs as he dutifully swallows around Billy.

Slowly, Billy goes slack, relaxing his hold on both Stu and you enough that the two of you can worm your way out of his grip. He nearly deflates into the mattress with a sated sigh.

“I think he enjoyed that.” Stu laughs, looking at you with a dopey grin. His eyes are glossy with moisture, and his cheeks are rosy but still, even in this state, he beams at you.

Billy cracks open an eye to look at Stu and you before letting his eyes close again. A smile pulls at his lips, though, and you can’t help but preen as you feel the warmth that rolls off his body in thick waves.

“What gave it away?” You chuckled as you moved to settle yourself back into the bed. The depravity in the air had begun to subside, shifting into something sleepy, warm, and safe . You turn and press a gentle kiss to Billy’s chest before you rest your head there, watching as Stu fumbled with the blankets, dragging them over the three of you before he too settled into Billy’s side.

“Love you guys.” Billy gets out through a yawn, and the two of you murmured your love for him before you allowed the warm afterglow to slowly lull you into sleep.

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

felix x reader | part six of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, slight relation to sex, birth

↬ notes; this took so long lmfao i just had it sitting but i’m finishing up seungmin rnnn 🤓 i’ve been doing requests whew i just have EVERYTHING coming at once

u guys r really surprised 

u two had been in a relationship for four years now so this was inevitable as u two were putting off the pressure of marriage for awhile now

“woah, i’m gonna be a dad!! does this mean u have to call me daddy now?”

0_0

u r s e n s i t i v e

felix first notices this when he gives u a kiss in the morning n ur crying like two seconds after

:((

“why are you crying??!”

“you just leave so early and i miss you!!”

felix skips the day, not rly caring he just wants to cuddle u 🥺

speaking of cuddling u two r so cuddly together now

u guys just cant get enough of each other

ur at practice less often just bc of media and he thinks the house is safer for u

so the boys come over a ton more to the dorm just bc they wanna see u and spend time with u

he is so cute, whenever he sees you he’ll instantly be on his knees to kiss your baby bump and leave u with a light kiss on ur lips

u guys go to ur scan at the beginning of the second trimester

its hush hush and ofc felix has u with the best doctor hes heard of 

his hands are clammy asf, hes smiling and so dazed while he stares at the ultrasound

“look at that!! baby a and baby b!!”

felix is like, 

“oh im gonna pass out”

now he gets these corny ass JOKES like

“wow lix has really GOOD swimmers!!!”

“felix knows his way around the bedroom!!!!!!!!”

poor baby jeongin :( they are POLLUTING HIS MIND

he doesnt but this boy is scared shitless now, two babies?? thats a lot to handle

he likes to shop, a lot. 

for some reason everything is dog themed, puppies on everything and he’ll come home with bags of baby stuff everyday

lix is just so in love with your body

sweaters, t-shirts, hoodies, anything he owns, he 100% wants you to wear it

he might be a little excited at the thought of u in his clothes, it was usual but now u pregnant, he was a little MORE excited

abnormally this guy worships your body 100% 

he loves how easily you can just unravel, to the point of tears and have u begging for him to stop

ok lemme not ill start writing shit type smut anyways chile yes lix loves u A LOT in and out of the bedroom

mmm he’ll always be brainstorming names

aeygo for the babies 🥺

tons of kisses he has plenty to go around

he acquires a new skill called cooking 😣

ur his new favorite taste tester

he’ll read books for them both

tons of research on expecting twins and what to do

“hey, okay.. so i bought a pregnancy pillow, and like, i wanna use it?”

felix has this smirk, holding the huge pillow that is supposed to be a maternity one, but he much prefers himself using it as a regular pillow

he actually goes public with this, knowing that the fans adored u after being his girlfriend for so long nd u soon became a favorite for them

some shit like ‘stays meet your new members’ 😣

this guy has a knack for painting, his newest canvas is your large baby bump, doodling little flowers n hearts or animals on it, sometimes painting characters on it or whatever it may be

u two have this rly cute vlive together which consists of him painting ur baby bump, plenty of fun while he asked stays to tell him what to draw on ur bump :v

“ooh!! a ladybug!!”

he posts the finished project in nice high quality on their official instagram, showing off the many things he had painted

the dreaded bed rest comes into play

u are now nearing seven months, which meant that u should be experiencing labor or maybe labor pains soon

he takes his paternal leave, now indulging in ice-cream and gummy bears with u, rather than working out and drinking nasty smoothies

guess who has that sympathy weight 

(jk he just uses it as an excuse so he can just give up on his diet)

sleep all day

sleep all night

u two are honestly so tired for WHATEVER reason

lix is there to be a cuddle bug, pulling ur back close to his body, ur legs entwined and his hand on top of ur own that was on ur bump

its rly cute just try and picture it for a moment

u guys r trying everything to hurry and get to the end of this seemingly forever pregnancy

he’ll def buy two yoga balls instead of just one for u and he’ll bounce on them with u

who cares ab trying to hurry up y’all are having so much fun regardless of the fact u have to pee every ten minutes

u both forget the thought of it and just go with the flow

making a deal to go with the names for whomever u claimed aka baby a or baby b

i see ur guys timing to be during the summer so its miserable in ur house

its hot n stuffy

u two r just lounging n u both have popsicles, then ur just like

“oh! oh.”

it was a steady gush of fluid between ur legs and that was when the nervousness set in

u two just look at each-other in shock

“oh! we’re having a baby- um.. wow!”

he is abnormally good at keeping calm, helping u keep ur breathing steady and getting everything together 

felix is a pro.

u guys r kinda chilling in the parking lot just quiet and sort of nervous that the next time ur walking out of there you both will have not one, but two babies

“i don’t know if i’m ready yet.”

felix groans, grabbing ur hand

“ur right, ur more than ready. look at us!! parents of two in at least the next twenty-four hours!!” 

his hands r around u in a second to help u up and there to help u walk in

u two honestly decide to play games on ur phone to kill time

felix crawls into ur bed, seeing as how u looked extremely lonely, letting his arms and legs wrap around u n he’s just playing with ur hair

its honestly adorable

u two are really tired for whatever reason, falling asleep like this before u would be consumed in the late nights of being parents

these nurses wake u both up and are just like

“let’s see if we’re ready to meet ur babies!!”

felix is kinda scared but nonetheless he’ll grab ur hand and hold onto it with a smile

10cm woo!

if he wasn’t hyping u up before he is hyping u up right now

ur somewhat laughing and crying while in pain

yall r so weird

felix is there to wipe ur face with the wet cloth, or to give u a sip of water, rly whatever u need he is on it

poor baby just wants to be of help

“here’s baby a! it’s a girl!”

u two have at least a moment with her, taking in her small appearance, felix holding her out for u to see

abruptly cut off by baby b needing to make an appearance

“i don’t wanna do this again.”

“it’s alright, shh. we’re going to have two babies, two perfect ones. we have one little girl, let’s get ready for the next one, yeah? our two babies, you’re doing so good.”

they take away ur little girl while felix does what he already did beforehand

“here’s your second one!! we have a pair of sisters!”

u and felix are so overjoyed at this news, literally sobbing, u two r a mess

both r brought over to u, felix taking in the fact he’s a father of two girls, such small girls

ur both smiley while u kiss them n cuddle them, getting the nurse to take a picture of u two

ur obviously tired, felix emotionally worn out but having the brightest smiles on ur faces while u hold onto ur pair of newborn girls

he’s so proud, he’s the definition of a proud father

lix is holding onto one and he comes over to you, the other one cooing

“that’s it, my three girls.”

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[dragonologist-in-the-making]

You’re Here

Pairing: sirius x fem!reader

Summary: it’s sirius’ birthday, so the reader decides to finally confess their feelings.

a/n: eeeeee I’m back!! Sorry it was such a long break, I can’t promise this is a permanent return but it’s Sirius’ birthday today so I had to do a special fic for him xx hope you enjoy!!

wordcount: 2k

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He sat in front of the fire, the warm glow from the dying flames flickering on his face, in a way that could easily enchant anybody who happened to be watching the scene. In fact, it already had. y/n was sat on the sofa, pretending to be engaged in the conversation happening around her as she couldn’t help but let her eyesight drift back to the raven haired boy sat in front of her. She’d noticed this starting to happen in their fifth year, and despite knowing what it meant and trying to push the feelings away, here she was in her last year of Hogwarts, still hopelessly in love with her best friend.

“Well, I think I’m going to head upstairs.” His soft voice entered the conversation, as he stretched and dragged himself off the floor, sleep clearly weighing his eyes down. The group of friends all wished him a goodnight and a brief silence settled over the common room as he left, leaving the group of four friends to sit with their thoughts for a second.

y/n sat with her knees pulled up, thinking of her friendship with Sirius, how close they had always been. She’d been part of the Marauders since that first day on the train, and had always loved the four of them, but she couldn’t help the pull she had to Sirius. Maybe how it was despite everything he’d been through with his family, he was never scared to be vulnerable around her. Maybe it was how no matter how many girls he kissed, he would save his brightest smiles for her, and would (and had) drop any of them the second she had said she needed him, no matter how insignificant an outsider might have thought the reason to be. Wrapped up in her thoughts, she felt her cheeks warming, a combination of the warmth from the fire and the warmth from her heart. However, when a voice finally broke through the silence, embarrassment won over, heating her cheeks more than anything had so far.

“Merlin, y/n, you look like a lost puppy. Can you both please just admit your feelings to each other so we can get past this.” She glared at James between her fingers, throwing a pillow with deadly aim, smirking as he squeaked in surprise. “I do mean it though, there’s nothing to lose.”

“He does talk about you constantly. It’s rather sweet, if you forget how annoying it is.” Remus piped up, putting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “You both know how the other feels, you’re just too scared to say it out loud, in case you cross a line you can’t go back on.”

“And this middle ground won’t stop things from going south, if you never talk about it.” Peter added as the boys began to collect their things, clearly going to join their dormmate and retire for the evening. As they all said their goodnights, y/n sat alone thinking over their words, a plan forming in her mind as she glanced out the window at the glistening October sky.

…

She sat at her desk, November 2nd, folding the parchment once the ink had dried, sealing it and carefully writing his name on the front. She waited in the common room, heart racing as the fire died beside her, up much later than was healthy, but determined, the anxiety helping to keep her awake as she waited for the elves. Finally they came, and with a kind smile and a little pleading, they promised to take the letter from her and leave it and the end of Sirius’ bed, amongst the pile of presents that was undoubtedly there for when he woke up. She smiled to herself, glad that so far everything had seemed to go smoothly, and went back to her dorm to try and sleep, feeling finally that good things were on their way.

Sirius woke up to the cheers and whoops of the boys, singing a badly harmonised happy birthday tune. He laughed, sitting up and reaching to start opening his presents, knowing the harassment would only end when he had done so. He spotted a letter with his name on it in familiar handwriting, one for sure he knew hadn’t been there when he had gone to sleep the night before, and quickly slipped it under his pillow, deciding to read it when the boys weren’t watching his every move. He flew through the present opening, and soon enough his three friends were preoccupied in getting ready for their classes, giving him the spare few minutes he needed to inspect his most interesting present of all. He carefully unfolded the letter, his heart rate picking up as he spotted y/n’s handwriting and how carefully it had been written, free from the usual scribbles and splotches he saw when she wrote.

Siri,

Happy birthday, love, I know you were worried about today, with it being the first birthday since you moved in with the Potter’s, but today’s about you, and your real family are all here to celebrate with you, and for you, as you turn seventeen and start to think about life past graduation (with all of us by your side, of course). I know this is a slightly unconventional present, and I would appreciate it if you kept this a bit of a secret for the boys, for now at least.

I just wanted to say how proud I am of you. You’ve faced more than I could ever imagine and had to grow up so fast, but you’ve always been unwaveringly loyal to your friends, considerate and kind throughout it all, truly striving to become the opposite of who you were raised to be. I’m so, so, glad that you took my hand that day on the platform, bringing me into your carriage on the train. I couldn’t picture a life without you, and sometimes I forget just how insanely lucky I am to have you around. Believe that, because I know you’re feeling sceptical right now, but I mean it. You’re phenomenal in every way.

Y/n sat at the table in the great hall, eating a pancake and sipping on her tea trying to push down her nerves waiting for the marauders to come and join her as they did every morning. Hopefully, Sirius would have read the letter by now, and she could have some closure either way. Preferably not one way, though. She heard them before she saw them, the loud laughs bouncing through the Entrance Hall, recognisable to anyone in the school. Despite her nerves, she couldn’t help but smile as they walked in, enthusiastically waving to her as they walked over, sitting down in their usual seats. Some of the tension dropped from her shoulders as Sirius sat next to her, gracing her with a smile.

“Happy birthday, Siri.” She smiled, heart catching as his fingers grazed hers under the table. Was it intentional? “Get any nice presents this morning?” She hinted, hoping she could keep up the façade if everything crumbled around her. To her glee, his smile stretched a little wider, a glint in his eye she knew, one that meant he was keeping a secret. Luckily, she was in on it too.

“Couldn’t have asked for anything better.” He smiled, staring straight at her, winking quickly before turning away and filling his plate up with food. She grabbed his hand more firmly under the table, feeling her confidence grow even more when he squeezed it back. She smiled down at her plate, barely believing this could be happening. The rest of breakfast passed in a blur and soon they were heading their separate ways to classes. With one last birthday wish, y/n and Sirius were dragged away from each other, more reluctant than ever before to be anywhere but at each other’s side.

I also wanted to thank you. You’ve never failed to be there for me, whenever I’ve needed you, without having to say a thing. You make me laugh impossibly hard, to the point where I can’t breath and my sides hurt almost constantly. You have a way of twisting anything into something positive and you truly make me believe you when you tell me that things will work out okay. I think in part, I believe they will be okay, because it’s you. With you, everything is okay. In fact, okay is a major understatement. With you, everything is perfect and right.

After dinner, an hour full of more stolen glances and secret hand-holding, y/n had urged the boys upstairs while she carried onto the seventh floor, pacing in front of the tapestry until a door appeared. She walked across the room lightly, trying to focus as she decorated but her thoughts kept drifting back to a certain man, and even though she was fairly sure of the outcome, she couldn’t help but keep the nerves at bay.

You’ve always been the best of friends to me Siri. But if I’m being honest, for a long time now you’ve also been so much more than that. When I’m with you I can feel truly safe, like no matter what happens it can’t touch me because you’re there and you dull everything else. I would be lying if I said I was indifferent to your charms. You’re utterly gorgeous, and my heart flutters when you give me that brilliant smile, the one that I know you save just for me, the one that makes me fall a little harder every time I see it. Your touch is electric, nothing else can be simultaneously so adrenaline-sparking and so comforting. I love the fact that you learned to braid hair for me now that Lily’s all busy with James. Sirius, I love you.

And unless I’m horribly mistaken, I think you love me too. Our friends seem to think so. So tonight, I’ll be in the Room of Requirement with some music, waiting for a dance. If you don’t show, I completely understand, and I won’t bring this up again. But if you feel the same, I hope this was a good enough birthday present for you to.

Yours, if you’ll have me,

Y/n

She finished lighting the last candle, hearing the door handle turn behind her, and the soft creek of the old door opening. She turned, seeing him stood there, the letter in his hand, usual confident aura gone in favour of one that was utterly relaxed. Her face broke out into a breath-taking grin and she bounced forward the few steps that it took to close the gap, straight into his open arms.

“You’re here.” She breathed, finally feeling all the tension and the nerves leave as she admired him, eyes searching his for any trace of doubt and finding none.

“Of course I’m here, there’s no where else I’d want to be.” He smiled, stuttering her heart. “Thank you for the letter, I’ll cherish it forever.” His hand moved to cup her jaw, as the other stayed circled around her waist. She couldn’t do anything but stare at him, completely enthralled in the moment, lost in him. The record playing softly changed to a new tune, and Sirius slowly began to sway the two of them, moving ever so minimally to the beat of the music, neither able to look away from the other.

“I’ll write more.” She broke the silence, “I’ll write them forever as long as you enjoy them. I’ll give you everything I can.”

“I only need your heart. That’s already more than I could imagine.”

“It’s been yours for a long time. Keep it, I like the way you love it.”

“I do,” he breathed out, watching her eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion. “I love it. I love you, y/n.”

He leaned in closer, seeming to hesitate for a moment, looking into her eyes, seeming to ask permission. She nodded, maybe too eagerly, eliciting a laugh from him as her eyes fluttered closed and he pressed his lips to hers, slowly and softly moving together before they broke apart again.

“Happy birthday, love.” She smiled, leaning in again as the dance was all but forgotten.

[queenangst]

Prompt: izuku offers/gives OfA to someone. Who? I don't know! It could be in the middle of a battle, as a tactical decision or when he's bleeding to death, he could pass it on to his successor after a good long career as a hero, or in the hospital after a battle left him crippled or dying, future or present, a rushed or thought out decision, accepted or rejected, fluff or angst, I will love literally any iteration of this trope!

for my 30 min fic challenge / read more: ‘30 min fics’ tag

carve a knife into your own heart [read on AO3]

Her son is bleeding.

The first time Izuku gets a scrape on his knee after running too quickly and tripping on the floorboards, he cries. Of course he does—it hurts, and his knee is already streaked with red. Inko cries when her son cries, simply because he's hurting. But she still gently carries him to her and Hisashi's bed, gets a wet cloth and band-aids, and kisses it better. He's laughing again in no time, charmed by the All-Might themed band-aid and as Inko picks him up and swings him around.

This—

Oh, heavens and seas, she thinks. This is not something she can kiss better, not a wound that can be fixed with an All Might band-aid. She folds her jacket and presses down anyway, and Izuku—

Her sweet Izuku, her little hero, her son... he's crying. Of course he is—it hurts, and what's left of his shirt has already turned dark with blood. Her hands shake. She presses down, and hopes, and waits.

"Mo- Mom..."

There's some part of her that is very far away. She does this sometimes, when the world is just a little too cruel—or perhaps not so much the world but the people who inhabit it; her husband, Hisashi, who used to bring her fresh-cut flowers and then once a small paring knife before he left overseas and never visited again.

"It's okay, baby," she says. Pulls herself back in. "Just hold- just hold on. It's okay. Someone's coming. The heroes are coming."

He's not a hero yet. He's so close, he's gotten his provisional license, he's survived two years of U.A. and worse two years of fighting villains. With one hand still keeping the pressure on Izuku's wound, Inko scrabbles for her phone to check it as if it'll tell her anything. It's dead.

"I- I-"

"Don't speak," Inko whispers, and shifts so his head is pillowed in her lap. Smoke curls around them in their empty shell of an apartment, half-caved in on itself. They're trapped in what's left of the kitchen, saved from falling debris being caught between the counter and the kitchen island.

It's a small, cramped space. About the same size as the pillow forts they used to build together, but there's much less light and no comfort.

Izuku wheezes. His eyes are dull, but they're open and fixed on her face.

"Shh," Inko says, and leans down to kiss his forehead.

"No, I- I have to tell you... I... Mom, we're not—I'm not..."

Going to make it floats across her mind, the way her hand automatically signs her name on all of Izuku’s permission forms and paperwork. Always her; always the two of them.

"You're going to be fine," she says, her voice sharper than she intends. Her jacket is turning red. "It's okay."

"You ha- ah, Mom, Mom, please—" He jerks when her hand moves and makes a tiny cry of pain. "I need to tell... I- I'm so- I'm sorry..."

"You can tell me later."

"Now," Izuku whispers. He closes his eyes for a second, then another, then another, and Inko grabs his shoulder and shakes him. His face twists. Suddenly, green light sparks all around him—she's never seen his Quirk this close before.

Izuku opens his eyes again and meets her gaze. "I- when I was four... you- you took me to, to see the doctor. And he said I was Quirkless."

Her fear is twisting a knife in her chest. "I don't... baby, I don't understand."

"I was Quirkless," he says, and summons some hidden strength that carries him forward. "Until two years ago—I- I got a Quirk, but I- I lied to you. I'm sorry. My... my Quirk wasn't a mutation or- or anything. It was given to me."

"I- Izuku?"

"All Might," he whispers. "My Quirk. One for All, it's called One for All, and it's—he gave it to me so I could fulfill my dream. And be a hero."

Izuku, tired as he's home from the entrance exam, his clothes rumpled like he'd just put them on. Underneath them, bandages.

I have a Quirk now, Mom , he says in her memory. I- I can become a hero.

"Why are you telling me now?" She strokes his cheek. "You know I'm proud of you, Izuku. It doesn't matter if you- if your Quirk was given to you—"

"Because I want you to take it."

Before she can react, before she can do anything else, he lifts a heavy hand. Clumsy fingers drag across her face, catch on her lip; she tastes copper.

"Izuku?"

There's sound from outside, distant shouting, but she uses her Quirk and all her strength to pull Izuku closer to her. To hold him.

"Izuku?"

His chest rises, stutters, falls; rises again, but it's like every breath is getting shallower, and less steady. He blinks at her. Izuku's mouth parts, then closes again like he's trying to say something; and then he slips away from her.

Inko pulls him closer. "Izuku! Izuku!"

It's All Might who comes and sits next to her in the hospital, in the plastic, uncomfortable chairs as she waits for news. She hasn't changed. She hasn't looked in a mirror, either, but that doesn't mean Inko can't see the blood on her hands and under her nails and on her shirt.

"Midoriya," All Might says. His voice is low, gentle.

Anger flashes up, darting like a fish, and then fear, and then it changes again. She stares at him.

"You know, he wanted to be a hero. All his life."

All Might's brow crinkles. He looks so human in this moment, a picture of confusion, blonde hair framing his face. He looks a bit like her, lost and scared.

"He told me about One for All," she whispers, looking at her hands. They're covered in Izuku's blood. "And then he—he gave—"

She chokes.

All Might's large hand slides over hers. "He gave you One for All."

"I- I don't understand," she whispers. "He- he gave it to me to... to… and… I don't want it. I'm not a hero."

"He'll be alright," All Might says. "I chose my successor because I saw a light in him. It's not going to go out yet. I promise."

"I can't do anything with this Quirk," Inko protests, shaking her head. "You- you take it. It used to be yours."

"Save it for Izuku," All Might says. "And perhaps you're better suited than you think. You were his first hero."

There is now something Inko shares with All Might she didn’t before, but it is also this—sitting together, hands empty of something to hold, and the line of two different legacies waiting for continuation.  

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[ahkaahshi]

anything for you [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): n/a

word count: 1.5k

overview: your boyfriend does everything he can to make your special day as great as possible

notes: a commission for @tsumue​! happy birthday lia ❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day and that this helps brighten it just a bit! sending you lots of love!

The sound of the front door to the apartment swinging shut awakens you from your deep, peaceful slumber. Rubbing your eyes to bring your surroundings into focus as you sit up with a yawn, you glance over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. You’ve woken up a bit later than usual, you find—much to your satisfaction, since you’d needed the rest after a long and tiresome week—but it’s the sharp, blue numbers displayed above the time that draw your attention. The date is a special one that makes your heart leap with excitement and brings a smile onto your lips.

With a newfound energy, you slide out of bed so you can march over to the bedroom door. Shuffling down the hallway towards the kitchen brings your significant other into view and widens the grin on your face. “Whatcha doin’, ‘Tsumu?” you inquire in a sing-song voice, making your way over to where he’s standing in front of the counter, lifting small boxes out of a plastic bag.

He jumps at the sound of your voice and whirls around to face you, caramel colored eyes wide with shock. “H-Honey! Thought you were still sleepin’!” With far less subtlety than he probably intended, he throws a dishtowel over whatever it is he was unpacking before asking, “I just got back from practice ‘nd trainin’, so, uh… wanna do me a favor ‘nd close yer eyes real quick?”

His clearly frazzled state elicits a small giggle from you, and you decide to play along by shutting your eyes and waiting patiently as you listen to his footsteps travel around your shared home. Soon enough, you feel something come to rest atop your head that feels like a headband, and a small object being placed into the palm of your hand.

When Atsumu tells you to open your eyes, you see him standing in front of you, a fluffy, pink party hat on his head and a small party popper in his hand. Pointing it away from you, he pulls on the string to unleash a wave of confetti and streamers with a loud pop, and you do the same with the one you realize he’s given you in the spirit of things.

“Happy birthday, (f/n)!” he cheers, dumping a clump of confetti over your head and pulling you into a tight hug. His lips meet with yours as he pulls away so he can give you a few, affectionate kisses. “Love ya, baby.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at the tenderness behind his actions, and your fingers tangle themselves in his golden head of hair so you can bring him closer to you to reward him with a few more pecks. “I love you too,” is your gentle response given with a grin that spreads across his own lips as well, “Thanks, babe.”

“Please, hold yer ‘thank yous’ til the end,” he notes with a snicker, “Or else you’ll be givin’ a lot of ‘em today.” As he brushes a few pieces of brightly colored tissue paper off his Team Japan sweater, he makes his way back into the kitchen. “Gimme a sec, ‘kay?”

While he messes around with what he’s brought home, you wander over to a mirror in the entryway to check what’s on your head. To your amusement, he’d placed a headband on you that reads, in silver letters extending atop your head, “It’s my birthday!”

Once he’s finished with his task, he calls you back into the living room where you’re greeted with a plate of your favorite dessert. Plunged into it are two, burning candles that read out your age, and he gestures for you to join him so he can serenade you with what is always an off-tune rendition of Happy Birthday. He tries, and that’s what matters, which is why you pull him into a tight hug before the two of you dig into your sweet meal.

“Hey,” he mentions after you’ve both scarfed down your breakfast treats, “Why don’tcha go ‘nd get the shower runnin’? I’ll be there in a minute.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him and tease, “You’re the stinky one between us, ‘Tsumu.”

“Which is why I’m comin’ in with ya!” he groans, “Now, go on. I’ll clean this up.”

Rather than continuing your banter with him, as you normally would, you decide to go along with his plans and head into the bedroom. His hand planting itself firmly on your butt before you walk away doesn’t surprise you, and you simply chuckle as you smack it away playfully. It’s not long after you’ve stripped off and gotten into the shower to freshen up that he comes to join you and snatches the soapy loofah out of your hands so he can work on lathering you up instead. And when the two of you have finished enjoying each other’s company beneath the warm water, you find another surprise waiting for you on top of a set of comfy pajamas he’s laid out over the bed for you.

With wide, (e/c) eyes, you reach for the bracelet resting atop one of your—his­—favorite sweaters, and Atsumu carefully fastens it around your wrist for you. Gently, he kisses the back of your hand while you admire the way the dainty jewelry looks against your skin. “Atsumu…” you murmur, still in awe of how beautiful it is, “I love this so much.” It’s hard not to thank him for it, but you know he’ll tease you if you do, so you settle for showing your appreciation by showering him with kisses.

“Looks perfect on ya,” he comments when your lips separate, “’nd I bet it’ll go great with my sweater.”

A giggle bubbles in your throat as you take a moment longer to fawn over your newest accessory before getting dressed. In the brief silences that linger in the room during the pauses in your conversation, you swear you hear the television on in the living room. Noticing your gaze drift towards the door brings Atsumu to attention, and he rushes out of the bedroom to investigate. However, when you hear the sound of an argument echoing through the door—instigated by your boyfriend’s clear, “Oi! What the hell are ya doin’? Turn it down!”—you’ve already formed your suspicions, which are confirmed when you wander outside.

Standing in the center of the room, beneath an array of multicolored streamers and a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY! sign is none other than Osamu—a party hat perched atop his head of dark hair and a plate of what you’d had for breakfast in one of his hands. When he sees you, he puts the dessert down for a moment to place a noisemaker in his mouth and give it a blow as he shoots off another party popper.

“’Tsumu offered you some food in exchange for doing this, huh?” you mention after the two of you break away from a hug and he’s offered you his warm, birthday wishes.

He nods and chuckles before saying, “But, even if he hadn’t, I woulda stopped by anyway. Giving you a pat on the shoulder, he offers, “Next time ya come over to the restaurant, yer meal’s on me if ya wear that headband.”

“What about mine?” Atsumu butts in.

“It ain’t your birthday, ‘Tsumu,” is his quick retort, “Anyway, I’ll be leavin’ you two lovebirds alone now ‘nd gettin’ back to work. Hope ya have a nice day, (f/n).”

With that said, he grabs a container from your kitchen to take his unfinished dessert in before heading out again, only stopping to take a few photos of you and Atsumu together beneath the sign he’s put up when his twin nags him about it. Once he’s gone, your boyfriend makes a quick trip to the bedroom to grab, you soon find, layers of blankets that he tosses onto the floor.

“Blanket fort?” he suggests, a bright smile lighting up his handsome features.

Enthusiastically, you accept by helping him rearrange your furniture to construct a small hideaway beneath layers of blankets. After you’ve ensured that it won’t collapse in on you, the two of you fill it with pillows before grabbing a laptop to watch movies on and climbing inside. Atsumu reaches out towards you, welcoming you into his arms so he can pull your body flush against his and ensconce yourselves beneath a blanket.

Giving you a squeeze and pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he murmurs, “Wanna just stay like this for the whole day?”

You hum with approval as you nestle your head in the crook of his neck and pepper his exposed skin with tender pecks. “I would love to.” A short silence befalls the two of you, during which he takes to tracing little circles along the small of your back with his fingers. “‘Tsumu?”

“What’s up?”

“I know the day’s not over yet but thank you—for all of this. I really appreciate it.”

Directing your gaze upwards at him brings your eyes to his, and the loving look he regards you with fills your body with warmth. The kiss he plants on your lips is tender and soft, and he seals his gentle expression of affection with the words, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

fun fact that didn’t make it into the story: most of the guys from the team bought you a gift, and omi’s was a pair of team japan socks since he got worried about you when you said your feet were prone to getting cold.

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Awkward Moments

Landon Kirby X Female reader

Idea: “Landon takes female readers virginity”

Word count: 802 words

Authors note: I made this literally as awkward as possible. Dose have smut in it.

“Landon come on, it’s a school night. Can’t movie night wait till you know the weekend? Maybe then I won’t have to worry so much about this Spell test coming up tomorrow” You whined as your lovely boyfriend dragged you into the woods towards the old run-down mill.

“If we wait for the weekend y/n you be worrying about a math pop quiz Monday. Its never ending and I would get stuck waiting till spring vacation. Plus, I’m supposed to be person to remind you to have some fun in your life. Remember?” Landon says chuckling as you now walk willingly to the mill.

“You have a point… “You hummed swinging yours hands.

“Okay this is the time where you put that blindfold, I gave you on” Landon stops walking looking at you trying not to laugh.

Sighing “Landon, this better be the best thing ever. Because I do not like surprises” You warned taking both his hands as he leads you into the mill

“well, I don’t think you’ll be scared of this one. I actually had Lizzie and josie help me create this for you” Landon says guiding you into the mill. There where twinkle lights hanging up around the railing of the 2nd floor, and in the middle was a blow-up mattress with all your favorite fuzzy blankets and pillows.

“okay you can take the blind fold of in 5,4,3,2,1” He says and with that you took the blind fold off. You where beyond shocked about what he had set up for you.

“Oh my god Landon! Who knew you could do this” You said completely shocked about everything you were looking at.

“Well I just wanted to make this night special for us. After the crazy school year, we just had I thought we both deserved it” He smiles looking at you. “And it was honestly mostly the twins. My only idea I came up with was the fuzzy blankets.

“It amazing” You told him walking into the mill fully turning around to look at everything, but you turned into Landon. Laughing together you had fallen into Landon. You both landed on the mattress. Your eyes going down to his lips to kiss then back up to his eyes.

Before you knew it your lips connected into a heated kiss. One of both passion and desire. You had sat up to take your shirt off. But of course, because your clumsy and awkward your hair got caught on your hair.

“I need help” You whined with your hands up over your head as you were stuck.

He chuckles taking your shirt off for you “Just some daily awkward moments” He chuckled leaning up to kiss you again, his comment making you giggle too

The intensity of the kiss increased your hands in his hair. He hands traveling your body as if he had never felt you up before. Before you understood what had happened you were both taking off the rest of your cloths

“Wait!” You pulled away sitting up your face flush pink. “What happens if we get caught? Or someone hears?  I’m just-“You rambled

“Y/N its summer break. We’ll be okay” He chuckled looking up at you. You let out a sigh of relief before going back to continue.

His manhood lined up against your hole. This was it you where finally going to lose your virginity. You have been waiting for this day to happen, you have always hated being a ‘virgin’. And today that was all going to change.

“I um, am I supposed to be talking? Or is this supposed to be quite” You asked looking up into his eyes as he fought back a smile.

“I think its safe to say either or” He chuckled “But for right now maybe no talking?” He replied but it was more of a question. With that he slid inside you. The feelings where all new to you. The sensation you were feeling in your gut made you want to squirm, but you knew better not to.

Both of you where moaning at the way you both were touching each other. He would groan in your ear after ever thrust inside of you. You would moan in response.

“Gosh Landon I’m close!” You moaned your back arching off the mattress into his chest.

“Me too” He huffed out, both of you came together in unison. To say you had the best night of your life was an understatement. Minus some of the awkward moment.

“best summer night ever” You joked trying not to giggle but failing. He laughed with you; this was the perfect way to end summer vacation.

[spacegaywritings]

“Snuggles” - Part Three of “Little Tales” (an age regression series)

General Audience

Little Roman, Little Remus

Summary: Ree and Ro are cuddly when smol. When Ree comes in, teary and short of words, Ro knows it is cuddle time for not just him but his best little bean too. They snuggle up and babble about nice things. Ro colours and Ree just clings to him while holding a little goblin plushie.

Tags: age regression, little roman, little remus, plushie, snuggles, tears, soft, cuddles, post-split, darkness, mentions of Janus and Virgil, mentions of other sides, mentions of bad relationships to Virgil, rat mention, tall things, night time, absolutely adorable littles being together. Mentions of patton, mentions of dark/light side split, past warmth

Please be mindful to not tag/ add any ships or shipping content - this is age regression and there are no relationships of any kind happening. Please respect that.

Previous parts: 1 // 2 // ao3 1 // ao3 2 // ao3 overview // masterlist

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Story under the cut (Wordcount: 2k)

It was dark when Remus slipped out of his bed.

 Everything was so tall, so big. The little gently clutched his blanket. It was thin, soft. His favourite blanket. It was light grey and had little rats on it. They had different colours and were special and precious to him.

He patted the fabric, as if to pat his favourite rat friends. They all had names, they all had a story and a place in his heart.

He drew the fabric closer around him. It provided little warmth but it was as good as it would get for now. The smell was rough and rubbed his nose.

 It was still dark. There was not a single source of light in his room. His bed was too big, too spacious and far away from the door or the window.. Remus looked around, black wrapping around his tired eyes.

Darkness was scary... and he felt too small and tiny to deal with it. He was just tiny and wanted snuggled.

 And his little Harry Snuffles was missing, too!

 “Mean..”, he mumbled to himself.

 Remus had his blanket wrapped around himself, a bit like a cape. He held onto the light fabric and slowly stepped out of his room. His mind was hazy and somewhat light. It was hard to think but he had to pay attention where he set his foot on. His room was a chaotic mess and if he stepped on legos, he would cry on the spot. With calculated steps, routine-led feet guided him from his bed to the big door where he slowly pulled the door open.

 Just a small peek... only for a bit, he told himself.

 The little slowly tapped forward, steps soft, silent. He could hear Virgil’s music buzzing in the background. The dim purple lights illuminated the space under his door. Remus wanted to go to him but the emo was so mean when he felt tiny... Memories of their interactions flooded his mind and pulled his lips down. A small layer of liquid covered his eyes and Remus shook his head.

 No, he would not go.

 His eyes wandered over to the other doors in the dark hallway but he shook his head at them as well. There was no way he could go there. Remus took his blanket and quickly moved down the hall, putting as much distance between himself and the other doors around him.

 Soon, the lights and voices were gone. No other sides were behind him. Instead, he crossed the intersection of hallways and turned to move into the direction of the only room to bring him comfort during these trying times.

 He waddled forward and as he did so, he approached the big gate before him. It was already impressively tall but the closer he got, the more the gate revealed of its gargantuan nature. It hovered above his metaphysical butt.

 Hehe, butt.

 Remus hugged his blanket closer. He shook his messy hair. It was brown but a funny skunk-like strand started appearing in it. Janus had said it was because he was so stinky.

The little was not a stinky but he liked the word. Stinky, stinky, stinky. Stinki mans! He was a stinki boi!!

 He giggled.

 His small noises filled the room as much as his heart. The darkness of the hallways seemed to let go off him and he slowly pushed at the door to gain entrance. The big emblem, a red shield, parted into two halves. Remus sneaked through the little space between the two doors and shut it completely behind him. He tried his best to be as quiet as he could but it still made a muffled sound when closing.

 The heavy stone plates clacked together because Remus was not only a stinki mans, he was also a stronk boi! He moved things!!

 Once inside and having sealed the entrance, the little relished in the small victory. He had gotten here all by himself like a really tol boi and he was not hurt and did not make anyone angry. Also also!! Nobody was disturbed by him taking a walk around. Everyone was still napping hard. Remus giggled to himself again.

Pride welled up inside of them and he carefully made his way forward, his grip on the blanket softer than before. It was a holding more than a gripping or even clutching. He loosely kept the blanket around him for the warmth and comfort.

 It was only now that Remus took the time to look around and take in all in.

 Compared to his dark, chaotic room, this one welcomed him with open arms. There was a warmth in the caring hug whenever he set foot on the light side territory. Roman’s room was right at the edge of it.

 The little followed the strings of fairy lights hanging from the sides of the room. It was the perfect system to lead him over to what and whom he was there for.

 The sound of his steps were loyally muffled by the rugs underneath. They smelled clean and warm. Remus stood for a moment, simply curling and uncurling his toes. His feet shifted a bit and he walked on the spot, just rubbing his feet into the soft little nubs underneath him.

The rug was red. Red like his former self had been, too.

 Another layer of hot tears build up in his eyes and Remus sniffled silently, sinking into the rug. He had not even reached the bed he had came for. The little hugged his blanket, burying his head in it.

 “Stinki..”, he mumbled into his fabric. It did not smell warm, it was rather harsh and lacked any kind of hugs.

He rubbed his nose into it and whined at the missing warmth in his heart.

 “Ree....?”

 A tiny voice arose from the dimly lit room. Shuffling and rustling happened. It came from the bed and Remus clenched his teeth together, his jaw somewhat hardening.

 “U got my stuffy!”

 He turned to Roro, tears in his eyes and blanket bundled up in his arms. In his sniffling frenzy, he had started pulling it together as if to make it into a companion for hugs, a companion for who was meant to be next to him.

He sniffed once more, a pouting look on his face as he turned to the sleepy Roro. He was in his room, so it was not a surprise to see him in here.

 “Giv it back.”

 Remus stepped closer, rubbing the tears out of his eyes. Roman shifted in bed and patted the space next to him.

 “Ree...”

 He whispered, the words almost lost between them. The distance separating them was spatially just about a foot but metaphorically marked by a whole border.

 “Mn... Nu, I wan my lil fren back.. Wan my Snuffles back!”

 Roman tilted his head and sobbed a bit.

 “Awaw.. I - I wan my Ree back..”

 The addressed little cried and climbed in, holding his blanket dear.

 “Gimme Snuffles n I gib u cuddles.”

 Roman looked at him, eyes innocent and face soft. He shrugged and done in to hug his Ree and hold him close.

 “Snuffles..”

 He pointed at his lap, softly pulling the blanket away. It was a warm white with golden symbols all over. The fabric seemed to be cotton. It felt cold but warm and questionably comfortable.

 Ree saw his fren with his fren and slowly reached out for it. Instead of reaching for it, he took Roro’s hand and squeezed it.

 “Fren.. Frens hug n snuggle for hapy feels!”

 Happy tears rolled over his cheeks and Roro nodded, squeezing his hand back. He shifted closer to his Ree and hugged him closer. He inhaled the harsher smells he had missed, he bathed himself in the lovely chaos and the comfort of unlimited creative frenzy.

 They hugged, feeling whole at once.

 Ro nudged the other and patted the space next to him. Ree took the hint and they laid down together. The light side nudged the stuffie over and pouted a bit. Ree felt his little stinki toi return and he held Harry Snuffles close. It was a green cyclops with a big big club in his hand.

 The plushie was returned to his arms and Ree gently cradled him close. He sniffled, hugging his plushie against his face to dry his tears. Ro drew blankets around them and curled up with Ree. They had a next of warm and cuddly blankets. His bed had veils covering him from the world. The perfect addition when he got smol and wanted to hide and snuggle a bit.

He conjured up another blankie and used it mark the sides of his bed with more warmth and comfort.

 Ree looked up at him, a soft smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Roro, holding him close. Harry Snuffles was between them and rested in their shared embrace. The littles looked at one another after a while and giggled a bit.

 “Share!”, Ree demanded and Roro happily giggled, excited squeaks coming from his side.

 Roro shook his light head and patted his equal ever so gently.

 “We share? Share share!!”

 Another bout of energy hit him and the light side bounced on his shared bed. It was so big, but with Ree in it, it was just big enough for the two! Ro moved and grabbed his white blanket. It was big but soon covered their legs, then their upper bodies and even the pretty cyclops between their chests.

 “Shar’n s.. s gud.. s car’n”, Roro philosophised.

 Ree nodded sagely and snuggled up under the blanket until his face could barely be seen. His eyes and the light strand peeked out from under the white fabric but other than that, he was covered up. Roro pulled a set of pillows close and giggled as he patted one of them.

 “Wawamewons!”

 Ree looked at it and curled up, poking it a bit.

 “Hihi.. wawawemons”, Ree chuckled under his breath. Ro’s voice dissolved into another set of giggles and he carefully drew Ree closer.

 “Siwwy!”

 Ree giggled, nodding.

Little tears built up at the corner of his eyes and he grinned at his Roro, enjoying the fruits all over the pillow. Ree curiously tugged it closer until it was between them. His hands moved to place the cyclop’s head on the pillow as if Harry Snuffles was to sleep.

 “Hawwy gets scawwy! Needs lotsa lotsa snugs!”

 DEmonstratively, he placed his arms around the stuffie and Roro did as told, holding Ree and the pillow-Snuffles combination.

 “We.. we snug.. n .. n we hug”, he mumbled, speech slurred.

 To enforce his point, Ro nodded weakly. It was barely visible and Ree felt the same. His body felt heavy with the warm and heavy blankie on them. Roro holding him was nice and the smell made his eyes flutter shut and then make them too heavy to stay open!

 He blabbered a bit.

 “Mwen, mwean,, eys... he-heb,,hebby,,-”

 His speech was just as unclear as Roro’s but that was because the little was fighting every bit of sleepy whims. His eye lids shot up for a moment but immediately fell back to sleep and when he tried to kick his legs to annoy the other or move the blankie, his limbs were too heavy to be moved.

 He fought his eyes open one more time, catching a last glimpse of Roro holding him close and the watermelon pillow between them where Mister Snuffles was located on.

Before him was the comfort and the warmth he missed ever since the split.

 “Mw..k..kin..”, he started but he fell asleep before he could say any more. His hands were around Roro and another one rested on Snuffle’s upper arm.

 His mind was foggy, thoughts lame as the overwhelming tiredness lulled him back to sleep with tempting dreams and memories of being whole.

He sighed in his sleep, sleepy head letting go off his grip on the reality that was the mindscape.

 In a few hours, he could wake up again and be the stinki mans Janus saw in him.. but until then, he would be with Roro and snuggle and feel loved like when Patton used to when he made him his rat blankie.

 He sniffled.

 It was good to be back.

[fangirlovestuff]

Shopping with Chris Evans

a/n - hey lovely people! this is a bit rushed but i really wanted it to come out today so i’m sorry in advance for any mistakes! (also i promise i’m working on updating Cycle soon!) enjoy<3

Warnings: implied smut i guess? idk it’s more like thirst, nothing graphic

when you and chris went to get groceries you mostly did it together

especially when you were both busy, it was a fun way for you both to have some time together and also be useful

holding hands, engaged in a quiet conversation, you stroll across the  aisles picking up what you needed

chris always insists on picking up something sweet for you to enjoy

“we bought ice cream last week!” you said, in a meek attempt to keep a somewhat healthy diet

“but this is chocolate so it has nothing to do with ice cream!”

you refrained from reminding him you bought chocolate-flavored ice cream, because honestly he picked up your favorite chocolates so you didn’t really have the heart to argue about that

generally speaking, chris cared about his clothes way less than you did

whenever there was a special occasion either you, Lisa or Scott picked out his clothes because he couldn’t really be bothered

also, ever since you saw him in that blue velvet suit you picked out for him…

let’s just say if that’s always the outcome of you picking out his clothes, he’ll gladly let you do it every time

but anyway, every time you two went shopping together it was great fun

for you anyway

you got to drag chris around to look at clothes you liked

“do you like it?” you went out of the booth and spun around, showing him the shirt you were trying on

“yeah it looks great”

he was clearly not looking though, paying attention to his phone instead of you

so naturally, you told him to wait here and you were gonna pick up something else to try on

you found an underwear set you liked and smirked

you went back in, putting it on and calling chris

“babe can you come help me with this?”

he went in, looked up from his phone and his jaw nearly hit the floor

it wasn’t even fancy lingerie, you just look that good😌

suffice to say he started paying more attention from than on

ok but coordinating outfits??

yes pls

you orchestrated it, but chris loved it when you matched

and when you have kids you’re totally making them match with you (but like when they’re babies lol)

speaking about that, when you shop for your babies>>>

You looked around the store and then back at your list, making a mental note of everything you needed before putting it back in your pocket

chris was standing next to you, squeezing your hand in his

“okay, we’re gonna need some pillows from here, and then we can go get some clothes”

since you already had the nursery pretty much set up, baby monitor and all, you and chris were doing some more light baby shopping

once you finished with the pillows you led your way to a baby clothing store

it was the first time you were going to buy baby clothes

everything else you had was gifted to you by friends and family members

you wanted the gender to be a surprise, so you were aiming to buy some gender-neutral stuff

you looked around the shop together for a while, chris still holding your hand tightly

you got into one aisle, each turning to look at another side of it

“look at this!” you both said in unison

you turned around to find chris holding a onesie that said “my first football season”

you were holding onto a onesie that had a picture of a cartoon darth vader on it, saying “the force that awakens you”

you both laughed 

“dork,” you smiled, grabbing the onesie from his hand to feel the fabric

“nerd,” he stuck his tongue out at you and you returned the gesture

both of you burst into laughter, quickly shushing each other because you were in public

you ended up buying both of them (and more) of course

before you got pregnant, you sometimes looked at the windows of shops like this, wishing you had a baby of your own to buy cute clothes for

now, that dream was a reality, and you couldn’t have a better person by your side to have that with

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[angelkurenai]

Qualified cuddler - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Title: Qualified cuddler

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: oh my god could you write a tom hiddleston one where y/n is part of the crew cast while filming ragnarrok and they get on very well and everybody loves her, she’s got great style. she’s been sleeping bad a few days and ends up falling a sleep on tom’s lap “be my extra pillow please” and tom’s like “fuck i love this girl (slightly altered)

A/N: Love to get to write the requests, but until I’m done with the current ones I won’t be accepting any more new ones. Thank you!

“Another cup of coffee? I see you've found a whole new appreciation for the beverage, love. Is this the third one today? That's more times than we've talked to each other today.”

You would be lying majorly if you said that you didn't smile the second you heard the soft accented voice, more than you had smiled in the past eight hours. A smile that was only accompanied by a weight lifting off your shoulders. It seemed like whenever you looked at the man your day got ten times better and it definitely had nothing to do with your feelings for him. Not at all... or maybe a little bit. On the other hand your costar and great friend was probably one of the kindest and most considerate people you'd met, so it would be impossible for such a sweet person as Tom to not brighten your day just by giving you a smile.

However, these days had been a lot more than just hard on you, that really even Tom's bright smile and comforting gaze couldn't do enough to make it better. And even more, to give you the sleep you so desperately needed but couldn't find.

“Why, yes. I have never appreciated it as much as now. It seems almost like I've just fallen in love.” you closed your eyes for a small peaceful seconds when he kissed your temple, finding such comfort and relaxation that it surprised you very much pleasantly.

“Ah so you've replaced me? Oh the pain!” he placed a hand over his chest a little bit too dramatically that you couldn't help but chuckle. It came out a little more nervous than you'd like mostly because of how his words made your heart skip a beat or two. Despite your worn-out body and tired, sleep-deprived brain, the effect this man could have on you was unparalleled.

“So it seems. Unfortunately you've been dethroned. The first place in my heart belongs to coffee now.” you raised your cup, smiling before you took a large sip and folding the papers with script for the scene you were supposed to be filming in three hours, you placed them neatly away. It wasn't as if you had been able to read past the same first sentence anyway.

Still with a smile on your lips, much softer, you said “Careful though, if Mark or Scarlett hear us right now there will be nosaving this, I'm telling you.”

“Odin help us.” his eyes widened and he looked around frantically “I sure hope they're not anywhere near. There would be no hearing the end of it. For all I know, they will bring it up on some interview. They even have gotten matching T-shirts which I hope I don't see, either. Something about shipping us and-” but his words came to a halt when he noticed the frown that had set upon your own face. It was so subtle – or maybe present 24/7 the past couple days to the point people and stopped ignoring it or maybe, you believed, they didn't get to notice it in the first place. Being an actress and spending so much time filming not one but two of the biggest and most demanding movies in the past ten years in the MCU meant that not many had the chance to notice let alone consider the reasons why you were so exhausted these days. Not many... but certainly one.

“Feeling tired again, darling?” he asked softly, voice even more soothing and calm than before, as he pressed his palm to your cheek.

“Wha- Uh.” you shook your head, trying to give him a reassuring smile “No. I only zoned out for a second, sorry. I'm fine, I'm really fine. See, I've got my two loves right here with me. What else can a girl need?”

“While I am flattered or maybe a lot more than that, I'd much rather ignore my skipping heartbeat for the moment and... hear you say the truth this time.” you almost couldn't comprehend what he was asking from you because his own words managed to make your heart skip beats and you blessed this man for making you feel more alive than you had in the past three days “You look terrible, darling. Don't get me wrong, you're always ravishing but- Have you been getting any sleep lately? I feel scared sometimes that you're going to pass out a-and at first I thought you were only stressed – which got me just as worried – but then you stopped being as focused, you're constantly silent a-nd look like you might pass out any given moment. You look... exhausted. And it just... breaks my heart to see you like this.”

“You're far too good for me, you know that?” you looked at him through your lashes, biting your lower lip but he only shook his head.

He sighed softly “I'd rather say it's the other way round. But we're not talking about that, are we?”

“No, I think we're rather talking about how jealous you are of this coffee replacing you in my heart.” you said with a smile that felt too light and not just as tired as every other one these days.

“And as I previously said, I'm terribly hurt and I will definitely fight to gain my place back on the first spot by all means necessary.But you still are avoiding the topic, dear.” his smile fluttered a bit “So I am only going to ask you. Is everything alright? Are you alright? Is something troubling you o-or is there a problem you'd... like to talk about? You know I'm always here for you and if I could help in any way, I'd very much love to. I- I know it's possibly not my place to ask because I'm really no more than a colleague-”

“Tom” you couldn't help the gasp that left your lips, your eyes all-but-widening “Do you really believe that?”

It seemed like he did have his doubts, yes, and seeing you feel so shocked over his words managed to earn a smile from him as he nodded his head and corrected “I apologize. No. I do think after two years we're more than just that. And even if I don't really know my place-” he let out a small shaky breath “I still do want to know what's troubling you so much and if, in any way, I can help.”

“It's not anything too bad, Tom. Really, not something you should worry yourself with. I-” you scoffed a small laugh “I doubted anyone would notice to be honest. Nobody else had so far.”

“Well, I sure hope I'm not somebody else, for one. And for another-” he slowly took the cup of coffee from your hand “I do really care. Care for you. And care to know. That's why I pay attention.”

It wasn't as if you really had much strength in you to fight, given how tired you were all the time, but when it came to Tom things got even harder. One look at those blue eyes and you found that every part of your will slipped away. You secretly thought he knew it and used it to his advantage every time he could.

“It's not someth-” you shook your head, stopping yourself “I really shouldn't bother you with this. It's not that important. There's nothing to-”

“It is to me if it concerns you. And there clearly is something. Love-” he took your hand in yours, locking fingers with yours and brining it to his lips to kiss the back of it “Tell me.”

“You know-” you felt your throat close, tears welling up in your eyes from all the stress that had piled up the past couple days “You're making it really hard for me to say no to you lately. And that's not good. Not good at all.”

“Well, although I'm not really a fan of it, I think it best sums up things: Eye for an eye hm?”

Biting your lip, you looked down at your hands before letting a small sigh of defeat “I'm only incredibly nervous about my upcoming scenes. There. I said it. And it sounds as stupid out loud as it did in my head.”

“Oh darling.” you took notice of the smile forming on his lips, sympathetic and certainly very relieved but at the same time caring as always. You, however, couldn't stand to think that he'd laugh at you so you tore your eyes away from him and biting your lip you finally managed to mumble a soft sentence.

“Don't laugh at me. What with my character having a bigger part in the story and what with Kevin saying he wants me to lead the new phase- which, I never even asked for by the way, it's not really easy on my sanity and therefore sleep a-and now it's been- Gosh, I've lost count of the nights I haven't slept and it's all piling up because I- I can't sleep at night but I also have to stay awake at ay because of filming and therefore drink so much coffee that it's not healthy but I know I have to in order to-”

“Whow whow. No. No, no no. (Y/n)-” before you could even comprehend it, you felt a pair of hands cup your face only to force you to look into Tom's impossibly blue eyes “Love, I would never laugh for something like this. Especially something like this. It's just that- You never cease to amaze me, dear. Gosh, you are truly incredible, do you know that?”

“Tom... it's not nice to make fun of your friends, you know.” you mumbled, even more weakly than before as your eyes casted down for a few seconds.

“I'm not! I could never be, dear, you know me. It's just that-” he shook his head softly, letting only a moment of silence pass – a moment that really peaked your interest if you were entirely honest – before you felt a pair of lips press on your forehead and you couldn't fight the small sigh of content that escaped your own lips “You are so wonderful. The love you have for what you do, the passion and energy you put into it that, while I don't approve of you exhausting yourself, is something so beautiful to watch because in the end you create real art with your very own being. All of the acting, every scene, is also a part of you that you are about to give to the world and it amazes me.”

“Alright-” you were biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot but you were failing miserably both at that and at not blushing bright red at his words “That sounds a lot better than what I said.”

Your words earned a soft chuckle from him but they didn't manage to wipe out all of his worry. Taking a better look at him you noticed his eyebrows had pulled into a frown once more, although less obvious this time. “It's not really any better, though. You're going to fall down if you keep going like this.”

“I'm doing well so far, aren't I? There's no need to make such an issue out of this, Tommy.” despite how touching it was to see him care so deeply for you, you didn't want to burden him with your problems so instead you tried to put on a small smile and make it as believable as possible before adding “But if you want to make this fun, we can bet on how long it will take me to fall down. I'm sure I could last-”

“I'm not going to make fun of it because it is not something to be taken lightly. Not to me. As a matter of fact, I-” you would have gotten completely distracted – especially in your light-headed sleep-deprived state – by the way his fingers slipped so casually and easily between yours and lingered, just a few long seconds that had your heart leaping to your throat, but you were more than alert when you felt your cup of coffee slip from your grasp as he took it away. Your eyes widened and a small gasp left your lips at the same time. He completed with “Am gonna do much more.” but you didn't have a mind for that.

“No, Tom!” you reached for it but he he held the cup further away from you “Tommy, please.”

“Starting with this. You don't need any more coffee than you've already had. It's bad for your health, especially if we consider the fact that you haven't eaten more than half a sandwich all day. And yes, I've noticed. As I told you, I pay attention to the things that matter to me.” you would have melted at the caring tone in his voice and probably just kissed the living heaven out of him right then and there but he was still mercilessly holding your coffee away from you and it didn't make things easy for you.

“Tommy, give me my coffee back. Please, I need it!” you pleaded with him, trying to give him the most adorable puppy eyes you could master “I won't be able to go for the rest of the day without it.”

“I'm pretty sure that everyone would say that you will in fact make it if you don't have this coffee. And to make sure of it-” before you even had the chance to protest you watched the man drop the cup into the closest bin, earning a squeak of surprise barely even a yelp before you watched him turn back to you with a satisfied smile “There. No more coffee for today.”

“But Tom, I-” you let a small whine “I'm gonna fall down without that. I need the caffeine to keep me awake!”

“Oh no, the exact opposite. The caffeine is what's going to make you fall down. You're not looking out for your health and diet and with the lack of sleep I don't even want to think of what could come.” this time he used a more stern voice that made you look down like a kid being scolded “And I'm going to do anything I can to make sure that it doesn't. Starting now. You have some time before your next scene, am I right?” he asked and you gave him a hesitant nod “Good, then we're going to make most of it. Come here.”

“Wha-” you didn't really try hard to protest against him taking hold of your hand, but still frowned when he led you towards one of the small armchairs that was part of the set that you were going to have a scene in next. However, a gasp escaped your lips when he sat down and, still holding your hand, he dragged you with him and before you could understand it you were falling on his lap.

“Tom!” you squeaked out, eyes all wide and you prayed that at least your face wasn't bright red despite how hot it felt “What are you-”

“I said I'm looking out for you. At least more than I usually am. I've taken it upon myself to make you feel better, get over your problems and have a good night's sleep again. And we're getting started right now. Don't think this will be the end of it because I'm very stubborn as you may know, so be prepared for more time with yours truly. Like, a lot more. In and out of set. You won't get rid of me easily.” you couldn't say that sounded like the best thing in the world out loud, not when you were holding your own breath.

“While I'm not protesting to that... What does that have to do with, well, this?”

“Simple.” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your middle, letting you lean on his side “You have time, just about right enough for a quick nap and more often than not, having another source of heat like another body of someone you're comfortable with, helps a lot. So that's what you're going to do until it's time for filming. Or at least try to. Even if you get thirty minutes, it's worth it.”

“I don't doubt your magic, but Tommy, seriously? Anybody could walk in! How are you going to explain this to them? It's not really the most professional thing to-”

“Alright let me stop you right there because you're rambling without a single breath and that's not a way to relax. Deep breath first. Deep breath, (Y/n).” he gave you a stern look and you did as told, despite the small roll of your eyes “Good. And if anyone has any questions I'll be the one to answer, not you. Not that anybody will hold it against you, you know everyone loves you. Unless you have a problem them thinking something else of this perhaps...?” he raised a small eyebrow but you shook your head.

“No, no of course not Tommy... Unless it's Mark or Scarlett that runs into us we're safe.”

“Then let's hope they don't. I value your sleep more than anything else though, so I don't know if I'm going to engage in any conversations though. Much less try to avoid what they'll have coming.”

“Sleep, yeah.” you scoffed with a fond smile, resting your head on his shoulder “As if that's even a possibility, Tommy. We both know it, you're wasting your time here.”

“No I'm not. Even if you don't get to sleep we both know it's worth the effort and far from a waste of time to be with you. And stop calling me Tommy, it's distracting the way you say it and I don't plan on sidetracking. You are going to besleeping here, no matter what.” he kissed the top of your head and this time you let your smile show.

“While I don't mean to doubt you, and you're exceptional soft and comfy, it's nearly impossible for me to relax.” you whispered although you had slowly but surely started losing track of yours words. His thumb had started rubbing soothing circles on your back, making your heart rate slow down to such a degree that you couldn't believe how calm you were already feeling. It seemed that with the combination of his soothing voice, soft cologne and warm body you really had no way of escaping it.

“Dare you say I'm not qualified enough for cuddles?”

“Oh no, by all means.” you giggled and it took a couple seconds for your brain to register how sleepy that giggle was and that you had et a pause way longer than expected to follow, as if zoning out or as if – surprisingly so – fading in and out of sleep “You're the perfect pillow. Soon... they'll be looking around for you because... because I'll steal you away for... personal use. You'll... be my extra pillow... from now on. If... I ever manage... to fall asleep... again.”

You hadn't realized it that each pause lasted longer and that your eyes lingered closed even more with each blink. Your breathing was slowly becoming more even too.

“Then I'll gladly be your pillow... for the rest of your life.” he only whispered as he kissed the top of your head, no other thought in his head but how much he loved you.

One day he'd get to tell you too.

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 12

Chapter Selection

JJ walked into my room to check in and when she saw that I wasn't there she walked over to Morgan, "Do you know where y/n is, she's not in her room." Morgan put his drink down and started to look around knocking on the bathroom door. 

"Y/n you in there", when he didn't hear a response he slowly started to open the door, he found an empty room. Emily went to Morgan we found her. He followed her and they went to Aarons room.            

I had moved off the bed and onto the couch laying down. The team walked in and saw me, they let out a sigh. Aaron was sleeping but I was awake. JJ walked up to me, "Here." She handed me my discharge papers and Aarons. I grabbed his hand and shook his a little, "Hotch." 

He woke up and I handed him the papers and a pen. We signed the papers and handed them back to JJ. "We're going home ok", he nodded and started grabbing his stuff. I went to my room and gathered everything. Aaron and I getting into the back seat of the SUV heading to the strip. 

Everyone got to the jet and I sat next to the window. Aaron sat next to me, he laid his jacket on his lap. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly under the jacket so no one could see. I never looked at him but I interlaced our fingers; I kept staring out the window. 

The team decided they were gonna give us some space so we could process everything. As the jet took off I saw the ground getting farther away and the city got smaller till it was just a spec. Without thinking I laid my head on Aarons shoulder he put his head on mine and we both went to sleep. 

The team was looking out way they saw that I was on Aaron and he was on me. "What's up with them", Morgan said pointing at us. Everyone turned and started, "Are they together." Emily said. 

Rossi was covering of us, "I mean they were together the whole time they were abducted, they're just friends." That seemed to get everyone off of us but they were still suspicious. Halfway though the flight with only hour left Aaron and I woke up. 

We switched spots, he’s sitting by the window; I sat across his lap, my legs over his. I nestled my head in his chest, with his arms wrapped around me. When we landed everyone woke up and saw us cuddling. Emily took a few pictures then decided to wake us up; I fluttered my eyes open taking him Aarons smell I sighed. 

JJ coughed and I looked up, "Comfortable." I looked down and patted Aaron on his chest getting up and they handed me my stuff. 

When I was walking to the cars JJ walked up behind me, "You mind telling me what that was." 

I shrugged my shoulders, "What was what?" 

"Don't act dumb we all saw what you and Hotch were doing." I got into the back seat. "Yeah we were sleeping. Look while we were undercover we bonded. When we were kidnapped we became friends, Trust me that's all we are." She nodded and that's when Aaron got into the backseat with me. JJ started driving us home. 

Aaron got dropped off first then me. When I walked into my apartment Aaron started calling me, I picked up. "Are you gonna come over." 

"Yeah I just need to grab a few things and I'll be over." I hung up and got some clothes, went downstairs and got a cab. I got to his place and I knocked. I waited and then he opened the door. "Let me grab these", Aaron grabbed my bag and put it on the bed. I followed him into the bathroom and got undressed. 

I let out a whimper and Aaron helped me with my shirt. I froze and stared at my back, "Y/n oh my god." Chris had traced over the scars and that was the first time Aaron got a good look at them. I had a large bruise on my ribs from when I was dragged and fell. 

Aaron took off his clothes and I looked at his legs. From top the bottom there were dark red, bruised, and black lines running down to his feet. They weren't to deep the scars would probably fade in a few years but mine were layered they weren't going anywhere.  

As were taking a shower washing, he ran his hand down my back. I was very aware of where his hands were and it made me flinch. "Are you okay, did I hurt you." 

"No its just I feel the old wounds re-opening.. emotionally with my ex and as you know that's were he cut me too so...just do It genially and slowly okay." He nodded slowly running the body wash down my back. 

I stepped out the shower drying off and putting on one of Aarons shirt; I climbed into bed. He followed after me only having boxers on. "Do we have work tomorrow", I whispered 

"Yea but I'm think we take some personal days." I agreed, "We could spend some time with Jack." 

"I just got to get him back from Hayley." I turned over and faced him, "You think they know about us." Aaron shook his head, "All they have is us together on the plane and you in my hospital room. They might suspect but they don't know anything." 

"I only asked just JJ was trying to get some information out of me but... you're right they don't know." 

I let out a breath and my head sunk into the pillow nd his hand resting on my waist. "I know you said you didn't wanna talk about it but... If we are going to be with Jack tomorrow don't you think he should know that his uncle passed away."

He stiffened, "I will tell him but he passed, what is It a week ago two.. I don't even know anymore. I need to take to someone about the funeral." Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's something I wanna worry about tomorrow after I'm well rested; can we just go to bed please?" 

I nodded and turned off the light and laid back down. There was a knock at the door, we both got up and answered it to see Rossi. He handed Aaron one of his suitcases. "Figured you wouldn't be in tomorrow so I just brought it now." 

"Thanks Dave", I was standing behind Aaron. Dave looked at the both of us, "Goodnight guys." He walked away to his car chuckling. Aaron shit the door and we started laughing. 

I tugged on his arm and we went back to sleep actually going to sleep this time. 

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I woke up feeling Aarons breath on the back of my neck. I stretched out and felt kissing on my shoulder blade, "Have you talked to Hayley about Jack." I yawned out. 

"Yeah she said she'd drop him off around 10." I looked at the time, there was an hour before he would be here. Getting up and going to the bathroom trying to drag Aaron with me. 

"Come on come with me." I groaned as Aaron was refusing to leave the warm bed. "Fine", I walked into the bathroom; getting into the shower feeling the heating water on my skin. I heard the door open and close, "You decided to get off your ass and come with me?" 

I chuckled and he cracked a smile still being groggy, "The bed didn't feel the same without you." He said kissing up my neck and jaw. He slowly pecked my cheek and pecked my lips. Pressing our bodies together, I raised my hand to his hair slightly pulling. He lightly groan into my mouth, his hand ran from my hips to my waist. He was trying to avoid the slices on my back. 

Pulling away from the kiss we stared at each other for what seemed like hours. He brought my hand to his mouth kissing my hand, "I love you." 

"I love you", I turned his around washing his back. I was careful when I got to his legs trying to not go over his stitches roughly. He washed me after him and we turned off the shower. We were both awake Aaron having the energy to put on clothes. I went into the closet and grabbed his brown quarter zip. 

"You can keep that if you want", I looked at him. "At least now I got your permission I was just gonna steal it and hope you never noticed", he chuckled walking over to and gave me a tight hug. 

When we finished getting ready it was 9:30. Going into the kitchen and making breakfast. There was  knock on the door, "Y/n you get it, she's gonna have to know eventually." 

"And what if she kills me." He didn't look very amused but still chuckled, "Ha ha okay get the door." 

Opening the door I was met with Jack walking to me hugging me legs. '"Hey buddy com one go inside to your dad", Hayley's brows were furrowed and her lips were curved downwards. "Who are you exactly", right as I was about to answer I was cut off by Aaron walking up behind me. 

"She's my girlfriend", he put his arm around me pulling me close. Hayley scoffed, "So you have another whore to fuck is that right." I raised my eyebrows at her about to lay into her when Aaron slammed the door in her face. 

I looked through the window and saw the speechless look on her face, "Stupid bitch." I walked back over to Aaron and Jack. "Dad what are we doing today?"

"Well me and y/n had a day yesterday so I'm thinking popcorn and some movies. Maybe depending on the direction the day go we can get some ice cream." Jack jumped up and ran to the couch putting on Disney plus. I selected a movie Jack had never seen before and put it on. 

As Jack was watching Toy Story 4. "Oh Aaron I need cereal so were gonna need to go to the store."

"We can go after he's done", we both turned around attention to Jack who was almost knocked out on the couch. I turned the movie off early and carried his sleepy ass into the car. After I placed Jack into the car seat in the back I got in the passenger seat. As we were driving he woke up.

"Where are we going?", he was still drowsy. "Were going to the store bud", He hummed and stared out the window. We were in the store Aaron got a phone call, "How's your whore." He let out a sigh and I glanced at him. 

I mouthed, 'who is that'. He turned the phone around and I saw Hayley's name. "Her name is y/n she's not a whore and she's fine, thank you for asking." Hayley dragged on the conversation asking questions about me. 

After 10min the phone call ended and 10mins later I got a call from my neighbor. "Hello"

"Sorry to bother you y/n but there some woman smashing your care with a bat." I hit Aaron on the shoulder and he looks at me. I rush to check out and pay for my stuff running to the car and waiting for Aaron. When he opens the car I climb in, "We need to go." 

"What is it?", I pulled up security footage that showed Hayley at my apartment. He watched as she was smashing my windows and denting the hood. He sped over to my house and we were there under 5min. Jack was still in the car and was watching his mom go destroy my car. 

Aaron and I got out the car slamming the door, "What the fuck are you doing." I yelled at Hayley. Aaron ran over to her; grabbed the bat and pinned against the door of my car. "You're going to fucking answer her..." 

Hayley had a grin on her face as she looked between Aaron and I. "Why are you with that stupid bitch", she spit at my feet. "You know you don't love her... she's just a quick fuck for you. You should be thanking me Aaron." 

The words she spoke made my skin burn up. I wanted to punch the hell out of her. Aaron still held her both of us ignoring her. I called the police, they arriving shortly.

The cops got out their car, "What's the problem her ma'am." The cop walked up to me while his partner approached Hayley and Aaron. "I was at the store when I saw on my security camera this women destroying my car." The officer took Hayley cuffed her and put her in the back of the car. 

Aaron came up to me and put his hand on my lower back; he saw me shaking and could hear the fear in my voice. That bitch really did go over the edge after finding out Aaron wouldn't go back to her. The fact that she decided to take action meant she was unhinged and could do physical harm to me.

"We need to go back to the station and you can file a report." I nodded and got back into the car with Jack and followed the police car. When we got to the station I pressed charges and files a restraining order. 

Aaron  got Jack for next few weeks as Hayley was deemed unfit for the time being. We went home after we situated everything. We decided against telling Jack what was going on and told him Hayley was going away for a while. 

It was 9pm when we got home and I put Jack to bed. "Goodnight y/n", he closed his eyes and rolled over on his side. "Night buddy", I leaned down and kissed his temple. When I walked out his room Aaron was leaning against the wall in the hallway.

I stepped in front of him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands went my hips and he pecked my lips; I let out a sigh. "What are we gonna do about Hayley?" 

"Right now nothing but I promise you we will deal with her okay", he kissed my forehead; grabbed my hand and we went to bad. 

My thoughts were on Hayley the whole night, I couldn't go to sleep knowing she wouldn't drop it. Aaron slept soundly... while I tried to get my mind off of her. She'll probably try and kill me. Aarons ex's left because of Hayley but I'm not going anywhere. She's not gonna scare me off. 

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