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Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)

a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.

“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.

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Always Ever Only You Part 34 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Without you at home, Bradley's big mouth is about to get him in trouble. As he counts down the hours until he can pick you up from the airport, you wrap up your trip to Maryland with a visit to your childhood home. However, you're not as smooth as you think you are. By the time you get back to San Diego, you are an absolute train wreck, and some secrets have been revealed.

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

On Thursday morning, Bradley got to work a little bit early. He just needed to make a tiny detour to one of the database computers. He really wasn't sure if you realized that you told him Commander Patterson's first name last night, or if you let it slip by accident, but now that he knew it, he just wanted to check him out.

Every trip you took to Annapolis turned into some sort of disaster at one point or another. He couldn't imagine you were out there looking for trouble, but it sure did find you in the form of Derek or Josh. You were the most capable person Bradley knew, but he loved and respected you enough to know that sometimes you needed a break. Right now, he just wanted to bring you back home and take care of every tiny need or want that you or the baby might have. He'd honestly fucking delight in that.

As soon as he logged into the system, Bradley typed in your full name, complete with Bradshaw hyphenated at the end. A second later, your image appeared on the screen complete with lovely smile and gorgeous eyes. "That's my Baby Girl," he muttered, still captivated by this photo of you. 

He forced his fingers back to the keyboard, but no results appeared when he looked for Derrick Patterson. He tried Paterson. Then he tried Derick. Then he tried Derek Patterson and saw the face of the asshole who made his wife cry over a steak dinner. Were you more emotional right now than perhaps you would usually be? Absolutely. But that was only because you were pregnant. As soon as you told him you had a positive pregnancy test, Bradley's number one concern in this world simply switched from his wife to his wife and his child. 

This guy looked like a real tool. Forty-four years old. Ranked up to Commander two years ago. Worked in a simulation lab. Had the same degrees from the Naval Academy that you earned. "Yeah, well I can guarantee you're not as smart as her, you motherfucker."

He took another minute to memorize what he saw there before logging out. Maybe he'd ask Maverick about him. Cyclone and Warlock would be good resources, too. Bradley just hated that he wasn't able to make you feel safe and comfortable at the moment, but as soon as he picked you up tomorrow, he'd take care of everything. 

When he started to head out to the tarmac, he literally ran into someone while he was adding steaks to the grocery list he saved in his phone. He didn't know how to cook a steak, but he'd get them just in case you were still in the mood for one. "Sorry," he muttered, not really looking up, too concerned with what else you might want.

"It's okay, Bradley."

Then he did look up into the dark eyes of Maria Wilson. "Hey," he said with a smile at your good friend. "I've been meaning to ask you... how's rooming with Bob going for you?"

"Great," she replied with a little shrug and a completely neutral expression. "He's clean and courteous, and I think the arrangement is going to work out really well." 

If he didn't know better, Bradley would have believed nothing was going on. She was that good. But he did know better. He wasn't going to do Bob dirty, so he just nodded and said, "I hope it does work out. I've always felt a little bad about stealing my wife away from you."

She just laughed and said, "Like we didn't all see that coming a mile away."

He wandered off with a grin on his face after he said goodbye. He was planning on making a few stops on the way home before Jake showed up to workout together later. Bradley just had to get through one more night and then you'd be back.

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You were an idiot for eating two steaks and seventeen pounds of sides and then passing out for the night. Sure, at the time, it seemed like the best idea you'd ever had. Derek's porterhouse hit the fucking spot like nothing else. The potatoes were creamy and delectable. The brussels sprouts? A thing of beauty.

But Thursday morning, you were back to your normal routine of throwing up as soon as you got out of bed. "I get it, okay?" you gasped as you sprawled out on the bathroom floor. "I understand," you added, letting your hand settle on your belly. "You miss your Dad. Well guess what. I miss him, too. Now will you stop acting out if I promise to take you home tomorrow?"

A soft gurgle as your stomach started to settle was the response you got, and that was actually better than you could have hoped for. When you heard tapping on your hotel room door, you knew it was Cat, and you wanted to cry. You were wearing Bradley's UVA shirt and a pair of your ratty underwear and nothing else, and she'd just keep knocking until you answered. 

"I'm coming," you moaned, actually crawling most of the way there. You pulled yourself up and then cracked the door open a few inches, and you were met with Cat's appraising eyes. "Hi."

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to get breakfast with me," she said cautiously.

"No, I'm good, but thanks for asking." You tried to close the door, but her foot was immediately preventing that. 

"Are you sick?" she asked. "I can bring something back for you."

"No, I'm okay," you told her. Your stomach lurched, and your eyes went wide. You had about ten seconds to get rid of her and make it to the toilet. You didn't know what to do as saliva pooled at the back of your tongue. You started to gag as your eyes filled with tears. 

"Hey," she said softly. "If something's wrong, you can tell me."

But you shook your head and let go of the door, making a mad dash back into the bathroom. You barely made it to your knees in front of the toilet before you barfed again. "Why?" you moaned, wiping your mouth with toilet paper before rolling onto the bath mat which had become your best friend.

"Oh my god," Cat muttered as she walked right into your hotel room bathroom. She flushed the toilet and then turned to the sink and started to fill one of the disposable cups with water. "You're pregnant," she stated plainly. "You could have told me, you know. Congratulations, by the way."

As she knelt on the floor next to you, she helped you sit up. You accepted the cup from her and said, "It's just food poisoning." She blinked at you a few times, giving you no wiggle room to lie to her. "Fine," you admitted with a little smile, "I'm pregnant."

She ran the backs of her fingers along your forehead while you sipped the water. "How far along are you?"

"About nine or ten weeks," you whispered as you closed your eyes for a few beats. "I'm just really tired and really fucking sick. I felt good last night, but now I feel terrible again."

Cat took the empty cup from your hand and wrapped you up in a soft hug. "Thank you for holding it together for the presentation. Now you need to get back into bed."

You shook your head and said, "I need to get up and moving so I can go see my parents later."

"No," she said firmly, guiding you back to the bed. "You need to rest right now. You'll feel better if you do." 

Part of you wanted to make sure your suitcase was closed so she didn't see your vibrators, but mostly you didn't even care. She had a certain way about her that was calming you down, and as soon as you were in the bed, she tucked you in. You almost believed her when she told you that resting would help you feel better. 

"Where's your room key?" she asked once you were curled up on your side.

You let one hand sneak out from under the covers and pointed. "Next to the TV."

She patted your shoulder and promised she would be back soon, and then she was gone. You dozed on and off while your stomach gurgled, and you missed a few texts from Bradley. When Cat eventually opened your door and let herself in, you were actually feeling hungry. And that's when you noticed two bags and a cup carrier in her hands. 

Quietly, she set everything down on your nightstand including some orange juice that almost brought a tear to your eye. Somehow she knew that was what you needed when you didn't even know yourself. You sat up as she poked a hole in the lid and handed it to you, and you drank half of it down in one sip.

"You need to eat something," she whispered, taking the cup away again. "I got you a bagel with cream cheese, an egg sandwich, a few different kinds of donuts and a muffin."

You reached for the bagel, and she unwrapped it for you. "I'll pay you back," you rasped, but she shook her head.

"Don't worry about it. Just make the baby happy, and we're square," she replied as she sank down into the chair beside the bed.

But you were definitely going to worry about it. Money was very tight for Cat and Jeremiah, so you would have to figure out a way to make it even. She probably spent about forty bucks on all of this for you, and somehow she knew that a sesame seed bagel with cream cheese would go down as happily as the steaks did. You devoured the whole thing and then took some bites out of the egg and cheese sandwich before finishing the orange juice. 

Then you drank some of the hot tea as well and nibbled on a muffin, and you felt so much better. Cat asked you a few questions, but she didn't pry. "Bradley must be over the moon," she said softly with a sad smile. 

"Oh yeah," you told her, knowing that her ex-husband did not have a relationship with Jeremiah. "He dubbed the baby the chicken nugget." When she laughed, you added, "He's very excited to be a dad."

"He'll be a good one," she confirmed with a nod. "Now why don't you rest for a few more hours, and then I can drop you off at your parents' house so you don't have to drive."

"You don't have to do that."

"I'll drop you off and then go to the outlet mall. There are some things I want to get for Jer, and then I can pick you up again." She probably knew it wasn't a good idea to let you drive like this, and you were honestly kind of thankful that she offered.

"Alright." You fell asleep again as soon as she was gone.

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When Bradley left work, it was blazing hot out, and he had his aviators on while he walked to the parking garage. It was already late as hell in Maryland, and he was a little afraid you had already left your parents and gone back to the hotel for the night. But your phone only rang briefly before you answered his FaceTime call.

"Bradley," you sighed, looking better than he'd seen you in weeks. "Here, say hi to everyone."

You turned your phone to reveal both of your parents along with Cat, sitting around the dining room table in the house where he was finally getting used to spending his holidays. They all greeted him warmly before your mom took the phone and asked him at least a dozen questions.

"Are you eating enough without her at home? How's work? How's Tramp? When can we come visit again, because she's not giving us a clear answer?"

She said nothing about the baby, so Bradley assumed you were holding yourself together well enough that it hadn't been mentioned. "I've been subsiding on cereal. Work is great. Tramp is great. I've been thinking about starting a project to expand the upstairs into another bedroom or two, so hopefully after that's finished, you and dad can stay as long as you want."

Bradley knew they would feel like a handful for him if they stayed at the house again, but that was only because he liked being alone with you. He really wanted to take a minute to talk to you privately, but your dad took the phone next so he could show off his latest painting project. When he finally got handed back to you, apparently it was time for you and Cat to head out. 

"I'll let you know when the flight leaves tomorrow," you told him. "Love you, Roo."

And that was it. With a deep sigh, he started up the red Bronco and headed to the store on his way home. He hated shopping in his uniform; he always got a bunch of looks from people, mostly women. He tried to make it quick, but it took him a little time to gather up steaks, potatoes, garlic, your favorite coffee, and all of the yellow flowers in the floral section. 

He barely had all of the food put away at home when Jake knocked twice on the front door before letting himself in the house. "It's like he fucking lives here," Bradley muttered to Tramp who had been waiting for his scoop of dinner before he ran to see Jeremiah.

"Hey, man," Jake called out. He had Cat's son tucked under one arm and some weird contraption under the other, and he was wearing gym clothes. "Did you just get home?"

"Yeah," Bradley replied, unable to keep himself from smiling when Jeremiah reached out for him. He took the little boy in his arms and told him, "I had to get some stuff for my wife. You remember her. She's your favorite babysitter. She read you some books while you fell asleep, because her voice is the sweetest thing in the world."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Angel made you soft, old man."

Bradley pointed to Jeremiah. "And this little thing made you soft, so you don't have a leg to stand on."

He just kind of shrugged in response and took the child back as he said, "Go get changed. I'll meet you in the garage."

As Jake disappeared through the sliding glass door, Bradley headed to the bedroom. He stripped out of his uniform and put on some shorts and a Top Gun shirt that was starting to fit a little snug across his biceps and chest again. This was a good sign, because he wanted to bulk up as much as possible. He'd be ready to haul the baby and all of the gear around so you didn't have to. 

His thoughts were on you and the baby. You. Baby. You. Baby. He couldn't wait until both of you were home tomorrow. When he walked out to the garage, he found Jake doing a few pushups while Jeremiah played with a stuffed tiger while he sat in some sort of portable crib.

"What is that thing?" Bradley asked as he reached for his lifting gloves. "A mini crib?"

Jake jumped to his feet as he said, "It's called a pack 'n play, but yeah, it's kind of a mini crib that folds up."

"Huh," he replied, eyeing it up so he could search online for that kind of thing later. "Looks handy. We're definitely going to need one of those."

Jake was frozen in place, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. "Is Angel pregnant? I knew her ass looked bigger." A grin curled along his lips, and that was when Bradley realized he had fucked up.

"Oh, shit," he muttered as his heart rate sped up and he started to sweat. You were going to be so upset. Your own parents didn't even know yet, but now Jake did, and it was all his fault.

"She's pregnant!" Jake practically shouted. "Congratulations, Rooster," he said, pulling Bradley into a hug and slapping him on the back. "You finally figured out which hole to put it in, huh?" he asked with an absolutely obnoxious grin.

Bradley glared at him. "Seriously. Nobody else knows about this yet. She might murder me if she finds out you know."

"I won't say shit about it," Jake promised, cuffing him on the shoulder before releasing him. "Damn, she must be excited. I know you both wanted this."

"Yeah," Bradley rasped, just knowing his face must be flushed pink. He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm so fucking happy and scared and nervous, I can barely make it through a day without her here, you know?"

Jeremiah roared and held up the tiger for Bradley. He took it and made it roar back before pretending it was kissing Jeremiah all over his face. His laugh was infectious, and it left Bradley smiling. 

"Damn," Jake drawled. "I think you're ready for the parenting thing."

"I know I am," he replied, fixing him with a serious look. "I'm ready."

Jake sighed and nodded. "But you still have a lot to learn. Do you know about outlet covers?"

Bradley's eyes went wide. "No. What are those?"

"How about white noise to help a baby sleep? Do you know what a convertible car seat is?"

"No," Bradley whispered, "No, I don't."

Jake settled back onto the bench and reached for the barbell. "Spot for me, and I'll tell you everything I've learned."

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It was finally Friday morning, and Cat was knocking on your door with another round of food and orange juice before you were even out of bed. When you let her in, she set everything up on the nightstand while you went to use the bathroom, and you were pleasantly surprised that you didn't need to throw up while you were in there.

"Eat as much as you can," she told you. "I asked them to give you a late checkout, so you can stay here until noon, and then we'll head to the airport."

"You're a saint," you told her with a mouth full of bagel. "I owe you so much money for this, you have to let me pay you back."

She just shook her head. "I'll let you babysit Jer so Jake and I can go out one night. Assuming I'm still in a relationship after we get bad to San Diego later tonight."

"You will be," you told her as you sipped the orange juice. "Jake isn't stupid." You paused before you set the juice down in favor of a donut. "Well... he's kind of stupid, but not when it comes to this."

Cat reached into the bag for another donut. "Seriously, if he and Bernie can't figure their shit out, I'll pull the plug and never look at another man again."

"Sometimes they really aren't worth the aggravation," you remarked, thinking back to every guy you dated before Bradley. "But sometimes they surprise you."

She didn't say anything else as she finished her donut. Then she let you take a nap, and when you got up and got dressed, you felt pretty amazing. Your stomach was gurgling quietly, and you looked okay enough to skip the makeup today. 

You dragged your suitcase out into the hallway and texted Bradley, letting him know you were going to be heading to the airport soon, and he responded almost immediately. 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: i'll meet you in baggage claim sweetheart. i can't wait to have you and the nugget back home with me

You practically moaned, and also started tearing up as Cat met you in the hallway. "When willI I be normal again?" you whispered. "All I want to do is have rough, frequent sex with my husband, but every time I think about how sweet he is, I start crying."

She laughed and said, "You won't feel normal until about six months postpartum. Just have fun running that man ragged."

You nodded and wiped at your tears. "Where's our equipment bin?"

"Already in the car."

"You weren't supposed to move it alone! It's so heavy."

"And you shouldn't be carrying anything like that at all," she scolded, pushing you gently toward the elevators. "I took care of it. I'll take care of it all day, and I'll get your suitcase when we get to the airport, too."

You sobbed the whole way down in the elevator and most of the ride to the airport. When you said thank you, Cat told you to be quiet which made you smile and also cry more. You'd get Bradley to agree to watch Jeremiah for a whole weekend. It would give the two of you some practice, and it would give Cat and Jake time alone. There was no way he was going to mess anything up.

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Bradley parked the red Bronco at the airport with a vase of flowers in the cup holder and an ultrasound picture tucked into the visor. Your flight had been delayed a few times, and he figured you were probably starving now. He picked up the container of peanut butter crackers he prepared and started to head inside, still a little too early but with nothing better to do.

He found an empty bench, and it wasn't long before Jake came strolling in with Jeremiah in his arms. Bradley stood up, jostling the snack container as he muttered, "You're not going to say anything to her, right?"

"Relax," Jake replied as Jeremiah reached for the crackers. "I won't say a word about her being pregnant. You can count on me."

That actually made him feel a lot more nervous as he opened up the container, broke a cracker in half and handed it to Jeremiah. "Okay. Just pretend you don't know a thing about it."

He watched Jeremiah get crumbs all over Jake's shirt as Jake checked his phone. "Sure. Hey, they landed. Cat said they're walking off the plane now."

Bradley checked his phone, but there was absolutely nothing from you, which was really strange. "Huh." He stood there awkwardly as he'd been left out of the loop, handing the other half of the cracker to Jeremiah when he reached for it. 

He watched Jake typing one handed, and then he said, "Apparently there was a ton of turbulence. Angel got pretty sick." When he met Bradley's eyes, he kind of shrugged. "Sounds like she's in bad shape."

Bradley ran his fingers through his hair until it was sticking up at an odd angle. "What's that supposed to mean? How is she in bad shape?" He looked over toward the partition that blocked off the area he wouldn't be able to get past without a boarding pass while he started to panic. Was he going to have to take you to the hospital or something? The cereal and potato chips he had for dinner started to sour in his stomach as he started walking in that direction. 

Then he saw you, and he started running. Cat had her arm around you, and she was carrying your tote bag along with her backpack while you sipped a can of ginger ale through a straw. Bradley could see fresh tears in your eyes as they met his. "Oh, Sweetheart."

"Roo," you croaked, and he closed the rest of the distance to you and carefully took you in his arms. "I was horrible."

Cat took the ginger ale from your hand, and you collapsed against him, a sobbing, shaking mess. "It's okay," he promised you. "You're home now, and I will take care of everything."

You nodded against his chest, and he let you cry. "I threw up so much. I was fine, but then it was really rough, and the baby hates me anyway." You cried harder, and then Jake was there with Jeremiah. He took the container of crackers so Bradley could rub your back with both hands. You hiccupped against him and mumbled, "You can say what you want. Cat knows. She guessed it. Then she took care of me."

Bradley wasn't surprised in the least that someone who had been pregnant before was able to tell that you were now. "Okay," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. He held you close and gave both Cat and Jake a stern look. "Do you want to go ahead and tell Jake?" he asked carefully. 

"Yeah," you groaned, leaning toward Jake slightly. "I'm pregnant."

If Jake didn't get Bradley out of this debacle safely, he was going to ban him from the home gym. But he should have known that above anything else in this scenario, Jake was going to have your back.

"Aww, Angel," he crooned as Jeremiah climbed into Cat's arms. "I'm so happy for you, mama." Then he kissed your cheek and winked at Bradley. "You'll be a natural, and ol' Rooster here's gonna be a class act. Now why don't you let him take you home? I can get the bin of your work stuff."

"You sure?" Bradley asked, giving Jake a discreet fist bump as you buried your face against his chest again. You were half burrowed inside his tropical print shirt at this point, and his undershirt was damp; he just wanted to get you home.

"We'll take care of it," Cat promised. "She's dehydrated. Make sure she drinks water or gatorade. And she needs to try to eat something." Jake handed the crackers back to Bradley. "Yeah, those might work, but she really needs to keep drinking."

"Got it," Bradley replied, kissing your forehead. "Thank you, Cat."

"It was my pleasure," she said with a smile as she cuddled Jeremiah. 

"Let's go, Baby Girl," Bradley whispered, leading you to get your suitcase as you sipped the ginger ale and nibbled on a cracker. He kept his hand at the small of your back as you sucked in deep breath after deep breath. "I'll get you home and into bed as quickly as possible."

You sniffed and looked up at him. "I just want you with me. That's all I wanted all week." 

Your lips quivered, and Bradley leaned in to kiss you as softly as he could. "That's all I wanted, too. I'm not going to leave your side." He kept you right there with him as he scooped up your luggage, and then he had his arm around you until he got you to the Bronco. With a kiss to your perfect cheek, he opened the door, helped you in, and buckled your seatbelt.

"Thanks, Roo," you sighed, eyes closed as you leaned back against the headrest, already looking more serene now that you and he were together.

"I would do anything for you." He stroked your belly with his fingertips. "Both of you."

Five minutes into the drive home, you were sound asleep, your fingers laced with his.

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I can already feel how much calmer she is just knowing she doesn't have as much to worry about with Bradley by her side. And he's going to be so much less stressed with her at home. It's looking like next chapter could be the last one in this series!!!! I'm hoping to do some one-shots for them and then pick up with another series? Please let me know what you'd like to see during and after her pregnancy. And thank you for reading! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 35

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[joanquill]

Sweater weather & "Do you believe in ghosts?"

15 Character is zack Peterson Type: romantic, fluff, deep meaning? And 25 w fred

Zack Paterson & Fred Porlock

Tag/s: Romantic (Paterson), Platonic (Fred), Fluff Ending, Deep Meaning(?) IDK Warning/s: Death, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Profanity

"Mx. (Y/N),"

"Yeah?"

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

You straightened your posture as you looked at Fred, confused at the sudden question.

"...Kind of concerning how you're asking me that when I'm about to leave," you chuckled as you put on your coat.

"If I'm being honest... Not really... Or at least I hope they don't exist considering our job," you dryly chuckled as you grabbed your basket, opening the door.

"Why do you ask?" you questioned as you looked back at him.

"...Just a thought..." he mumbled, turning away as he rubbed his arm.

You raised a brow at his answer but shrugged your shoulders.

"If you say so," you smiled as you put on your shoes, "I'll be back in a couple of hours,"

"Right... Be careful. It's quite cold today," he reminded you as he saw you off waving goodbye.

"You're telling me..." you chuckled, stretching your neck and shoulders as the cold wind kept making you shiver.

"I'll be back before dinner!" you waved goodbye as you headed off.

Fred bit his lip as his eyes focused on the shadowy figure on your back, clinging to you.

"I wonder what's gotten into that boy..." you muttered, fixing your bouquet as you continued walking.

"Hope you didn't wait long," you smiled as you opened the cemetery's gate, greeting your ex-husband's gravestone.

You replaced the old flowers with new ones, laying your coat on the grass and sitting down.

"William sent out on a new mission, and I had to go to London for a few weeks. Hope you didn't miss me much," you chuckled as you laid out your drink, pouring yourself a cup.

"Anyway, you wouldn't believe this, but..."

Your head started to sway as you tried to keep sitting up, the alcohol hitting you hard as you fell back.

"I thought I would find you here," a new voice greeted as a shadow loomed over you, making you open your eyes.

"Paterson..." you muttered, seeing the man looking at you.

"You're going to catch a cold," he sighed, giving you a sweater.

"Thanks..." you smiled as you sat up, "What brings you here?" you muttered, putting on the sweater.

"The others were wondering if you were okay," he answered, sitting beside you.

"Is that so?" you chuckled, looking down at the sweater.

"...Are you okay?" Paterson gently asked, making you chuckle.

"Honestly? I'm not sure myself..." you sighed, looking straight at your ex-husband's gravestone.

You two sat in silence as the wind continued to blow.

"...Are you going to stay here the whole time?"

"You look like you could use the company," he replied, making you breathe out a smile.

"My husband... was not a good man..." you started, making Paterson look at you.

"I was only fifteen when he brought me to that godforsaken house... He was jealous and would accuse me of infidelity at every chance he got," you tightened your jaw, memories flooding back in.

"The nights when he was drunk were the worst of it..." you sadly laughed, remembering the bruises and scars it left you.

"And when he died... All I felt was relief," you breathed out, resting your hand over your face.

"I thought I was finally free... That it was finally over..." you continued, looking at the gravestone.

"And yet here I am... visiting this bastard every year..." you frowned, fidgeting with the end of your sweater.

"And I don't even know why..." you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

Paterson kept quiet as he looked at the gravestone.

"You were only a child back then..." Paterson started, making you turn to him.

"This is what you've known your whole life... So don't beat yourself up about it," he reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"But you're not alone anymore," he smiled, pulling you to his chest.

"Don't ever forget that, okay?" he reminded, rubbing your back.

You breathed a smile as you hugged him back, sighing as his body heat covered you in warmth.

"Right... Thank you..." you sighed, standing up as you pulled him along.

"Let's go home?" you suggested, making him smile.

"Let's."

[glassbxttless]

Hi! I’ve been wanting to come back to this blog after a long hiatus and what better way to come back than a celebration! I’ve hit a follower milestone recently and would love to write for you all.

I’ve attached some prompt lists below! Feel free to take a look and request any from the lists OR send in your own! There are a few that have been requested recently that I’ll be posting soon!

Requests for this celebration will be taken until March 29th. Fics will start posting shortly after closing!

Please note the characters I currently write for! and be sure to include the entire prompt in your request 🤍

**please refrain from requesting topics including the use of guns or alcohol**

( CHARACTERS )

ADAM DRIVER

PATERSON / COMMANDER MILLS / MAURIZIO GUCCI / MATT (THE RADAR TECH) SOLO / JACK GLADNEY

JOSEPH QUINN

EDDIE MUNSON

JOE KEERY

STEVE HARRINGTON / KURT KUNKLE*

* taking limited requests for these characters! or dark!fic requests will be accepted.

( PROMPT LISTS )

ANGST #1 / SMUT #1 / SMUT #2 / FLUFF #1 / FLUFF #2 / SAY YOU WON’T LET GO / COMFORT / RELATIONSHIP

[daddykylokenobi]

Requests Open - ADCU

Hey everyone I wanted to make a post detailing what kind of requests I am open for and the characters I will write for!

The characters I will write for are -

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars)

Matt the radar technician (Star Wars skit)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Paterson (Paterson)

Jude (Hungry Hearts)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

(And more to come as I see more ADCU movies)

All requests are welcome, if I do not want to write it or will not based off of a moral/opinion I will let you know!

Fluff, angst, smut, serious, funny, whatever idea you have throw my way and I’ll do my best to write it for y’all!

[ao3feed--reylo]

The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lcyTn0J

by Sweetschocolate00

Ben Paterson Solo là một tài xế xe buýt sống ở Paterson, New Jersey. Tất cả những gì anh muốn là được đắm mình trong dòng suy nghĩ, viết nên những dòng thơ trong một quyển sổ bí mật. Một ngày, một cô gái tên Rey lên xe của anh và mọi chuyện đều thay đổi.

Words: 11757, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Tiếng Việt

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Paterson (2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Rose Tico, Poe Dameron, Kaydel Ko Connix, Donny, Unkar Plutt, Zorii Bliss, Armitage Hux, Bazine Netal

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Paterson (Paterson)/Rey (Star Wars)

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Paterson, Poetry, Fluff, Angst, true love kiss, True Love, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Romance

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lcyTn0J

[chrancecriber]

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[mralexsan]

Best Original and Adapted Screenplays 2023 Oscars

I love the Oscars. No, the Oscars don't represent fan or audience opinions. No shit. This is filmmakers celebrating their own work and success. This is by design. I'm genuinely sick of people getting upset about something that's been true for 95 years. Sorry you're just finding out now. Anyway, sass aside. This is a year of screenplays I'm genuinely fascinated about. I'll leave the full lists at the bottom. This is the first time I've seen sequels get "Adapted' screenplays for being sequels... that's.... weird. Glass Onion and Top Gun: Maverick. I mean fun screenplays but I swear that's a new one on me. And a remake of Ikiru too?! That kinda hurts me.

Other than that I don't have much to say about this category. All Quiet was fine, but nothing to write home about. Don't even know what Women Talking is about so... I'll report back once I've watched all of thee. ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY THO...

I heard about The Banshees of Inisherin through work. Martin McDonagh, the writer, comes from a theater background. I love movies made my theatrical directors and writers. Nearly everything is conveyed through dialogue, and the visual storytelling is just added fluff. And is so often used in interested ways to tell a story. When I realized McDonagh's background I immediately powered up HBO Max and started it up. I really like this movie. So much about the character is conveyed through the acting and dialogue and it's amazing in that way. Two characters sitting around a table or having a pint and talking. I love it so so much. This really taps into my film background. This will no be a movie for everyone since it's an old man movie, but I adore it. Everything Everywhere All at Once kinda came out of nowhere, but the movie very much does with movies what you can't do with other stories with it's visual storytelling. And boy what a ride. Never expected the boys who made Swiss Army Man would be going for an Oscar. It's so awesome and I truly hope they sweep these Oscars. The Fabelmans - Steven Spielberg and Tony Kushner coming together to tell an autobiographical movie about Mr Spielberg himself. It's SO RARE to get such a personal story from a truly defining filmmaker. I'm really curious to see where this goes. I haven't enjoyed many of his movies since then, especially Ready Player One and BFG, but this is one that might be a true culmination of his work.

Tár and Triangle of Sadness I only heard about through their nomination. I don't have much to say here - Tár might be worth a watch, sounds very Black Swan. Triangle of Sadness is the one I'm not curious about but I'll still give it a watch.

Best Original Screenplay

The Banshees of Inisherin – Martin McDonagh

Everything Everywhere All at Once – Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert

The Fabelmans – Steven Spielberg and Tony Kushner

Tár – Todd Field

Triangle of Sadness – Ruben Östlund

Best Adapted Screenplay

All Quiet on the Western Front – Edward Berger, Lesley Paterson, and Ian Stokell; based on the novel by Erich Maria Remarque

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery – Rian Johnson; based on characters created by Johnson and the film Knives Out

Living – Kazuo Ishiguro; based on the original motion picture screenplay Ikiru by Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto and Hideo Oguni

Top Gun: Maverick – Ehren Kruger, Eric Warren Singer, and Christopher McQuarrie; based on the film Top Gun written by Jim Cash and Jack Epps Jr.

Women Talking – Sarah Polley; based on the novel by Miriam Toews

[kiragecko]

SORRY. ACCIDENTALLY REBLOGGED INSTEAD OF SAVING A DRAFT. CAN’T FIX YET BECAUSE HUSBAND IS READING REAPER MAN, AND THAT IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT. IGNORE FOR THE NEXT HOUR, PLEASE.

This made me curious, so I went through my bookshelf and found the books I own that clearly state they’re Newbery Medal or Newbery Honor winners. I have:

Holes, by Louis Sachar - an extremely funny, weird, and heartbreaking exploration or intergenerational trauma and the incarceration state, and about as far from a tear jerker as you can get. (Like even the ‘I can fix it’ and ‘she was going to die’ lines provoke a much more passionate response than is usually associated with ‘tear jerker’.)

My Side of the Mountain, by Jean Craighead George - wilderness survivalist wish fulfillment. Kid goes into the wild and is so very smart and skillful, and tames predators to hunt with him, and his family regrets not being nice enough to him. It’s a really good version of that fantasy. No tears. (Maybe a trusty animal companion dies, but that’s not the focus.)

Number the Stars, by Lois Lowry - definitely a tear jerker! Jewish girl trying to pretend she isn’t in Nazi occupied Denmark. Probably one of the books people who want to get a Newbery try to emulate. It’s great.

Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH, by Robert C. O’Brien - animal adventure thriller. A mother mouse works with science experiment rats to save the life of her dying son. I found it scary and fascinating as a kid. The deaths are all heroic or horrific.

The Egypt Game, by Zilpha Keatley Snyder - kids’ imagination gets out of hand, and they start really getting scared. I remember this book making a big impression on me when I was about 10, also struggling with the boundaries between reality and imagination. Forget how it ends, so I have no clue if it goes for cheap emotional punches.

The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle, by Hugh Lofting - ridiculous and cute adventures of a doctor who talks to animals. The authour had to actively forget everything he knew to be able to write this nonsense, but it’s pretty fun. The depiction of Africa is … hard, though. Complete fluff.

Little House on the Pairie Series, by Laura Ingalls Wilder - books 4-9 were all given Newbery Honors. Y’all know Little House. Most of the tear jerker moments happen before book 4, if I remember correctly, but I could see someone making an argument.

Charlotte’s Web, by E. B. White - yeah yeah, definitely some emotions being played with here.

The House of Sixty Fathers, by Meindert DeJong - little Chinese boy deals with starvation and horrors before the nice American soldiers allow him to stay at their army base. This is … kind of what people are complaining about, actually. Exotic sad children, white heroes, and a bittersweet ending.

Ramona Quimby, Age 8, by Beverly Cleary - slice of life of a ‘hyperactive’ kid, back when that meant an extremely well behaved kid who sometimes had to be asked twice to sit still. Confusing for someone with ADHD, but pretty good. No sad at all.

Bridge to Terabithia, by Katherine Paterson - one of my favourite books, but definitely a tear jerker. Also features a manic pixie dream girl. But the most accurate depiction of children’s imagination I’ve ever read.

The Whipping Boy, by Sid Fleischman - kind of average Prince and the Pauper-esque story, if I remember right? Didn’t make much of an impression.

The Giver, by Lois Lowry - one of the better kids social commentary sci-fi novels I’ve ever read. Kid gets chosen by his ‘utopian’ community to bear the burden of knowing the things they gave up to create their perfect world. The people who complain about Newberys probably hate this book but they’re wrong.

The Twenty-One Balloons, The Tale of Despereaux, and Jacob Have I Loved - haven’t actually read these. I think I started Jacob Have I Loved, but I don’t know how far I got. But one is early science fiction about getting trapped an island of mad scientists. The second is Tumblr beloved, about a heroic mouse. And the third is about sibling jealousy.

I don’t own Sarah, Plain and Tall, by Patricia MacLachlan yet, but I immediately thought of it when you mentioned Newbery winners. It’s about kids whose father gets a mail-order bride. And about how complicated it is to start loving someone. Wonderful! Just great.

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So this list has a pretty low sad-kid ratio. And a lot of great books. But that COULD just be because I hate good taste!

I ended up checking a list of books, because I was sure there was a book about a girl’s friend getting leukaemia and dying that I should mention. Couldn’t find it, but I DID get some insight into why people might complain about the award!

The first award was issued in 1922. The first 40 years have a LOT of historical fiction (often sad or depressing), child and their animal stories (often sad and depressing), and stories about the lives of people in exotic and tragic far away places (almost ALWAYS sad). These stop dominating the list, but never die out. By the 60s and 70s we start to get a bunch of really good Sci-fi. And I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of good slice-of-life stories about normal kid events, but I can tell you nothing about their patterns. (Stories about normal kids tended to be so alienating that they made me wonder if I was real.) But the people choosing these things REALLY like stuff set in the past. And people who write things set in the past usually want to talk about how hard the past was, and how good we have it now.

People make fun of Newbury Honor books and how they’re all about making kids sad but honestly my memory of Newbury Honor books is like. Ella Enchanted aka a fucking incredible cultural treasure of a work of children’s literature about the value of disobedience. A Single Shard which I don’t know how it would hold up my current standards for literature cuz I haven’t read it since elementary school but definitely was about hope and not in a fake-ass “your dog died but it’s important to be hopeful anyway” way. And at least one Joan Bauer book, all of which that I recall were fun and thought-provoking to my growing brain, even if looking back I think I have some disagreements with the author. I’ve no doubt the medal got slapped on a lot of dumb transparent tearjerkers, but my experience was pretty positive I gotta say!

[weareallstoriesintheend]

Could I request some fluff with whichever ADCU boy you think would say (and genuinely mean) "I only have eyes for you and no one else turns me on"?

You absolutely could!! I hope you don't mind me taking the opportunity to write for a boy I haven't written before...sweet sweet Paterson. He seemed the perfect fit! 💕

Thank you for your request 🥰

I Have You (Paterson x Reader)

Words: 728

“I think she likes you” you said, voice jovially taunting and trying to hide the weird tightness in your chest.

You’d watched as one of the regulars you couldn’t remember the name of shamelessly flirted with your boyfriend Paterson as you’d walked into the small-town bar.

You’d taken your time shucking off and hanging up your rain-soaked coat so you could watch in amusement a little longer. That amusement had turned a little sour when she’d stroked her fingertips on his forearm. Paterson the ever-gentle giant was as polite as ever, always with a kind smile and a welcoming word to say to anyone. Even if that word was a little stammered at times.

Pat turned to you as you sat beside him; his face close to yours as you shuffled your stool in closer to him at the bar, “Who? Sarah? She’s nice”

You nodded, “And she likes you”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Well I’d hope so, I’d like to think I’ve been nice back”

Rolling your eyes, you watched as he peacefully sipped at this beer, poor clueless man. You stayed staring at him, wondering if the lightbulb would flick on but he continued sipping his beer and watching the little TV that was sat behind the bar.

“Oh my god” you whispered to yourself in exasperation, “She has a crush on you!” you shout-whispered into his ear, pushing at his arm.

His face was a picture, completely and totally confused, “What? D-don’t be silly”

Laughing you said, “I’m not, she likes you. She always twiddles her hair like a school-girl whenever she’s around you”

Paterson opened and closed his mouth a few times without sound. At the best of times he was a man of little words, except when he was writing but you supposed that’s why he chose poetry as his medium. Short and sweet.

Shrugging at his silence and motioning to Doc so you could order a drink you said, as nonchalantly as possible, “She’s pretty”

You wondered if your sudden, slight jealously at someone flirting with your boyfriend stemmed from your knowledge that he was previously married. You knew that at one point he’d belonged to someone else, a marriage she had broken off. It had taken a while for Paterson to move his heart on, you’d seen that sadness in full swing and you were so happy when he placed his heart in your hands. You were lucky to say the very least.

Laura seemed to be the flighty type from what you knew, always moving from one thing to the next, you wondered how on earth she could get bored of the life Paterson gave you. It was quiet and perfect, homely and altogether everything you had been looking for. You were glad that he was now yours, your heart soared at the prospect every chance it got.

So, you figured now, however silly it may be, you felt a little threatened.

“Well regardless it doesn’t matter” he stated matter of factly, placing his half empty pint of beer down. You titled your head in question, “…because I have you beautiful. I don’t need anyone else”

The clench of your heart almost floored you, sitting back on your stool you tried to regain yourself but nope, Paterson wasn’t having that. He leant forward and took your hand, “She can ‘crush’ on me all she likes but my heart belongs to you”

The stunned silence you gave him in reply made him smile. As unassuming as Paterson may seem he really did like flustering you. It made his ego grow just a touch, puffing up his chest and making him feel bolder than his quiet disposition gave way too.

“I only have eyes for you” he whispered, leaning forward he strokes his thumb across your cheek, “And if she’s pretty or not you’re the only one that has an effect on me, no one else turns me on like you do”

A gasp escaped from behind where your teeth bit at your bottom lip, “Paterson! In public?”

He smirked to himself, “Just proving a point”

“So forward,” it was your turn to smirk now, nudging your shoulder into him. He smiled shyly in return and linked his arm around your shoulder, pulling you so your head rested against him.

“Poetry has its place my darling but sometimes a straight to the point approach has its benefits”

[babbushka]

omg pale or Paterson on their birthday? 🥺🥺

Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you enjoy this soft little something! :)

It wouldn't be incorrect to say that Paterson is an incredibly sentimental person. He always has been, ever since he was a sensitive little boy sticking close to his mother's side. Now that he's an adult, he's been hardened by his experiences of the world, but still, he's never stopped being that shy, gentle, introspective person that you know and love.

His birthdays are quiet because he prefers them that way. He's not one for large parties at a loud restaurant, he doesn't need fanfare or all the attention on him. Paterson's ideal birthday is to be surrounded by loved ones in a lowkey, comfortable outing.

One year you gathered up his motley crew of coworkers, friends, and family, and went to a jazz festival under the stars in the park. Another year, you borrowed a couple lounge chairs and drove him out to the seaside to soak up the sunshine.

In the beginning, he didn't even tell you when his birthday had arrived. It was only after the house's landline had gotten a call from his mother, asking if they could get together, did you realize.

It's not that he didn't like his birthday -- it was just that well, it was just another day.

You're the one who taught him that another day on this earth is something to cherish, and that despite the way life is constantly trying to do otherwise, making it another year is something worth celebrating.

That struck a chord with Paterson, this thoughtful, kind, grateful person. This man who saw beauty in the mundane, who found light in the darkest of tunnels. You're right, and it's inspired him to be more open about his birthday.

Each year, you work on continuing a poem that you recite for him, just the two of you late at night, skin sweaty and lips kiss-swollen.

And if nothing else, he looks forward to next year's birthday to hear what you've added to the next stanza.

Tagging some Paterson loving friends!

@sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @sunflowersinthesnow @steeevienicks @chapterhappygirl @2000andwhat @cornmousequeen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @icarusinthesea @princessflip @sweetlyours @mrs-gucci @darkhairedmenrule @schopenhauerdeathsquad @einmal-im-traum @ohsolonelyghosts @pop-rocks-and-skittles @emi11ie

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

A Tight Squeeze

A/N: You all can blame @contesa-lui-alucard for this monstrosity... I literally am in love with this character now and I will never stop... I slept on him SO hard and I REGRET IT! Thank you for the inspiration and this fic is so self indulgent I wish Pat was my true baby daddy... Enjoy loves!🖤

Warnings: tw: pregnancy, tw: pregnancy kink, obscene amounts of marital fluff and love, tw: breeding kink, tw: unprotected sex, tw: doggystyle, tw: very slight edging, tw: body image, tw: slight depression (regarding body image and self esteem), lots of fluff (because Pat is fluffy), tw: daddy kink, tw: hair pulling, creampies (I mean when am I NOT doing a creampie?) a smidgen of Dom!Pat because I CANNOT control myself

(PLZfor the love of Satan lmk if I miss a tag or TW... I am only human and I make errors all the time)

“Goddammit!” you practically cried, seeing the thousandth piece of clothing you owned barely fitting around your new curves. The look of defeat and sorrow running across your pretty face from the mirror as you twisted and turned to somehow wish the new poundage away.

“Honey?” a sheepish voice called from the kitchen in your quaint home, his heavy footfalls coming steadily as he padded back to your bathroom.

His precious features gracing the floor-length mirror as he crowded the edge of the molding on the frame of the closet.

He gasped slightly, surveying the scene before him. His cock stirred in his jeans as he appraised your body, the new planes from the growing baby inside you making you glow with an effervescence he had never seen before.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he caught his breath, your tits plunging out of the small tank top, bouncing as you frustratingly tried to pull it over your growing bump, to no avail as the bottom half and your belly button poked from under the hemline.

The leggings barely fitting on your thighs as they clutched onto your globe of an ass. He wished on all the stars that you couldn’t fit into your underwear and had forgone them all together so he could rip the seam and go to town on your backside.

“Pat,” you whined his name, running your hands over your belly, clearly upset you had a dwindling wardrobe as the days progressed.

“I need to get some new stuff honey,” your pretty lips going into a full pout as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You never had any reason to feel as unattractive as you had just now. He had never given you any indication he didn’t think you were the most beautiful creature on this planet. In fact, when he and you had found out about the baby, he was completely overjoyed and more touchy than he had ever been in the years he’d been married to you.

His feral instincts had kicked into hyperdrive when he became a father-to-be. Making sure you were well taken care of in all aspects including but not limited to cleaning, cooking, foot rubs, nightly baths, and of course reading poetry to you and your unborn son as he grew bigger and bigger.

He loved every detail of it. The gross and good parts, and ebbed and flowed with every single mood swing and nauseous feeling you had. He was the perfect husband, and here he was, looking at you as if you were the most gorgeous goddess he had ever seen. In fact, you were to him, no matter how many times he had been in utter disbelieve that you gave him the time of day let alone let him fuck you three or more times a day.

“Okay baby,” he cooed, coming over to wrap you in the biggest hug he could, rubbing your back as you sobbed over this minor detail in your pregnancy.

He hushed and rocked you, petting your hair, while you inhaled his fresh scent, rubbing your face in his cotton t-shirt as he whispered the sweetest nothings into your ear.

“It’s gonna be okay honey,” he murmured, “you still look absolutely perfect to me my sweet love,” the words making you tear up even more as he kept with his praises.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” his chorus kept going, the baby suddenly joining in the party as he kept talking, “we both think you are, mama,” the sobs catching in your throat as your son kicked a series in your stomach, his low baritone only encouraging the movements as he kept on.

“In fact, I think mama could use a nice bath and something sweet to eat… What do you think?” he arched back to see your head pop up from its place, his precious smirk making you smile with glassy eyes while you nodded.

“That’s exactly what I think too,” kissing your forehead with the lightest effort, “okay, go get out of these, and I’ll get it going for you, deal?” his eyebrows raised as he ran a hand over the expanse of your bump, cradling underneath while you wiped your cheeks off with your hands.

He kissed over your face before heading to the bathroom to run the tub, the lavender scent emanating as the water filled the basin.

You struggled out of your clothing, cursing the companies who made your clothes as you did so. You felt like burning them in a fire or ripping them to shreds but settled on maturity rather than violence as the clothes weren’t the issue.

Your body ached from the weight of everything. The baby of course wasn’t your average-sized fetus, being that his father was a whopper when he was born. You never assumed, however, that he could be as heavy as he felt the more he grew inside you. And you also didn’t take into account the toll his size would take on yourself as the months dragged on. But willful ignorance is what you went with, and with that came karma in its truest form.

No matter how much you hurt and complained, you loved your boys, size and all, and you knew you wouldn’t do this for any man except for your precious Pat.

He was truly just the best partner in every sense of the word. And this simple gesture of making sure you practiced some self-care was his way, amongst many, of showing you how much he appreciated the sacrifices you were making for him and your growing family.

You waded into the steaming water, the enveloping hug of warmth shrouding your emotional state into numbness as the floral notes caressed your senses. This was heavenly, you thought, submerging your body as far as possible into the water, the top of your belly poking out like a small island in the ocean as you relaxed.

You closed your eyes, trying to take in the serenity, rubbing slow circles on the sides of your taut stomach as the baby relaxed within you.

Your meditation was so deep after a few minutes, you never heard Pat come in to check on you.

His hand found the exposed skin, calloused fingers enveloping it in a heated touch as he whispered to you, “how are we doing now mama?” he cooed, his soft smile in the warm light bringing you to tears again.

He was the sweetest thing on this planet. You hoped to any entity that was listening that your son had his perfect features. Those golden eyes, his soft lips, the freckles that speckled his body, his calm demeanor.

“Better,” you whispered back, unconsciously pushing your body into his touch, “thank you, daddy,” smiling at his sweet face.

“Good,” holding his gaze for a moment to peer at your perfection for just a second longer, his smile widening as yours did too.

“When you’re ready to get out I’ll help you get all lotioned and dressed… I’ve got one of my shirts and sweats out for you babe,” his lips pressing against your forehead again as you exhaled a relieved sigh.

“We’ll go get you some new stuff in the morning,” rubbing the top of your bump as you smiled brighter and brighter, “that okay?”

You nodded, peacefully, not wanting him to leave this spot until you were finished.

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You spent about twenty more minutes in there until the water became too cold, his cue to get you and little man from the tub.

He helped you get dried off, making sure to gingerly rub your skin before grabbing the lotion from the cabinet. He knew you liked the lavender scent, so he had picked up a bottle when he was at the store earlier in the month. The fact that it was just about gone being an indication of a good purchase on his part.

He rubbed your relaxed muscles, making sure to massage the cream into every crack and crevice he could reach for you, the primal instincts rising within as he ran his hands over the curves and dimples on your skin.

He tried to shake the thoughts, thinking of the task at hand, but being hopelessly derailed after you let out the fifth or sixth moan in pure bliss.

He snapped then, the ambient lighting in the room looking so good on your naked body as you laid out perched in the best way for him.

“Pat?” his sudden stop causing you to look up from your spot, the pillows you had stacked so you were comfortable during his massage able to push you to see his looming body over your belly.

“What’s wrong honey?” gazing at him in the warm light, his hair tousled from the work he had been doing, his lips quivering as he gulped a dry swallow upon seeing your eyes meet his.

“I need you to get on your hands and knees and arch that perfect back of yours before I paint my jeans,” his tone deep enough to cause a stir in your nether regions.

Your eyes dilating immediately upon his sudden domineering behavior, “like this baby?” you made a show out of it all, wiggling your ass as you crawled up the bed, gripping the sheets in both hands as your back arched just the way he liked it.

“Such a good fucking mama,” he cooed, the sounds of his pants unzipping and the clang of them on the floor, coupled by the bed creaking slightly from his weight on the edge, “back up to me honey,” his hands gripping the sides of your hips as he helped you ease your body to meet his.

His tip barely touching your ass, causing a hiss to leave his chest, and a moan to leave yours upon feeling his pubic hair graze your mound.

“I’m gonna destroy this pussy of mine,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and deeper as he grabbed and rubbed his tip in your wet folds, “fuck this wet little pussy until you can’t take it anymore,” gritting as your hole sucked the head in, your warmth coating it so perfectly.

“Fuck Pat,” you whined, his hold on your hips bruising as he stilled his tip for a moment or two before sheathing it to its base, “y-you’re s-so f-fucking b-bi,” not able to even finish as he plunged even further, pushing your hips so you both let out a chorus of groans.

“Y-you t-take t-this b-big c-cock of m-mine s-so w-well m-mama,” he gasped out, picking up his pace as he fucked further and further into you, his hand pressing into your lower back as you arched more and more.

“I-I’m s-such a g-good g-girl,” you mused back, “I-I l-love p-pleasing m-my b-baby,” feeling his dick harden even more in your squelching cunt as he plummeted further into your hole.

“S-such a g-good g-girl,” he recanted, “k-keeping m-my c-cum s-so g-good,” speeding up even further, your moans picking up as he found your G-spot.

“Y-you l-love b-being all f-full of m-me,” the slaps of sweaty skin and balls hammering the room as the moans turned into feral screams.

“I-I l-love c-carrying y-your b-baby P-Pat,” the tears streaming as you felt the shroud of warmth begin to expand from your cunt to the rest of your body.

“T-that’s f-fucking r-right y-you d-do,” he growled, his teeth snarling as the sweat dripped in a waterfall from his short locks, the songs of your cries opening his senses to overdrive as he watched you writhe under him.

“Y-you c-cum on t-this m-monster c-cock of y-yours,” he grunted, feeling your walls vibrate around him and your screams emanate. As a last-ditch effort, he moved his hand on your back to grab your messy bun, pulling the hair to cement your rapture.

“F-fuck P-Pat!” you came, and you came hard. The damn breaking to coat his dick in your sweet sticky release wave upon wave, the wet sounds sending him over the edge as he pummeled the last of his efforts into your spent pussy.

He grit his teeth again, pushing in two more times before emptying his large load into your occupied cunt, the overload spilling out in a thick mixture while he pumped lazily in and out, musing at the sight.

He pulled out slowly, holding your hips so you could relax a little bit before guiding you to the side and surrounding your body with an abundance of pillows once more.

“So much for a bath,” you sighed and laughed, fanning yourself in a sweaty haze.

“I’m sorry honey,” he chuckled too, grabbing a towel to wipe you and then himself off, “I wasn’t even thinking about it… I just got too riled up from the clothes you were wearing earlier, and I…” he trailed off, watching a smile creep over your face as he talked.

“Really?” your curiosity getting the better of you, “you liked me in those clothes?”

“Ummm,” he sheepishly blushed, “y-yes?” itching the back of his head trying to avoid any eye contact with you.

“Well....” you adjusted as the baby began to make himself known for the night, “I guess I know what I need to do in the future,” winking as he found the other side of the bed, curling up to run his hand over your belly.

“Honey,” he whispered, “you don’t have to be doing anything for me to get turned on by you… I’m just in love with you either way,” his admission making you misty-eyed while you felt his light touches on your skin.

“But I have to admit… I really like this kind of look on you,” gesturing to all of your figure from head to toe.

“Well, you made me this way,” inching in to kiss his plush lips, him returning as you both pecked each other for a few seconds.

“I’ll keep you this way if you want me to,” his voice barely loud enough for you to hear, “keep you all knocked up and gorgeous for as long as you let me,” his words going straight to your cunt again as he kissed you again and again.

“As many times as you wish… Daddy,” winking and kissing him deeply, a smile inching over his lips as yours met.

“I love you,” his faint words cutting into your soul as if he was saying it for the first time.

“I love you,” returning it with a smile and a nuzzle into his neck as you began to drift off together in sticky paradise.

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Well... What did we all learn today? That I have a total fucking issue with not being his baby mama and that I have staples that I stick to and will not waiver from in my deepest darkest fantasies... Goodnight everyone I love you and I'll be crawling back into my festering hole to think about what I have done.

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(Plz lmk if you would love to be added/removed from the taglist... Thank you all for the love and the support for this absolute garbage)

[joanquill]

Ghost hunting/summoning

Number:16 Characters: all the gang Type:fluff What about everyone getting together to celebrate hallowen and then they decided to play a diabolic game and ended up summoning a ghost or maybe something like a mission related to a haunted house or a cult? Thanks💗💗

Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Fred Porlock, James Bonde, Jack Renfield, Miss Moneypenny, Von Herder, and Zack Paterson

Warning/s: Blood, Little Bit of Gore

Tag/s: Fluff, Pretty much scientifically and historically inaccurate

"Uh..." you muttered as you looked at the abandoned manor in front of you as crows flew away.

The gates were covered with vines and moss crawling up the mansion with police tape hurriedly wrapped around.

The paint was peeling, and the walls barely kept it together as pieces of wood fell from who knows where.

The windows were broken, nailed with wood, or swaying with the wind.

You swear you see a child's silhouette waving on one of them despite no light coming from inside.

"Yeah... I think I'll stay in the carriage with Herder,"

"What? You're scared?" Sebastian teased as he blocked you, making the others look.

"No!" you quickly denied, "I just thought... I'd be more useful if I stayed," you explained as you pushed past him.

"(Y/N)," William called out, making you sigh and stop.

"...If I die, I'll haunt your asses 'till you join me in Hell,"

"Why the hell are we doing police work when we're criminals, anyway...?" you muttered to yourself as you followed the group inside.

"Here is the crime scene,"

"Where's the body?"

"Look around," blood and chunks dripped down the walls, making you sick in the stomach.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"My arm...?"

"Oh, sorry," you apologized to Moneypenny as you loosened your hold, not noticing how tightly you hugged it as Moneypenny kept you close.

"I see..." William muttered as he observed around, along with Louis and Albert.

"I'll keep the Scotland Yard at bay,"

"I'll ask around the people around if they noticed anything,"

"Moran and I will check the area outside,"

Paterson, Fred, Instructor Jack, and Sebastian excused themselves, leaving you six behind.

"Let's go check the second floor," Bonde suggested as Moneypenny and Jack agreed, pulling you along.

"Ugh... I don't like this..."

"...I really don't like this..." you muttered, seeing the satanic circle on the floor with candles, ropes, knives, blood, and an ouija board.

"What's that?" Bonde walked to the center of the board, the ceiling about to give out.

"JAMES!" you shouted as you pulled him back, the ouija board now crushed with some of the floorboards now sticking out.

"Okay... Let's get out of here," you pulled James and Moneypenny back down, seeing the brothers still there.

"What was that?"

"A sign to get out of here," you answered as you ran to the front doors, but they slammed shut in your face.

"What the-!?" you jiggled the doorknob to open it, but it was locked.

"Well, well..." a strange voice echoed in the house, making you all freeze.

"I thought we were the ones here..." you muttered as you ran back to Moneypenny.

"We are," Louis confirmed, raising a brow at the voice.

The windows started to move on their own as paintings and picture frames fell.

"Did you really think killing me would be the end of it all?" the echo said as the strong wind blew inside.

"Will!?"

"I'm figuring it out, too," he answered as the six of you got pushed onto a wall.

"What do you want!?" you asked the echo, making the wind stop.

"Do you really not recognize me?" it asked, making a body take shape before you.

You couldn't recognize them with their face completely deformed.

"The one you killed so heartlessly?" they asked again as you squinted your eyes.

"...Yeah, you gotta be more specific than that..." you muttered, making the ghost screech as everything went wild.

"(Y/N)!"

"I'M THE ONE WHO WANTED TO STAY BEHIND WITH HERDER!"

[glassbxttless]

Paterson x f!Reader

Fluffmas Day 2: Christmas Gifts

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: none

Paterson is up too late, his candy cane striped pajama bottoms are pooled around his knees as he sits cross legged in the quiet glow of multi-colored Christmas lights. He’s got wrapping paper, scotch tape, and a bag of multicolored bows open beside him. He’s tried for so long to keep this a secret. Every gift he’s collected and hid from you since July is sitting in front of him, ready to be wrapped and stacked under the tree.

He’s got glitter covering his lap from the candy striped wrapping paper he’s placed down. Paterson’s wrapping isn’t the neatest, isn’t the prettiest, but you’ve always loved the way he wraps. The jumbles at the top, the weird strings tied around in the strangest looking bows you’ve ever seen. His heart smiles brightly, wrapping that pretty framed poster of the two of you from the three Christmas’ you’ve already shared together. And each year he grows fonder, warmer, makes it harder to think he could ever be without you. His heart squeezes in excitement every time he thinks of you opening that personalized wine bottle, the one he’s sure you’ll giggle as you drink and then display the empty glass on the mantle.

He thinks that you’ll enjoy the body scrub he’s picked out after hearing how much you say that you needed it. He stacks up each gift and places them under the tree, labeling them with a Love, Paterson right on the top. He hums quietly, hearing the cat roll overtop of the loose trimmings of wrapping paper. And he takes a look over at the bed in your studio, to make sure you’re still sleeping and he’s being as quiet as he can be.

You’ve done your Christmas shopping early, picked out the nicest journals for Pat. Personalized paintings on the inside covers with his name printed right through the middle. He would absolutely love them and you knew that he would. He would get the prettiest smile on his face, run his fingers over specially pressed vegan leather, he would untie the straps and flip open the pages. He would look over at you after opening the gifts and he would smile and hug you as tightly as he could. But you’re asleep now, your gifts stacked under the tree so neatly while he finishes wrapping up his.

And on Christmas morning, Paterson’s arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. The snow is falling outside of your New Jersey studio, the radiator is working overtime to keep your apartment warm. The cat is wrapped up in a ball on the windowsill. You feel Paterson’s lips on the back of your neck, humming quietly as he rubs your hip. “Good morning, dove.” He mumbles quietly. “Merry Christmas.”

You open your eyes, stretching and taking in the quiet morning that you’re sharing together. “Merry Christmas.” You mumble softly, sitting up in bed. The matching candy cane pajamas are clinging to your bodies as you clamber out of the sheets to collect your gifts for one another. Paterson smiles at you brightly, holding his gifts in his lap as you begin to open the things he’s gotten for you. The things he’s put so much thought into. You grin, thanking him for each one. You’ll hang the poster right above your bed, use your plants to place around them.

And when Paterson opens his journals, his eyes start to water. He looks at the P pressed in that leather. His heart starts to feel like it’s growing three sizes. Warm and fuzzy and full of love. He knows how much you’ve always supported him and he’s so happy to have found you so early in his life. He opens the inside of the first journal, the one with the worn brown cover. He sees the painting of flowers and leaves on the inside, his name in the nicest calligraphy right across the pages. And he really can’t wait to sit at the front of his bus and scribble words to new poems across the clean white expanse of the paper.

You smile as you watch him, he reaches over for a pen. And maybe he scratches down one of the quickest love poems he’s ever had come to him. He writes about the color of your eyes and how they light up with just the perfect amount of holiday cheer. He writes about the way the stars align and how you get to kiss under the mistletoe each time you two pass the island in the kitchen. His whole heart bursts with each word he writes down on the page.

You sit and smile at one another, enjoying each other’s presence as the cat plays with the new toys you two had gotten for him. Your hearts are growing larger and larger with the spirit of the holidays. “This was so thoughtful, dove.” Paterson smiles at you. “I love the gifts, I can’t believe you put so much thought into them… just for me,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “It really means a lot to me.”

You smile brightly, heart eyes as you lean in to kiss the tips of his ears. “I love you, P.” You mumble, rubbing his shoulder. “I love everything you picked out for me. It must have taken a lot of thought and preparation to find some of these things.” You say softly, eyes filled with admiration. Paterson smiles again and your heart starts to soar.

Paterson starts to pick up the discarded wrapping paper, and maybe he stashes one of the With Love, Dove tags in his pocket for his memory box. With every gift and every stolen kiss, Christmas starts to get a little sweeter. Every year gets a little bit better and Paterson thanks every star in the sky every day. He thinks about marrying you. A holiday wedding. A Christmas wedding. And as he watches you hang your favorite gift you’ve received— he knows for sure that this is one of the most special days he ever gets to share with you. And he knows he can’t pass up the opportunity.

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[mrs-gucci]

For a Fourth of July fic, could you write something to do with Paterson and the reader at a party with some smut?

Bathroom Rendezvous {Paterson x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! oooooo yes, I would love to write some paterson smutty goodness for you ;)

warnings: fluff. smut. dom-ish pat. mirror sex. humor. 

(possible) tw's: semi-public sex (bathroom sex).

As a fun little housewarming party of sorts, you and Paterson throw together a little Fourth of July barbecue get-together at the new house. Since getting engaged only a couple months ago, you decided to finally purchase a house of your own. 

You found the perfect, quaint little house with a big backyard and old farmhouse-like character. Both of you fell in love with the house as soon as you stepped foot inside. 

Today, the backyard was a sea of red white and blue, streamers and banners fluttering in the New Jersey summer breeze as you and Pat get some last-minute things squared away.

Friends and family soon file through the back gate, spreading out in small groups across the backyard. You’re on greeter duty while Paterson pulls the grill out from the shed. 

Kids and parents begin to set up various lawn games while others sit on the outdoor loungers and have a cold one. Everything is running smoothly so far, which is a huge weight off your shoulders. 

You look around the backyard, the sight of it being utilized to its full potential bringing you tremendous joy. Your eyes linger over the parents and their kids, mind wanders to what it’ll one day look like when you and Paterson decide to start a family together...

“Hello, beautiful.” A familiar voice says, large hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, giving them a rub. “Everything’s going well, don’t you think?”

You sigh, looking over your shoulder at the handsome man you’re lucky enough to call your fiancé.

“Indeed it is. Thanks for all your help setting up and getting the grill, I appreciate it.”

Paterson smiles, letting his hands trail down over the curves of your body, resting now on your hips. His lips plant a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“No thanks necessary, sweetness. The sight of you in this beautiful little sundress is more than enough of a ‘thank you’.”

Your eyebrows raise as his lips journey their way across your shoulder blade and up to the curve of your neck. “Mm, is that so?”

“Oh, yes.” He scrapes his teeth along your skin playfully. “You know I love a good sundress on you. They always look so pretty, but perhaps that isn’t saying much coming from me, since I think everything you wear is pretty.”

“Well,” You look around, seeing that pretty much everyone’s enjoying themselves. “Don’t you think the dress would look better...on the floor?”

Paterson groans softly, smirking against your skin. “I’m sure it would. Why don’t we, uh, put that theory to the test, hm?”

You bite your lip, looking around one last time to make sure that no one’s the wiser to yours and Paterson’s less-than-appropriate plans before walking into the house at a casually brisk pace.

“Where--oookay then!”

He quickly pulls you into the first-floor powder room, effectively answering your question. Once you’re inside, he quickly closes and locks the door behind you, then pins you up against it.

His lips mingle with yours as his large hands squeeze the flesh of your hips, then travel up to the thin spaghetti straps laid over your shoulders, keeping the dress up. He teases them for a moment before pushing them off, pulling back to watch the dress fall to the floor, revealing your partially-nude figure to his wanting eyes.

“So fucking pretty.” He mumbles, eyes flickering between your breasts while his thumbs come up to tease the hardening buds. “Love your tits, sweetness.”

You let out a shaky sigh, back arching off the door at his touch. “Mmmmmm, as much as I love this, we don’t have much time, baby. People are gonna notice we’re missing soon.”

A simple nod is his only response before his hands move down to trace the waistband of your panties. His forefingers loop in the material, promptly yanking them off your hips, letting them pool at your feet. 

His palm reaches down to cup your bare crotch, groaning softly when he feels the wetness and heat already present there. He smirks, curling his fingers back to tease your clit, which makes you jump slightly.

“Sink.” He whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Bend over and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

You nod, whimpering softly as you make your way over to the porcelain sink, bending yourself over it and spreading your legs, just as your fiancé had requested.

Paterson wastes no time removing his khakis and plaid boxers, pulling his hardened arousal out from beneath the layers. He runs his hand over the shaft a few times, making sure he’s ready for you, then lines himself up with your entrance.

His hand rests on your shoulder while the other helps guide him inside, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as he sinks further and further into your wet heat. Your back arches once he’s fully in, walls stretching out to accommodate his girthy size. 

“Mmmmmm, Pat...”

He grunts in response, forehead resting on your upper back as his hips begin to move, quickly picking up the pace. His head eventually moves up your back, chin now resting on your shoulder, hand coming up to wrap around your jaw. 

“W-Want you to watch yourself getting fucked, Y/N.”

You moan softly, eyes looking at the erotic reflection in the mirror. Your tits bounce slightly under the confines of your bra with each of Pat’s swift movements and you watch how his face contorts as he fucks you.

The snapsnapsnap sound of his hips colliding with your skin quickly fills the small space and you can feel your orgasm beginning to build up. Your hand slides down, fingertips swiping over the hardened bud nestled between your legs. 

Paterson moans when your insides instinctively clench, hips starting to lose their rhythm as his climax builds steadily. His hands move down to grip your hips, keeping you steady while his hips frantically slap against you, cock sliding in and out rapidly.

“I’m c-close, sweetness.” He grunts in your ear, eyes staring at you through the mirror’s reflection. “Gonna fill you up, Y/N, stuff you so f-fuuuucking full.”

Your fingers move quicker over your stiff clit, bringing yourself to orgasm moments later. You gasp and moan softly as you watch yourself come undone around your fiancé’s cock, a sight that only prolongs your orgasm. 

Pat’s orgasm comes shortly after yours and you thoroughly enjoy the sight of his brows knitting in the center of his forehead as his hips press themselves flush against your ass, burying his cock as deep inside of you as possible. 

“O-Oh fuuuuck.”

As soon as he’s finished, he gently pulls out and pulls his bottoms back on before helping you get re-dressed, kissing your neck as he does so. 

“You’re incredible.” He breathes, spinning you around so that he can kiss you properly. “I love you so much.”

You smile, kissing him back eagerly. “I love you too, Pat.”

The two of you walk out of the bathroom together without much thought, promptly running into Pat’s mom, who was apparently heading to the bathroom. She gives the two of you a suspicious look, which makes Pat blush madly, sighing softly as she turns around and heads towards the staircase.

“Yup, I’ll definitely be using the upstairs bathroom.”

[carloswilliamcarlos]

Hand in Hand (Paterson x Reader)

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: None, just fluffiness

AN: This is a little story about the first time Pat holds your hand awwwwwwwwww :)))))))))))))

You aren’t sure if it’s an accident at first. 

His pinky brushes against yours. It’s autumn, leaves are falling all around you, and the wind is nipping fiercely at your neck, but it’s his touch that gives you a chill. 

You’ve never walked this close before, side by side, just near enough to feel each other’s warmth, to huddle in the little cloud of cozy that circles the two of you and no one else. It’s a fragile aura, it’ll dissipate if you move even an inch too far away. So you don’t dare, and you thank your stars when the tall form of his body follows yours like a magnet with the sway of each step. He still smells just faintly like the cinnamon latte he sipped across from you this morning, all spicy and sweet and safe. 

So close like this, it’s only natural your hands would touch. So you try your very best not to think too much of it, even though your steps slow, your heart picks up, and your wide eyes stare straight ahead. And then there are the goosebumps that travel in little glittering constellations up your arm, across the nape of your neck, over your scalp, and all the way back down your spine to the tips of your toes. 

You wonder, in the milliseconds that pass by like hours in that moment, if he’ll apologize. If he’ll stumble through some sorry phrases in that rich amber voice, draw his hand back so devastatingly far away from yours, thinking it’s for your sake. 

He’s done it before. Not with his hand, but with his heart. He’s gotten so close you had no choice but to touch, telling you stories about his mother, his 5th grade book report, his inability to watch movies where someone drowns, his divorce. And you’ve touched, across the dining table, from the other side of the coffee shop, even through phone lines. Your hearts have reached out like invisible hands and brushed in the space between you. But he’s always pulled away as soon as he felt it. Like he hadn’t meant to invade your space. Like he was afraid to be seen, heard, known. Just a little too close for comfort. And that was OK. 

You weren’t going anywhere. Not when the very nearness of him kept your soul so warm. 

And now here you are, and it’s not an invisible touch this time. His hand is grazing yours, gingerly, gently, just barely there. But it’s there. 

You brace for the cold air to hit, for the chill you’ll feel in the wake of him pulling away. And the milliseconds tick by, one by one. 

What you don’t know is that Paterson has fought in a war, shipped out overseas, left his entire world behind and literally stared down the barrel of a gun, but this is still the bravest he’s ever had to be. 

Because you matter. And none of it ever has before, he realizes, until now. 

He’s been thinking about this for weeks. 

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He felt it, too, those times you touched. That’s what you don’t know. He felt it through the phone line, when you didn’t laugh at his self-deprecating joke about 5th grade. 

“They all laughed. I think even the teacher was laughing,” he chuckled. He’d told this story before. A few times, actually. It was the story of the first time he ever tried public speaking, presenting a book report on Maniac Magee in front of the whole class. He’d thrown up on his shoes, wracked head to toe by stage fright. At the time, it had been the most embarrassing moment of his entire life. But it was rote now, just an old funny story, and he didn’t have to think twice about following up with the punchline. “They only let me graduate to 6th grade because I promised I’d aim for the trash can next time.”

He waited for you to chuckle politely, like they all do, like she did. Waited for the practiced nicety of it all to play out. 

But you didn’t laugh. 

“Pat, that’s awful,” you said, your voice laced with sweetness and sympathy. “You didn’t deserve that, you poor kid.”

And something hurt. 

There was a memory, a distant ache that had been numbed over the years. But he felt it again. The twinge of embarrassment. The dizziness of confusion at what he’d done wrong. He had only been trying his best.

He was just a kid. 

A wound opened then, a wound that had never healed right. Had fused into a gnarled scar that could only be soothed by humor. And maybe Pat knew, in that moment, that there was a chance to heal it better. To treat it with compassion and patience and honesty that would sting like rubbing alcohol as it rid the wound of bacteria and denial and shame.

But it hurt, then. And Pat was afraid. So he recoiled, drew back his hand, reeled his voice back in through the imaginary spirals of the phone cord and told you he had to be up early the next morning and he had better go.

He hung up. He dreamt of you that night. And when he woke, he felt as if something in him had been stitched together that had been in pieces since he was 10 years old. 

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He felt your touch when he told you about his mother for the first time. He told you about her laugh from across the dining table, leaning back in his own chair and guffawing himself as he recalled the way her shrieks used to echo through the halls of his childhood home. And you laughed, too. And it sounded so beautiful that it caught him off guard, and suddenly he was acutely aware of his own goofy voice, his crooked teeth, his carefree posture. He was acutely aware that he had lost track of the story, had told you things about her that strangers didn’t know, had let you catch a glimpse of the only love left in his life that hadn’t been tainted or broken. 

And Pat was afraid. 

So he stopped laughing, caught his breath, swallowed a few times and stared down at the table. And when he glimpsed your falling, disappointed smile, he couldn’t tell if it was his laugh you didn’t like, or the fact that he had stopped. 

“I love your laugh,” you said, as if on cue. And suddenly his ears were so hot, and you were the most breathtaking person he had ever seen. 

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He felt it the first time you met, just a couple of strangers sharing a coffee shop table on a busy Saturday morning. 

“Have you seen that new pirate movie?” you asked, tapping a fingernail at an ad in his newspaper. “I’ve heard it’s fantastic.”

“Uh, no,” he bumbled. He was caught so off guard by you, his eyebrows lifted in the middle and his pretty lips dropped open just the littlest bit. “I… I can’t really do movies where people fall into water.”

Weird. Stupid. What a weird, stupid thing to say.

But you tilted your head to the side, eyebrow raised and your eyes shining. You looked like a quizzical little puppy. He’ll never forget it. 

“Really?” you asked. And it was just that one word. All it took was a single word to make him feel seen, to make him realize you cared, really cared, about something- about someone- that mattered so little. But maybe he did matter. If you were really there, really looking at him like that, then yeah, maybe he mattered after all. 

He felt your touch then. And Pat was afraid. 

Afraid he’d be too much for you, the way he was for her. Afraid whatever you learned about him, you’d use against him. Afraid you’d laugh at him. Afraid he had coffee breath. Afraid he’d take up too much of your morning, your day, your space, your world, your life. 

But there was something in him that wanted to be brave. Something in him that couldn’t really help it. Something that knew better than he did. 

So he told you about it, just a little. He didn’t tell you about why. He didn’t tell you about the nightmares. He didn’t tell you about the falls, where could face his fear from a safe distance, from behind a chain link fence. But he told you about the fear. Word by halting word. And you smiled. And you listened. And you asked him to tell you more. 

And nothing was ever the same. 

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And here you are now, walking side by side, sharing a secret bubble of warmth amid the autumn wind. You’re still here. He’s still here. You’re still together, even after the shame, even after the retreats, even after the false starts and the countless times you both could have run.

You’re here, and his pinky is brushing against yours, and you think it may be an accident but it’s the most intentional thing he has ever done, maybe the only intentional thing he has ever done, and god he’s terrified, but he’s never been so sure. 

Your head turns to meet his gaze. He’s showing 500 different emotions all at once. He’s afraid, he’s embarrassed, he’s enraptured, he’s captivated, he’s breathless. You see flashes of them all, but you can only really make out one. 

He wants to hold your hand. 

You lift your pinky the tiniest little bit, grazing over his skin. It’s slow, so slow. But it picks up speed, and it all falls together, and in the next breath your fingers are like pages in a book, rifling through each other in a flurry that holds volumes, that holds your story, that holds it all. 

The gaps overlap effortlessly and your fingers slide between his. His palms are just a bit sweaty, you can feel the tough callous on his middle finger from where he holds his pen, and the cool metal of his watch presses against your wrist. There are so many more complexities to his touch than you’d imagined. The realness of him, the rough parts, the rawness, the radiating warmth… they’re perfect. Your eyes drop to where your hands meet, memorizing the masterpiece of your fingers intertwined, his broad grip protecting yours, holding it so preciously. 

He gives you a squeeze, and you meet his gaze again. His eyes flit back and forth between yours, and maybe it’s just the wind, but you swear there’s a tear or two welling in those beautiful dark depths. 

He blinks a few times and looks briskly forward, squeezing your hand again, longer this time. You smile knowingly, and without saying a word, you take your next step. 

His thumb glides back and forth over yours, savoring each millimeter of your skin, blessing each one with an unspoken wish that it will never be harmed, never be neglected, never be taken away. 

Step after step you walk on in comfortable silence, past pigeons and pups and parkgoers who will never know what took place in the milliseconds before this moment. 

They just see two lovers, walking side by side. Sharing the morning. Hand in hand.