#she looked at me leaned in and was like…r u a boy or a girl? and i said neither :)

[bookwyrminspiration]

PRIDE MONTH WIN GOT ASKED IF I’M A BOY OR A GIRL FOR THE FIRST TIME !!

[bloodibambiidoll]

I'm asking waayyy too much BUT ITS THE LAST ONE I PINKY PROMISE( for today. . .)

Anyyywaayyssss, okay so what if weird girl!reader was hanging around n climbing trees or something (bc I do that-) and JJ sees her and he's like "girl wtf r u doing up there" and blah blah blah it's there first time meeting too (it would be fun if rafe sees this and they're not dating yet n he gets a lil jelly hehe)

VERY RANDOM BUT MY HEAD JUST WORKS LIKE THATTT

Ty bb🪽🫀

Omg yes!! This is such a cutie idea!! I actually had this pic saved on her Pinterest board bc she absolutely climbs trees. Sometimes she just climbs a little too high… Jealous!Rafe, fluff, lovesick!Rafe 18+MNDI!

(Also in another world Jj & Weird!girl would be so cute actually)

“What’re you doing up there?” The sound of someone’s voice nearly has you falling off the tree branch you’re perched on as your hand flies to chest and a surprised gasp leaves you. You look below you to see a head of messy blonde hair and ocean blue eyes squinting up at you through the sun. You’ve never met him, but recognize him of course, it’s not like the island is particularly big so you’ve seen everyone at least once. Jj Maybank, he’s from the cut so it makes sense that you’ve never really crossed paths. He’s cute though.

“Umm… I’m doing pretty much exactly what it looks like I’m doing, sitting in a tree.” You let out a little small chuckle as you look down at him. “What are you doing down there?”

“Well, I’m exactly what it looks like I’m doing, walking on the ground.” You snort at that, giving him a playful roll of your eyes. “I know, I’m hilarious. I was just makin’ sure you weren’t stuck up there or anything.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say stuck. I’d say I may have flown too close to the sun climbing up this high.” You shrug as you kick your dangling feet back and forth.

“Soooo… you’re stuck then?” Jj smirks up at you as he adjusts the cap on his head so it’s facing backwards. It gives you a better view of his face, he’s cute. Maybe if you weren’t already so invested in Rafe you would definitely be interested in him.

“I mean, mentally? Yes. Physically? No. I could get down whenever I want, actually.” Your voice is sickly sweet and Jj wonders why he’s never talked to you before. He’s seen you around and he’s always thought you were hot. That whole semi creepy but still angelic vibe you give off really does it for him.

“Yeah? You need some help?” He chuckles and leans his hand against the trunk of the tree, out stretching his neck and accentuating his jaw. He looks like he’d be nice to bite.

“She’s good, Maybank.” Your head whips around to see Rafe walking down the dirt path with a stone cold look set on his face. “I can help my girl. You can fuck off now.”

“Rafey! Hi!” You smile wide as you wave down at him enthusiastically. You sent him a picture of you up in the tree telling him you might need a little help getting down and he immediately dropped everything to come to your rescue.

“Rafey, huh? That’s adorable, truly.” Jj smirks at Rafe and it has him breathing out hard through his nostrils. He’s been trying really hard not to beat every man who looks at you to a pulp but seeing fucking Jj Maybank smirking up at you while you giggle is making him see red.

“Shut the fuck up, Pogue. Didn’t I tell you to fuck off? I suggest you do before we have an actual problem.” Rafe takes a few steps towards him, his eyes are like blue fire as he glares at Jj like he wants to burn him alive. It’s kind of hot. If you’re being honest with yourself.

“Okaaaay, I think that’s enough. I’m good Jj, thank you for offering to help me, you’re sweet.” You give him a saccharine smile and it makes him swoon just a little. You are so cute that if he wasn’t trying to stay off the cops radar he would probably stand here and fuck with Rafe even more.

“Yeah, no problem, sweetheart. See ya around, let me know if pretty boy over here decides to fuck you over, I don’t mind being your rebound.” Jj bites his lip as he winks at you before turning to walk off. Rafe wants to chase after him and wipe that smug ass look off his face by shoving it into the dirt.

“Raaaafe.” You snap your fingers to get his attention and it pulls him out of his rage filled trance. He looks up at you, smiling down at him so sweetly and he almost forgets who Jj Maybank even is. Almost. He still wants to kick his fucking ass.

“Hmm? Yeah baby?”

“Can you help me get down now?” He giggle and Rafe swears it’s his favorite sound other than when you scream for him while you fall apart in his cock.

“Oh shit, yeah. C’mere.” Rafe moves so he’s directly under you with his arms outstretched. “Jump down, I’ll catch you.”

“I don’t know, Rafe. I’m pretty high up.” Your expression turns nervous so Rafe leans up so he can hit the bottom of your shoe with the tips of his fingers.

“You’re not even that high, see? Just fuckin’ jump. Promise I won’t let you fall.” He shakes his hands above his head and gives you that semi goofy, reassuring smile that’s reserved only for you.

“Okay. Fine.” You let out a dramatic sigh before bracing your hands on the branch so you can push yourself down into Rafe’s arms. A little squeal leaves you when he grips onto your hips and pulls you against his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck so you can plant a messy smooch on his lips. “My savior!! How will I ever repay you, fair knight?”

“Pft. You’re so fuckin’ dramatic.” Rafe snorts as he lightly sets you down on the ground.

“I’m dramatic? You were about to beat Jj’s ass for trying to help me!” You laugh, jokingly pushing your hand into his shoulder.

“Nah, he was doing more than just trynna help you.” Rafe grabs onto your hand so he can pull you closer against his chest. “He was fucking flirting with you and you’re mine.”

“Yours, huh? Guess I missed the letter in the mail that said we were official.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb.” Rafe throws his head back with a groan but you can see the smile painted across your lips. “I thought I made it pretty fuckin’ clear that you’re my girl.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know, might need you to spell it out for me.” Your giggle makes butterflies erupt in his stomach and Rafe never believed in that butterflies in your tummy bullshit until he met you.

“Ugh. You’re a brat, you know that?” You shrug, letting out a satisfied hum. “Fine. Be my girlfriend?”

“Uh, duh, I already am.” He rolls his eyes and you give him a satisfied smile. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

“You’re sooo in for it when we get back to my place. Brat.” He grips onto your neck, pulling your lips against his in a rough kiss. “Car. Let’s go.”

“Okay, okay, sooo bosssy.” He smacks your ass and you yelp, running full speed toward his truck.

“Oh hell nah! Get your lil ass back here!!”

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[aliidarling]

okayokay uhm how abt brat-taming but w ethan landry... but he's the subby lil brat and reader puts him in his place. maybe some overstim, degradation... maybe even a bit of praise too bc he'd prolly cry 💀 maybe reader would gag ethan w her panties bc he's being too loud and she doesn't want the group to hear them... sorry guys whore hrs

okay okay I HEAR YOU I HEAR YOU

made a lil thing for you :33 i hope u like it…

SUB!ETHAN LANDRY x fem!reader

summary; just ethan being subby

warnings; smut, p in v, oral, whiny ethan, sub ethan, femdom, degradation and praise, gagging

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable !!

ethan could never talk to a girl, even since he was young. he would always find himself slipping up with his words or just embarrassing himself. even when his dad forced him to put on the mask and fake an identity in college, he still didn’t have a fucking clue on how sex or anything like that worked.

but when he became chads roommate, he was of course introduced to his whole friend group and soon enough became one of them. they were alright. tara was cute, anika was a little annoying, chad was too obnoxious and the stereotypical frat boy. the only one he didn’t have a bone to pick with was you.

you were sweet to him. you never belittled him about his ‘nerdy’ hobbies or his shy personality he faked. he wanted to throw away his facade for just a few seconds so you could see the real him but his mission mattered more. his brother.

but as he gets closer and closer with you, his facade crumbles each passing day, his heart shaping to let you in no matter what his brain says.

that’s how he found himself beneath you, squirming and letting out strangled cries as you worked his body like a puppet. you were so talented with your fingers, knowing exactly which strings to pull as he mewled into the air, back arching. his hands were already tied behind him with a pink ribbon(he tried to refuse but your puppy eyes won him over).

“such a dirty boy,” you hummed softly, pressing soft kisses to his throbbing tip, admiring the way it glistened with his precum. he whimpered in response, leaning his head back as a guttural groan left his system.

“stop teasing me..” he whined weakly, weakly tugging at his restraints. he looked so pretty with his hands tied behind his back with a cute ribbon, the bow enhancing his charm.

“gotta be quiet, baby. don’t want anyone to overhear, do we?” you grin, trailing your lips back up to his face to press a sweet kiss against his lips. he immediately kisses back, so eager and needy for your touch. he chases your lips as you pull away, panting with a flushed face.

“augh— don’t care, i want you!” he raises his voice at the end, furrowing his brows with need and stubbornness. what a brat, you think.

your palm connects with his cheek with a firm smack, not too hard but enough to make him shrink and let out a small moan.

“everyone else is just next door, stupid boy. do you really want them to hear how pathetic you are? to hear you moaning and crying for pussy like a girl?” you raise a brow, your mean words echoing in his head as he looks away sheepishly, his cheek still tinted pink gently. he shakes his head quietly, lips quivering as his cock continues to twitch and throb.

“m’sorry, sorry— please just touch me, baby. i’ll do anything. cmon, please!” he begs desperately, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes with his big brown orbs. you groan and look away, before bending down to wrap your lips around his tip which takes him by surprise. he squeaks and lets out a long gasp, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of your warm mouth bobbing up and down on his cock.

“i— oh god, jus’ like that, you’re so fuckin good at this—“ he hisses under his breath, weakly tugging at the flimsy pink string around his strong wrists, not wanting to ruin your little fantasy of overpowering him. he knew he could snap these pathetic ribboned at any second, but his love for you suppressed the urge.

you pulled off his cock only to replace it with your pussy, hovering over him as he gasped softly at the sensation of your hole brushing against him. he groans loudly. you immediately holt your hips which causes him to whine at the loss of your touch, craving to feel your warm walls squeeze him.

“w-what—“ he’s interrupted by you shoving your panties into his mouth. he blinks stupidly and gags slightly before glaring up at you, pouting with his mouth full of your underwear. he doesn’t hate it.. the taste of your essence makes him almost even more aroused, but the pure disrespect makes him want to flip over the two of you and pound you silly.

but he’s not gonna do that, no, not when he’s so bent on being your good boy.

“everyone’s next door, ethan. you gonna be a bad boy and make noise? you want them to walk in on you getting slutted out?” you sneer, amusement present in your mocking tone. he jolts as you slide down without any warning, sinking down and taking his whole cock in one go. he groans in pure bliss, eyes rolling back. it was gonna be a long night.

[luveline]

hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour." 

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top." 

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it. 

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised. 

"What?" Sirius asks. 

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all." 

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline. 

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often." 

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me." 

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough. 

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks." 

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons. 

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks. 

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it." 

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too." 

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave. 

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away. 

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them. 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri." 

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?" 

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like." 

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling. 

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek. 

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says. 

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain. 

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot." 

"Good to know," you say breathlessly. 

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week." 

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously. 

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary." 

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date. 

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted. 

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight." 

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too." 

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel." 

[stormyelliotwritez]

walk with me…

ftm reader who has been in love with logan for years but he thinks logan is straight and also logan like wont stop being in love with jean and is absolutely OBLIVIOUS that r likes him.. (literally all the other x men know) and honestly this can be like super angsty or just silly idc whatever the vibe u best think works

im gonna somehow go with mostly angst coz thats my fav so here goes

tw for gender dysphoria related to wanting to fit logan’s so called type

BUT HE’S STRAIGHT?

Logan was staring at Jean again. This was like the fifth time just this staff meeting. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. Maybe Charles would let you go lay down if you faked a fever but maybe he’d do the whole psychic thing and realize you were fine.

You sat through the rest of the meeting and then left quickly, feeling like a loser. It’s been years and he still hasn’t noticed you. He’s always staring at Jean who’s literally been in love with Scott since they met. Why won’t he stare at you? How the fuck is he straight? But alas, he is.

You walked to your room, tugging at your shirt and wishing it would fit better. Maybe he’d have noticed you if you weren’t a boy, if you’d stayed what you’d been born as. Maybe if you were still her, he’d think you were cute. Maybe he’d look at you how he looked at Jean.

You slammed your door shut and clambered onto your bed, curling up into a ball. You stayed there, just thinking, until eventually you fell asleep.

In the morning, you got up and after showering and getting dressed, you threw on the jacket you’d stolen from Logan a few months ago, the one with the school’s logo. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. It’s not like he ever noticed you.

You went about your day, bumping into Scott who made a faux growl sound like Logan’s to tease you and then bumping into Hank who sniffed your jacket and then applauded you on managing to steal from Logan. Later in the day, you ran head first into Storm, when you were trying to avoid Logan, and she glanced at him and then meowed at you teasingly. You’d swear on someone’s grave that the only person who didn’t know about your years old crush was the man himself, Logan.

You managed to avoid Logan all day until�� dinner. He was sitting opposite the spot you always sat in. He was sitting there. Why was he sitting there was a question you couldn’t answer. You tugged at your jumper while holding your plate with one hand and you walked over to him.

“Logan,” you said with a nod.

“Bub,” he said back before looking you over.

He didn’t say anything about the jacket. He just sat there and ate his dinner and then stood up. He walked around to your side and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Nice jacket, bub.”

He then walked off, just like that.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He didn’t know though. He would know about your ridiculous crush if he was listening to your heartbeat right now. Oh my god, so he knew you’d stolen it but he couldn’t put the damn pieces together?

You finished your dinner and walked off. You were halfway to your room when someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom. The door was slammed and you were disoriented in the dark.

“You like me, bub?”

That was Logan’s voice. Wait, he knew? How? But…

“Come on, I ain’t got all day,” he said abruptly.

You nodded. You were quite sure he could see in the dark and the scoff he made seemed to say so. How could you have been so stupid? He was probably going to hate you now. He was straight. He’d always been straight and in love with Jean. He was oblivious. He’d always been oblivious. He could never like you. You weren’t a girl, no matter how hard you wanted to still be one so he’d like you. Your heart was racing and soon enough, you were hyperventilating.

His hands were on your shoulders and you were being pulled into a hug, a hug that smelt of wood and fuel. He was hugging you?

“It’s okay, I got you, bub,” he placed a light kiss on your forehead, “I swing both ways, you know.”

You’d always hated that he was still taller than you, one of the downsides of not getting on T until your 20’s and- wait, what? He swings both ways?

“You-you do?” You said once your breathing had slowed.

He nodded. You couldn’t see it but you could feel it. He could like you… as you, as a man? You didn’t have to be someone else? You could just be you.

“Yep, now let’s go. I think there’s two beers calling our names in the teacher’s lounge,” he said before opening the door and pulling you out of the classroom. “Jean mentioned your little crush and now I gotta hear all about how you’ve been pining for me for years.”

Curse you, Jean, but thanks, was all you could think as you just nodded and walked with him to the teachers lounge.

pt 2 - he’s not straight?

[tinylilacbun]

I love your fics and was wondering if u could request a fic with little!reader and Sofia and rafe

Where reader sees rafe getting angry at someone and she runs to Sofia scard bc she isn’t used to seeing him like that and Sofia and rafe have to calm her down and comfort her ?🙏🏼

You three are at a party to try and enjoy the evening after the Enduro race earlier where Rafe revved into JJ's bike, luckily not getting hurt.

But since that, Rafe has been a little on edge, obviously keeping it at bay for the sake of you and Sofia, now holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his one arm around your chest, your back pressed into his front while Sofia is at his side.

She pulls away and Rafe's arm around her waist falls back against his side. "I'll get a refill, you need one too?"

Rafe nods, leaning down to give her a quick kiss, watching her walk off he wraps his free arm now around your front as well, his chin resting on top of your head.

You are actually enjoying yourself, a little tired but still singing along to the current song playing, with a smile on your face. All until a couple walks past you and Rafe, glancing at you weirdly before starting to gossip.

"I heard they're both dating a pogue." The girl says to her boyfriend and it instantly gets Rafe's attention, the hold on the bottle tight as he narrows his eyes at the pair.

"Yeah, not to mention that Y/n and Rafe are rumoured to be involved in Peterkin's murder..." The boy replied.

You jumped when Rafe's voice boomed through the room. "The fuck did you just say?"

The couple turns around, their eyes widening as Rafe pulls away from you to approach them. You hold onto his arm to try and stop him but he wouldn't let their stupid comment slide.

"Nothing, we just-" One of them stammers and Rafe lets out a dangerous chuckle.

"Nah, repeat what you just said about me and my girls, go on. Say it right in my face." He challenges them, patting his cheek for emphasis and you shrink in on yourself, not liking it when people raise their voice, since your father used to yell at you when he was drunk.

Not knowing what to do you run to get Sofia, trying to push back the tears as you search for the kitchen. Finally finding it you are already sniffling, rushing to stand beside Sofia and she quickly sets down the drinks she is holding to grab your arms to ground you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asks, worry etched across her face at your distressed state.

"R-Rafey s'mad..." You choke out, your hands trembling in front of you. The fact you used the nickname let's Sofia know that you're starting to regress but are still trying to stay big in public.

She sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead she grabs your hand and starts walking to where she had left you and Rafe, reassuring you on the way there. "I'll handle this, yeah? Just stay close to me."

You both join the scene and Sofia hurries to stand between Rafe and the guy he is about to lunge at from the look in his eyes but luckily you both got there in time.

"Rafe, calm down." Sofia speaks up, wanting to draw his focus on her. "Hey, look at me, now."

The tone of her voice has Rafe looking down at her, his breathing ragged from anger. "They're talking shit about us-"

"Let them be, it's not worth it." She says, glancing at you for a moment and back up at him. "You're scaring her..."

At that, Rafe turns his attention to you, seeing the way tears are brimming in your eyes and how you're nibbling on your nails, completely overwhelmed with the situation.

"Let's go." He grumbles, his arm going around your waist while Sofia is still holding your hand. Glaring one last time at the couple he steers you out of the house, his hold on your waist firm as you walk towards the car.

Your sniffles are the only thing being heard in the thick silence and Rafe stops to pull you into his chest, a hand on the back of your head, the other stroking your back to soothe you.

"Shh, you're okay. I shouldn't have raised my voice..." He murmurs into your hair, watching Sofia wipe the tears gently from your face and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm not mad at you, y'know that right?"

You nod against his chest, closing your eyes you feel Sofia squeezing your hand assuringly. "He deserves early bedtime for that, don't you think sweetie?"

You smile at that, letting out a quiet giggle. Rafe shakes his head with a smirk, muttering under his breath. "Unbelievable. Can't a man defend his wonderful girlfriends?"

"Not the way you did, that's for sure. So, stop complaining or you'll sleep on the couch as well." Sofia warns him with a raise of her eyebrows, moving to open the car door for you.

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[erwinsvow]

i was thinking… what if they’re in topper’s jeep with the top off at a gas station and they’re parked over in the corner with a tree over the car so it’s darker (very descriptive but i have a vision🙏) and rafe and shy!reader are in the back seat waiting for them and she’s totally horny bc rafe is looking too good so she’s hanging on him practically in his lap and he’s like well you wanna be all over me you can suck it while you’re at it WOOF sorry😞

https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/750586177405485056/i-feel-shy-asking-butttt-can-we-get-more-cock

oh my god why r u saying sorry this is so YUM i gobbled it up just like shy reader gobbles up his dick

you don't know where kelce and top went—don't really care either. on the way from the party to another party, they'd opted to pull over in a dark parking lot to pee and go grab more beer from the liquor store across the street.

they had mentioned something about getting back in the car and driving, but rafe had told them to walk, and you think they'd listened. tingly from the spiked seltzer you'd had at the first party, you feel just tipsy enough to clobber over rafe the second the two boys walk away from topper's jeep.

crawling into rafe's lap, you hurry to press your mouth to his, the tiny dress you had worn (though a little out of character for you, rafe hadn't been able to keep his eyes or hands away from you all night, so it had been worth it) getting pushed up. rafe kneads the fat of your ass, and you grip his shoulders, pressing your already too-wet pussy onto his dick.

you're sure to leave a mark on his pants, for some reason you can't stay away from your boyfriend right now and you feel every part of you throb with anticipation.

"c'mon kid, wait 'til we get home, huh?" rafe pulls away to breathe the words, but you don't give him an answer, leaning back in for another kiss.

"don't wanna wait-" you mumble when he pulls away again.

"they're gonna be back any minute."

"it's okay, we'll be quick," you insist, pressing hot, wet kisses to the column of rafe's neck, hands traveling down to his belt and unbuckling for him. his hands move quickly to yours, halting your motions. with his grip as tight as it is, you couldn't move if you wanted to.

"hey, c'mon. not like this, behave." you pout, still on rafe's lap and still making yourself comfortable—refusing to get off until he makes you, though you know he won't.

"do i have to?" you ask quietly. looking at rafe with your big, wide eyes, you think you can sense his resolve crumbling. "maybe i can make you feel good. it'll be fast, won't it?" your eyes travel down to his belt, the bulge right underneath.

"shit, kid. fine, if you're so needy. jesus-"

getting as comfortable as you can, you lower your mouth down, knees pressed against the seat and ass in the air while you take out rafe's dick, spitting on it first and putting on an obscene show—you hollow your cheeks and suck in as much of rafe's dick as you can, two hands stroking whatever you can't fit.

you keep going, sucking harder and flicking your tongue over the head until rafe bunches up your hair in his fist, guiding your mouth up and down while you look up at him with glassy eyes and wet cheeks. when he finally pulls you off after a few minutes, you cough and try to catch your breath.

"you okay, baby?" he asks, but you don't answer, going right back for more. you were right—it doesn't take long at all. as soon as rafe stares at your heart-shaped ass in the air and the pretty eyes looking up at him, paired with the noises you make while choking on his dick, he cums into your mouth. like always, like a good girl—you swallow, catching your breath and moving to wipe away the tears on your face.

rafe beats you to it, cleaning you up with his thumb while you smile up at him. he's leaning in for a kiss when you hear it—talking, and then.

"are you guys done yet?"

[sideeve]

can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

[kookwashere]

Can we get over it?

Summary: You and Jungkook grew up together, you ate from the same lunch box, rode the same bus, cried on each others shoulders, until his new girlfriend came in between you two and you both got into an argument and began to hate each other, but can you guys just get over it?

Warning: Contains fluff (my baby 😭), smut (yeehaw bois) oral (f&m), soft AND rough sex, riding, OC is a virgin, Jungkook is experienced but still gentle with OC, breeding kink, petnames (Baby, my love) language (Obviously) Aftercare, smut with very little plot 😋 This is my first ff so please don't expect it to be good 😔

Pain. That's what I felt as I laid in bed, curled in a ball, with dark chocolate and a heating pad on my stomach.

I didn't feel like going to school today, why? Well, what a very "lucky" day to be a woman, right? This period seems to be worse than some of the other ones i've had.

I groaned in pain as the cramps kept pulsing in pain, it felt like a knife was in my uterus and it was being twisted.

I managed to pick up my phone from my nightstand, I got a text from my friend Eunhye.

Eunhye: gurl u good?

Me: hell no, cramps 🤧

Eunhye: aw im sorry, anything i can do for u?

Me: no, it's ok, did you finish the project for art?

Me: it's due soon

Eunhye: uhhh abt that...

Me: wat?

Eunhye: jungkook is in our group 😭 but don't get mad at me!! i tried to tell the teacher to switch him out

Me: r u fr.

Me: time to switch out of that class

Eunhye: listen, maybe it's not the worst thing, i mean, he is a good artist? it could get us a decent grade

Me: yea but it's HIM and that's the problem

Eunhye: just pls give it a try, why can't yall js get over it?

Me: i wish it was that easy, i gotta go eunnie, love ya

Eunhye: ttyl girl, love u lots

You sighed as you put your phone down, maybe you should just sleep, you got tucked in your burrito blanket and fell into an abyss of darkness.

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"Hey ____" You sighed and looked up, immediately recognizing the voice. "What is it, Jungkook?" You looked back down at your paper, trying to ignore him. "Why weren't you here yesterday?" He pulled out the chair to take a seat next to you.

"Why does it matter to you?" You said and rolled your eyes mentally "I'm just curious, calm down girl," He chuckled "You know, it's cute when you are annoyed." He smiled a bit, "Jungkook? Where's your girlfriend?" You started to become flustered so you changed the topic

"Oh, we broke up." Your jaw dropped, Mimi and Jungkook were basically like the golden couple, the couple that everyone wanted to be, they were like in love with each other, what happened?

"You and Mimi broke up? Why?" You put your pencil down, now stopping your work to listen. "She was just to controlling, she didn't even let me hangout with any other girls, I couldn't do it, plus, there are plenty other girls that are way better than her in this school." He explained, "Oh yeah? Like who" You said and crossed your arms looking at him. "Hm, well," He looked up thinking while leaning back and crossing his arms too "Bomi's pretty hot, so her...Your friend Hannie, and well..." He put up fingers naming the girls and then paused, "Well.." He chuckled once again "You."

"H-huh? Me? What?? Why?" You were shocked "Calm down, ___. You are just...like the perfect girlfriend, I mean, you are smart, you have a good sense of humor, you are drop dead gorgeous, what else can I say?" He smiled to himself, looking down.

"I-I'm what? Gorgeous?" You turned away, flustered again. "Have you seen yourself, ___? Every boy in this school wants you are has wanted you, no exceptions." You felt your breathing getting faster, as well as your heart beat. "Every boy...does that mean you too?" You whispered, he went silent and looked down "I have to go now, bye loser" He teased you and smiled.

"Why can't we just get over it?" You mumbled under your breath, playing with your fingers.

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Okay, okay, Jungkook is coming over today for the project, Jeon Jungkook, my enemy, my first crush, my only crush.

I wish Eunhye was here but she got the cold, fuck you cold weather.

You were getting a snack and then you heard the door knock, you took in a deep breath and opened the door, seeing one of the most handsome man you have ever seen.

"Hi, Jungkook."

"Hello, ____."

"Come in, it's cold outside," You moved out of the way so he could come in, "Ah, so you do care about me." He smiled "Shut up or i'll lock you out instead." You closed the door.

"Where are your parents?" He asked while taking his jacket and shoes off "Out of town, my aunt died so they are at her funeral." You said while getting everything ready "I'm sorry for your loss, why aren't you there with them?" You sat down next to him on your bed "I wasn't very close with my aunt, I didn't know her that well.." You said and played with your fingers again

Jungkook went quiet, we both sat in silence for what felt like forever. "____, that fight that we had that night, I never wanted that to happen, you were the only good thing in my life and I just let you go." He was still looking away from you, you looked up at him. "Then why? You knew what she was doing to me, and still, you always picked her...it's like I didn't even exist to you anymore or I was just a burden in your life." He finally looked up at you too, looking in your eyes.

"You never have, never was, and never will be a burden in my life...I guess I was just scared." He laughed at himself. "It's silly, I know..." You licked your lips "Scared of what, Jungkook?" You scooted closer to him. He took a deep breath in and out, "I was scared of my feelings, I mean, fuck. You were the most beautiful, caring, funny, smart girl I have met, I guess I was scared I couldn't ever admit my feelings for you..." Your eyes widened "____, I don't hate you, if anything, those feelings never changed, I don't like you anymore, I love you, I'm sorry if that was sudden but I-" You cut him off.

"I love you too, Jungkook."

"You what?" His jaw was dropped "I said I love you too, I don't care if it sounds selfish but you don't know how long i've been waiting for you two to break up." You giggled a bit "I've liked you sense we were kids Kook," You smiled at him "I really really-" This time it has his turn to cut you off, but not with words, his lips were tangled with yours, one of his hands on your cheek and the other one on your waist.

"You don't even know how long I have wanted to do that..." He whispered and pulled you into a kiss again.

The kiss got more intense and he pushed you down onto the mattress and came above you"

"Mmh" He groaned into the kiss and pulled away, "Do you..do you want to?" He asked still hovering above you. You nodded and pulled him back down to kiss.

He started unbuttoning your blouse as you guys were kissing, you sat up to let him slide it off, then he pulled away from the kiss to slide the shirt over his head.

"Can I?" His fingers fiddled over the top of your panties "Yes." You whispered softly

You lifted your bottom up off the bed so he can pull your panties off, he threw them somewhere across the room, and let his fingers slide all over your body to your back, he undid your bra, letting it slide off your shoulders.

He takes a moment, taking in a deep breath, eyes scanning over your body, taking it in "Fuck, you're so beautiful...most beautiful girl in the whole world, my pretty baby..." He rubbed his hands on your legs, brining your feet up on his shoulder, he gave a soft gentle kiss against your foot and set it down

"Jungkook..." You whined "What is it baby? How do you want me? Hm?" His eyes still taking your beautiful frame in

"I want you here..." Your hand resting ever so gently over your mid section. "I'll get there my love, just be patient." He said while kissing down your thighs, going in a zigzag line between each thigh until his mouth was over your pussy.

With one lick against your clit, you developed goosebumps over your body "Kook- Mmh" You moaned softly.

His long tongue went over your clit, kissing, licking, sucking, with his mouth over your clit, he shook his head side to side to get you closer to your high.

"Kookie...I-I'm gonna...mmm- cum.." You said and gripped his hair "Yeah? let go for me baby, cum all over my face, you can do it baby, let go..." He mumbled, sending vibrations through your whole body starting on your mid section.

You released over his face, wetting it, soaking your bed sheets. "Good job baby, good girl..." He whispered while coming back up to kiss you so you can taste yourself.

"Jungkook, I want to help you too." You said softly. "Baby...you really don't have to, it's okay." He looked down at you

"No, I want too. Please?" You pleaded "Fuck, alright, yeah." He breathed out

He layed on his back, head resting against the pillows, you kissed down his chest, defined abs and toned body, reaching his jeans, sliding them off, then the exact same with his boxers, his cock hard and leaky, veins running his big length.

"Can you take it baby?" He asked teasingly "You know I can." You whispered before grabbing his length in your small hand. "Mmm, oh fuck...s-shit..." He moaned gently.

Jungkook was very vocal in bed, sometimes when he had girls over you could hear him, sometimes even louder than the girl, that was very rare though.

"A-ahh, baby, can you take it in your mouth? Please...I need it.." He whined, you slowly enveloped his cock with your mouth, gagging noises filled the room, your eyes getting teary.

"Oh my god...like that babygirl..." He tilted his head back, your hands caressed his balls and he whined at that, moving your head faster with his hand.

"B-baby, I need to cum...where c-can I?" He stuttered because he was about to see stars. You didn't answer so he presumed down your mouth, and he was right.

"O-oh yeah...shit! Oh my fucking god baby..." He cummed down you're throat, you tasted the salty liquid and swallowed it like the good girl you are for him.

"Can I fuck you now? Please.." He practically was begging "Yes, take me, im all yours Kook." You layed your back on the mattress again.

He put hands on each of your knees, slowly spreading your legs apart, seeing your pink pussy dripping with need for him, that only he could make happen.

"You are all mine, my girl, my princess, my pretty baby, my little cum slut." He said while looking down at your cunt, giving it a slap, making you jolt.

"Can I put it in now baby? I'll go slow...I promise." He said and grabbed his shaft in his hand "Yes, oh god please Jungkook."

He moved his hand up and down, getting on his knees while the top of his hand was filled with his pre-cum that had leaked out.

He slowly slide in with easily, your wetness helping both you and him to feel more comfortable. "I-Is this okay?" His breathing quickened and you nodded.

"I-I'm gonna move now, okay baby?" He slowly moved his hip back so only the tip stayed in, then slowly pushed it forward, you were already addicted to the feeling it gave you, and he felt the same way.

"Fuck, you're so tight...such a good fit for my fat cock." He breathed out, face stuffed in your shoulder and neck.

He started slow at first then started going faster, the headboard was rocking against the wall, you were pretty sure you were going to receive noise complaints.

"Ride me." He said out of breath. You winced when he pulled out and flipped you on top of him, he helped you guide him in and you sunk down, moaning loudly and throwing your head back.

"Come on babygirl, show your boyfriend what a good girl you are...only for me, no one else." You slowly moved up and down, gaining a steady rhythm, his hands were all over your body, your ass, waist, hips, your breasts that were bouncing right in front of him.

"That's a good girl, that's a good fucking girl..." He growled out "Nobody in this fucking world gets to have this cunt, just me, just your boyfriend." You whined again "You like that huh?" You nodded fast, still riding him hard, his hands intertwined with yours and you rode him faster.

He threw his head back and his eyebrows furrowed, biting on his bottom lip. "Shit, I think i'm gonna cum baby..." You nodded "I-I am too..." You whimpered feeling a knot in your belly, trying to chase that feeling.

"You gonna let me cum in you? You gonna let me fuck a baby into you? Let you be my baby mama?" He growled and flexed his hips up to meet you in the middle.

"Oh yes! I will Jungkook, take all of me.." You moaned out.

"I-I'm cumming..." He moaned and came inside you, just a few seconds later you came, your legs shaking and back arching.

You rolled off of him, onto the side right by him, and he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your forehead and got up to clean the mess. When he was done he joined you back in bed and cuddled you.

"Fuck, that was amazing, you're amazing.." He whispered while playing with your hair "Thank you Kook, the feelings mutual." You giggled

"I love you so much, ____, words can't even describe it." He whispered "I love you too, Jungkook." You smiled, and he smiled back sighing contently, but also while wondering,

"Why couldn't we just get over it?"

[f4g4um]

Intro Post <3

Hi! I’m Tiger, 18 yr old busty shortstack switch. im like if you put jessica rabbit in a hydraulic press and turned her into a bear. I use he/they prns and am transgender, heavy boy lean. This is a personal sideblog, i post my funnies on my main, @w**ft**r which is where i follow & like from. I don’t tag stuff besides my own pics, posts, and gore/fauxcest/noncon. I lovvveee interaction and hearing abt how hot u think i am :333

Being into me IS gay no matter who u are. I’m not cis! im not het! im a faggot of the highest degree and an esteemed dyke.

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[headkiss]

hii!! how r u?? i hope fine :) i love ur work so much and i was wondering if u could write sth with steve, maybe r being tired and ready for a nap but she cant cause then she wont sleep at night and that stresses her out so steve kinda forceses her not to sleep and r is like cuddly and stuff ?? ignore how detailed that was. feel free to change however you like

hiii i’m good ty!! hope u are too <33 tysm for ur request, as a tired girl, i enjoyed writing this one :)) | 0.5k major fluff

You’re watching random reruns on TV with Steve when your tiredness hits you. The heavy eyes, the droopy head that you have to jerk back up to keep yourself awake.

It’s probably the fifth time you do it when Steve—with his arm around your shoulders, his thigh against yours—huffs a laugh.

“You can sleep if you want to.”

“No, I can’t,” you whine, your head tilting back to rest on his arm.

“Why not? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

He’s right. You’re tired often, but it seems to be hitting you harder today.

“Because, if I sleep now, I won’t be able to fall asleep tonight.”

Sleep for you is already hard to come by at night, and Steve knows that. It’s probably why he thinks you should get some rest now. As good as a nap sounds, you know it’ll only make things worse for you tonight.

“Sweetheart.”

“You know I’m right.”

You are, but Steve just wants you to feel better. On the bad nights, he’ll stay awake with you until you fall asleep, no matter how late (early?) it is. He squeezes his arm around you.

“Okay. Do you want me to make coffee?”

He’s so quick to offer and it makes you smile. Most caring boy ever, especially with you. Instead of telling you you’re being silly, or something like that, all he wants to do is help in any way he can.

“Mmm. Then I’ll be too awake, you know?”

“How about a non-drowsy tea?”

“That would be nice.”

“‘Kay. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He stands from the couch, leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the clink of a mug on the counter, the tap running. It’s so nice to live with someone you love, you think, to get to hear them be present all the time. So peaceful, that your eyes are heavy all over again.

You get up to avoid shutting your eyes, walking to the kitchen. For a minute, you just observe him. The way his t-shirt stretches across his back, the way his hair sits a bit messier from leaning on the cushions.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, dropping your cheek to rest between his shoulders.

Steve jumps just a bit, “you scared me. Sneaky thing.”

“Sorry,” you mumble against his back.

His hands run across your arms, “don’t you dare be sorry for hugging me.”

He squeezes your arms lightly before going back to your tea. The kettle’s placed on the stove, the tea bag ripped open and dropped into your mug. Then, he turns in your hold.

Your head is tilted upwards to look at him, and Steve can’t stop himself from pushing your hair from your face gently.

“Hi,” you say, a lazy smile on your face.

“Hi.” He pecks you once, twice, three times. “Still tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Hopefully this’ll help.”

Before you can say anything he grabs your hand and spins you around, making you dance with him with no music besides the sound of the kettle getting warmer on the stove.

“Steve,” you try to sound like you’re complaining, but the smile is evident in your voice.

This is much better than napping, you think.

[stargirlforevah]

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You stood in the mirror, holding up two mini skirts to your body. Red or black? You tossed your head back in frustration. Fashion was full of trails and tribulations.

“Minaaa!” You yelled. “Red or black mini skirt?”

“Black,” Mina called back, standing in your bathroom mirror trying desperately to shove a second pair of earrings through her piercing that closed months ago.

“Mins, lets just get it re-pierced,” you winced.

“NO! I literally got this!”

“Whatever you say,” you said with a sigh.

The soccer team at your Uni had won Regionals and was hosting a celebration at the frat. The star player who scored the winning goal, Denki Kaminari, was apart of the frat, so of course the party would be go big or go home.

You were mutual friends with Denki, although not as close as you’d like to be. Though he was incredibly attractive, a star soccer player and had a charming personality, you heard enough talk to believe he has yet to touch a woman. How interesting.

“Okay slut,” Mina said, grinning as she stepped out of your bathroom. “Let’s go.”

Giggling as you walked up the frat steps to the pounding base of Heartless by The Weeknd, you inhaled the party scene. Alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne. Lovely.

Mina quickly went off to find Momo Yaoyorozu, who she had been crushing on for weeks and who was unlikely to be found at a scene as vulgar as this. You can’t blame a girl for trying though.

You refrained from ingesting the punch bowl mix some random boy had told you was “jungle juice.” Sounded more like a trip to the emergency room to get your stomach pumped. You settled with a coke and rum instead.

Scanning the room for someone you could talk to, you saw a flash of blond hair with a lightning strike streak. Denki! He was leaning against the doorframe of his room, completely alone. Odd.

“Hey!” You called out. “If it isn’t the man of the hour!”

“Hey Y/N!” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Glad you could make it.”

“Me too,” you smirked at him. He was nervous. How cute. “How’s the star player life treating you?”

“Oh same as always,” he laughed nervously.

“Oh don’t be modest, Kami. You put our soccer team on the map. You have to have a whole fanclub by now.”

“Nope,” he sighed.

“More for me, I guess,” you sipped your drink and looked up at him.

Denki nearly choked on air. A girl like you? Coming onto him? It seemed unfathomable. Sure, girls had hit on him before, but he had never had the courage to take it past harmless flirting. Maybe a kiss if he was feeling bold.

You stepped closer to him, smirking. “It’s a shame you aren’t getting the star treatment you deserve.”

“Y-yeah,” he felt his dick stir. “A real shame.”

“I can fix that,” you whispered, running your hand along his v-line.

“R-really?”

“Yes, Kami. Let me take care of you.”

You pushed him into his room and kicked the door shut. Shoving him on his bed, you straddled his lap.

“Y-you’re so beautiful Y/N,” he said breathlessly.

“And you’re adorable, Kami.”

You began to slowly grind your hips onto his half hard dick. He whimpered softly and squeezed his eyes shut, causing you to smirk.

“Has anyone ever touched your dick before?”

“N-no one but me.”

You began to play with the zipper of his jeans, continuing to ride his thigh. You began to moan softly at the pressure on your clit.

“F-fuck, do you like grinding on me?” Denki said nervously.

“Mhm..” you nodded slowly. Unsure of how to help, Denki began to bounce his thigh slowly to meet your movements.

“Shit Denki, that feels so fucking good.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm, I’m close pretty, but I wanna cum on your cock.”

Denki moaned at your words.

“But first, I wanna suck you off. Can I Kami, pretty please?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fuck, okay.” He whined.

You unzipped his pants, pulling down his boxers. His cock sprung free, leaking pre all the way down his tip. Your eyes widened, and Denki covered his face in embarrassment.

“Uncover your face, Denki. Wanna see the faces you make when I suck your cock.”

Denki looked down at you as you began to lick around his tip, eliciting whimpers from the blonde boy. Licking up the pre and moaning at the salty taste, you began your ministrations.

“Oh shit, Y/N. I-I fuck..I can’t…” Denki whined.

You took his whole cock in your mouth and began bobbing your head. His moans grew louder as you began to play with his balls.

“N-not gonna last long,” Denki choked out. “M, sorry.”

You batted your eyelashes at him, eager to please and continued the bobbing of your head. Denki’s legs began to shake and his cock began to twitch, signaling he was close to his release. His hands found purchase in your hair, grabbing at anything he could grasp.

“F-FUCK,” he moaned out. “C-cumming, CUMMING!”

You popped his dick out of your mouth and hastily threw off your shirt.

“On my tits,” you moaned. “Please Kami.”

That elicited an incredibly loud whine from Denki as he spilled his hot seed all over you perky tits. Breathless and starstruck, he just stared. How did he get this lucky? As if scoring the winning goal wasn’t lucky enough.

You straddled him once more, and held up a tit to his face.

“Suck.” You commanded.

“Y-yes, anything,” he said eager to please. He took your tit into his mouth and began to suck on your pert nipple.

Moaning, you began grinding yourself on his leg once more.

“Fuck Kami baby, so good to me.”

He began to swirl his tongue around your nipple, producing more and more moans and whines from your lips. Suddenly, he unleashed your nipple with a loud POP!

“P-please,” he whined. “Can’t take it anymore. Please ride me.”

You smirked and grabbed his dick, which was hard again.

“Anything for my star player,” you grinned and sank down onto him, eliciting loud whines from you AND him.

“So big, Kami,” you whined. “Why have you been hiding this from me?”

You began to bounce slowly up and down, as his cock began to ram into your G-spot.

“F-fuck Y/N..you feel so good.. such a pretty pussy.”

You began to go harder, eager to please him and draw more whimpers from his mouth. The lewd squelch of you pussy and skin slapping sounds filled the room.

“So good, Kami..So wet for you and only you.”

“Y-yeah.. you don’t know how long I’ve thought about this.”

His cock repeatedly rammed your G-spot, making your vision blurry and speech slurred.

“M close Kami,” you slurred.

“M-me too.”

“Cum inside, please. Make me yours.”

Denki couldn’t hold on much longer. You came with an obscene moan, the one’s in the adult films that seem fake. But yours was so, incredibly real.

“F-fuck..F-uck..shit.. cumming…” Denki stuttered as he desperately thrusted his hips up into you.

“Please Kami,” you begged. “Make me yours. Fill me up please!!”

“FUCK!” Denki screamed as he filled you with his hot load.

Laughing and giddy from the pleasure, you laid next to him, his cum seeping in between your legs.

“Next time,” he stated. “You’re riding my face.”

[jujitto]

. . . . . 친구 외에는 아무것도  ★ n o t h i n g b u t f r i e n d s

! pairing. song mingi × reader

! synopsis. they were nothing but friends! sure that’s what they always say. but is it actually true because friends don’t kiss, go on dates, or show each affection the way they do. so how are they just friends?!?

! warning. not proofread

! w/c. 2.6k

Everyone was confused. Because they thought Y/N and Mingi were just friends. But friends don't hug, kiss, go on dates and do the things couples do? So what exactly was happening? "You see it too, right?" Yeosang questioned as both he and Seonghwa looked at the two who held hands as they walked passed where they sat.

Seonghwa turned to look at him, "I think we all see it. But whenever we ask anything they tell us 'we are just friends'." Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Like we never heard that before." The pair continued to observe Y/N and Mingi not noticing as San and Wooyoung sat down on the opposite side of the table, curious about the ongoing discussion. San leaned in, his eyes fixated on Y/N and Mingi, and whispered to the others, "You know, I'm starting to realize something is going on between those two."

Yeosang, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung turned towards the boy looking at him as he just realized what was going on. "You didn't think something was up when they kissed each other the other night when we were hanging out with them?" Wooyoung questioned as San held up his hands innocently.

San chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I thought it was just a friendly thing, you know? Sometimes friends get affectionate too." He shrugged, trying to downplay his obliviousness.

Yeosang smirked and playfully nudged San. "Sure, San. Friendly kisses, holding hands, and going on dates. Totally normal friend stuff." The sarcasm was evident in his voice.

Seonghwa joined in, teasingly adding, "Yeah, my friends and I do that all the time. It's just how we show platonic affection." He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of their reasoning.

San finally conceded, realizing that he might have missed the obvious signs. "Alright, alright, I may have been a little slow on the uptake. But why do you think they're keeping it a secret if they're into each other?" Wooyoung couldn’t help but shrug. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we just asked them?” “Ask who?” Y/N’s voice chimed in as she suddenly appeared behind the group, catching them by surprise.

The group turned to see Y/N standing there, a curious smile on her face. Mingi was nowhere in sight. Wooyoung stood from his seat wrapping his arms around the girl, “Y/N just the person we were looking for.” Y/N chuckled raising an eyebrow at his behavior. “If you were looking for me why didn’t you just walk across the room? I was sitting over there.” She exclaimed pointing to where she just came from.

Wooyoung grinned sheepishly, his arms still wrapped around Y/N. "Well, you know, we wanted to make it a bit dramatic," he said with a playful wink. "But on a serious note, we were talking about something interesting before you showed up." Y/N's curiosity was piqued as she took a seat with the group. "Oh? Do tell."

Seonghwa couldn't resist teasing her, "Oh, you know, just trying to decipher the enigma that is your relationship with Mingi." Y/N raised an eyebrow, clueless, "My relationship with Mingi? What's there to decipher? We're just friends."

San couldn't hold back a chuckle, "Come on, Y/N, you don't have to hide it from us. We've noticed the way you two act around each other." Y/N still held a confused look on her face. "Act around each other? We act like friends because we are friends."

Yeosang joined in, a knowing smile on his face, "Friends who hold hands and kiss each other, right?" Y/N could only shrug before looking at the four of them, "Well, sometimes friends can be affectionate too. It doesn't mean anything more than that."

“I told you!” San spoke standing from the table pointing fingers at the others. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. Wooyoung stood from the table pointing a finger accusingly at her, “Nope I don’t believe it for a second. What about that kiss, huh?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, "It's just a friendly kiss. What's wrong with that? I swear guys it's nothing more than just a friendly kiss between two friends. Don't act like you guys haven't kissed your friend before." She pointed out crossing her arms over her chest.

The four of them couldn't help but look at each other in confusion before Seonghwa spoke up, "Let's say it was one of us right? Would you have done the same to us?" Y/N shrugged, thinking for a moment. “I mean if we were close.” All of them couldn't help but let their mouths drop open. Once again Woyoung stood from the table pointing a finger accusingly, “Yah! Are we not close?!” Y/N’s eyes widened at the realization of what she just said. “You know that’s not what I meant. Me and Mingi are closer because we have known each other longer. Plus he’s my best friend. And you guys are like my brothers.”

Y/N’s explanation seemed to diffuse the tension as the group burst into laughter. “Y/N calm down, he’s just messing with you,” Seonghwa said with a chuckle patting her arm. “We just think it's funny how you and Mingi seem to have a special bond. But you are both denying the obvious.” Y/N glanced at Seonghwa with a raise of her eyebrow. “What do you mean?” She questioned looking at him as he looked at the others who wore a look of dumbfoundedness. Yeosang playfully elbowed Seonghwa, whispering to him, “I think she’s telling the truth.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the pair, suspicious of their exchanged glances. "Telling the truth about what?" she asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance. Both Seonghwa and Yeosang looked at each other silently communicating before Seonghwa finally spoke up, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, we were just saying that maybe you and Mingi are just really close friends who happen to be more affectionate than usual."

Y/N chuckled, not fully buying their explanation. "Really? That's what you were discussing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at them. "Because it sounded like you were trying to imply something else." Wooyoung couldn't help but jump in, teasingly adding, "Yeah, we were all wondering if there's something more going on between you two."

Y/N laughed, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You guys are hopeless, you know that?" She shook her head, but her smile betrayed her playfulness. “If something was going on between me and Mingi, I would tell you but there isn't.” Standing from the table Y/N sighed looking at the group, “You guys are impossible. I’ll say it again nothing is going on between us.” She spoke before leaving the room with a playful eye-roll, leaving the group still pondering the mysterious relationship between her and Mingi.

Later that evening, Y/N was hanging out with Mingi. Sitting on his lap applying a facial mask to his face as he continues to watch a movie on the TV. The events of the day had left her amused but also slightly intrigued. She couldn't help but wonder why everyone seemed to be so fixated on the nature of her relationship with Mingi. As she gently smoothed the mask over his cheeks, she decided to bring it up with him.

"So, Mingi," Y/N began casually, "have you noticed that the others seem to think there's something more between us?"

Mingi turned his head slightly to meet her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “Are they wrong though? Is it wrong for them to assume when we do act like a couple? Doing things only for couples. Like when I kiss you or take you out on dates. Would it be wrong for me to want that?”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Mingi's words. ‘He wanted that? He wanted to be more than just friends?’ Her mind raced with thoughts and emotions, but she tried to remain composed.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, "Well, I guess it's not entirely wrong for them to assume, considering how we act around each other. But it's also not entirely accurate to call us a couple." Silence settled between them as Y/N finished applying the mask. As Y/N finished applying the mask, she settled back onto the couch beside Mingi, her mind still preoccupied with his words. She knew they had a unique and close bond, but she had never really considered the possibility of taking their relationship to a romantic level.

Mingi seemed lost in thought as well, his eyes fixed on the TV but clearly distracted. For the rest of the evening, the pair continued to watch the movie, but there was an underlying tension between them, a sense that something important was left unspoken. Y/N couldn't shake off Mingi's words about wanting more than just friendship. As much as she cherished their close bond, she found herself pondering the possibility of taking things further.

When it was time for Y/N to leave, Mingi leaned in to kiss her, but at the last second Y/N turned her head and his lips landed on her cheek instead. Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a mixture of fondness and uncertainty. "See you soon, Mingi," she said, giving him a small wave before heading out the door. Y/N’s mind was full of thoughts as she made her way to Yeosang’s and Seonghwa’s place.

The moment Seonghwa opened the door, Y/N immediately pointed her finger at him. “Now he wants something more. And I blame you.” Seonghwa looked taken aback but quickly composed himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Me? What did I do now?" he asked innocently, although he knew exactly what Y/N was referring to.

Y/N entered the living room where Yeosang and Wooyoung were also present. She plopped down on the couch with a huff, crossing her arms. "You and your teasing earlier! Now Mingi's talking about wanting something more than just friendship," she said, trying to sound exasperated but failing to hide the hint of excitement in her voice.

Yeosang and Wooyoung exchanged amused glances while Seonghwa took a seat beside Y/N, looking slightly guilty. "Well, maybe it's a good thing he finally opened up about it," he said. "I mean, it's been pretty obvious to everyone for a while now."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh, don't start with that again. You all are just seeing what you want to see." However, her playful denial couldn't fully hide the flutter of hope in her heart.

Yeosang joined the conversation, "To be fair, Y/N, it's not just us. Even San noticed something was going on between you two." Wooyoung chimed in, "Yeah, and we've all seen how much you both care for each other. It's not just 'friendly' affection."

Y/N sighed, laying her head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, "I know, it's just... I've never really thought of Mingi in that way before. He's been my best friend for so long, and I value our friendship so much. I'm just afraid that if we try to be more than friends and it doesn't work out, we might end up losing what we have."

Seonghwa put an arm around Y/N comfortingly, understanding her concerns. "I get it, Y/N. Taking that step from friendship to something more can be scary. But at the same time, it might also be the most rewarding thing if it works out."

Yeosang nodded in agreement, "You two already have a strong foundation of trust and understanding. If there's anyone who has the potential to make a romantic relationship work, it's you two."

Wooyoung added with a teasing grin, "And let's be real, the chemistry between you two is off the charts." Y/N sighed, swatting Wooyoung playfully. "Oh, please. You guys are just trying to mess with me." Seonghwa chuckled, "Maybe a little, but we also want to see you happy, Y/N. If Mingi makes you happy, then it's worth considering."

Y/N sighed, her thoughts still conflicted, ‘Maybe just think about it.’ She told herself. Days had gone by without Y/N talking to or hanging out with Mingi. She couldn't shake off the conversation she had with Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Wooyoung, nor could she ignore the feelings she had been trying to suppress. Every time she thought of Mingi, her heart raced, and her mind wandered to the possibility of taking their relationship to a new level.

One evening, unable to hold back her thoughts any longer, Y/N found herself outside Mingi's apartment, hesitating before knocking on the door. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was the first time she had seen him since their conversation about their "friendship," and she knew she needed to talk to him about her feelings.

Finally, she mustered up the courage and knocked on the door. It didn't take long for Mingi to open it, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Y/N standing there. "Hey, Y/N," he greeted, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Is everything okay?"

“No everything is not alright. It's your fault. Before you had told me that you wanted something more, I never really considered the possibility. But now, I can't stop thinking about that. Maybe some part of me had thought the kisses, the dates, everything was just us exploring our affectionate side as friends, but deep down, I think I was afraid to entertain the idea that there might be something more between us," Y/N confessed, her voice filled with a mix of nerves and honesty.

Y/N shook her head grabbing Mingi's hand, pulling him closer to her. "God I hate feeling so sentimental so I'm just going to say it. Song Mingi, I love you. Perhaps I have always been in love with you. But maybe I was too dumb to see it but yeah. I'm in love with you.” She spoke looking up into his eyes as he looked at her with so much warmth in his eyes. Cupping her face with his hands, Mingi smiled tenderly at Y/N.

Leaning in, Mingi pressed a soft and lingering kiss on Y/N's lips. It felt like a confirmation of all the unspoken emotions they had both been carrying. Y/N's heart fluttered, and she returned the kiss, feeling the weight of uncertainty lift from her shoulders.

"I love you too, Y/N," Mingi whispered against her lips, his voice full of sincerity. "I've loved you for so long, but I didn't want to push you or risk our friendship. But hearing you say it... it's like a dream come true."

With their feelings finally out in the open, Y/N and Mingi took the leap together, crossing the threshold from friends to something more. They spent the evening talking and laughing, sharing stories about their journey as friends and realizing how their feelings for each other had been subtly growing all along.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N found herself wrapped in Mingi's arms, feeling a newfound sense of completeness. It was as if everything had fallen into place, sure they may have taken forever to realize it when everyone around them could see it, but it didn't matter now. They were finally on the same page, and it felt right.

And when they finally told the others about them finally getting together Y/N could see how happy they were to finally hear that admitted their feelings, especially after the two of them had been completely obvious. And of course, they wouldn’t be their friends without teasing them but to Y/N, their teasing had brought a smile to her face because she knew even though they were teasing them deep down inside they’re happy for them. And that mattered most to her.

[nushy]

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pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

warnings: nothing at all really, just two idiots, unaware of their feelings a/n: just a little something sweet to comfort me, cuz i'm feeling down lately

>^.^<

It was normal at this point. You, Steve, the kids.

At first it felt strange - you were the girl who was first babysitting Mike or Dustin, then Holly and after what happened with Will - all of the kids; and Steve was, well, Steve Harrington, the boy from high-school that would never for the life of him, look at you and consider you a friend. But after all that you've been through - it worked out. Not for you of course, you fell for the boy and you fell hard. And he was still looking at Nancy with heart eyes.

But right now, in his car, at night, the boys laughing and eating junk food at the back and you sitting next to him in the front - it was fine. Like everything was at the right place.

Steve was driving Dustin, Mike and Lucas to a clearing, where Dustin could install Cerebro to try and talk to Suzie. You were just there for Steve's company as he didn't want to go out in the wet grass to listen to "lovey-dovey bullshit" as he described it.

The three boys ran out of the car, joking and screaming. You let out a sigh and smiled. Steve did the same and looked at you.

"God, she's beautiful" he thought and only if you could hear him.

"Soooo.." you tried to speak, not knowing what to say.

"Yeah." he spoke too, rubbing the back of his neck.

There was silence. You were nervous. He was even more nervous.

Not knowing what to do, you stretched out your hand to turn on the radio, at the same time Steve did too and your hands touched. You could swear you saw a spark, that's how hard the electricity hit you. A song you didn't know started playing, soft slow music filled the dark car.

You've got me nervous to speak So I just won't say anything at all

You felt tension, like the air around you was sticky and hot and not enough. Your hands still touching, you looked at him and he was already looking at you.

"Steve..." He shushed you, placing a finger on your lips. He was slowly leaning towards you, slowly, he was so close to you that you could feel his hot breath on your face and the smell of the strawberry ice cream that you ate earlier.

Uh, tell me you trust me and Kiss me and hug me, yeah

He stopped moving. And you stopped breathing. Was it just a joke? Teasing you to see if you'd fall for it. A cruel joke. You were even more nervous than before, your palm sweaty, lips dry, heart beating so fast you thought it would break out of your chest.

"fuck it" you both thought at the same time, moving towards each other, your lips clashing with enormous force. It was everything you had imagined and more - the feeling took you whole. And it felt like home. Like a missing puzzle piece found its place.

"Ewww." Lucas was next to Steve's window, watching inside the car.

"It was about time." Dustin was right next to you, giving you two one of his big smiles.

"Just grabbing some stuff and we're leaving you." Lucas was speaking fast as he opened the back door, taking his backpack. Then the boys disappeared, running.

Both of you laughed and then kissed again, the soft song still playing in the background. This was your new normal - you and Steve, just the two of you.

>`.`< a/n: if you are wondering, this is the song I used in the process - the nbhd - nervous

[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save ~ F I V E

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous : F O U R

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Three years earlier… a week after the wedding… 

“So, we never talked about stuff.” 

“Your eloquence is lovely my darling husband but I’m going to need you to be more specific.” James rolled his eyes as he continued to stroke Alex’s hair.  “I know you just rolled your eyes at me.”  

“I hate that you can do that.”  

“I hate that you still look at MY painting but here we are.”  

“Will you let the painting thing go? Please?” 

“You didn’t want it.”  

“I didn’t say that.  I said we could see art in a gallery.” He could feel her frown against his chest. “Allie, please.  I’m sorry ok.  The painting is lovely.  Just not as beautiful as the girl who bought it.”  Now he could feel her smile and he knew he had her.  “She’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”  

“Dammit,” she whispered as his chest rumbled with laughter. “Fine.  I forgive you.” She kissed his chest.  “What did you want to talk about?” 

“Where are we going to live?”  

“What?” 

“Yeah, where are we going to live? How many kids are we going to have? Do you even want kids?  Is Steve going to live with us? Can we have a dog? A cat? Do we want a house?  In Brooklyn, Queens?” 

“Whoa! Baby, slow down.  Jamie, take a breath.”  Alex leaned up to her elbows.  “Jamie, are you ok?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry.  It’s just, when I went to the file the paperwork to have you as my emergency contact and benefactor and stuff, it just hit me.  We always talked about dreams but here we are, a week later and reality is finally hitting me.”  

Alex smiled as stroked his cheek.  She kissed him softly.  “Of course, I want to have kids.  I want at least two if not three.  I want our first to be a boy and then a girl.  Andrew James and Delilah Rose.  I want a house for us with a dog and a cat, where ever it makes it easier for you to come home from work to be with us.”  

James frowned. “You’ve thought about this.”  

“For a long time.  You have been my dream for so long.  And I want all of this with you.”  

“I love you Allie.”  

“Love you too Jamie.  Are you ok with my dreams?”  

James smiled. “I want a German Sheppard and then a white kitten.  We’ll get them after the kids.  Three of them.”  

“Its sounds perfect to me, Detective.”  

Present day… 

“About that,” Alex swallowed. “We may have to slow down on just going after him.   I don’t want him to know that I’m here with you.”  

“It doesn’t matter.  I’ll protect you,” James said.  

“No seriously, there is a really big reason I was trying to stay off radar.” Alex played with her fingers.  James took them in his own hands to try and calm her.  

“You can tell me anything.  I’ll be here.”  He kissed her knuckles.  

“Maybe I should tell you this alone.” Alex glanced at Steve.  

“Oh no.  The last time I left you alone with him, you jumped out of a window,” Steve said crossing his arms. “I’m staying right here.”  Alex shot him a glare that could have melted skin. “Or, I could go get us some lunch.”  There was only one thing Steve was scared of: the wrath of one Alexandra Richards. Steve grabbed his keys and left.  

James rolled his eyes. “Did you have to scare him doll?” 

“What did I say about calling me doll?” 

“You lost that right by leaving.”  

“Wow, this is the whole painting thing again.  You kept looking at it even when I said you couldn’t.” 

James rolled his eyes.  “Then you shouldn’t have put it on the wall behind you.”  He pulled Alex for a kiss.  “How else could I kiss you goodnight, Allie?” 

“Fine,” she smiled.  When she pulled away, she looked sad.  “Do you think we could go somewhere and talk?  I just need to get out for a moment.”  

“Sure.”  They left the apartment and James took her hand again.  

“I promise I’m not going to run.”  

“Yeah, you lost that privilege doll.”  James smirked at her.  “So where are we headed?”  

“Ten blocks down.”  They started to walk.  Alex chewed her lip.  “Can I run something by you?”  

“Sure.”  

“Ok but I need to ask something first.” Alex didn’t know how to ask, how to phrase without giving James a heart attack.  She finally found the right words. “What would be the one reason to stay hidden?” 

“To protect you.”  The answer was automatic.  

“No other reason? Hypothetically.” 

“Hypothetically?” James looked at his wife, unsure as to why she would ask these questions.  “I don’t know.”  

“Ok that’s fair.  So, let’s say you had a kid.” James quirked an eyebrow. “Would that be the one thing you would protect more than anything in the world?” 

“If it was our kid, I would do everything in my power to protect the both of you.” 

“Even if it means never seeing me again?” 

James stopped. “Why do I have to choose?  I would choose my family over everything.”  

“Yeah, that’s fair.  Won’t make this any easier but its fair.” Alex took a moment.  “I found out something else about two weeks after I left.  And it devastated me.  I knew right then I couldn’t come back.  I found the one reason I couldn’t put you into danger.”  

“What could possibly be bigger than our family?” 

“It’s not bigger than our family.  It is our family.”  

James furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand.”  

The couple stopped walking in front of a cheery house, painting in bright colors.  A few children played in the front on a jungle gym, a brunette with long hair watching over.  When she looked up, she waved at Alex, who smiled and waved back.  

“Alex, do you know her?” 

“Her name is Wanda.  She runs this daycare.”  

“Why did you bring me to meet her?” 

Alex smiled sadly. “Not her.”  

“Mama!!” A little boy screamed and ran to clutch Alex’s legs.  A boy with hazelnut hair and bright blue eyes.  

“Hi baby.”  Alex scooped him up into a hug.  After a moment she set him down.  “Can you stay with Wanda?” 

“Okays.”  He ran off.  Alex turned to James with tears in her eyes.  

“He’s the one reason I couldn’t come back.”  

Three years earlier.  

“How are you settling in Ale?”  Natasha fluffed a pillow on the couch.  

“Fine, I guess.  Wish I could go back or reach out to him.  Let him know I’m ok.” Alex drew up her knees to her chest, trying to hold herself together.  

“I told you not to mess with Grey.  Finally got to say that after 10 years.”  

“Yeah, I know Nat. I know.”  Alex leaned with her head in her hands. “He finally broke me.  Threatening my husband and my best friend. Good strategy.” She sighed. “He knew I would fall in line.”  

“Bastard.” Nat sat next to her and rubbed her back.  “What’s the plan? You know you can’t go back right now.”  

“I know that. I’m going to start over and work my way back to them, I guess.  I-“ Alex stopped and covered her mouth.  She ran to the bathroom and threw up, not the first time that day.  

“Fuck! Why won’t this anxiety go away,” she moaned, leaning her head against the porcelain. She could handle just about anything but the constant nausea.   

“That’s the third time in the last two days.  C’mon, let’s go to the clinic.  I don’t know James, but he’ll kill me if I let something happen to you.” Nat helped Alex up and took her to the local clinic.  

Hours later, Alex sat stunned, her mind racing. This couldn’t be happening.  “Pregnant?” 

“Yes,” the doctor smiled.  “About six weeks.  Very early.”  

“Th-thank you.  Umm, what’s the next step?” 

“If you decide to keep it, need to start prenatal vitamins and keep hydrated.  You can schedule an ultrasound for 12 weeks to check progress.  Congratulations.”  The doctor left the room.  

Nat held Alex as she sobbed.  “Why?  Why did this have to happen?”  

“Are you going to get rid of it?” 

“NO!” Nat jumped. “I’m sorry.  No, I can’t.  It’s the last part of Jamie I have now. I have to hope we can come back together again if only for him to meet his kid.  A kid!  We dreamed about this and now he won’t get to be there.”  

“I found out two weeks after… after…” she couldn’t say it.  

“What’s his name?”  James kept a stiff upper lip.  

“Andrew.  Drew or AJ depending on his mood.”  Alex looked at him.  A single tear slipped, and James wiped it away.  “Andrew James Richards-Barnes.”  

“Ok, wow, ok.  Can we sit?” James motioned to the bench.  They sat and James kept her hand in his.  “The one thing you would protect before anyone else. Yeah, I get that now.”  

“Yeah.” Alex looked at her feet for a moment before studying his face. “I can’t tell anymore.”  

“Tell what?” 

“What you’re feeling. What you’re thinking.  I lost it. I used to be able to tell.”  

“I’m trying not to reach out for my son. I can’t believe it.  My son.  We have a son.”  

“You have a son.  I wanted to protect him from everything.  And I couldn’t go back while Grey was still watching.  He would have more leverage.  I knew you would want me to protect our little one.”  

James studied his wife’s face.  Seeing how broken she was at the choices she was forced to make. “Doll, I’m not mad at you.  I’m mad, but not at you.”  He leaned back and sighed.  “I’m a dad.  I missed it.”  

Alex cried harder. “I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I wanted you there. I wanted you to be there for us and for him.  I show him your picture, I tell him the stories, but I know its not the same.”  

“Oh Allie, its ok.” His tears fell.  “Can I meet him?”  

“Yes, of course.”  She got up and wiped her face and went to talk to Wanda.  The woman went to get the little boy and brought him to Alex.  “Hi baby.  I want you to meet someone ok?” 

“Okays.” Drew took his mother’s hand and she walked him back to the bench.  

“Drew, this is Jamie.”  

“Hi Jamie.” Drew stood shyly next to his mom.  

“Hi Drew.”  James studied him. He looked just like himself as a child.  Undeniably his son.  “How old are you?” 

“Umm,” he showed his hand and tried to put up fingers.  He got three to stay up.  “This many!” 

Alex moved to hold one of the fingers down.  “More like this many but almost three.”  She kissed her son’s hand.  

James ran a hand through his hair, not sure what to say to an almost three-year-old. “Do you like policemen?” 

“Yea! My mama says my daddy is a police man and that he’s going to come back to get us.”  Drew smiled.  

“Really? That’s great.  I’m a policeman too.”  He took out his badge for Drew to see.  He handed it to the little boy, who took it with great interest.  

“Wow! Its heavy.” Drew looked closely at the man.  “You’re crying.” More of a statement of fact than a question.  

“A little, buddy. Your mama just gave me some news.”  

“Mama, why did you make Jamie cry?  That’s not nice.”  

Alex laughed gently. “You’re right baby.  But they are happy tears, I promise.”  

Drew turned back to James.  “Happy tears?” 

“Yeah buddy. Happy tears.  Because I got to meet you.  Can I give you a hug?” 

Drew looked at his mom and she nodded.  Drew extended his arms around James’s neck for the hug and James picked him up, holding him close.  Drew pulled back slightly and studied James’s face again.  “You look like someone.”  

“I do?” 

“Yeah.”  He wiggled to be put down and went to his backpack.  James looked up at Alex and she shrugged.  Drew came back and handed a photo to him.  “You look like him.”  James and Alex looked at the photo and Alex gasped.  

“Andrew, where did you get that?” 

“I took from the table for show and tell.  I wanted to show them my daddy.”  Drew turned back to Jamie.  “Are you my daddy?” 

NEXT

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Fun fact: The r sleeping during the tattoo is a story based off my own mother's experience- she started dozing and she was getting a pretty big tattoo on her arm too (very pretty tho) Daily Hobie HC! hobie but hes not spiderpunk au???? Hobie's been your best friend through everything. The ups and downs of your life, the relapses, everything ever since you two met. However, like possibly every person to lay eyes on him, unless you don't have taste, you couldn't help but find him attractive to the point where if he got too close you'd get a tiny...insy weensy bit flustered. Although you knew it was a crush, you didn't want to call it that for the fear of ruining the friendship. Meanwhile, on Hobie's side, he couldn't help but find you cute, and unlike you, is less afraid to show it. Of course, Hobie's more hesitant with romantically suggesting his feelings, but platonically? He calls you adorable in an overly sweet voice that you joke gives you diabetes. Hobie can't help but stare at the roof every night before bed, a small smile tugging at his lips at the thought of you and when he could see you next. He frequently invites you to sleep over so much so that the houseboat is practically your second house. A treehouse, but better. You could swear that you spend more time in his boat than your own proper house, but you didn't mind. Hobie woke up earlier than you this time, a rarity, but you were pretty tired after Hobie had tested 3-4 shots of espresso on you (yeah...that went well.....). You walked out into the kitchen as you heard Hobie brewing up some hot chocolate, the air cold enough to prick at your skin, but the inside warm enough for you to ignore the sensation of the cold wind when it seeped through slightly. Hobie casually asks how you slept with a chuckle, remembering your zoomies from the night before. You had gone completely crazy for hours, only being able to calm down and sleep at around 4 am. You go to drowsily respond with 'I slept pretty good', yet the words that leave your mouth as you stretched your arms out was 'I slept pretty boy'. Hobie chokes on his hot chocolate, his heart thudding in his chest as his eyes widened towards you. You pause your stretch, looking back at him with the same widened eyes. It didn't take long for him to begin teasing you about it, poking fun at the 'possibility' of your crush on him, although he hoped it was true. He hoped you reciprocated his feelings. After a few minutes of Hobie's playful shit-talking, you pulled him closer and pecked at his lips, wrinkling your nose in defiance as you, once more that morning, left him speechless. You were snapped out of your defiancy-expression as you felt his chin resting on your head, with Hobie asking for another kiss. You've never seen him flustered, but by god it was cute. Your thoughts ended up flustering you in return, letting you give another shy kiss to Hobie. That was enough for him though, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from the back as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, letting one small tease escape his lips about how you swoon over him. Hobie rubbed your side warmly, making sure you weren't asleep just yet. You opened your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder as your eyes drifted to the two girls sitting on Hobie's knees. Billie and Ramona looked incredibly invested with Hobie's storytelling skills, while you closed your eyes and listened along, your hand resting on his thigh, rubbing slow circles into the skin fondly. -🐦‍⬛

Lmaoo you have a cool mom!

Daily Hobie HC!!!

HOBIE HAS THAT NATURAL RIZZ!! (I know a guy like that once he wasn't even my type but whenever he just talks to me i go all starry eyed lmao that bastard)

They're pining!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

BAHAHHAHAHHAA HOBIE WHY WOULD U USE R AS A TEST SUBJECT FOR YOUR ESPRESSO?!! GOOD JOB NOW YOUR BEST FRIEND HAS THE ZOOMIES THEY'LL COLLAPSE BRO

The way you described the cold was so cozy 🥰

HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA He choked when he thought he was called pretty boy!!!! (He is tho)

I bet he went "biiigg stretchhhh" and then gets cut off bc of r's accidental nickname calling

Such a cute first kiss!

ALZNKWNZKWD THE ENDING?!! WHAT A PLOT TWIST! Billie and Mona are invested with their parents love story!