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luvyeni · 1 year ago

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Yay okay can I please request an Anton fic Where he’s a virgin and he tells reader that he wants her to take his virginity but he’s really shy so y/n suggests they start off slow so she starts making out with him and dry humping him but then he tells her he wants to cum in her hand so she jerks him off that way and he does it all over her and it gets everywhere and it’s just messy and-

Tell me you understand my vison user luvyeni on Tumblr 🤭🤭?? Anyways that’s my request 😜

❛GOOD BOY❜ ( l. anton )

p. nerd!anton x popular!reader wc. 1.4k

warnings? dry humping, handjob, cumming w/o penetration

— 𖦹 ( helping out your shy boyfriend ) !

anton often truly wondered what he had done in his past life for him to been able to get a girlfriend as wonderful as you. you were incredibly smart, probably even smart as him always on top of your classes. not only were you smart, but you were also one of the popular girls, but you weren’t like the stereotypical mean bully mean girl; you were kind to everyone, never saying anything bad about everyone, even a loner nerd like him.

you guys met actually because you came to his rescue – one of the football players, who also happened to be your boyfriend at the time and his other friends would often come and corner the boy, stealing his money, throwing his things to the floor. you saw what happened, quickly coming to his defense, breaking up with the boy in front of everyone, quick guiding the boy away from danger, holding his books.

soon a cute little friendship formed, you’d leave all your friends and people who’d crowded around you, just to walk over to his table to sit with him and eat your lunch.

anyone would fall for a girl like you, anton included – and now that you were showing him all this affection, he’d fallen head over heels for you. but crazy enough, you beat him to it, you were actually the one who asked him on a date – you were even the one to ask him to be your boyfriend, which he of course said yes.

if anton could change one thing about himself, it would be how shy he would get around you, he wished he could voice what he wanted to you whenever he wanted – especially when it came to sex. he was a virgin obviously, the only thing he’d done was a few make out sessions, and that was with you.

he knew you were much more experienced than he was, and he could never satisfy you, but what would he be if he didn’t try. but even now, you were laying on his bed, your skirt riding up exposing your thighs, his pants growing tight, he still was too shy to speak up.

“anton?” you snapped your fingers in his face. “love, what’s wrong?” you said now sitting on your knees in front of him. “n-nothing, i’m fine.” his soft voice making you smile. “you don’t seem fine, what’s going on in that head of yours?” you placed your hand on his thigh, right below his growing cock, his breath hitched, he prayed you didn’t hear him. “i-i’m fine.”

you sighed, bringing your other hand to his forehead. “are you sick? do you need medicine?” you questioned, his face was now beat red, your hand was centimeters away from his bulge. “you’re burning up.”

you didn’t know what you were doing, you genuinely were concerned about him, but he didn’t know how much longer he could take it before his voice betrayed him. “anton just tell me, i won’t judge you love.” your hand came from his forehead to his cheek, caressing it.

he gulped, now was the time to man up. “i -um- iwantyoutotakemyvirginity.” he spoke so fast, his voice was still hushed, but you heard everything he said. “i know it’s embarrassing, but– no it’s not baby.” you reassured him. “i’ve told you, you will never embarrass me.” you kissed his lips, pulling away with a smile.

“it’s okay to be a virgin anton, let’s just take it slow, okay?” he nodded, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “hey.” you called, climbing into his lap – this wasn’t new, but it still always shocked him. “you’re already hard.” you cocked your head to the side. “i-i’m sorry, i couldn’t hmph.” you shut him up with another kiss.

“stop apologizing for stuff that’s normal, look let’s just take it slow, okay?” you said softly ran your hands through his hair. “let’s start with what we know.” he nodded, you grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him, taking the lead like you always did, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

he kept his hands at his side, gripping the sheets in attempts to calm himself down, but with the way you were sitting directly on his cock, it was getting hard to control himself. you pulled away, grabbing his hands, placing them high on your thighs, under your skirt. “it’s okay, you can touch me.”

he let out a whimper, his cock was now painfully hard, he felt like he was gonna cum just from this – just from you sitting on him while kissing. you smiled against his lips, pulling away, he chased your lips, you giggled, wiping the spit from his lips. “so cute.”

“i-i…” he stopped, unable to speak. “what is it baby, tell me what you want.” you said. “c-can you move, it hurts.” whimpered out again. “of course, i can, such a good boy for speaking up.” you began to move your hips, he moaned – the feeling of the material from his underwear rubbing against his cock had him feeling dizzy.

not only that, but you were also moaning, your shirt unbuttoned revealing your bra, your boobs peaking from from the top – thinking about what he wanted to do to them had him about to cum, but he didn’t want to cum like this, he wanted more. “m-more.”

you stopped moving, your hands placed on his shoulders to keep yourself up. “you want more, pretty boy.” he whimpered at the name, nodding. “pl-please.” he said looking up at you with his wide doe eyes. “okay, i’ll give you more.”

you climbed off his lap, he looked at you confused. “i told you, we’re taking it slow.” you sat on the side of him, unbuckling his pants. “next time you’ll be able to fuck me, let’s not overwhelm you too much.” he nodded, you smiled. “good boy, lift your hips up for me.” you pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock from its confinements, he was average sized, a little bit on the thinner side, but you believed it would be enough to satisfy you once he learned to use it right. “such a pretty cock.” you praised; his ears turned red. “d-don’t say that.” you chuckled.

“but it is.” you ran your finger down the base of his length, he hissed, his cock twitching below your fingernail. “gonna jerk your pretty cock off, okay?” truth be told, you would love to fuck him, he looked so cute, and you were extremely horny, but you knew he wasn’t gonna last long, and you didn’t want him to feel self-conscious about cumming before you did. “w-what about you?” you wrapped your hand around his cock. “fu-fuck.” he cursed, surprising you both, he hardly used those words, unless he was really frustrated. “don’t worry about me love.” you began to stroke his cock slowly. “this is about you.”

his head was thrown back against the headboard, eyes sealed as you began to move your hand faster. “you’re doing so well for me, can you look at me please.” you cooed, he forced his eyes opened, making eye contact with your soft ones. “you feeling good?” you questioned, he moaned nodding. “i-it f-feels good, really g-good.”

“good that all that matters, you gonna cum?” he nodded, he could feel it, he wanted to last longer, but you were squeezing his base, and praising him – he could no longer hold it. “gonna cum.” you stroke him faster, his legs began to twitch, he could feel the cum filling up in his balls, ready to be released.

“i-i’m cu-cu…” he was speechless, he could barely get the words out before it was too late, white fluid came shoot out from his tip, getting everywhere, he came so much. it was all over your hands, some landing on your uncovered chest, on his shirt, even a little bit landed on your chin. “i-i’m sorry, i did–.” you kissed him. “so cute, you came so much.” you praised. “good boy.”

you cleaned yourself up, helping the boy clean himself up. “you feeling okay?” he shyly nodded. “th-thank you for that.” he spoke. “i’m sorry i couldn’t do the same for you.” he frowned, you grabbed his hand in reinsurance. “it’s fine anton, really we have all the time in the world to have sex okay?” you kissed his cheek. “o-okay.”

“good boy”

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop x y/n #kpop fic #riize x reader #rizze x reader #riize scenarios #riize x imagine #riize imagines

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untilwedont · 7 months ago

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Angry Love Confession

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rafe cameron x m!reader

sypnosis: even though rafe swore he was straight, he can’t seem to keep his temper down whenever he see’s m/n with another man.

warnings: arguing, jealousy, swearing, alcohol, obsessive rafe

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a/n: for all the rafe lovers 😜 (even though im a jj boy 😞) I also really hate this fic so its understandable if u hate it too 😭

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it was no surprise rafe was into m/n. people could tell just by the way he’d eye him. the way he’d bite his lip roughly whenever he saw you talking to another man. he’d be beating the shit out of the man you’re talking to with his eyes, but of course he’d never do it. well, not in front of you.

what really gave his whole love away for you was his soft spot he’d have whenever he was around you. he’d actually be smiling whenever he spoke to you, which was a surprise for most people. THE rafe cameron smiling all because of a boy! that boy just so happened to be you. (obviously) . although, coincidentally, you were oblivious to this.

so, as time went on, rafe found himself finding it harder and harder to contain his feelings for you.

“shit man, you good?” a friend of Rafe’s asked. “mhm. why?” Rafe asked, his eyes still focused in one direction. “because you’re squeezing the hell out of that cup. little harder and you’ll get glass shards all over your hand.” his friend replied, noticing how tightly rafe had been squeezing his drink. if it had been a plastic cup, it would’ve been completely shriveled up.

rafe didn’t respond, but his grip did loosen a little. his gaze was fixated on you.. and the man you were talking to. the way you giggled at his jokes, playfully hitting the man’s arm made rafe bubble with rage. “fixated on your boyfriend I see?” rafe’s friend teased, leaning against the counter. music blasted, but rafe seemed to have drowned out every single sound there was.

“he’s not my boyfriend. i’m not into him, i’ve told you this already.” rafe spoke, blinking as he came back into reality, turning to his friend. “rafe, you were nearly close to breaking the glass cup.. not only that, but your face is completely red. i think it’s time you just own up and admit it man. judge free zone here.”

“tsh, whatever. so what if I do?” rafe asked, shaking his head slightly, taking a swig of drink, almost gulping it down. “all good.. but, you gotta tell him. it’s not just me who see’s it rafe, it’s everyone.” rafe’s friend responded, taking a sip of his own. “m’ not telling him shit.” rafe mumbled, his eyes turning back to you. “suit yourself rafe. but, i’d suggest mentally.. and physically preparing yourself to see m/n with a boyfriend at some point. seems like that guy over there might just be the one..” rafe’s friend said, referring to the guy you were talking to.

rafe heavily sighed, biting his lip to the point of it almost bleeding. his hands formed a fist as he watched you, his thoughts becoming more brutal. rafe would never kill anyone, but for you he’d just maybe have to. having had enough watching, he began to quickly walk towards you, his fists tightening even more. closing the distance between the two of you, rafe grabbed the man you’d been talking to by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

rafe’s words were too low for you to hear, but the utter fear the man had on his face, you couldn’t even imagine what’d rafe was whispering to him. finally, rafe released his grip on the man, allowing him to quickly run off. “rafe, what the hell?” you asked as he turned around to fix his gaze onto you. he roughly grabbed your arm, “you’re coming with me”, he spoke, forcing you to walk with him to a quieter area. “rafe, let go! what the hell is going on with you?!” you yelled but his grip remained tight.

when the two of you were finally somewhere quieter, he released his grip on you, but only a little. “are you gonna tell me what’s going on?! why you scared off the dude I was talking to?!” you exclaimed, feeling immense anger from rafe’s actions. “you don’t understand how much it angers the fuck out of me whenever I see you talking to someone else. you don’t get to just talk to other guys like that, m/n.” rafe finally spoke, his voice low with anger.

“what? who the hell are you to decide who I talk and don’t talk to?! we aren’t even together, rafe!” you yelled. “yet. we aren’t together yet, m/n, but we will be. i’m confessing my feelings to you, alright?! i like you m/n, and seeing you talking to other guys it.. it gets me so fuckin’ worked up! you don’t belong with anyone else, you belong with me.” he finished. he never let go of your arm, only starting at you intently, searching for any sign of emotion in your eyes.

you only stared wide eyed, having to take a moment to process his words. “seriously rafe, you actually like me..?” you finally said in disbelief. “you heard me. m’ not repeating myself.” he responded, his voice still low. you were silent once more for a moment, trying to contemplate your decision. “I like you too.” you said after a second of silence. rafe grinned a little, “knew you did. you only talked to those guys to get me worked up, right?”

you rolled your eyes a little, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “sure.” you said before feeling rafe’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. “well, i dunno how much more I could take. what I do know is that I can take you right here, right now.” he said lowly, leaning in closer to your face.

“rafe, i’m not having sex with you in an open area..!”

needless to say, you did infact have sex with him in public. luckily it was night out, so it was harder for people to see anything.

#male reader #gay #malereader #male!reader #outerbanks x male reader #outerbanks #rafe cameron x male reader #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron #drew starkey x male reader #drew starkey imagines #drew starkey

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old-poptart · 2 years ago

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Hi! I hope i read the rules correctly and didn’t miss anything. I was just wondering if i could get Teru tsukasa and Hanako with a diabetic s/o? Like their first reaction on how s/o just goes poking their finger for the first time to check their blood? Please just delete this request if you can’t do this or Thank you :]

a/n: HEY THERE!! yes of course you can 😜 i don't have diabetes myself so i do apologize if i misrepresented!! ANYWAYS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!!

warnings: uh oh blood, pricking your finger with a needle

Hanako 🌺, Tsukasa 🥀, and Teru 🤺 with a diabetic s/o (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"it looks like i need one too, you're too sweet for me~"

even though you and hanako have been together for a while, he's never seen you prick your finger with your kit, he didn't even know you were a diabetic!

that all changed though, the two of you were hanging out in the bathroom as per usual, you two were chatting about your upcoming date and having lunch together! how cute~

right before eating though, you had to check your blood sugar as part of your routine. so, you got out your kit and pricked your finger like normal

you had forgotten though about how your boyfriend doesn't even know that you were required to do this, so it had shocked him

he doesn't know much about about modern medication, so seeing you prick your finger for no apparent reason caught him off guard

"but yeah! the rooftop is a nice plac- what are you doing?"

he tried to stop you cuz he thought you were hurting yourself, bless him-

you stopped in your tracks due to his sudden action, realizing you had some explaining to do

once you told him that you had to do this daily thing due to your lack of insulin, he immediately switches up

he's not very squeamish so he doesn't mind when it's time to do your thing

BUT he will always make sure that you're not hurt afterwards and always gets you a cute little bandaid for your finger

if you refuse he will make you wear it (jk)

he also carries candy (and steals candy from the mokke too) for whenever you need it, such a sweet darlin </3

Tsukasa 🥀:

"can i help you?!"

tsukasa loves taking naps with you

again he’s like a cat, all over you and you can’t escape muehehhehe

like between class periods or after school he luvz getting all cuddled up as y’all snooze togetha

you usually do your routine when he’s already asleep, not on purpose though you just aren’t aware that he’s already going honk shoo

one faithful day he was just aboutta fall asleep next to your beautiful self but somethin caught his eye!!!

some kinda pointy concoction was moving towards your finger!? and it’s gonna hurt you!? no ma’am nah uh

he swatted that thing as far as possible (to the other side of the broadcasting room) and looked back at you to see if you were alright

“tsukasa i need that to feel better..”

“THAT makes you feel better!?”

“let me explain this-“

once he was educated about your condition (it took ten times to explain and two charts), it was his plan to make sure you stay healthy!

he wanted to have an extra diabetes kit on him but having a prickly needle at his reach wouldn’t be the smartest idea..

the boy jus wants to take care of his sweetums’ 😕</3

can he even call you that

Teru 🤺:

“whatever it takes for my dear to be at their best”

atp dawg this man is educated about anything

if he isn’t you bet yo precious ahh he will learn about it until it’s engraved into his mind

whenever y’all can he takes you on cute lil dates!!!!

flowers every time, he pays every time, lets you pick where y’all are gonna go

he’s so cutie patootie keep him forever

unlike hanako and tsukasa he’s known about your diabetes for a while, before y’all started going out actually

he found out obv when you pulled out your lil kit and did your thing, asking if you needed help with the needle and such

“pfft, and do you know how to work this thing?”

“..and there!”

“you’re telling me i’ve been doing it in a way less effective way and you jus did that in seconds.”

all funnies aside he carries lil sweets for you and reminds you to take your test before you eat and sleep, he even helps you on your dinner dates 😓🫶🏼

marry him rnnrnrnrnnrnrn

GAHHH SOSOOSOSOS SORRY FOR PUTTING THIS OUT SO LATE I HAVE INZANE WRITERS BLOCK BUT HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

-ooga :D

#tbhk x reader #hanako #hanako x reader #tsukasa yugi x reader #teru minamoto

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flimsyichigo · 10 months ago

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ok so i promised an update so here’s part of an update of something pretty crazy that’s happened to me

back in mid february, i was chilling in my favorite elective class when my friend, lets call him ryan, asked if i heard anything interesting happening in school.

i told him nah not really. it’s mainly stuff personal to me. so he then asked if i like somebody. i was like YEAH. obviously he asked who it was so I told him to guess and that it was one of his friends. He couldn’t guess who so I just told him the name.

there was this girl in our table so overheard and wanted to know, i’ll call her jane. i only knew jane for over a month or so but we had a lot of mutual friends and her boyfriend is good friends with my crush. plus she just seemed SO sweet and trusting at the time so i just told her. she just seemed so giddy and happy for me after i did so. this is a very important detail. SHE KNEW.

so then my friend, ryan, offered to be my wingman and despite him being a fucking goof a majority of the time, i knew i could trust him cause this involves one of his closest friends and ryan has NEVER done me dirty b4. a week or so later, he told me his plan to help me out. the plan was asking my crush who he was gonna ask to prom and basically listing a bunch of people he could take so ryan could subtly include my name and see how this guy felt about me. to be honest this was a great fucking plan. almost everybody i told this story to said it was a good ass plan.

so on that friday (the day before spring break btw), i saw ryan after lunch right before our class and asked if he did it. he said yes. i asked if it went well. he shook his head no in pity… my stomach fucking DROPPED. i spent nearly the entirety of that same elective class i mentioned earlier just sitting there all gloomy and shit. even my absolute sweetheart of a teacher asked if i was ok.

ryan wanted to tell me what exactly happened so fucking bad and kept insisting but i was like NAHHH that’s gonna break me for sure. that same jane girl i mentioned earlier said she was there when it happened. so i asked her if it was as bad as my friend described it. she instantly nodded which made me feel so much worse.

so that class ended meaning spring break officially started. i was just fucking ruminating on my walk home wondering what the fuck happened. a few days into break, my curiosity was eating at me so i called ryan and asked him to explain EVERYTHING that happened on friday.

so what happened was ryan went over to where my crush was sitting during lunch and started asking him about prom dates. the plan was instantly shut down when my crush essentially said “ehh i don’t know jane told me that [my name] likes me.” he then added that he thought i looked like a guy(ahhh closeted trans guy tings😜😜) so basically he wasn’t interested. you see i wasn’t upset abt what he said about me. i know the way i dress and the way i present myself and im proud of it even if i am doing an awful job at being closeted.

now what i was upset abt was that mf jane girl deciding to TELL HIM I LIKED HIM some fucking reason??? she had no real fucking reason to do that shit. the whole point was to be subtle about it and see what he thought of me. if he was interested, then sick i’ll make some moves. if he wasn’t, then cool ima move on in silence; no harm done. but this girl HADDD to throw a fucking wrench in our plans. i was able to move on from my feelings for him easily after that but STILLL. it feels so weird now knowing that he knows i liked him. ideally i still would’ve been cool with him if he didn’t like me back because HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO KNOW. ughhhhhhh now i know to never trust that mf jane againnnn.

anyways yap session over. make sure to like and subscribe to learn about more bullshit in my life. but for real, i’ve been gone for a good while now and i just felt like i owed yall an update bc i love yall sm.

#positive updates COMING SOON #leave any questions and comments in the inbox but i could just keep going onnnnn abt this

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ruminate88 · 6 months ago

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The intensity of starting toxic relationships and then being in a regular one after:

when you’ve been in toxic relationships, they all start out super intense! (At least it did for me) and each new relationship is exciting. Trying to get to know them is often a mystery. Andrew left so much to the imagination yet he would give me crumbs of himself and it kept me chasing him. (He knew what he was doing) it’s so quick and like a whirl wind!!!! They blow into your life and then blow out. You’re left like “whoa!!! WHAT HAPPENED??” And you were so high that now you’re so low you don’t want to take a step forward but you have to.

whenever I met my husband, that’s the first “normal” truly normal relationship I’ve had and it’s boooooooring. It’s a slow process to learn each other and nothing is fast, intense or crazy. Every thing is calm and chill. No strong reactions or cold shoulders. No hot or cold. No up or down. Just…. Balanced. Normal. Steady. Goood 🙏🏻 everything I should’ve had all along and should treasure/cherish it but not very exciting. Just facts.

now there was the thrill of first meeting my husband and having all our 1st together. 1st kiss, 1st “date” altho I married my husband so fast because I was desperate to stop hurting over Andrew and we really didn’t get to be “boyfriend and girlfriend” I mean we were but it was so short because we married so quick. He was pretty much my husband the day I met him. I knew he was different in our 1st conversation ever. I recognized he was peaceful and drama free. His atmosphere he carries is clean air compared to the toxic and dirty air I was breathing in when talking to my exes.

However, I’ve only known toxic men and their crazy wild energies. The constant shift of one minute they’re happy with me and obsessed with me but the next minute they’re triggered some reason and giving me the business. Andrew could act crazy affectionate and warm with me then suddenly shift like “I have a headache and I’m just tired” and he’s treating me like I’m the most annoying person on the planet 😓😭 I never knew which mood I was getting out of him. I was up and down daily. The emotional charge and energy was overwhelming and kept me in constant chaos and turmoil ….

I’m very aware of the differences in energies and behaviors. I realize I was in toxic relationships so long that I got comfortable there even though it was harmful for me and now I’m in a better place. I’m trying to accept the change and navigate this new life I’m in. Despite feeling “bored” I’m trying to embrace my husband and make the relationship better and more exciting but it takes 2 as well. My husband also has to be open to actively making our relationship exciting. (If that’s even the right word to use)

part of me misses the thrill of when you meet someone new but like I said, with the toxic ones, it’s not just “new” but it’s overwhelmingly intense and mysterious. They hide so much from you and mirror you. They say all these big grand gestures to get you to talk to them. They want to jump your bones day one. 😳 Andrew was proposing to me the 1st week we talked and telling me “how great I am”. Ugh I never knew what a red flag that was. I told him like, “how can you wanna marry someone you just met????” 😜

I know I married my husband fast but wasn’t week 1. lol It felt fast to me cuz I wasn’t healed from Andrew and didn’t understand it back then like I do now. Wasn’t fair to my husband that I had Andrew on my tail and he had to threaten Andrew to leave me alone but I can’t change my mistakes .

my husband doesn’t hold my past over my head thankfully or ever bring it up. Im the one struggling to forgive myself and move on but it’s a process I’m trying to navigate and understand it all.

#my story #unpacking #emotional abuse #self awareness #healing journal #toxic relationship #i want to forgive you

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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year ago

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I’ve been so excited for this instalment and dear god did it not disappoint.

Telling her family they’re pregnant was so cute. I love Marie and how fond she is of Ben. It really hits home with me, I feel like sometimes my family like my husband more than me 😂 my grandparents especially always made way more fuss of him 😂 and I love that Ben is all gruff about it but the reader can see he secretly loves her. He needs and clearly craves that motherly love and it’s so nice to see him get it.

So happy to see Frank and loco back! And those gifts were cute. You just know Frank loves the reader especially 😂

But why am I not surprised bens expecting and planning everything with a son. It’s just very him to not consider a girl. Although let’s be honest, with how protective he’s no doubt going to be over her I think a son might be safer 😜 can you imagine his daughter trying to bring a boyfriend home?! 😂 I digress. Side note: I would totally love to read that in future if you were up for it 😜

But oh damn that scan did not go well. I was really frustrated at Ben. For someone who’s wanted this for so long he really ruined what should have been a really special moment. I felt the reader was actually quite tame in her reaction to him to be fair.

““All right, that could’ve gone better,” he said. “But look at it from my point of view—”” oh no he didn’t. Really Ben? That’s where you’re going to go right now 🙈🙈 I’m surprised the reader didn’t rip his head off. I’m so glad she got it all out and really made him understand exactly what he did. I relate to her fears so much. Even with two very loving parents growing up, having a baby is terrifying. I worry every day I’m not the best mum I can and want to be, that shit hits you like a freight train. There’s no wonder the reader is feeling how she is. I’m glad Ben pointed out about Lou though because she did do an amazing job there. But then of course this line “The truth is, I couldn’t wait to fuck you raw to make this happen.” I was laughing so hard and must admit, the boy did good, starting at least to making it up to her.

But OH MY GOD he proposed?! 🥹🥹🥹 I can’t. With such a perfect ring to with it being his mums 🥰🥰 I just can’t even right now. “Marry me,” but of course it’s more a demand than question. I love that the reader calls that out and totally makes him do it again. But then he comes out with this ““If I had to go back, do it all over again,” he said, “I wouldn’t have done a damn thing different.”” And I’m a puddle all over again. The absolute weight of what he’s saying here. All he went through with the literally being tortured for years and he would do it again to end up in that moment with her. 🫠🫠 I’m done.

I can’t believe we had to skip out on the wedding… maybe you would consider that as a time stamp at some point too 😇😇

I don’t even know where to start on the next scene. I absolute love how you’ve solved the issue of different aging and the reader refusing to take any kind of V24 or anything. I loved it. The sex talk was funny with the reader being quite embarrassed and Ben just not giving a damn. I was absolutely dying at this line “He’s morally opposed to them, doctor,” because yup. That’s Ben alright. And then this follow up “Are you saying that I gave her my superpowers…like an STD?” Just brilliant. I loved it. And their teasing conversation after was utterly heartwarming. The fact the reader was going to try and figure this out for him anyway shows how much their relationship has progressed. And god, it would be so hard to know you’re going to outlive all your family but I guess they have each other at least.

And then the final scene. Like damn girl, you have really had my emotions all over the place with this 🥹

I loved this line “He’d become even more protective, but also very sweet to you in these past several months. More so than you’d thought him capable of, but it warmed you every time, when you considered how rough, how stoic, and how damn-near emotionally repressed he was not so very long ago.” You know one of my favourite thing about this verse is how you’ve grown and developed Ben and I can absolutely see him at this point now. He’s so different to the character we met before.

But honestly I was a blubbering mess by the end of this. It was just so sweet and adorable and perfect. You’ve sensuously knocked it out the park. This was amazing.

I must admit though I’m kinda dying to know the baby’s name!

Do I want to see more time stamps with a kid? um yes please! Daft question 😂 I will literally devour anything you write with these two and their little family because I love, love, love them!

Amazing job my friend 💕 this was beautiful 🥹

Strong as Blood - Part 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out?

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

AN: And here's Part 2! (This two-part fic can be read as stand-alone, but it’s really a bonus sequel to Break Me Down!)

Here’s the chronological reading order for the series:

Break Me Down

Love Actually

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Strong As Blood (Part 1)

(Also, for those of you in the medical field…try to suspend your disbelief on this one. 😅)

Word Count: 6,200 Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff overload.

Part 2: “One Year, Forty, and a Hundred”

About a week later, you and Ben told your family the good news.

Your mom, Marie, took Ben’s face in her hands and pressed a delighted motherly kiss on his cheek, and then his forehead.

He very narrowly tolerated it with his usual gruffness, but you knew better. You saw the fond glint well hidden in his eyes, even after Marie released him.

It hadn’t taken her long after meeting Ben to start treating him like a son; always asking about his missions with Supe Affairs, praising a job well done when he had a successful report, and offering a supportive word even when they didn’t quite go his way.

Ben maintained his usual stoic bravado, but you knew he secretly ate up the praise, along with Marie’s genuine, nurturing nature.

Every time you saw your mother, she would give you baked goods in tupperware—for both of you, she claimed. But you noticed they were most often his favorites. You had a feeling she’d won him over early on with her macadamia nut brownies. (She still couldn’t cook worth a damn either, but she’d been taking a baking class.)

So Ben continued to help her do the dishes, even though she insisted he was a guest in her home. He claimed he was doing it so you wouldn’t jump in yourself.

And now we’re family, you had pointed out. Then Ben gifted you with one of those smiles, subtle and pleased, just for you.

You felt somewhat lazy, just sitting at the kitchen table with your sister Luisa. She sat close to you with her arm looped around yours, and she rubbed your lower back, which you now realized had been aching more often. For God’s sake, you hadn’t even realized you were late on your period.

I need to take some time off work, even before this kid gets here, you mused.

Realistically though, you should’ve expected this might happen. You hadn’t ever gotten around to replacing your IUD after you’d gotten it removed a few months ago. And God knew, Ben didn’t know how to pull out. (And he certainly didn’t buy condoms.)

“What’re you hoping for, a boy or a girl?” Louisa asked you and Ben, disrupting the path of your thoughts. You turned to your sister thoughtfully.

She still had her reservations about him, but she seemed to be warming up to your boyfriend a bit more after you told her the news. Especially after Ben had explained one of his plans over dinner.

His first thought was to hire Frank and Loco back as your personal security throughout your pregnancy, and likely even afterwards.

It was a rare time when you didn’t argue with him; the idea made sense, especially if you were going to continue working in Surveillance at Supe Affairs until you went on maternity leave. And, it would just be great to see them again. Frank had already agreed to start on Monday, after giving his polite congratulations.

(You and Ben each got a package in the mail yesterday: a box of bonafide Cuban cigars for him, a maternity body pillow for you, and a hand-crafted toy box for the baby. Inside had been a white noise sound machine to help the baby sleep.)

But now, Ben brightened at Louisa’s question. He crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“A son,” he replied. How brow rose, as if the answer was obvious. “I’ll be able to bring him up right. Strong. Not like these beanie-wearing pantywaists running the fucking Starbucks.”

“Ben,” you warned. He crossed his arms at you, quite literally standing firm on his stance. But your mother just smiled and pat his arm.

“It’s okay, honey,” she said. “I understand what you mean.”

You raised an incredulous brow.

Oh sure, you thought. She didn’t mind salty language when it was Ben, but God forbid you or Luisa bang a toe in your mother’s presence. Nor did it surprise you that she was agreeing with him.

But then Marie turned to him more earnestly.

“The way you take care of my daughter, I have no doubt you’ll make an excellent father,” she told him.

Ben treated her with a charming smile that showed touches of warmth.

Damn, you thought, as you felt the telltale burn of tears in your eyes. But it wasn’t just about what Marie had said. You had hoped for this one day, but it seemed he was finally making room for your family in his heart too.

“Football. A man’s game,” Ben continued. “I’ll teach him, take him fishing. Everything my old man didn’t bother with, I’ll do it all. Bring him up right…”

As your boyfriend chatted away with your mom, you hid a tendril of worry. You wondered what would happen if the baby turned out to be a girl.

With a glance at your sister, her subtle, raised brows told you she was thinking along the same lines. You sighed and got up; once again, it was time to pee.

Louisa followed you into the hall and laid a hand on your back.

“Hey,” she said. “You know how much I care about you, right?”

“And where’s this going?” you quipped. But you turned around and gave your little sister a half-smile. You knew what she was about to say.

“So what are you going to do about that?” she asked, gesturing to your man in the kitchen. “Mr. Macho wants his prized stud. What happens if he doesn’t get him?”

You sighed. “Ben’s wanted this for a long time. He’s got an idea in his head of what it’s going to be like, and…we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Louisa’s lips pursed, like she wasn’t quite satisfied with that answer.

“And what about you?” she asked. “How do you feel about this?”

You blinked back at her in slight surprise, but then your expression melted into a soft smile.

“I’m happy, Lou,” you said. Tears welled up in your eyes, yet again. “I’m really happy.”

Louisa relented then, squeezing your hand. “Good…then good. I’m happy for you too.”

And that was really all you wanted.

“What? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Ben said, peering harder at the ultrasound. The kind OBGYN faltered, though she again tried to point out that what he was looking at was actually a small foot.

“Congratulations,” she told you both. “She’s the right size for twelve weeks of development. And look there, you can even see the umbilical cord—”

“You sure this thing isn’t on the fritz?” Ben asked, bumping the ultrasound monitor with his hand.

“Ben.” You looked over at him with a glare. “Are you serious right now?”

He looked back over at you, and you saw his stubbornness in his frown and knitted brows.

“I’m just saying—” he started, but you didn’t let him get that far.

“You heard the freakin�� doctor. We’re having a girl,” you snapped. “I’m the one who has the transvaginal probe shoved up inside me, so shut the fuck up!”

Ben’s jaw worked as he barely held himself from barking back at you. It wouldn’t be the first time you levied your smart mouth at him, but it wasn’t often that you disrespected him.

“Excuse me?” he still groused.

His anger got waylaid though. He watched you heave a sigh and blink quickly, so you wouldn’t release the well of frustrated tears building behind your eyes.

The doctor looked between you both warily. You turned to her with watery eyes, and you sniffed to keep your emotions at bay.

“Continue, please.”

When the appointment with the OBGYN was done, you didn’t let Ben help you down from the examining table. Nor did you let him touch you, all the way to the car.

An hour later, you both made it back to the apartment you shared in Scarsdale. You stomped up the stairs ahead of him and beelined into the bedroom. You had half a mind to slam the door in his face, but you didn’t have the energy to be that petty.

Frankly, you were exhausted with a tinge of nausea. But you didn’t know if that was pregnancy sickness, or if you were just that anxious.

You sat down on your side of the bed, and you sighed when you heard Ben’s heavy footsteps enter in behind you.

“All right, that could’ve gone better,” he said. “But look at it from my point of view—”

That nearly unhinged you. Your stomach roiled, but you got to your feet and turned around to face him where he stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed.

“It’s not all about you,” you shot back. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one carrying this baby. I’m not just a human incubator.”

“I fucking know that,” he retorted, but you raised a hand to silence him.

“And you’re not the only one who’s wanted this,” you said. Against your will, your eyes once again burned with tears as you held yourself. “You know very well what I’ve…that I didn’t have a normal family growing up.”

Ben quieted. His irritation softened around the edges, especially as your voice trembled.

“Don’t you know what it’s going to mean to me to give our child what I didn’t have?” you asked. “Stability, support, and…and love, from both parents?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks. And when he didn’t seem to have anything to say to you, you shook your head and walked away.

Ben let out a heavy breath. He followed you and stopped you in the living room. “Listen—”

“No, you listen,” you snapped, whirling around on him. “I would’ve been content no matter if it was a boy or a girl, and you ruined that today. You really did.”

His gaze briefly fell to the floor, before it met yours again.

“But even with that, I’m still happy,” you said, as your vision became blurry and wet. “I’m so damn happy…and so scared.”

When you finally broke down crying, Ben got a full picture of just how badly he’d fucked this up. He collected you in his arms and guided you to sit with him on the couch. There he held you as you clung to him and wept into his neck.

The longer it went on, the more he felt like an asshole—with the kind of uncomfortable, gut-churning remorse that only you tended to draw from him.

Ben hesitated, but he knew you deserved to hear him say it. (And you probably wouldn’t let this go until he did.)

“Okay, sweetheart, calm down,” he rumbled in your ear. Along with, "…I’m sorry."

The weight of that fell between you for a moment. You nodded, with a sniff, and he slowly rubbed your back.

“You don’t need to be scared,” he said. “My blood’s making you nice and strong.”

Well, technically it was the baby’s blood, and the super genes they held. You shook your head against his neck.

“That’s not it,” you said. “I mean, that’s part of it, I guess. Dr. Baker didn’t do a great job of reassuring me, but she did say that if the strength lasts throughout the birth, she didn’t expect serious complications.”

Fuck. Ben’s hand tightened in your hair. That...was a thought he hadn't considered. It now made his stomach clench, though he remained silent.

He wished you would’ve taken him with you to see Dr. Baker, but he guessed he couldn’t begrudge you for your worries. He knew he'd be having his own talk with the good doctor soon enough.

“I love my mom. She did her best, you know? But I…I’ve had to take care of myself for most of my life,” you explained, with a hand fisted tight in his shirt. “What the hell do I know about being a mom?”

Ben considered that with a frown. He pulled back enough to see your face, tucking his curled fingers beneath your chin so you’d look at him.

“You looked after your sister, didn’t you?” he reminded. “Made sure she was safe, and grew up right. Not to mention, you take care of me. And you got no problem calling me out on my bullshit.”

That got a slight smile out of you. He brushed away another one of your tears with his thumb.

“You’re gonna be great, sweetheart. I never had any doubts about that,” he said, “The truth is, I couldn’t wait to fuck you raw to make this happen.”

You spluttered a laugh then, even though you were still weeping.

“Yeah, I know,” you said with a wry smile, stroking his bearded cheek. You leaned up and kissed the other cheek. He turned his head and went for your lips. The kiss was slow and tender while he held you where you always felt safe.

Ben grasped the hand on his cheek…and an idea flickered through his mind.

He parted from you, only to say, “Wait here.”

Your brows furrowed, and you blinked through wet lashes. “What?”

“Just stay put for me,” he said.

But he didn’t tell you what he was up to as he left you on the couch to duck into the bedroom. You took the time to wipe at your eyes and take some deep, calming breaths.

Ben came back soon after, seemingly empty-handed as he sat down next to you. You gave him a curious look.

He slipped a hand into his pocket. “Just for the record, I’ve had this for a while.”

And he pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket. You let out a shaky breath of surprise. The ring he pulled out wasn’t a flashy, gaudy thing like you half-expected. It actually looked delicate, and vintage, pale gold with filigree around the hexagonal stone. It glittered, even in the dim lamplight.

“Where’d you find that?” you asked. But somehow, looking into his eyes, you knew what this was.

“Besides those old pictures, the only thing I’ve got left of my mother is right here,” he said, holding up the ring for you. More burgeoning tears fell down your cheeks as your heart constricted.

“Marry me,” he said, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

Despite yourself, a smile raised the corner of your mouth. “Hmm, I don’t know. Is that a question?”

Ben released a breath. Reluctantly, he smirked.

“Fucking figures that you’d make this difficult,” he said.

“You’re the one who fumbled at the goal line, Romeo,” you replied cheekily.

You then gestured at the ground in front of you. He raised a brow.

But, he obliged your demands, making a show of sliding from the couch, down to the ground. He parted your jean-clad knees so he could move in between them. He knelt one knee on the hard wood, and once again took your hand.

Ben somehow hesitated on the question, even though you both were hanging on his words. With your free hand, you smoothed his hair away from his eyes, subtly encouraging him.

“If I had to go back, do it all over again,” he said, “I wouldn’t have done a damn thing different.”

You frowned at him. “Really?”

“That’s right,” he said. “Because I’m right where I want to be.”

You teared up all over again when you realized what he was really saying. You laid a hand on his chest, where his fiercest power resided. He squeezed the hand he held.

“So what’s it gonna be, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Ben asked. His smirk was almost boyish, despite his age. And yet, it was so very him.

You reached out with your free hand and slid your fingers through his hair, resting it at the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” you agreed, with a beaming smile. “Let’s do it.”

He slipped the ring on your finger, where it fit well. And it was now the most beautiful thing you owned, not only for its shining beauty.

You pulled him in for a kiss. His hands burned up your thighs, squeezing your hips. But again, he hesitated. His lips pulled away from yours as his hand moved to brush your belly. It was already brimming with life. He’d seen the images, heard the heartbeat.

“Thank you,” Ben said. His voice was deep and gruff.

You smiled. With a nod, you held him to you, laying a sweet path of kisses from his cheek, down to his neck.

“I love you,” you said.

He just nodded in response. His throat was tight at the moment. But you wouldn’t let him get off that easy.

“Say it,” you jostled him in your arms. “I’m only growing a super melon for you.”

It earned you an amused look from him.

“I love you too,” he said. His voice was a bit coarse, and laden with rare emotion. You pulled him into a stronger hug, which soon became him dragging you into his lap when he raised himself up onto to the couch. You took his face in your hands.

“See? We made it here,” you teased. You knew he remembered the conversation you two had a few months ago, about waiting a little while to take this next step in your relationship. To have a family.

“Soon. Not someday,” he’d told you. And you’d agreed.

You reminded him of it now while you stroked his face. “I promised you, didn’t I?”

He snorted at that. “You sure took your fucking time with that one, huh?”

“Excuse me?” you retorted.

Ben pulled you into a kiss before you could truly get going. Arguing with him was one of the things you did best.

But what you two ended up doing on the couch was second to none.

A few months later…

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ben said. His tone was edged, his brows crunching. “What kind of development?”

You curled a hand around his wrist, shooting him a calming look before you returned your attention to Dr. Baker.

“What do you mean, Tonya?” you asked. Your other hand continued to rest over your belly.

At the seven-month mark of your pregnancy, you felt like you were beginning to resemble a parade float as you sat on the medical examining table in the doctor’s office. But you were grateful for Ben’s warm hand spanning the small of your back. It gave you stability as a coil of anxiety began to bloom in your chest.

Dr. Baker reviewed her charts once more. You didn’t like that gleam of scientific interest in her eye while she perused the data, then looked up at you and Ben from her narrow-framed glasses.

“Not with the baby. She’s doing very well,” she said.

That gave you a measure of immense relief.

“The development concerns you,” she clarified, meeting your gaze. “As you know, we’ve been monitoring you very closely.”

You nodded. The weekly checkups and monthly blood panels served to both soothe and increase your anxiety, but you knew that it made Ben feel better, that you were being taken care of in this aspect of your pregnancy.

To government knowledge, no one other than Becca Butcher had ever gone through a pregnancy of this nature. And Homelander had been created in a lab. This was breaking somewhat new ground (which was only in the top five of “things that made you nervous.”)

“I found something…interesting in your bloodwork,” said Dr. Baker. She pulled out two charts from her files and clipped them onto her whiteboard for you and Ben to see. They looked virtually the same, with one graph’s red bars slightly lower than the first.

“What’s that?” Ben asked.

“It’s your wife’s cell regeneration levels,” the doctor replied, pointing to the second graph. “Hers have become almost as high as yours.”

She pointed to the first graph for comparison. You leaned in closer to see as your eyes widened. With the weight of your belly making you off balance, you nearly slid off the examining table. Ben noticed and caught you quick. His arms came around you, though as the news donned on him, his face slid into shock.

“What?” he uttered.

“That’s got to be because of the baby,” you reasoned. “Is it…just temporary? Like the super strength.”

Even that was somewhat intermittent. Some days, you felt your aches and pains and experienced morning sickness and food aversions, like any other pregnant woman. On others, you were able to lift one side of the couch one-handed and vacuum up the dust bunnies underneath it.

“I believe that blood transfusion, as well as your pregnancy greatly accelerated the effects, but no, this isn’t an isolated incident.” Dr. Baker shook her head. “Your DNA has mutated.”

“Are you serious?” you nearly choked out. She nodded. Dr. Baker never joked.

“By my calculations, this process started before you conceived. Over the course of the past year, or more,” she explained. “Do you understand what this means?”

“Y-Yes, I think so,” you said. Your hand squeezed over Ben’s; it was the hand that carried the weight of your gold wedding bands. A lump of emotion rose in your throat. “It means…I’m going to heal from injuries quicker than normal. And…I’m not going to age like a normal person.”

“That’s likely correct,” she replied.

That news fell in the room like a stone. You shared a wide-eyed look with Ben. Neither of you knew quite what to think just yet. Even though he was trying to maintain an even-keel expression, you could see his eyes were beginning to brighten with hope. Yours were too…though you were still confused.

“How the hell is this possible?” you asked. “I mean, Ben gave me his blood for a transfusion. But like you said, that was one time, two years ago now. And you said the pregnancy accelerated this, but that’s not how it started…”

Dr. Baker actually smiled. You didn’t like the wry turn of her lips. She crossed her legs where she sat at her desk and tapped her clipboard with her pen.

“How often would you say you two have sex?” she asked.

That was certainly not where you thought this conversation was going. You couldn’t help but blush.

“How is that even remotely relevant?” you asked.

You glanced at your husband, who merely gave you one of his smug smirks, while his thumb stroked your side. Fucking typical.

“Once a week?” the doctor prompted.

Your face heated up further, and you had to cover your mouth with a hand. Your sex life wasn’t quite as…vivacious as it had been since before you’d gotten pregnant, but it was still a good one, even with your growing size. Ben was nothing if not creative.

And you were still newlyweds, after all.

“Assume we’re doing a healthy amount of fucking, doc,” Ben remarked.

You gasped and hit his thigh, and finally covered your whole face in thorough embarrassment. He just smirked and took your hand so you couldn’t hide. It amused him that you still got like this.

He then pressed a kiss to the back of your fingers.

You sighed and held his hand back. I chose this man. Remember that.

“Again, what does that have to with this?” you asked, your voice a bit higher.

Dr. Baker’s lips flickered at another one of those smiles. “Well, how often did you use condoms over the past two years?”

You and Ben both snorted in response.

“He’s morally opposed to them, doctor,” you said dryly.

She nodded. “I assumed as much.”

Once again, Ben smirked, but Dr. Baker plowed ahead.

“Let me explain it this way,” she said. “Think of how HIV spreads sexually. The infected DNA is transmitted, and it eventually hits the partner’s bloodstream, affecting the entire body. What we have here is a similar case…if for the fact that this was a gradual effect, over the course of several months.”

Ben blinked, and a frown also tugged down his brows.

“Are you saying that I gave her my superpowers…like an STD?” he asked.

Your eyes became as wide as saucers.

Holy shit! you thought, and another one occurred to you. If this all started from the first time you and Ben ever had sex…then that was over two years of being dosed with literal super sperm.

“Not quite,” Dr. Baker said to him. “Just the essence of what sets your DNA apart, even from other supes.”

“Right. Because how the hell hasn’t this happened to anyone else who’s normal?” you asked. “What makes Ben different?”

Dr. Baker finally set down her pen. She folded her hands in her lap to address you with a patience that you didn’t often see from her.

“Remember, the serum he received was still a prototype,” she said. “Vought continued to refine the recipe after the ‘Soldier Boy’ project was successful. For example, the way his cells regenerate is one of those factors that needed to be weeded out, if Compound V was to be a successful product in the long-term.”

You nodded slowly, as that made sense to you. If every supe suddenly lived over a hundred years, it would make it pretty hard to secretly inject that shit into newborns. They had to package it in a more insidious way.

“This is an unpredictable outcome of your exposure to his unique genetic makeup,” Dr. Baker continued, “and there may very well be more to come in the future.”

You weren’t sure how to take that potentially foreboding news, but on the other hand…

“Oh my God! I’m going to live to be a hundred,” you said, holding tighter onto Ben as shock began to make you tremble. His grip was firm and steadying in response. And yet, his face betrayed how he was trying to process this as well.

“Likely much longer than that,” Dr. Baker said, shocking you even further. And she reminded, “Your cells aren’t regenerating at quite the same rate as his…but it is close.”

Again, holy fucking shit.

You let out a halting breath, and you looked up at Ben, a smile growing across your face. You reached up a hand for his bearded cheek. He looked down on you with his usual stoicism, but it was merely a front. You saw through to the true emotions shining in his eyes.

“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me, baby,” you said, even as your own eyes stung with tears. Your heart felt full to the brim, and even overflowing. If this was what it took to be with your husband, then altering your genetics was a price you were willing to pay…at least in this way.

Though you gave him a more teasing smile. “You’re not gonna be able to welch out of that ‘til death do us part thing. So cancel the caravan of blow and strippers.”

Ben chuckled deeply. He held your hand and stroked the inside of your wrist. For a moment, he just looked down at your face. It had become a bit more rounded with your pregnancy—thighs and arms (and ass) thicker too. And to him, you were still perfectly his.

“Fine by me. You’ve got something they don’t, anyway,” he said. He remembered the same words he’d said to you just a year ago, in the bed he still shared with you.

Your eyes gleamed with amusement, and so much more. You played along.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” you asked.

He smirked. “You’ve got a supe STD.”

Your eyes widened at his audacity, but you burst out laughing and hit his shoulder.

“Yeah, from you,” you quipped back. “I should’ve known you were carrying something.”

The two of you didn’t know it, but that was when Dr. Baker smiled to herself. She decided then to leave the room, giving you some privacy as Ben laughed and framed your face with his hands.

His thumbs brushed against your cheeks, catching stray tears as they fell. You bit your lip as your glassy eyes met his once more. Ben became more serious as he let out a sigh.

“It’s not gonna be easy,” he reminded you. “Your family, your friends…they’re going to change, and you’re going to stay the same.”

Your excitement dimmed as that realization hit you. Your hands clenched in his shirt, over his chest. You thought about your mom, your sister, Yvette and Devon, Annie and Hughie and the rest of the team (even Butcher, you would miss).

“Yeah…that part’s not gonna be fun,” you said with a heavy, tremulous sigh. Your heart clenched at the very thought of them growing old, leaving you behind.

But your gaze eventually drew back up to him. You wondered then, not for the first time, how it must’ve been for him. For his parents to grow old and pass on long before him. For childhood friends, old lovers…

“Do you know what I worried about when we got married?” you asked.

Ben’s hands traveled down from your face, down your arms, to finally rest at your waist and thigh. He stared back at you expectantly.

“When you first told me you loved me, you said you were holding back the truth. Because you thought that one day, you’d be alone again,” you said, stroking his chest. “That honestly broke my heart. And it made me wonder if I was selfish to be with you anyway.”

Ben frowned, but you shook your head before he could respond.

“I told myself that after the baby was born, I’d go to Dr. Baker and ask her to find a way to make this happen,” you said. Another smile grew across your face. “But guess what? We figured it out all on our own, super stud.”

Ben smiled then, huffing in amusement as he thumbed at your cheek. You couldn’t really understand the full force of his relief. It might’ve threatened to buckle him into a seat, if he had been standing.

But now, he struggled with the warmth in his chest that for once, had nothing to do with his powers. He moved in to tug you into his arms, and he let out a long breath through his nose.

You couldn’t see how his eyes closed, but you felt his lips press against your forehead. You held him close. Or as closely as you could with your belly getting in between.

You rubbed his back and rested against his chest, hearing the calming, steady sound of his heart beating under your ear.

“And at this rate, I might even live longer than you,” you teased. “After all, you got a head start. Compared to you, I’m still a hot young thing.”

Ben snorted and shook his head. “All right. Now you’re pushing it.”

You smirked into his chest.

“I’ll have to figure out where you rent those caravans.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. At the sound of your giggle, he couldn’t help but smile.

He still swatted you on the ass though.

A couple more months later…

He smelled like cigar smoke. For which you had no doubt, Ben had been puffing away with Frank and M.M. outside the hospital.

The team of doctors (led by Dr. Baker) had finally left you alone with your husband, allowing you to take your first relaxed breath of the day.

“Your mom and your sister are waiting. Blondie and the others are out there too,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My girl’s got a whole possy of bitches.”

You assumed he meant Annie and the rest of the team.

You shot him a look, but you were careful not to disturb the sleeping newborn resting on your chest, in the crook of your arm.

“They’re my friends, babe,” you whispered. “And they’re your friends now too, you just don’t want to admit it.”

Ben didn’t acknowledge that, but he laid a hand on your shoulder as he sat down on the edge of your hospital bed.

“How’re you doin’, sweetheart?” he asked. “Got everything you need?”

He’d become even more protective, but also very sweet to you in these past several months. More so than you’d thought him capable of, but it warmed you every time, when you considered how rough, how stoic, and how damn-near emotionally repressed he was not so very long ago.

It seemed that fatherhood was beginning to soften him, even before he began. You quirked a smile at the thought, and at his question.

“Imagine pushing a super melon out of your dick. That’s how I’m doing,” you said, tired but still cheeky as ever.

He snorted a bit loudly at that, and you shushed him, as if it wasn’t your fault he was laughing. He expected nothing less from you.

“But I’m okay,” you answered his second question. “All I need right now is you.”

Ben considered you for a moment, a slightly softer smile curving his lips, and he nodded.

“All right,” he said.

Your daughter woke and began to squirm in your arms, prompting Ben to look down at the bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Gently as possible, he brushed the tuft of downy brown hair on her head. His hand shook ever so slightly, touching her small cheek.

How can this little thing be mine? he wondered. His lips pressed into a firm line.

There was a thought, deep and thrumming inside him, that he didn’t deserve this. That just a couple of years ago, he had nothing to lose.

And now, his entire world was in this room. He’d never admit it, but it was a terrifying thought, for a man who’d had everything and nothing.

You unknowingly stopped the path of his thoughts when you raised a warm hand to his cheek. It earned his attention, and he grabbed your hand to keep it there.

You smiled up at Ben with weariness in your eyes. The super strength had drained out of you a few moments after the umbilical cord was cut, which had made for a less painful labor than you anticipated. But it had also been a long and uncomfortable eighteen hours.

“Wanna hold her for a while?” you asked.

The offer caught him off guard. His brows drew together, but he very carefully took his daughter from you, into his arms. Despite your temporary abilities throughout your pregnancy, he didn’t know if she already had his strength, or if it was something she’d grow into. Ben didn’t want to take any chances.

As he looked down at a small face that already had some of his features, he inhaled a faltering breath.

It was the first time you ever saw true tears in his eyes, as one managed to draw a path down his cheek. You smiled, and the pair of rings on your left hand caught the lamplight as you rested your hand on your chest.

Ben held the bundle close in the crook of his arm. One of the baby’s hands was free, and he tickled his finger in her palm. She grasped it on reflex, opening her mouth on a yawn. Despite his red and shining eyes, he smiled, especially when she reached up for a strand of his hair with small, grabby fingers.

He let her get a hold of it, smirking when she gave it a little tug. Just hours old, and his girl was already demanding his attention. He didn’t know if newborns were able to do that this early, or if it was her blood that made her special.

Either way, he knew then that she was going to be a handful. Just like you.

Ben glanced over and found you watching him with soft amusement. He looked back down at his daughter and told her the obvious.

“You know, you’re blessed to have my genes, baby girl,” he said. It elicited a knowing scoff out of you. However, his smirk softened. “But you’re also lucky as hell to have your mom.”

Ben looked back at you, and there was the predictable well of tears forming in your eyes.

“She’s the best damn woman you’re ever gonna meet,” he said.

He knew then that what he said to you before was right. If he had to go back to 1984, or even 1944, he’d do it all exactly the same.

It all worked out pretty damn well, from where he was standing.

AN: I’m not crying, you’re crying. 🥹😭

I sincerely hope you enjoyed “Strong as Blood.” I know I said I was going to be done with these two for a hot minute while I concentrate on “Smoke Eater” (Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Reader - series coming soon).

But now that we’re here, I have another one-shot idea I’d like to sketch out in the near future…

Would you guys want to read about their family dynamic? Maybe fast-forward a couple years to the “terrible twos” stage with their first child.

Along with some cameos from the Annie, Hughie, M.M. and the rest of the team. Maybe even Marie and Louisa, Grandpa George, and the insufferable Aunt Trina?

Let me know in the comments, or just what you thought of Part 2! 😘

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Notes: I had fun with this one, until I didn't, and then again when I did. 😜 Some angst, smut, and some fluff. Didn’t stick to the request exactly. Let’s be honest, no sexy time for three months? None at all? Come on, it’s Shawn. 😝 I haven’t written present tense for awhile, so please forgive any mistakes you might see... Might be a bit before I get to another request. I’ve been neglecting my OC series, so I’m going to try to finish the next part of that before I sift through my asks again. As always, likes are wonderful, but reblogs are better, and comments are cherished. 💕

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You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

You’re wearing a blush colored, lace bodycon dress and the most comfortable of the cutest heels you own for a night out with your boyfriend.

You screw your face and huff, “Am I not attractive? Am I not sexy?”

“Of course you are, darling,” your best friend, JJ, hums distractedly.

“You would fuck me if you were straight, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

You glance over your shoulder. The other occupant of your apartment is sideways in the plush armchair in the corner of your bedroom, his eyes not on you, but his phone screen.

His inattention further frustrates you. “Bitch, enough with the damn phone. I’m in the middle of a crisis here! I need your attention more than whatever sugar daddy you’re flirting with on Grindr.” You stomp across the room and yank his phone from his hands.

“What the hell?!” He snatches his phone back but wisely shoves it in his pocket and sits up properly. “All right. You have my undivided attention. What’s the goddamn crisis?”

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

You pout. “We’ve been dating for three months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“Wait, what??” JJ thought you were keeping your sex life private for Shawn’s sake, being who he is; he hadn’t ever thought there might not be a sex life to talk about.

“What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. He is wild about you. He looks at you like you hung the moon, and the stars.”

“Well then, what the hell?” you grumble.

“You’re not usually shy in taking what you want. Direct the outcome.”

“You think I haven’t tried? You do know that my boyfriend is one of the hottest men in the world, right?”

“Well aware, thank you,” JJ snickers. “Are you getting any kind of action? Come on, spill.”

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the marks left behind,” he mutters.

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

‘We’ve gotten really good at second base… But when I try to stick my hand down his pants, he puts the brakes on.”

“I think the better question is, what’s wrong with him?”

You give JJ a little shove, by his face, and chuckle softly before you sigh again. “I miss sex. I really, really like sex.”

“For fuck’s sake, just tell him to dick you down already.”

That’s the moment you hear a knock on your apartment door. Shawn has already charmed the entirety of the front desk staff; they don’t even call you anymore for consent to let him upstairs.

You swing open the door and Shawn’s eyes brighten. “Baby,” he murmurs, his smile even more brilliant.

He draws you to him to give you an enthusiastic kiss hello. You can’t help but react; this boy is your kryptonite.

When you ease away from each other his eyes caress you from head to toe. Deliberately. He rumbles, “You look gorgeous.”

“So do you,” you breathe, cheeks pink, despite your frustration with him.

He’s wearing navy, low-rise, straight-leg pants that hug his ass in the most perfect way, his Bode, white lace, long-sleeve shirt you both love so much, and his go-to black Chelsea boots.

Your man is a fucking model. (No, really. Signed with Wilhemina and everything, with campaigns for Armani, Calvin Klein, and Tommy Hilfiger under his belt.) He is magnificently built, tall and broad, with skin reflecting his half-Portuguese heritage due to an abundance of vitamin D from the summer sun, and dark curls at the exact length you favor.

“I have half a mind to say fuck it and stay in tonight,” he smirks.

“Can we? I’d be all right with that.”

“But then I can’t show my girl off,” he grins. “I want people to turn their heads when we walk by and think to themselves, what a lucky bastard.”

Where normally his boasting and praise would light you up and have you floating on air, head held high, proud to be his girl, tonight it rubs you the wrong way.

Shawn offers you his arm and smiles. “Ready, baby?”

///

After your first few dates, you and Shawn had taken to sitting side by side at restaurants instead of across from each other, so his first inkling that something is off is when you choose the seat opposite the cushy side where you would usually sit together.

Despite his bemusement, he pulls your chair out for you like the gentleman he has always been.

The second indication is how you aren’t as engaging or flirtatious as usual. In truth, it’s the first time he has ever felt that he has dominated the conversation. There had always been an equal push and pull between you; it was what made all of your conversations so effervescent.

Worry begins to prickle beneath his skin.

Halfway through dinner he’s bothered enough to reach for your hand and draw you from your chair to sit beside him. You huff softly but still go willingly. You hate how you’re feeling upset with him at all.

He drapes his arm across the back of the bench behind you. It’s reassuring that you lean into him. After he leaves a trail of little kisses along your jawline he asks, “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours? We always sit together. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is fine.” You try to smile genuinely, but all Shawn can see is disquiet in your eyes. You haven't ever been a good liar.

He catches the attention of your waitress and motions for the check.

“But we aren’t done with dinner,” you contend.

“Honey, you’ve barely touched your entree,” he gently argues, stroking the soft skin of your back with gentle fingertips.

You reach for his other hand and entwine your fingers with his. “I'm fine, babe. Let’s order dessert and have another glass of wine.”

He slides his Amex card into the check presenter and hands it back to the waitress. He kisses you once she walks away and murmurs against your lips, “Let’s go. This place is overrated anyway.”

///

The plan had been to go on to a speakeasy after dinner to meet some of your friends, have a few drinks, and listen to some live music. So, when you realize Shawn is taking you in the direction of his place instead, you feel terrible for ruining more than dinner.

“No, baby. Let’s just go on to the bar,” you insist. “Our friends are waiting.”

He places his hand on your thigh and draws shapes against your skin. He glances at you and smiles affectionately, even though now you can see the disquiet in his eyes.

“Another time. I’ve decided I want my girl all to myself tonight. They’ll forgive us.”

///

You love Shawn’s place, simply for the way it smells. It’s everything Shawn, with little nuances of you. You spend more time at his place than yours because there’s more privacy. He has no roommate to crash your movie nights or cuddle sessions like JJ too often does. It has begun to feel more like home than your own apartment.

You slip out of your heels and start toward Shawn’s room to steal one of his shirts so you can get out of your dress, but before you can go too far, Shawn reaches for your hand, causing you to pause and turn back to him.

He wastes no time in trying to fix whatever seems to be fracturing. He asks quietly, “Are you going to tell me what’s up?”

You return to him, slip your arms around him, and inhale his very essence. You fit perfectly in his arms and it’s the closest he’s felt to you all night.

You have only been together for three months; it's safe to say he may not yet know all of your moods. Maybe this is just another piece of you he has to learn.

You rise onto your tiptoes and brush your lips against his, encouraging him to kiss you. He gets caught up in you as quickly and as easily as he always does, his hands slipping into your hair, the pads of his thumbs stroking your face, as your kisses turn from soft to fervent.

Your hands reach for him, and fingers fumble to undo his pants.

You normally get much further than this before he stops you. But you still haven’t told him why you haven’t been yourself tonight and his brain takes over sooner than it usually would.

“Honey?” He pauses your hands and eases away, rezipping and refastening his pants, despite the fact that they’re too tight now and quite uncomfortable.

Your frustration finally boils over, and with an irritated sigh you push him away with hands against his chest. He stumbles one step back.

You immediately, apologetically rub your hands down the front of his shirt and then reach up to cup his face. He covers your hands with his and breathes your name, - an urge to help him understand.

“You tell me I’m beautiful all the time, and we make out until our lips are numb, and we get here, to this point, and so, so close to so much more, and just when I think, finally…”

You take two steps back, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, asking meekly, “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

“Oh my God,” Shawn gasps. It’s as if the floor opens beneath his feet and swallows him whole. “Sweetheart.” He feels like the biggest son of a bitch for making you cry, for making you doubt your appeal when, to him, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, or feel insecure in any way.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You can't imagine the things I've wanted to do to you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I don’t understand,” you whisper.

“Come’ere.” He reaches out to take your hands again in his and draws you close. “I just… I wanted to take it slow.”

“This isn’t three dates or three weeks, Shawn, we’ve been together for three months.”

“Can- can I be honest?” he exhales shakily, cheeks pinking.

“Always. You know that.”

He gently squeezes your hands. “I wanted to take it slow… a- at first because… My God, honey, you’re perfect, and I like you, like, a lot, you know? Hell, I- I more than like you,” he confesses, blushing even darker. “And I didn’t want to fuck anything up before I had the chance to make you mine…

“I was afraid to move too fast, because I usually do, and then it always ends as quickly as it starts. And I want things to work out this time, more than I’ve ever wanted things to work out with anyone else.”

“Shawn,” you wheeze, easing your hands from his to run down his chest. You bite your lip to try to keep yourself from smiling like a fool.

“I know once we…” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know…”

Fuck, was he the most adorable thing ever sometimes. “Have sex?” you smirk.

His eyes meet yours and he licks and bites his lips in that way he does that makes you crazy. “Once I really get between your legs, I know I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

“’cause you like me, like, a lot?” you grin, even as your face flames. “I like you, like, a lot, too, Shawn… And I don’t know, never leaving bed sounds pretty fucking amazing to me.” You tug on his hand, - a request to follow you to his room.

He stays firmly grounded. “Wait.”

You groan with a flare of new frustration. “You’re really trying my patience, babe.”

He has to close his eyes for his next admission and his face burns hot. “I’m having some… performance anxiety.”

You rise on your tiptoes and murmur against the shell of his ear as your hand brushes across the significant bulge at the front of his pants. “Sure doesn’t feel like it to me.”

“That’s not-” he hums, wetting his lips, “the problem.” He guides your hand back to where it had just been because he really wants it there.

You gently palm him through his pants. “Then what’s the problem, baby?”

“I haven’t had sex with- with anyone for awhile. Just- just my own hand. And when- when I…”

His stuttering is positively endearing.

“When you…?” you encourage, coyly. You know what he’s alluding to, but you want to hear him say it.

“I think about you when my hand is on my cock,” he murmurs, “dreamin’ it’s yours.”

Wetness immediately pools between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to watch him get himself off.

“And I come embarrassingly fast. Like a damn twelve-year-old boy who just discovered his dick. So… when you try to put your hand in my pants…”

“What? Think I’ll be unimpressed with your size?” you tease. “It’s all about how you use it.”

“You’re impossible,” he laughs, pulling you against him and palming your ass like you had just been palming his crotch.

“I already know that is not going to be an issue,” you murmur, increasing the pressure of your stroke.

It's almost too much. “You gotta stop now, baby,” he groans, easing away from your caress. “I want to last more than seven seconds,” he puffs and nervously runs a hand through his hair. “And that- that’s what I worry about. I don’t want you to be… disappointed. And then I get… stuck in my fucking head.”

“Could never be disappointed, babe.” You cup his face and kiss him tenderly. “I wish you would’ve told me all of this sooner.”

“I'm an idiot,” he states. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking about how my anxieties were affecting you, and I should have. I never meant to make you feel undesirable, or that I didn’t want to shove my cock in you every fucking chance I had. Shit, baby.”

“Aw, you say the most romantic things,” you intone amusingly.

He hooks his fingers beneath the straps of your dress, murmuring, “I want to make love with you…” He slides the straps off your shoulders. “…every second of every day. Is that better?” he hums.

“No, no, right now shoving your cock in me, - that works,” you say breathily, again unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He doesn’t stop you this time. You grip the open waistband to sharply tug him closer.

He exhales with a suppressed grunt that has you begging. “I’m fucking horny, Shawn. I need it,” you whine. “I need you.”

He has quickly located and unfastened every tie or zipper keeping your dress on your body. “Been dying to get you outta this dress all fucking night,” he groans, as it flutters to the floor.

His eyes caress the swells of your breasts almost spilling out of your strapless bra. Your nipples are visible through the sheer material. He cups your breasts and drags the pads of his thumbs over your taut peaks. “Fucking flawless,” he groans.

You begin to walk both of you towards the sofa while unbuttoning the only three buttons on his shirt and sliding it off his broad shoulders. The backs of his calves find your mark.

Before he can even catch up, you’ve pushed his pants over his hips and have gently shoved him down onto the sofa. You’re in his lap the next moment, straddling him, your lace-covered core pressing against his cotton-encased hardness.

“Shit,” he curses. His hands can’t decide if they want to be on your hips or your ass.

One of your hands curls around the back of his neck, the other tangles in his curls. You trail tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline.

You start rocking your hips and touch the tip of your tongue to the lobe of his ear. “You feel good, baby,” you purr.

His grip tightens on your hips and you hear a tiny rumble at the back of his throat. He places open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and over the swells of your breasts.

Your hips roll and speed up. The friction is divine and you think you might come, just like this, but your own pleasure is second to Shawn’s. You want him to get out of his head; you don’t want him thinking at all, just feeling.

You start to grind your hips against his. “Oh God-” he exhales. You’re soaking the lace of your panties and you can feel how you’re making a mess of his boxer briefs as well, where his cockhead is straining.

It’s not how he wants things to go, but it feels too good. His protestations are weak.

You take his earlobe between your lips and gently suck and lick it. With the tip of your tongue, you trace the contours of his ear.

He grabs your ass and squeezes, trying to still your hips, as your lips return to his earlobe and gently nibble on it. “Baby- baby- stop stop stop-” he gasps, lips against your skin. “You’re gonna make me-”

His orgasm washes over him and he nuts with a shuddering groan as wetness coats the inside of his underwear. Like a twelve-year-old boy.

You release his ear and slow your hips, trying to edge yourself away from your own climax, while his cock continues to throb and jerk.

His hand grips the back of your head, forcing your lips to his. His tongue delves deep into your mouth. He grunts as your lips part. He tries to scowl but he can’t stop from laughing instead. “You did that on purpose.”

“Mhm,” you smirk. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, you’ll last longer next time.”

He has you under him on the sofa before you can do anything but squeal and laugh.

“You’re asking for it,” he laughs, deep and throaty, hurriedly, roughly dragging the already saturated lace of your panties over your hips, down, and off. “And for the record,” he smirks, gripping his half hard cock through his boxers. “I’m above average, and I know how to use it.”

You hook your finger in the waistband and start to draw it down. “Prove it.”

Shawn pushes his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock. You lick your lips, thinking just how badly you want to get your mouth on him.

It’s as if he can read your thoughts. “Nuh-uh. My turn.” Hovering over you, he brings his lips to your ear and growls, purrs, “I know how to use my tongue, too.”

The way he kisses is enough to confirm that, but knowing he is about to bury his face between your thighs sends a fresh wave of desire throughout your body, and makes your pussy throb.

Thank fuck for the size of his sofa, as he pushes your legs open.

You gasp and groan, your back arching, when he lowers and closes his mouth around your center.

You bite on your lower lip, hand immediately tangling in his hair, as you rock against his face. You moan, hips moving instinctively against him, “Shawn… hmm… yes, baby, yes...”

His tongue is on your clit, first and middle fingers dipping inside you. He quickly finds that magic sweet spot, crooks his fingers, and laves and flicks and sucks your button, and you’re levitating off the sofa.

It’s too much and also not enough. One hand is in his hair, tugging, the other is twisted in the sofa’s slipcover beside you. You try to close your legs, but can’t with his broadness in the way. “Shawnshawnshawn,” you wheeze. “OhGod-”

His fingers are soaked with your juices. He’s fully hard again from the scent of your arousal, the moans and groans he’s drawing from you, how you’re rippling against him, and the friction of his cock rubbing against the sofa.

He knows you’re close; his fingers slip from you and you whine, tightening your grip in his curls, but he wants to prolong your ascension and he needs to taste you again.

“Please,” you beg, breathlessly.

He licks away the wetness you’ve already released and then his tongue is where his fingers just were.

Everything about him is long; his limbs, his fingers, his cock, his tongue. Your taste is addictive, and he feasts, humming and rumbling, urging you to take your pleasure by pushing against his mouth.

You’re near your zenith; he can tell by the way your hand in his hair tugs and how your moan changes. Your body begins to quiver and again he withdraws.

“Nonono,” you gasp, whimper, “pleasepleaseplease.”

But he’s only removed his mouth to sink two fingers back into you.

“That’s it. Come for me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, each time brushing against that tight bundle of nerves. You clench around him, moaning, chasing the release you might die if you don’t get rightthefucknow.

With one more firm crook of his fingers, and just the right amount of pressure from his thumb on your clit, you climax, shatter, and cry out as your orgasm fully claims you.

“Gorgeous,” Shawn purrs as he softly kisses and caresses you through every twitch and tremble and wave, until you’re blissed out and hypersensitive to his touch.

You are loose and pliant and flush and utterly exquisite beneath him. Shawn has never been more tempted to slide into a pussy unprotected, but it’s too big of a risk that he’d find himself wanting to stay buried within you when he came. He wouldn’t dare ask you to compromise yourself that way.

He is swiftly on his feet, practically dashing for his bedroom, calling out, “Condom!”

You watch his bare ass, that you will absolutely sink your teeth in at some point, disappear from the living room. You yell after him, giggling, still in that post-orgasm haze and giddy, “After tonight you’re stashing condoms within easy reach of every room of this condo!”

He’s back and on his knees between your legs moments later, with the small foil in his hand.

You rise, and reach for it, asking softly, “Can I?”

His breath hitches. “Y- yeah.”

“Will you show me how?”

“Fuck.” He grips the base of his shaft and squeezes gently, just enough to take the edge off.

He guides your hands with the exact sensation and pressure he likes as he helps you slide it down his length.

You wrap your hand around his girth, and give his cock a gentle tug. He grunts and pushes into your palm. You relax again against the sofa cushions, taking him with you, and line him up with your opening.

“Shit,” he curses in anticipation. As desperate as he is to bury himself balls deep within you, he stills you with a gentle, “Y- you’re ready?”

He’s a big boy, but he prepped you quite well with those long and marvelous fingers while eating you out, and you are still wet from your climax. You kiss him in response.

Temples pressed together, eyes down, you both watch as he slowly, gently begins to push into you.

The burn and stretch is intense in a way that makes you lightheaded with pleasure and you moan softly while you adjust to the way he fills you.

“OhmyGod,” he gasps. You feel like heaven around him.

You gently trail your fingertips from where you’re intimately connected, up, along the lines of his abdomen and chest. You place your hands around his face. Your eyes stay locked with his until he bottoms out.

You slide your arms around his neck. You gasp when the pebbled nubs of your breasts brush against his chest.

He licks into your mouth, curls his tongue around yours. You gently bite and tug at his lower lip. You wrap one of your legs around his hip and roll your pelvis, urging him to start moving.

He needs no further encouragement, easing back, pushing in. You whimper as you find your rhythm together, fingernails denting crescent marks in the tight, broad muscles of his upper back.

He latches onto your shoulder with his teeth and moans deep in his throat. He withdraws, slides in, brings his mouth to suck bruises in the crook of your neck before soothing them with his tongue.

You murmur his name. He hums yours with every withdrawal and thrust.

Your back arches and you moan again when he lowers his mouth to your breasts. He licks and tugs and sucks each taut, dusky pink nipple until they’re too sensitive and you draw his lips to yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth. “You feel so good.” His pupils are blown wide. “Baby,” he groans. He needs to be deeper.

He swiftly shifts onto his knees and you both cry out at the new angle. He grips the outsides of your thighs, pushes up, driving his cock deep, hitting your g-spot. Your little gasps and whimpers are the music that drives him. He moans with every rock into you.

The position you’re in allows easy access to your clit and your hand falls between you.

“That’s it, baby,” he hums, grins, rumbles, “Look at you…”

You start to tremble. Needy sounds and words without meaning tumble from your lips, and you tip your head up.

His teeth nip against the length of your neck. “Wanna see you fall apart again,” he whispers against your pulse.

You cry out his name as his cocktip finds your sweet spot again, and again. “That’s it, Sweetheart.”

Your fingers over your clit begin to move faster. Your hips rise, your back bends, and your breath catches. Your orgasm sweeps over you swiftly, unexpectedly, sharply. You don’t even have the chance to find your voice as your other hand screws tight and stars explode behind your eyes.

Your chest lifts and falls rapidly. Your hands grip his ass and you pull him against you.

He grunts. His eyes close and his mouth slackens as he chases his own pleasure. His pace begins to speed up, and then falter. The sounds dripping from his lips are sinful.

He pulls back, almost slipping out of you. He’s on the edge. His balls are heavy and tight and already drawing up close to the base of his dick. He moans as he slides back in.

You swivel your hips just right and rock down as he rocks up, meeting his thrust. He snaps his hips once, twice. “yesyesbabyyes-” You clench around him, again, and his orgasm creeps up from every part of his body until he’s both desperate for it to stop and to continue forever.

“holyfuck,” he wheezes, gasps. He stutters, stills, and unravels buried deep within you with a satisfying groan of your name.

You tighten your legs around his waist and rock your hips, again clenching your inner walls around him while you coast the aftershocks. You both finally still, breath heaving, giggling softly. His hands slide along the length of your arms and he trails little nips up along your jawline.

You melt into the sofa. “Mm… you were worried for nothing,” you purr, a small smile on your lips.

Once he was out of his head and in the moment, it had been a non-issue. All he had been fixated on was how to make you cry his name. His grin is smug upon hearing the absolute satisfaction in your voice, knowing he is responsible for making you feel so good.

You kiss him, you don't want to stop kissing him, but he detaches his lips from yours with a chuckle.

His hand moves between your bodies to hold onto the condom, and he carefully pulls out. You whimper with the loss

He reaches for a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and wraps the condom within them, placing the mess in the nearby decorative bowl. That'd do for now; he'd dispose of it properly later.

He moves back into your embrace and hovers above you for a few moments longer, returning his lips to yours.

“We might want to move this to the bedroom,” he smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes, guiding your hand to his cock, already hardening again.

“You’re insatiable,” you giggle, tightening your leg around his waist and your hand around his dick.

He hums and rocks his hips just a little. “Warned you,” he smirks.

“Just wanna stay right here,” you murmur, pulling him down atop you. “Just for a minute.”

“Imma crush you.”

“Won’t let you.” You can still breathe, and his weight on top of you is intimate and comforting. He relaxes, sinking into you, resting his head on your chest.

You run your fingers soothingly through his curls. “Shawn?” you whisper.

“Yeah baby?” he breathes, just as softly.

“I ‘more than like you’, too.”

~ * ~

@mendesblurb @benito-mi-vida @monikamendes @mendesficsxbombay @pamelagramm @chocochipcookie305 @misti-ka @fallinallinshawn

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes request #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fiction #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x you

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cuttergauthier · 3 years ago

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Thomas Bordeleau Insta Edit!

(these photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)

Yourusername

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Yourusername From playing Timbits hockey together to you making your NHL debut tonight! I’m so happy I’ve been lucky to be there for all your accomplishments, now I finally get to watch you play in your first NHL game, after you’ve been talking about it since we’ve been 6 years olds! I love you Bordy, go play your heart out❤️😘

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Thombordeleau_ Couldn’t have done it without you! Thank you for being by my side all these years! I love you❤️

Brendan.Brisson Thank you for making me feel sad for not being able to be there y/n…

Brendan.brisson Proud of you babe, score me a goal or two😘

→ Thombordeleau_ love you babe, i’ll try my best😉😘

→ Yourusername When your boyfriend has a boyfriend🙄

Edwards.73 y/n is bords biggest fan!

Owenpower_ I’ll be watching from buffalo, good luck man!

Mbeniers10 y/n you better take a lot of pictures for us!

→ Yourusername get ready for your phone is going to be blowing up with pictures, don’t worry😜

dylanduke25 LETS GOO!!!!

Umichhockey Take care of our boy y/n🥺

→ Yourusername always!

_Johnbeecher Atta boy bords!

san jose sharks glad to have you here cheering him on💙

→ yourusername wouldn’t want to be anywhere else💙

Thombordeleau_

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Thombordeleau_ excited to have signed my first NHL contract with the san jose sharks, excited to make my NHL debut tonight with my girl in the stands❤️

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yourusername excited to see you make your NHL debut, I’m so incredibly proud of you! I love you bordy❤️

brendan.brisson stop stealing my boyfriend y/n!

→ yourusername never going to happen😋

Edwards.73 brendan will never stop being jealous of y/n!

Mbeniers10 good luck brother❤️

Kentjohnson.13 nick and I are cheering you on from Columbus!

jacob_truscott20 love you man❤️

Mackie.samo hottie bords😍

Umichhockey 💙

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yourusername Got the best seats, to watch my favourite shark, make his debut💙

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sanjosesharks only the best for bordy’s girl💙

brendan.brisson Wish i could be there😭

brendan.brisson tell my boyfriend i’m proud of him, and i’m watching from vegas🥺

→ yourusername already did after your 50 text messages!

→nblanks98 Bren stop texting her, and let her enjoy the game🙄

Mbeniers10 even in columbus, he has to keep bren in line😂

→ Owenpower_ are we really surprised thought?

→ lhughes_06 not one bit!

→ brendan.brisson i hate you guys🙄

jade.bordeleau Cheering on the brother, with my future sister in law❤️

→ yourusername you’re the best future sister in law❤️

Hope you guys enjoy it!

let me know what you think, this is my first insta edit, let me know if you guys want more!

@ilovehockeyyyy @hockey-lover86

#umich boys <3 #umich hockey #umich blurbs #umich imagine #umich insta #insta edit #nhl imagine #NHL Hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl blurb #thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau blurb #thomas bordeleau imagine #san jose sharks #fake instagram edit

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okashiras · 3 years ago

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wrote a long-ass embarrassing semi-incoherent draft that i’m just gonna summarize for everyone’s (mostly my own) sake.

this is the first season where the writing didn’t have an intent to make us root against steve as nancy’s love interest.

season 1: the last scene with steve begins with a shot of the ever useless ted wheeler dozing on a couch then the camera pans to reveal steve waiting on the other couch for nancy, with the intent of making them mirror each other (which doesn’t even make sense but anyway). and nancy staying with him reinforces what is repeatedly said about her in s1 (and 2? idr) about her need to retreat to safety, and the audience is expected to groan at this and to stay tuned for the next part of the story where she can finally get with the other guy.

season 2: rushed (and badly written and much debated in fandom) breakup. the writing made steve call himself a “pretty shitty boyfriend” so nancy can finally get with jonathan. he gives one last lingering look at nancy -- probably regret, probably longing, probably moving on. maybe we’ll pick this storyline up again. who knows! we don’t really know what to do with steve anymore so we’re just putting him in these side storylines. what do you mean he got popular?

season 3: steve loser era! working minimum wage and couldn’t get chicks. also said he didn’t love nancy anymore, so that’s over! but the new girl he finds himself liking turns out to be gay so who knows! we didn’t really mean for him to get this far. that’s why he’s in these little side quests. we can’t really make him interact with nancy because how will that even go down? wait, he got even more popular? even with the ridiculous outfit? anyway, jonathan/nancy is a great partnership, right? a relationship built on “shared trauma” is good and not weird.

season 4: steve has finally beat the loser allegation and is ready for love now. nancy pretends to be fine but is having relationship troubles. they team up and the sparks are still there. a few important characters hint that maybe they should get back together. moreover, eddie tells steve he is a good guy, that dustin thinks he’s a badass, and that nancy loves him.

coming into s4, i’ve posted about my suspicion that the writers have been doing retcons and course corrections in order to set up the final season. and that includes cutting their losses and refocusing on what actually works in the series. and because steve is arguably the breakout character of the show, it seems to me like they finally allowed steve to take his place as a central part of the story. that entails tackling his original tie to the story in the first place: nancy. which means the writers had to take his feelings for nancy seriously this time.

i think the resistance to make steve a proper contender for love interest is that the duffers did not even intend to keep him alive past season 1. (sidebar: i remember in beyond stranger things, when the cast members were saying which ship they’re rooting for, millie bobby brown said “stancy, all the way” then i think one of the brothers replied “bold”?? lol!) but this interview also suggests they’re open to allowing the story evolve as informed by the characters’ journey, etc. i think it’s very telling that they mentioned steve as the perfect example here and even called him a “lead” in season 4, supporting what i said about them maybe taking steve more seriously this season lol.

there are definitely pros and cons to sticking to an original vision vs adapting according to what’s happening in the story. but i’m not here to let myself get bothered about that!! i’m just here to sit like a hunched little gargoyle and eat my meal!!!! 🖕😜🖕

#stancy #st blogging

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blackacre13 · 3 years ago

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Hii! This is a question to you. What is a prompt idea you want to write- but nobody has sent it in? Asking for a friend…😜

Well, I don’t have a specific prompt idea I’ve been pining for, and if I have an idea, it’s usually for a one-shot or story on ao3, so I’m going to sprinkle some of my started/unfinished or neglected ideas that may one day appear somewhere in the web-sphere one day as little samplers for ya:

One Song, Glory excerpt (Lou POV long fic for ao3 eventually!)

“Lou?”

“Lou, honey?”

Lou came out of the haze that had washed over her and tried to blink through the fog in her mind to see Debbie more clearly.

“Baby, what do you want us to do?”

Lou blinked a few times before looking around and realizing it was just the two of them and that they weren’t at the doctor’s office in the hospital anymore.

“What do I want us to do...” she repeated.

Debbie slowly slid a mug of tea in front of Lou. She sat down and looked at Lou, with that same look of concern. Lou realized she was waiting for an answer.

“I don’t, I can’t.” Lou fumbled, cursing her brain.

“You don’t have to decide right now. We can circle back to it.”

“Well I don’t have much time left to deliberate now, Deborah do I?” Lou chuckled darkly.

Untitled young Loubbie high school fic

Lou Miller doesn’t do high school. Well, she does. But only out of obligation. And she’s barely checked in when it comes to where her mind is. She’s smarter than this. There’s no use for it.

But while she may have to suffer through Calculus and Honors Literature on her way to the sweet respite of AP Physics, she didn’t do high school in the social sense at all.

Lou Miller didn’t do groups. Or cliques. Or friends. She didn’t do boyfriends. And she one thousand and five percent didn’t do the whole overdone, this is my best friend but I also have the world’s biggest crush on her older brother.

Lou knows this of course. Has known it since the first time she stepped into these halls dreading the next four years. But it leaves one Deborah Ocean with her mouth gaped open, her lips opening and closing like a fish out of water. And Lou cannot help letting out the world’s most devious, sadistic smirk and arching her meticulously plucked eyebrow.

I don’t know what this is yet but wanted to use the line “You must be the other Ocean”

Debbie’s heart flew into her throat as she barreled forward, her brother catching her just in time, letting her fall against his chest and grabbing her to keep her steady.

“Fuck,” she panted with a weak laugh. “Whole life just flashed before my eyes.”

“Any good cons in there?” Danny laughed, his eyes twinkling.

“Just tell your boy to move his fucking legs,” Debbie sighed. “It’s a safety hazard.”

The booted legs in question tapped around on the cement floor and Debbie watched the heels pull the legs forward, an oil-stained jumpsuit rolling out forward from underneath the vehicle.

The man sat up, and Debbie waited impatiently, tapping her heeled foot as she missed Danny’s smirk and focused on the man who was now taking off the protective face gear.

Long white-blonde hair tumbled out and fell onto shoulders and suddenly Debbie’s brown eyes were latched onto the bluest ones she’d ever seen.

“Not his boy,” the woman grinned, taking a snap of gum in her mouth. “You must be the other Ocean. Pleasure.”

Lou will do the job, but she won’t mend things with Debbie

She has sat on her feelings. Steeped in guilt simmering under hot water as feelings spread out just enough to reach the border of the mug but not strong enough to break the ceramic barrier. Like Debbie in jail. Thinking and brewing and plotting. Over and over. Nothing to do but run the job again and again and again. And she does. She runs it with Lou. Again and again and again. And maybe, she tries to run it without her. But it doesn’t work. It never works. It has to be now. It has to be Lou.

And Debbie might be stubborn as all hell, but she’s not too stubborn to realize that if she wants Lou for the job, for her life, she has to face her. Face them. Face the past.

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years ago

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Razan & Ava

Razan: How’s your head? 🤭

Ava: 🪓🪓 Splittin’, obviously

Ava: Tell Miss I’ve gone home, please and thank you 🙏

Razan: I took the liberty without being asked & yeah you’re welcome

Ava: I can’t believe you don’t have a headache with how hard you’re paying attention

Razan: I wanted to come, like, to pay attention

Ava: That woman is just SO self-important, I can’t deal

Razan: cute with it though, a little bit

Ava: Really?

Ava: I know you did NOT stalk this woman and drag me here to stare at her and ask her super great questions, like

Razan: I did my research, I’m NOT admitting to anything else

Ava: You are such a sneaky 🤓

Ava: go on then, what totally amazing research did she head to make you so 😍

Razan: [tell her because I have no idea but we’re going with a Melissa vibe of actually being kind of impressive here because I can]

Razan: Am I allowed to have a crush now or…?

Ava: 🤔 Hmm, I’m not sure it makes up for her lack of people skills, or you making me play wing-woman without even clueing me in but

Ava: not bad

Razan: the crush you have is more than making up for it

Ava: However did you notice

Razan: I’ve been on the receiving end of that look

Razan: & you’re 😳 in October, it doesn’t take a genius

Ava: not trying to steal your lecturer love, luckily for you 😜

Ava: but okay, you caught me

Razan: Miss won’t, I’m 99% she’s sexting her boyfriend

Ava: Probably

Ava: why they can’t let us go unchaperoned is beyond me

Razan: because we’re us

Ava: Yeah, you should’ve let them know you’ve got the hots for this woman, won’t be going anywhere more fun

Razan: Wrong, I’ve already been invited out by random students in the next row

Ava: fun

Razan: I could go straight home after, that always is 😜

Ava: If I was actually doing that, I wouldn’t have time to reply to you

Ava: I’m having a tour, which is a lot more useful than whatever your new gf was trying to do in there

Razan: useful for getting to know your new bf

Razan: you shouldn’t be replying to me

Ava: yeah, stop talking to me 😏

Ava: I already know who he is, anyway, I’m not a total slag

Razan: Yeah, that’ll stop me talking, it’s not a wildly interesting development I wanna know more about or anything!

Ava: Don’t you remember him?

Razan: no??

Ava: He was in Buster and Nancy’s year, so he was only at the school with us for a few years

Ava: he’s Teddy’s brother

Razan: oh okay

Ava: what does that mean??

Razan: Isn’t he married?

Ava: he’s 21

Razan: but married

Ava: everyone knows it’s not real, who gets married at 18

Razan: Um… your brother

Ava: 🙄 yeah because that’s a normal situation

Razan: because you wanna get yourself in the middle of a bizarre situation

Ava: it’s not bizarre, she just got pregnant

Ava: and no one said anything about getting in the middle of anything

Razan: I remember her, I stand by bizarre

Ava: she’s just your typical bully, nothing crazy

Razan: making him just your type

Ava: um, did you see him, it’s literally nothing to do with her

Razan: looks wise he’d be anyone’s type, I’m not saying any different

Ava: what then

Razan: You know what

Ava: Nah, go on

Razan: this is what you do

Ava: what do I do

Razan: you make ☹️ people 🙂

Ava: for God’s sake

Ava: shut up

Razan: I’m not calling out a blatant kink, it’s more subtle than that, but it is what you do

Ava: You’re talking shit, what kind of complex do you think I have, thanks SO much

Razan: I’m not qualified to answer, you’ll have to take a quiz like everybody else

Ava: You aren’t funny

Razan: you’re not here for my jokes, you’re on a tour with a married dad 🤷🏽‍♀️

Razan: message me later, if you want

Ava: yeah you can just cuss me out and tell me to leave

Razan: It’s not a diss, you’re not even aware you’re doing it

Ava: I’m not doing anything

Ava: I want to hook up with him

Ava: and if I’d known you were never going to come out, I wouldn’t have bothered, actually

Razan: yeah, I realised when you stopped bothering

Ava: what did you expect

Razan: not any cultural sensitivity, that’s for sure

Ava: give me a break

Razan: like you gave me?

Ava: you’re never going to do it, good luck finding any girl who’s going to put up with it, it’s ridiculous

Razan: & you’re never going to understand why I can’t

Ava: I understand

Ava: it doesn’t change anything, you can’t be out, you can’t date a girl, it’s simple really

Ava: you want to have it both ways

Razan: I don’t want to have it this way, yeah, it is simple

Ava: only you can do anything about that, or not

Ava: don’t take it out on me

Razan: don’t attack me for not congratulating you for being a homewrecker

Ava: fuck your morals

Razan: you don’t wanna hear it

Ava: I don’t wanna hear what you reckon is right and wrong when you’re adding yourself to that list to keep your family happy, no

Razan: & what happens if my family is unhappy, are you going to make up Nancy’s room for me?

Ava: You’ll have to make a decision one day

Ava: it’s got nothing to do with me now

Razan: I literally went against God for you & it wasn’t enough

Ava: I didn’t do anything wrong

Razan: you cheated on me, but I guess that’s okay from your POV because I have to lie

Ava: You like girls, I didn’t make that happen, God did, if you wanna go there

Razan: I wasn’t dating them, you made that happen

Ava: did I force you? No, no I didn’t

Razan: to come out, if you could’ve

Ava: piss off

Ava: honestly, you should do every queer girl a favour and just marry a nice muslim boy

Razan: I won’t invite you, you’ll only want to sleep with him

Ava: someone should want to

Ava: but no thanks, you becoming the most judgmental bitch to cover up your shame isn’t something I can bear to be around much longer

Razan: You’re doing something wrong this time

Ava: I don’t remember asking for your opinion

Ava: I don’t care, I can do what I like

Razan: go do it then, you’re the one reading my opinion

Ava: I don’t need your permission either, Raz

Razan: luckily

Ava: bye

Razan: [don’t reply gal but do send something else way later when you’re also drunk as is the vibe]

Razan: I’m sorry

Razan: I said, like, a million things I shouldn’t have said

Ava: nothing I didn’t know or you’d said before

Razan: maybe, but that doesn’t make it okay

Ava: whatever

Razan: I deserve the whatever

Ava: yeah no shit

Razan: you’re a really hard person to fight with, because you’re always in the right

Ava: not always but I can own my wrongs better than you

Razan: they’re not as big

Ava: I did cheat on you

Ava: and I did sleep with James

Razan: It was over by then, we each didn’t want to be the one to say it, but it already was

Razan: his marriage probably is too

Ava: it never was

Ava: his marriage

Razan: then fuck my morals

Ava: he is sad

Ava: but I don’t think I can fix him, and I never thought I could fix you, btw

Razan: You did make me happy, you do

Razan: it’s good, NOT a diss

Ava: it sounds like I think I’m the next prophet

Razan: no, I’m surrounded by preachy, you aren’t that

Razan: kind & helpful, yeah, but not in an american youth pastor, come & pray kinda way

Ava: well thanks, because I’d have to kill myself otherwise

Razan: you’re the best & you give that to people

Ava: don’t be nice

Razan: okay, it was freaky & I hated it that you knew I needed you before I knew & I 100% should’ve drowned you for witchcraft

Ava: more like you

Ava: I didn’t mean to rock your world, babe, what can I say

Razan: yeah you did, that was totally deliberate every time

Razan: What was sleeping with someone in their 20s like?

Ava: that’s not his defining characteristic

Ava: but amazingly good

Razan: I’ve already asked you what sleeping with a boy is like

Razan: idk much else about him 💭💭

Ava: he’s literally so smart it would be intimidating if he wasn’t so nice

Ava: he’s not trying to show-off or be impressive, he doesn’t even know he is

Razan: let’s change your type to that & make me sound super humble

Ava: 🤣

Ava: believable

Razan: Hey! You don’t have to use the emoji doing the most

Ava: 😀 gives I think you should be sectioned

Razan: I did read it in your tone earlier for what you thought needed be included in my christmas hol plans

Ava: you started it, alright

Razan: I know, I know, I can be toxic

Ava: ☣️☣️☣️

Razan: I said sorry, I’m waiting for yours for marrying me off

Ava: I’m not ordained yet, it’s not legally binding

Ava: are you still with the students

Razan: [a group selfie like yep hello]

Razan: Where are you?

Ava: home now

Ava: I’m so drunk

Razan: me too

Razan: drunk, if the apology didn’t give it away, fuck going home

Ava: will you go [one of their friends who’s the most chill]

Razan: Maybe, if it’s not late

Ava: not judging

Ava: I would’ve stayed if it was an option

Razan: if one of my new friends will let me stay, I’ll stay

Ava: you can come here but you better go in Nance’s room

Razan: don’t be nice

Ava: barely

Ava: I fully intend to sext him all night so

Razan: it’d be awkward if miss has more game with her bored bf than you with your shiny new one, I wouldn’t wanna be seen with you

Ava: rude, I was a sex witch earlier, don’t take it back now

Razan: He is as hot as me, I guess

Razan: you’ll be fine

Ava: come on, ego

Ava: he’s insane

Razan: if you like tall white boys

Ava: don’t be mean I’m too 😍 to take notes rn

Razan: Um, I literally compared him to me in terms of attractiveness so I’m not being mean

Ava: hmm okay, you’re trying

Ava: is it a good party

Razan: it’s no [a good party from their past] but it’s NOT [a bad one]

Ava: you’ll have to invite me when you go here

Ava: I promised I wouldn’t

Razan: Am I going here??

Ava: definitely

Ava: it’s top 10, and you wanna bang that lady

Razan: a reason not to go

Ava: her salary and respected job would go down a treat with your parents, though

Razan: don’t

Ava: sorry

Razan: idk if I’m too drunk or not drunk enough but we’re not going there again

Ava: okay, forget i said that

Razan: I heard everything else you said

Ava: i wasn’t trying to be a dick

Ava: there’s plenty of actual reasons to go here

Razan: yeah, maybe I will

Razan: diversity points could get me in 🙌🏽

Ava: you won’t be going to Goldsmiths with me

Ava: way too artsy and not 🤓 enough

Razan: I would’ve but you broke up with me so I don’t have to pretend to like it now

Ava: we would’ve been unbearable

Razan: you’re still unbearable on your own, it’s fine

Ava: charming as ever

Razan: you started that, I don’t know anything about it

Ava: innocent until proven guilty

Razan: I have loads of proof of how innocent you aren’t

Ava: 😈 likewise

Razan: [uploading a selfie to the story with some kind of filter to that effect because we can]

Ava: cute

Razan: What am I a 👵🏽👶🏽🐶🐱?

Ava: demanding, is what you are

Ava: i know everyone there is telling you how amazing you look

Razan: you don’t know it, witch

Ava: suddenly they’re all blind and you’re well tragic like 🥺

Razan: it’s no fun when it can’t go anywhere

Razan: but I’m not being 💔🥺💔 at a party, who am I??

Ava: you can hook up with girls, just don’t have them thinking it can go beyond that

Razan: Really? Like that much of a whore?

Ava: omg don’t be such a windup

Razan: you’re wound up by your sexting

Ava: yeah but it’s not normal sexting like miss does with her mans so give me a break

Razan: you like James, she’s desperate to keep hers 🔒

Ava: he doesn’t even look real it’s insanity

Razan: met your match

Ava: come on, I’m not going to downgrade

Ava: you look like a supermodel I’ve always told you

Razan: I was trying to be nice to him, I know how perfect I am

Ava: alright bitch 😏

Ava: I don’t know why I didn’t invite him in I’m mad

Razan: because he has a wife waiting up

Ava: if she cared he wouldn’t be able to be talking to me like this rn

Razan: trapping him inside their 4 walls doesn’t mean she cares about him, just how it would look if he was spotted with your supermodel looking ass

Ava: we’re not getting caught, give me some credit, homewrecking is my forte after all, yeah

Razan: you’re well trained at being sneaky, yeah, you’re welcome

Ava: do you think he does this a lot

Razan: Why don’t you ask him?

Razan: if he’s lying to tell you what you wanna hear, you’re good at spotting that too

Ava: it doesn’t matter but

Ava: I don’t know, maybe it does a bit, I don’t wanna get carried away do I

Razan: It is something else you tend to do, a little bit

Ava: 😑

Razan: not necessarily a bad thing either, esp with me looking out for you

Ava: I know this can’t go anywhere

Ava: not in a traditional sense anyway

Razan: you don’t, people get out of unhappy marriages, Ava

Ava: he’s not there

Razan: it could happen & that’s what you need to watch, that you don’t get carried away & hurt thinking it will

Ava: I know, I won’t 🤞

Razan: I know you, you thought I’d come out and we’d live happy ever after instead of me ending up, like, a homeless disowned statistic

Razan: it’s sweet but it’s dangerous

Ava: Well you killed that naivety so you don’t need to worry about me no more 😘

Razan: Tell me your NOT already thinking of an into the sunset moment with him, that’s a damn lie

Ava: I can’t help it if people being unhappy makes me unhappy

Ava: It’s not about me having a happy ending, people shouldn’t live their life being miserable it’s too short

Razan: you don’t have to help it, everyone loves it about you

Razan: but don’t make yourself miserable again

Ava: I’m VERY happy rn

Razan: WOW, thanks for how hard you went rubbing it in my face there

Ava: I don’t know what to say

Ava: You’ll be happy when you’re a high powered business bitch and you can do what you want without being homeless

Razan: not bad for an off the cuff little pep talk

Ava: I do my best

Ava: despite being very distracted and planning my future wedding and all that

Razan: You’ve stopped planning mine, that’s 100% all I care about

Razan: go devote yourself to your new man, how you do

Razan: I’ll talk to you later

Ava: Thank God you can’t talk to him and tell him I’m like that, you hating ass hoe

Ava: he’s already been married off once you wanna convince him I’m a 👰🏼‍♀️💒💍🤵🏻‍♂️ psycho, so rude

Ava: Code for you’ve found someone you wanna flirt with, peace then ✌️

Razan: no, you have & I don’t need your sloppy drunk 💗😍💕🥰💞 messages meant for him finding their way to me

Ava: oh yeah, you’d be SO horrified, gotcha

Razan: it’d be like hearing about your dreams, which everyone knows is 😬

Ava: one in the same, baby 💗😍💕🥰💞

Razan: thank God I’m not your baby

Ava: you’re too easy to wind up

Razan: as easy as you are, maybe

Razan: sometimes

Ava: you’re bitchier about it when you’re sober, give you that

Razan: I can’t help it if I suddenly feel sick, if it’s not your new romance, what else could it be?

Ava: 🍻 guarantee, it always gets you

Razan: not ALWAYS

Ava: whenever you’re trying to hang and prove you’re not just a 🥂🍷 girl

Razan: trying to hang?

Razan: because it’s such a big effort, yeah?

Ava: 💁🏼‍♀️

Razan: you’re a mean girl

Ava: oi, I am not

Razan: & common if you’re going to oi me like that 🗨️👷

Ava: if you wanna be that posh girl cliche, yeah, bit of rough

Razan: only in the mornings, don’t be too hard on yourself

Ava: interesting you insisted on so many sleepovers, then 😚

Razan: I don’t remember it being so one sided

Ava: could say the same to you

Razan: yeah, you could

Ava: it’s all gonna change isn’t it

Razan: What??

Ava: between us

Razan: no? why??

Ava: i don’t know, I’m drunk, ignore me

Razan: I’m not letting you ignore me because you’ve got a bf, thanks

Ava: I like him so much

Ava: it’s not like [the boy we cheated on you with and clearly dated for a bit]

Razan: of course it’s not like that, you’re done punishing me, which is all he was for

Razan: you’re allowed to like James, or anyone, & it be nothing to do with me

Ava: okay, good

Razan: not nothing though, I’m still your best friend

Ava: always

Ava: as my best friend you can be happy for me though, because he’s so lovely

Razan: met your match

Ava: 💕

Razan: it’s what I’d say to him, he can figure out your psychosis for himself, or tell you to take a quiz too

Razan: I felt loved & he’s lucky if he gets to go there with you

Ava: let’s not jinx anything

Razan: I’m not the witch, no worries I’ll do any spells

Ava: I’d like to love him, so he can know how it feels

Razan: then give yourself permission

Ava: I’ll wait for his this time

Razan: she’s learning 🤗

Ava: sure

Razan: I’m 🙂 for you & the 100% insane result you won’t get

Ava: ‘scuse me for not being able to turn my emotions on and off like a total socio 🙂

Razan: you’re excused, I don’t know anyone who can really do that

Ava: not putting it about you’re great at faking it, don’t worry

Razan: I’m not worried, everyone knows what makes me great

Ava: 👸🏽

Razan: & you’re done punishing me

Ava: yes, obviously

Razan: it’s obviously God’s turn, I feel so sick

Ava: you and God have more to work out than we do

Ava: go lie down

Razan: I’ll get some fresh air & be fine

Ava: alright, don’t puke on your new friends

Razan: don’t talk about it

Razan: you could jinx me

Ava: 🤐

Ava: gotta go anyway, he’s calling me

Razan: 💗😍💕🥰💞

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