#sorry about that but i just needed to get it off my chest. my family and friends dont understand everything that i talk about

[spencerreidsrightsock]

I Need Help

Summary: The team is on a case in Colorado. Spencer and reader have to share a hotel room due to limited space. Reader has a wet dream and calls out a specific name. 

TW! MDNI! Smut, wet dream, praise kink, p in v, sleepy sex, unprotected sex, creamp!e, anything else. 

Pairing: SoftDom!Spencer x Fem!Reader

W.c: 1,100ish

A/N: SO, my family and I have type A flu. I'm going to cry, I want to get better😔

The team got called this morning to a case in a small town in the middle of Colorado. To say this place was in the middle of nowhere was an understatement. There was a singular hotel in a 30 mile radius. 

The team arrives at the tiny hotel from the local precinct, they pile one by one, out of the black SUV’s, sleepily holding their go bags as they file into the hotel. They all get hotel keys except for Spencer. Everyone else leaves to go to their rooms so Spencer and y/n are in the lobby, alone. 

“Hey you can stay with me, if you want” She says smiling at him. “Hang on a second” he whispers walking back to the desk, he and the clerk exchange a few words before Spencer walks back over, “looks like I’m crashing with you tonight” he says with a low laugh. She nods her head and turns to walk to the room. 

She unlocks the door and goes in holding the door open for Spencer, he comes in behind her. They both throw their bags on the bed. They look around the room, it’s a tiny room with brown walls and one nightstand, with one full size bed. 

They both let out a sigh, “Tonight is going to be fun” y/n says jokingly and starts rummaging through her bag, “Hey, I’m going to shower the day off.” she says smiling back at Spencer. “Okay I’ll be here.” he says sitting on the bed with a book in hand. 

Y/n disappears into the bathroom and strips her clothes off, she gets into the shower and turns the water on, to her dismay there is only a bit of hot water, so she hurries and washes her body, not daring to stick her head under the cold water. 

She steps out and gets dressed in her pajamas, and steps into the room, “I do not recommend showering, there is little to no hot water” she complains shivering. Spencer looks up at her, “Get under the covers you’ve got goosebumps everywhere” he says laughing. 

She walks closer to the bed and peels the thin cover back and lays down. “Well this cover isn’t doing much of anything” she complains again giggling. He puts his book down and looks at her, “Come here” he says, holding his arm out to her. 

They both scoot close to each other, entangling their legs together, Spencer wraps his arm around y/n’s waist and pulls her head to rest in his chest. “Goodnight, y/n” he whispers. “Goodnight, Spencer” y/n whispers back to him. 

Y/n and Spencer were best friends, they had worked together at the BAU for seven years, so they had endless nights of sharing hotel rooms, going to the bars together, and hanging out, just the two of them. 

Sleep had overtaken the both of them, they lay there tangled together, their breathing had evened out, and dreams came to them both. 

A while later Spencer woke up to hear you whimpering, he shot up and stared at her, afraid she was having a nightmare, he looked at the early 2000s style alarm clock that laid on the nightstand, it was 3am. He sighed a bit and looked back down at her face. 

She let out a tiny moan, then said “Spencer”, his face immediately flushed a bright red as he realized she was having a wet dream about him. He places his hand on her shoulder and shakes her gently, “y/n” he whispers. 

She shoots up out of bed, “Spencer, what” she says whining a bit. “You were uh- having a- uh- dream.” he says, she wakes up enough to realize what she had been dreaming about. She brings her hands to her head, “I’m sorry” she whispers. “Don’t apologize y/n, you can’t control your dreams” he says laughing. 

She brings her thighs together and tries to get some relief, “Spencer, will you help me” she moans out. “Are you sure?” he asks, staring into her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure” she says leaning to press a kiss to his lips. 

He kisses her back and slips his tongue into her mouth as his hand comes to rest on her hip, she lets out a moan and pulls back. “Spence, I need you to fuck me” she whines out laying on her side. He raises his hips up and slides his pants and boxers off, he turns on his side to face y/n. She brings her leg to rest on his hip. He takes his cock in his hands and fists himself, “Are you going to be my good girl, y/n?” he asks, staring into her eyes. 

“Yes Spence” she moans out. He brings the tip of his cock to her folds and lets a moan escape his lips, “You’re so wet already” he whispers, his eyes watching her face intently. 

He slides the tip of his cock to her entrance and slides in slowly, “God you’re so fucking tight” he whispers. Her face contorts with pleasure as he slides fully inside of her. “Spencer fuck me” she moans out. He thrusts his hips inside of her, grunting lowly, “Such a good girl, taking my cock like this.” he spits out. 

She lets out a moan and presses her lips to his. He continues thrusting inside of her, “Spence, you feel so good” she moans staring into his eyes. He brings his hand up to her hip and slides it under her shirt. He finds her breasts and gently massages them. He brings her nipple between his fingers and gently pinches. 

“I’m so close Spencer” she moans. “I know baby, I’m right there” he grunts out. He thrusts inside of her at a quicker pace hitting her g spot repeatedly. “Oh Spencer I’m cumming” she moans out her legs shaking. He helps her through her orgasm and chases his own, his hips thrust forward a few times before he stills inside of her, his cum filling her up. “God, y/n, that was amazing, you were amazing” he says catching his breath as he leans in and puts his hand on her cheek and pulls her in for a kiss. 

She kisses him back still trying to catch her breath, “Thank you for helping me Spence” she says smiling at him. He wraps his arms around her and holds her close, soon they both fall back into a deep sleep.

[justastargirlbabe]

Assurance | R. Cameron

insecure!reader x bf!rafe

Warnings: oral (fem.receiving), reader is insecure of her body, aftercare, i think thats it...

summary: You can always count on your boyfriend to show you how beautiful you are.

Friday night, you and rafe ALWAYS go out on friday night… but instead you're sitting on the floor doom scrolling. Your mind is racing seeing all these gorgeous girls online. Oh how you wanted to be those girls so bad.You've always hated your body, constantly getting those weird subtle comments on it from peers and family, and it didn’t get any better once you started dating rafe. You never missed any of the stares you get at the club pool, or the whispers from kook bitches, or surprised looks from adults when they find out about your relationship with rafe. Of Course you love Rafe with all of your heart but everything has just been getting too much and you hate your body more than ever. 

You've been rejecting invites from your friends, completely avoiding going out, and ignoring rafe. *19 unread notifications from: Rafey <3*, your phone read. Turning down the music you throw your phone on the floor,Bringing your knees up to your chest as you start whimpering, and then it all comes out and you're completely sobbing on the floor.

in the middle of your breakdown you miss the sound of your door opening and suddenly here Rafe yelling " Babe where are you?? why are you ignoring me, is everything okay”. he worryingly pushes the door open, you don't move. " baby what's going on, are you okay why are you crying, talk to me mamas” Rafe pleads to you worryingly. " Go away, don't look at me, please just leave I'm fine”  you say, wiping your tears, putting on a fake smile. Rafe pulls you into his arms despite your protests, “babe please just talk to me, whatever it is I'll make it better I promise let me help you” Finally you give in. “it's just- it's just why do you even love me when I look like this? all these other girls with their skinny bodies and Rich families and you want me?”  you say whilst sobbing, tears starting to cover his shirt . "Oh honey, you're beautiful and I don't care about money or these Other girls, I love you, only you, all right Mama”. he wipes off a few tears and kisses your burning cheeks you cling to him wrapping your arms and legs around his muscular body. he lifts you up and sits you on the bed kneeling in front of you. “Is this why you've been hiding from me all week? dodging my calls and texts because you don't think you're beautiful?” He questions, looking for an answer.You nod your head, “it's all just becoming too much for me, all the people at the club with their opinions and Nasty looks, I guess it just made me realize I'm not good enough for you” you say scared of Rafe’s response. “I'm sorry baby, if there's anyone specifically who's been upsetting you please let me know so I can deal with it. I always want you to be comfortable when you’re with me,ok?” You nod your head again too overwhelmed to respond. Rafe senses your tense body. "you know what baby, let me just show you how beautiful I think you are.”  Rafe smirks, your eyes go wide. He slowly lifts off your, his, oversized shirt. you're holding your breath as he kisses your stomach whispering.“ my girl is so beautiful”. Your bra goes next, and suddenly Rafe is sucking your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud. you push his face into you and throw your head back. “you like that don't you Mama, going to make you feel so good baby”. you moan in response. he kisses his way to the band of your pajama pants, he lifts your hips and pulls down the pants, your panties along with them. he looks up at your speechless face. “fuck honey, your soaking, is that all for me?” he patiently waits for your response. “Yes daddy, please I need you to touch” you blabber. “ ‘m need your special kisses so bad”. “don't worry your sexy little head mama, ima take good care of you bub”. He moves up and kisses you passionately on the lips, taking time to suck on your tongue, pulling away with a ‘pop’. He moves in between your legs and drags his finger through your folds. Muttering under his breath. He places a delicate kiss on your clit, and moves down to your dripping hole. He sticks his tongue in, swirling it around and licks a stripe up back to your clit sucking it into his mouth. making you yell out in pleasure. Hearing how much you're enjoying it, he sucks harder, bringing up two digits to finger your pussy. “Fuck daddy, i dont think i can take it much longer.” you plead. “Shh Mama you'll take what I give you, my gorgeous little slut”. His words make you clench around his fingers. “fuck you're so close. I can feel you squeezing honey”. He pumps his fingers at a tiring pace, only replacing them with his tongue and slapping your clit when he hears your screams.

He comes to hold you, trying to calm your restless body, as you come down from an overwhelming high. Once you’ve relaxed, you grab at his pants to return the favor, your mind still fuzzy. “Uh-uh sweet girl” he tuts, pushing your hand a way pulling you closer. “But”, you protest but you're silenced by his endearing voice. “no baby,let me take care of you ‘kay?”. You allow him to place you on the bed, your body craving his touch when he left to fetch a towel from the bathroom. “Spread your legs baby”. He says sweetly. gently wiping your sensitive pussy, covered in liquids, and gives one quick kiss to your clit, causing you to jolt. He takes his shirt off, knowing you'll need skin-to-skin contact, and lays your head on his chest. You lay there listening to him muttering sweet nothings and giving gentle kisses to your temple and neck. Finally feeling some sort of assurance that you were missing.   

I think this is kinda bad, because it is my first time writing...But please let me know if there's any ways i can improve, and feel free to send requests!!

[nickgurl4life]

ᢉ𐭩Shattered Chainsᢉ𐭩

Pairings: Ex Boyfriend! + Ex Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: abuse, child endangerment, manipulation (none of this is Chris), and other angst things, If I missed any let me know!

Summary: reader is in a toxic relationship and Chris is trying to save her and her baby.

w/c: 4,931

a/n: I thought of this idea, if you do NOT like reading about domestic violence or any type of threatening with women/children, do not read! If you read and end up being uncomfortable do not blame me! This is your warning.

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Chris stood in front of the familiar house, his heart pounding in his chest. He had played this moment over and over in his head, imagining how it might go. Would she smile when she saw him? Would they talk about the good times, maybe even laugh about how foolish they’d been to let each other go? After three years apart and a fresh breakup of his own, he couldn’t shake the idea that maybe, just maybe, they were meant to find their way back to each other. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell. The door swung open, but instead of her, a man stood in the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing a smug expression, the stranger looked Chris up and down like he was sizing him up. "Can I help you?" the man asked, his tone sharp. Chris cleared his throat. "Uh, hi. I’m Chris. I was hoping to see her—" he started, but the man cut him off. "Yeah, I know who you are," the man said, leaning against the doorframe. "She’s mentioned you." His tone made it clear that whatever she’d said wasn’t flattering. "What do you want?" Chris faltered, already regretting his decision to come. "I just... I wanted to talk to her. Is she home?" "She’s busy," the man said, crossing his arms. "Look, I get it. You’re the ex, right? Thought you’d swoop in here after three years and win her back or something? Hate to break it to you, man, but she’s moved on." He glanced back into the house and smirked. "We’ve got a good thing going here."

Just as Chris opened his mouth to respond, she appeared behind the man, holding a small baby in her arms. Her eyes widened when she saw Chris. "Chris?" she said, her voice soft with surprise. She shifted the baby in her arms, her expression unreadable. "Hey," Chris said, his voice cracking. "I... I didn’t know you had a baby." he man turned, glancing at her and the baby, then back at Chris with a mocking grin. "Yeah, this is Ellie. She’s ours." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "You’re a little late, buddy." "Adam," she said sharply, stepping away from him. She looked at Chris, her expression now tinged with guilt. "Can we talk? Just us?" Adam raised his hands in mock surrender. "Sure, go ahead. But don’t take too long. Some of us actually have responsibilities." He gave Chris one last condescending look before disappearing into the house. She sighed, stepping out onto the porch with Ellie still in her arms. "I’m sorry about that," she said quietly. "Adam... he can be protective." "Protective?" Chris echoed, his voice laced with bitterness. "He’s a jerk." She winced but didn’t argue. "Chris, why are you here?" Chris looked at her, his chest tightening. "I don’t know," he admitted. "I guess... I thought maybe there was still something between us. After my breakup, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us." His voice broke, and he ran a hand through his hair. "But I see now that you’ve got a life—a family."

Her eyes softened, but she shook her head. "Chris, what we had was real, and I’ll always care about you. But things are different now. I’m with Adam, and Ellie... she’s my whole world." She looked down at the baby, her expression tender. Chris swallowed hard, nodding even though his heart was breaking. "I just... I needed to see for myself. To know for sure." She reached out, touching his arm gently. "I hope you find someone who makes you happy, Chris. You deserve that." Before he could respond, the door opened, and Adam leaned out, his smirk firmly back in place. "Everything good out here?" he asked, his tone dripping with false concern. Chris forced a tight smile, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Yeah. Everything’s fine." He turned to her one last time, his voice soft. "Take care of yourself." As he walked away, Adam’s smug laughter echoed behind him, but Chris didn’t look back. He knew he couldn’t change the past, and now, it was clear there was no going back. Two weeks later, Chris found himself driving past her house again, unable to resist the pull that had taken hold of him since that fateful day. He told himself he was being stupid, that he should leave well enough alone, but the sight of the driveway—empty of Adam’s car—ignited a reckless kind of hope. Maybe they could talk without Adam looming over them, making everything tense. Maybe he could finally say what he hadn’t had the courage to before.

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Two weeks later, Chris found himself driving past her house again, unable to resist the pull that had taken hold of him since that fateful day. He told himself he was being stupid, that he should leave well enough alone, but the sight of the driveway—empty of Adam’s car—ignited a reckless kind of hope. Maybe they could talk without Adam looming over them, making everything tense. Maybe he could finally say what he hadn’t had the courage to before. He parked a block away, his palms slick with nervous sweat as he approached the front door. The memory of Adam’s smug smirk and sharp words haunted him, but this time, it didn’t matter. He rang the bell, and when she answered, the baby perched on her hip, she looked surprised but not angry. “Chris,” she said, her tone cautious. “What are you doing here?” “I saw Adam wasn’t home,” he said quickly, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I swear, I’m not here to cause trouble. I just… I wanted to talk. Please.” She hesitated, glancing down at Ellie, who cooed softly, then back at him. “Alright. Just for a few minutes.” She stepped aside, letting him in, and they sat in the living room, the baby in her lap. Chris couldn’t help but smile at the way Ellie’s tiny hands reached for her mother’s face, the love between them so evident it almost hurt to see. “I wanted to apologize,” Chris began, his voice low. “For showing up out of nowhere last time. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I didn’t mean to make things awkward for you.” She softened slightly, giving him a small nod. “I appreciate that. It was… unexpected, but I understand.

Breakups mess with your head.” Chris swallowed hard, his hands gripping his knees. “I just can’t stop thinking about you. About what we had. I know it’s been years, and I know things are different now, but I can’t shake the feeling that I messed up the best thing I ever had.” She looked down at Ellie, her expression conflicted. “Chris… I won’t lie and say I don’t think about us sometimes. You were important to me. But my life now… it’s complicated. Adam—” Before she could finish, the front door swung open with a loud bang, and Adam’s voice boomed through the house. “I’m home!” Chris froze as Adam appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw him. “What the hell is this?” Adam snapped, his face darkening. “It’s not what you think,” she said quickly, standing and bouncing Ellie on her hip in an effort to diffuse the tension. “Chris just came to talk. That’s all.” “To talk?” Adam spat, glaring at Chris. “You don’t belong here. I told you to stay away.” “Adam, stop,” she said firmly, her tone sharp enough to make him hesitate. “I let him in. He’s not causing any trouble.” Adam’s jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “This guy thinks he can just waltz in here and play the hero? What, you think you’re gonna swoop in and take her away from me? From us?” Chris stood, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. “That’s not what this is about,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in his chest.

“I just needed to say my piece. I’m not trying to ruin anything.” "Yeah, well, you being here is enough to ruin things,” Adam snapped. “You don’t get to come in here and act like you still have a claim on her. She’s with me now. We’re a family.” “Adam, that’s enough!” she shouted, her voice trembling but firm. Ellie began to cry, the tension in the room too much for the baby. She turned her back on both of them, trying to soothe her daughter. “This isn’t about you or him. It’s about what’s best for me and Ellie. And right now, what I need is for both of you to stop acting like children.” Adam’s face softened slightly at her words, though his glare at Chris remained. Chris took a step back, his heart heavy but his mind clear. “She’s right,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry.” Without another word, he turned and walked out the door, the sound of Ellie’s cries echoing in his ears. This time, he knew it was really over. No matter how much he wished things could be different, her life was no longer his to be part of.

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The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the baby monitor on the kitchen counter. Ellie had finally fallen asleep after the tension-filled evening, her tiny breaths audible through the monitor. She leaned against the sink, her hands gripping the edge tightly as she tried to calm the storm brewing inside her. Adam stood across the room, pacing, his footsteps heavy against the floor. His jaw was tight, and his eyes burned with barely contained anger. “I can’t believe you let him in here,” Adam finally snapped, his voice low but cutting. “What were you thinking? After everything I’ve done for you—for us—you let him walk back into your life like it’s nothing?” She turned to face him, her own patience wearing thin. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Adam. He showed up, and I didn’t want to make a scene. He just wanted to talk, and I thought it would be better to let him say whatever he needed to say so he’d leave for good.” Adam scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “So what, you’re just inviting your exes over now? Letting them sit in my house, around my family? What’s next, you’re going to let him hold Ellie?” “Stop it!” she hissed, her voice sharp but quiet to avoid waking Ellie. “This isn’t about you or Chris. It’s about me trying to handle something from my past so it doesn’t keep coming back. He’s gone now, Adam. You don’t need to keep blowing this out of proportion.”

“Blowing it out of proportion?” he repeated, his voice rising despite her warning. “How do you think this looks? He’s still in love with you—it’s obvious! And you just let him walk in here like nothing’s changed. Do you even respect me? Us?” Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she fought to keep her composure. “Don’t you dare question my respect for you, Adam. I’ve been nothing but honest and committed to you since the beginning. But that doesn’t mean I owe you control over how I handle my past. Chris is not a threat to us, and the fact that you’re turning this into something it isn’t says more about your insecurities than it does about me.” His face darkened at her words, but he didn’t respond immediately. The silence between them stretched, heavy and tense. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but still laced with bitterness. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not just mad because he showed up—I’m mad because you let him make me feel like I’m not enough. Like he still has a place in your life.” She shook her head, exhaustion settling over her. “He doesn’t have a place in my life, Adam. I told him that tonight. You’re the one I chose. You’re the one I’m building a life with. But if you keep letting your jealousy and pride get in the way, you’re going to ruin this yourself.” Adam stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable.

Then, without another word, he turned and stormed off toward the bedroom, leaving her standing alone in the kitchen. The baby monitor hummed softly, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. It wasn’t Chris who was threatening her future—it was Adam. And as she stood there in the quiet of the night, she couldn’t help but wonder how much more of this she could take.

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A week later, she sat on the edge of the bed, the baby monitor humming beside her. Ellie was asleep, and the house was quiet, but her mind was anything but. For days, Adam had been acting colder, more controlling, monitoring her every move. She felt trapped, suffocated by his paranoia and manipulations. She needed help, someone to remind her of the person she used to be before all of this. Against her better judgment, she dialed Chris’s number, her hands trembling as she held the phone to her ear. “Hello?” Chris’s voice came through the line, warm but cautious. “Is everything okay?” She let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “Chris, I—I don’t know what to do. Things with Adam… they’re worse than ever. I think—” “What the hell are you doing?” Adam’s voice boomed from the doorway, making her jump. Before she could react, he stormed over and snatched the phone from her hand, glaring at the screen before pressing it to his ear.

“Listen here, you piece of crap,” Adam growled, his voice venomous. “Stay out of my family’s life. You’ve got no business talking to her, and if I ever catch you calling her again, I’ll make sure you regret it.” "Put her back on the phone, Adam,” Chris demanded, his tone steady but firm. “I’m not going to let you treat her like this.” Adam laughed bitterly, pacing the room with the phone in his grip. “You’re not going to let me? Last I checked, I’m the one here, not you. She doesn’t need your help. She doesn’t need you. Stay out of it before you make things worse for her.” She stood frozen, her heart pounding as she watched the scene unfold, tears welling in her eyes. Adam ended the call abruptly, throwing the phone onto the bed before turning to her, his face twisted with fury. “You think running to him is going to fix anything? You think he’s going to save you?” She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. The room felt smaller now, the walls closing in as Adam loomed over her. She knew she couldn’t stay silent much longer—something had to change before it was too late.

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Chris hadn’t been able to get her call out of his mind. Her voice had been shaky, scared—nothing like the woman he’d known years ago. Something was wrong, and no matter what Adam had threatened, he couldn’t ignore it. He drove to the house late that evening, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, determination coursing through him. The driveway was empty, and the lights inside were dim, but he didn’t let that deter him. When he reached the door and knocked, there was no response. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to leave, but a gut feeling told him not to. The thought of her and the baby in danger gnawed at him. He tested the doorknob, and to his surprise, it turned. Quietly, he let himself in, his footsteps cautious as he moved toward the muffled voices coming from the living room. As he got closer, the voices became clearer—her voice, trembling and pleading, and Adam’s, sharp and venomous. Chris froze when he stepped into the doorway and saw the scene before him. Adam was standing over her, holding Ellie in one arm while his free hand was raised, hovering over her as though he were about to strike. “You’re so ungrateful!” Adam barked, his face twisted with rage. “I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you repay me? Sneaking around and calling him?”

She cowered slightly, her hands raised in a futile attempt to protect herself. “Adam, please,” she said, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean—just calm down. You’re scaring Ellie.” Chris couldn’t stay silent any longer. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, stepping into the room. Adam spun around, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the sight of Chris. “What are you doing in my house?” he growled, clutching Ellie tighter. The baby whimpered, sensing the tension, and Adam barely seemed to notice. “I came to check on her,” Chris said, his voice steady despite the anger bubbling beneath the surface. “And it looks like I got here just in time. Put the baby down, Adam. Now.” Adam smirked, shifting Ellie slightly in his arms. “Oh, you think you’re going to play the hero? Walk in here and save her? You’ve got no idea what you’re messing with.” Chris took a step closer, his eyes locked on Adam. “I said put her down. You’re scaring her, and you’re scaring her mother. This ends now.”

Adam’s smirk faltered, his grip on Ellie tightening for a moment before he finally relented, setting the baby down in her playpen with a roughness that made Chris’s stomach turn. As soon as Ellie was safe, Chris stepped between Adam and her, positioning himself as a barrier. “She’s done with this,” Chris said firmly, his voice low but filled with conviction. “You don’t get to treat her like this. You don’t get to threaten her and the baby.” Adam glared at him, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t get to decide what happens in my house,” he spat. “She’s mine. Not yours. She doesn’t need you.” “She’s not yours,” Chris shot back, his voice rising. “She’s her own person, and she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this. You can’t keep her trapped here.” He turned to her, his expression softening. “You don’t have to stay, you know. You and Ellie can come with me. You don’t have to do this alone.” Tears filled her eyes as she looked at Chris, her body trembling. For the first time in weeks, she felt a flicker of hope—an escape from the nightmare she’d been living. But before she could respond, Adam lunged forward, shoving Chris hard.

“Get out of my house!” Adam roared. “You don’t belong here!” Chris steadied himself, standing his ground. “I’m not leaving without her,” he said firmly. “You’ve lost the right to call this your family.” Adam looked like he was ready to explode, but the sound of Ellie crying from the playpen cut through the tension. The baby’s wails filled the room, and for a moment, no one moved. Then she stepped forward, her voice trembling but strong. “I’m going with Chris,” she said, her eyes locked on Adam. “And if you try to stop me, I’ll call the police.” Adam’s face twisted in fury, but he didn’t say a word. Chris placed a protective hand on her back, guiding her toward Ellie. Chris gently picked up Ellie from the playpen, her cries beginning to subside as he held her close. His touch was calm and steady, his voice a soft murmur of reassurance as he cradled her. “It’s okay, little one. You’re safe now.” He turned to her, nodding toward the door. “Let’s get her to the car.” She followed him, her legs shaky but determined. As they neared the door, Adam’s voice cut through the tense silence. “You think this is over?” he spat, his tone dripping with venom. “You think you can just leave and everything will be fine? You’re making the biggest mistake of your life.”

She stopped in the doorway, turning to face him, her body trembling but her resolve firm. “No, Adam. The biggest mistake of my life was staying with you as long as I did,” she said, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. “I’m done. You don’t get to control me, manipulate me, or scare me anymore. It’s over.” Adam’s face twisted with rage, but she held her ground, her voice unwavering. “You can say whatever you want, but I’m leaving with my daughter, and I’m not coming back. You don’t love me, Adam. You just love having power over me, and I’m done giving you that.” Chris, who had stepped outside with Ellie, reappeared in the doorway, his presence a silent reassurance. “She said it’s over, Adam,” he said firmly. “You need to accept that and let her go.” Adam glared at him, but there was something different in his eyes now—frustration, defeat, maybe even fear. For the first time, it seemed like he realized he wasn’t in control anymore. She didn’t wait for him to respond. Without another word, she turned and walked out the door, her steps growing stronger with each one. When she reached the car, Chris was already securing Ellie into the car seat, his movements careful and practiced. He looked up as she approached, his expression soft but filled with determination.

“You’re doing the right thing,” he said gently. “You’re stronger than you think.” She nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “I just want to keep her safe. I want her to have the life she deserves.” Chris placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “You’re giving her that now. And you’re not alone in this anymore.” She looked back at the house one last time, then climbed into the car, leaving Adam—and the life she thought she had to endure—behind. For the first time in years, she felt the promise of a new beginning.

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Authors Note: here's something that's not super angsty but it's sad, writing about abuse/domestic violence is a bit out of comfort but I had an anon ask for it (I think I accidentally deleted their ask whoops) but ENJOY BABES~

who wants a part two!?

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[gingerteafairy]

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 (𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Nobody makes up like Ben does.

tags n warnings: est. relationship, jealousy, mentions of family issues, arguing, insecurity, self image problems, language, dry humping, kissing, pet names, horny ben. word count: 804

“Why the hell you actin’ like this?” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you fucking ask that sweetheart you were chatting with earlier?” you shot back, not even glancing his way.

He sighs, his jaw clenching hard. “I already told you, she’s my sister. Damnit. Why you throwin’ this in my face like it’s my fault?”

You let out a bitter laugh, your chest burning with anger. “Then why didn’t you say that earlier, huh? She walked right up to me, told me I wasn’t all that your family made me out to be, and then hugged you like you were somethin’ special.”

“She’s a fucking idiot. Always has been. Needs validation from everyone ‘cause bitch’s got self-image issues,” he snapped, his voice tight with frustration.

“And I’m just the perfect target for that, ain’t I, Ben?” you hissed, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

“You threw wine in her face!” he barked, his voice rising.

“And you didn’t do a damn thing!” you fired back, your voice shaking.

“You ruined dinner!”

“You didn’t defend me!”

Ben shut the car off with a sharp exhale, watching as you threw the door open and slammed it shut behind you. He followed, his shoulders stiff, every movement rigid. You didn’t fight often, and even when you did, it was never like this. What started as a little disagreement at the restaurant had blown up into a full-on fight.

You unlocked the door to the house, stepping inside without looking back. Ben trailed behind, both of you wrapped in a suffocating silence, like neither of you could find the words to break the tension, yet both too stubborn to apologize.

He went straight to the bedroom, kicking off his boots and flopping down on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he ignored the sound of you coming in and lying down with your back to him. What you didn’t see was the deep sadness in his eyes, the regret tugging at his face. He hated not holding you, hated the anger that had laced his words. He loved you more than anything—no one else even came close.

But you couldn’t help yourself either. You loved him too much to stay mad. You turned over, reaching out to poke his arm with your finger. His body shifted, and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I feel like shit,” you admitted, swallowing hard, tears threatening to spill. “I got jealous, and I wasn’t thinkin’ straight.”

“Hey, hey…” he called softly, his tone shifting as he caught the emotion in your voice. “I should be the one apologizin’ to my pookie.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’m just a stupid, jealous mess,” you cried out, shaking your head.

“Hey, don’t talk about my pookie like that,” he said, frowning as he reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… sometimes I got my own self-image crap going on, and seeing you not do anything… it just made me mad,” you explained, your voice cracking a little. You looked up at him, your eyes glistening. “I don’t know. I just wanted you to treat me like… her.”

“She’s nothin’ to me. Never was,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes in disgust. He looked at you for a moment before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “But my pookie? My pookie gets goodnight kisses n’ smacks in the ass.”

You let out a soft laugh, biting your lip as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll take it. Treat me like this when I’m jealous.”

“Deal,” he whispered, leaning to kiss you.

A heated, fervent kiss which you responded to, grinding your hips on his covered cock, feeling your own heat up with the movement and your core getting moist for him when he smacked your ass as he promised.

“Let's just bury the hatchet in a non figure way, darlin’. You know what i mean.”he muttered, biting your bottom lip and back to kiss you slowly, massaging your tongue with his.

“Uhmmm…i think i do…” you mumble aroused, pulling back slightly, cradling his flushed face in your hands. “You know I can’t sleep mad at you, right?”

His lips curved into a small smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Even when I’m mad, you’re still mine. You’re all I got, and I just wanna see you happy.”

“Just hearing you say I’m yours makes me feel better, because i imagine your hands on my neck,” you murmured, your voice soft as you batted your eyelashes playfully. “Sorry for being like this.”

“It’s all part of the package,” he replied with a grin, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your waist. “Night, sugarplum.”

“Good night, Ben.”

[femlesbianbarbie]

Pairing: Cowboy!Abby Anderson X Femme Reader

Summary: This follows the plot of their wayward bride by Vanessa Vale. Basically, you run away from an arranged marriage. in the process of running away, you get lost in a blizzard and Abby saves you. Now you are trying to get to know each other and figure out how to move forward.

Chapter 2

Waking feels like a chore you almost don’t want to. You are cuddled into a bed with someone at your back, their hot breath on the back of your neck. Wait, who are you in bed with? You sit up and turn to see a woman lying beside you

. It all comes rushing back to your father and that man, running away, and the person who you know realizes it is a woman cuddled beside you. She's the one who pulled you from the snow and kept you warm. You’ve never heard of a woman working on a ranch before. 

“Are you done staring?” She asks, her eyes still closed, startling you slightly. “Oh yes, I’m sorry” you press a hand to your chest only to be met with bare skin. “ Where are my clothes?” You ask, pulling the blanket up to cover yourself. “They were frozen. You can borrow some on mine,” she explains sitting up in the process and exposing her breasts. They are small but very cute. Why are you thinking like this? You barely know this woman. “Is your head feeling alright you took quite the tumble last night?” she asks, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “I feel fine, a little sore but alright.” 

“How about some breakfast if you feel up to it of course.”She offers to step from the bed, leaving you to stare at her exposed skin. “Umh sure” You blink a couple of times with a blush coating your face. You can wear this for now. I'll find you something better later. I'm sure Dina will have something that will fit you.” She explains handing over a simple white slip. “These are hardly clothes.” the headmistress at your school wouldn’t even let you wear just a slip in the comfort of your room. “It will be enough that you aren't going to be able to leave here anytime soon.”

“What do you mean?” You ask slightly frightened she may try to keep you here against your will. Had you really traded one cage for another? “The snow hasn’t stopped, it will take weeks to clear enough from you to get off our land let alone get you back where you came from.”She explains. “ Now how about that breakfast.” she looks at you sitting on the bed slip still in hand. “Would you mind waiting outside the door while I put this on?” You try to regain at least some of your modesty. “Of course” She smiles and the sight is breathtaking.

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“Who is Dina,” You ask, slowly eating your oatmeal trying to savor it as much as you can. “She's my friend, her wife Ellie works the ranch with me. They have a little boy named Jj” Abby whose name you've just learned says before taking a large bite of oatmeal. Her bowl is twice the size of yours. When prompted she only stated that she was a big girl and she needed to fuel her muscles. “How many others work the Ranch with you” “There is Ellie, Vi she's got a wife Caitlyn she's a really good hunter, then Sevika she has Mel but they've got their eyes set on this girl in the next town over,” she explains before scooping the last bite of Oatmeal into her mouth.

“How did you come to be here? Ranching I mean” you smooth a hand over your slip nervously. “ I was in the army with Ellie when we were discharged. We wandered for a bit before she met Dina. This was Dina’s family's ranch but they passed away and now we take care of it.” “And how did the others get to be here?” You feel nosy but you're so curious. You can’t even read about anything this interesting, “ Vi and Ellie were friends before the war and after they found each other again Vi brought Caitlyn then Caitlyn invited Mel and Mel brought Sevika.”

“So do I get to ask my questions now” Abby asks, grabbing your empty bowl and moving to clean it out. “ Yes, but I have the ability to decline”. “I wouldn't expect anything less. Why are you out there in a blizzard? " She dried the bowl before setting it in the cabinet. “I was running away.” You follow her as she heads into the den the fire from last night dying out. “Who were you running from?” She asks adding a couple of logs and stoking it slightly. “My father wanted me to marry and wouldn’t let me refuse.” you sit on the couch crossing your legs carefully. “ And you don’t want to marry.” She asks, turning to face you. “It's not that I don’t want to but he had to pick this man. He is so old. His kids are probably the same age as me and he looks like he killed his last wife.” You explain an annoyed tone taking over. “So it was the suitor that was the problem”.

“Yes. Why are you so interested in my suitors.” You ask as she sits next to you. “Well I was hoping to court you.” your head whips over so fast a crack reverberates through your body. 

“Really.”

“Yes. Is it that nerve-racking.” 

“It's just that… You're so beautiful surely you have someone”

“Why would I lie in bed with you if I had someone”

“I don’t know”

“I'm not asking anything of you other than to stay a couple of days and see if you like it here. If you like me.”She had the last part so quietly you could barely catch it.

“I’ll stay, it's not like there is another option right now.” 

“If you still want to leave when the weather clears I will take you to the next town or back to your father’s home if you prefer.” Abby offers still staring at you, her freckled cheeks flushed a soft red. “I appreciate that” You don’t know what compels you to take her hand but as soon as you do her eyes light up as she smiles. “ so what do you have to do around here”

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You and Abby spend the day reading and exchanging stories of your childhood. You had learned her father was a doctor and he too had sent her to a boarding school in hopes she would want to become a doctor as well. Only Abby had been kicked out after starting a fight with her childhood best friend Nora. They hadn’t seen each other since that day after finishing Abby headed upstairs to get ready for bed trailing behind her. “Did she ever apologize for getting you kicked out’? “No, She hasn’t sent me so much as a letter since that day. I tried to reach out when her mother died but she wanted nothing to do with me.” She explains sliding into bed. “But you were best friends, how could you go from that to never speaking again?” Abby just shrugs as you round the bed to sit next to her. “It happens more often than you would think.” you cuddle into her side to leech some of her warmth. “I had a best friend when I was in school.” 

“What happened?” Abby asks, her hand petting over your hair. “Her father sent for her. I guess she is married now, maybe she even has a kid.”. “We could try to find her so you could exchange letters.” Abby offers. She is so kind there is no doubt in your mind that the man your father arranged for you to marry would not have ever been this kind to you. “I doubt her husband would let her talk to me anyway. Maybe I could meet Dina soon, we could be friends”. “Im sure she would like that”

@willowwwwwwwwwww

[localguy2]

I hate that this is genuinely something I'm writing rn, but nothing has more RATTLED my faith in the writing team's ability to write a Zane story then him calliNG ARIN CRINGE-

[miiiwu]

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[picture-me-in-the-trees]

“she’s the reason i work so hard. just wanted to make her proud. she doesn’t even care if im any good. just wants me to be happy. be a good lad. once i got good though, my old man started showing up, didn’t he? you know, bragging to all his mates every time i scored a goal. calling me soft if i didn’t dominate, you know and i hated that. i actually fucking hated that. so i made a vow to be so tough that he could never call me soft again. i wonder if sometimes i forget about making her proud. i dont think that she would be lately.”

jamie’s motivation comes from his mom. she’s the reason he got into football, the reason he wanted to play, the very reason he tried so hard in the first place. his dad didn’t decide to come back into his life until after he started getting good so he could profit off of jamie’s success. and even though he came in and twisted jamie’s goals to meet his own, that doesn’t change jamie’s core motivation as a player and as a person. everything he did was for his mom and i think ted lasso, a show about unconditional love and support and how that literally shapes people should have focused more on how unconditional love and support motivates people even when they stray from that instead of saying that everything jamie did was “because fuck him” yk? idk im just rambling here i just think its so crucial to jamie’s character to remember that he is so successful and dedicated to the sport in the first place because of his mom. yes, some part of him may be fueled by spite and yes, he could just be super overwhelmed with having to face his dad again in a higher stakes match without having talked to him since their last match against manchester city but idk it feels like there was definitely a better way to incorporate these issues into jamie’s character and the little arc they had for this episode that doesn’t throw off what they initially set up than how they did it in the show.

[theywontletmebeprincipal]

hey i’m proud of you for being open about your desires, sadomasochism is healthy and when done safely it is fun and hot and a great way to do fetish stuff! i hope you find someone safe to explore that stuff with <3 !

thank you anon I love you anon. really I think a lot of My Issues with navigating sadomasochism aren’t about the kink itself or even that it’s a kink that I have, they’re more with the fact that my being into it feels like a bit of a betrayal, yeah? like I’ve loved scary shit my whole entire life, I’ve made some of my best friends in the world bonding over scary shit. n naturally that comes with people harassing you n your friends, often when you’re too young to even know what they’re talking about, because the way you dress or the music you listen to or the movies you like are all somehow an indicator that you’re some sort of Sex Murderer being barely restrained by the bounds of polite society. I’ve had friends bullied off the internet very very early in our teenage years for allegedly being into kinks they’d never even heard of. so of course when I get older n I start discovering this part of myself it’s really alarming — not because I believe all the crazy shit that’s being said about hardcore kinksters, but because I can no longer say “hey, it’s ok, none of us are sex freaks here.” because now it feels a bit like I’m selling my friends n really my scene as a whole out by being the Fucked Up One even though I Know that’s total bullshit, n I know there’s plenty of us, n that there’s nothing even inherently wrong with being a sex freak in the first place. but even with those complicated feelings I’ve realized like, I can’t talk a big game about being pro kink unless I stop being a little loser baby about my own kinks yknow. I can’t keep being so accepting towards others while simultaneously being so hard on myself. the only way out for me is to unlearn all that, n that starts with oversharing in my tumblr dot com tags I guess _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

[quietlyblooms]

we’ll see how the rest of the day plays out, but it’s honestly just not a great mental day for me. the family excursion was fine — nothing went wrong. i just feel very overwhelmed and sensitive, and there’s not been a moment where it’s just quiet. writing might be how i recharge once i’m home, but we’ll just see. i might just lurk and take it easy uvu

[sergeantjessi]

dealing with death/dying is a really strange & fucked up thing huh

:)

[terpia]

Apologies for the bummer, too personal post, but just because I need to vent (if that's even the right word here) -

What is it about the death of immediate family members that feels so unreal? My stepfather died unexpectedly this weekend, and even though I have fully internalised that on an intellectual level, on an emotional level it hasn't hit me at all yet. Same happened when my grandma died, it felt like it took my heart months to actually catch up to what happened.

[teethgnashing]

i need to stop talking abt body image issues with people who don’t have a double chin

[little-red-fool]

Anybody else have a recurring dream of Hell but it’s just lots of stairs leading down.

(long description of these dreams under the cut because I know not everyone would want to read it but I need to talk about them because they keep playing on my mind)

I’ve been getting this for a few years and it’s really bugging me, the stairway is almost always different, sometimes it’s just one large square room leading so far down that you can’t see the bottom, sometimes it has many many floors with lots of winding stairs but the further you go down the darker it gets and the harder it is to find your way back up again. The one thing they all have in common is that you can never see outside, you can never see the bottom, and it always gets darker the further down you go. The one I get most often is the inside of a building that has 46 floors, the top floors have square windows where light comes in but you can’t see outside at all, it’s completely white, and there are lots of winding staircases and corridors but they always lead down to the floor below, the shape of the main room is a really large circle but no matter how far you lean over the railing you can never look straight down, your eyes are always directed to at most three floors below you, you can never see the bottom, and it just gets darker the further down you go, the windows slowly dwindle into electric sconces and those slowly disappear entirely until you’re almost completely in darkness near the bottom. The furthest I got was one floor above the bottom, and here I could finally look down. Unlike the other floors this one had no stairs down so if I wanted to get to the bottom I would have to jump over the railing and it was at least 10 feet, and I knew if I got down that was it, I couldn’t go back the way I came. Also unlike the other floors this one was covered in large cold white tiles and looked more like a dark airport, whereas the other floors had cream walls, low ceilings, wooden floors and had red rugs down every corridor and staircase. The bottom floor’s only source of light was an escalator with light at the top, however there was an overhang in the ceiling so you couldn’t see what was at the end. In the middle there was a square desk with a blonde woman with her hair in a ponytail, seeming to be between the ages of 20 and 50, standing in the middle handing different coloured hexagonal tokens out over the counter to strangers in a line who I couldn’t see the faces of, but after they were handed a token they went straight towards the escalator and past the overhang. The woman looked at me and she had blue eyes and smiled but it felt like the kind of smile that has no warmth or sincerity behind it, it felt like an anglerfish trying to lure me in. I don’t know how but I immediately knew this woman was the devil and I got scared and tried to find my way back to the floor above and then I woke up but I absolutely fucking hate these dreams because they scare the shit out of me, I’m not even religious nor do I believe in any sort of afterlife but I always get the feeling that if I reach the bottom I won’t wake up.

[rebelcliche]

another ooc post (are we surprised at this point?) just to say for everyone to remember that sometimes people need to take a step back from things and there's nothing wrong with that. if you can't handle someone having to look out for their mental health and can't respect that they're doing what they need to do to look out for themself, you make yourself look like an ass.

[lightthepathwithalantern]

...

[ok, I know this isn't anything related to tadc tumblr rn, but i just have to get this off my chest.]

[Parents &#%$ing suck. Especially if you know one's been cheating on the other for a while and told to keep it a secret and only you know, if they've hated each other for most of your life, if one tell you to stay away from the other, if one moved out for a bit but is now back in the house due to money issues, have threaten to divorce each other about 3 times and is most likely gonna do it by the end of the year, and you have to listen to them argue all the time while you have to take care of your younger sibling who's only in young elementary while you yourself is still barely a teenager.]

[$#&% parents.]