#stretch and pooh

[hasaniwalker]

[scarecrow-and-huntsman]

Yes, I start to understand why people would ship Pooh and Stretch.

He is only one of three people Pooh mentions in his farewell letter.

[klina12]

The older I get, the more I relate to Rabbit 🐰🙂. I also like to be warm and cozy inside with a nice cup of tea 🍵 or hot chocolate ☕and a good book 📖 by the fireplace (or space heater, lol) while it's cold ❄️🌨️ and windy 🌬️ outside.

The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988 - 1992) dir. Carole Beers and Karl Geurs

[youaremysunshine-court]

stretch and pooh bear's enemies to lovers slowburn is going so well

[hazbinwhoree]

ADAM WITH A HEAVY BREEDING KINK WHEN???

Come Inside

Part 1/2 Part 2

A/N: This shit is absolutely sinful.

Adam’s breeding kink, much like his virginity kink, was rooted in his abandonment issues.

Normally, (Name) would feel a need to address that (therapy friend), but she couldn’t really care when he was inside of her, fucking her like he hated her.

Adam’s sex drive never failed to impress her. They’d already had sex that morning, and they were just watching a movie when suddenly he was on her again.

“Adam,” she giggled as he sucked on her neck. “We literally had sex two hours ago.”

“Not my fault you’re so fuckin’ sexy, babe,” Adam said against her neck. He continued marking her, one hand slipping under her shirt and fondling her breast, and one hand travelling down to rub between her legs over her sweatpants.

(Name) moaned. Adam removed his face from her neck and connected their lips in a passionate kiss. (Name) slipped her fingers under the base of Adam’s mask and pulled back. She looked at him, the question in her eyes. Can I? Adam nodded after a moment.

(Name) pulled his mask up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. (Name) smiled, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head forward to kiss him again. Adam kissed back with vigor, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The hand fondling her breast pinched her nipple, and the hand that was rubbing between her legs suddenly slipped under her sweatpants and panties.

(Name) gasped, throwing her head back. Adam licked down the column of her neck. He slid two slender fingers into her, and (Name)’s breathing became heavier. He scissored his fingers experimentally before adding a third.

(Name) sighed, her head falling forward and resting her forehead against Adam’s.

Adam didn’t spend long loosening her up before shedding his own pants and boxers. (Name) began to tug her sweatpants down until Adam got impatient and yanked both her sweatpants and panties down to her ankles. (Name) kicked them off.

Adam sat down on the couch, manspreading and showing off his dick. “Come here, baby,” he patted his lap. (Name) crawled over and into his lap, his erection pressing against her pussy. She briefly realized they both still had their shirts on.

Adam seemed to realize it too. “We’re fucking like Winnie the Pooh.”

(Name) giggled, but it quickly became a quiet moan when Adam squeezed her tits, swiping his thumbs over her nipples. She ground down against his dick and they both moaned. She raised herself on her knees to allow Adam to line himself up with her opening.

Once he did, she sank down, letting out a gasp as he stretched her once again. “Ride it,” Adam demands, grabbing her ass. (Name) did, for about a minute, before her pace slowed down as her legs got tired. Adam got impatient, squeezing her ass and thrusting up into her, fast and hard.

It caught (Name) off guard, who cried out. She held onto his shoulders like her life depended on it, as Adam fucked her like he was mad at her.

So was his pace usually.

Tears brimmed at the corners of (Name)’s eyes. “Fuck,” she hissed. Adam stared at her intently. “Yeah? Does this feel good, babygirl?” (Name) whined. She loved when Adam talked during sex, he was always so dirty.

“Is my cock filling your pussy just right? God you’re so hot, you make me want to put a baby in you.” (Name) gasped, nearly reaching her peak. “Gonna cum so deep inside you.”

(Name) came, clenching around Adam’s dick. His thrusts slowed as she squeezed him, the tightness pushing him over the edge. He snapped his hips upwards, burying himself to the hilt, and came inside of her.

(Name)’s stomach grew warm. She panted, moving to get off of Adam, but he grabbed her hips and pushed her back down on his dick. (Name) let out a strangled moan, overstimulated. Adam held her in his lap, keeping her plugged with his cock.

“Can’t waste any of my cum,” he told her, smirking. “I was serious. I’m gonna put a fucking baby in you.”

[swanimagines]

Teen Wolf: Imagine being Derek’s sister and him finding out that you’re secretly dating Stiles.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

Note 2: A reminder again that in all my newer fics where reader is someone's sibling/child or some other relative, they're always adopted, not related by blood!

When you first met Scott and Stiles, you wouldn’t have believed that one day, you’d end up falling in love with the latter. Your first meeting hadn’t been… good, if you were honest. You saw them as a threat, as did your brother, so your first words to Stiles had been “stay out of this, human”.

Seeing where that meeting brought you now had been completely unexpected. Stiles had somehow gotten enchanted by you, and you soon realised he had a crush on you — despite you having been so harsh at him when he had tried to defend Scott.

And more surprises were coming. Him fumbling and being awkward, at the loss of words before you, you found it cute. Cute. A human, you found a human cute.

You tried to hide it, how you were warming up for him. How he got you to smile, how you started to enjoy his company. It wasn’t logical, it was foolish. And especially when Derek hated Stiles, you having feelings for the boy just didn’t fit the picture.

But, your feelings just wouldn’t go away, no matter how much you tried to suppress them, and eventually you just had to blurt them out to him. He just stood there stunned, looking at you for a moment before he started grinning like he had just won in a lottery. And you knew that he kind of had, he had had the biggest crush on you for a long time and now you told him you felt the same way.

But you still needed to keep it hidden from your brother, in fact Scott and the Sheriff were the only ones who knew. You snuck out almost every day after school to hang out with Stiles and there you were at a park, in the shadow of an old oak, heads pressed together and holding hands.

This was one of those days. You two were sitting in the park, beside a pond full of ducks. Stiles had brought a bag of seeds with him, and you fed the ducks together. You were quieter than usual, and Stiles nudged you.

“What are you thinking about?” he mumbled, handing you a few seeds.

“I think Derek is suspecting something,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder. “I can’t help but think that he’s been watching us, he acts so weird. I don’t know what he will do if he finds out about us.”

You threw the seeds to the ducks, making them swarm at your feet. Stiles sighed, looking up for a moment. You knew he wanted to mutter “creep” but you appreciated he didn’t. You took his hand. “I’m not leaving you, in case you’re afraid of that. Even if Derek will try to lock me up.”

Stiles nodded, squeezing your hand back. “I know.”

You sat there for a moment longer, until the seeds ran out and Stiles shook the bag towards the quacking ducks, before throwing it into the trashcan and leaving the park with you. You walked in silence for a moment, before Stiles turned to you. “Wanna come watch a movie? Your brother can’t follow us there, Dad has too many security cameras for that.”

You scoffed. “As if that’d keep him away. But you’re right about it being safer there. He might not want to come in and risk your dad seeing him threatening you.”

He took the jeep keys from his pocket and fumbled with them for a moment. “So… you’re coming?”

You nodded, taking his arm. “Yeah, I’d like to have a good laugh with a comedy before going home.”

—

As the credits rolled, you realised how late it had gotten. The clock had struck midnight a while ago, and you could almost picture Derek tapping his foot impatiently like the Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh. So you reluctantly retreated from Stiles’s warm embrace, stretching out before looking at him. “I should go.”

He sighed, absentmindedly running his thumb across your hand. “Yeah, you probably should.”

You stood up from the couch, swinging your bag over your shoulder, letting Stiles walk you to the door. Once you reached the porch, he leaned against the door frame and you looked at him, biting your lip. “Thanks for tonight,” you mumbled. “I had fun.”

Stiles nodded. “Me too.”

You thought for a moment, but then decided to take the leap — you stepped closer to him. “I think a proper good night wish could be better than just saying it.”

Stiles’s cheeks turned slightly red, and he stuttered slightly. “O-oh?”

“Yeah.”

And then, with one last breath, you gently grasped the collar of his hoodie and pressed your lips to his.

It wasn’t a deep, passionate kiss you see in movies, it was rather short, in between a peck and a proper kiss. But still, when you stepped back, Stiles grinned like he had won the lottery all over again, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Goodnight, Stiles.”

He blinked, straightening up. “Goodnight.”

Then you turned, walking into the night with the biggest grin on your face. The night was chilly, but you felt like your heart was jumping around so much that it almost overheated you. Not that you minded, you were happier than in a long time, and almost felt like skipping through the forest.

Crack.

You stopped dead in your tracks, looking around. “Derek?”

Sure enough, he stepped out from the darkness, and you froze. “I… I was just on my way home.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t lie. I saw what happened.”

You cocked your head, trying to act clueless. “Saw what happen?”

He raised his eyebrows. “The kiss. I saw you kissed him. Didn’t you just tell me there’s nothing going on with him?”

You tried to play stupid and test the waters, laughing. “Nice try. You haven’t been near me today, I haven’t smelled you.”

He shook his head, sighing. “Which is exactly why I’m concerned. You’re losing your focus. What if the Hunters will get you because you’re too busy staring at Stiles’s eyes?”

You kept walking, pushing past him. “You’re overreacting. It was just a kiss.”

He turned around, starting to walk with you. “Just a kiss, and numerous secret dates after school for weeks, or is it months now?”

You groaned, figuring it’s no use to keep pretending. “Alright! We have… something going on with him. But it’s still early, and I’m not abandoning the pack because of him if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“He can’t protect you. The Hunters will use him against you,” Derek said quietly. “You could die because of him.”

“His pack—”

He interrupted you, “He doesn’t have a pack, he’s not one of us. Even if he pretends to belong in Scott’s pack, he isn’t, and will never be, one of them.”

You sighed. You knew he was mostly right. Stiles, being a human, could easily be used against you. He hadn’t learned about everything yet, nor Scott had in that matter. You had tried to guide them, to help, but so far it was going slowly. And you knew that each day, the risks grew. You understood your brother, you had gone through the exact same feelings, wondering and pondering and pacing around your room, before finally concluding you weren’t able to keep it inside you. You had brought up all your worries to Stiles once you decided to tell him about your feelings, and he assured you that Scott would help if any problems came up. You still had doubts, but chose to push them aside for the sake of living. You had done what you could, telling him and Scott about the risks and Stiles still wanted to see what would become of you two.

You stopped, looking up for a moment. “I know it’s dangerous, Derek. But what do you expect me to do? Ignore my feelings, end my relationship? It wouldn’t be fair for me, even less for him. He signed up for this, because he wants to be with me.”

Derek stopped as well, stepping in front of you. He ran his hand through his hair. “I’m not asking you to ignore how you feel, but you need to be smart about this. Think about how many times we watched our friends get hurt because they got too close?”

“We’re not children, we can look after ourselves just fine,” you groaned.

He raised his eyebrows. “Can you? Because to me, it looks like one of you will be dead soon, and—.”

You shook your head, raising your hands up. “Stop.”

You stood there in silence for a long while, before Derek crossed his arms again. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

You huffed. “No. I can only promise to come to you for help if I need any.”

He thought for a moment, and pursed his lips. “Alright. But don’t expect me to like it, or him.”

You smiled a little. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Derek.”

He didn’t say anything, just turned, and you followed him home. Maybe things between Stiles and Derek would be alright in the end after all.

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[diejager]

4 when requests r open.. How wld u Feel abt a bear hybrid reader who’s slick is .. Honey ? 👁️

—🍯

Cw: weirdly sweet cum???, smut, oral sex, overstimulation, tell me if I missed any. Honey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours??

Perhaps you shouldn’t have eaten so much honey, the sweet goodness that you indulged in when it was given to you in abundance, a rare treat to normal bear but a common dish to you. You loved honey like Pooh liked it, always seen with a small jar and lips stained with the sweet treat, tasting as sweet as honey whenever they walked up to kiss you, pressing themselves so close to you and lips devouring any groan from you, tongue lathering your lip to taste the honey from it and steal a taste of you from your mouth.

Gaz and Soap had always liked the sugary taste of you, your honeyed lips, your honeyed tongue and honeyed mouth, every part of you was sweet, a sugary treat to men like them when you were a big and grizzled bear. A Kodiak bear with both size and strength, but a soft and tender heart, and even sweeter lips that Gaz loved kissing and biting whenever he crossed your path, pulling you by the collar and passionately kissing you. A gentle but powerful wave crashing against you for something as simple as a taste and affection, his hands wandering down and holding you against him by the waist. Soap was more eager than Gaz, rough and devouring with his kiss, chaining you to his body by the hips, hands teasingly grasping at your ass and grinding against you to instigate you, push you further into his arms.

Then you found yourself always so, so sensitive, your core spiking in a strong pulse, sharp and boiling. You blamed it on the Scot, who couldn’t hold his tongue after he ate you like a starved man, left to dry out and hunger without food or water, gorging himself on your now sugary slick, the old tangy and salty flavour turned soft and sweet as honey. He shared it with Ghost, who had manhandled you to his room, stripping you naked and spread over his cold sheets while his tongue laved across your slit, the tip teasing your clit with soft circles and dipped into your drooling cunt. He groaned and moaned at the taste of you, burying himself between your thighs, nose bumping your throbbing nub and tongue curling deep inside of you to pull more sweet slick from your warmth and down his throat. 

From Ghost, it reached Gaz, who’s ears practically perked up at the temptation, sliding from one darkened wall to the other until he found you in the rec room with a small cup of honey and a finger in your mouth. He was rather forceful - surprisingly strong against your bear-like strength - in his demand, bending you over the counter, ass upturned and head buried in your arms while you mewled and panted, left a victim to Gaz’s skillful tongue. The way he dove in and curled, swirling your sweet slick around his tongue and drinking it all in, his lips placed firmly around your fluttering hole, drinking your cum like he would water. 

The from him, Price was the last to be aware, ordering you to his office for a taste. You sent his papers and pens to the floor, your flaying arms knocking things over in your search for purchase while he held you down by the hip, groaning when you closed your thighs around his head and fingers pulling his hair, locked in and tugging him closer and closer. He murmured praises, complimenting you for your magical body —one of a kind, he said, to have one’s slick tasting like honey. 

They left you panting and limping, walking around the halls with a powerful throb between your legs after every servings, grumbling under your breath at their insatiable tongues. Perhaps you shouldn’t have made it a habit, now that they made it a show of stocking up your reserve of honey with bigger and larger containers, grins stretching the corners of their lips. 

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[tootiecakes234]

can i request a scenario of bakugou with a chubby!s/o who's confident in her body type?

@burgvndy this is for you. Thank you so much for the inspo💕

You’d always been a plus sized girl and you loved everything about your body. The only person who loved your body more than you was the man you were in love with!

Katsuki was not the biggest fan of PDA this is true, which is probably why all the hero blogs and Stan pages thought he was so uninterested in you. They were always questioning how you got him and why he stayed around.

But they don’t know!!! No one but your close friend really know that this man is WHIPPED!

One of the first times Katsuki had seen you, you’d had on this short skirt with your thighs all bare and you nearly sent the poor man into cardiac arrest.

Your size never stopped you from wearing whatever the hell you wanted and Katsuki was attracted to that confidence too.

Every time you made the slightest move he swore you were gonna flash him and it took every ounce of willpower to keep his eyes off you.

Then you went and sat down! The way your thighs spread out on that chair. For the first time in his life, Katsuki found himself wanting to switch places with a goddamn chair…. He asked you out that same night and the two of you have been together ever since.

One night you stayed at his house and you’d forgotten to bring clothes to change into.

This man had the nerve to tell you to just throw on one of his shirts. Instead of correcting him and telling him to be so fucking fr, you went and grabbed one in of his tshirt and slid it on.

The damn thing looked like a crop top. You walked out to show him was a joke it was and the way this man laughed in your face almost made you end his life.

“You look like fucking Winnie the Pooh.” He was wheezing.

“Are you fucking done jackass?” You say as you pull the shirt over your head and drop it to the floor.

Once his giggling subsided he said “you could’ve just said they wouldn’t fit. I’ll buy some larger ones to keep here.” And he’s wiping tears from his eyes.

While you were walking around to your side of the bed he said “you look better naked anyways… hell maybe I won’t buy the shirts”

“Maybe I won’t ever sleep with a guy that get his jollies off to making fun of me” you grate out as you climb into the bed facing away from him.

His voice is right above your ear when he speaks again, “did I hurt your feelings princess?? Let me kiss it better”

He also did this thing where he’d run his fingers up and down the stretch marks on your side and stomach all the time.

When you ask him about it one day, all he says is that “it helps calm his nerves.” Whatever that means.

And don’t get started on when he fucks you. Hitting it from behind, he hands are planted on your wide hips and his favorite thing about this position is watching how your ass jiggles when he pulls you back on to him.

He also loves your soft saggy titas. Will lift those things and suck them right into his mouth happily.

Going back to that ass of yours, there’s so much surface area for him to slap and leave hand marks on. He’ll have the whole surface area stinging by the time he gets done.

Your thighs are another thing entirely.

He was nervous one night while you two were getting hot and heavy in bed. You could tell.

“Kats, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin” and he tried to bend down and kiss you again but you stopped him.

“Talk to me or we stop.”

“You’re gonna think I’m fuckin weird. Hell I think I’m fucking weird.” He says.

You wait for him to continue.

“Iwannafuckyourthighs” it rushed out of him in one word.

“What? Slow down”

“ I. Want. To. *whispers* fuck your thighs.”

You let out and a chuckle and obviously that was the wrong thing to do because says something unintelligible and starts pulling away.

You rush and wrap your legs around his before he can get up.

“Don’t leave. I’m only laughing because we’ve done some pretty dirty stuff together, and this is what you get nervous about.”

He rolls his eyes, “well what’s your answer?” He grunts at you.

You pull him down to your and whisper against his ear. “Katsuki please fuck my thighs.. I want them all wet and sticky with your cum.”

And you feel the shivers that runs down his spine.

Katsuki loves every inch of you, he has zero complaints. He’s constantly touching you and showing you how perfect he thinks you are

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[beenbaanbuun]

cub w/ choi san

this is not proof read but it will be!!!!

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having thoughts about san with bear hybrid!reader, specifically on the first day of spring….

winter had been pretty lazy for the two of you. with a hibernating bear, there wasn’t much for him to worry about other than making sure you ate enough. you could keep yourself curled up in the little den you slumbered in in the corner of his room, all warm and cosy and safe in the knowledge that san would be there to take care of you. it’s safe to say that over those chilly winter months you were pampered—more than you perhaps should have been—but san was far too soft to care. if his little cub wanted something, then he’d be damned if you didn’t get it.

it was a few days before the beginning of march that he started to notice a change in you. you were actually asking for the things you wanted instead of just making sounds and expecting him to figure it out. your sentences were short, and you almost never lifted your head from beneath your blankets to say them, but it was more than he’d had for the past while. he’d even caught you stretching your limbs between bathroom breaks once or twice which almost made him drop whatever he was carrying every time he walked into the room to see you standing up, wobbly and bleary eyed.

you still let him feed you during those more lucid days. perhaps you might have been ‘awake’ enough to traipse yourself to the kitchen and grab a sweet treat from the fridge, but it was just so much easier to ask san to do it for you. he practically jumped at the chance, pressing a teeny kiss to your forehead with each request before shooting out of the room to complete it as soon as possible. it’s in his nature to be caring; you were simply using that to your advantage.

but perhaps san had gotten too used to your laziness as when the first day of spring finally rolled around, he found himself being rudely awoken by a weight falling atop his stomach. he groans, face screwing up in pain as all the air gets forced from his lungs. there’s a giggle that comes from the strange thing that’s wriggling over him like an overactive earth worm, and despite his frustration at his streak of lazy days being broken, he can’t help but crack a smile.

“it’s spring, i assume,” he murmurs, voice still gravelly with the remnants of last nights sleep. the worm wriggles it’s way up to his body until a head finds itself perched atop his chest. he cracks an eye open to look at you, “wriggly this morning, aren’t we?”

you make a point to squirm a little more, but your plans are soon foiled by an arm that wraps itself around your waist. “wouldn’t you be wriggly if you had the pent up energy of three whole months living inside of you?” you try to move but the grip only tightens. a displeased chuff crawls it’s way up your throat, but it does little more than make the man chuckle and tip his head back against the pillow once more.

“sleep a little more, my little pooh bear,” the nickname irritates you; that’s why he says it. san just adores hearing you grumble in complaint whilst being entirely too soft to act upon your non-verbal threats.

“i can’t sleep,” you reply, “so i’d appreciate it if you got up!”

“brat.”

“and who’s fault is that!” all your fight drains out of you when san still refuses to move. your shift your head to lay it flat against his chest, snorting out a sound of displeasure before puffing your cheeks up in a pout. san tells you you’re a good girl, but you don’t respond to him, simply too focussed on proving your displeasure. “you’re the one who pampered me all winter…”

and san supposed you’re right. he did spoil you a little more than he should so it’s no surprise that you’ve turned out to be such a little princess. he barely even blinks an eye when you command something of him, simply moving to comply to your demands straight away, and he hardly ever complains when you demand things; why would he when the you always seem so happy when he pampers you rotten? maybe his heart is too soft, or maybe you’ve just moulded it perfectly to fit right into your little mitts. san doesn’t doubt that you’re crafty enough to pull off some master manipulation scheme to make him your own personal butler, but somehow he can’t find it in him to care.

he sighs, “what do you even want to get up for? it’s cold outside and there aren’t even buds on the trees yet.”

san doesn’t even need to open the curtains to know that a thin layer of frost still carpets the grass outside; he can feel the chill infiltrating his bedroom, seeping through his skin and making his bones ache. a shiver runs through his body and to tugs you closer still.

“how do you know?” you argue.

“that it’s cold?” he replies incredulously, “because i can feel it, dummy.”

you roll your eyes, irritated at his answer.

“no,” someone’s grumpy, san thinks to himself. he’s sure he’ll have to work hard to make up for your bad mood later. whatever; he doesn’t have to pretend to be mad at it when he knows deep down that he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you smiling. “how do you know there aren’t leaves on the trees yet? your curtains are closed and so are your eyes! how can you tell if you haven’t even looked.”

god, you’re a brat.

san pushes you off of him, gently rolling you to the side before twisting his own body to pin you to the mattress. again, your body moves like a worm as he settles atop you, but one soft kiss against your neck has you melting into him. soft little cub; you’re not the only one who knows how to get what you want.

“i can tell because there weren’t any yesterday,” his voice is hushed against your ear, his warm breath tickling your soft skin. you squeal and try and squirm free, but the way he’s holding you keeps you in place. there’s another kiss right below your earlobe and you go limp once more, “trees don’t go green over night, my sweet teddy. a little patience doesn’t go amiss, sometimes.”

and you can’t help but feel like he’s making a jab at you with that last comment. patience is never something you’ve had, but again, its san’s tendency to spoil you that’s to blame. you scoff, but don’t say a thing.

“now, cub,” san whispers, “take a little nap with me and we can enjoy spring a little later.”

[inbabylontheywept]

xc lends itself to stories well because it has all the weird overlapping insanities of group dynamics and hypoxia and Male Bonding and definitely a little bit of masochism.

and for my second xc story in like a week, we used to do this run down to the local public pool in the summers of hs because the temp was like, 110-115. fucking bastard heat. and this one girl had The Audacity to wear this extremely normal and fine two piece swimsuit that showed approximately a half inch of waist and a bellybutton. this of course was a mortal insult to one particular group of mormons who were so scandalized that they talked to the coach who in turn talked to the group about how Someone Wore a Two Piece Swimsuit and it made Some People very uncomfortable and that the dress code was now one piece swimsuits. and of course the poor girl was absolutely mortified.

now, the varsity were actually really good people in general, but one of them, who i shall name RJ, was just awesome. that sonofabitch could run like a 14:00 5k, but he still had this big ol potbelly, and he was the only person i knew who didnt get nauseous after running. the absolute brainfuck of running in the 110 degree heat along the canals, just struggling to breathe, and then getting smoked by this potbelled toothpick eating a bag of flaming hot cheetoes is just hard to understate. hed go up into the stands during track and buy hotdogs. just a legend. fuck that guy, but you know, in the way where im really just jealous of him.

anyway, RJ took genuine offense to this girl being called out for her totally normal swimsuit so when the next public pool run came around he showed up in a speedo. and it was the xc hivemind thing, where we all knew if we could just, somehow, keep the coach from noticing this guy until we actually pulled out and started running down the block, we were golden. so me and a bunch of other guys gathered around him like the secret service, and we did our stretches, got ready and left, and then RJ, being the beautiful majestic man muffin that he is, popped his shirt off, ran directly to the front of the mormon group, and proceeded to give himself the most brutal wedgie i can describe. practically stretched the speedo over his shoulders. you couldnt get a clearer vision of this mans ass with the hubble telescope.

so the mormon group tried to pass him, which was like stupid of them - nobody passed RJ unless they were willing to piss blood. they tried, they tried so hard to get around him and avoid the blaring eyewatering burn of this mans ghost white ass, but it didnt work, so they tried slowing down which is also something RJ could do indefinitely so eventaully they just kind of gave up and tried not to notice the extremely noticable hairy white butt camped in front of them for the entire three mile run to the pool.

the coach did notice about halfway through the run, but by then there wasnt much he could do. we argued very eloquently between panting and coughing and generally suffering that a speedo is, in fact, a one piece swimsuit, and thus the letter of the law had been fulfilled. id say, i dunno, maybe a hundred of us argued the case.

surprisingly, there was no follow up conversation banning speedos. RJs disapproval of the ban wouldve been enough, but the speedo underlined it in red a few times and at the next run to the pool, several other girls wore tankinis and nobody said shit.

(RJ told me if they had, the next run to the pool wouldve just been him winnie-the-poohing it, and i almost dont doubt it.)

[rowdyluv]

Mothers Know Best

summary: it’s luke’s off morning and he’s home alone with emersyn who isn’t acting her usual bubbly happy self. it’s when he puts her down early for her nap he notices something is actually wrong

warnings: soft dad!luke, fluffy -> angst, sick baby, stressed parent, parent feels they aren’t doing right

word count: 1.56k

notes: this was originally wrote for the single dad version of the au so if i missed any name changes please let me know

Emersyn was not the same today. Her usual bubbly giggles were replaced with whines that pierced the quiet afternoon like a siren. Luke had never seen his little girl so clingy and fussy. She was a ball of pink and white, sticking to him like a piece of gum to a hot sidewalk. It was a rare moment he had that she was distracted by her blanks or a toy next to her.

He tried everything to calm her down—his usual go-to distractions of peekaboo, Winnie the Pooh and even the tickle monster. Nothing worked. Her eyes searched for him, wide and desperate, every time he tried to sneak away. The house felt like it was closing in on him, the air thick with the weight of her cries. The moment his body crossed the threshold to the kitchen from the living room she was screaming for him. Mousey little calls for “dada.” Rattled out of her mouth just as the cries rattled her body. Tension was tightening in Luke’s chest, making it hard to breathe.

What was wrong with her? Why was she acting like this? She’s ate, barely, but he fed her. She has a clean diaper. He’s checked numerous times. They’ve played or he’s tried to play and she wasn’t having any of it. She has her blanks and her Finn plushie from Quinn. Luke pulled his hands through his hair and huffed out.

Emersyn drew him out of his thoughts by pulling on the hem of his shorts. She had blanks and fin in one of her hands and the other grasping his shorts. Her bottom lip stuck out quivering.

“Okay, okay, baby girl, let’s go for a nap, yeah?” Luke’s voice was strained with worry. He scooped her up into his arms, the softness of her skin burning against his. She didn’t protest, a sign that something was seriously off. Usually, she’d fight naps like a champ, insisting she was a big kid. But today she just snuggled into his neck, the heat from her forehead seeping into his skin. He carried her to her room, the hallway seeming to stretch on forever. The gentle squeak of his shoes on the floor was the only sound except for her shallow breaths.

Her nursery was a soft explosion of pink and white, but today it felt like a prison cell. The curtains were drawn, leaving only a sliver of light that painted the room in a sad, yellow glow. He laid her down on the crib mattress, her favorite blanket underneath her. He could hear the faint rattle in her breathing, and it was like nails on a chalkboard to his overworked nerves. He leaned over to kiss her forehead, and that’s when it all clicked. He realized how hot she was against him. She was a little furnace that had been running on overdrive. When he had picked her up first thought was she was warm from overworking herself. All the crying she had been doing was what made her warm. But no. This was definitely different.

Panic took over him like a wildfire. He knew that sound all too well. It was the same sound he heard last winter when she had croup. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the feeling in his gut was heavy. He grabbed the thermometer and quickly scanned her forehead. The beep was like a gunshot, echoing through the room. He checked the display. 102 degrees. His heart plummeted.

With trembling hands, he picked Emersyn up again, cradling her closer to his chest. He didn’t know what to do. Was this just a cold or something more? His mind raced with all the worst scenarios. He needed Rosey, she’d know what to do. He fumbled with his phone, his thumbs slipping over the screen as he typed out a frantic text. “Come home. Emmy’s not okay. Something’s wrong.”

But as he hit send, he knew that wasn’t enough. He needed advice now, and his mother, Ellen, was the next best thing. He dialed her number, his voice wavering when she answered.

“Mom, Emersyn’s not right. She’s so warm and... I don’t know. Her breathing is funny again.” The words tumbled out of him like a waterfall.

Ellen’s voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos in Luke’s mind. “Okay, sweetheart, just breathe. Tell me what’s happening. Is she still crying?”

“No, she’s just... listless. And her breathing, it’s like she’s fighting to get air in. And she’s so warm, Mom. So warm. What if I’ve missed something? What if I’m not doing this right?” The doubt in his voice was palpable, even through the phone.

Ellen’s calmness was a balm to his fear. “You’re doing everything right, Luke. You’re a wonderful father. It’s probably just a fever, but we’ll figure it out together. Has she had any other symptoms? Runny nose, cough, anything?”

Luke’s eyes searched Emersyn’s face as he talked to his mom, looking for any sign of distress she might be trying to hide. “No, nothing like that. She’s just been clingy and whiny all day. And her breathing... I.. I didn’t notice it until I tried to put her down for a nap but I swear..it’s like she’s fighting for every breath she takes. Just like last winter.”

Ellen’s voice remained calm, her years of experience as a mother and grandmother steadying him. “Alright, let’s not panic. It could just be a summer cold, but you’re doing the right thing by keeping an eye on her. Give her some children’s Tylenol to bring down the fever. It’s in the medicine cabinet, right?”

Luke nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Yes, but I’m scared, Mom. What if it’s more than just a cold?” His voice cracked, and he felt his eyes burn with unshed tears.

Before his mother could respond, he heard the sound of the front door bursting open, followed by the thunder of quick footsteps. “Luke? Emmy?” Rosey’s voice echoed through the house, filled with urgency. Relief flooded him, and he rushed out of the nursery, Emersyn still in his arms.

Her eyes searched the room, finding him in the hallway. They widened when she took in their daughters state. “What’s wrong?” She demanded, breathless.

He met her gaze, his eyes pleading. “Her breathing, it’s off. And she’s so warm. I don’t know what to do. I called you because...” His voice trailed off, his throat tight with emotion.

Rosey took Emersyn from his arms, her eyes scanning her daughter’s flushed face. She felt her forehead and nodded gravely. “We need to get her temperature down. Did you give her anything?”

“No, I just took her temperature and texted you. I didn’t know what to do. I called my mom too. She reminded me to give her medicine but then you got home.. God Ro. See I can’t do this without you here I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Rosey’s heart ached for the fear etched on Luke’s face. He was a fantastic father, but she knew he had moments of doubt like anyone else. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being there when he needed her most, but he only has a couple free mornings and errands were demanding her attention. But now was not the time for self-recrimination. Emersyn’s health was the priority.

“Let’s get her some water and meds,” she said, taking the lead. She moved swiftly to the kitchen, her shoes slapping against the cold tile floor. Luke followed, his eyes never leaving their daughter. Rosey grabbed the children’s Tylenol and a sippy cup filled with lukewarm water. The kitchen was bathed in the yellow glow from the nursery, a stark reminder of the concern that now filled their usually cheerful home.

Back in the living room, she placed Emersyn in her play pen, surrounded by her favorite toys. The play pen had seen countless moments of giggles and growth, but today it was a makeshift sick bay. She unwrapped the fever reducer, and with a gentle touch, gave it to Emersyn. Their daughter’s eyes searched hers, full of trust despite her discomfort. With trembling hands, Luke gave her the water, his eyes never leaving hers. They watched as she took a sip, the medicine quickly following. Emersyn’s tiny hand clutched the cup, her grip tight.

Once the medicine was down, Rosey turned to Luke, her eyes softening. “Thank you for texting me. You did the right thing. We’re in this together, okay? Everything with Em is on both of us, not just on you or on me. It takes two, or an army as momma Ellen says.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The tension between them eased slightly.

“Thank you, believing in me, Ro,” Luke murmured, his eyes never leaving their daughter. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. It wasn’t just about this moment, it was about every moment he felt inadequate as a father. Every time he didn’t know what to do, every time he second-guessed himself, every time he thought he was failing. Her belief in him was like a beacon in the fog.

Rosey leaned her head on his shoulder, her hands intertwined with his. “Lukey, I’ve believed in you since we were kids, of course I’m going to believe in you with our baby girl,” she whispered, her voice a balm to his fear.

[lee-laurent]

Replacing Me - Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke and Tori's relationship becomes more serious, but maybe John isn't as okay with it as he thought

content: fluff, angst, past relationships, oc x ex!john marino, money issues, mentions of sex but no actual smut, arguing, physical fighting (not between any couples)

wc: 2.9k

notes: PART 3 of 'Done Trying'!! So go ahead and read the first two parts if you haven't! 'Done Trying' and 'Past Relationships' !! I'm loving writing this series!! Super excited to write this one!! I love writing Tori and Luke's relationship. But get ready for some angst between John and Luke in this one!! Enjoy!!!

Tori tossed and turned, making the boy next to her grumble. He furrowed his brow, rolling over to face her.

"Go to sleep," he slurred with his eyes closed.

"I can't."

"Mm," he moaned, his snores filling the air once more. Tori rolled her eyes, flipping onto her side for the hundredth time. John let out a deep sigh, throwing an arm over her waist, pulling her into his chest. She gasped, but made no attempt to escape him. He slow rise and fall of his chest, lulled her into a sense of security and finally she was able to sleep.

Well... for a bit at least.

"MAMA!" wails filled the apartment, seeming even louder through the baby monitor on the bedside table. "MAMAAAA!"

"I've got him," John stretched, presssing a kiss to Tori's cheek. He pulled himself out of the bed, padding down the hall to Riley's room.

"Shhh. It's okay, Ri-Ri. Daddy's here."

Tori would never admit it, but hearing John speak to Riley made her heart swell. He was so sweet with their son, never raising his voice, never getting cross. He was the best dad that she could ask for. And it made her want to jump his bones. She shook her head, she shouldn't think of John like that. She's seeing Luke now.

But John's sleepy voice sounded so hot coming through the baby monitor. She groaned, shoving her head in her pillow. Maybe she was just horny.

"Shhh. Everything's okay. Mama and Dada are here," John rocked the toddler back and forth, patting his back soothingly. "Dada's here. I'm not going anywhere."

Five minutes later, John was back in the bed, spooning his ex-girlfriend. Riley had settled pretty quickly compared to most nights and the couple couldn't have been happier to get their rest.

"Thanks, babe," Tori mumbled sleepily.

"No worries. That's what I'm here for," John yawned, tucking his head in the crook of Tori's neck.

And for the first time in weeks, Riley slept until 7 in the morning.

"MAMA!"

"Coming baby!" Tori exclaimed, pulling Riley out of his crib. "How'd you sleep? Did Winnie the Pooh give you good dreams?"

Riley nodded, hugging his stuffed animal to his chest.

"Dada!"

"Hi, baby!"

Tori turned, blushing slightly at the shirtless John standing in the doorway. He smirked, noticing the redness on her cheeks.

"Dada! Home!"

"Yeah, Dada's at our house! Isn't that crazy?"

"Cwazy!"

"Let's get you into some clean clothes! You okay to make breakast, John?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "We have an afternoon practice. But I'll be home for dinner."

"Sounds good!"

"Hey, Johnny! Running a little late today?" Nico laughed. Most of the boys were already dressed in their gear when John entered the Devils locker-room.

"Yeah, sorry. Riley was upset I was going."

"Riley?"

"Hm? Yeah, staying at Tori's for a bit. Working on getting Riley on a set bedtime routine."

"Oh. How'd you sleep?"

"Actually pretty well, considering we have a two-year-old in the house," he chuckled, throwing on his pads.

"You're staying at Tori's?" Luke asked, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. Ri's been having some trouble sleeping."

"How long you staying?" Nico asked, not sensing the tension obviously coming from Luke.

"Two weeks... ish. Until we can get him down for a full night and keep it that way."

"Might be able to rekindle the relationship, eh, Johnny," Dawson laughed, clapping his teammate on the back. Luke frowned, the laces of his skates suddenly becoming much more interesting than the conversation at hand.

"Who knows," John laughed awkwardly, taping his socks.

"Let's go boys!" Lindy's voice echoed through the room, calling the boys onto the ice.

Luke was off all practice. His passes were shit and every shot he attempted on net missed. He noticed the worried looks from his brother and captain, but shrugged them off not wanting any attention on him. Did everyone want John and Tori to get back together? He didn't know much about their relationship before he joined the team. Maybe they were a power couple and that's why everyone wanted them together. Maybe everyone thought that he and Tori would be a bad match. Maybe they thought Luke was trying to replace John in Riley's life. Maybe...

"Luke! You good? I've called your name like four times," Jack waved his hand in front of his brother's face, driving down the street to their apartment.

"Huh? I'm fine."

"You sure? You didn't seem like your head was in it at practice."

"No, I'm fine. Just an off day, ya know?"

"Sure do. But, I'm here if you ever wanna talk about anything."

"I know, Jack," Luke forced a smile, checking his phone to see if Tori had responded to the text he'd sent two days before. But still there was nothing. Not even a thumb up. Just radio silence.

"'ockey!" Riley cheered, running in circles around the carpet in the living room. Tori was hoping he'd wear himself down enough to sleep all night. She'd put on a random highlight video of Sidney Crosby she'd found on YouTube and Riley was eating it up. "'ockey!"

John was standing in the kitchen, watching the scene unfold while we ate some leftover chicken parm. He'd done an extra training session with Holtzy that day and had missed dinner, much to his dismay because Tori had made his favourite.

"Let's use our inside voice, Riley. What if Ms. Nelson is trying to sleep?" Tori warned. Ms. Nelson was the elderly woman that lived across the hall. She'd been the biggest help over the last two years, especially in navigating motherhood. Tori wasn't sure she'd have been able to do it without her neighbour. She was like a third grandma to Riley.

Riley raised a finger to his mouth, "Shhh."

"That's right. We're quiet when people are sleeping. Let's use our quiet voice while we play. Okay?"

"O-tay, Mama."

"Good boy," she grinned, ruffling his dark curls. She quickly flipped over her phone that buzzed, skimming over the text from Luke, before placing it down on the table. She wasn't trying to ignore Luke. She just wasn't sure he'd understand the current situation, seeing as he wasn't a parent himself. Maybe she'd made a mistake by starting something with a 20-year-old. She was also trying not to use her phone as much in front of Riley. She and John didn't want him growing up depending on a screen for entertainment. He got a bit of TV time in the morning and a bit in the evening before bed but that was it. He didn't have a tablet, like many of the kids that Tori had seen at her parenting classes.

"Dada! Play!"

"I'm coming," John smiled, putting his empty plate in the sink. This was the first time he'd noticed that Tori's apartment didn't have a dishwasher. Did she do all the dishes by hand? She must have.

Tori clicked off the TV, watching her son sit criss-cross across from his dad. She placed the little bin of farm toys between the two, pressing a kiss to Riley's head, brushing some curls from his eyes.

"I'm going to take a bath. You alright with him for half an hour?"

"Of course. Enjoy your bath, Vic."

Vic. That wasn't a name that left John's mouth often. It was always "Tori" or "Victoria." Vic had been a name he used when they were dating. And the sound of it made her heart break a bit.

She had just settled into her steaming hot bath when her phone started ringing, ruining her peace. She sighed, flipping it over to see Luke's name flashing across the screen. She let it ring through, placing it back down on the counter. With her book and a glass of wine, she finally got a moment to relax. Maybe life with John was better than she remembered.

"Luke. I know you're not alright. What's going on?" Jack nagged, knocking his shoulder with Luke's.

"I... Tori hasn't been answering me."

"She's got a kid, Rusty. She never answers her phone."

"She was before John moved back in with her."

"Family bonding time?" Jack shrugged, "Don't let it get to you this much. You guys aren't even officially dating."

"So? I thought we were getting somewhere."

"Tori's hard to read. If I've learned anything from John, it's that. And Riley is her main focus in life. Nothing comes before Riley, including answering her texts."

"But she doesn't even answer at night when Riley's probably in bed."

"Dude, that's her time to relax. John told me that Riley has been a nightmare child recently. Give her some time. I'm sure she'll come around."

Luke just sighed, checking his phone again to see if she'd answered. Nothing.

John had taken Riley for walk, giving Tori some very much needed alone time. She was going through some emails when her phone rang again.

Luke Hughes

Accept. Decline.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, Tori. How've you been?" Luke sounded nervous.

"I'm alright. Yourself?"

"Okay. I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout again sometime."

"Oh, um, yeah. I just... I'm kinda busy with Riley right now. He's been a bit of a handful."

"I, uh, I could come help out.... if you want."

"That's really nice of you to offer, Luke. But John's here helping out."

"Oh. Are you... are you guys getting back together?"

Tori pinched the bridge of her nose, "No, Luke. You know what, let's go out tonight."

"Really?"

"Really," she smiled.

"You- you can come here! Jack's going out with some friends."

"Wow. Bold, Hughes. You trying to sleep with me?" she giggled.

"What?! No! No! That's not- that's not what I meant!"

"I know. I'm just teasing. I'll be over around 7. I just need to make sure that John has everything to put Ri to bed. Sound good?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"We're home!"

"We 'ome!"

"My boys are home!" Tori grinned, spinning Riley around in her arms. "How was the park?"

"We 'ide!"

"You went on the slide?"

"Yeah," Riley clapped, running off to play with his Duplo.

"How was he?"

"So good. A few tears when I told him he couldn't have two snacks before dinner. But besides that, all was well."

"He use the bathroom?"

"Yep!"

"Riley! Good job, baby! Such a big boy!"

"Tank 'oo, Mama!"

"I, uh, I'm going to Luke's for a bit tonight."

"Hughes?"

"Yeah."

"That's still going on?"

"Why... why wouldn't it be?"

"I thought... never mind."

"No. You thought what?"

"You were focusing on our family right now."

"Am I not allowed to take some time for myself?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Victoria. Don't twist my words."

"Then what are you saying, John?"

"You just... I gave you the whole day to have time for yourself."

"And I appreciate that. But I spent it working to make money to support me and our child."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I can give you more money if you need it?" he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't want your pity money, John."

"It's not pity money! I'm giving it so you and our son can have a good life."

"Are you saying that I'm not giving our son a good life?" her eyes started to water.

"No! God! Why do you always twist my fucking words?!"

"Don't swear in front of Riley!"

"Go to Luke's."

"What?"

"GO!"

Tori was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand when Luke opened the door. His eyes widening when he saw the state she was in.

"Tori? I, uh, I wasn't expecting you for another two hours."

"I'm sorry. I just, uh, I had an argument with John. Can I come in?" she sniffled.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry. Come in, come in."

The two of them got comfortable on the couch, Luke wrapping his arm around her smaller frame.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"If you don't mind," she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Of course I don't."

"He, uh, he accused me of not taking time for our family. That I'm taking too much time for myself."

"That's not true. You spend so much time worrying about Riley. God, I didn't hear from your for a week! Riley's your number one priority."

"John can't see that," the tears started back up. "Then he offered me money. But, I felt like he was accusing me of not providing enough for Riley. I just... does he think I'm a bad mom?"

"Shh, Tori. You're not a bad mom. You- you're an amazing mom! Riley always looks so happy when I see him! You're like the best mom ever... well maybe after my mom, but... you get the point."

She giggled through her tears, listening to Luke's heartbeat for comfort.

"Thanks, Luke. I'm sorry. This probably wasn't what you were expecting."

"It's fine, Tori. Any time spent with you is good enough for me."

"You're too sweet," she sighed, meeting his eyes. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Do you want to spend the night here?" he offered.

"I-"

"Don't worry. John's got Riley. He'll be fine."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You'll never be a bother to me, Victoria."

Was it too soon to be in love with this man? Because Victoria could feel herself falling already.

"I'll stay then," she smiled sadly, pressing another kiss to his lips. He hummed, kissing her back.

"Should we watch a movie?" he asked, not wanting it to seem like he was taking advantage of her when she was down.

"Sure," she smiled. What a gentleman.

Tori woke up to fifty texts and ten missed calls from John.

Are you coming home?

Hello?

Victoria

Victoria?

Are you okay?

I shouldn't have yelled. Please come back.

I got Riley to sleep, I think.

Hey?

Vic?

Please come home.

Vic?

Please.

I'm sorry

Vic?

Text me when you see these please

Riley slept through the night

I need you here from I leave for practice. For Riley. Not for me.

Victoria, don't be like this. Riley needs his mom

She attempted to pull away from Luke, but he was quick to pull her back into his chest.

"Don't go," he mumbled sleepily.

"I've gotta go, babe. You've got practice. And I have a toddler that needs his mom."

"Five more minutes."

"Luke," she giggled, flipping in his arms. She ran a hand through his curls, her fingers catching on a couple knots. "God, your hair is almost as bad as Riley's."

"Mmm."

"Come on, sleepyhead. Rise and shine."

He slowly opened his eyes, smiling cheekily at the girl in his arms. He leaned to give her a kiss, but was quickly rejected.

"I have morning breath."

"I don't care."

"Luke!" she squealed as he pressed kisses all over her face. "Luke!"

"I'll see you later?" he asked, finally getting a peck on the lips.

"Of course. I'll text you."

"Will you? Last time you said that you ignored me for a week."

"It was a long week, Lukey. I'll text you. I promise," she intertwined her pinky with this, finally pulling herself out of bed.

"Victoria! You're home! Thank God! I was getting worried," John rambled, running a hand through his hair. Tori could tell from how dishevelled it was, that he'd been doing that for a while.

"Of course, I am. I live here in case you forgot," she sassed, throwing her keys in the little bowl on the counter.

"Ri's been worried about you. He said I don't his 'babas' right."

"You probably don't," she shrugged, cooing at her son in his booster seat. "Hi, baba! Mama's home. She just had to go see a friend for a bit."

"You stay at Ally's?" John asked, picking up a piece of egg that Riley had chucked on the floor.

"No."

"Then who- you stayed at Luke's?"

"It's frankly none of your business, John."

He sighed, "You know what, I'm going to practice. I might be home after. If I feel like it. Since that's what we're doing now."

Riley cried as the door slammed shut, just making Tori angrier. God, now she remembered why shit with John didn't work out.

John stormed into the locker room, his target locked in on. Luke Warren Hughes. Number 43. Who was sat innocently in his stall, laughing at something his brother had said.

"You think it's okay to sleep with Tori?" John fumed, pushing the boy's shoulder. Luke was taken by surprise, falling backwards into the wall.

"What?"

"You think it's okay to take my child's mother away for night?! Leave me having NO idea where she is?! Huh?!"

"John-"

"Stay out of it!" he seethed. Luke stood up, puffing his chest out. If John wanted a fight, then a fight he'd get. "You think it's fine to whore around with Tori?"

"She needed me. You made her cry, if I'm remembering correctly," Luke shot back.

"She isn't supposed to need you! She's supposed to need me!" John pushed him again, earning a shove in return. Everyone was gathered around, silently watching.

"Well, you're doing a shit job at supporting her!"

That was it, John lurched forward, tackling Luke to the ground. His fist connected with the rookie's jaw. Another punch, this time from Luke. Another. Another.

"ENOUGH!" Nico pulled John off, holding him back. Jack grabbed Luke with the help of Dawson. Luke spat some blood on the floor, breathing heavily. He wanted nothing more than to make John feel the pain that he had made Tori feel emotionally the night before.

The locker room fell into silence, suddenly the door swung open.

"What is going on here?!"

[concretejunglefm]

i need part 3 of thot girl hours where folio or noah makes the first move pleaseeee 🫠

Well call this part 3 to thot girl hours because this idea has been in my head ever since you asked for this anon and it's only fair I share it for our Noah and Folio girlies.

Part 1 & Part 2

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It's an off day on tour and while everyone else has gone out to do their own thing, you've chosen to remain on the tour bus for some much needed alone time, something you've been needing after the last few shows have sent your stress levels through the roof. Between Matt giving you more responsibility and the guys just overall being a little weird around you, you've needed some time alone. Time alone you had planned to use to indulge in your favorite snack of choice, which just happens to have been tucked up on the highest shelf in the little kitchenette area. A trick played by Noah no doubt.

With a stretch against the small countertop you strain in your attempt to reach the box before a voice from the back of the bus startles you.

"Need a hand there?"

It's Noah and the sudden racing of your heart in your chest comes to a halt before a wave of embarrassment creeps through through you at the realization that you're still wearing your signature Winnie the Pooh pajamas.

"I didn't realize that anyone else was here." You turn and lean your back against the counter as you look across to him walking out from the back where the bunks were all tucked away.

"I didn't feel like going out. Figure I'd hide away in my bunk and catch up on some anime."

"Funny, that was my plan until I found I couldn't reach my favorite snack." There's a playful bite in your tone and a small grin tugs at the corner of your lips as he nears you.

You cross your arms over your chest as you feel his eyes on you, almost as if they're taking in the full sight of you in your pj's.

Instead of moving around you or allowing you to move out the way, Noah steps in front of you, crowding your space and blocking you against the counter. Usually any closeness between you wouldn't phase you, but you find yourself losing your breath as his body comes within less than an inch of your own and you catch the way his t-shirt rides up enough to expose his tattooed stomach.

You shift your hand and find your fingers unintentionally grazing against the exposed skin just with his movement close to you. He doesn't acknowledge it and you don't say anything as your fingers come increasingly close to the waistband of his shorts.

Suddenly you're overcome with the idea of pulling them down and seeing just how far that tattoo of his leads down, or forgetting that entirely and sinking your hand down into his shorts purely to wrap it around his shaft. You'd witnessed pictures of his bulge on numerous occasions during your late night thot hours, where sexting between you all became a little adventurous, with the guys never exposing more than what clothes covered when it came to the waist down.

It takes you a moment to come back from your own perverse thoughts, looking up at Noah with an almost distant gaze. "Huh?" You ask him to repeat himself and he just chuckles, setting down the box he'd pulled down for you on the counter beside you.

"I said they're cute." He extends his long tattooed fingers towards your top, his fingers hooking onto the neck of it with a gentle tug away from your chest.

"Aren't they just?" Folio's voice rings out towards the front of the bus and when you look in that direction, you see him climbing up the stairs as he enters.

A heat spreads across your cheeks and you drop your head, moving to slip past Noah before coming to find yourself bumping straight into Folio.

When you look up to meet his gaze, there's a hunger in his eyes which makes your thighs press together as a sudden ache forms in your core.

It's not as if you hadn't fantasized about them all on multiple occasions, even having more than one during said fantasies, but suddenly it felt all too real, especially when Noah comes closer behind you and you can feel his fingers in your hair, brushing through the strands before dipping forward and meeting the back of your neck with a ghost of a kiss.

The sensation sends a shiver throughout you, the only sound to slip past your lips being a whimper as Folio moves closer, his own hands now bracing your hips to steady you, as though aware the touch of Noah's lips on the back of your neck has sent your knees weak.

"I've been telling the guys that I've dying to fuck you in your little college-girl pajamas since you first showed them to us." Folio confesses and you don't even find yourself protesting the idea, instead your eyes flutter open and you look at him once more before reaching a hand up and around onto the back of his neck, pulling him down and into a heated kiss.

At that same moment Noah's mouth is firmly on the back of your neck, kissing, sucking and even biting as if determined to mark you. The idea sends a thrill straight between your thighs, knowing he's already marking you as his, as theirs and your mouth opens with a moan, feeding into Folio's who follows your lead, his tongue quickly snaking out and into your open mouth.

When you break away from the kiss it's because you feel another hand on you, one you can easily deduce as being Noah's and sinking down the front of your pajama shorts. A soft whine leaves you as your thighs spread open and you feel the soft stroke of Noah's fingers against your pussy, dipping between your folds with a deep throaty growl against the shell of your ear when he's met with your wetness.

"Fuck, Folio you should feel how fucking wet she is for us."

Noah boasts as your head falls back against his shoulder and you let out another soft whine, feeling your knees almost buckle the minute he begins circling your clit.

"Is this all for us, sweetheart?" He whispers to you, pressing soft kisses along your jawline and you're thankful that Folio has a grip on your hips because you don't think that you'd be able to support yourself, especially not when you feel Noah's finger slide down and press deeply into your cunt.

As he curls it you let out a deep needy moan, your walls tightening around even just his finger, needing more as he angles to stroke the spot behind your clit. "Is this what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself in that video? Were you thinking about all of us?"

You don't even go to question about the video or how they know about it when you were sure you'd deleted it in time. Your head is so hazy, your body already overwhelmed with pleasure that you just moan and nod. "Yes! Yes Noah. This is exactly what I thought about."

You can feel the smirk on his face as his lips ghost along your neck and soon the feeling of his fingers slips away as your shorts are tugged down, exposing you completely to Folio who's lowered himself to his knees in front of you.

"And no panties? It's almost like you were begging to be fucked in these." Maybe Folio is right because there is a part of you which has thought about it after you’d purposely sent them a photo of you wearing them.

With Noah's one arm snaked around your waist to hold you firmly against his chest, Folio raises one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him easier access between your thighs as he brings his mouth up against your glistening cunt. You don't miss the distinct sound he makes, a throaty groan of satisfaction when met with the taste of you, his tongue stroking against your clit with a fervent before turning softer and more attentive under Noah's command.

"Open your eyes and look down, sweetheart." Noah instructs you and when you do, you see his tattooed fingers curled into Folio's hair, keeping his bandmate's mouth firmly pressed against your cunt. You whimper as another moan follows and with Noah's other hand splayed against your stomach he begins to gently encourage you to grind against the movement of Folio's tongue and his overall mouth. "Go on, sweetheart. This is just for you."

"Please...please..." You start to beg as you buck your hips, pushing down against Folio's face and mouth while his tongue circles your clit, his mouth eagerly working to bring forth the climax you feel forming with the knot in your stomach.

You don't know what you're begging for but you keep doing so as Noah continues his stream of dirty talk against your ear, his voice only edging you further along until you feel yourself coming undone, trembling against him with the first wave, then another, of your climax.

Even then Folio doesn't stop and Noah doesn't pull him away, he holds him there as he peers down over your shoulder, instructing him. "Don't miss a single drop of cum from her pretty pussy now. You've practically been begging for this."

You don't know which sends you dizzy first, his words or the way Folio's tongue swirls and dips into you, a man possessed with only one thought on his mind; to taste you. It sends another shiver through you and when you tremble again, Noah's grip tightens as he whispers against your ear. "I've got you sweetheart, shh, I've got you."

And he does, right up until Folio is finished and satisfied with his clean up. Right until the tables turn and lead you using your fuzzy pajama shorts on them in return, wrapping them around your fist and taking turns to fuck their aching cocks into them until they're both shooting thick ropes of cum all over Winnie the Pooh.

[ripleylove]

In the safety of your arms

requested by @teganc : Hiya!! I wanna to say I really liked your story " Better Judgement " it made me smile and tear up at the same time lol. I was hoping to request a Rhea Ripley X fem reader where reader is autistic and is new young wrestler and is very excited when she gets to Raw when she runs into the Judgement day and catches the eye of Rhea To the point where when reader has her very first match ( against any one you choose ) she wins but ends up getting attacked and is saved by Rhea Ripley and Rhea ends up asking the Reader out and ends up falling in love with her ( Fluff and Love Please 😃 ) Thank you so much. Peace and Love

pairing: Rhea Ripley x autistic fem!reader.

genre: a bit of angst but full of fluff <3

summary: being a new wrestler is hard,but trying to not fall for Rhea is harder.

A/N:hi!! This is my first request and I'm so grateful for getting it! As usual,I'd like to thank you all for all the support on Better Judgement, I love yall ❤️ (i also need to learn how to write summaries cause they're awful)

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Thanks to this year's Draft,you went from NXT to Raw. All the hard work,all the sacrifices and all the pain had finally paid off,and you could officially start your career as a Raw wrestler.

Your first Monday at Raw was....kinda hectic. Everything was so busy and there were loud sounds,that kinda triggered you,but you managed to calm down thanks to your favourite Winnie The Pooh stuffed peluche.

You didn't have many friends since you were new,but Becky Lynch was really kind to you,offering food to you and talking about her wrestling experiences. You really admired her for her courage and her strength, and you aspired to be like her.

While you were talking with Becky,you heard a loud voice call your name.

"Y/N! 5 minutes until you have to go on the ring!" A backstage worker shouted.

The familiar feeling of anxiety was starting to arise inside of you,and,to feel the comforting scent and softness of your peluche (that you called Rachelle) , you started to run in one of the locker rooms.

While running,you saw with the corner of your eye one of the strongest factions of WWE: The judgment day. You quickly stopped in your tracks,to try to see them better. After all,they were the reason why you joined WWE.

Rhea and Dominik were sat together watching a video on Rhea's phone,while Finn and Damian were stretching for their upcoming match and JD was nowhere to be seen.

You were staring at the only girl of the judgment day: she was truly breathtaking. Her hair rested on her shoulder,and her make up was on,just like her signature black lipstick.

In that moment,you didn't hear the loud noises or the shouting of the fans in the arena,your heart stopped racing and your breath was starting to slow down: you were in your little bubble,too busy admiring Rhea to notice that backstage workers were calling your name because it was time for you to do your entrance,until Becky came behind you and touched your hand.

"Y/N,are you okay? You ran away so unexpectedly! But now it's your moment,it's the moment of your entrance,the thing you have been waiting for so long! So don't let anxiety get the best of you,you're gonna kill it on the stage!" Becky exclaimed to hype you up,because she saw how fidgety you got and how your hands were slightly shaking.

Both of you were still standing in front of the judgment day's locker room,and obviously they heard what happened. Rhea had already noticed you when you were staring at her,but she didn't say anything. She was kinda amused with your behaviour, and she wanted to see what you were up to in the ring.

Becky helped you to ease your anxiety, and you finally had the courage to walk through the stage,with your entrance music booming in your ears. (You wanted to put your hands over your ears,because the loud volume and the screams of the fans really were overwhelming you,but you managed to put this feeling aside.)

Your first match at Raw was against Naomi,and you were kinda scared to lose,because you knew she was really athletic and agile, but you had confidence in yourself after what Becky told you.

The fight started with you being the dominant one,pinning Naomi multiple times,but the count only reached 2. You knew you would win this,so you picked a kendo stick from the lower part of the ring,and smashed it on her back. She screamed in pain,and you used this occasion to pin her.

"1,2,3!"

You couldn't believe it! You won against Naomi! You were to happy to hear all the cheers and your loud music,but the referee raising your arm pulled you out of your trance.

When you were going backstage,you saw the other two members of The Big 3,Jade Cargill and Bianca Belair,coming towards you with anger evident on their face.

This was already triggering you very badly. What did they want?

"You thought you could escape us?" Jade Cargill said with a threatening voice,while smirking to her work partner and friend Bianca Belair. "What do you think,Jade,do you think we should teach her a lesson for hurting Naomi?" Bianca Belair asked while crossing her arms on her chest,turning to Jade Cargill.

"Oh hell yeah." The two of them quickly started to punch you and Bianca, with her signature long braid, hit you on the back,and you were sure it was going to leave marks for at least two weeks.

Your breathing was unsteady and your hands were shaking like leaves in the wind,and your vision was starting to become blurry: you didn't know if it was thanks to the tears and the sobs,or for the fact that you were feeling like you were going to faint.

"Look at who we have here. Jade Cargill and Bianca Belair punching the champ,how pathetic." You heard a familiar voice say,and you immediately recognised it as Rhea's.

She ran towards Jade and gave her a punch right on her jaw,knocking her on the floor. Then,she pulled Bianca's braid and gave her a kick in the stomach, making her almost faint.

You were sobbing from the pain,and you couldn't find a way to ask help or to shout to Rhea,because your words wouldn't come out.

You needed your comforting yellow blanket and your peluche Rachelle,but the heavy panic attack you were having didn't help at all.

Rhea shouted for the security, and you put your hands on your hears to try to cover up the loud noises around you.

The only woman of the judgment day noticed your condition,and ran to you,with worry evident in her face.

"Y/N! Y/N! Can you hear me? Please,tell me you're okay!" She was softly shaking you,and you finally came to your senses.

You couldn't resist,and you hugged her tightly,she was the only way you could get a little of comfort. Your sobs and cried echoed in the locker rooms,while you were holding tightly onto Rhea,as if she was your lifeline. She didn't hesitate to embrace you back,whispering sweet nothings in your ears,while she was tracing soft patterns of your backs and on your arms. You tried to concentrate on that to overcome your panic attack and to feel a bit of stimulation.

After 10 minutes,you finally calmed down,and Rhea could tell: you fell asleep in her arms. But who could blame you,she was so comforting and her body heat made you feel safe,even if you didn't have Rachelle with you.

Rhea got up while still having you in her arms,and she brought you in her faction's locker room. She sat on the couch and picked up a small blanket and wrapped it around you,so you could be warm and comfortable, and still kept cuddling you.

Unsurprisingly, the door busted open revealing Damian with a shocked and confused expression. Rhea signaled him to be quiet with a finger over her lips,and he stopped in his tracks after seeing you in her arms.

He came closer while inspecting the person that was under the purple blanket and looked at Rhea before whispering:"Is she Y/N? ". Rhea nodded in response and told him with a low voice everything that happened, but she shut up the moment you began to stir in her comforting arms.

"Sweetie?" Rhea asked softly,shooing Damian away to be alone with you. You finally came out of your trance and realised where you were.

You were in Rhea Ripley's arms!

"I'm so sorry for what happened to you,I wish I came there to help you sooner. But don't worry,I got you now. You know,I've been watching since NXT,and today you totally killed it! Jade and Bianca were just jealous because they didn't get to party after Naomi's win,but that didn't happen. You're safe with me,sweetheart, so you won't have to worry about anything else." She told you with her honey-like voice,and you couldn't help to blush and to hold onto her tighter.

"You know,I've always liked you." You looked at her with wide eyes. She liked you!?

"Do you feel the same?" You could see her confident aura crumbling,she was nervous and you could tell.

"Yes,I do. I've always admired you,and right now,you make me feel as safe as I could feel. So yes,I really do feel the same!" You said while smiling,hiding from the embarrassment in the crook of her neck,and you could feel her tighten her hold on you.

"Do you want to go out with me this weekend? We could go to a restaurant or to the mall,we can go wherever you like." She said,and you couldn't do nothing but agree happily.

And you stayed there,in the safety of her arms.

[youaremysunshine-court]

rereading Matthew reillys Jack West Jr series bc its the only thing that's made me feel something

[irisintheafterglow]

As Long As You Love Me (bf!gojo x you)

summary: things just feel so off lately; at least he's there to keep you grounded.

wc: 1k

cw/tags: angst/comfort, established relationship and pet names (babe, baby, love, angel), college!gojo, implied depression/anxiety but nothing explicit, mentions of food and eating, mild language, yeah he's such a simp for you and would burn the entire world down for you

note: is this painfully self indulgent? very. do i have the feeling that other people need this besides me? definitely. hope you enjoy, take care of yourself babes <3

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated :)

“Hey, gorgeous. Checking in on you again. D’you mind if I swing by your place? I forgot my charger and I really need to finish that lab report. Also, it’s an excuse to kiss you until you’re sick of me. Kidding! But, not really. Anyway, I love you. I’ll be there soon!”

He knows in his gut that something’s off when you haven’t responded to his calls for four hours. To tell the truth, the calls were going through to your phone, but you’d let it ring until it sent him to your voicemail. It was too much and you were too tired to do anything but stare at his photo appearing on your screen, well-lit by the afternoon sun but feeling the darkest you’ve felt in weeks. It was a terrifying situation, feeling the strong grip on reality you maintained for so long start to slip from your fingers. Without warning, the air stopped feeling comforting, food stopped tasting delicious, and the laughs of your friends slipped through one ear and out of the other. It was overwhelmingly distressing but even your body felt too exhausted to cry. So, what was there to do but lay in bed and wait for your energy to come back? 

Opening the door for him is what you could do. 

He didn’t really give you a choice, with his incessant knocking that would definitely end up in a noise complaint from your neighbors if you didn’t unlock the door. Ever so slowly, you drag yourself out of bed and down the hall, wiping the dark circles under your eyes like it would make a difference. A glance at the side table by the door revealed no charger of Satoru’s, just some of his rings and your keys with the little Winnie the Pooh charm he’d gifted you a few months back.

“Because you’re my honey!” He was giving you one of those sideways grins again, the one where his head tilted to the side like a kid who’d got caught eating cookie dough straight from the bowl. “You’re so sweet that I have an addiction, just like Winnie the Pooh.”

“I don’t think Pooh has an addiction, sweetheart,” you giggled, leaning back into his arm stretched over your shoulders on his couch. “It’s just his favorite food.”

“You’re right. There’s no way that he could maintain homeostasis with just honey, so he must be taking other things to sustain–”

“Satoru, I love you. Please stop talking,” you say tenderly and cover his mouth with your hand, abruptly pulling away when his tongue darts out to lick your palm. He flashes a sharp canine at you in spite of your protests of disgust, gently taking your chin to pull you close enough for him to kiss you. “I love you, even though you do weird shit like that.”

“You love it when I do that ‘weird shit.’ It keeps our relationship interesting,” he argues against your lips. 

“That’s one way to put it,” you reply and he’s kissing you again before you have the chance to tell him off again. If you could, you would bottle that moment and keep it in a jar, drinking it anytime you started approaching the edge again. Your heart aches even before you’ve finished twisting the door handle; he was going to see you at a low point he hadn’t seen from you in a while, and the thoughts of being a burden were already nudging the back of your mind. With as much courage you could muster, you finally swing open the door and see him standing against the wall with a bag of divine smelling food. 

“There you are, I was worried I’d have to sneak in through your window like we’re in high school again,” he greets warmly, glowing in a way that wasn’t blindingly hot like the sun. Everything about him radiated safety, something that you didn’t know you were craving until he was with you.

“I couldn’t find your charger anywhere, love. I’m sorry,” you say quietly, taking the plastic bag from him and setting it on the counter. You can tell he’s being careful around you, as much as he’s trying not to show it. Your limbs feel like dead weight and, even with Satoru so close, you just wanted to lie down again. “I looked on my desk and the kitchen table and–”

“Yeah, there’s no charger here, baby. I made that up so I could come over and spend time with you,” he admits and it pulls the tiniest smile out of you. “There’s my angel; I missed your smile, even if it’s a little too weak right now.” When he steps close enough, your forehead fits in the crook of his shoulder and you exhale deeply, swallowing the mix of confusion and sorrow suddenly rising in your throat. His arms snake around your waist, holding you firmly against him, unwaveringly confident in his ability to keep you safe. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Satoru,” you whisper on his skin, swallowing thickly again. “I was doing so well and now I’m not. I don’t know what happened.”

“You don’t have to know what happened, baby. You know that something is off, and that’s what matters.”

“How is that more important than the reason why this is happening?”

“Because it means I can help you through it, even if we don’t know what triggered it,” he replies without hesitation and a few tears escape down your cheeks. It feels good to cry on his shoulder and have him hold you, even when you don’t feel worthy of love. “Let’s eat, and then we can go back to your bed. Is that okay?”

“Mhmm,” you hum and his lips press a line of kisses on your forehead. His eyes suddenly widen and you can’t help laughing when your ears pick up the sound of his stomach rumbling, loud and persistent. “When did you last eat, baby?”

“I was waiting until I got here and the car ride was torture,” he laments, returning to his typical, dramatically lovable demeanor. 

“Thank you, Satoru. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. You deserve the world and so much more, and I would give them to you if you asked.” 

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