#taking a sip of my drink and yanking his head back by his hair so I can spit some of it in his mouth

[milkyhoneybee]

Wish it was more socially acceptable to grope men's tits and slap them on the ass in public, maybe pull them into my lap and tell them they're pretty

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

𝝑𝑒 ． BIGGGGGG GUY ! 𝒻𝓉．𝓂𝓎𝒹ℯ𝒾𝓂ℴ𝓈

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 tws : nsfw/smut. fem!reader, size kink, breeding kink, kitty mydei (hybrid), mate pressing, cūm play, nipple sucking, holding orgasm, squirting, multiple of rounds, sub reader & dom mydei, biting, spanking, no preparation, heavy dubcon and hair pulling.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 synopsis : your big kitty is in heat. (minors do not interact!)

You didn’t know what it meant when Mydei started acting strange.

He was already quiet, intense, a little too sharp-eyed for a hybrid you were told was “tame.” But the way he moved around you now? Stalking. Pacing. His tail swished behind him, low and tense, and his golden eyes stayed pinned to you no matter what you were doing—folding laundry, sipping water, brushing your teeth. He watched like he was starving.

And you didn’t know hybrids went into heat.

Not until he snapped.

It was late. You padded barefoot into the kitchen for a drink, wearing one of his oversized black tees and cotton panties. You didn’t expect him to be there—leaning against the counter shirtless, chest rising with shallow breaths, sweat curling golden hair to his temples, tattoos glowing faintly red beneath the skin.

He turned when you entered.

His pupils were wide. Almost blown out.

“…Master.”

You paused. “Mydei?”

“You smell sweet,” he rasped. “Wet, I can fucking taste it.”

Your thighs clenched. “W-What?”

His head cocked slowly. His ears twitched. And then—he lunged.

You gasped as your back slammed against the fridge, breath stolen by the sudden grip of big hands dragging your legs around his hips. His cock pressed hot and heavy through his sweats, grinding between your thighs. You squirmed, but he growled—a guttural, chest-deep snarl—and pinned your wrists above your head in one hand.

“I tried,” he whispered, breath ragged against your neck. “Tried to be good. But I’m in heat. And you smell like you want it. So stop pretending.”

He yanked your panties aside and shoved his cock between your folds.

No prep. No warning.

You screamed—he was huge, thick, veiny, leaking hot against your slit. He didn’t slide in. He forced your pussy open around the blunt, aching head, inch by inch, dragging your slick out with every brutal push. You thrashed, gasping, overwhelmed by the stretch.

“M-Mydei, too big—!”

“You’ll take it.” His mouth was on your throat, kissing, sucking, biting. “You’re my mate now. This pussy belongs to me.”

You sobbed as he bottomed out. Buried to the hilt. It hurt—deep and too much—but the pressure made your pussy flutter, desperate and needy.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, tail whipping behind him. “Like you were made to get stuffed full of my cock.”

He rutted into you like an animal. Fast, heavy, loud. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the kitchen as your body bounced against the fridge. He licked up your neck, sucked your nipple through your shirt, then ripped the fabric open to get at your bare breasts. His mouth was hot and wet, tongue swirling, teeth scraping.

You moaned. You couldn’t help it.

“Hold it,” he growled, hips pounding. “Don’t you cum. Not yet.”

Your legs shook. Your pussy clenched around him, dripping.

He pulled out suddenly—just enough to slap the tip against your clit. You jerked, whining. He slammed back in and you screamed, squirting messily between your thighs. Slick gushed around his cock.

He purred.

Low and vibrating.

“My messy little master,” he cooed, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “So wet for me.”

He dropped you onto the counter and knelt.

Then his tongue was on your pussy—long, rough, lapping through the cum and slick. He sucked your clit and licked around your folds, cleaning every drop, pushing two fingers in and spreading you wide to see it all leaking out.

You were crying now. Overstimulated, twitching.

“C-Can’t—please—!”

“Shhh,” he murmured, dragging his tongue up your slit. “I’m purring for you. You’re doing so good.”

He flipped you over and bent you over the counter.

The kitchen counter was cold under your skin, a shocking contrast to the heat pooling deep inside you. Your legs were spread wide, bent and trembling as they hooked over Mydei’s forearms, his larger body looming above you. His golden hair was wild and messy from the first round, the ends brushing your cheeks, his pupils narrowed and sharp in that soft, predatory way—half-lidded and drunk on you.

His cum was still leaking out of you from earlier, slicking your thighs, but that didn’t stop him. If anything, it only made him purr louder as he pressed his cock right back into your overstimulated cunt, slow and deliberate. He didn’t care that you were still twitching, still gasping. No—he relished it. He needed it.

“Still so tight,” he groaned, voice rumbling low in his throat. “Still squeezin’ me like you didn’t just milk me dry. Master’s pussy’s just made for me, huh?”

His tail wound tightly around your waist like a belt, the tuft brushing your tummy, reminding you of how deep he was. The stretch burned in the best way, and he didn’t thrust. Not yet. He stayed deep, all the way inside, hips flush against yours, mate-pressing. Pinning you. Claiming you.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, heavy with need again already.

He leaned down, nose brushing your cheek, nuzzling with affection completely at odds with how wrecked you already were. “Gonna make you take it all again, master,” he whispered, tugging your hair back so your throat arched for him. His lips found the soft skin there and kissed it, nipping with just a hint of fang. “This time, I won’t let any of it spill out. Gonna keep you plugged full.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, and you could feel him twitch inside you.

“That's it,” he purred, pressing in just a little deeper, making your back arch off the counter as you whimpered. “You feel that? That’s where it needs to be. Right there, nice and deep. Don’t run from it now. You were made to be filled.”

He rocked his hips just once, barely moving—but even that small shift made your body jerk. His cum squelched softly inside, making you feel every slick, messy inch of him.

“Y’really gonna squirt for me again, huh?” he breathed, watching your expression with greedy delight. “One little grind and you're already clenching up like a good girl.”

You couldn’t stop your body from reacting—everything was too much, too sensitive, too full. Your eyes welled up with tears from the pressure building again, and you reached for him blindly. He caught your hand in his, pinning it to the counter above your head with a gentle growl.

“Not yet,” he cooed. “Wanna feel you beg for it. You held it last time, you can hold it again, can’t you? Be good for me. Be a good little master.”

Your legs kicked helplessly, and he chuckled, cock grinding in slow, deep circles that made your toes curl. He nuzzled your cheek again like a pleased cat, while his other hand trailed down between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit in soft, slow strokes.

And that was it.

You came again with a strangled sob, pussy squirting around him, soaking his cock and your inner thighs and the counter beneath you. Your legs trembled as you tried to close them, but he held you open, watching the mess with a wide, possessive smile.

"Good girl,” he breathed, hips beginning to thrust now—deeper, faster, chasing his own high. “Fuck, look at you. So pretty when you lose it for me.”

The counter creaked beneath you, but he didn’t stop, hips snapping hard and slow, driving his cum deeper every time.

And when he came—again—it was with a shuddering gasp, pressing as deep as he could go, holding himself inside, keeping you stretched and stuffed.

Neither of you moved.

Not for a long time.

His tail stayed wrapped around your waist, his arms curled protectively around you as he nuzzled into your neck with a sleepy purr. “Still not done,” he murmured. “But I’ll let you breathe a master. Just for now…”

You were still on the counter, your back damp with sweat, your thighs glistening and spread wide, twitching from overstimulation. Mydei never pulled out—not fully. His cock stayed nestled inside, his cum lazily leaking around the base, warm and thick and dripping down onto the counter edge.

He hadn’t even softened.

You felt him twitch inside again, and before you could even catch your breath, he was moving.

“Round three, master,” he murmured against your skin, voice raspy and smug. “You didn’t think I was gonna stop, did you? Not ‘til this pretty pussy learns how to hold it.”

His hips rolled forward in one slow, deep stroke, and your entire body jolted, pleasure shooting through your core like electricity. You were beyond sensitive—your clit throbbed, your cunt spasmed—and he could feel it. He loved it.

“Still clenching like you’re begging me to stay,” he purred, lips dragging lower, latching onto your nipple without warning. His mouth was hot and hungry, tongue flicking fast, before sucking hard enough to make your back arch and your pussy clench again.

You cried out, voice thin and helpless.

His hand smoothed over your ass, caressing it lovingly—and then came the spank. A sharp slap that made your thighs flinch and your breath catch. Then another. And another. The soft sting echoed through the room, warmth blooming where his palm struck.

“Good girl,” he whispered around your nipple, still sucking, still grinding slow and deep inside. “You can take more. I know you can. Don’t you dare cum yet.”

You whimpered, squirming, begging with your eyes even as your walls fluttered.

His cock twitched inside you, thick and hot and impossibly deep.

Your legs kicked against his sides, but his arms caged you in, one hand squeezing your breast while his other hand slipped between your thighs to press your clit—slow, maddening circles, just enough to make your body spasm again. You choked on a moan, legs shaking violently.

“You hold it,” he growled. “You hold that orgasm ‘til I say. Be a good little master. I want this last one messy. Screaming. You hear me?”

You nodded weakly, tears in your eyes, pussy spasming around him while your body trembled with the effort of holding it back. His tail curled around your thigh again, dragging you open wider, hips thrusting harder now—sharp, deep, desperate.

“Now,” he snarled, voice thick and raw in your ear. “Cum for me now.”

You shattered.

You screamed as your orgasm hit you like a wave, squirting so hard your legs gave out, your pussy clenching and milking his cock with wild, spasming pulses. His name spilled from your lips over and over as your vision blurred.

He thrust one more time, deep and final, before he spilled inside you again, hot and endless, painting your insides full for the third time.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, panting against your skin, tongue lazily flicking your overstimulated nipple as you both came down.

“That’s it… that’s it, master,” he breathed, kissing your chest. “So full now. Bet you can feel it all inside. Makin’ sure it stays. You’re mine.”

He nuzzled against you, tail still curled possessively, cum trickling slowly down the curve of your ass onto the counter as he lazily rutted a few more times—just to make sure it took.

No one moved.

Just the sound of heavy breathing, his arms cradling you like a prize, his lips brushing your sweat-slick skin in sleepy kisses.

“I’ll clean up,” he whispered. “But not yet… Just wanna stay like this a little longer.”

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[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 almost out their relationship because they're just that whipped

Request: SVT being so whipped for their partner they almost outed their relationship.

A/N: It's kinda like a “oh no, did I just say/do that?!” moments for me lmao. Also, I used, “They/Them” here but let's just say they used a gender specific pronoun which kinda led them to fuck up even more...Also it low-key gives seoksoo, verkwan and junhao ship vibes TT

Seungcheol – Slipping Up in an Interview

He’s always been careful, okay? But today his is brain is not cooperating. During an interview, the members are joking about ideal types when the host asks, “What’s something you find irresistible in a person?” Without thinking, Seungcheol blurts, “When they pout because they want my attention.” The members snap their heads toward him. Joshua is choking on his drink. Vernon whispers "bro..." under his breath. Seungcheol realizes his mistake immediately, his ears turning red. He forces a laugh, “I mean—uh, you know, in a general sense. Hypothetically. Right?” His nervous chuckle does nothing to save him.

Jeonghan – Too Obvious with Fanservice

Jeonghan thinks he’s a genius at keeping secrets, but in reality he’s just so obvious. He always tells the fans he loves them, but somehow, every time he says “I love you,” his gaze instinctively flickers toward you in the audience. And then—he winks. Winks. At you. In the middle of a concert. Minghao nudges him, “Dude.” Seungkwan is facepalming. The fans start speculating immediately, and Jeonghan just sips his water like he didn’t almost out himself in 4K.

Joshua – The Accidental Instagram Clue

Joshua, being the aesthetic king he is, posts a random normal picture of his coffee and watch, thinking nothing of it. But what he does not realize is that the reflection in the spoon shows someone sitting across from him—you. Within minutes, fans are zooming in, analyzing every pixel. “WHO IS THIS?!!” Trends worldwide. The members tease him in the group chat, sending screenshots. Joshua just sighs, running a hand through his hair, muttering, Man, I really played myself.

LET IDOLS DATE FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Jun – Forgetting to Hide His Affection

Jun is always affectionate, he doesn’t even realize when he’s being obvious. So, when he spots you struggling to carry something backstage, he automatically takes it from your hands, in front of staff and half the members. The moment he does, everyone stares. Hoshi gasps. Jun blinks, realizing what he’s done. “Ah... I mean, uh, I do this for everyone?” He’s lying and no one believes him.

Hoshi – Screaming Your Name...by Accident

His emotions can get the best of him. One day during soundcheck, he’s hyping up the members. “YAH, LET’S GO! SEUNGKWAN, NICE! MINGYU, POWERFUL! BABY, YOU’RE—” silence. The stadium freezes. The members turn slowly. “Hosh...” Hoshi goes silent. His soul leaves his body. Then, suddenly, he yells, “AHHHH, CARATS MY BABY!!” He starts running laps around the stage to avoid any eye contact.

Wonwoo – Too Many Inside Jokes

Wonwoo is subtle, but his inside jokes are not so much. One time, on a livestream, he casually laughs and says, “That reminds me of something my par—” he stops. The chat explodes. “Your what, Wonwoo?” His expression is stone-cold, but his ears are bright red. He quickly changes the topic, but the damage is done. The speculations begin. And his company starts doing overtime hours.

Woozi – Forgetting You’re Not a Member

Woozi keeps things private, but his muscle memory betrays him. One day, while walking to a schedule, he naturally reaches out to grab your hand... in public. Minghao, walking beside him, subtly smacks his arm, whispering, “Hyung, no.” Woozi yanks his hand back like he touched fire, clearing his throat. “I, uh, thought it was one of you.” Carats does NOT believe him.

Dokyeom – Too Excited to Hide It

Dokyeom wears his heart on his sleeve. During a live, a fan asks about his ideal type. “Ahhh, someone who has a cute laugh, loves music, and—oh! And they have this habit where they scrunch their nose when they’re—” he freezes. The members stare. Seungkwan says, “You mean… like Shua?” to keep things in control as much as possible but Kyeom malfunctions. He screeches and ends the live immediately and that makes things even more worse ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Mingyu – Blurting It Out in Pure Panic

On a variety show, they’re playing a lie detector game. When asked if he has a crush, he confidently says “No.” BZZZT. Everyone erupts. Seungcheol, already enjoying this too much, asks, “So, who is it?” thinking he's comedian enough to make it funny but Mingyu in sheer panic, blurts your name. He outed himself. Pls—my man outed himself. The entire cast screams. Seungkwan falls off his chair. Mingyu is horrified. He buries his face in his hands, mumbling, Can I restart my life? He fr wants to restart his life.

Minghao – Slipping Up in Chinese

Minghao is careful...but his first language betrays him. In a Mandarin interview, he randomly mentions, “Oh, yeah, my baobei likes that too.” The moment the words leave his mouth, he stiffens. The interviewer raises an eyebrow. The members are staring especially Jun. He quickly clears his throat, “Ah, I meant—um—Carats. Our fans are all my baobei.” No one buys it. Not for a second.

Seungkwan – Talking About You Like It’s Normal

Seungkwan rants about you way too much without realizing it. In an live interview, he says, “Yeah, Y/N always says that—” stops. His eyes widen. He claps his hand over his mouth. The cast erupt with laughter. Seungkwan tries to run. He fails. Now, he has to spend the next five minutes convincing the camera, "No, no, no, you misheard! I meant my mom!"

Vernon – Forgetting the Camera is On

Vernon is way too comfortable on live. One time, he’s scrolling through his phone, half-paying attention, when he accidentally clicks on a message from you. It pops up for a split second. The chat explodes. The members who are also watching, start spamming his phone. He doesn’t even notice until Seungkwan texts, “END THE LIVE RIGHT NOW.” Cue Vernon panicking, fumbling with his phone, and mumbling, Oops, my bad.

Dino – Being Too Obvious About "Their Type"

Dino gets asked about his ideal type on a show. Trying to be subtle, he says, “Ah, someone funny, kind, and… um, someone who’s really supportive during my practice.” The members exchange looks. “So... like...?” The host asks since he's already too obvious and specific about certain someone. His brain shuts down when he realises. He stares at the camera like a deer in headlights. Then, he nervously laughs, “Hahaha... no, no, I mean, like… in general… not specific at all…” He fails miserably.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Sylus with the prompt: spitting in their mouth and making them beg.

Pls, thank you 🤗 he's a dom for everyone but he's just a lil bratty sub for me 😌

YES YES YES AND I REALLY NEED THIS AFTER HIS MYTH CARD DIDNT COME HOME

Dom!reader x sub!sylus - reader is gender neutral

Warning: teasing, spit, begging, humiliation

Anniversary event

“You are really something, sylus.” You stood in the doorframe to his room, leaning to the side and crossing your arms in front of you, a mocking smile on your face. “I was wondering why you’d invite me to your room, after that little dispute.” The room was dimly lit like always, the furnitures as spotless and elegant as ever, so doubt. But there were rose petals everywhere, really everywhere. On the bed, couch, table and floor. If you took a single step into the room, it’d be like walking on a rose field.

Alongside side the flowery scent caused by the seemingly fresh petals, there were also candles everywhere, lighting up the room. There he sat, on the dark red coloured couch, a glass of crimson wine in his hand, swirling the glass around before taking a small sip. He was going overboard with this ‘bloody red’ aesthetic. “Well sweetie, would you still care to share a drink?” The white haired male said, raising his chin to glance in your direction.

You thought about it for a few seconds, then sat down opposite to him. Then you grabbed the bottle and carefully filled your glass. “So demanding. What have you planned?” A light, calculated chuckle, him with his usual confidence that he’ll get whatever he wants, “you are making me sound like I’m some evil mastermind.” After a quick glance at him, you took a sip as well, it was bitter.

“Sylus, do you really think I’ll forget what happened just because you’ve decorated your room a little?” This time, you were the one laughing, “seriously, you have to try harder than this.” He raised a brow, twirling the glass around in his hand. Then he smirked at you, leaning forward to stabilise himself with his arms, “so? What do you have in mind, sweetie?” You scoffed, “can’t you think of something yourself?”

He stared at you for a few seconds, almost like he was waiting for you to give in, but you wasn’t going to play this game. Instead, you put your focus onto the wine in your hand. “Hah.. feisty kitten.” The male said while fumbling through his white hair. “Don’t call me that.” You snapped, pulling a grimace. He ignored it and stood up from his seat, walking around the coffee table and pinning you to the sofa, “will you accept my apologies now, darling?”

You grabbed his shoulder and pushed down, mumbling, “that’s not how someone asks for forgiveness. Do I really need to teach you?” His eyes had a spark of interest in them, and he followed your guidance until he kneeled on the floor before you. “Try to teach me then.” After a small pause, you leaned forward and yanked his head back, causing him to let out a sharp gasp, he frowned a little at your actions.

“Firstly, you have to show some sincerity and beg.” Even now he hasn’t stopped grinning, and it only fuelled your frustrations. That’s when he said, “alright, I beg for your forgiveness…” he stopped, wondering what nickname he should use “master?” now it sounds like he was mocking you. God bless your patience. “Secondly, don’t act so cocky when you are the one at a disadvantage.” You snarled, grabbing his chin to make him look up at you.

Sylus didn’t resist, he took your challenge head on and nodded, “what else, sweetie?” You sighed and drank the last bits of your drink, putting the glass away, using your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, “thirdly, obey whatever that person has to say.” His breath quickened, and he panted slightly. “Try again.” You ordered, and he stuck his tongue out to lick the tip of your finger, whispering in a soft voice, “please forgive me, y/n.”

It was better than nothing. “Now, open your mouth.” You said, changing your hold to grabbing his chin again. He furrowed his brows at that, and looked at you with a confused expression, “what have you planned?” Instead of answering his question, you reminded him, “rule three.” Though he was a little hesitant, he did as you asked. “Good, stick your tongue out.” You had such a commanding tone, it was fairly foreign to him.

It didn’t take long until he followed that order as well, waiting for what you’ve planned. You leaned over him, looking down, also sticking your tongue out. Saliva trickled from the tips of your tongue. The wait was long, torturous so until it finally dropped down right into his mouth. “You know what to do.” You smiled wickedly, then leaned back against the couch, watching his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed.

Soon, your attention turned to his flushed face. A faint blush covered his cheeks and he struggled a little to keep eye contact with you. The act of swallowing it wasn’t even half as shameful as the awkward, silent wait he had to endure moments before. Him, having to wait for you to degrade, to spit in his mouth. The self sure smirk has been wiped from his face, and so you commented,

“Good job, I’ll forgive you.”

[broidobe]

𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱

requested!

☾when a playful argument between nikki sixx and tommy lee over who’s better in bed spirals out of control, you offer to settle it the only way that makes sense—by taking both of them at once☽

☾warnings: smut, threesome (mfm), degradation, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, mild dom/sub dynamics, competition kink, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, size kink, spit play, slight restraint, teasing, aftercare☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚motley crue masterlist

the argument had started out as playful banter, the way it always did when nikki and tommy got a little too deep into their egos. you were perched on the couch between them, sipping on a drink, half-listening while they went back and forth.

"oh, come on, dude. there’s no way she prefers you over me," tommy scoffed, stretching his long legs out as he leaned back. "have you seen these fingers?"

nikki rolled his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette. "please, t-bone. we both know i know how to fuck properly. you just get in there and hope for the best."

you chuckled, swirling the ice in your glass. "you two sound like teenage boys measuring their dicks in the locker room."

"we could measure dicks," tommy joked, waggling his brows. "but i already know i win."

nikki groaned. "fuck off. you wish."

you leaned forward, looking between them, lips curling into a slow smirk. "or… i could be the judge of that."

the room went still.

nikki’s cigarette froze halfway to his lips. tommy blinked, then looked at you like you had just rewritten the laws of physics.

"what?" you teased, leaning in closer. "scared?"

tommy recovered first, grinning like a madman. "shit, babe, don’t threaten me with a good time."

nikki exhaled sharply, grinding his cigarette out in the ashtray. "alright, fuck it. let’s see who’s really the best."

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

the moment the three of you tumbled into the hotel room, it was chaos.

tommy had you pressed against the door in seconds, lips crashing into yours, all tongue and teeth, his hands gripping your waist like he wanted to leave bruises. nikki was right behind him, fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat.

"gonna see how much you can fucking take," nikki muttered against your skin before biting down, hard enough to make you gasp.

tommy growled. "nah, i’m gonna ruin her first."

your clothes hit the floor in record time. you barely had time to breathe before tommy had you bent over the bed, ass in the air, his big hands kneading the flesh. "fuck, look at this," he muttered, dragging a palm across your skin before landing a sharp slap that made you yelp.

behind you, nikki scoffed. "oh, you think that’s impressive? watch this." he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back as he kissed you deep, groaning into your mouth while tommy’s fingers trailed between your legs.

"she’s already so fucking wet," tommy mused, his breath hot against your spine. "think she likes us fighting over her."

"of course she does," nikki muttered, fingers trailing down your chest, pinching and teasing. "she loves the attention."

you whined, pushing back against them. "less talking. more fucking."

tommy chuckled darkly. "demanding, huh? gotta teach you some patience, baby."

the two of them worked in perfect sync, overwhelming you, pushing and pulling your body between them. nikki’s grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your breath hitch while tommy’s fingers moved with devastating precision, teasing you open until your thighs trembled.

"you gonna take both of us, baby?" tommy taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "think you can handle it?"

you whimpered, nodding frantically. "y-yeah."

nikki smirked, fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. "that’s my fucking girl."

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

by the time they were done with you, you were a wreck.

tommy was sprawled out beside you, chest heaving, a satisfied grin on his face. nikki had collapsed on the other side, fingers idly tracing shapes against your thigh. you were limp between them, body still trembling from the overstimulation, every nerve fried.

"so?" tommy finally asked, his voice hoarse. "who won?"

you let out a breathless laugh, rolling onto your side, meeting both their gazes with a lazy smirk. "mm. might have to go for another round to be sure."

nikki groaned. "jesus fucking christ, you’re insatiable."

tommy grinned. "i love this chick."

you closed your eyes, feeling their warmth on either side of you. fuck, you were sore. but goddamn, it was worth it.

[lovelytsunoda]

talk tonight | lance stroll

Summary: Lance Stroll saved her life in more ways than he will ever know

Pairing: Lance Stroll x female! reader

Warnings: angst galore please proceed with caution!!! insinuations of some unhealthy thoughts, girl was not in a good place. drinking and bad choices :) unexpected pregnancy with a happy ending <3

I wanna talk tonight // Until the morning light // 'Bout how you saved my life

"You saved my life, you know."

Lance looked over at YN, at the lost look on her face. They were sitting on the hallway floor, side by side and legs up to their chests, an awkward mirror of the first night they had met.

"If you hadn't come up to that roof, I don't know what I would have done. At the time, it scares me to think that if I had fallen, I probably wouldn't have cared."

She reached for Lance, holding his warm hand in hers, trying to ground herself amidst the uncertainty coursing through her veins. Her life had finally become stable again. Was that all about to change?

18 Months Ago

The city always looked so pretty at night, lit up in shining spots of light and color that shone through the dark skies. The rooftop behind her was littered with empty cans of Bacardi, a half finished cooler in her hand as she paced up and down the edge, perilously close to a fall.

The fall wouldn't kill her, it was nowhere near high enough, but she'd break a few bones. Probably both of her legs. Maybe an arm. Maybe it would be enough to finally stop being invisible all the time.

"Please don't jump."

The voice from behind her was so quiet, so unsure, that she almost slipped turning to face him. Seeing her lose her balance, the figure rushed forwards, grabbing her arms to steady her.

"Please. Whatever you're going through, its not worth it."

She scoffed, yanking her hands away. She relented, mentally making a compromise to sit on the ledge with her back to the street rather than tip toeing across it.

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do." He insisted "Come away from the ledge."

She glared at him, taking another swig of her drink. "Make me."

He was dressed smartly, in a pair of black slacks and a peacoat, his dress shirt open at the collar. His hair was mussed, in a way that made her think he wore it that way on purpose. Without a word, he strode over to her, picked her up of the ledge, and placed her back on the roof. The concrete was cold through her jeans, but she felt too numb to notice. The man sat next to her, hands firmly in the pockets of his jacket as they both leaned up against the wall.

"Every time I go on the internet, I see most of the world making fun of me. Telling me I don't deserve my job, my friends." He started, turning to look at her.

She took a deep breath, passing him the drink can. "I lost my job. My best friend started sleeping with my ex, and I feel like a background character in my own life. Like things are happening to me, instead of for me. Half the time, I'm invisible. At least people know who you are."

"Yeah, that's not always a good thing, you know."

She gave him a look as he took a sip of the Bacardi. "What is it you do for work that has you so hated?"

"I've got a rich dad in a sport full of people with rich dads."

"Yikes. What makes you so special?"

"Drove into a few walls early in my career." He shrugged. "It's part of the sport, all the greats have done it."

"Sometimes I wish I could just leave," She started, listening to the sounds of the city behind her. On the ground, a taxi driver honked at a cyclist, and a gaggle of giggling sorority girls left a country bar. "Get on a plane, not even caring where it's going, and starting over. New friends, new job. A fresh start."

"Not as nice as it sounds. After a while, I would think it would start to get lonely."

"My thoughts exactly. Although I don't have the most fulfilling life right now either."

They drifted into silence, neither one making eye contact with the other as her heavy head moved to slump to his shoulder. He smelled pretty, like expensive perfume, although the reasonable synapses in her brain told her that he was probably wearing a Dior cologne, and not Victoria's Secret for men.

"It just feels so heavy."

"I know, but its not forever. And if you give up now, you'll never see how great your life can be."

Now.

The alarm on YN's phone went off, and she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"Its time."

"Hey, whatever happens, I'm not going anywhere." Lance reassured her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I promise."

She stretched away from the wall, extending her legs as she reached for the plastic test lying just a few feet away from her on the apartment floor. She held it in shaky hands, counting on Lance's warm hand against her back to keep her grounded as she turned it over.

Positive.

"YN? Sweet girl, what does it say?"

"I'm pregnant." She said softly, passing the test to Lance. "We're having a baby."

Lance stared at it for a moment, a small disbelieving smile creeping over his soft features. "We're having a baby. Together."

"Yeah."

Lance pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her small body. He choked out a laugh, trying not to cry tears of his own as he pressed kisses against her greasy hair. "We're having a baby." he repeated in hushed whispers.

"Fuck, I love you so much." She cried, burying her face in his shoulder. "Thank you for loving me back."

"You never have to thank me for that. Loving you is as easy as breathing."

And somewhere in the embrace, she found herself thanking God for Bacardis and rooftops. Lance Stroll loved her at her lowest, and stayed with her at her highest. By her side with a supportive ear and strong arms to love her with. <3

[seancekitsch]

Can I request Jayvik x Reader? I'm so excited you want to write for Arcane

another little shortie but i like this dynamic 💖

Jayce hums a happy tune despite his lateness, excited that today was going to be the beginning of a new project in the lab. He knew that Viktor and you were already at the lab setting things up, having gotten up way earlier than him this morning. But even with his lateness, he has treats. For you there’s a garlic bagel with chive and onion cream cheese and a hot cup of tea, for Viktor a chocolate croissant and some sweet milk, and for himself an iced mocha and bacon egg and cheese on an biscuit with hot sauce. He shifts the bag under his cup carrier, yanking the door open with a free hand as he concludes his song, ready for the greeting and praise the two of you will give him when he shows off the breakfast haul.

Only, he’s not greeted with hugs or loud greetings or praise for remembering everyone’s breakfast order. Instead he hears hushed voices, quiet moans coming from the far side of the room.

Viktor has you on his lap, your cardigan discarded on his desk as he presses sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Right there?” he asks you, and then dives back in, Jayce can see that with this kiss his tongue even darts out to lick at your pulse point. You encourage him with a moan, throwing your head back.

“Should I be jealous?” Jayce speaks up, placing the food and drinks on one of the tables as he steps forward. You dont break away from Viktor or his kisses, but you do call out his name, an excited moan of a noise that beckons him closer. You unwrap one of your arms from Viktor, holding it out until Jayce reaches out to grab it, and you easily pull him in closer to the embrace.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Viktor explains, his lips wet and shining in the lamp light, “So I started conducting my own little experiment. You see, I wanted to find out what spots made her… react the most.”

“Wanna test his hypothesis?” you ask, and then your lips press against his thumb, kissing from the base to the tip , letting the his thumb rest on your bottom lip. Jayce knows this game of yours, and plays along gladly, pressing his thumb past your teeth, letting it settle on your tongue. Greedily, you start sucking on his thumb as Viktor goes back to attacking your neck, no doubt leaving marks on your pretty skin. It’s almost too much already for Jayce, who wishes neither of you had left the apartment this morning so that you could continue this on the nice fluffy bedding instead of Viktor’s desk. Either way, Jayce practically short circuits when you hollow out your cheeks around his thumb, locking eyes with him as if daring him.

Jayce pulls you up from Viktor’s lap then, his earlier guess correct as you cry out when Viktor’s teeth graze your neck a little too harshly at the action, and Jayce takes the time to kiss you deeply. His tongue is quick to slide between the seam of your lips, hot and hungry and still tasting of the sip of mocha he had on the way over. You kiss back eagerly, but you always do, always showering your men in endless affection and attention. Your hands tangle in his hair as you pull on the shorter strands at the base of his skull, everything to work him up but—

“Wait! Shit,” Jayce pulls back from you as a string of mumbled expletives leave his mouth, “breakfast is gonna get cold if we don’t eat it quick.”

He grabs the bag and passes out each of your items, and you follow suit to grab yours and Viktor’s drinks to bring back to the desk, taking your seat back on Viktor’s lap.

“Oh Jay, you shouldn’t have!” you tell him, “my breath is gonna be so stinky after this!”

“Eh, I like it,” Viktor shrugs, and the two of you look at him as if he’s gone mad.

“What? It is… endearing. It is your stink,” he explains, and unwraps his chocolate croissant before either of you can respond.

“So we’re gonna continue this little experiment after we fuel up?” Jayce asks, taking a seat on top of the desk.

“As long as both of you take extensive notes,” you tell him, and both of your men agree to that.

[cmncisspnandmore]

All Hands on Deck- Part 2

Pairings: Poly!141 X Wife!Reader.

Warnings: Smut, this whole things is filth, some angst and fluff thrown in.

A/N: I had no intentions of this Poly141 one shot i wrote turning into a series, but i couldnt get their family out of my head so i started writing and now look at us. 9k words into a part 2. Ooopssss. This is also not beta read, all mistakes are mine.

Word Count: 9713

Part 1

“It’s really not that complicated, Johnny,” Simon sighs, resting his head in his hands, his fingers pushing through the unkempt blonde locks.

“Sod Off,” the scotsman huffs as he grabs the three strands of hair on Kira's head again. You watch over the top of your mug. Two of your husbands are sitting on the couch, your oldest twin Kira sitting on the floor between her Da’s legs. One of your middle children, Isla sat between Simons. Johnny had been trying to learn to braid her hair, something you or Simon did most days.

“Left, over middle, right, over middle, and just repeat,” Simon coaches him, showing him once again on Islas long brown hair. 

“Yeah yeah,” Soap grumbles as he tries again, earning a yelp from Kira.

“Ouch! You pulled my hair!” her hands on top of her head as she turns to glare up at her father. 

“Sorry hen, didn't mean ta,” Soap apologizes leaning down to kiss her forehead. Simon finishes the braids in Islas hair, the 6 year old leaning back against his shins. 

“Daddy i’m bored, can i go play with Theo and Joseph now?” She whines, batting her lashes at him. Simon gives her a small nod, and her smile grows. “Thank you Daddy, good luck Da!” she calls as she scrambles to her feet and flees from the room.

“Isla lets play cops and robbers!” Joseph yells as he meets her in the hallway, he peeks into the room giving you and the others a small wave before he bounds off after his sister.

You take a small sip of your caffeinated beverage, the warm liquid warming your stomach as you drink. John had made you a cup and promptly deposited it into your hands as you walked down the stairs this morning,you were still in your sleep clothes. He had murmured about having to go finish some papers in the office on the 3rd floor before he disappeared. 

“Aye! Look at that!” Johnny exclaims as he ties the hair band around the end of the horribly loose and uneven braid going down Kira’s back. Kira’s hands go to the braid, small fingers running over it, she looks over at Simon, a frown on her face. 

“Well you tried,” Simon laughs, before motioning for Kira to sit in front of him. His large hands carefully pulled the hair band from her hair. He runs his fingers through it and quickly re braids it into a neat french braid. 

“You make it look so easy,” Johnny sighs, looking over at you, “both you and Si can work some witchcraft on their hair that I just can't get the hang of.” 

“It’s alright love,” You smile as you walk over, sitting on the couch next to him. Satisfied with her braid Kira slips from the room, off to join her siblings in their games.

“I just want ta help,” Johnny mumbles, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you into his side. 

“I know, but hair is not your thing, and that's okay, you help in many other ways,” you press your lips to his cheek, earning a small smile from him. “It took Simon a while to learn too.”

“Really?” Johnny murmurs his lip brushing across your cheek.

“Oh yeah, after we found out about the twins, and that we were having a girl, I think he spent every night until they were born practicing on my hair. Don't let him tell you he’s just good at it, there were lots of terrible braids and my hair being pulled,” you narrow your eyes at Simon and he gives you a small smirk.

Simon had spent almost every night braiding your hair, or well, trying to braid your hair. The first few weeks he mainly just yanked your hair out while you tried to explain the process to him. Once he made such a huge knot in your hair you were afraid you were going to have to cut it out. Kyle had found you sitting on the bathroom counter, sobbing because you couldn't get the snarls out. Thankfully after an hour of you and Kyle working on the knots you were able to get it out. 

Simon had felt terrible about it, and didn't touch your hair for a week after that. It took you begging him to try again for the man to even brush your hair for you. Eventually he got good at the basic braid and you taught him how to do a french braid and a few other hairstyles. 

“Does that mean i can practice on ye?” Johnny's big blue eyes flutter at you, earning a harsh roll of your own.

“Maybe, if you're good.”

Simon stands from the couch, stretching his large body, black tee shirt pulling taught against his chest. “I’m gonna go shower, Lovie, do you need anything?” He looks down at you in Johnny arms, your head resting on his shoulder.

“No, thank you,” you flash him one of your signature smiles, his own lips curling up slightly at the edges. Simon leans down, his large hands cupping your face as he presses a long slow kiss to your lips. Love, adoration and happiness poured into the kiss, he nips your bottom lip gently as he pulls away. Johnny letting out a low groan at the display.

“Steamin’ Jesus..” the Scotsman groans, his head flopping back against the couch as Simon walks away, your cheeks flushed.

“Such a perv Mactavish,” You laugh, and he lifts his head, narrowing those baby blues at you.

“Can’t help it Mo Chridhe, watching you kiss the others does something to me,” he whispers, large calloused hands gripping your waist as he hauls you into his lap. Your knees settle on either side of his muscular thighs. Your hands resting on his shoulders as he blatantly stares at your breasts. “Shame, Hope’s weaning, I fuckin’ love your tits like this.” 

Air rushes from your lungs, your eyes fluttering shut as Johnny nips at the sensitive skin of your breasts. Your forehead rests on top of his head as his lips tease at the tops of your breasts, “Johnny…” you breathe.

“Miss you hen,” Johnny’s breath tickles your skin as he trails kisses up your chest to your neck. His hands knead the flesh of your waist as he pulls you down against his lap, his cock pressing against you through the fabric of his jeans. 

“The kids…” You breathe, your breath coming out in small pants as his lips sucks on the curve of your neck and shoulder. 

“The others can watch em’ they got their turn with you last night,” He mumbles.

He wasn't wrong, last night Kyle and John ravaged your body like it was lost treasure, the pair of them having cornered you in the kitchen after the kids had gone to bed. Simon was trapped in Theo’s room with the toddler sleeping against his chest, Theo had a cold and had been right miserable all day. Needing to be held by you or one of his dads. Johnny was putting Hope to bed, the now 14 month old going through a sleep regression, needing to be rocked to sleep. You werent exactly quiet as John and Kyle fucked you over the kitchen counter. Taking turns slamming into you, your screams and moans floating up the stairs. You know Simon and Johnny heard you, and it only added to your pleasure. 

A startled squeak leaves your lips and Johnny shifts you, tossing you over his shoulder as he stands from the couch. His hand coming down on your ass with a sharp crack. He carried you through the house, you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You passed the kids in the playroom, Kyle sitting in a chair in the corner, his eyes lifting from his book as you pass. 

“Da? Why is Mama up there? Was she naughty? Is she going to time out?” Isla wonders, coming to stand in the doorway of the playroom. Her big blue eyes gazing up at you, although your view is mostly upside down you still see Kyle's smug smirk from the chair. 

“Aye Bonnie, She needs a time out,” Soap ruffles her hair with the hand that isn't hooked around your knees. “I’m just bringing her to her room, go play with your siblings. Maybe Dad will bring the lot of you downstairs into the basement for a movie in the theater.”

“Can we watch Encanto?!?! Please Dad!!” Isla yells, bounding over to her Dad. Kyle glares at Johnny, as your children swarm him all calling out different movies they want to watch. Even hope babbles happily at his feet. You give a small wave as Johnny carries you up the stairs towards the master bedroom. 

He flops you down in the middle of the giant bed you had custom made for all of you. You bounce slightly on the light green duvet, a laugh floating through the air. Johnny kicks the door closed, his hands finding the hem of his light blue shirt as he drags it off him. His toned stomach and chest are on display. He stalks towards you, like a lion hunting prey, his blue eyes dark with desire. 

Your cheeks flame, heart pounding against your ribs. Johnny cage's you against the bed, strong arms locking your wrists above your head. His lips brush against yours as he slots his knee in between your thighs. 

“Mmm.. want me all to yourself Johnny?” You whisper, looking at his face through half lidded eyes. 

“For now.. Haven't had you all alone for a while. Not that I mind sharing you with the others… I love watching them work you up, making you moan, bring you to the edge with their fingers, tongue and cocks…” His soft pink lips brush against your skin with each word. A shiver shudders through your body at his words. 

He shifts to hold your wrists with one of his hands, his other coming to squeeze at your breast. He kneads the soft flesh there, a moan dragging from your lips. A small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Steamin’ Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he groans, pressing his face into the side of your neck. Your hips lift to brush against his, earning another small moan your Scottish husband. Johnny kisses up your neck to your mouth, his tongue invading your mouth. Your tongue tangles with his, your breath mingling. Heat sweeps through your body as you grind yourself on Johnny knee between your legs. 

“Need you Johnny…” You whine softly as he slips his hand under your shirt. His cool fingers toying with your nipple. You’ve never been so glad you didn't wear a bra in your life. Your hands are numb from the tight grip he has on your wrists. Body trembling as he kisses you senseless. 

Johnny wasn't always gentle with you in bed, he loved to overstimulate you, pushing you to the edge. He’d love to watch tears roll down your cheeks as you begged him to let you cum. He was probably the worst when it came to edging you, he would go for hours if one of the others didn't step in and save you. He was too impatient for that today, his large hands travel down your body, over the curve of your hips. Fingers slip into the waistband of your sleep short as he harshly tugs them down your legs. 

“So wet for me already, want me to stuff you with my cock? Make you cum all over it?” His voice is raspy as he slides a finger into your slick heat. God those fingers were something else. He always knew exactly where to touch you to make you squirm. 

“Please…” you pant, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.

He curls his fingers inside you before adding 2 more. Your legs tremble as you peek up at him from the mattress. His blue eyes burn into you, white teeth flashing behind his pink lips as he smiles at you. 

“‘M gonna fill you up, put another baby in you just so i can watch your gorgeous tits grow again,” he shifts letting go of your wrists. Your hands tingle and burn as blood rushes back into them. The sound of a belt hitting the floor, the bed dips under his weight as he climbs back over you. His calloused hand grabs the puffy flesh of your thigh, hooking it over his hip.

Johnny moans softly as his hand glides over his thick cock a few times, the tip red and swollen. Precum leaking onto the bed between your thighs. You swore each of your men were hand carved by gods. Your cheeks burn as Johnny looks down at you, your shirt bunched up over your breasts, pupils blown wide.

“Can’t wait anymore Hen, I gotta be inside ya,” Johnny moans, leaning over you once again, his chest brushing yours. The smooth skin of his chest sends tiny jolts of pleasure through you as it drags across your sensitive nipples. You gasp as he slips through your wet folds, a low groan pulled from his lips as he thrusts into you. 

“Fuck, harder,” you moan out, eyes rolling back into your head as he stretches you open. 

You didn't have to tell him twice, he picks up speed, sitting back on his legs as he grips your hips in his large hands. He uses his hands to pull you up his thighs, pounding into you mercilessly. Red hot desire burns in your core, your walls fluttering around his cock. Each thrust brings you closer and closer to your release. He pushes one of your knees to your chest, changing the angle to hit deeper. His right hand leaves your hip so he can use his fingers to circle your swollen clit. 

“You’re like a vice grip on me, dinnae if i can last long Mo Chridhe, you feel too good wrapped around me,” he breathes, his pace brutal.

“Cum for me baby,” You whimper, your own high teetering on the edge. 

His expert fingers circle your clit faster, adding more pressure as he slams his hips into yours. It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re tumbling over the  edge, Johnny groaning his release as falls forward. Shaky arms on either side of your head as his face dips into the curve of your neck.

You both lay there on the bed, Johnny half hard cock still nestled inside you, your chests heaving as you both catch your breath. You trail your hands up his back, fingers sliding into the hair of his mohawk. The damp strands catch on the diamond of your ring.

“You alright?” you laugh slightly, Johnny's entire body weight resting on you. His large form crushing you, but in the best way.

“Think i died and ended up in heaven, must be my guardian angel,” his lips brush against your neck, his stubble tickling you.

“Get off my wife, MacTavish,” Price's voice breaks through your post orgasm haze. The older man stands in the doorway, his back against the white wood door. His arms crossed over his chest, a teasing smile on his lips as he looked over your half naked state and Soaps bare ass.

“Sorry Cap’n, something about this vixen makes me wild,” Soap laughs as he gently pulls out of you, and rolls off you. He flops over on his back, lower stomach glistening with your mess. John rolls his eyes, and leans down plucking a towel from the half full laundry basket by the door and tosses it at Soap. 

“Clean yourself up, Kyle’s stuck in the theater with the kids watching some princess film, and Hope needs a nap.” John walks to the bed, his thighs hitting the edge of the mattress as he wraps a hand around your ankle and yanks you down the bed to him. His light blue eyes trail over your body, his gaze settling on the glistening apex of your thighs. A flare of desire passes over his face before he meets your gaze again. 

“I’ll rescue him, need me some baby cuddles anyways,” Johnny laughs as he pulls on his clothes. He leans over the edge of the bed and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, giving you a wink. “I love you Mo Chridhe,” he smiles, his hand ghosting over your lower stomach as he stands.

You blink a few times, head still fuzzy from your activities with Johnny. The bedroom door closes with a soft click, leaving you alone with John. His rough fingers trail up the smooth skin of your calf to your thigh. Skimming over the curve of your hip and settling on the side of your ribcage. His palm rising and falling with each of your breaths.

“Johnny take care of you Darlin?” He murmurs, thumb brushing over the side of your breast.

“He did, are you here to have your way with me too?” You breathe, teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip as you blink up at him. 

“I wish I could Darling, I want nothing more than to make you scream my name, have my cum dripping out of you. But I have to get to base, Laswell called and said she had something for me to look at, but couldn't discuss it on the phone.” He sighs, his fingers trailing to your hands and he gently pulls you up. 

God he hates the way your brows furrow, a small frown on your beautiful lips. He hates that he has to go, but they’ve been home for almost 5 months now. It was only a matter of time before something like this came up. He wished he could retire, the entire task force. But they were needed. He knew it. The rest of them knew it. You knew it. But it didn't make it any easier, knowing that one day your perfect bubble would pop. That your men would have to rush out the door at some ungodly hour to run headfirst into danger. It seemed to get harder and harder as each kid grew to understand what their dads did. How they might not come back. 

You let out a long breath, and force a smile onto your face. “I understand, can I entice you into a shower with me before you leave?” 

The look on your face was enough to make any man fold, let alone one as hopelessly in love with you as John was. He couldn't resist your big wide eyes blinking up at him, thick long lashes fluttering. He couldn't say no to you, even if he would get his ass chewed out by Laswell for being late.

“Simon better make room,” He chuckles, hands gripping your waist as he hauls you into his arms. Not caring that your bare cunt is leaking cum all over his shirt and jeans. He tosses his boonie hat onto the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist as you press your face into the side of his neck. His beard tickles your skin, as he shoves open the bathroom door. 

Simon glances up in the mirror, a light gray towel slung low on his hips. Board chest and back on full display as he watches his captain carry you into the steam filled bathroom. His brown eyes track you in the mirror until Price sets you down on the cool quartz countertop next to him. 

“Hi Lovie, you look thoroughly fucked, did John do this to you?” Simon muses, his chapped lips brushing your temple.

“No,” you chirp, a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Johnny got his hands on me, John’s going to shower with me. Care to take another?” You muse, earning a small chuckle from the tall blonde next to you.

“Wish i could Lovie, but I promised a very persistent 7 year old I would take her and her twin to the library so they can get a new book,” he roughly towel dries his hair with a smaller towel before he hangs it on a hook. 

Yu jut out your lower lip, “okay, fine,” you pout. 

“Don’t pout, your mouth is far too pretty for that. I’d much rather it be wrapped around my dick tonight,” Simon practically purrs in your ear. His teeth nipping your earlobe in promise. Price returns, and shares a look with Simon in the mirror before he stacks a fresh set of clothes for the both of you on the counter. 

“Be a good girl, I love you,” Simon kisses your lips softly before he leaves the bathroom.

“Love you,” You call after him as steam starts to billow out of the large walk-in shower, hot water cascading from the multiple shower heads. John settles between your thighs and grips the hem of your pajama top, pulling it over your head in one swift motion. Your own hands travel to the buckle of his belt as you quickly unlatch it, yanking it from the waist of his jeans and letting it tumble to the floor with a metallic clink.

Your deft fingers quickly undo the button and fly, one hand slipping into the opening to palm his half hard cock through his boxers. Your tongue darts out as you notice the wet spot on the front of his jeans from your and Johnny's mixed releases.  John inhales sharply, large hands wrapping around your wrist.

“Darling,” he warns, his voice low and tight.

“What?” You blink up at him, feigning innocence.

“We have to shower now if you want me to join you, can’t keep Laswell waiting all day..” He warns, but you don't stop. His cock growing under your tender touches. 

“We can shower…”  You purr, leaning forward your lips gently grazing the top of his boxers. John's abs contract as your breath tickles his happy trail, the smattering of dark hair that disappears under his boxers. Your tongue pokes out, licking a small wet line over his boxers, his now hard cock jumping as your warm tongue flicks over the tip through the fabric. 

The growl that leaves John's lips is almost feral as he grabs your hips and yanks you off the bathroom counter. He spins you, your hip bones hitting the edge of the counter, a delicious sting as they bite into the corner. John's gaze meets your in the mirror, his jaw set in a hard line, one hand pressing into the space between your shoulder blades. He forces you to bend over the counter, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“You spoiled brat, you want to be fucked is that it?” He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. “Want me to fuck you into the bathroom counter like the slut you are?” He tugs sharply on your hair, a gasp forcing itself from you.

“Yes, god, yes,” You moan, nipples hardening as they slide against the cold counter.

“I won't be gentle with you, I have things to do, I'm a busy man,” he warns, but it does nothing but excite you. It wasn't often you pushed John, you usually understood when he said he had things to do. But a part of you craved it when he was rough with you. John was most always gentle with you. As if he was afraid to break you, treating you like something to be savored. It was Simon who you often turned to when you needed someone to throw you around, leaving bruises on your skin. But there was a side to Price only you could draw out, when you knew he was stuck in his head of the things he needed to do. Lost in the responsibility of being Captain to the others, the one who inevitably makes the call for them to leave your home and storm into a warzone.

It didn't take much sometimes, just a little bratty behavior when you knew he was in a hurry. If you had been a good girl like Simon suggested you would have climbed into the shower without protest. Let John wash you tenderly under the stream of the shower and kiss you goodbye as you blow dried your hair. But instead you had pressed him, edging the line of his control by palming him through his boxers. The kitten lick through the thin fabric was the final straw for him. 

Now as he pulled his shirt off, and shoved his jeans and boxers down to the floor you can't help but pant. You never take your eyes off him as he glares at you through the fogging mirror. One hand gripped in your hair, the other wrapped around his throbbing cock. 

“This what you wanted? Getting me all worked up when you know I have to leave?” He asks, giving himself a few harsh strokes. Your eyes trail over his hand, your brain short circuiting as you watch him jerk his cock.

A sharp sting across your ass makes you yelp, johns palm cracking across the silky smooth flesh. “Asked you a question, I expect an answer,” he grinds out.

Y-yes sir,” your words tumble from your dry lips, tongue feeling stuck as he lines himself up with your still wet pussy. He nudges your entrance, and your eyes flutter shut. The tip of his cock slipping between your wet folds.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, and your eyes fly open at the exact moment he slams his hips home. A loud moan falling from your lips as he pounds into you. His hand is still gripping your hair. Your hip bones bite into the rounded edge of the sink. The sound of your skin slapping together fills the bathroom along with the water in the shower. The mirror starts to fog with your breath and the steam from the hot water. The mix of John’s cock driving into you and the humid air of the bathroom makes you dizzy. Your fingers dig into the smooth sink, grasping for purchase. John's cheeks flush as he continues his harsh assault on your body. 

“You take my cock so well, such a good little cum slut,” He rasps. Your eyes roll back into your head as he releases your hair. His hands wrap around the curve of your hips so he can thrust into you harder. You were definitely going to be bruised later. But you didn't care, the sight of John losing himself in you was everything to you. 

His fingers dig into your hip bones, short nails leaving small crescent shapes on the delicate flesh. “You like it don't you? Huh? Like the feel of my cock filling you up, want my cum to drip from your tight cunt like Johnnys, huh Darling? Want us to fuck another baby into you?’ his hand comes down on your already red ass cheek, a biting sting, he doesn't bother to soothe the red skin. His smile grows as his hand print leaves a raised welt, if there was one thing in common between all of your husbands was they loved marking you. 

Whether it was Kyle leaving tiny love bites across your stomach and thighs. Simon's finger prints bruised into your waist. John's handprints on your ass. Or Johnny's teeth marks across the plains of your breasts. They all had their subtle or well not so subtle ways of letting the others know they were there.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” John pants, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gets closer to the edge. “Touch yourself, make yourself cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are.” 

Your eyes watch his face in the mirror as you slide a hand between your thighs and rub fast, tight circles on your clit. Your fingers gliding effortlessly over the swollen nub, the mix of you and Johnny making the perfect lubricant. It only takes you moments to work yourself to the edge, your body practically humming already. 

John shifts his hips slightly, hitting that spot inside you that drives you crazy. You both fall over the edge with a shout. John's hips slamming into yours with one last rough thrust as he stills inside you. His cock twitching, your walls milking him. You collapse forward, gasping breaths wracking your body. 

John reaches forward, brushing the hair from your cheek. His fingers tuck the loose strands behind your ear. “Didn't hurt you, right?”

Your other cheek is pressed firmly against the smooth bathroom counter, the overhead lighting reflecting off the mica embedded in the white quartz. You give a small shake of your head. “No, I knew what I was getting myself into,” You push yourself up on shaky arms as John  slips from between your legs. The mixture of his and Johnny's cum dripping down your thighs. 

A harsh knock on the bathroom door breaks the moment.

“Price? Laswell called again, said she couldn't get ahold of you, asked me to tell you she needs you on base Asap,” Kyle's voice drifts through the bathroom door and you groan, turning to face John.

“Rain check on the shower, Darling?” Price’s fingers grab your chin softly.

“Rain check,” You agree leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his mouth. He pulls away all too soon for your liking, wiping himself off with a towel before pulling on his clothes. Pulling open the shower door you step into the hot stream, your body shaky and numb from the mind blowing orgasms. You tip your head back allowing the hot water to wet your hair, your eyes closed. 

A soft hand slips around your waist, your eyes popping open to see Kyle. His short black hair is dotted with water that bounces off you. A smile forms on your lips as he gently pulls you toward him. The hard expanse of his chest is a welcome home for your head. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, just holds you under the hot stream. His fingers absentmindedly stroking your soft skin. 

“It sounds to me like you had a very eventful morning,” Kyle teases, his lips brushing your forehead. 

“Oh? What makes you say that?”

“You know how Johnny is after he gets his way with you, he's like a kid in a candy store. He’s put Hope down for her nap and then proceeded to offer to bake cookies with Isla and Theo. Knowing full well he was going to have to clean the kitchen after that fiasco.” Kyle laughs, “and you weren't exactly quiet with John a moment ago.” 

Your cheeks grow hot, even after all this time you still couldn't help but feel shy when the other men knew what happened without them. It's not that you were ashamed, it was more to do with your upbringing. Your parents were strict, sex was a taboo subject, you didn't even know the basics until they taught you in health class. Your parents weren't a huge part of your life, they chose to put distance between you and your family when they found out you were dating 4 men.

They showed face at your wedding though, playing the doting parents of the bride. But the cold shoulder your mother gave you when you told her you were expecting her first grandchildren told you everything you needed to know. They weren’t okay with how you chose to live your life, they just cared more about their image.

“Where did you just go?” Kyle asks, his fingers under your chin tipping your face up to his.

“Hmm?” you hum, brows furrowed. 

“You got stuck in your head, where did you go?” His own brows furrow as he studies you. His long fingers brushing a drop of water from your cheek.

“I was just thinking about my parents…” you shrug halfheartedly. You tried not to let them bother you, telling yourself that you were better off without them. That your kids didn't need that in their life, they had 2 sets of wonderful grandparents who loved them more than anything. Johnny and Kyle's parents would find a way to give the kids all the stars in the sky if they could. 

“Baby,” Kyle breathes, his face coming closer to yours. “You don't need them, don't get lost in their ignorance.”

“I know.. Just.. I don't know,” You mumble, biting the inside of your cheek hard, the coppery tang of blood distracting you.

“Let me make it better,” he whispers, lips skimming yours. Kyle's kisses were always soft and sweet, just like him. His lips are as smooth as butter, as soft as cotton candy. He always took his time with you. Each movement is carefully thought out to bring you the most pleasure. His hands tangle in your wet hair, but unlike John there's no sharp sting. Just tender touches along your scalp as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

The low moan that vibrates through your chest is enough to encourage him to continue. Kyle's fingers trail down your neck and spine to the curve of your ass. His fingers knead the soft flesh there, soothing the raised handprints left by Price. His fingers grip your thigh softly as he hikes it up over his hip, allowing his hard cock to brush against you.

“Kyle… please,” You whisper, rolling your hips into him.

“I’ve got you, Baby,” he whispers against your mouth. He turns you slowly, your back hitting the cool tile wall of the shower. He captures your swollen lips in another searing kiss, as one arm lips behind your back, causing you to arch into him. His other hand wraps around his thick cock as he slides into you. You moan into his mouth, your kiss becoming more clashing teeth and harsh breathing than before. Your hand grip his muscular shoulders, your nails biting into the smooth brown skin. You can feel his muscles flex and contract under your fingers as he languidly slides in and out of you. 

“You’re so good to us,” he whispers against your skin, ‘always taking care of us, take such good care of our babies when we're away. You’re ethereal, a true goddess on earth just for us.” 

Kyle's praise brings tears to your eyes, what did you possibly do to deserve him? Or any of them? Kyle drags his hips along yours, and your legs begin to shake. Your body was spent, between Soap and Price, you weren't sure if you had any more in you. But it doesn't stop Gaz, he just picks up his pace slightly. Nothing compared to either of the men before him, but enough that the coil in your stomach is now twisting tighter, and it’ll only be a matter of moments before you shatter in his arms. 

Gaz’z lips trail down your jaw and neck as he sucks along the smooth skin there. Quiet pants being coaxed out of you with each one. His lips seal around your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity skittering across your skin. 

“Fuck, Ky- I cant,” you whine, the burning in your core too much, as he drags his cock out of you before pushing back in at an agonizingly slow pace. His teeth graze your nipple as he pulls away. His mouth peppering your chest with wet open mouth kisses. His saliva mixes with the warm water leaving your chest shiny under the bathroom lights. 

“Yes you can Baby, I know you can. Just one more, for me,” he coaxes, his hand slipping between you, to rub your overly sensitive clit. His fingers tapping with the lightest of touches, and you break. Your walls are clamping down on him. Tears roll down your cheeks as you come with his name on your lips. 

His hips stutter as he follows you over the cliff, his own orgasm ripping through him as he lets your leg fall. Both your feet now firmly on the ground as he presses his forehead to yours. You both pants, the air between you becoming stifling with the humidity from the shower. You wrap your arms around his chest, allowing your head to lay over his rapidly beating heart. Your hair clinging to his skin as he adjusts the shower head above you, allowing more hot water to pour over the both of you. 

You stay like that until you're both able to breathe normally, and Kyle begins to gently wash you. He brushes the plush washcloth that's lathered in vanilla scented body wash over your body. He kneels in front of you, gliding the cloth up your legs to your thighs and ass. He's gentle where prices hands have left a mark. 

He presses small kisses to the bruises that are forming on your hips from the countertop. Before he stands, pouring some strawberry scented shampoo into his hands and working a rich lather into your hair.You both enjoy the quiet, neither one talking much except for when giving instructions to rinse off. 

After you return the favor of washing Gaz, he gets out of the shower, pulling two towels from the warming rack and wrapping one around his waist. The other he secures around yours. He spends the next 30 minutes lathering you with lotions and blow drying your hair. He glances at you through the bathroom mirror as he pushes up the sleeves of his shirt. His white teeth flashing at you as he smiles.

“You alright baby?” 

You nod, pulling on one of Simon's oversized black hoodies. It falls to the tops of your thighs, and you have to roll the cuffs of the sleeves up so you can use your hands. Kyle presses a kiss to your cheek, his warm lips lingering on your cheek for a moment.

“You look tired. Why don't you lay down for a nap?” he suggests, his fingers twirling a piece of your hair. 

You could use a nap, but you have things to do. Anxiety gnaws at you, you know that they’ll be leaving soon. It's not hard to interpret the messages behind Kate wanting to see John on base. That's how it normally went, she would ask him to come to base to discuss something. John would disappear for a few hours, sometimes late into the night before he came home.  He would talk to the others first, usually Simon, then Kyle or Johnny whoever he could find first. Then he would seek you out. He’d pull you into him, his beard tickling your cheeks as he peppered your face with kisses. 

Then he’d lay it on you, tell you that they were shipping out, either in the morning or in the next few days. You always tried to be strong, to put on a brave face especially if the children were still awake. Then you would watch as he told each of the children what was going on. Kira and Joseph would hold their younger siblings as they cried, begging their fathers not to go. Your heart shattering in your chest as you watch the four men in your life try to reassure them that they would be back. Eventually the younger kids would settle, the twins distracting them with games or snacks. 

It wasn't until they had left, and the kids were all in bed that you allowed yourself to fall apart. Huddled alone in your giant bed, surrounded by their pillows that you would let the tears fall. Sometimes one of the kids would climb into bed with you, their own attempts at comforting themselves. The time where your husbands were gone felt like wading through chest high mud. Each action needs twice the amount of effort than normal. You didn't have enough hands it seemed, there was always someone needing something. Someone had practice or a project they needed done. A baby was sick or going through a milestone. A faucet would leak or you’d forget entire meals when grocery shopping. You chew your bottom lip, spinning your engagement ring and wedding band around your ring finger. 

“No i'm okay, I’m gonna go see if Johnny needs any help with Theo and Isla,” you smile softly pressing a quick kiss to Kyle’s cheek before slipping out of the bathroom.

You can hear Johnny talking with Isla and Theo, his accented voice easy to pick out. You pad down the hallway to the kitchen. From the large archway you see Johnny standing behind Isla and Theo who stand on little helper stools. Theos light brown skin is dusted with flour, and his brown curls are pushed out of his face with a pair of bright purple bunny ears. Isla peers over the bowl, her finger dipping into the dough. A glob of cookie dough makes it way into her mouth, a sly smirk on her lips as she thinks Johnny didn’t see her.

But the demolition expert did see it, you can tell by the way his mouth slants upwards, the slight shake of his head. Theo reaches into the bowl, his little fist gripping the chocolate chip cookie dough like it was a life line. But instead of shoving it into his mouth he uses his other hand, attempting to roll the dough into a ball. It squishes through his fingers and lands with a wet plop on the counter. His big brown eyes look up in panic as the sticky dough clings to his hands. 

“Oi lad made a fine mess of yerself don’t ya?” Johnny laughs, scraping the excess dough from Theos outstretched hands. 

“Da, do you think mama will like the cookies?” Isla wonders, using a dough scoop to scoop out portions of cookie dough, she plops them on a baking sheet. A little too close together but Johnny just moves the small mounds over a bit.

“I think she’ll love em, your mama loves everything you make for her,” he ruffled her hair with his clean hands. Coming to stand behind Theo as he helps him scoop out his own dough with another scoop.

“Sometimes when all of you leave, I can hear Mama crying… Papa left to go see aunt Kate.. that means you’ll leave again soon…” Isla looks down at the cookie sheet, her bottom lip between her teeth. You can see her shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath.

“It’s okay to be sad when we leave, lala girl. Sometimes Mama’s get sad too,” he crouches down next to her, his finger hooking up her chin as he looks at her.

“Why do you leave if it makes Mama and us sad?” She leans into his hand, her smaller hands coming to rest on his cheeks. Theo jams the cookie scoop into the bowl too young to understand the conversation.

“Well, papa, Daddy, Dad and I have really important jobs. And those jobs sometimes make it so we have to go far away to capture bad people, and stop them from hurtin others. Like how Batman stops the joker, and police officers catch bad guys.”

“Olice Officer! Wee woo wee woo!” Theo yells, the scoop clattering to the counter, as he claps.

“That’s right, “ Johnny laughs, “but we’ll always come back to you, you guys and your Mama are the most important things in the world to us. So we try our hardest to always come back. Can you do me a favor tho Lala girl?” He asks, and Isla nods eagerly.

“The next time you hear your Mama cryin’ I want you to give her the biggest hug ever okay? And don’t be afraid to tell her it’s okay to be sad too. I think sometimes Mama forgets she can be sad, because she’s so busy trying to make sure none of you bairns are sad.” Johnny gives her a soft smile.

“I can do that Da, can we finish the cookies now?” She grabs the scoop again and looks at Theo and Soap.

“Of course,” he smiles again and you duck out of the archway, just out of sight. Your eyes burn, but you blink back the tears and take a moment to compose yourself. You didn’t realize that Isla had heard you crying. You tried desperately to be quiet, but Islas' room was across the hall and she must've heard you while she went to the bathroom. 

You take another deep breath and step out into the kitchen with a smile on your face as you walk to the large kitchen island.

“Mama! Mama!” Theo yells, “We are making you cookies!” 

“Cookies? For me? Thank you baby,” You lean down pressing a kiss to his messy curls, the purple bunny ears poking you in the face. You look over the 4 large cookie sheets that are dotted with cookie dough.

“Wow it looks like you guys made enough for everyone, huh?” You smile at Isla and she nods. 

“Yeah! Da said we had to triple the recipe because there are soooo many of us,” She explains, scooping another ball of dough from the large metal bowl. 

“That's true, there are a lot of people in our house. Do you know how many?” You slip into a bar stool, your eyes catching Soaps above Theos head. He gives you a panty dropping smile and a wink.

“Uh,” Isla thinks hard for a moment, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “Theres Me, Theo, Kira, Joseph and Hope, that's 5… Mama, Papa, Dad, Daddy and Da. That's 5 too… and 5 plus 5 makes 10!” She beams. “There's 10 people who live in our house. Right Da?”  She looks over her shoulder.

“That's right Lass, 10 people so far,” he raises his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“So far? What does that mean? Why are Mama’s cheeks so red?” She scrunched her brows looking between you and Johnny.

“Nothing baby, Da is just being silly,” you roll your eyes. Isla shrugs and goes back to her job. Between her and Theo it doesn't take long for the cookie dough to be laid out on every cookie sheet you own. You help Johnny by putting them in the large commercial size stove, even with your giant oven you can only fit 4 cookie sheets at a time. After Johnny cleans up Theo and Isla he starts to work on the dishes, you perch yourself on a bar stool and watch as he methodically washes each dish. 

The sounds of Theo and Isla playing floats through the house as they play in the large playroom at the front of the house. Kyle comes into the kitchen and places his hands on your hips, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. 

“The cookies smell good, good to know Johnny didn't mess them up,” he teases. Johnny looks over his shoulder narrowing his eyes at Gaz.

“Oi, it was one time, and it wasn't even my fault!” He huffs.

“No you’re right you just decided to let the twins measure everything out and they put half a cup of salt instead of a teaspoon,” Kyle laughs.

“Shall we talk about your lasagna, then?” You look up at Kyle and his smile drops.

“You said you wouldn't bring that up,” he grumbles, his hands squeezing your waist softly.

“Did i?” You feign innocence, batting your lashes at him.

“Cheeky woman,” Kyle mutters, peppering your face with feather light kisses.

“Keep that up and I might have to steal you for round 2..” Soap's voice is rough and low as he looks at you and Kyle.

Your cheeks blush for what feels like the millionth time today, and you shake your head. “You’re insatiable,” you roll your eyes, slipping from the stool and walking towards the door. “Don't let the cookies burn!” You call over your shoulder.

“Ah Steamin’ Jesus!” Johnny curses.

You walk down the hall, peeking your head into the playroom, to see Isla and Theo sitting in a large bean bag chair, Theo peering over the edge of the learning tablet Isla is playing with. A smile plays at the corner of your lips as you walk towards the staircase. You slowly climb the stairs, pausing briefly at Hope's bedroom door to look in. The 14 month old lays on her stomach, her bum up in the air, stuffed bunny tucked in her arms as she sleeps. You quietly close the door and climb the second staircase up to the 3rd floor of your house. There were 3 rooms up here, a small half bath, John’s office, and a guest room used only when Kyle or Johnny's parents came to visit. 

You pull open the french doors to John’s office, stepping into the warm room. The hunter green walls lined with heavy oak bookshelves, his large desk sat in the middle of the room facing the floor to ceiling window. An old leather couch sits along one wall and you sink into the soft brown leather. Your fingers brushing across the cracked and worn material. You pull the fluffy green blanket off the back and wrap it around yourself. Your knees pulled up to your chest, your chin resting on top of them as you stare at the landscape outside the window.

Your fingers picking at the loose threads on the blankets. You came up here to get some alone time. No one usually ventures into John's office when he isn't home. Your mind drifts as you watch the fluffy white clouds roll by. Your eyes grow heavy as you enjoy the quiet.

You must've dozed off, your body jolting awake when a hand touches your shoulder. Your head whips up, eyes meeting a pair of dark brown ones.

Simon. Those eyes belonged to Simon.

The tension leaves your shoulders as he crouches next to the couch, his broad shoulders block the light from the window. His blonde eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you. Those dark eyes studying every part of your face. 

“Hi,” you whisper, voice still thick with sleep.

“Hi Lovie, you alright?” He asks, his large hand taking your much smaller ones.

“I’m okay, tired,” you shrug, your fingers wiggling against his palm. “How was the library?”

“Good, Kira and Joseph got 2 books each, and they brought home a few for the younger kids. They’re all in the kitchen eating cookies with Kyle and Johnny. Are you sure you’re okay?” He squeezes your hands again. 

You sigh, Simon had a way of seeing right through you. Your other husbands did too, but they often erred on the side of caution when it came to confronting you about it. At some point or another they had pushed just a little too hard when you were having a bad day and you snapped. Basically chewing their heads off before you burst into tears. The other 3 had panicked, not sure what to do, their efforts to comfort you had ended with you hitting their chest as you told them to go away. Cursing at them for pushing you on things you weren't ready to talk about. They had quickly learnt that you would come to them when you were ready. But Simon on the other hand didn't care. He welcomed your outburst, taking each emotion with stride. He’d let you beat on his chest until your arms hurt. Until your anger gave way to your true emotions. 

“No.. im not okay,” you relent. Simon just looks at you, waiting for you to explain.

“I know you're going to be leaving soon, and I know at this point I should be used to it. It's been 8 years of deployments. But it doesn't get any easier.. And now the kids are starting to get to the age where they ask questions, wanting to know what you guys do while you're gone. They're starting to understand that what you're doing is dangerous. I don't know how I'm supposed to explain to them what happens if one of you doesn't come home…” you trail off, feeling a weight settle on your chest.

“I can't promise we’ll come home, I won't lie to you and tell you that we will. I’ve never sugar coated that. But you’re stronger than you think Lovie, I know that you can handle everything here. You’re an amazing Mum to our kids. You’re so kind to them, so patient. I know it's hard when we're away. But I promise we won't be doing as many missions as before. Price has had a few meetings with Kate about us stepping back, training a new team to take our place. We don't want to lose any more time with you and the kids. Besides, I've heard through the grapevine that we have a more important mission here.” He brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Oh? What's that?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Something about knocking you up again,” he smiles like a cat who got the canary. He shifts forward on his knees. Large hands pawing at your sides as he drags you down the couch. His hand flicking open the button of your jeans. Your chest heaves as he leans forward pressing a soft kiss to the skin below your navel. Goosebumps erupt on your skin Simon flicks his tongue out, wetting your skin.

“Simon…” You breathe, your hands tangling in his soft blonde hair. 

“I know Love,” he murmurs against your skin, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your jeans and panties, tugging them down in one swift motion. You reach for his own waistband, undoing his belt in one swift motion. His brown eyes burn into you as he slides his hand up the inside of your thighs and drags them through the wetness that pools between them.

“Such a good girl for me, always so ready for me,” Simon praises, his eyes straying to the bruise marks on your hips from when John fucked you into the bathroom counter. “Looks like someone already played rough with you today. How did that to you Love? Those weren't there when i left you in the bathroom this morning, tell me was it Kyle or John who bruised that pretty skin of yours.” He slips a finger into you, and you groan, your inner walls fluttering around his thick digits.

“John..” you moan as he curls his fingers into you hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“Did Kyle fuck you too?” He asks, his other hand palming his hard cock through his boxers. 

“Mmmm, yes..” you pant, your hands wrapping around his wrist as he fucks you with his fingers. 

“Must be my turn then, huh,” he kisses you softly, his lips slanting over yours for a moment, stealing your breath away. “Want me to fill you up? Stuff you full of my cum like the others? Fuck a baby into you?” 

“Ahh- yes, Si.. Please,” you gasp and pant. Back arching off the couch as you press your hips into his hand. Grinding your clit against the heel of his palm.

“Fuckin’ hell, such a good girl,” Simon groans as he pulls his hand from your dripping pussy. Shoving his jeans down his thick thighs, he grabs your ankles spinning you on the couch so your back presses into the cushions. Your thighs spread, ass hanging off the seat. He leans up on his knees, his cock nudging your tight entrance. One hand grips the flesh of your thigh as he holds you from falling off the couch. The other wraps around the column of your throat. He gives it a gentle squeeze, not enough to cut off oxygen just enough to restrict it as he bullies his cock into you. 

Your vision blurs as he thrusts into you, his pace steady and even as he fucks you into the couch. Loud moans tear from your throat as he pounds into you. Your body trembles as his cock rubs against your walls. 

“Cum for me beautiful,” He grunts, applying more pressure to your throat. Tiny black pin pricks dance in your vision as he picks up his pace. Your legs trembling, Simon's brown eyes stare into you, his hips faltering as he gets closer to the edge. You moan loudly, air flooding your lungs as he releases your throat, and rubs tight fast circles on your clit. Your body tingles from head to toe as your orgasm rips through you. 

“Fuck!” Simon shouts as he stills inside you, his release painting your walls with thick white ropes of cum. He leans down pressing his forehead to yours as he breathes heavily. You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath as your legs stop trembling. 

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his once more.

“I love you too,” he whispers back.

You and Simon change into your clothes, and he settles you in his lap, big arms wrapped around your waist as you snuggle into him. Your quiet moment doesn't last long, the tell tale sound of boots on the stairs causes both of you to look over at the glass doors. John stands just outside of them, Hope resting on his hip, a small smile on his face as he takes in the sight of you and Simon on the couch. Hope babbles happily in his arms, her chubby fingers grabbing at the brim of his Boonie hat. He pulls open the doors and steps into the room. Hope clapping her hands as she sees you. 

“Mamamamama” She babbles, reaching out to you, and you open your arms for her. John carefully puts her in your lap and brushes his fingers along your cheek. You glance up your eyes meeting his own, and that's when you see it, the hard lines around his eyes, the rigid set of his jaw as he watches you. 

“When do you leave?” You ask softly, focusing your attention on the baby in your arms as she yanks on your shirt.

“Later tonight, after the kids are in bed,” he sighs, “I'm sorry Darling, I tried to get out of it. But Laswell needs us.” 

Simon presses his face into your shoulder. There goes your bubble. Popped.

Next: Part 3

[xxblairexxss]

Daddy’s girlfriend

Pairing : dad!Charles Leclerc x wife!mom!reader

Theme : Fluff

Just a short one since I’m trying to get rid of my writer block. 🩷 gonna start posting stories more frequent now!

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Your little girl is 2, yet she knew who would always say yes to her and who she would go to when she needed something.

It was her dad.

"Mommy! Open?" You looked away from the screen and saw her hand you a small on-the-go fruit juice pack she got from the fridge. Ever since she knew where you keep all her snacks now, she just wouldn’t leave the kitchen alone. One time she brought an apple because she wanted to bite it with your permission.

"No, honey. You can’t drink that.” Her grip on the packet was strong despite her small hand, as it didn’t budge when you tried to take it from her.

"Open? Please?"

"No, sweetheart. Can you give that to me, please?” Before you could tug at the packet again, she ran to her favourite.

"Dada open?"

Charles had his arm around your body as you leaned on him on the couch, so you felt it moved when he took the packet and twisted the cap open right in front of your face.

"Charles! Seriously? You didn’t hear me telling her no?” You sat up right away and glared at your husband, who tried to play it off by drinking the juice.

"What do you mean? It’s for me." He shrugged and took another gulp of the juice while your little girl went all giddy as she waited for her turn.

"I need to take my phone charger. Don’t! Charles, don’t give it to her, or she’ll always ask for it next time.” You left both of them and strode to your bedroom with the little trust you had in your husband to listen to you.

"Me! Me! Please?" The little one patted her belly, and stomped her little feet.

Charles moved the juice closer to her mouth and squeezed it just enough to give her a taste. "Don’t tell mommy you got this from me, alright?"

"More can?" She held Charles’s hands.

"Really?" He froze when he heard your voice with the packet just a few centimetres away from your baby’s mouth. When you came back to the living room, you saw your little girl jumping while clapping her hand, and that could only mean one thing. She got what she wanted.

"Dada, more!" She patted his lap, a little clueless as to why he stopped moving. "Dada?"

"Listen. She’s too adorable for me to say no, honey. Please don’t be mad.” Charles took your hand before you could yell at him and pulled you to sit by his side as he hugged you.

"Some more please?” She tugged on Charles’ hand that was holding the juice and squealed with excitement.

"Give her more, and you won’t be sleeping with me tonight.” You whispered and went back to your phone while he looked at you in surprise, feeling betrayed upon the threat.

"That’s unfair, honey.” He quickly closed the cap and hid it behind him. "It’s finished, princess. No more."

"Finish?" She shook her hands to get confirmation from her dad before waddling to play with her stuff dolls.

“I can’t believe you are making me lie to her, baby. That’s really mean.” Charles laid his head down on your lap as you started playing with his hair. “It’s really good though. Try it.” He offered you the juice. It was a juice pack that you got from buy one get one free offer and it had been sitting in the fridge for a while, that was until your little girl took an interest on it.

“I tried the strawberry one from the tester. Is it good?” You dipped your head and took a sip from the packet. It was really sweet. Too sweet for a toddler.

“More?” She saw you took a sip and quickly ran back to the couch with her bear in her hand.

“Finish, baby.” You yanked the packet from his hand and put it behind you.

Hearing that, she ran back to her group of stuffed friends and made herself comfortable on the rug.

“That was mean.” Charles repeated again.

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"Can I join?” You gleefully got on the bed and made yourself comfortable in Charles’s embrace while your little girl was lying on his left side. Just when he brushed his lips on your head, your daughter started whining.

"What’s wrong, baby? He cupped her round cheeks as she turned to hug him on the neck.

"No kiss mommy.” She whined.

"Ah, you don’t want me to kiss mommy?" She nodded as he turned to you with a grin. "Sorry, babe. My other girlfriend said no."

"She’s not going to be mad.” You assured him as you kissed his jawline.

"She is, honey. Look." He cackled as the little girl threw her fist on his chest as she let out a howl of anger. "Told you." 

She then hopped down the bed with full struggle by going leg first, then wobbled to her play room, leaving the parents alone.

"I’ll go check on her.” He pushed the duvet off from clinging on his half-naked body to trail on her daughter’s steps.

"Really? You are going to check on her first before me?"

"Are you…jealous?" He asked. You didn’t give any answers, but he knew that look very well. It was the same look that his little girl made seconds ago.

"I’m not. Go and bring her back. I miss her already!"

"So you are jealous.” Cackling, he sat back on the bed while you got on your phone. "Let me see your face.” He cupped your cheeks and tilted your face up as you tried to look away.

"Honey, stop it! Go and get her."

"Dada, look!" Both you and Charles looked at the door as she came waddling with the toy she got from her playroom. "Bear bear!"

“You found a bear!” Charles picked her up on the bed as she lay down; her small arms squished the stuffed bear in her embrace. She has such a short attention span that while you and Charles were still on the same topic, she had moved on to her little friend.

"Baby, she knows how to sulk from you! 

"No, she didn’t!” You rolled your eyes and hugged her as she had a one-sided conversation with the bear.

"She did. She’s literally copying you.”

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"Daddy’s here!" You took a cream-coloured plate that had little bear ears and placed a small cupcake that you had baked with your daughter earlier using the bananas that had turned streaky brown as you left it on the counter for too long. She loved banana cake and loved taking part in any activities you did, so she had been enjoying her time and was much more excited to give her dad the cupcake that she kept on looking at the door, waiting for the sound of steps.

"Careful! Don’t run." She tottered in front of the main door with her plate in hand as Charles unlocked the door. Soon as he stepped in, she shrieked excitedly while her ponytails moved along every time she moved her head.

"Hi!" Charles crouched down as she hugged him, completely forgetting about the cake, which required him to take it off her hand before it fell flat on the floor. "Did you bake this with mommy?"

"Yes!" She nodded excitedly as he took her small hand and went to the kitchen to greet you.

"Hi, honey. Have you tasted the cake yet? She was very excited for you to try. Right, sweetheart?" You pinched on her flushed cheeks and went back to place all the ingredients back in their place.

"Honey try!" She tugged on his pants and pointed at the plate Charles had in his hand for a while now. You closed the fridge and looked at her in surprise, while your husband had been silently laughing.

"What did you say, princess?” He stooped down, still laughing, while the little one repeated her words.

"Honey! Try?"

"Where did she learn those words? You asked, giggling.

“I told you she’s copying everything you say and do, honey.” Charles picked up the cake from her plate and took a bite at the edge of it, humming excitedly with his brows lifted. "It’s really good! You did a great job, princess.” She giggled as he stroked his thumb on her cheek. "And you too, honey. Have you tried it?"

"No, not yet.”

Charles was about to feed you when the little one pulled on his hand, extending her arms and continuously opening and closing her hands.

"Cake! Please?"

"Oh? You want it? But I thought you gave it to daddy?" He was about to take another bite and earned a slap on his leg from the small hand.

"Mine!" She frowned.

"Give her, honey. You’ll make her cry.” You commented after seeing the way she pouted, with her hands high up.

"There you go.”

"Thank!" She shrieked and ran to the living room with the plate; the cupcake shook within every step. She took it all the way to the front of the couch and started nibbling on the edges.

"You want more? I got the new batches here. They are still warm.”

“Yeah, sure.” He pulled you into his embrace and dropped a kiss on your shoulder. "Sorry for leaving you alone with her the past few days, honey. I’ll look over her now so you can rest and have your own time.” He bit half of the small cupcake that you offered him and beamed again from the taste. "Do you want me to book you an appointment for the facial treatment again, or do you need to get your nails done?"

You rolled your eyes, grinning at the offer, but you just got your nail done last week and it wasn’t your priority now. You had other things in mind. "I need something else."

"Hit me up.” He opened the fridge to get himself a drink while still chewing on the cake.

"I was thinking that maybe, we can get a raccoon?”

Charles put his glass back on the counter, his face frowning as he tilted his head aside. "Sorry? Get a what?"

"A raccoon as our pet?” You ran to get your phone on the kitchen counter and went on TikTok to show him a cute video of a raccoon eating food from the window drive-through. "Look! They are so cute! The way they pick up their food is adorable!” You squealed, ignoring your husband, who seemed to have tonnes of weight on his shoulders now.

"Are you being serious, honey? A raccoon?" He pressed his fingers against his shut eyes, heaving a sigh. He had never said no to you, but having a raccoon run wild in the house wasn’t really a good idea. "Wait, we do have a raccoon. There she is."

"More?" Your little girl ran to you with her empty plate as she lifted it up. Her cheeks are full with the cake crumbs, making her look a lot more adorable.

"You did not just call her a raccoon!” You gasped in shock and took her plate from her. "Dada just called you a raccoon, baby."

"Yes!" She giggled and clapped her hands, clearly not interested in the conversation as she waited for her cupcake.

"I can’t do this.” Charles heaved a sigh and picked her up, attacking her little face with kisses all over. "You are so cute."

"Stop!" She then got all grumpy and pushed his face away with her fist, wriggling to make him place her down.

"She just wants her cupcake, honey. Stop it." You cackled and cut the cupcake in half before placing it back on her bear plate. "There you go."

"Than—"

"It’s dada’s. Thank you." He snatched the other half of the cupcake and stuffed it in his mouth before she could turn away.

"Charles!"

Your little girl started sobbing and waddle her way back to you, hiding her face against your leg. You had to take the plate back as it started tilting from her lack of awareness to anything she was holding and sent a glare to your husband. "Why can’t you just leave her alone with her cake?

"She’s too cute, honey. Here," He crouched down and softly tugged on her hand, which was also full with cake crumbs. "I’m sorry, baby. Look, there’s more!" Charles handed her another one as she took it and wiped her teary eyes with her other hand.

"Share?" She took a small bite and offered her dad one.

"Dada’s full. Ask mommy." She shook her head instantly and scampered her way back to the living room, leaving you with your mouth widening.

"She’s not sharing it with me?!”

“Told you she loves me more.” He ruffled his hair and circled him arms around your waist to leave a peck on your forehead. "We can always make another one? Maybe he or she will favour you more.”

"No, but can we get a dog instead?"

"Absolutely no." He firmly replied and moved his body away from getting slapped by you. “I’m telling my little girlfriend you are trying to hit me?”

“It’s fine. I’m gonna bribe her with more banana cakes!”

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[orphhiicc]

SECRET- bucky barnes ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

summary ᯓ★ when bucky unexpectedly sees you at one of tony's famous parties he can't control himself.

warnings ᯓ★ p-in-v, cursing, slight drinking, man-handling?, secret relationship, praise kink, degrading kink, jealousy

pairings ᯓ★ fem! reader x bucky barnes

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you sat up at the bar talking to one of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents about last week's mission, bucky never told you much about his job but you always found ways to pry into his work life. you sipped on a martini, taking in the ambiance of tony's luxurious penthouse. after a couple minutes, you could feel eyes like daggers staring at you.

bucky.

you didn't need confirmation, you knew it was him. you excused yourself from the conversation and stood up, walking his way. he watched intensely as your dress hugged your curves, nearly making him breathless. you walked past him, a smirk plastered on your face.

you wandered your way to the bathroom, leaving the door cracked open. knowing he would arrive. within seconds bucky walked in. shutting the door and locking it behind him. the air was filled with tension, you turned to face him and before talking he interrupted you. "who was that guy" he said anger underlying in his voice.

"oh, john? just a friend" you said with an innocent smile. bucky rolled his eyes at you and stepped closer. "stop the bullshit", he said through gritted teeth, "who is he?".

you took a step back, ass hitting the bathroom counter. "am I not allowed to talk to people?" you protested back. as he stepped closer the smell of cedar and bourbon filled your nostrils, making you squirm. "you know the rules" bucky said sternly, stepping as close as he could to you. you looked up at his face and smiled.

"guess I don't, please remind me."

and within seconds his lips smashed into yours. the kiss was hungry and full of lust, you groaned as he teased you by pushing his hardening cock into you, giving you that familiar feeling in your stomach. he flipped you around, and immediately lifted your dress up exposing your ass.

your pussy ached for his touch, "look at that, so fucking needy for me" he said lowering his mouth to your ear. "head up. i want you to watch while I fuck you" he said. you obediently lifted your head up, eyes fixated on him moving your underwear to the side to expose your soaked core. he moaned at the sight, and without warning slid two metal digits into your aching hole. you gasped at the cold rough feeling. his fingers slid in and out of you effortlessly, like he knew exactly how you were wired. "such a fucking slut" "my dirty secret, you like that yeah?" he said grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head up so you could hear his harsh words.

your legs started to twitch and without indication that you were close bucky removed his fingers, and in seconds removed his pants, exposing his hard cock. you felt inferior under him like this, but something about sneaking around and feeling small was so thrilling.

he lined himself up with you, hands placed on your hips. he thrusted into you earning a loud moan from your mouth. his hand swiftly went to cover your mouth.

"shhh baby, can't have people discovering us now," he said before thrusting into you even harder than before. you struggled to watch as he fucked you relentlessly, his grip over your mouth tightened as he grew more animalistic. your pussy ached for him, somehow wanting needing more from him. you felt yourself close to the edge, unbearable warmth growing throughout your body as he didn't slow his pace. "so fucking good and pretty for me", he whispered, "who do you belong to?" he asked you.

he loosened his hand, moving it to the back of your neck, sure to leave bruising. "you" you said breathlessly, nearly cumming at the sound of his voice. "gonna come, baby?" he asked somewhat innocently. you nodded vigorously, he increased his pace, pushing you over the edge. you went limp, catching yourself on the bathroom counter as you dripped out onto his cock. the sight of you so weak and cockdrunk sent him over the edge, releasing his load into you. he leaned over, fixing your underwear and catching his breath.

you both sat there quietly, catching your breath. "m'kay baby time to go out there" he said putting his pants on and helping you stand up. he looked at your flushed face, taking your cheek in his palm and kissing your forehead. "I love ya," he said pulling you close before you guys had to act like strangers.

A/Nᯓ★ heyyy guys, first bucky one shot!! give me some suggestions for more people and ideas!

[rafedaddy01]

Ok but imagine meeting rafe but having a bf that is really boring in bad.

So when your drunk you confess that to him and he makes it his mission to show you all the sex positions so that you can pick your favorite

(dont worry about your ex he is dead, probably 🤗)

I Can Treat You Better

Summary: you confess to rafe that your boyfriend doesn’t treat you right and he takes matters into his own hands

Warnings: p in v

A/N: thank you so much for the request

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“And he doesn’t even know how to make me cum” Rafes eyes widen at my confession. “Is that so?” He sit straighter in his seat, manspreading his legs.

“Yes! It’s so frustrating” I heave a deep sigh as I take a sip of my drink and lean back into the couch, frustrated.

I admit I had to much to drink tonight and when that happens I tend to have loose lips. I shouldn’t have said that about my boyfriend, especially to rafe, but what’s done is done.

“Well.. I can teach you some new positions. You know, just so you can get some experience” rafe sits closer to me on the couch, his hand trailing up my thigh as the other curls a loose strand of my hair around his finger.

“Really?” I turn my head to him, desperate for something. Anything. My boyfriend doesn’t satisfy me enough and I crave being touched by someone who knows what they’re doing.

It wouldn’t necessarily be cheating, no, I’d be doing it for my boyfriend’s benefit. Learning some new moves and positions, he won’t know what hit him. “Let’s do it”

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Me and rafe walked up the staircase and entered his room, getting right down to business.

His hands cup my face as he pulls me in for a kiss, his tongue slipping since my mouth and tangling with my own.

I moan into the kiss and he excepts it with an open mouth.

We move closer and closer to the bed until he pushes me down on it, I watch as he strips his clothes until he’s just in his boxers and I can see the outline of his cock. “Th-that’s not gonna fit” I nod towards his member and he smirks. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit” he grins as he comes in for another kiss, this time trailing his lips down the column of my neck and making me whine in pleasure.

“Let’s get these clothes off you” he pulls at the hem of my shirt and yanks it off, unbuttoning my pants next and throwing them to the side as I lay in my undergarments.

Rafe takes a moment to look and me and I swear I hear him mutter “fucking perfect” under his breath, but before I have the chance to ask him he’s tearing into my panties and unclipping my bra and I lay completely naked before him.

He pulls his boxers off and my mouth drops, how could it have gotten bigger. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit” he says before wrapping his big arms around my thighs and pulling me closer to him.

I’m already dripping wet, the idea of having someone who knows what they’re doing taking care of my body has me leaking with arousal. “Damn baby, who you this wet for” rafe takes his cock in hand and runs the tip down my slit and back up to my clit. My back arches as I try to get closer.

“Easy doll face, I’ll give you what you want in just a second.”

I’m whining and thrashing at this point, desperate for something, anything he’ll give me. And just as I’m about to beg, rafe impales me with his cock. My breath catching in my throat and my eyes roll back in pleasure. “There we go..” rafe grunts as he pulls his hips back and swings forward, setting an even tempo of thrusts.

“Oh, fuck” my body goes limp, my mind blank. I dig my nails into the bed and crumple up the sheets in my palms, desperately trying to control myself as rafe speeds up.

“Lift your hips a little, let’s me get deeper” I do as he says and I feel him in my guts, his tip nudging my cervix over and over again. I’ve never had someone be this deep inside me before.

“Oh, shit, rafe!” I moan and scream as he lifts my legs higher, setting them on his shoulder and snapping his hips harder. “That feel good? Huh? Tell me who owns this pussy, whose fucking you this good, baby”

“Y-you are, rafe, you are” my eyes shut as I feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. “Fuck I’m close” I open my eyes and look at him, his hair is a mess, skin glistening in sweat and his breathing is rapid as he continues demolishing my pussy. “Go ahead baby, cum.” Before he even gets a chance to finish his sentence I’m squeezing around him and letting go, creaming all over his cock and milking him dry. “Oh, fuck” rafe groans as I feel his warm liquid heat me up from the inside.

“Shit” rafe laughs breathlessly as he slowly pulls out and watches his cum drip out of me.

“Next position”

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[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: i’m a good look on you

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: M / NSFW

genre: angstish… romance

pairing: lucifer x reader

summary: with lilith back in the picture you tried very hard to keep the small, jealous voices away. but as she, charlie and lucifer all laugh at something at a party and he hand holds his shoulder, it’s hard to keep the green eyed monster away today.

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT. MINORS DNI.

Smut under the keep reading, Minors DNI.

as you sipped your martini from the couch, you watched as lucifer and charlie were talking animatedly about something that tickled their fancy. a content smile stretching across your face, seeing your partner finally get along with his child, like you knew they would. charlie needed him, he needed charlie. what they didn’t need was her.

the woman who was gliding up to them, put her hands on both their shoulders and bent down, saying something that made both charlie and lucifer laugh. it was true, when lilith returned, she had explained that she had been gone for seven years and effectively, her and lucifer were divorced. you were amicable, polite and kind consistently to the woman, as you knew how much she meant to charlie. but there was an ugly feeling that reared its ugly head as you watched her grasp lucifer’s shoulder and he laughed so gleefully with them. 

you diverted your attention, sipping your drink again and watching husk put on what looked like a magic show for angel. as you got lost in thought, you were yanked back down to reality as lucifer came over and sat on the arm of your chair. 

“whatcha lookin’ at darlin’?” he asked, his cheeks tinged red.

“just watching husk and angel, they’re cute together.” you respond back with an easy smile, your hand lifting and resting high on lucifer’s thigh. his eyes widening at your brazen display.

“h-honey?” he asks, bewildered.

“hmmmmm?” you hum, slowly looking up at him and taking a sip of your drink.

“what’re…” his voice trailed off. 

“making sure everyone here knows what’s mine, love.” you say easily, pressing a kiss against his neck while you tightened the grasp on his thigh. “could i pull you away from this party for just a moment, my king?” you ask lowly. you see him gulp as he tries to appear fine to everyone.

“yes.” he exhales out, relaxing when you lean away and take your hand off his thigh. “yes, you may.” he responds as you stand up, finish your drink and hold out your hand waiting for him. he takes your hand and you lead him quickly upstairs, hearing angel whistle after both of you, you shake your head. quickly heading to the bed room, you open the door for lucifer as he walks in looking at you questioningly. 

“did i do something? you look upset.” he says coming toward you.

“you didn’t do anything to upset me luce. i just…” you sigh as you drag your hand through your hair, stress peeling off you now that you weren't the the middle of a party. you look in his citrine eyes and smile. “it seems so silly when you’re staring at me the way you are now.” you close the distance between you both and cup his face. his eyes widen in understanding.

“darling, you know…” he starts and you cut him off.

“i know. i know. i do know. it’s just hard, to look at you three and see how well you fit together and not feel like i’m the extra puzzle piece.” your voice comes out like a whisper as you tilt your head down, not wanting to actually look in his eyes.

“you’re not an extra puzzle piece. we weren't a puzzle that fit well either. maybe in some aspects, but not in the ones that end up counting for a relationship." lucifer shakes his head, "i mean, you’re the one who put me back together. i’m whole because of you. because of your love. i’m yours darling. nothin’ can change that.” lucifer easily lifts your head, looking into your eyes with a suave smile. you grin at him.

“you’re mine?” you ask, your voice an octave lower.

“all yours. however you want me.” he leans into you. “however you need me.” his voice is whispered past your ear and you shiver when his tongue traces the outer cartilage of your ear. your arms wrap around him easily as his name is growled out from your lips and he chuckles.

“how do you want me? hmmm, my love?” he asks, looking at you with half lidded eyes, your breathing fast against his face. you whine, barely containing yourself as you lift him straight up and fling yourself sitting on the bed. you situate him so he’s straddling you, giving him a height advantage as your hands settle on his hips. you quickly draw him into a kiss, feeling his tongue dart out asking for access. you allow him as your right hand trails from his hip to his ass, up his back and anchors in his hair, giving a slight pull. his cry engulfed by your kiss as you tug once more, your hands going back to his hips, guiding his rocking against your thigh.

you pull back, taking a breath as he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet. you stop his rocking and he looks at you upset and bewildered. 

“don’t silence yourself. i want everyone in this hotel to know who’s making you feel like this.” you rock his hips against you punctuating the sentence. “who takes care of you.” you rock his hips against your thigh again, applying more pressure. “who put you back together…” you whisper against his ear as he cries out, your hands guiding his pliant hips relentlessly against your thigh.

“oh-oh-i-it’s too much. please! i-“ he cuts himself off with a moan. 

“it’s not too much. or else you would have used your safe word.” you grin as his pretty eyes shine with shed tears. 

“i-i’m going to… oh-please!” he cries out.

“you’re going to cum? hmmmm, luci? tell everyone who’s making you feel like this. say it. scream my name.” you growl against him, quickening his rutting against you. he screams your name as his release is confined in his clothes and he collapses into you, breathing heavily.

you smile and pet his head, pushing back his hair and dragging your fingers against his scalp. him almost purring in your lap. you were about to speak, breaking the silence, when suddenly a knock interrupted you.

“ummm, hey, dad?” you hear charlie ask. your eyes widen.

“um, yeah-“ lucifer clears his throat as his voice came out much higher than intended. “yea-yeah, charlie?” 

“people are wanting to talk to you and have asked for you. so, you need to come back to the party!” charlie exclaims.

“i’ll be right there sweetie!” lucifer yells and you both wait until you can no longer hear footsteps any more. you sigh as lucifer gets off your lap and snaps his fingers looking strikingly put together. not at all like he had been begging to get off on your thigh moments before. you get up, smoothing out your dress when he snaps his fingers and your outfit is neatly put together too. you look at him and smile. 

“i owe you later.” he looks you up and down, his eyes settling on yours.

“c’mon, party awaits for you, my king.” you tease him walking out as you shake your head, his cheeks turn bright red at the title you casually use to address him. “i’ll be holding you to what you said too.” you raise your eye brows a few times. he rolls his eyes and grabs your hand.

“stay by my side, okay?” he asks, before you both go down stairs. you beam at him and nod, both of you making a re-entrance to the party.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Babymoon

Kinktober 2024 - Day 25

Pairing: Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Kink: Lactation

Word Count: 1100+

Summary: Tony pays for you and Steve to get away before you two have a new baby on your hands.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, riding, vaginal fingering, nipple play, lactation kink, milk drinking, soft sex, slow sex, slight pregnancy kink), soft!Steve, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship

a/n: Here is Day 25! It's a soft one but I enjoyed it! I hope you all do too!

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Sam had taken the kids for the night, so you and Steve could go on a weekend long vacation before your baby girl arrives. You two were just going up to a cabin in upstate New York that Tony paid for because he knew that you two needed some time away. You two drove in comfortable silence through the hills of upstate, you only getting nauseated once or twice during some of the rougher roads. Steve had packed your bag with water, lollipops, some crackers, and a bottle of dramamine. You were grateful that he knew what you needed before you did and that he was in tuned with your needs. He had a hand on your swollen belly the entire ride, only taking it off to sip his drink from the cup holder. 

You two finally got to the cabin and he parked in the driveway before getting out, running over and opening the door for you. He helped you out of the car and took your bag from the passenger’s seat and led you towards the cabin, “You do know that I can walk, right?” You asked as he rested a warm hand on your lower back. 

Steve chuckled and kissed your head, opening the front door for you two. “I know, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and you walked over to the couch, and he helped you sit down. “Dork.” You giggled and grabbed your water bottle from the side pocket of your bag and took a sip. 

He chuckled and kissed your cheek, “Wait here. I’ll go grab the bags from the car.” He walked out of the cabin and grabbed your bags from the trunk. He came back in after locking up the car and the cabin. He set them down by the bed in the middle of the cabin. It was across from the fireplace, with the plush couch pushed against the wall underneath the window. The kitchen and dining room were right beside the door and the bathroom was beside the bed. It was cozy and modern, you almost wanted to move in. 

Later that night after dinner, you and Steve were tucked into bed. He had made you, your favorite turkey chili with crackers, and he had provided you with Tums before you even had to ask for them. You laid against Steve’s bare chest as his hands rubbed your swollen belly softly, you were dozing off until you felt his warm hands move up to your sore nipples. You let out a soft gasp at his touch to your sensitive buds, you were already breastfeeding your youngest and with the baby on the way, your nipples were leaky and sore as ever. His touch shots bolts of pleasure and slight pain up your spine. 

“Steve, mm, we can’t. We might wake the-” You stopped your sentence, realizing that you two were alone for the first time in years. You turned to him with a knowing smile and he smirked and wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you into his bare lap. “We don’t have to be quiet.” You giggled and cupped his face and yanked him down to kiss you passionately. 

He groaned against your lips as you tugged him closer by his hair, your fingers tugging on his blonde locks. “I should’ve taken you on a vacation sooner.” He chuckled as you pulled away with puffy lips and a lustful look in your eyes. 

You smirked at him and ran your fingers through his hair, “You should’ve. Stark had only been offering since Sarah came along.” You giggled and he rolled his eyes playfully at you. 

“Wanted to spend all of my time with her then James came around and it was never the right time.” He shrugged and you nodded in understanding and he leaned down and took your leaking nipple into his warm mouth. You moaned at the warmth of his lips wrapping around your peaked nipple, he moaned as he tasted your sweet milk fill his mouth. He swallowed each drop and you moaned at the relief it gave you as the soreness began to give way with each suck. His large hand moved down to your bare core and he slid two fingers into your soaked cunt. He stroked along your walls slowly, curling them against your walls, aiming to hit that sweet spot deep inside of you. 

You moaned louder as he thrusted his fingers in and out slowly, “F-fuck, it’s been too long.” You moaned, feeling sensitive due to your pregnancy. It only took him speeding up his fingers and giving a hard suck on your nipples to push you over the edge. You cried out, gripping his shoulders tight as you shook with your orgasm, your thighs feeling weak as he stroked you through your orgasm. 

“Good girl. You’re always so good for me.” He mumbled against your temple as he pressed a soft kiss to your skin. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, taking them into his mouth, moaning at your taste as it coats his tongue. He reached down to line his cock up to your hole and help you slowly sink down on his length. You gasped and moaned as he filled you up, “Fuck, you’re tight and wet for me, doll. You feel so perfect.” He groaned and rested his forehead against yours. 

You whined softly as he leaned back down and took a nipple into his mouth, he suckled on your breast as he slowly moved your hips up and down on his throbbing length. You felt your orgasm coming on quicker with each thrust of his cock. He drank from your nipple greedily, making your walls quiver around him with each suck. You yanked him closer to your chest, your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt the coil snap in your belly. You came gushing around his cock, he groaned and grunted as he pulled you flush against his lap as he hit his orgasm. His tip shot his hot cum inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed. You two slumped against each other and he pulled off your nipple and kissed your lips passionately. 

He cleaned you two up after a little bit and he helped you back into bed. He laid behind you after shutting the lights off with the dim glow of the fireplace lighting up the room. He nuzzled into your neck as his arms wrapped around your swollen belly, rubbing your belly with one hand. You smiled softly and pressed yourself flush against his chest, and you two dozed off, without the worry of waking up to a screaming baby. You two could just enjoy each other that night.

[superfreakfranky]

Franky discovering the types of books you like to read 🥵

Cw: 🔞, afab, thigh riding, hair pulling, dirty talk, oral (you receiving), fingering, wall sex, unprotected sex (wrap it, kids), creampie, smut for smut's sake.

I apologize for this. I wanted to be normal about him, I really did...

Another 3am wakeup.

Another warm night on Sunny.

Another morning you find yourself awake before the others, sneaking down into the kitchen to make yourself some tea and enjoy the silence as you read a book.

Only this morning, the door swings open as you're pouring.

You startle, hand coming to your chest.

It's Franky, looking dashing in the low light.

You hush a hello as he approaches.

"Jeez, you're up early. Or...stayed up late?"

You smile softly. "Been having a hard time sleeping."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I wanted some bubble tea. Would you like some?"

You offer him the cup, grab him a straw. It'd been a special request you made for Sanji to pick up at the last port.

"Oh, Hell yeah!"

You laugh, make yourself a cup as Franky plops down at the table.

"Don't tell Sanji I'm in here."

"Especially when you're barely wearing anything," Franky comments, mid-sip.

You glance down at your shorts and oversized t-shirt.

"They aren't panties," you defend, "I'm clothed."

"Sure, sure. But we shouldn't talk too loud. Cook's probably got this place bugged for these exact moments."

Your jaw drops. "Oh? And he'd be able to pull that one off himself, yeah? No help from someone like you, right?"

He laughs.

"Got me."

There's a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you.

You take a sip of the drink, chewing the tapioca balls with a pleased hum.

It makes early wake ups like this worth it.

Your eyes take in the kitchen. You adore this space, had always dreamt of a kitchen this glorious back home.

When your gaze sweeps over Franky, your heart skips.

He's. Reading. Your. Book.

"Hey!" You round the counter, frantic to get it back.

"So this is the kind of filth you like to read."

"Give it back!" You approach him, reaching for the book, only he holds it above his head, far out of your reach.

You stretch more, trying to ignore how close you are to him, how you're between his knees at this point.

"Franky, please!"

"Please, what?"

You're now aware of the gruffness in his voice, your attention no longer on the book in his hand, but on the way he's observing you, how his chest is pressed against yours.

"This what you're into? That 'push-me-against-the-wall-and-kiss-me' kinda thing?"

He lowers the book now that he's got your attention, gauges your reaction before continuing, "the 'ride-my-thigh-and-get-me-super-worked-up' kinda thing?" He tucks your hair behind your ear. "This okay? Can I touch you?"

"Yes," your voice is hushed. It feels like it's just you two on the ship.

He drops the book down on the table. The thud startles you. You lean into his touch when he grips your hips.

"You're sure these aren't panties?" he teases, lifting the hem of your shirt.

You tap his shoulder in jest.

"Ooh, don't start that. I might like it."

You hold his gaze, his fingers caressing your hips over your tiny shorts.

"You sure you're not an avid romance reader?" You challenge.

"Would you blame me if I said I skim 'em and use 'em like instruction manuals?"

"You're all talk."

He grins. "A challenge, then."

You raise a brow, say nothing.

In seconds, he's got one hand grabbing your ass, the other behind your head, pulling your mouth toward his.

The kiss isn't rushed, but you feel the urgency. Chills cover your body, even though the room is warm.

He guides you down onto his left thigh, tensing his muscles there as he maneuvers you, and grinds his thigh upward to stimulate your clit.

You gasp out, greedy for the sensation.

His fingers grip your hair, yanking lightly to expose your neck. He peppers kisses there, nips gently - all playful - while he's guiding your hips still.

You feel him hardening as you ride his thigh. All wandering hands, he seems pleased just by being touched.

You can't get enough of him. It felt like a loss when his lips left yours, and you're eager to meet him with the same need he showed you.

Gripping his hair, you dip your head down to unlatch his lips from your neck, meet him with a greedy open-mouthed kiss.

You're pawing at him, wanting to feel him in your hand; how big he is.

"Oh, fuck..." he moans when you reach between you two.

Each grind, you pump your hand around him, feel him tensing beneath you.

"That's it-" he pulls away and in seconds, your back is against the table.

You feel his lips on your thighs as his large fingers pull your shorts and panties down.

"Mmm...so fucking pretty," he plants open-mouthed kisses. "May I?"

"Yes. Hell...Please, Franky."

He chuckles darkly against your skin.

His large fingers at your clit, mouth lapping at you, you let out a gasp and cover your mouth.

"Oh, no..." he shakes his head. "I wanna hear you." His tongue swirls around your clit then he tenses it and licks up and down harshly.

You grab his hair, back arching off the table.

It's so good, but you want more.

His hand cups you while he kisses up your body.

His middle finger plays with your opening and you almost worry his hands are too big.

As if reading your reaction, he urges you to suck on his finger, prep it.

His gaze is intense as he watches you suck his finger; erection twitching in his briefs. When your tongue swirls around his fingertip, he groans lowly.

And then he's slipping it out of your mouth before slowly easing it between your legs.

He acts gently, is aware of your reaction, and moans when you take it like a champ.

Shortly after he curls his finger inside you, his thumb presses to your clit as he rubs and the stimulation sends you into overdrive.

Gripping his shoulders, digging your nails in, you cry out for him as you come.

He pumps a few more times, chuckles when you pull him in for another kiss.

The urgency slows for you as you wrap yourself around him, kissing him deeply.

Wordlessly, he picks you up. You're pressed against a wall in moments.

Your breath leaves you from the impact.

He steps out of his briefs then guides himself between your legs.

A few tantalizing seconds and he's filled you, leaning his head against your shoulder as he presses his hand to the wall, other hand holding you up with ease.

The pace he sets is devilishly slow, enjoying every sensation.

Too overwhelmed to speak, you selfishly capture his lips again; the kisses heated and needy.

You're clinging to him. It's been so long since you've been touched. Longer still since you'd been fucked like this.

And he meets you with the same desire, as if needing you wholly as well.

"In your books, I'll bet this is the part where the character says some sexy stuff, huh?"

You laugh out loud.

"Give it your best shot."

He's silent a moment then shakes his head, nuzzling into your neck.

"No thoughts, head empty," he laughs. "Only thing that comes to mind is: it'd be damn irresponsible to not do this again."

"Agreed."

He's captured your hands above your head now so you can't touch him and his thrusts have gotten more intense.

The lack of touch makes you groan, but he makes up for it with more greedy kisses. You can't help but grind into him harder. You feel a bruise forming from your position against the wall.

"Gonna need you to come soon, honey," he hums against your mouth.

The urgency pushes you on and before you know it, you're gasping through another orgasm.

"Mmm...wanna touch you. Please, Franky."

He lets your hands go, leans into your touch when you pull at his hair.

"You feel so damn good," he compliments. "I'm close, damn it. Where do you want it?"

When you say, "in me," he's almost in tears.

"Yes, ma'am," he growls, nipping at your neck before his thrusts become slow and deep.

His breathing is heavy as he cums. Watching this large cyborg fall to pieces makes you feel something. It's almost powerful to be the one to shatter him.

You can't stop touching him. Not after he's slipped out of you, not as he sets you on the floor, not while you get dressed, and certainly not while you finish your bubble tea. You're enamored- playing with his fingers or touching his arms. He seems pleased.

"Same time tomorrow?" He teases.

As you wash the dishes, he comes up behind you, wraps his arms around you, and kisses at your neck.

You realize you never want to leave.

"I'm going to bathe before the others get up." You manage quietly, as if in secret. "Bring my book. Let's reenact a scene."

"You're after my heart."

[paranoiastudio]

Lady Strong

pairing: Aemond Targaryen х f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, angry sex, oral (m for f), reader is Laris Stronge daughter

word count: 1,4k

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

- He's like a snake that's been stepped on. - The doors to the Small Council close and you lean back against them.

Aemond is still sitting at the head of the table, where his brother had been just a few days ago, staring at you.

As always, you feel unsure and nervous under his gaze. That's what attracted you to him; few could make you lose your cool.

- What did you tell him?

- What i had to say. - He evades the question and looks away. An unpleasant chill runs down the back of your neck, a sure sign that something is wrong.

- That's not an answer. - You move around the chamber, the only sound being the rustle of your dress. Aemond says nothing more, only watches you, as if expecting an attack to come.

- I asked him to send for my grandfather. - Aemond lets you take a glass from the table. - I will appoint him Hand again.

- Interesting... - You take a sip. - Dornish wine?

A quiet "uh-huh" was your answer and you take another sip, usually your father did not allow you to drink undiluted wine, emphasizing the importance of maintaining a sober mind.

- And what about my father?

- He is still on the Council... For now.

- And?

- What else do you want to hear? - Targaryen smiles, an insolent smirk twisting his thin lips. - Did you really think that because I fuck you, I would curry favor with your slippery father?

- How dare you speak to me like that?

- I am the prince regent now, it is you who behave inappropriately, barging in here and starting arguments you cannot win.

You spill the contents of the glass, scarlet droplets of wine running down Aemond face and doublet, he closes his good eye. You are not ashamed, it was you who helped him get to where he is now. You deserve respect.

- I am not a mare, my prince! And do not forget about the friends who were with you from the very beginning. Especially since sex...

Aemond pays you with your coin. You knew that you brought him out and were ready, the wine flies past you and ends up on the floor, in the place from which you dodged.

- Missed! - You rejoice like a child, and, leaving the glass on the edge of the table, head for the exit.

You hear footsteps behind you, Aemond can easily catch up with you and press you to the table, you hit the hard edge painfully with your hips and hiss with anger.

- How can such an intelligent woman behave like a little child? - The prince's hand is already entangled in your hair, painfully pulling out the hairpins and hairpins. - Didn't I explain your situation to you well enough? Didn't your father teach you how to behave properly? How can he be a good Hand?

You remain silent, clutching the cold edge of the table with your hands and hissing again when Aemond yanks your hair hard, urging you to raise your head.

- Tell me, sweet girl, is your father worthy of this place? - Gods, he bent you down right next to the place of the Hand, not long ago the smartest men sat at this table, and now...

- Let me explain again. - Targaryen lifts the skirts of your dress and runs his long fingers between your thighs.

- Aemond... - A sharp slap on your ass silenced you. - My prince, please...

No one had ever had power over you, even your father was not perceived as a strong figure. But Aemond Targaryen... He seemed to radiate confidence and authority, everything in his image spoke of it and could not help but attract.

The ladies of the court whispered about the prince's scar and his coldness (he did not court the ladies, never danced), despite his status and royal blood, Aemond was not an enviable groom.

Just as the daughter of Laris Strong was not an enviable bride. Your character and the reputation of your house did not play into your hands and so far you have not received a single worthy proposal of marriage. And, having met Aemond Targaryen, you gave yourself to him without hesitation as soon as he asked. To be under his protection, not to think about anything and just take his beautiful member...

- Now are you behaving well? - Another slap falls on your thigh. - I'm afraid if I forgive you right away, you'll continue to behave like a little naughty girl.

Aemond's hands caress your thighs, spread your buttocks and tease the most intimate parts of your body, the places that were now shamelessly exposed to him.

- My sweet girl... - You hear him kneel behind you, and before you can say anything, the prince's hands are replaced by his tongue.

You cover your mouth with your hand, hoping that the guards outside don't hear you. A warm tongue slides along the wet entrance and flicks the plump and needy clitoris. Aemond's hands spread your buttocks further, forcing your legs wider and penetrates you with his tongue.

The prince's handsome nose rests against your pearl and each of his movements gives off a pleasant tremor in your body. The peak grows quickly and you can't hold back a groan of disappointment when Aemond's mouth leaves you.

Two long fingers replace the prince's tongue and he immediately picks up a fast and rough pace, enjoying your sobs and the quiet squelching of your cunt.

- Aemond, please... - You barely get used to the stretching, when the blond prince deprives you of this pleasure. - My king, please!

You can't hold back a scream, because Aemond fills you with a sweeping movement, and, without giving you a second, begins to move.

You hit the table, your hands slide on the cold tabletop, and the tight corset prevents you from breathing normally, but all this seems insignificant at the moment when the prince regent's cock touches that very place inside you again and again.

- Don't stop! - You breathe heavily, lowering your hot cheek onto the cold table. Your hips rise and Aemond penetrates deeper, hoarsely moaning behind your back.

- You like it, right? To be my dirty little whore... - Your pussy clenches even tighter at the words, the way he talks to you lecherously with his perfect voice stirring something dark inside you. - What would your father say about you?

- Don't you dare. - You slap the prince's hands that are clutching your waist. - Now is not the time!

- I'm fucking Larys Strong's daughter in the Small Council chamber after I failed to appoint him Hand. - Aemond slows down slightly. - Now seems like the time.

You push yourself down on him, pushing your hips back. The tension in your body is unbearable and you feel your pussy tremble and suck on the Targaryen's cock harder.

Aemond continues to whisper something, but you can’t focus, overwhelmed by the orgasm that crashed over you like a tsunami.

You gasp for air, all the muscles in your body relax and you scream from the intense stimulation, because Aemond is not done with you yet.

Holding you with one hand, he finds your clit with the other and continues to caress you, chasing his release. It didn’t take him long, so tightly you squeezed him with your hot and tender walls.

- Fuck! - Targaryen leaves your body and spills onto your thighs, red from his grip.

The prince never cum inside, not wanting to burden you both with unwanted children. You took moon tea, but you appreciated this caution in your lover’s behavior.

- I hope we will not return to this conversation anymore. - Aemond kisses your nape and inhales the scent of your long hair.

- I suppose so. - You lean against the man's broad chest. - Is this from your bride?

There was a scroll on the table with the seal of House Baratheon. You knew that Aemond was bound by duty and his flight to Storm's End was no fun, but it was one thing to know about it, and quite another to welcome a daughter of House Baratheon here in the castle.

- Do we have to discuss this now? - Aemond dresses and carefully adjusts your dress.

- Will your future wife not mind that you have me? - You couldn't bring yourself to say "mistress."

- Frankly, I don't care. - Aemond's grip regains its former strength. - If you wish to discuss this matter, I think we will be more comfortable in my chambers.

You may not have been able to improve your father's position, but you seem to have found a cozy place for yourself.

[rebelliousstories]

Girl’s Night

Relationship: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Drinking and Alcohol

Word Count: 838

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Summary: When Emily invites another girl to the BAU’s girl’s night, no one is expecting this girl.

Consider Donating: Here

“They’re gonna love you. Stop fussing.”

“Em, these are your friends and the ones you work with. I have a reason to be nervous.” This had been the argument for the last thirty minutes from their shared apartment to this new one.

Emily Prentiss had not only spent the last thirty minutes arguing with her girlfriend, but the better part of the day trying to convince her to come along on her annual B.A.U. girl’s night with her friends. This would be the first time that anyone from work would be meeting someone special to her. It was nerve wracking enough on that qualification enough. Not to mention the fact that she was officially coming out; Emily might be a bit more nervous than her girlfriend. But one of them had to be calm.

Holding a bottle of wine in one hand, she turned to her girlfriend. “Listen, honey, I know it seems scary right now. But they’ll love you, okay?”

“Yeah.” She replied, but did not sound convinced. Sensing this, Emily went over and captured her jaw in one hand, while planting her lips onto hers.

It got her girlfriend to calm down long enough to be stable again. Releasing her, Prentiss waited till she got a nod from the woman, before knocking on the door. A bubbly blonde yanked open the door, far too energized for how late in the day it way.

“Emily! And friend, hello. Come on in ladies.” Penelope ushered them in. Looking back at her girlfriend, the dark haired woman smiled and nodded her head towards the apartment.

“Jay-Jie, Em and her friend are here.” Garcia called out into the room. Another blonde came out to find their new guests arriving with some more wine, which got her to smile even bigger.

“Hey, glad to see the party is finally here.” JJ came around to hug Prentiss tightly before setting her sights on the new woman.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer. Everyone calls me JJ. And that bundle of unicorn sparkles is Penelope Garcia. It’s so good to meet you.” Holding out her hand, the new woman provided her name to the rest of the group.

In the meantime, Emily and Penelope were pouring the new bottle of wine to go with the rest of their snack type foods. JJ led her over to the couch, letting her take it easy for her first girl’s night. She, along with her other two friends, brought food over in waves. Popcorn, candy, pretzel bites, chips and dips; you name it, they had it.

When everyone finally planted themselves on the couch, the questions began.

“So, how do you know our fair brunette bombshell?” Garcia asked, in between bites of popcorn.

“Oh, uh…” she trailed off, looking at her girlfriend. “We met at a makeup store. I was working the counter and Emily needed help finding a new lip liner. Her old one was discontinued cause they stopped making it like ten years ago.”

Her tease made the brunette near blush as she hid her face behind her glass of wine. Emily started up just as soon as she recovered, “hey, I want to remind you that I got you to change from a flip phone to a smart one. There was no way I was going to be calling on that ancient piece of tech.”

“Yeah, sure. There was nothing wrong with my flip phone. Anyways, after I helped her find a new lip liner, she passed me her number. And from that day, it was history.” The woman shrugged, taking a sip of her wine.

“I love that she is getting some more lady friends. Honestly, the B.A.U. is a testosterone nightmare sometimes.” JJ commented, not putting too much thought into her words. However, everyone noticed how quiet the other two women got. This caused both blondes to also pause.

“Everything okay?” Jennifer asked, eyes darting between everyone in the room.

“Yeah, um, she’s not just my friend. She’s my girlfriend.” Emily stated, setting down her wine glass. There was a pause as they processed the information.

“I think we need something extra to celebrate our beloved Emil Prentiss finally getting a date! I think I’ve still got some cake in the fridge.” Garcia was gushing over this, while JJ sat there stunned.

“Is everything okay?” The woman piped up, unsure as to how her girlfriend’s colleague was taking it.

“No, yeah. I’m fine. Trust me, nothing to do with you being lesbian, I just… I’m amazed that you’re dating someone.”

“Well, believe it.” Prentiss chuckled.

However, JJ happily leaned over the coffee table towards the other woman, catching her attention. “I can tell you wonderful stories about all the different people that have tried to tame this mare.”

“Okay. You know what, I think we should be going…”

“I have cake!”

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." A. A. Milne