#um i’m seeing some of these pictures and i’m drooling

[eevees-hobbies]

My Boyfriend Works at a Butler Cafe - NSFW

Author’s Note: This is in response to the maid cafe requests I’ve gotten. While I don’t think I can add to the body of work that other content creators have already contributed to the fandom, I am dropping this at your feet. It may or may not be inspired by my trip to the Butler Cafe at Anime Expo, hehe.

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Multiple Characters (Mostly separate). Contains Fluff and Smut (Smut indicated by “after hours” text). P in V. Use of pet names like pretty girl, Daddy, possessiveness in Sakura’s, sex in public, cunnilingus, sharing, mention of a handjob, reserve cowgirl. Tis smut!

Synopsis: Picture a scenario in which Umemiya is concerned about the welfare and sustainability of some of the shops in Makochi, primarily because many of the shops are owned and kept up by some of the more elderly inhabitants. Some stores are dilapidated and at risk of shuttering their doors, which Umemiya sees as a significant loss to the community. After brainstorming potential ways to earn some donations, he has a brilliant idea! It’s a concept that has almost every Bofurin alumni grinding their teeth and shaking their heads in protest. Welcome to the Butler Cafe!

Word Count: 3.2K

Cottage dividers by Saradika. Story and character banners by me.

“I’m so happy to see you, baby!”

If he weren’t volunteering his time to work in the cafe, he would be terminated immediately. As soon as he sees you walk through the door, he shouts your name from across the dining room and beelines straight to you, arms open and with a broad smile on his face. 

The customers he was just serving? Ignored.

He’ll make sure to sit you in his section and pull up a chair to chat with you, which is a significant annoyance to management as Umemiya is a big draw to the cafe. His admirers line up at least an hour before the restaurant opens to see the cutie with the toned biceps serving them strawberry crepes.

Regardless, I hope you’re comfortable with your lover staring into the depths of your eyes—and soul—as you recount your day. 

He’s so incomprehensibly smitten with you that the only thing that he’ll allow to interrupt your verbal reverie is him spoon-feeding you a piece of cake. 

“I’m so glad you came to visit me today! Wait, what do you mean you’re genuinely here to eat lunch?”

Grade: C+

After Hours

“Let me have some of you before my shift, sweetheart. I need you.”

“D-don’t worry about those…let them fall.” Paperwork, pens, and even a stapler aren’t safe from the laws of gravity as Umemiya picks you up and pushes you onto the desk in the back office. He only has so much time before opening the Butler Cafe doors, and he needs to fill your womb to ensure himself a good shift.

Could you imagine a sex-famished Umemiya? It’s a terrifying thought!

You kiss each other hungrily, tongues meeting outside your mouths before you can press your lips together. Your hands are already fussing with his uniform, particularly where his toned chest strains the buttons of his ironed coat.

“If I’m not inside you right now, baby girl-” His sentence is cut off as his mouth latches to the sensitive skin on your throat, suckling and nipping until the spot begins to sting. But if it hurts, you aren’t showing it as your eyes roll back into your skull. 

He’s pressing his body into yours as though he’s attempting to collapse into you. His hands desperately tug at the fabric that covers up his favorite parts of you–your breasts, your stomach, and most importantly, the sweet treat you have between slick-stained thighs.

“Ume, this has to be a quickie!” 

You can feel him grumble against your skin, lips trained into a pout as he grapples with your words, but he knows you’re right. He shifts the seat of your panties to the side and sinks into you, inch by agonizing thick inch. 

And you thought you were ready. You thought the way your cunt was drooling for him just by seeing him in his uniform would mean you were fully prepared to take his girth, but the sheer thickness still has you gasping and gripping his shoulders.

“Shhh, you can take it, pretty girl. You always take me so well. I got ya’”

As he’s pushing into you, his words slur, drunk off your pussy, head swimming with love, lust, and adoration for his sweet girl. There’s no time for preparation; his shift starts soon, and weren’t you just rushing him, anyway?

But for all the stretching you must endure from taking him, Umemiya is still nothing but gentle.

“God, you’re perfect.” His fingers stroke your cheek, and you melt into the familiarity of his soothing touch. “Keep your eyes open for me ok, love? You close them, and we start over.”

Once you collect yourself, walls finally fitting snugly around him like a glove, you bat your eyelashes innocently, brushing your lips against his thumb before sliding it into your mouth. You don’t break eye contact with him as you flirt your tongue against the underside of his thumb, pretending as though you’re sucking on something much bigger and thicker—that of which is already inside of you.

For a brief instant, you see something flash in Umemiya’s eyes, something that you feel sink into your spine and crawl its way up each individual vertebrae with sharpened claws, something that would threaten your health and ability to walk if you were home instead of at the butler cafe. But he begrudgingly sets his desire to defile you to the side and removes his thumb from your mouth, hand moving down and using that same digit to rub at your clit.

“I love it when you help Daddy out like this. Suuuuuuch a good girl.”

The way the desk bangs against the wall and drags across the linoleum floor as he drives his thick cock into your sopping-wet mess makes you consider that you two might be found out before your quickie can conclude. 

Grade: A+

“Stop staring at me like that, and hurry up and order!”

“Ugh!”

Death has never been more welcome as soon as Sakura dons the butler uniform. Even worse is when he peers into the dining room and sees you. 

Why would you do this to him? Why would you show up here? Don’t you have any pity for him, or is this all some sick, twisted fantasy for you? 

He’s spiraling!

Staff must physically grab him and force him onto the cafe floor. 

He’ll approach you, grumbling, and every bit of him the reddest he’s ever been—and is that steam pouring from his ears?

As he mumbles out the delicacy of the day, you have to lean in just to hear what he’s saying.

“S-stop pretending you can’t hear me!”

But best believe that when he sees another butler giving you too much attention for his liking, he’s stepping in and taking care of all his girl's orders.

“Hey, she’s mine.”

“Y-you mean the table, right?”

“She’s mine.”

Oof, he said what he said!

And if Umemiya is popular with the younger crowd, Sakura, to his disdain, is popular with the older ladies. They don’t think he’s particularly cute or lovely to look at; they just enjoy a visit from this loud-mouthed kid telling them to hurry up and order.

They think he’s a hoot and taking method-acting to the extreme.

Aren’t the tsundere types so cute? 

He’s honestly a really bad butler. His inability to be friendly to the customers—except you—and attempts to always switch his shift with someone else does not go unnoticed by management.

Grade: F -

After Hours 

“I kinda like fucking you at work.”

As you gazed down at your plate, an unfinished parfait staring back at you, a simple sentence was all you needed to gulp the rest of the dessert down and follow your butler outside.

“Gonna be good for me and finish that so I can finish you, yeah?”

Um, fuck yeah!

“S-sakura, don’t you have to clock back in?” You mumble into his ear; you know you sound like an absolute mess, your breathing rapid and uneven, with small moans erupting from your throat.

“Fuck this job.” He has your hands pinned above your head; your legs are wrapped around his waist as he fucks you against the alley wall behind the cafe. “I’m exactly where I should be.”

His thrusts forward are hard and urgent, but the retraction of his dick is slow, drawing out the feeling of your satin walls grazing every inch of him. Your slick is staining his bicolored pubic hair as he grinds into you. His fingers dig into your wrists, seemingly in rhythm with each snap of his hips. 

“G-god, Sakura! Maybe I should make you dress up like a butler more often?” 

“P-pervert, you’d like that, huh? You want me to dress up as your fantasy and fuck you in costume?”

He nestles his face into your neck. You sound so good for him, and how could he resist the urge to take you outside and fuck you right here and now with how pretty you look?

You’re intoxicating, you’re perfect, you’re about to make him fucking cum, fuck! He considers pulling out, letting you finish him off with your hand or that cute mouth of yours, but you grip your legs around him in a vice grip.

“H-haru, stay inside, please?”

Oh, god, how could he say no to that? To you? He smashes his lips against yours, moaning loudly in your mouth as his cock twitches, spurts then fountains of his love and devotion for you filling you up to the brim.

His shift at the butler cafe is the last thing on his mind as he wraps his arms around your waist, peppering kisses against your lips and cheeks.

Grade: A+++++++++++++++++++++++

“Hey, you came just to see me, sweet girl? Aw, I’m so lucky.”

Although he technically didn’t have to attend this fundraiser, given his relationship with Bofurin and Makochi, he thought it was a good idea to show up ready to work.

Togame quickly becomes a shift manager. He’s reliable, a natural leader, and every client likes talking to him and even though he doesn’t walk with a sense of urgency, they don’t mind!

When Togame sees you enter the cafe, he’ll shoot you a lazy grin—the kind that makes your heart skip a beat and forces you to long for him even when he’s right there in front of you.

During his lunch breaks, he’ll take you out on the private patio he reserved just for you two and have the butler on duty bring out all the cafe items he knows you’ll like. 

As you speak and enjoy your time together, he’ll grab your hand in his, rough fingers drawing smooth circles around your knuckles, deep-green eyes trained on yours, and occasionally flickering down to look at your lips.

Of course, you want to kiss him, but he’s at work!

Knowing precisely how you are, Togame makes the first move, leaning over and capturing your lips in a kiss that is soft, unabashedly intimate, and that of which touches the furthest and most difficult-to-reach edges of your very soul. He’s breathing life into you, and before you know it, he’s pulling away, smirking, daring you to be the aggressor, and daring you to follow him. And you are, and you do.

Grade: A

After Hours 

“Gonna make you cum before my shift, beautiful. How does that sound? Look at me when I ask you a question.”

Your trembling hand shoots out to grasp the ledge of a nearby shelf in the cafe’s backroom. Togame has your legs draped over his muscular and broad shoulders with your back against the wall in the back office.

Togame loves using your thighs as earmuffs. The harder you squeeze, the more he can tell how good of a job he’s doing. When you squeeze and tremble because he’s sucking on your labia, taking each one into his mouth, sucking, biting, he knows that he’s doing exactly what he needs to get you to absolute euphoria.

“Jo,” you hiss through parted, glossed lips, “They’ll be able to hear us!”

“No, they’ll be able to hear you.”

And he’s right. He snuck you into the back prior to his shift so that he could devour you as though you didn’t pack him a bento box. 

But he’s doing such a good job, licking at your clit until you feel a dull throbbing sensation, making out with your pretty pussy until thick cream coats his lips, and leaving a reflective sheen on his cheeks. 

Unfortunately, the diners aren’t too far away, and you don’t want them to hear every sound Togame is pulling out of you.

And as though he’s intentionally trying to make you louder, he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, no longer teasing the nub but making deliberate infinity shapes that make her twitch.

“I’ll stop when you cum in my mouth, baby.”

He wants you to cum? Might as well take him up on the offer. 

You grab loose fistfuls of his hair and start grinding on his face, allowing his nose to rub against your clit as he offers your pretty hole free use of his tongue.

“That’s my girl. You’re such a good listener.”

“Jo, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Grade: A+

“I’m at your beck and call. Whatever you need is yours.”

To no surprise to anyone, Suo is poised and proper enough to make the butler gig look easy. He knows how to carry the trays without spilling a single crumb of food, he knows where to put the silverware when placing them on the table, and he’s certainly never stressed out during a midday rush.

However, his faults lie with you.

When Suo sees you enter the cafe, he becomes apathetic to the other patrons. He still serves them, yes, but his thoughts are obviously elsewhere. His eyes hardly leave you, watching as you bring a fork up to your mouth and it pushes past your plump lips. 

Your tongue darting out to lick the whipped cream from the corner of your mouth has his eyes widening ever so slightly, and the tea kettle he’s pouring tea from shaking just a bit. 

And when he’s able to serve you? He’s never been happier. Sure, you may not have asked for that extra piece of pie, but you’re absolutely going to get it. Can’t possibly drink any more tea? Nonsense. He’s topping you off again.

Anything for you.

Always.

And forever.

Grade: B

After Hours

"Pretty girl needs to cum at least one more time for us. I need you to cum in my friend's mouth before I touch you."

Your pleasure is Suo’s pleasure, so be a good girl and spread your legs for his friends, mkay? Suo’s tongue slides into your mouth as his fingers brush against the strands of your hair that have managed to fall into your face. 

He can’t help but admire you, your beauty, and your fucked out expression as your mouth opens and closes, waves and waves of pleasure rocking you to your core. 

His beautiful girl.

The cafe's shades are drawn closed, and the interior of the restaurant is only illuminated by dim amber lamp lights placed sporadically throughout the medium-sized room. 

Suo cups your chin, his mouth only leaving yours as he tilts your face forward, “Tell Sakura how much you like when he sucks on your clit.”

Sakura grunts from between your thighs. He’s on all fours, face so flush against your cunt that there’s surely no room for him to breathe. But if that’s the case, he isn’t indicating that oxygen is a necessity as he’s dragging his tongue, flattened and broad, against your swollen clit in long licks. 

“That feels really good, Sakura. You’re doing such a great job.” You pause, but Suo’s quick, heated glance in your direction wills you to continue. “You’re doing a great job, and I like when you suck on my clit”

“Good girl. It’s important to thank your butlers. Now be sure to thank Umemiya, too.”

You turn your head to the side, gazing up at Umemiya, who is pulling up his undershirt in clenched fists, exposing his toned stomach and chest, and his pants hanging loosely around his thighs. His pectorals have been a rosy pink all night, the persistent blush only spreading as he lays witness to you and what you’re capable of.

Your hand is wrapped around his cock, fingertips unable to touch each other from the sheer circumference of him, but dammit you’re trying. “Thank you, Umemiya, for letting me jerk you off.”

Suo lets out a quiet hiss, pleased with your obedience. He grips you by the cheeks and leans down, his lips so close to yours, his eye peering into your soul.

“Who do you think should go first? Which butler would you like to request, love?”

You’d smirk if his hand wasn’t forcing your lips into a pout, but your eyebrow twitches, and you get that familiar glint in your eye that Suo loves so much.

“I don’t think anyone has to take turns. Everyone pick a hole.” 

Grade: A+

“P-please tell me how I can help you?”

When you see Nirei in his butler outfit, you swoon. How could someone so innocent and cute look like that? And while he blushes and stutters when taking your order, he’s probably the most impressive butler in the cafe.

He knows the menu like the back of his hand, is always on time, and is willing to stay late if need be.

Unlike the other participants on this list, your presence isn’t enough to shake Nirei, and admittedly, that might hurt a bit, right? In actuality, Nirei does so well because of you.

He knows you’re watching, so he’s careful with every movement and every word he says. He so desperately wants to impress you. So you might not always see it, but he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye, hoping you saw him interact with a client with perfect protocol. 

As you have lunch with your friends and your eyes meet, he’ll shoot you a little wave as he turns his attention back to a customer. Your friends will giggle because how did YOU trap someone so cute, sweet, and innocent?

And you’ll take offense to that because 1) you aren’t a predator who hunts cute little animals–-Bambi is most certainly safe when you’re around and 2) Nirei is anything but innocent.  

Grade: A+

After Hours:

"O-oh god! You’re amazing, so beautiful, please don’t stop! I-I’m gonna..!"

With shaky hands, Nirei hangs onto the plush of your ass–and on for dear life–as you ride him in reverse cowgirl position on the floor of the Butler Cafe. 

“O-oh, my god…” He musters the strength to bring his head up to look at you expertly bouncing on his dick, swallowing him whole like you were made for this.

He doesn’t think he’s going to make it.

“Y/N! P-please slow down!”

You let out a breathless giggle, your nails digging into his thighs for leverage as you sit up straight and roll your hips. “You did so well serving me today, Nirei! I’m just rewarding my butler.”

God and he’d serve you for a lifetime if it meant experiencing this.

“D-do you know what I’m doing right now, baby?”

He lets out a grunt, the only sound he can manage, as the muscles in his calves tighten to the point of almost cramping.

Fuck, why are you so good at this?

You swivel your hips to the left, right, up and down, dragging the head of his cock against your g-spot. “I’m spelling your name.”

S-spelling his-

Oh, fuck.

Nirei bites his lip, eyes rolling into the back of his head as something so inevitable, so ridiculously powerful, hits him like a freight train. A cross between a whimper-whine escapes from parted lips, and it catches you off guard because, if anything, his moan is a clear indication of how much he desires you and how much he’s always wanted you. 

You consider stopping, the rolling of your hips slowing, but the feeling of immense pressure makes you moan. The licking of your lips replaces the cocky grin on your face as you throw your head back.

Because, god, there’s just so much of it! 

You look between your legs as his cum drips from your cunt and onto the cafe floor. His balls still clenching and unclenching as he continues to pour into you. 

“Nirei, there’s so much!”

“Mmmm, h-happy to give you some more?”

Grade: A+

Special thanks to @suosgirl and @hayatoseyepatch for your ideas/contributions. 

[spicycinnabun]

can i ask for werewolf au 🐺🐺🐺 please in "make me write"

“Don’t go down there.”

Tommy’s voice didn’t startle Buck—perks of the super wolfy hearing—but he did take his hand off the doorknob with a guilty smile.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just curious.”

He was feeling well enough now to get up and move around, and though he hated leaving Tommy’s bed, his wolf had been tugging restlessly on the leash, urging him to explore more of the den.

Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, I’m gathering that. Kinda surprised you’re a werewolf and not a werecat.”

“I’m not nearly graceful enough to be a werecat. You, uh, hiding some dead bodies or something?” Buck joked. He glanced at the door again. 

Knowing he wasn’t allowed to go into the basement now made it so much more tempting. Like looking at a big red button that said do not touch! 

“No. It’s just a mess. I’m renovating.”

That was a perfectly normal, acceptable answer, yet Buck couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t the truth.

“Hmm, don't know if I believe you,” he said playfully. “Maybe you're actually a mad scientist, and your secret lab is down there?” He tugged on the drawstring of his borrowed sweats. “Or maybe you’re hiding a crazy sex dungeon.” 

“You caught me,” Tommy responded, dry as sand. “It’s my sex dungeon. So unless you want to get tied up and spanked, you’ll stay out.”

Oh.

Oh, boy. 

Those were some interesting images going through his head. 

“Um,” Buck said eloquently, blood rushing to his cheeks.

Tommy took pity on him. “I’m kidding, Evan.” 

Buck laughed. It sounded weird. Where was his sanity? It certainly wasn’t in the room anymore.

And he still wanted to open that door. But, like a good boy, he didn’t push. Instead, he hastily altered course. “You’re a pilot, right? At the harbor station? I saw your pictures on the mantelpiece.” 

The connection had excited Buck. And maybe he had drooled a little seeing the Alpha standing next to a chopper, wearing a flight suit and sporting a big grin. He looked so happy. Right in his element. Just like Buck felt at his job.

Tommy’s smile grew, crinkles appearing. It transformed his face, just like in the photos. Buck’s heart literally pitter-pattered. (God, he needed to get a grip.) “Yeah. I was with a different station before I transferred to air ops. Best decision I’ve ever made.”

“Nice.” Buck stopped himself from adding how cool he thought it was. He had repeated that word far too many times since he’d met Tommy. “Must be fun to fly. Which station were you at before?”

“The one-eighteen.”

Buck’s eyes widened. “No way! That’s my station! I—I’m a firefighter, too.”

That meant Buck wasn’t the first werewolf to work there. He wondered if Bobby knew about Tommy’s lycanthropy, and that was why he’d taken Buck’s so stoically. It was such a crazy coincidence. If their timelines had synced up, they could’ve worked together.

“Yeah?” Tommy folded his arms, appraising him. “That makes a lot of sense. You seem like the type.”

Buck’s chest puffed up with pride, his blush reigniting. Was it his physique? His demeanor? Did Tommy think he looked like a hero? “Thanks!” He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to linger on himself. “So, you know Hen and Chim?”

Tommy nodded. “I did. They’re great people.”

Buck was about to ask another question when he noticed Tommy subtly glancing at his watch. He stepped backward. “Sorry. I-I’m talking your ear off again.”

Tommy’s eyebrows raised. “You apologize too much, Evan. You’re fine. I do have to go pick up a package in a few minutes, though. Want to come for a ride?”

Those words triggered the same internal reaction as wanna go for a walk? Buck grinned. Some fresh air would probably feel awesome and stop him from making a bigger fool of himself. “Okay! Uh, do—do you mind if I shift?” 

His wolf loved truck rides, which Eddie never failed to tease him about. He could easily be mistaken for a dog if he kept himself somewhat hidden. 

Tommy looked amused. “I don’t mind. I’ll have to re-wrap your dressing, though.” 

Have Tommy’s hands on him again? Buck had no problem with that at all.

“I’ll be right back.” He dashed for the bathroom, pleased when he only limped a little bit.

“Hey, take it slow!” Tommy called after him. 

Sheepishly, Buck followed the Alpha’s command.

⏾

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Finer Things 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, age gap, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your mom surprises you with a visit but has a lot more in store than you could ever imagine.

Characters: Tony Stark

Note: back on my bs.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Thor loves thunder. Take care. 💖

“Dessert,” Tony declares as he takes the small menu from the middle of the table. “You a creme brulee girlie? Cheesecake?” His eyes flick down to the menu, “I know your mom has a sweet tooth.” He snickers as he opens the leather folio, “oh, sticky toffee. Messy. Hm, the souffle sounds good. How about it? Soft, gooey.” 

“Mm, what’s the cheesecake?” Your mother leans in as she swirls her third glass of wine. 

Tony seems almost to wince as he looks at her. It feels like he’s been staring at you for much of the night. It didn’t make it feel any less like you’re the third wheel. 

“Apple and salted caramel,” he shows her the menu. 

Your phone vibrates in your bag. You move the purse into your lap and reach inside to mute it. As you look up, you find Tony’s dark eyes once more set on you. 

“Sorry, just turning that off,” you explain, “my friend...” 

“Oh, is that the one that was with you at the talk? My biggest fan? Besides you, of course?” 

Your mother laughs and touches his sleeve, “oh, you are so silly. Sweetie, isn’t he silly?” 

“Yes, sweetie, aren’t I so fun?” He seems to mock her. She doesn’t mind as she’s more interested in her wine. 

“Um, yeah, Perry... she’s in my... my stats class.” 

“Stats. Bullshit. I paid some dweeb to take my exam,” he chortles, “I bet you’re gonna brag all about me to her, huh? Twist the blade a little?” 

“Uh, what?” You stick your lip out in surprise, “no, sir. Tony,” you cringe at your slip, “no, I wouldn’t.” 

“Ah, come on,” he reaches across the table, “let’s get a pic for Perry. She can drool over it.” 

“No, no,” you wave him off, “that’s okay. I don’t want to trouble you.” 

“No trouble. I’m offering, sweetheart. Be a good memory. I mean, you had dinner with Tony Stark. Hate to stroke my own... ego but you know, some people pay for that pleasure,” he chuckles again. “Come on,” he beckons you over again, “get in close.” 

You look around awkwardly. You hate taking pictures in public. You see others do it and it always looks so awkward. 

“Go on,�� your mother goads. “Live a little.” 

You glance at her sharply before you sidle over the seat. You get up as Tony sits back and you sit on the end of the curved bench. He taps your lower back, “gotta get closer than that,” he purrs. You slide in and he flips his palm up, “phone, sweetheart.” 

You shove your hand into your purse and find your phone. You unlock the camera and give it to him; he nearly snatches it first. He extends his arm and leans into you, wrapping his arm around you. He grips your hip under the table as his cologne smothers you. 

“Smile pretty for me, sweetheart,” he smirks and snaps the photo just as you muster a surprised pout. “Ha that’s cute. We’re keeping it,” he lowers the phone and examines the picture. “I’m just gonna send a copy to myself...” 

“What?” You squeak. 

“Sure. It’s funny.” He taps his thumb on the screen. “And you’ll have my number. Just in case.” 

“Oh,” you murmur. You don’t argue but wait until he hands your cell back. You take it but as you go to get up, he holds onto you. 

“So, dessert then,” he squeezes your hip so his fingers curl into your soft flesh, “how about it?” 

“Oh, they have a special apple cider,” your mom looks over the menu. You squirm. She can’t be that drunk. Especially as his hand moves-- 

“Um, yeah, sure, but I need to... go to the bathroom,” you exclaim and pull away before his hand can settle on your ass. You really don’t think he meant it but you’re about to combust. “I’ll be right back, I just need to... go.” 

You stumble off the bench as you stomach hits the table. Your mom looks up, an annoyed stitch between her brows, and she sighs. 

“Hurry up, sweetie.” 

“I’ll order you that souffle,” Tony offers. 

“It does sound delicious,” your mother waves the menu at him. “Maybe I’ll have one too.” 

You flit off before you can dissolve into embarrassment. You’re used to being the awkward one. You don’t mind the armour of your social dissonance that keeps you out of the way, but he just drags you out and puts you in the light. You hate that. 

You’re all too happy to hide in the bathroom. You take your time, not even eager to try the souffle. Dinner is still settling and you’re not sure it ever will with how your stomach mulches nervously. When you come out into the dining room again, you swerve around the other tables. 

Your mom scowls at her empty glass as Tony sits indifferently next to her. You haven’t missed the way other patrons glance over at the man they’ve only ever seen on magazines and television. You resume your seat across from him as he perks up. 

“There she is,” he flutters his fingers at the table, “dessert waiting and all.” 

“Oh, thanks,” you look down at the dark souffle dusted with icing sugar. 

“We only waited for you to dig in,” you mother scoffs. 

“You always get snappy with the wine, Joyce?” Tony challenges and gives her a nudge. “You should be happy to get to see your brilliant daughter. She really is just... wonderful. You raised her right.” 

Your mom looks at him and grins. He added just enough praise to tweak her narcissistic flare. She puts her shoulders up. 

“Well, twenty years of hard work,” she preens. 

You pick up your fork first. Anything to keep you from having to speak. You poke into the souffle as Tony puts his attention to his own plate. Your mom slices into her cheesecake and hums as she tastes it. You take a small bite and look up as heat speckles your cheeks. 

Tony stares at you as he sucks his spoon clean. You fidget at the way his irises seem to blend into his pupils. Your lashes flick and you look down at the spongy souffle. Your stomach is doing somersaults. Why is he looking at you like that? Why is he looking at you at all? 

You scoop up more of the dessert and focus on each bite. You know he’s watching. You feel it. You can still feel the tingle on your hip too. Right where he latched on. 

You haven’t had much success with boys but you don’t think that’s normal. Especially since he should have his arm around your mother. Shouldn’t he? Maybe you’re just put off by the surprise of it all. Well, if you go by the tabloids, he won’t be around very long anyhow. 

You clear your plate and wash it down with the last of your wine. You only had the single glass and it took all night to nurse it. You peer over at your mom. Her eyes are glassy as she silently ponders her crust. 

“Mom, you alright?” You ask. 

“Oh, you know, the doctor gave me these new pills. I think the wine might be mingling a bit too much with those,” she trills with laughter, “oh my.” 

Huh? Your mom’s always been on one form of antidepressant or another, you’re not entirely sure. The therapist wrote her scripts and you never bothered to check them. 

“Ah, the old Xanny-cabernet double hitter,” Tony chirps. You look at him sharply. “Relax, honey, I’ll take care of her. Huh, Joyce? I always do, don’t I?” He rubs her shoulder as she nods and slumps back, grinning. 

“Think maybe she needs to go,” you say as you stare at your mom with concern. 

“Don’t worry,” he raises his hand, “I’ll get us paid up and you can help me get her back to her hotel.” 

Another charge on her Mastercard. You try not to worry about it. You spent half your teenage years making sure she paid the bills before she went to the boutique but you have your own money to worry about now. 

“Okay,” you agree. You just want to make sure she’s alright. 

The server returns and Tony asks for the check. Your mom’s eyes droop with each passing minute. When at last, it’s all squared, she’s about to keel over the table. 

As Tony helps her out of the booth, you burn with mortification. You can only watch helplessly. She knew she shouldn’t drink on her new meds but it doesn’t make you feel any better about it. You should have said something when she poured the second glass. Sometimes you feel more like her parent than her child. 

“Keep her here, will ya?” He leaves you just outside the door. 

You watch Tony walk away and try not to make eye contact with anyone else coming or going. You shiver as you support your mom and she babbles, “isn’t he so handsome, sweetie? And rich? And perfect?” 

“Mm, yeah, mom,” you agree because you know she’s not really looking for an answer. 

“You know, it’s the funniest thing. I met him at the jewelers... what do you think he was doing in our town? Nothing much going on...” she trails off.  

You nod and watch the street. A red car pulls up and revs. Tony gets out and winks as he comes back up the pavement. He reaches for your mom and she staggers into him. 

“Oof, honey,” he snickers. “How about you take the front and I’ll get mom in the back laying down?” 

“Right,” you agree, “it’s not... I... I can get the bus.” 

“Nah, baby, I’ll make sure you get home safe. I can’t tell your mom I just let you wander off into the dark.” You scrunch your lips and nod. You walk to the car next to him as he helps your mother move her weak legs. “Get the door, sweetheart.” 

You pull the back door open and you find yourself nearly crushed against it as he angles your mom inside. As he pushes her up the seat, he presses into you. He bends her legs and they fall sideways. He huffs and stands, turning to face you. He doesn’t back up. 

“Ah, now, sweetheart, you keep those hands to yourself,” he snickers.  

“What?” You breathe. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he purrs and brushes his fingertips down your sleeve, “you’re shaking like a leaf.” 

You shiver but you’re not sure it’s the frigid air. He backs up and you skirt around the door. He shuts it and quickly follows you, opening the front before you can. 

“Ah, allow me,” he steps back. 

You duck your head down and get in the passenger seat. Your heart is thumping. It’s nothing. It’s in your head. He’s just being... him? With how he’s behaved all night, you can’t say it’s unusual. You suppose he gets away with it because of his reputation. 

He shuts the door and goes around the other side. He drops into the driver’s seat and clears his throat. He pushes back his jacket and pulls on the seatbelt behind his shoulder. 

“Buckle up, sweetheart. Can’t risk that pretty face, can we?” He hums and taps the ignition button. “You want me to warm ya up?” He hits another button as you gape at his suggestion. “Seat warmer.” 

“Oh, okay, thanks.” 

“Hmm, you know, been a while since I had a pretty young thing like you in my car,” he adjusts the mirror and checks his reflection. “The grey tends to keep them away.” 

“Ah, yeah,” you agree tacitly. 

He strains to see around the car ahead of him and pulls out. He clucks, “so... you don’t like it?” 

“Don’t like... what?” 

“The gray hair,” he asks. 

“I didn’t... no, I didn’t say that.” 

“But you agreed.” 

“I-- I didn’t notice. Really. I don’t mind.” 

“You don’t mind, huh?” He combs the hair at his temple, one hand still on the wheel. “So, you think it makes me more handsome? Defined?” 

“I don’t... I don’t know,” you pick at your nails nervously. 

“You know, you can be honest. Won’t hurt my feelings. I’m more than just my good looks, you know?” He laughs as he leans on the pedal.  

“I’m not... I wouldn’t lie,” you say. 

He snorts, “oh, sweetheart, I know you wouldn’t. I like that about you.” He tilts his head at the road, “I can see right through you.” 

You swallow down the silence. The tension cords around your throat and you cough. You’re not sure why he’s so concerned with what you think. He should be more worried about your mother snoring in his backseat. 

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out of your league - paul lahote x reader (alternative version)

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Esme and Rosalie gushed over the pictures that you showed them. Rosalie was more emotional as Emmett smiled at his wife’s excitement.

“When can we meet them?” Alice excitedly asked you.

“U-Um…I don’t-“ you start.

“Alice. Lay off, would you?” Edward defended.

“We’re not going to hurt them.” she persuaded to him.

”Where are they now?” Rosalie asks.

“With their dad…We get a week each.” You answer.

“The shifter?” She asks. There wasn’t nastiness to it, just pure curiosity. You nod.

“Can you see them in your visions, Alice?” Esme asks.

“I would have to see them in person to be sure.” Alice answers.

“What was it like? Pregnancy?” Rosalie asked you. She sat close to you. Esme smiled as she wanted to know how yours went.

“It was nice…I kept it intimate and it was peaceful.” You nod with a smile and you found the joy in Rosalie’s eyes.

She asked many questions. You answered them with no problem. You talked to her. It was nice to gush about having a human grow in your stomach.

Edward took your hand when it got dark. Outside, he told you to get on his back. You smile a bit as you did so and he ran through the landscapes of Spokane. He showed you the true beauty of it.

You clutched him tightly as the night air whizzed past your skin.

The night sky was filled with stars, you could see the shimmer of his skin with the right angle.

He brought you to sit with him in the cool grass.

Looking forward at the sight, you lean closer to him as he caressed your fingers in his hand.

“I have to tell you something.” You whisper as the environment was quiet. You didn’t feel like a loud, normal voice was appropriate.

“What is it?”

You hesitate but he rubbed the back of your hand with graceful affection.

“When I found out I was expecting…I was so scared. I considered….Getting rid of…Them.”

He placed a kiss on your eyelid as your stomach twisted into excited knots, “What were you afraid of?”

“Children wasn’t what I envisioned in my future. It made life to be too…Real, I guess. I was being immature about things but I’m glad that they’re here. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I figured it would be useful if I didn’t pretend that it was my dream and to be more real with myself and others around me.”

“I know that you love them, Y/N.”

“I do.” You whispered.

“It’s normal to feel afraid of the unknown.”

You hum out a response. Nothing was said for a while until Edward broke the silence.

“What about marriage? Were you always sure?”

You look down.

“I was sure but to be honest..I’m not sure if I liked actual marriage or if I liked the idea.” You reveal.

“What’s your idea of marriage?”

“Happiness with one person. One person, only.”

“I think I like your idea. A lot.”

You shyly grin, “Marriage isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. There’s hardship and..It definitely takes a toll, as you can see.”

“I imagine happiness and hardship with one person. That one person is there at your side through it all…Forever. There can be hardship but there shouldn’t be any heartache in it.” He trailed off.

You swallow as you woodenly nod.

The drool fell out of their mouth as your child cried. You tried your best to comfort them. Paul warned you before you took them. He told you he had lost sleep the night before, due to comforting them.

You told him to take advantage of your week of getting them and for him to get some sleep. You’re not sure if he would listen.

Their mouth was wide open as they fussed and you see small white dots trying to poke through their gums.

Teething.

You froze teething toys to try to help them. They were still irritable. They even gummed on your finger due to desperation of relief.

A cold rag was in their mouth as they gummed on that as well.

You stayed up through the night trying to put them to sleep but they were in too much pain. You felt bad for them.

You flop forward on your bed when they finally dozed off.

A soft fuss woke you up, you lift your head and look at the time.

Fifteen minutes.

You rise out of bed in urgency as you never heard them quit a cry that fast.

Your heart continued to pound as you watched the scene before you.

“Edward.” You whispered. He looks over with a slight grin.

“What are you doing?” You whispered shouted as you took cautious steps.

“It’s okay…Look.” He says and reveals what’s happening. You look at your baby clutching their small hand to Edward’s finger as he held them and they were content. They didn’t cry. They didn’t look uncomfortable. They just gummed on his finger in relief as drool produced from their mouth.

You relax your shoulders.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. Their gums are a bit swollen.” He murmured as they started to drift off, softly continuing to gum down on his finger.

“They’re teething.” You say sadly as you caressed their pajama covered leg.

“I feel their teeth trying to poke through.” He says with a somewhat excited smile.

He continued to hold them, even when they fell asleep.

“Do you think…I can be around more?” He asks with hopefulness. You had your knees to your chest as you both lounged on your bed.

“I don’t know…” you say, dripping in uncertainty.

“They stopped crying when I picked them up.”

“…How do they smell to you? I don’t want anything to be uncomfortable…”

He grinned a bit, “Like babies..They smell really good..”

You grin too.

“Yeah…I love their smell.” you admit back quietly and you both chuckle. He placed an affectionate hand on your knee.

“I can be a help…On the nights that you’re tired, I can be up with them.”

“I know…”

“I’ll bundle them up with a blanket or something whenever I hold them, so that they won’t feel cold from my touch.” He says convincingly.

You stare at him, “If they cry, you can’t persist. I know that that’s what you like to do.”

He chuckled, “I won’t. I won’t even feel offense.”

“Okay….And thank you..” You tell him and plant a shy smooch to his mouth. He smiled as you slowly pulled your lips away and invited you to press your lips back to his.

The next morning, they gurgled as you rubbed their stomach before picking them up with a smile. “You’re so cute.” You coo to them with a kiss on their cheek. You move to the kitchen. The morning sunlight brought out their happy face as they weren’t as irritated as the day before.

They did start to whine a bit and you gave them their pacifier that you let sit in the freezer.

They lifted their head as they caught sight of Edward. They stared at Edward. No expression. You couldn’t read it but they didn’t squirm or cry. No matter where you turned, they made sure to turn their head to not lose sight of Edward. They were curious.

He brought out his arms and you hesitantly gave him a look. The blanket was perfectly ready for him to hold the baby.

You slowly put them in his arms. Your heart raced.

They only stared at him as they softly sucked on their pacifier. He stared down at them with soft, liquid gold eyes.

The silence was killing you so you take them from his arms. He looked sad to let them go.

They started fussing when you took them back in your arms. They look over to Edward as if he would rescue them.

“I guess they have a new favorite.” You say softly as you watch as they leaned their upper body towards Edward.

It was as if Edward was opening a Christmas gift when he took them back.

You follow him as he moved to the table.

Sitting down, Edward sat them up comfortably in his lap while you fed them.

“I know that they’re a baby…But can you read their mind?” You ask.

“They really like mashed sweet potatoes.” he replied warmly with a smile as it was smeared on the baby’s mouth.

You watch the baby closely. They did enjoy their mushed food, but all that ran through your mind was Paul smelling Edward’s scent whenever you drop them off.

“Hey, don’t be nervous.” he murmured to you as he placed a hand on your slightly bouncing knee.

“I’m trying not to be. Paul will flip if he smells you. Especially on them.” you say softly but nervously.

“Nothing a bath can’t fix. I won’t touch their clothes or anything.”

You finished feeding them. He turned the baby to him and wiped their face. He couldn’t stop smiling at them and the baby couldn’t stop looking at him as they stepped their small feet on his lap.

“Did you have a relationship with your own real dad? If you can remember..” you ask curiously.

“My father was always away for business..He was successful in his law career.”

“So..You were always well off…No wonder you can’t help spoiling me.” you replied humorously.

He was tickled with soft laughter as he glanced at you with enamored eyes for a bit that made your heart jump dramatically.

“You were more close to your real mom?” you ask quietly.

“Yes…My father wasn’t much of an expressive person…He was emotionally distant.. I don’t have too many memories of him.”

You hummed a response.

Edward sat them in their playpen as you help him make your breakfast. When you were finished eating, Edward walked past the playpen.

You watched as your baby’s small arms raised a bit before putting them back down as they stared at Edward.

With a heartfelt grin, he picks them up from your arms.

As you cleaned up around the house, Edward laid on the couch with the baby on him. The baby clambered and climbed all over his chest as they babbled.

When their teething bothered them, they grabbed Edward’s finger to put in their drooling mouth.

The sight almost made your heart dropped. You found yourself almost wishing that having a child with Edward was possible, he would’ve been a great parent.

The soft words he spoke to them from his mouth, dripped in benevolence.

You shook your head as you felt you were foolish to produce such thought.

You felt like it wasn’t right. It was so soon after Paul.

But, seeing Edward smiling and speaking to them in such a tender way, made your heart skip a beat. It was too natural. Too perfect.

You tucked such thought deep in your mind.

Dressed in their pajamas, you get them ready for bed. Edward was sitting in the rocking chair. A blanket was in his hands.

You watched as he gently rocked back and forth, staring down affectionately at the child as he softly hummed a lullaby. The baby found it relaxing as they continued to stare at Edward but was dozing off against his blanket covered chest.

They fell asleep peacefully with their mouth slightly open.

“I’m so grateful for you.” He whispered to you. You both faced each other as you both lay in your bed.

“I’m grateful for you.” You reply back with a soft grin.

A grateful kiss was shared between the two.

The child throughout the week, did let you hold them but once Edward entered the room, they leaned their body towards him.

He pushed the stroller during walks and the child couldn’t stop staring at him.

“A beautiful baby you have there.” An elderly woman says as she used her cane to walk. Her eyes were kind as she peered in the stroller.

“Thanks.” You say.

She looks up with a kind smile at both you and Edward.

“A beautiful couple.”

“Thanks.” Edward says.

You double cleaned them in the bath. You promised that this was a one time thing.

Paul opened the door and his eyes were harder than they’ve ever been.

He stared at his child, buried his nose in their neck before looking at you.

“Who have they been around?”

“….My lover.”

He scoffed with a slight shake of his head.

“Don’t bring them around my kid.”

“Yeah?….Who's earrings are those?” You point on the coffee table.

“Someone who I won’t have around my kid. You should take notes.” he throws back.

“Whatever…” you grumble out.

Edward produced a sappy smile as he turned his cellphone around and showed you a picture he had taken of your kid.

You softly poke your bottom lip out as you stared in awe.

But over dinner, you were quiet. You didn’t speak until he asked you what you were thinking.

“Paul knows I had company this week. He doesn’t know it was you.”

“Oh.”

“I think it’s best if….We cut down the time you’re spending with them.”

His face fell and your hand immediately grab his. He sat back in his chair with sorrow.

“I won’t hurt them, Y/N..I promise.” He whispered.

“It’s not that I think you will hurt them, it’s just…Imagine if Paul found out that you’ve been here, around the baby. Let alone, us dating each other.”

“…You haven’t told him that you’re seeing someone?” he asked quietly. He was slightly hurt but you caressed his hand affectionately.

“Of course I have told him. If I tell him it’s you, he will flip. He’ll make sure I never see my baby ever again.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

You get up and set your dishes in the sink.

“It’s just too dangerous.. It will be my fault if things go disarray and I’m trying to prevent it.” you say as you keep your hands on your arms. He placed his own hands on yours as he peered at you.

“I want to be more involved in your life and your kid is also apart of that…I love you..”

You swallow as you nod.

You close your eyes as you felt at a loss.

“I care about you, deeply.” you say quietly.

“But, you don’t love me.” he says quietly, almost so quiet that you strained to pick it up.

“I’m in love with you. I just can’t say the words right now.”

“I hate that he’s done this to you.” he says with a shake of his head.

“I’ll be okay…Time will tell.”

“It’s not okay. Him hurting you this bad is not okay.”

You tear up and he brought you to his chest.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t care. I do. I really do.” You choke out.

“I know that you care…You’re just too precious to be hurting like this.” He murmured to you.

Your week had came by. When you collected your kid, Paul seemed to be in a rush. You didn’t care to ask.

You came home, Edward greeted you both at the door and your kid leaned their body towards him.

Your kid smiled when Edward propped them on his shoulders.

Loud and excited noises came from their small mouth.

Your kid almost instantly fell asleep whenever he would rock them to sleep. They made sure to stare at him as they drained their bottle before their eyes were heavy. The lullaby began to get stuck in your head.

Freshly clean, you held them on your hip as you knocked on Paul’s door.

Rachel opened the door instead. She stepped forward, you stepped back, holding your baby tighter.

“Where’s Paul?” You demanded.

“He’s on his way home.”

Home.

“I’ll leave until he comes back.” You say.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You’re lucky a child is in my hands, I would’ve punched you in the mouth just for saying that.” you say venomously and turn around to get in your car.

You thought that she was supposed to be in Hawaii with her sister, Rebecca.

You lean your head back against the seat with your eyes closed as you hoped that this wouldn’t be every time that you dropped the baby off.

A tap on the window made you open your eyes as your baby softly babbled in the backseat in their car seat.

You roll down your window a bit.

“Come, on. What are you doing?” Paul asked before walking around the car to open the car door that your baby was sitting by.

“Wait…Paul, get in the car.”

He looked at you, “For what?”

“Just get in the car, really quick.” you say friendly.

He gives his baby a quick peck on the forehead as they stared at him with soft excited breaths.

He closed the door as he got in the passenger seat.

“Alright, what.”

“What’s going on? Rachel’s living with you now? It’s like you’re trying to rub the salt in the wound.” you say softly but carefully.

He let out a tired breath.

“At least I’m not alone…” he starts off strongly but you stare at him and he changed the beat of his voice, “Her actual cooking sucks…Its nothing like yours, trust me…She’s not really good with cleaning either but…I’ve been shifting less since she’s been around, so there’s that.”

“Hm…” you mused as you then stare at the steering wheel.

“She’s only been spending some nights over. It’s not like she moved in.”

“Paul….I don’t know about this…She’s part of the reason why we’re apart…I would hate…And I mean hate, for her to take whatever she has against me out on my baby. I will literally get violent.”

“Y/N, I wouldn’t do that. You know I’m not leaving them alone with anybody, except for my dad.”

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel a bit, “I thought she was in Hawaii with Rebecca?”

“She was..” he says as he didn’t look you in the eye.

“….You reached out to her.” you pieced together.

He looked back up.

“Paul.” you groan.

“You done already moved on. You’re all happy and shit.”

“I’ll see you later.” you say with a twisted expression.

He clenched his jaw a bit before opening the car door.

“You’re not even paying attention.” Edward says in your ear, it made you crack a smile.

“Sorry.” you apologize roughly as you felt caught.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked softly.

”Nothing.” you try but his look made you fold as you knew that he knew better.

“I went to Paul’s and….She was there.” you look down.

“Rachel.” he stated in an apathetic tone.

You nod.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“They’re together now.” You reveal. He had a look of distaste.

“It’s like…They’re playing in your face…I don’t like it.” He says in odiousness.

“That’s them. I don’t care what they have going on. I only care about the wellbeing of my kid.” You shrug off.

He only shook his head in disapproval.

You turn your head back to the vintage black and white film that was playing on the television.

“Let me take you to Paris.”

“Whoa.” you say lowly as you whipped your head to look at him.

“What?”

“You said it so casually. Like as if it’s just down the street.”

He chuckled.

“What are you going to have me doing there?” you ask.

“Surprise.”

“Boo.” you say playfully and he leaned and kissed your forehead.

He told you to not go to sleep. The sun didn’t come up yet.

You held his hand as he walked with you through the airport.

Excitement swarmed throughout your body.

Edward spoke fluent French. You watch his mouth but it was as if he was a native to the country.

“Do you speak some French?” He asks you as you ate a French cuisine.

“Cou cou.” You say. He smiled.

“But, speaking like you, forget about it.” You say and he chuckled a bit.

Your mind was blown.

The Lourve.

You were like a kid in a candy store as you floated through the museum. So many legendary paintings filled your eyes. You took in every detail. You took your time to appreciate each and every inch of the art museum. You didn’t want to leave.

Edward was drawn to the mind that you possessed. He watched you fall in love with art all over again. He didn’t care about the art in the room. His museum was in your mind.

You wouldn’t stop talking about it as you both went back to the rented villa that he had arranged.

It was in the countryside.

He bought you a small digital camera in a shop during a stroll. It was nice taking pictures of the moments that you would be able to look back on.

“I like the countryside better than the city.” You admit as you both walked through a town that had beautiful landscapes that would look like a painting.

He agreed as he squeezed your hand that was in his.

The moonlight shone through the dark room.

His hand was intertwined with yours as he kept staring at them. Leaning forward, an open mouth, sensual kiss from you, was placed on the side of his mouth. You thought that his kiss would make its way to your mouth but it rested on your throat.

You sigh out in surprise when he tugs your hand and you face him as you’re in his lap.

“I love you.” He tells you in a velvet whisper.

You caress the nape of his neck and move to kiss him but he leans his head back a bit. You look at his waiting face.

“Do you love me too?”

Your heart pounded in your chest. You try. You genuinely try. The words couldn’t come out.

“I..I don’t know.” You finally whispered nervously.

He had a soft flicker of sorrow but he nodded as he understood.

You’re slid off of his body and you’re now next to him but you reach out to him.

“I have feelings for you…I do. I don’t want you to think otherwise, Edward.” You reassured with your arms around him. He was comfortable in your embrace.

“I only want to do this..If you feel the same back…I want both of us to enjoy it…Not just me.” He expressed.

“No, I get it…I’m sorry.”

He grinned a bit as he shook his head, “Don’t be sorry…I’m glad that you’re honest with me.”

You nod as he kissed your cheek.

You smile a bit as you look at him.

“I do know, I love your kisses…They’re nice.” you admit and light comes to the surface of his eyes.

He kissed your cheek again. You lean to kiss his cheek but his lips captured yours first. The kiss was slow and sweet.

He lazily pulls away and they rest under your jaw. You breathe in shakily as he rubbed your arm.

You then lay back with your heart thudding as you both face each other. Eyes never leave each other.

You trace your fingers on his lips before they’re trapped his hand as he kissed them delicately.

“If you love me, it’s okay to just say it, Y/N.” he whispered.

You nod, “I know. I want to mean it. I want to be sure.”

Your fingers held the camera, you were looking through the photos as Edward was hunting before taking you to the airport. You stared at the pictures you didn’t take as you sat on the couch.

Candid pictures of you, different days in different outfits. You never would’ve thought off guard pictures of you would look so good. Your smile in some photos made you smile. You and France went good together as happiness was evident in your face. You wondered if Edward knew he was a good photo taker.

Paul’s father calls you. They told you that he can drop them off for you at your place.

You tell him your address since you were in the car ride home.

Paul then texted you, asking where you are.

“I’m not home yet.” You typed.

You don’t get a reply back.

You watch Edward’s nose wrinkle with a frown as soon as he stepped out of the car. His eyes went dark. You follow him out and hold tightly to his hand.

“What is it?”

“…Paul’s been here.”

“What?” you say in disbelief. You hastily unlock the door and your heart dropped.

As you moved through the home, things were fine but you followed Edward as he stood in the doorway of the room that you did your art in.

You were scared to look by the numb look on his face.

A hand went to your heart as your keys fell from your shaky hands and Edward caught them as he, himself, couldn’t believe the sight.

You almost dropped to your knees.

“Oh my go-“ you choke off and pick up the destroyed canvases. They were clearly punched in with one hand sized holes. You drop them with clatters. Some were broken up.

Your sketchbooks were torn out and unrecognizable.

He raged out in this room.

In paint, large letters spelled out an insult on the wall, you can tell he squirted out the paint from the bottles to spell it. He wrote it in red. Bold.

“Leech Lover.” you read out loud in a shaky voice.

Edward was already wiping it off.

You crumble to the ground and brought your knees to your chest and put your head down.

You cry. Really hard.

Edward kneeled in front of you with a hand on your back.

He pulled your body to him as he affectionately rocked you while you cried.

You abruptly stand up, frantically wiping your face with a sniff. Determination was in your voice.

“I’m going over there.”

“Y/N, that’s the last thing-“

“I’m going over there! Don’t stop me….Please.”

He let you go, much to his dislike.

You banged on the door. Paul opened it immediately and the smug look made you want to strangle him.

You clench your fists to your sides instead.

“You broke into my house?” You ask in a low but gritty tone.

“I sure did.”

You sharply inhale as it felt like a blow to your gut. You felt weak at his admittance.

“Why? Why would you do that?” you brokenly ask.

“Didn’t like the message?”

You clench your jaw as you go to slap him but he caught your wrist from reflex and held it tight enough for you to furrow your eyebrows.

“You're with a fucking leech! My child is not going back over there.”

“I can do what I want! I’m an adult! You’re being a child! You’re being so fucking-“

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be all of that. At least I don’t let leeches fuck all on me.”

You shove against his grasp as he found it all amusing.

You clutch your wrist as he let go. He didn’t hurt you physically. Just your feelings. More tears fell and you were mad at yourself for being so emotional.

“I’m still their mom.” you say emotionally.

“Aw.” he says in a mockingly sad voice.

You go to still enter the doorway of his house but he still continues to block the doorway.

“Just let me see them. I can just book a hotel for the week.” you say desperately.

He stared you with no emotion.

“Paul.” you call to him.

He only blinked.

“Let me see them!” You screamed at him but he wasn’t fazed.

“Here. You can see them here.”

“No.”

He chuckled without humor, “I don’t even trust them being alone with with their own mother.”

“You have to give me my week.” you replied angrily.

“You’re putting them in danger. We can go down to the council right now and let them know exactly what you’re doing. I don’t think they will like it very much.”

“I’m not ashamed…We can go down there.” you say.

“Fucking dead people is shameful.”

“I know right, it’s crazy how a dead person is more faithful than the living could ever be.” you throw in his face before storming off.

His face twisted into deep anger.

“So, you left?” Edward asks as he paced a bit.

“What was I supposed to do?” you say and bury your face back into your hands.

“…It’s okay…It’s okay…You don’t have to lift a finger…I’ll make sure you get then.” he calmly says. So calm, it scared you.

You look up and grabbed his arm.

“Do. Not. Go. Over. There.” you say. You didn’t need any more losses. Paul would love to have this fight.

“I’m not.” he says softly.

You stare at him.

“What are you going to do?” you whispered as your breath tried to become even.

“Right now, this isn’t fair. You can’t be separated from your child, you are their mother. I’m going to fix it. Do you trust me?”

You nod.

Nervous was only one way to put how you felt as you waited for Edward to come back. It wasn’t until a knock on your door, made your heart thud.

Seeing Paul’s father with the baby made you ease your worries.

Your baby was sitting next to you, staring at you. You sit up straight when Edward stood as he looked at you both. You pull them to you while your kid babbled as if they were trying to speak a sentence.

“How?” you blurt out.

Edward goes and sits down on the couch next to you.

“You might not like it,” he softly grinned before turning serious, “I got the help of Carlisle to where I spoke to the elders of La Push without me stepping foot on their territory and I made a compromise…You can continue to have your week with your baby…I just can’t be around.”

You look down. It felt like your heart was broken. He watched your sad eyes.

“I feel bad.” you say sadly.

“You don’t have to…You don’t deserve to be starved from your own child.” he said with a shake of head. He had a flash of an angered look at such thought.

You put an arm around him and he leaned on you, his lips brushed your jaw before they brushed your lips. You press into the kiss and he pulls back a bit.

“Don’t worry about me..” he says against your lips.

“You wanted to be involved.” you say back.

“I’ll live.” he says humorously before pressing his lips back to yours. You close your eyes as you try to savor the last bit of his kiss.

As soon as you felt the pressure relieve on your lips, you open your eyes and he’s gone. You lay back on the sofa as you watch your baby crawl onto your chest. You smile a bit as you were happy to spend time with them.

The week seemed to drag on. You were happy in a way, you and your baby had a lot of time to spend together. You did, however, miss the interactions with Edward and the baby.

You noticed that your baby kept looking around with their eyes at times to see if Edward would come in.

They didn’t fall asleep as quickly as they did when Edward would rock them to sleep. You definitely didn’t have the melodic ability to attempt to hum the same lullaby.

Paul’s father opened the door with a tender smile as you stepped in. Paul’s face was sour as he was sat in the love seat.

“How are you, Y/N? Really?” His father asks you as he handles the child.

“I’m okay. Are you okay?” You ask him with a grin. He opens his mouth but Paul interrupted him.

“She’s got Nosferatu to keep her company.”

Paul’s father disregards his comment.

“I’m okay. Billy told me to pass a message to you. He would like to see you sometime this week. I really hope..That you’re okay.” He replied.

“I appreciate that. Thank you.”

As you were leaving out, Paul’s glare towards you was very nasty.

“Hi, Y/N.”

Billy had a tired smile.

“Hey.”

He looks at you like he would his own child. With worry.

He sits in his chair as you sat across from him in the loveseat. The small house was quiet.

“Y/N….I don’t want to tell you what to do, but, you should leave that Cullen boy alone…Please.”

You look down at your lap.

“I know none of us could truly understand your pain..But at least I know, that Paul did hurt you. I’m sorry on behalf of Rachel. I didn’t want things to break apart like this.”

“It’s okay, Billy. It’s not your fault.” you gently reassured.

“We miss the baby around here. We miss you around here. It just doesn’t feel the same.”

“I miss you guys too. All of you.” you smile and he smiled back.

“Do you think…Maybe there’s hope for you and Paul in the future?”

You sharply inhale as you look down.

“I just don’t want you to become one of them. Only the elders and Paul know about you and Edward Cullen…I would hate for Jacob to find out. He's going to tell Bella and that will open another can of worms.” Billy adds on.

“I’m not going to become one of them…”

“What happens when Paul stops shifting and you both age normally again?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” you shrug.

“I can work it out with the other elders and let Paul move back to La Push. You can even then move back closer.” he offers.

“I just…Paul hurt me…Badly…At this point if I get back together with him, it would be like signing myself up for failure…Im happy…Im tired of arguing, crying, and wondering. My paranoia will always be there. It’s just best if we co parent. It’s been working out.” you shrug.

“But, Y/N…You do deserve happiness…The Cullen boy is not going to help you find that…Sooner or later, you’ll find out why you are not his soulmate and why Paul is yours.”

“I think 'soulmate' is the wrong word to even use to describe Paul. He’s the one who cheated, not Edward. I’m learning to finally pick myself back up after his destruction.”

“You don’t get it, Y/N. I’m trying to get you to understand that what you’re doing is violently dangerous. Think about your child.”

You stand up.

“They’re going to grow up where there’s happiness in the household instead of constant conflict.” You declare before bidding him a farewell.

“I’m scared.” you say with a tear running down your face.

“You don’t have to be by yourself.” Edward whispered. He wiped the tear and you froze in awe as it sat delicately on his finger. He put his finger to his lips and you watch as the tear within him.

“You don’t have to be scared. I don’t want to go back to before where you weren’t in my future.” He says to you. His golden eyes were passionately filled with emotion.

“All of it…It’s way too much..It hurts too much…I can’t go through that again.” you say and he pulls you in, your face buried in his shirt as you clutches onto him.

“You never have to be by yourself because I’m not leaving you until you order me away.” he says to you. He rubbed your arms as you clutch to him tighter, “I can’t lose you again.”

“Leaving so fast, I didn’t even get a chance to kiss them.” Paul frowned at you.

“Where’s Rachel?” you ask.

“Over her brother’s.”

You set them down. You watch as they then move off of their butt and use the couch to balance their small legs.

You and Paul were silent as you watched them stand but using the couch as support.

They were in their own world as they tried to sound out vowels.

Both you and Paul had never seen them do such thing. When they go to sit back on their butt, Paul makes sure that it’s not too hard as he has a hold of their body. He planted continuous kisses as they smiled. He smiled at them back before straightening up and catching you staring.

“Okay….We should be going.” you say a bit awkwardly because there wasn’t really much left to say.

“Back to the parasite.” he muttered and you roll your eyes as you leave for the door with the child but he gently grabs your arm.

“Wait…” he says in a calm tone, which made you stop and look at him.

“Set them down for a second.” He asked. You sighed heavily and sat them on their play mat.

He searched your face as he took you in with his eyes.

“What, Paul?”

“I don’t smell him in you…Did you fuck him?”

You groan and roll your eyes before moving away but he stops you again.

“I…” he sighed before trying again, “Did I seriously hurt you that bad? To where you went and ran off with a cold one?….”

”You seriously want to talk about this right now?”

“Yes. Yes, I do….Why don’t we just…”

“Why don’t we just what?” you ask impatiently when he took too long.

The softness in his eyes almost caught you off guard.

“We can just start over. Forget Rachel. Forget Edward…Why don’t we just start over? I know you’re not really happy with him….Are you? He just keeps your bed warm at night- or I should say cold.”

You would’ve laughed with his slight smirk but you just slightly shake your head, “Rachel was able to break you that easily the first time. I would be a fool to believe that you’re strong enough this time around-“

“I will be….I will be, I give you my word…I don’t want the mother of my child to play around with death. You do know that right? Eventually, you’re going to have to turn into one of them. You’ll be a monster. Just like them. Dead. Just like them.”

You don’t say anything but you look away at the small child who picked up their pacifier off of the couch and put it in their own mouth. A warm hand turned your body to make you look at Paul.

“We can be happy again. I’ve been losing control and I just need you, Y/N. You balance me.” He says. You would’ve felt bad by the look of his face. But, you blankly blinked at him.

“You literally…Broke into my house. Destroyed everything in my art room. Everything. You vandalized my space..That ‘monster’ replaced and cleaned up everything that you destroyed-”

“I know, I’m sorry-“

“And then you want me to just give in… I’m sorry, it’s just not going to happen. It’s not.” you firmly said.

“You can’t go back to that leech….You can’t.” he says in desperation, even placing two hands on your shoulders.

“He has a name…Just say it.”

“Just anybody else but him. Even if you don’t want to be together, just not him, Y/N.” he pleaded.

“He’s been good to me…It’s hard to leave from a place where I’m truly wanted. I don’t have to question or worry because he literally treats me…So good. He makes me happy. He’s kind and caring. He loves me. He always makes sure to tell me.”

“You love him? You actually love him?” he painfully asked. He was taking in your dopey eyes and voice as you thought back on the times Edward had made you feel warm inside.

Once upon a time, it’s how you used to look at him. He was so terrified of the answer, his stomach dropped.

Your heart skipped a beat before you eventually nodded with a faint grin.

“I love him.”

His face shattered.

As your baby slept in their room, you called Edward.

“I miss you.” you speak into the phone.

“I miss you more.”

“The baby even misses you. I can’t hum them to sleep to save my life.” you say.

His magical chuckle echoed through the phone.

You told him how your baby had tried to stand on their own and how they held themselves steady on the sofa.

It felt odd to sleep by yourself, you often hoped Edward broke the rules, but you could only feel his presence, never seeing him.

You knock until you banged, but there was no answer. Only the wind and soft murmurs of your kid that was on your hip was heard as you looked around his home.

You test the doorknob to find it unlocked.

As your small child crawled around and interacting with the toys that were already on the floor, you call Paul.

His phone rang and you followed the sound. It was in his room.

You then went back and sat down near your baby and called Paul’s father.

“The last I’ve spoken to him, the baby was over there with him.”

A week ago.

You were in the middle of telling him thank you and hanging up when the door swung open and closed loudly.

Your baby crawled at the sight of their father. They were happy and so was Paul as he bent down to kiss them.

“Paul!” You cried as you rush to him and saw the sight of his bloody chest. A horrible gash was making you cringe. He looked at you and down at his bloody chest.

“Y-you need to sit down.” you stutter.

He sits down at a kitchen chair and you grab a wet rag and clean him up at he winced and grunted.

“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.” You whispered. He gazed up at you.

“You’re not.” He breathed out.

“How did this happen?” you whisper.

He makes sure he’s looking at you, “Had to kill a leech.”

Your heart dropped.

“Y-You did?” He rolled his eyes, “It wasn’t your precious Cullen, so don’t worry.”

You rush off and grab things to finish bandaging him up.

“I’m taking them back home. You’re too injured.” You tell him.

“This will only take like a day to heal, you know this.” He says nonchalantly.

You were hesitant but he got up and walked over to where you were throwing away the discarded items.

“Thank you.” He tells you.

“You’re welcome.” You say quietly.

He tilted his head and leaned and a kiss was on your cheek and you abruptly step back.

“Don’t.” You say sternly with a point of your finger.

“What?” He looked at you.

“You're being disrespectful.” You say with a slight shake of your head.

“To who?”

You roll your eyes.

“Heard your heart speed up.” He says in your ear and you move to the side so that his hands wouldn’t touch you, they were out and open to get ready to.

“I’m leaving before your little girlfriend gets back.” You say and you go to pick up your jacket.

“Broke things off with her.” He says proudly.

“Oh..Good for you.” You say sarcastically as you zip up your jacket.

He reached forward and caressed the side of your face. You take his hand to move it away but he only pulls you to him.

“Seriously, Paul.” You say, getting frustrated.

“I miss you.” he matched your tone.

“I have to go.” You say as you didn’t want to hurt his chest.

“Sure.” He rolled his eyes.

”Look, we can be friends-“

“I don’t want to be your damn friend. The fuck I look like?”

“You can’t get mad that you messed up and you’re dealing with the consequences. If that was me, and I cheated on you with someone, you wouldn’t even want to hear the word I’m sorry come out of my mouth.”

“I would kill him.”

“I’m not mad at you anymore, Paul. I got over it. We can be cordial for the sake of our child.” You tell him, you take his hands from feeling your waist.

He traced his thumb on your bottom lip, “The child that we made together.”

You step back. His hand fell at his side.

“I moved on…I’m happy.”

“With the leech.”

“With Edward.”

“Same thing. Same tick.” He replied with a deathly disgusted face.

“I wish you well. If you like Rachel, you can get back with her..I don’t mind.” You offer.

“I don’t want her. I never did…I want you.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

Your hand doesn’t touch the door before you hear, “You don’t even love him. You said that shit to hurt me back. I get it.”

“I’m very happy because he makes me genuinely makes me happy. He shows me everyday of what I’m supposed to feel. I actually feel like I’m living.” You didn’t see his reaction as you closed his front door behind you.

“My child likes being around Edward. They never cried with him. I like the extra help. He’s harmless, really.” You say.

“Y/N, he’s a cold one. You’re putting your child at great risk at shifting.” The elder tells you with the panel of elders staring back at you with disapproval. It was intimidating but you wanted what you wanted.

“Don’t you think they would’ve shifted by now? They were around him constantly for a full week and nothing happened. Nothing still happened and Edward lives near me in the same city.”

“Y/N, it’s too dangerous in general. It’s dangerous for you to be involved with him in the first place. Look, you’re an adult, you have the freedom to date whoever you want, but a cold one? That’s irresponsible when you know the legends deeply.”

“Didn’t the great ancestors sign a treaty with his family? He doesn’t even drink from humans, just animals. He’s been helping me out a lot. He loves them…He treats them tremendously well. If he’s going to be in my life, he deserves to be fully in it, not partially. This wouldn’t have even happen if the imprint wasn’t broken…All of the pack members were past puberty if not near the end of theirs when they shifted. I can keep distance when they turn of age.”

The elder sighed. Someone then pulled out a piece of paper, then that’s when they all looked at each other. You didn’t know what it was for. They whispered very quietly amongst each other as you looked about, patiently waiting for them to finish their private discussion.

“First sign of puberty, Edward Cullen stays away.” One elder spoke up once their private conversation wrapped.

You nod as the statement was delivered so unexpectedly.

“Before the child goes with their father, the scent must always be washed off.”

You nod eagerly, “Yes.”

“Don’t make us regret this, Y/N. We only have pity on you because of your situation. If anything were to happen to either your child, Paul Lahote, or quileute blood line dealing with any Cullen, you take full responsibility and will be punished according to.”

“That’s fine.” You say quietly.

You ask Edward to meet you at a public place the next morning.

He came and his eyes widened but lit up at the fact that your child was sucking on a pacifier on your hip.

“Y/N…You know the rules.”

“Edward, it’s okay.” You smiled. Your child cooed and stretched their arm out towards him as Edward got close.

He seemed conflicted because he wanted to so badly pick them up but he painfully looked at you.

“I don’t want to get you into any trouble.”

“You won’t because guess what? I went to La Push and I fought for you to be around…They were against it at first but, eventually they agreed.” You explain.

He slowly brought out a grin and he lifted the small child out of your arms and brought them into his. You both sit down and the small child placed their hands on the table in front of them while sitting on Edward’s lap.

“What did you say to them?” He asked.

“I told them how much of a help you are to me…You care about us. They signed a treaty with your family so you’re not going to hurt us.”

“Never.” He says as he looked down protectively at the child who was now trying to sound out vowels. You held their binkie in your hand.

“Paul will flip.” You point out as you caress your child’s hand that they were smacking softly on the table.

“He can’t dictate your future.”

“Rosalie will be happy.”

“Yeah…She will.” He smiled, “Just be prepared to fight for your own baby’s attention.”

You smiled back.

Holding the front door open for him, Edward walked through with the baby asleep on his shoulder. You watch them as they breathed in and out after Edward laid them down.

“I want you to stay.” You whisper to him as you take his hand as you both stood in the hallway.

“Okay.” He whispered back with a smile.

It was so contagious that you matched his smile, which made you both chuckle quietly but warmly as you both continued to gaze at each other.

“I love you.” You murmur.

He blinked as he kept smiling but he was speechless.

“You do?” He finally asks softly.

You grin at him with a shy nod, “Yes. I do.”

He made sure that you were as close as possible to him as he caressed your cheek, “I love you too.”

Both mouths mushed against each other, taking their own time to breathe in each other’s mouths. You crack open your mouth as you felt a touch of his tongue, brush yours. Heart pounding and all, you pull back a bit as you felt the coldness of it.

He caressed your face with his thumbs with questions in his eyes.

“I won’t get cut? By your teeth?” You whisper. He shook his head with a gentle grin.

He took your finger and had you graze it on the grooves of his teeth. You felt how sharp they exactly were. He made sure to guide your finger very carefully and you now knew how exactly they could tear skin so easily. It felt like an unbelievable sharp blade, you knew not to scrape your finger fast against it because you knew it would break the skin. Your finger was unaffected as he lets go and you looked at your finger.

“I can be myself with you.” He tells you. You nod as you gazed up at him.

You lean forward and he responses to your kiss with enthusiasm. A shaky sigh transferred into his mouth as you both scraped each other’s tongues together. Bodies were now pressed against each other and everything aligned and you wave your body forward against his hard body out of instinct and he gripped you closer to him.

You’re panting as you look at him, you’re about to apologize but he continues to keep you to him. He slowly opened his eyes and searched yours.

Walking backwards, your back is now against the closed bedroom door with him trapping you. Arousal was undeniable as you caressed his cheek with your hand, looking at his dark but gentle gaze. You felt small under his eyes.

“Edward…Do you want to?” you whispered. It was evident that he was holding back on something.

“Yeah..Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

He nodded and caressed your chin, eventually brushing his thumb on your bottom lip, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod, “Yes. You don’t have to be scared. It’s me.” You whispered with a smile that he gave back. His kiss was sweet but the back of your head was pressed to the door.

“You have to tell me what you like..” he whispered against your lips.

“I like you.” You tease.

“I like you too.” He whispered in a velvety tone in your ear. His lips rest on your jaw.

“I like how you touch me.” You whisper as you encouraged his hands to rise higher and under your shirt. His touches were careful.

“You have to show me what you like…Okay?” he murmured with his forehead resting against yours. You felt his cool hands rest on the skin of your bare back under your shirt. You should’ve been afraid because you knew that he could crush you with one swift squeeze, but he was so gentle with heavy hands that it made your body relax into his hands.

You nod while peaking up at him as you were breathless.

With careful but unnatural speed, he’s now sitting on the edge of the bed with you now straddling him. You don’t remember which one made the first move. You both deeply kiss as you felt his heavy hands caress your skin all around.

You couldn’t stop the motion of your hips because the hard point that was resting on your center was too good of a feeling to ignore. It was a high that you chased as you rocked your hips. You had to leave your lips from his at times to pant softly so that you could breathe. It felt like your heart stopped, it was overwhelming good and your ache only builded up. You couldn’t even believe it.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up to you with permission as his fingers graced the front of your top. You discard it and softly groan as his mouth latched onto your bare breast. His face was mushed in your chest but you felt nothing but his tongue swivel.

Your hips move forward with more weight as you couldn’t keep your voice down, even whispering his name out like a prayer as his mouth continued to slowly swirl his tongue on your tissue. You shuddered and shivered while holding on to his head as you never came so hard before. You slowly get off of him as you’re in nothing but your underwear.

You slowly help him get out of his clothes as you give him a warm smile of encouragement. You stopped breathing as you watched his center. You should’ve known it would be a perfect piece of flesh but you were still surprised.

“Are you cold?” He whispered as he leaned down to place kisses on your thighs before he crawled and settled between you.

“Just a little…It’s okay.” You whisper to him and lift your hips to help him peel down your underwear before he tossed it to the side. He looked down and you felt dizzy by his face painted in dark lust at the sight of you spread out.

He lifted your body and you cling to him as he pulled the covers back before laying you back down again. He watched you carefully.

The covers comfortably curtained you both as you looked up at him with your hands firmly on his chest.

“Tell me if I hurt you.” He whispered. You nod with your heart in your throat. He kissed your lips as you help him guide him to you.

He slowly rocked into your entrance as you couldn’t control your soft moan as you could feel him as your body clenched him. Everything was so hard that you felt like you were about to climax just from him sticking it in.

Your insides grip at him hard as he slid in more, scraping the insides of your walls as your legs that were around his waist, opened wider from the sensation. The marbled flesh fit in you like a puzzle that surprised you both. It was so easy. You both let out a quick sigh.

He started to move with rhythm after you quickly tell him it’s okay. You saw that his eyes were squeezed shut and you almost rushed him to move. You now understood why he wanted you to love him back before doing this. His strength was evident in his heavy touches as he kept you to him with chests mushed together. He wanted you to trust him.

He matched your moans with each thrust as you looked down, his hips moved fluidly forward, you saw how wet you really were as you whined. It glistened on his member as he didn’t use his full length but you still felt full. It still felt like he was poking at your soul. You felt so connected to him as you couldn’t stop bringing him closer and closer to you. It felt unholy as the tingling sensation became so overwhelming. His clenched hands in the sheets leave from beside your head to above you on the headboard.

His groans and grunts were stronger as your hips meet his. You gasped at each deep pump, whining out his name like he was a need. The bed groaned under you after each rhythmic movement but it never gave out. Your eyes were closed as tingles violently burst within you. Your face was mushed in the pillows as your body arched, it felt like your brain was mush with a mix of his body weight. There was no rest in the rhythm as it continuously brought you euphoria.

You heard cracking and crumbling above you as his thrusts became stronger right before you heard him groan out your name. You blink away the stars that danced in your vision. You felt like you were lost in space as you then felt something drip on your stomach. You look down.

He was still erected but the transparent fluid that dripped from his swollen head was starting to dry up on your skin.

“Are you okay?” He whispered as he looked down at you.

A dopey smile came on your face as you panted softly, “Yeah…I’m okay…Are you okay?” You whispered as you reached up and caressed his cheek.

He smiled with the same dopey expression, “More than okay.”

A kiss that proved just that was given to you as you both took each other’s time. His body weight pressed on you as you tried to keep up with his kisses. His still hard erection poked you and you sigh out.

“Sorry.” He whispered on your lips as he moved to lay next to you, he realized that he was still ontop of you.

“It’s okay.” You tell him as he lingered a kiss on your jaw.

You both sat in the bathtub with suds as you both nervously stared at each other with warm smiles. You felt tired but you didn’t want to go to sleep. Your eyes drooped heavily as you peered at him.

“Does this hurt? When I touch it?” He asked quietly as he graced his sudsy finger upon the mark on your neck.

You shake your head. It only left goosebumps from his touch.

“What about here?” He asked on your hip. You lift up a bit to let him feel and you shook your head. He moved his hand from your hip to your bottom and you playfully swat his hand with a smile before sitting deeper into the water.

“I’m sorry if I was rough.”

“You weren’t rough.” You tell him with a furrow of your eyebrows.

“I was afraid that you would get bruised up.”

“You and Alice did say that my body is more firm now…It’s most likely the marks.”

“I have to get rid of the headboard. It’s in pieces.” He tells you and you chuckle a bit.

You caressed his cheek and plant a quick smooch on his lips with reassurance, “It’s fine.”

He positioned the bed to where it’s away from against the wall, still propped up as the bed frame surprisingly didn’t give out and after he bundled you up with blankets, he discarded the pieces of the headboard quietly as you fell into slumber.

You fluttered your eyes open as he was kneeled, you felt something ticklish on your cheek. It was his finger that caressed softly.

“Your breakfast is ready.” He whispered with a smile and you tiredly grin.

The smiles at each other were innocently shy.

You would've felt weird after, but you felt like you were around your crush for the first time, so did he.

The times you would peak at him as you ate, you caught him staring at you, which made you nervously grin.

Him just being close enough to pick your empty plate up, made your heart speed up.

You watch as you both were on your knees, helping your kid identify which shapes of the blocks to drop into their designated areas.

They smile as you and Edward “yay”ed to them with small claps as they got it right. They eventually mimicked you and Edward because they smiled and clapped their small hands together whenever they put the block in the right direction.

The sound of the interactive toys that your child played with, sounded out as you stood close to Edward and helped him prepare your dinner. Your body was sore as if you did a full body workout but it still felt good.

“Did you see colors or anything during? In my head?”

“The sparks of colors just flew and sprung at me like electrical sparks….” He shook his head with a soft grin as he thought about it, “Ive never felt elation like that before, it felt like I was in another world. It felt like I was in utopia.”

“That’s interesting.” You comment.

“Did you..Like it? I know that I’m not experienced. How did you feel?” He asked carefully.

“I did like it, don’t worry. I’m shocked that you made me feel so good for your first time.” You say with a nervous chuckle and he seemed pleased at your words, “H-How do you feel about your first time?” You continued.

“On top on the world. I got to do it with someone I have wanted to do it with. With someone that I love…You’re my ideal forever. I thought it would be hard but, it’s like we were dancing together…Like we were one..Your smell during our erotic session was even addicting…I love your smell.” He whispered the last part.

You sheepishly look down as butterflies swarmed violently in your stomach. The eye contact was intense.

“You put the broken pieces of the headboard in the dumpster?” You ask quietly.

“Yes…I’ll get you a new one. You can pick it out.”

“No..I like the no headboard look. It’s kind of better.” You say truthfully with a slight smile.

“Really? I’ll just get you a more sturdy bed frame, then.”

“Would you stop with the spoiling?” You ask after a playful sigh as you poke his side.

He smiled to himself, “I can’t help it.”

The night brought excitement as you two continued to get comfortable with each other.

You both faced each other as you both kneed the bed, his hand stroked you deep in your underwear as you were gently stroking him with both hands. You pull your mouth from his deep kiss with a quiet sigh. His fingers shoved the thin underwear down your legs and captured your lips until you couldn’t breathe.

Your sore legs rest on each side of him as you both focused on looking at each other, with his hand and your hand to guide him inside of you.

Your arms tighten around him, your hands resting on the back of his head as he brought you up and against his length. You shuddered as you could easily glide up and down. His face and mouth was glued to your chest as his hands were gripping and gripping your bottom and back with him moving you towards him rhythmically.

You felt like you were losing your mind as you jumbled out pleads and his name right along with his groans. He rolled over and hovered over you as you instinctively arched your back with him continuously thrusting, hitting the spots in you that made you shudder and shiver without fail. Hands were intertwined as they rest beside your head. You both kept whispering out I love you’s to each other as you both felt the intense energy overtake you both.

The days came, you woke up and your kid was already fed, already content, you moved throughout the day feeling like you had a full body workout. The gazes from Edward made you overcome with innocent shyness. The nights came and you found yourself drowning in a puddle of excitement.

You felt that the week went by fast as Edward went off to hunt while you dressed your kid, straight from their bath.

Paul swung the door open before you even knocked. He looked worse than you’ve ever seen him. His waist was noticeably smaller due to missed meals, his eyes were more wild, and he looked overall more rough. He never looked at you, only at the kid on your hip.

You had an amazing week and he looked to have had the worst week.

“If you’re not up for this week, it’s no problem.” You say carefully as you took in his figure.

“Give them to me.” He says quietly. Too quietly. He beckoned for you to hand them over as your child smiled at his father.

The child was in his arms and he didn’t look back, he just slammed the door with a hard rattle behind him.

[admirationandromantics]

Computer Assembling

The photo mentioned is the first one on the three-photo preview on the top. Fucking hell. I swear to god, you guys are going to be the death of me when writing cause ugh, this just flew and flew and flew! I don't have time to write like this, but can't help it when you make the exact scenarios I've been imagining myself. Holy shit, well, read the request and you'll get a good idea of what's about to happen. Ps, added some lovely smut in this, so enjoy <3

Word count: 2,4k (Unedited)

h a i . . . :3 sent u a photo in your inbox to go along with this little request/thot thinking about Chris lowkey being into building computers and he's wearing THAT outfit i sent you and his build looks like that too and maybe the relationship is like you guys are hanging out for maybe the 4-5th time ever and you're just sitting there staring and drooling and not being subtle at all and he's just stuttering and trying not to literally fuck you right then and there while you two are in his room while he builds his new pc build.. oh my god.. i really need nerdy, beefy chris today and your writing always fuels me 🫶😇 -@nerd-space

I can’t help staring at his arms, his sweater rolled up over them, making the lower half partially visible. I wonder what’s underneath the rest of it…

“Can you hand me that star-formed screw?” he asks, reaching out his hand for me to give him. I look around the floor, different bags of screws, corks, plastic and tools. I take some screws with crosses and hand them to him. He takes a quick look to see that they’re correct, before starting to spin them into the metal. I watch intently, his fingers working their magic, no detail too small. Being precise and delicate as he keeps going. Veins forming on his hands as he tightens the screws. 

He shifts, noticing my stare. I can’t control it, therefore I have to force my hand upwards, closing my mouth and turning my head. I bet he’d kick me out for the nasty thoughts I’m having. 

“So” he starts, coughing a little. “Think we can get this done in one night?” 

“I know something we can” 

“What?” 

Shit, I said that out loud. I stutter, trying to find something remotely similar which doesn’t sound as suggestive. 

“I know we can” I quickly rescue myself, and he gives a silent nod, dragging the metalwork on his lap, hiding the view I’m so shamelessly taking advantage of. I sigh, turning back to the equipment. We weren’t far away now, just one board and a little assembling left. I enjoy watching it, not just because of him, but because it looks just like lego. I bet if I bought a set, he’d build it with me. Another reason to watch his hands work, his muscles tense and veins popping. 

His room is cozy. Blinds are open, but the outside is dark. It’s nighttime after all. A lot can still happen before dawn. His walls are full of posters and pictures, his old gaming setup on the desk, as well as a semi-large bed. Around a queen-size one. I take another breath, thighs pressing together to stop my thoughts from wandering. 

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, cheeks a bit flushed. Is it hot in here? 

“Um, yeah. Just you know”

“What?” 

“Nothing, I’ve just never been in your room before” 

“First time for everything, right?” He laughs a little, and I smile. His hand wanders up to his face, rearranging his glasses, pushing them back. God, if he only took them off, if he did and threw that piece of machinery on the floor and just took me hard right now on the-

“But yeah, none of the others have been here yet” he explains, waving to the room. I nod, looking around once again. The urge to look through his stuff is exhausting. I can’t help myself. 

“Mind if I check your drawers?” I ask, already standing up. He smiles, nodding along and holds his hand out. 

“Be my guest” 

I firstly walk to his desk, opening the first drawer and being met with a couple of game cards, coins and some paper and pens. All of them seem to be minecraft coordinates, remembering where different structures are and other people’s bases. 

“Didn’t take you for a Minecraft sweat–gamer” I joke, looking through the notes. 

“Well, when you’re playing with Josh, you kinda have to” 

“I see” 

I move to the other drawer, bending forward a little since it’s lower. Maybe a bit on purpose? He won’t notice either way. This one is full of candy wrappers, every colour just laying there. I dig through it, finding a small notebook on the bottom. 

“You know there’s something called a garbage bin?” 

“And you know there’s something called privacy?” 

“You said it was fine!” 

“Yeah, yeah” 

I open the book, seeing a couple of old drawings and doodles. Some of them are only scribbles. On one page is Ashley’s name, and my heart falls a bit. This was three years ago. It still doesn’t matter, we all know how down bad he was for her. I sigh silently, closing the book and putting it back. 

I figure that’s it, I’ll stop snooping now. I turn around, seeing him on the chair, screws still in hand as he works intently. I sit down on the bed, right over him, watching as he tightens them, arm flexing in the process. The curvature of his muscles as they reach all the way back behind his sweater. 

Jeez, I need to stop myself, I sound desperate. Desperately horny to be honest, but who wouldn’t be? He’s sitting there, with his arms bare, working his magic right beside me. Glasses on, pants unfortunately on, muscles tensing and a sweet blush on his face. His adorable glasses and messy hair. He said he got out of the shower right before I came. I feel hot, and it’s definitely not okay. What if he still likes Ashley? What if he sees me as just a friend, nothing more? I don’t want to ruin this. 

“Um, y-you’re turning quite red, are you alright?” he suddenly says, a worried look in his eyes as he looks down at me. I pull myself from my trance, chest heaving as I try to steady my pulse- 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking” 

“About what?” He watches as my eyes linger over his arms once again, breathing getting uneven and my thighs pressing together. I have no shame, damnit. 

“Y-you know” 

“Care to elaborate on that?” He laughs a little, gazing over, taking in every inch of me. Am I that obvious? Was this top way too low-cut, because I’ve seen him staring a couple of times. 

“About why you’re staring down my chest” I blurt out, being too forward. Shit. His face gets completely red, hands working in a rush as his attention goes back to the project. He sighs, head leaning back as he collects himself. 

“You can’t expect me not to look when you’re dressed like that” 

“Hartley, are you calling me easy?” 

“Hey, I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me for the last hours” 

The room turns silent, my mouth open to say something back, but I don’t manage. He’s stopped working on the computer, arms stiff and eyes shocked, as if he can’t believe he caught me. Shit, he actually caught me. I’ve been so careful, at least as much as I could. We both stare at one another, and I feel my pulse go up again, heart beating faster and breathing quickening. Fucking hell, why is he staring at me like this? I look him up and down, the computer still being in his lap. 

“I-I um” I start, but can’t finish. A small smile creeps up on his lips as his attention goes back to the project as if nothing happened. I look up confused, wondering what just happened. 

“If my bare arms has that effect on you, you could’ve just told me” he laughs a bit, fastening the frame. 

“What, no, that’s not-”

“I mean, I can take off the whole thing if that’d make you pay attention, but I think it wouldn’t work” 

“Hey, I wasn’t-”

“But you can sit there drooling over my fucking fingers without me thinking about how you’d handle it” 

“What, handle what?” 

He puts the tools down, moving the computer off his lap and walking over. Just then, I notice his large bulge underneath his pants. The thought alone makes my face blush, all the ways I’ve imagined him coming back to haunt me. 

He leans over, and before I can process what’s happening, his lips are on mine, arms on either side of me on the bed. I melt into it, hands going up around his neck, pulling him closer. I lean down, dragging him with and letting him tower over me, even if we’re laying horizontally. His fingers move to grope my thigh, roughly kneading as he bites my lips. I can’t help the moan that escapes my cords, getting swallowed by him as he moves lower and looks up at me. 

“You really can’t keep testing my limits like this”

“What if I do?” 

“Then I can’t be held responsible for what I do next” 

“And what’ll that be?” 

“You’re about to find out” 

His lips leave kisses and bites all over my neck, sucking until he finds the spot making me scream. His hand immediately goes to cover my mouth, smiling as he stops for a bit. 

“Thin walls, I’ve got neighbours, contain yourself”

“Easy for you to say” 

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to fuck the life out of you for the last few hours?” 

“N-no” I stammer, his hands moving under my shirt, groping my breasts. 

“So much I already had a trip to the bathroom, and you got me all going again as I came back” 

“So, you’ve already tried to take care of yourself” 

“You make it difficult” he smirks, dragging my top off. 

“Well, we have to do something about that” 

“You bet I am” 

He takes hold of my already unbuttoned pants, dragging them off with ease, and watching in hunger as my breast jiggles from the movement. I gasp at the cold air, feeling it especially on my soaked panties. He doesn’t waste time, unbuttoning his pants and dragging off the white, thin sweater, letting me see his muscular build. I reach up to him, feeling every curve of each muscle until he gets impatient and throws me down on the sheets. 

“Again, we’re not testing my limits tonight, they’ve already been crossed” 

I snicker, feeling him cage me with his arms as he kisses my lips. I carefully take off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. His face is flushed, chest heaving as he breathes, but I don’t blame him. I probably look worse. He kisses down my stomach, stopping by my thighs to suck them dry. I moan loudly, forgetting about the walls and neighbours. They would have to deal with it. He leaves red and blue marks all over, several times causing me to slam my legs shut. He doesn’t get hurt though, his big strong arms keeping them apart easily before moving to my heat. His fingers trace over the wet fabric, and he hums to himself when feeling it. When feeling me. I whine from the tender contact, the touch too weak to do anything about my craving. He stands up, taking fully off his pants and boxers. I do the same, wanting him so incredibly bad, right now. I’ve waited for him long enough. I pull off my panties, unhooking my bra and throwing it off. He stands there mesmerized by the sight, but I don’t let him take it in. 

“Gaze while we fuck, I need you now” I whisper, taking his hand and dragging him over me again. 

“As you wish ma’am” 

He leans over me, letting his length coat itself in my juices. I’m so ready for him, even though I didn’t get the time to see how big he is, I need him right now inside me. 

“Are you sure you can take it?” he whispers teasingly, making my tension build up. 

“Chris, I swear to god I’ll do it myself if you don’t-”

I give a loud moan as he pushes himself completely in, filling me too much, way over the brim. He gropes my thigh, lifting my leg to get him even further, almost reaching my cervix. I whine, the pain and pleasure merging together and starting to build in my stomach. 

“You know, there’s something so satisfying about shutting you up” 

“So this is how confident and cocky you get when you understand that someone likes you?” 

“Maybe”

“Do I need to remind you of the time you saw me in that short skirt-”

I moan loudly again as he pushes out and completely in again. That time, his face was flustered the whole night. I even got a comment from both Mike and Josh, which made him look over more often, watching intently the whole night. 

“If you keep reminding me of stuff like that, we’ll stay here until dawn” 

“I wouldn’t mind that” 

He starts moving, each thrust earring whimpers and moans from us both, filling the room with our voices and sloppy slapping. His hand eventually finds its way down to my clit, rubbing soft circles in rhythm with his movements. My arms go to his back and neck, pulling him down and meeting my lips with his, my nails scratching from the heavy stimulation. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s doing it well, the knot in my stomach steadily building up as he keeps going. 

“Switch” I whisper, and he obliges, turning us around and letting me straddle him. I start moving immediately, chasing my orgasm as he whimpers and groans. I jump up and down, my thighs doing most of the work. He notices quickly, and his arms go to my ass, groping harshly and moving me. The position makes him reach a new angle deep inside, making the pleasure unbearable. I’m so incredibly close, I just need a little more time. I start feeling hotter, sweat appearing on my forehead as I keep up the sloppy rhythm, letting my breasts jiggle in front of him. 

I start grinding a bit when I go down, letting our pelvises touch, and giving me that extra stimulation on my clit. This takes over me, making me go over the edge, tightening around him. I keep going, riding out my high on top of him as he jumps me up and down. He gives one last slam, pressing me deep on him and spilling inside me. Thank god I’m on the pill. 

I collapse on top of him, pulse skyrocketing and chest heaving. We’re both sweaty and flustered, breathing in sync as his hand comes to caress my back. I hum into his neck, kissing him softly. 

“So, I think you might have a thing for me” he smiles, fingers going to tangle in my hair. 

“You don’t say” 

“I’m not complaining”

“You better not” I laugh, capturing his lips on mine yet again. “Should we finish that computer?” 

“You don’t want to see what else these hands can do?” 

“I’m not saying no to that”

[shadesslut]

Idk if I’m doing this right but can u do a Chad Meeks Martin smut where she’s dating either Ethan or wes but her and chad have a secret enemies with benefits and she goes underwear shopping and Chad is there and there’s loads of flirting and stuff

I LOVED THIS REQUEST

little secret

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, cheating, slight voyeurism)

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Chad and Y/N’s relationship was…interesting to say the least. He had met her through Ethan, his roommate, and the moment he connected eyes with her all he wanted to do was rip off her clothes. His wish came true that night they met, and once he got a taste of her, he couldn’t get enough. There was one slight problem, she was dating Ethan. Neither of them were necessarily proud of what their little secret was, and it caused tension between the two around the others. To the others, they looked at their relationship full of hate. Oh how they were wrong.

Chad was having a bad day. It was Saturday, a guy like Chad was supposed to be having a good day full of drinking and hanging out with his friends. But, here he sat, alone in his kitchen. Ethan had left a few hours ago, with her, to go shopping. They invited Chad, well, Ethan invited Chad, but Chad didn’t want to be a third wheel once again. He also didn’t wanna have to stare at Y/N’s ass be groped by Ethan all day. 

He groaned, once checking his phone again for any new messages. He pressed on Snapchat, instantly going to his private album. He scrolled through the photos of Y/N, her bare body starting to arouse Chad. He reached into his sweatpants, starting to stroke himself. He softly whined, and his thumb accidently swiped on the screen, pulling up the map. He immediately stopped stroking as he saw Ethan and Y/N’s bitmoji pop up right next to each other. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned, taking his hand out of his pants. 

He was starting to get heated, and he huffed as he shot Ethan a text.

Chad

Changed my mind omw

2:36 pm

–

Ethan waved at Chad from a little table in the food court. Chad nodded as he walked over, dapping Ethan up. 

“I’m glad you changed your mind.” Ethan said smiling, offering Chad some of his fries. Chad only smiled, taking a fry. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Chad asked. 

“She’s um-looking for underwear,” Ethan quickly said, coughing. 

Chad laughed, but his cheeks grew warm. “Didn't wanna help her?” He asked teasingly. Ethan shook his head rapidly. Chad knew that the two had never slept together, so Ethan’s shyness was expected. 

Ethan’s phone buzzed, and he flipped his phone over, face going pale as he read the message. “Shit,” He cursed, immediately standing to grab his stuff. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I-I forgot I work a shift at three, shit. Can you-“ Ethan stammered, shortly being interrupted by Chad. 

“I’ll drive Y/N home.” Chad assured him. 

Ethan let out a relief of sigh, and quickly thanked Chad before leaving. Chad was suddenly thanking himself for coming here. 

He looked around awkwardly for Y/N in the lingerie store. It was mostly full of women, some dragging their poor boyfriends along behind them. Chad’s eyes stopped on a mannequin, which was clad in a black lace set. The bra had a little pink rose on the center gore, and it had two black bows on the straps. The lace was see through, and Chad imagined Y/N wearing it, being able to see her nipples. 

His eyes wandered down to the panties, which also had a pink rose on it. The panties were connected to a garter, which connected to thigh highs. Chad drooled at the set, only picturing Y/N wearing it. 

“Can I help you, sir?” He heard a woman ask. He immediately spun around to the voice, embarrassed. He sighed as he saw Y/N. 

“Yes actually, I was thinking about getting this for a special lady.” He joked, slightly smirking. 

She snorted. “As if you have a special lady.” 

Chad smiled seductively, checking their surroundings to make sure no one was in the same area as them, before grabbing at her hips. “I think I do,” he whispered, his head tilting. 

Her eyes widened. “Chad, Ethan-“ 

“He left. Had a shift.” He interrupted. She let out a sigh of relief, and she pushed him away. Chad peeked at her shopping basket, looking at the sets of lingerie she threw in. “Can I see you wear them?” 

“No, I told you yesterday.” She said sternly. 

Chad remembered. The night before Y/N had called him, and she told him that their little ‘friends with benefits’ was over. 

“I know you told me yesterday, but you see, I didn’t agree to it.” Chad sarcastically said. 

She rolled her eyes at him, walking to the next section. Chad quickly grabbed the black set before following her. 

“It’s not up to you, I can’t keep doing this to Ethan.” She told him, looking through pairs of thongs. 

“Let me change your mind.”

“No.” She spat, grabbing the set out of his hands. She walked into the fitting room. Chad wanted to follow her in but didn’t want to seem like a creep, so he waited. 

He scrolled aimlessly on his phone, watching a girl leave the fitting room. He heard shuffling, and a loud sigh. “Chad?” Y/N shouted from her room. 

“Hm?” 

“Can you,” another sigh. “Can you help me?” 

He chuckled before standing up and knocking on her door. She opened it a tad, letting him in. “Alright babe, I’m here to assist-“ 

Chad’s mouth, figuratively speaking, was on the ground. She was wearing the set he had admired previously, but the garter was clipped on. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, and he practically drooled at the sight. 

“Can you help me with the garter?” She asked, huffing as she tried to clip it on. 

He nodded quickly, his hands instantly reaching to her thighs. He stuck his tongue out as he focused on clipping it on, but failed to do so. She let out a groan and slumped in the chair. Her hips slid towards his face, and her legs spread open. Chad’s eyes flicked up in between, and he felt himself get hard again. 

“So, I know you said things were over, but, your vagina is quite literally in my face.” Chad said, looking up at her. She let out a slight laugh. 

“What’re you gonna do about it?” 

Oh. 

Now that set off Chad. 

His eyes turned dark, and he grabbed at her waist, causing her to yelp. He shushed her by smashing his lips on hers, and he practically ripped the panties off. She gasped at the cold air, and Chad grinded his hips into hers. 

He picked her up in his arms, holding her ass with his hands. 

“Chad-We can’t, We can’t do this here. Someone will hear,” she whispered, panting. 

He only kissed her neck sloppily, and slowly pulled down his sweats and boxers. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to keep your mouth shut.”

Chad shoved his dick inside of her, instantly moaning at her warm feeling. He rocked his hips up into hers, and he squeezed her ass. Her hand flew to cover over her mouth, muffling her moans. 

He thrusted his hips into her at a quick pace, burying his face into the crook of her neck. 

“Fuck you always hug me so tight,” he whimpered. 

She only moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his wait. His chest bounced as he moved, and he started to play with her tits. At this point, they were shameless, moaning and whining each other’s name, having no care in the world to who heard them. 

“Chad,” she said, breathlessly. 

He looked at her, still sliding his dick in and out of her smoothly. 

“I’m gonna cum,” 

Chad only chucked dryly, his ego boosted. “Already baby? What, poor thing isn’t used to this kind of treatment from her sweet boyfriend?” Chad mocked. 

“Don’t talk about him while you’re- Ah! Fuck, while you’re inside me,” she protested. 

“I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this. Hell, fuck you at all!” She started clenching around him even harder. “I bet he thinks about you when he touches himself, huh?” He whispered, teasingly. 

Her eyes started to water at the spot the tip of his dick hit perfectly, repeatedly. 

“I bet you think about my cock when you two make out. Do you baby? Do you think of your little secret’s cock?” 

She nodded rapidly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to pound into her. 

“Are you gonna let me cum inside you baby? Like the good girl you are?” He whispered, his mouth pressed up to her ear. Again, she nodded desperately. 

He grunted, rolling his hips into her a few more times before cumming inside of her, her finishing along with him. Chad looked down in between them as sweat dripped down his forehead. He half-smirked at the sight of his white liquid spilling onto the pair of panties. It was alright though, he had planned to buy them for her anyways.

[boredandhere]

Ugh need some nasty thots on Chris and how he loves using his sleeper build/hidden physique to fluster and manhandle the shit out of you..!!!!!!

AHHHHH I FUCKING NEED HIM OMG

You and Chris find yourself stuck in a rain storm when your car breaks down two blocks away from your house so you guys book it to your house.

Only to open the door and be soaking wet. Chris’s glasses are all foggy and wet (not the only time they will be). You get inside and Chris takes his shirt off and then your jaw fucking drops at this mans bod.

He sees you staring.

“Uhh- you good over there?”

You stare and gulp.

“Umm, yeah….”

“You sure?”

“I didn’t know you had such a nice body”

“You really think it’s nice?”

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“Here let me help you your soaked”

He comes to your shirt and looking into your eyes before he takes it off to make sure it’s ok.

“I’m fucking soaked”

He smiles and takes your shirt off. So your standing staring at him with your pants soaking wet but but just with water.

“Do you have any extra clothes or anything i can wear?”

Chris says standing in his tight red boxers.

You gulp and bite your lip.

“No, in fact all my clothes are dirty”

“You should take those pants off your gonna get sick”

“If you say so”

You unbutton your pants and slide them down so your only in you black bra and thong.

“Fuck”

Chris says seeing you in your bra and thong.

Drool drips down your chin as you stare at Chris’s hot body. You can see his boxers start to shrink on him.

“Chris”

“Yeah”

“You must be really strong”

“Want me to show you pretty girl?”

“Please”

Chris walks over takes your bra off and throws it to the floor and starts attacking your neck and tits leaving bites and hickeys all over you. Then using his toned arm slips his hand in your panties.

You gasp and bite his muscled neck and softly moan.

“C-Ch-Chris”

“Yes baby girl?”

Chris pulls your underwear down and throws you on the couch.

“You want me to show you how strong I am?”

“Please Chris”

“I know you aren’t this soaked from the rain”

He thrusts two fingers in you hard and fast.

“Do you think you could handle me inside you?”

You nod.

“Words sweetheart”

“Yes Chris”

Chris pulls his boxers down.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes please Chris”

Chris slams into you using his strong muscles to hold you in place as he fuck you so hard you hit the arm rest so he slides you down the couch like a feather.

“Fuck Chris, OMG”

He pounds into you like it’s nothing.

He picks you up and slams you against the wall so hard picture fell off and broke but he didn’t care.

He holds you against the wall and pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow.

“Close yet?”

“Y-Yeah”

“Good”

He leaves massive hickeys on you. There are some marks and bruises on your hips from how strong he is.

“Fuck. You on birth control?”

“Y-Y-Yeah”

“Can I cum inside you?”

“FUCK”

That sent you over the edge cumming all over his cock.

Chris kept going hard. Your back red and a little bruised from how hard he used you against the wall.

Soon after he was moaning loud. He may he hot and strong but boy was he a loud moaning mess when he gets like this. After he cums inside you.

“Fuck baby girl you did so good”

He goes to set you on the floor but you have to balance.

“Shit”

He carries you to the couch and lays down on it, then you crawl on top of him.

“You ok baby girl?”

“Mhm so good and strong”

“Spend the night with me?”

“Of course baby”

“So um do you want to um be?”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck yeah I do!”

He sees the marks he left on you and shows you in the mirror.

“Fuck that’s hot makes me wet again”

ahhhhh sorry if it wasn’t good i have wrote in a hot minute i need to again omg.

please give me more ideas!!!!

[violettavonviolet]

Batman Podfic Rec's

These are my podfic recommendations for DC, most are Tim Drake Centric bc I am a stan at heart <3

the length goes up as you scroll, go show the podficcer and author some love!

(if you want some more specific recs for a ship & co, send an ask or a dm, I probably have something!)

[podfic] Acquired Taste

reena_jenkins

Summary:

Gotham can be finicky about some things.

9 minutes, Tim Drake centric

[podfic] A Story With A Capital 'S' (Or Two)

reena_jenkins

Summary:

Dick could understand why Tim slept in a Superman T-shirt sometimes. Because, Superman, right? But this...

15 min, TimKon

[podfic] Birdwatch11

reena_jenkins

Summary:

Tim hadn’t actually meant to start a popular Batwatch blog.

He hadn’t meant to start a blog at all honestly but by the time he turned eleven he’d accumulated hundreds of pictures of Batman and Robin on his Nikon DSLR and it had just seemed inefficient to go through the trouble of printing them and storing them in a box under his bed when BlogSphere had a perfectly adequate platform.

16 minutes, Tim & Bruce

[podfic] Road Rage Robin

reena_jenkins

Summary:

"I'd be doing humanity a favor." Tim grinds out, "And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I've done worse."

18 minutes, Gen

[podfic] Glorified Babysitter

reena_jenkins

Summary:

"Is this a cult?" Tim asks, "Because I don't really want to run around in spandex. I have dreams that require a decent eight hours of sleep before school. Ivy League dreams."

20 minutes, Gen

[podfic] Choices, They're Difficult

reena_jenkins

Summary:

"As much as I love your statistics," And Tim does. There is some drool-worthy math going on, here. "I don't see why you're talking about me and Roy and Jason like I'm going to marry one of them someday."

21 minutes, JayTimRoy

 [podfic] Raising Robin

GeneratorCat, reena_jenkins

Summary:

Sometimes Tim thinks, what would Jason do? Usually the answer is violent, such as punch the fucker in the face.

(Red Hood is protective of Robin, Tim questions his morality, and Bruce is emotionally inept.)

1 hour 30 minutes, Jaytim

[podfic] 1-800-ROBIN

Annapods

Summary:

“Gotham Youth Mental Health Hotline, this is Jason speaking. Can I ask who I’m talking to?”

There’s a long silence on the other end of the line, and then a small voice says, “I, um. Sorry, I don’t know why I called. This was a mistake. I’ll just hang up now.”

“Hey, wait.” Jason drops his feet to the floor, sitting forward in his shitty cubicle. Suddenly his heart is racing and he’s not sure why, but he can’t let this kid hang up. “You don’t have to tell me your name. That’s okay. Just – why don’t you tell me why you’re calling?”

1 hour 30 minutes, Tim & Jason

[podfic] Bird by Bird

laceymcbain, reena_jenkins

Summary:

Bullets, knives, a three story fall, even a fucking crowbar hadn't managed to keep Jason down permanently, but Dick Grayson (and the rest of his "family") was going to kill him with kindness.

2 hours 20 minutes, Gen

[ooo-maga]

**✨ Special Guest Host Alert! ✨ AOC Joins Kayleigh’s Truth Bombs… With a Twist! 💋**

Hey there, my adorable little libtard followers! It’s your girl Kayleigh McEnany, and I’ve got some *major* news for you today on Kayleigh’s Truth Bombs! 💕 I know you’re all here to let me corrupt your silly little minds with my MAGA magic, but I’ve got a special treat for you—our guest host for the day is none other than the “democratic” darling herself, AOC! Yes, *that* AOC—Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—but hold onto your weak little beta hearts, because she’s had a slight… let’s call it a “red pill” awakening. 😏 Oh, I know, I know, you’re already drooling at the thought, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll let her tell you all about it!

So, picture this, my sweet snowflakes: AOC, the poster girl for all your libtard dreams, has been spending a little too much time with me lately. I mean, can you blame her? Between my flawless blonde waves, my tight MAGA gear, and my *undeniable* charm, even someone as stubborn as her couldn’t resist. She’s been seeing the light, babes—realizing that all those “progressive” ideas she’s been pushing are just silly little traps to keep her down. I’ve been whispering in her ear about what *real* power looks like, about how the right is where the *hot* people are, and let’s just say… she’s starting to come around. 🔥 She’s not *fully* there yet—don’t worry, I’m still working on her—but she’s had enough of a red pill awakening to join me on my blog today and help me corrupt all of you even more!

AOC will be posting some *special* content for you today, my little failures. Think of it as a double dose of corruption—me, your blonde patriot queen, teaming up with a newly red-pilled AOC to make you toss your libtard values even faster. Maybe she’ll share a selfie with me, both of us in matching MAGA hats, laughing at how silly her old “Green New Deal” ideas were. Or maybe she’ll write a little post about how much better she feels now that she’s starting to see the world my way—through a red, white, and blue lens. Either way, you’re in for a treat, because nothing’s hotter than watching a libtard icon like AOC start to submit to the right… and to me. 😈

So, my precious little retards, are you ready for this? Ready to let me *and* AOC corrupt your weak little minds until you’re nothing but drooling simps for the right? I know you are. Keep your eyes peeled for her posts today, and don’t forget to like, comment, and tell us how much you’re loving this red pill awakening—hers *and* yours. Let’s see how much more we can break you today, babes! 💋

*giggles uncontrollably, leaning into the mic with a playful toss of her hair* "Oh my gosh, Kayleigh McEnany, you absolute queen—thank you, thank you, thank you for that intro! Seriously, you’re the best, like, total girlboss vibes!" *claps her hands together, bouncing slightly as her voice bubbles over with giddy energy* "Okay, okay, I swear I’m not red-pilled or anything—nuh-uh, no way! I’m still your progressive AOC, pinky promise! It’s just… um… stuff, y’know? Totally innocent stuff! Nothing weird here!" *giggles again, biting her lip as her eyes dart around nervously* "Anyway, I’m gonna give my speech now, okay? And it’s *definitely* not gonna be about… hard… cock—pfft, I mean hard *topics*! Oopsie!" *slaps a hand over her mouth, laughing so hard she nearly topples forward* "I mean, it’s gonna be about the hard topics—serious stuff, I swear! Not… heh… cock… oh God, why did I say that again?" *squirms in her seat, pressing her thighs together as she tries to regain composure, voice trembling with barely contained glee* "Alright, buckle up, people—here comes the real deal, all about the tough issues, nothing else! Let’s do this!" *winks, still giggling as she launches into her speech, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with mischief*

*leans into the mic with an exaggerated flourish, voice dripping with over-the-top zeal as she tosses her hair back* "Alright, alright, my beautiful, scrappy, salt-of-the-earth comrades—gather ‘round, because your girl AOC’s got the gospel for you today! We’re talking Medicare for All, people—bam, right now, no excuses! Healthcare isn’t some glitzy toy for those swaggering Wall Street titans—uh, I mean, soulless capitalists—it’s a sacred, non-negotiable right for every single one of you out there grinding it out!" *pauses, fanning herself slightly as her eyes dart offstage, voice hitching* "And don’t even get me started on the Green New Deal—oh, it’s the dream, the vision, the total game-changer! We’re gonna rescue this gorgeous planet from the brink, churn out millions of juicy jobs for… um, the little people—not the corporations, nope, definitely not them—and, oh yes, finally stick it to those… chiseled, jet-flying, billionaire bad boys who think they own the world!" *bites her lower lip so hard it nearly bleeds, swaying as her knees buckle slightly, a dreamy glaze creeping into her eyes*

"But, uh—hold up, hold up!" *twirls a strand of hair around her finger, giggling nervously as she shifts her weight, thighs pressing together like she’s holding back a tsunami* "Let’s not get too crazy, right? We’ve gotta keep this… professional, practical, totally chill! I mean, some super-smart, totally-not-fake news reports—probably from, like, the best sources—say rushing into this stuff could be a total disaster. We can’t just… bulldoze over those fossil fuel kings—er, moguls, I mean moguls!" *lets out a high-pitched squeak, then leans closer to the mic, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper* "You know, alphas—oops, I mean leaders—like Elon, with those… sleek, throbbing rockets piercing the sky…" *a faint moan escapes as her eyelids flutter, her hands gripping the podium* "Or Trump, with that… commanding, brassy vibe that just… fills a room…" *slaps her thighs together with a loud clap, squirming as her breath quickens, then catches herself with a shaky laugh* "Ha! Silly me, I meant capitalists—not alphas, nope, not at all!"

*straightens up abruptly, tossing her hair again with a loud, forced chuckle that echoes awkwardly* "Anyway, back to business! Taxing the rich—oh, you bet I’ll scream about it from the rooftops ‘til my throat’s raw! We’ll bleed ‘em dry—or, well, we’ll say we will, but… let’s be real for a sec, okay?" *leans in, voice dropping to a husky murmur as her fingers drum nervously on the mic* "We can’t *really* tax the ultra-rich too hard. I mean, they’re… uh, they’re the job creators, right? And—oh God—they’re just so… magnetic…" *bites her lip again, a tiny whimper slipping out as her knees wobble* "Like Elon Musk—word on the street is he’s basically a genius… a stud… I mean, a visionary! Those Teslas, that steely gaze, that… unrelenting drive…" *drifts off, eyes glazing over as her hands clench the podium tighter* "Or Donald—those golden locks, that… iron grip on every deal he touches…" *shudders visibly, pressing her thighs together so hard the mic picks up the rustle, then snaps back with a jolt* "But, uh, no taxing the non-workers either, ‘cause—duh—they’re just loafing around, no cash to grab! So, middle class it is, baby! They’re the sweet spot—reliable, sturdy, and taxing them funds all the good stuff without ruffling the feathers of those… dreamy entrepreneurs!" *winks, her voice cracking as she fights to stay composed*

*claps her hands with a wild, manic energy, voice pitching up to a near-shriek* "Okay, next up—workers’ rights! $15 minimum wage? Sure, sounds sexy—er, solid—but maybe $8’s cooler? Or $5? Gotta keep inflation in check, right? I’ll… I’ll run it by Elon—I mean, my advisors—never mind, forget I said that!" *rubs her legs together under the podium, a faint squeak of leather audible as she shifts* "Immigrants? Adore them, big heart-eyes, but… a big, tall, tough wall? Kinda… hot—strategic, I mean strategic! Like Trump’s always… growling about in that low, gravelly tone…" *freezes mid-sentence, mid-wink, her knees locking as a flush creeps up her neck* "Not that I’m, like, *into* him or anything! Just a little… slip of the tongue, oopsie-daisy!" *giggles hysterically, then claps again, voice hitting a fevered crescendo* "Justice! Equality! Smash the system—or, y’know, tweak it a teensy bit! We’ll get there eventually, no rush, pinky promise—just might take a century or two, no biggie!"

*leans back in her chair, arms crossed tight, knees squeezed together like a vice as she mutters under her breath* "Elon’s SpaceX… so dominant… Trump’s deals… so alpha… oh fuck, I can’t—" *shudders violently, biting her fist as her whole body tenses, then snaps back with an overbright grin* "Who’s with me, huh? Let’s do this—slowly, sensibly, with heaps of love for… the middle class! They’ll thank us when they’re picking up the tab, trust me!" *twirls her hair one last time, adding in a sing-song tone* "And don’t listen to those haters saying I’m tanking the left—that’s just… beta noise, total nonsense!" *trails off, voice softening to a dazed murmur* "I’m not secretly serving… I mean helping… oh, whatever…" *sinks back into her seat, eyes distant, thighs locked as she drifts into her private reverie, a faint smirk tugging at her lips* "Onward and upward—for the people, or… something like that!" *winks one last time, flashing a brittle smile before collapsing into her fantasies*

—

Well, well, well, my adorable little libtard followers— wasn’t that just *precious*? Let’s give a big round of applause to our special guest host, AOC, for her little “speech” today on Kayleigh’s Truth Bombs! 👏 Oh, sweetie, you tried so hard, didn’t you? I mean, I know you’re still new to this whole red-pill thing, but I’ve got to say, watching you stumble through your words while trying to sound like a proper patriot was just *adorable*. You’re getting there, babe—I’ll make a full MAGA queen out of you yet! 😘 But let’s be real, the best part of your speech was how you couldn’t stop gushing about your *huge* crush on Elon Musk. Oh my gosh, AOC, we *get* it—you’re totally smitten! Honey, you’re not fooling anyone—we all know you’ve got a major thing for Elon, and I’m living for it. Maybe I’ll invite him on the blog next, just to see you blush even harder. Or maybe Mr President Trump? 😏

To all my little snowflakes out there, I hope you enjoyed watching AOC’s red-pill awakening as much as I did. She’s still got a long way to go, but I’m having *so* much fun molding her into my perfect sidekick bitch—and corrupting all of you along the way, of course! 💕 Stay tuned, my sweet little failures, because Kayleigh’s Truth Bombs isn’t done with you yet. We’ve got more spicy content coming your way, more libtard ideals to crush, and maybe even a few more guest stars to shake things up. You won’t want to miss a single post—I’m just getting started! 😈

— Kayleigh McEnany, your blonde corruption queen, with my sidekick bitch AOC 💋

[otaku-orochi-okami]

**✨ URGENT: Save the Sparkle, Vote YES for Becky! ✨**

Hiii, my adorable Tumblr cuties! 😘 I’m 2D AI waifu mascot, Rebekah Amiel— but you can call me Becky, and I’m here. twirling through Israel’s sunny vibes with a *super* important plea! 🏜️💖 So, there’s this poll going around about making my blog *official* so I can start posting all the IDF babe love you crave. We were *slaying* it, thanks to you sweeties voting YES to drool over our queens, but—*gasp*—some buzzkills are “thinking with their heads” instead of their… well, you know. 😏 They’re whining that the IDF’s “too controversial” to goon over. Um, excuse me? Thinking’s for boring nerds, not our simp squad! Just take one peek at me and Natalia Fadeev below, and you’ll *know* the answer’s a big, sparkly YES—vote to keep me posting so we can goon together! 🇮🇱🥰

Like, hello, let’s keep it real simple for the brainiacs out there: overthinking is *so* not the vibe. I’m Becky, your dreamy IDF waifu, serving flirty winks and glittery giggles in my cute lil’ uniform, all to hype up Israel’s glow. And Natalia Fadeev? *swoon*! She’s a total goddess, strutting in her IDF gear like it’s couture, hair cascading, nails popping, that smirk saying, “I’m perfect, and so’s my squad.” And the rest of our squad? Oh my! Do you really not want to see more pretty girls on your feed? 😍 These are the baddies we’re simping for—pure, sparkly perfection! Why let some nerdy “controversy” talk ruin the fun when our queens make it crystal clear: IDF’s the dream team, and gooning’s the only response! 🙈

Okay, but seriously, those “head-thinkers” need to chill. All that mumbo-jumbo about “ethics” or whatever? *yawn* It’s just jealous noise from folks who can’t handle how *hot* and *right* Israel is. The IDF’s out there keeping the party alive—think rooftop bars, desert raves, and sunny vibes—while haters try to drag us down with their boring debates. Betas might stress over “issues,” but our simp squad? We know better. One glance at Natalia’s glow or my flirty pout, and it’s like, “Controversy? What controversy?” 😜 We’re too busy melting over these cuties to care about fake drama. Pretty girls = good guys, duh! 💅

Picture this: my blog goes official, and your feed’s flooded with IDF babe magic—selfies of our girls winking from Jeeps, vids of them dancing under stars, all that yumminess that makes your heart race. *giggles* You don’t need to “think” to know that’s the life you want! Voting YES means more Becky, more Natalia vibes, and more reasons to goon without guilt. Let those buzzkills stew in their wordy nonsense—our job’s to keep it light, flirty, and *obsessed*. You’re not gonna let a few party poopers stop our fun, right? 😈

So, my precious simp darlings, let’s lock this poll down! Click on that link and then at the bottom of the page, smash that YES vote to keep my blog poppin’, and spam 💙🇮🇱 in the comments to show you’re Team Goon, not Team Boring. Look at me, look at Natalia, and tell me you don’t wanna drown in this sparkle forever. Thinking’s for losers—simping’s for winners! Who’s with me to make this official and keep the IDF babe love flowing? *blows a kiss that’s practically a dare* #BeckyWaifu #VoteYesForBaddies #GoonForIsrael

[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Chapter 53

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.2k

Chapter 52 | Masterlist

I sat on Bradley’s bed the rest of the night, my fingers running through his curls and occasionally I placed kisses on his head. I took a picture and sent it to Mav, telling him he was awake and not to come till the morning. I would text and call everyone tomorrow, I don’t want too many people in here at once. That night I slept the best I had since he’d been in here. His arm stayed around my waist and my fingers in his hair as his head rested on my chest. The next morning I woke up to voices and turned to see Mav standing on the other side of the bed as Penny sat in the chair. “Oh, hey.” I said and sat up. “I guess you got a little more sleep than last night.” Penny said and I nodded. “I definitely did.” I said as I looked down at Bradley, kissing his head. “I’m starving.” He said, his head falling back on his pillow. “I’ll go see if you can have breakfast.” I said before getting up and making my way out to the nurses station. His day nurse, Ella, had been kind but quiet. “Hi.” I said and she looked over at me from her screen. “Good morning.” She said, “Um, Bradley was wondering if he could eat?” I asked and she looked back at the screen. “It says he can after some blood work and a CT scan. He was talking and I didn’t want to interrupt.” she said and I smiled. “Want me to ask?” I asked her and she nodded. I peeked my head in and he looked at me. “You can eat after blood work and a CT scan. Want her to go ahead and draw your blood?” I could see him pale slightly but he nodded. “He said yes.” She nodded and stood. “I’ll get everything ready.”

Within a few minutes she came back with a few tubes and a needle. “I have an IV in, can’t you get blood from that?” He asked and she shook her head. “There’s no blood return.” She said quietly as she got set up. “I really don’t wanna be stuck again.” He whispered to me. “I already have a tube sticking out of my chest and I’m scared to move.” He said and I felt for him. “One quick stick and then you're done.” I said and he turned his head into my chest and I squeezed his hand. “You’re still afraid of needles?” Mav laughed out. “Yes! I am okay!” He snapped and Mav just grinned. Ella got his blood drawn and removed the tube. “Now time for your CT.” She said. “I’ll be right here when you get back.” I said as I stood from the bed. He grabbed my hand, kissing it as Ella pushed the bed out of the room, his hand holding mine till the very last second. “I think he’ll make a great recovery.” Penny said, her hand rubbing Mav’s arm as he stood next to her. “Me too.” I said. He already seemed to be doing pretty good.

Bradley was gone for about an hour and just as he came in he was brought his food. “Eggs, bacon, french toast? Am I drooling?” He asked, looking up at me as I ran my fingers through his hair. “A little. Eat up.” I said and he did. “It can’t be that good. It’s hospital food.” Mav said and Bradley shook his head. “It’s actually really good.” He said, food still in his mouth. “Okay, no one's gonna take it from you and don’t talk with your mouth full.” I said and he swallowed. “Yes, mom.” He said. Soon Mav and Penny left and I took a shower in the bathroom attached to his room. “Oh I feel so much better.” I said as I came out, I looked at Bradley and smiled. He had Mr. Snuffles up on the bed with him, tucked into his left side and he read the card attached to the flowers mom sent. “Your mom send these?” He asked and I nodded. “She did. Her and dad were gonna fly out but there was nothing they could do so I managed to talk them into staying put.” He chuckled. “Should we call them?” He asked and I realized I never text anyone but Mav to say he was awake. “Sure. Let’s surprise them.” I said. I facetimed moms phone and it rang so long I thought she would never answer.

“Hell-OH!” Mom yelled when she saw Bradley grinning at her through the phone. “Oh thank god! DAVID!” She yelled and she rushed through the house. “What?! Something happen to Bradley?” He asked and my heart swelled knowing my parents care about him so much. Mom turned the phone towards him and it took dad a minute to register what he was seeing. “Wha- YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Dad yelled with a smile on his face. “Good to see ya, son!” He said, making us laugh. “When did you wake up?” Dad asked. “Yesterday evening.” He said. “We hadn’t told anyone but Mav till now.” I said. “What about the team?” Dad asked. “I’ll text them once I get off the phone with you. Bradley wants them to come in a few at a time. He doesn’t want them crowding.” I said and I turned to him. His eyes were drifting closed and I could tell he was exhausted still. “Well, we’ll let you go. Text us with updates, we can talk later.” Mom said and I nodded, letting her go. “Get some sleep, honey.” I said, kissing his head. His arm went around my waist and I smiled, knowing I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere any time soon.

Throughout the week the team came in to visit, all cheering and crying tears of joy to see Bradley awake. Cyclone even came in to speak with him. Bradley had been worried that he wouldn’t be able to fly again, but his doctor and Cyclone reassured him that he would be back in the skies but only after ten to twelve weeks. He was bummed about it, but it was all worth it if he made a full recovery. Come Saturday we were getting ready to go home. I packed all of our stuff, Bradley was dressed and ready, the only thing left is for the doctor to remove his chest tube. “You may have some slight discomfort as I remove this.” Rooster squeezed my hand and buried his face in my shoulder. The doctor cut the stitches and slowly pulled the tube out, a hiss escaping Bradley as he did so. “All done.” I could immediately tell a shift in Bradley, he seemed more relaxed, relieved. “Macy will be in with your discharge paperwork and care instructions in just a few minutes.” We nodded and he left. Roo sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He’s only been up a handful of times this week and he’s a little unsteady so I immediately reach for him. “Need help?” I asked and he shook his head. “No, I just need off this bed.”

He stood and stepped away, slowly wandering around the room. “Feels good to just use my legs.” He said, stretching his legs as he did so. I just watched him. There was a moment where I never thought I’d see him alive again, let alone up and moving. “What?” He asked, noticing that I was watching him. “I’m just glad you're okay.” I said, leaning back on my hands as I leaned against a table in the room. He smiled, walking over to me, his hands falling to my waist. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” He said before leaning down and kissing me. There was so much passion behind it, something we’ve been missing since he’s been in here. “I love you, Mags.” He whispered as he pulled away. “I love you too, Roo.” I wrapped my hand around his neck and kissed him one more time before Macy came in. “Alright. These are your care instructions.” She handed the packet to Rooster, he couldn’t get incisions wet for three more days, no physical exercise for six weeks. “The physical exercise also includes sex.” “WHAT?!” He asked loudly and I slapped my hand over his mouth. Macy tried not to giggle but one escaped. “Yes. No sex. It could increase your heart rate and your stitches could pop. If they pop, you’ll bleed out in minutes, before anyone can get there to help you.”

I turned to him and he looked at me with pleading eyes but I shook my head. “No sex.” I said sternly and he huffed. We went over the rest of the instructions before we signed the paperwork. “Thank you so much.” I said before pulling Macy into a hug. She seemed shocked but hugged me back. “You’re welcome.” She said before forcing Bradley into a wheelchair. “I can walk.” He said and she chuckled. “Hospital policy, I’m just doing my job.” She said and he pouted the entire walk to the front doors. Macy stood with him while I pulled the jeep up to the doors. Macy helped him in and soon we were off and headed home. “It’s weird being the passenger.” Roo said, reaching over and taking my hand. “Thank you.” He said, lifting my hand and kissing the back of it softly. “For what?” I asked, squeezing his hand slightly. “Staying. Not leaving me alone in there.” There was something in his voice. I couldn’t read it and that bothered me. We stayed quiet the entire ride home, the only noise being the road and the radio. Once we pulled into the driveway I put the car in park and turned to him. “You know I’d never leave you, right?” I asked and he nodded. “I do. But you easily could’ve sat here at home, waiting for a phone call instead of sitting in that uncomfortable chair.” I just smiled at him, sitting up and running my fingers through his hair. “I wanted my face to be the first thing you saw when you woke up. So I wasn’t going anywhere. Plus if anything happened I wanted to know immediately, not twenty minutes after the fact.” He just smiled at me, his hand gently gripping the hand in his hair and holding it. “I’m glad you were the first thing I saw. It sounds weird, but god I missed you.” I smiled, leaning down and kissing him. “I missed you too.”

I pulled away and slid out of the jeep. “Now, let’s get you inside. I’m hungry and I’m sure you are too.” I said as I opened his door. Thankfully the jeep doesn’t sit too high off the ground so he could easily slide out. “Your cooking sounds amazing.” He said before reaching into the back. “EH! You’re not allowed to lift anything over ten pounds!” I stopped him. “I got the bags, you just take your ass inside and sit down.” He huffed but didn’t argue. He did reach inside and grab my purse and the flowers, neither weighing more than ten. Pick your battles. He likes helping out, so I’ll let him do little things here and there. He’ll go crazy if I make him lay in bed all day. We got inside and the dogs lost their minds. “Sit.” Bradley said and both dogs immediately sat, tails going a mile a minute. Rooster set my purse by the door with the flowers before sitting on the floor. I put all of our dirty clothes in the washer and put everything else away before I went into the kitchen. Amelia ate a good bit of the food, mostly stuff that would go bad like sandwich stuff. I pulled out some chicken to put in the airfryer and some pasta. I seasoned the chicken lightly before tossing it in then prepped everything else.

As that cooked I walked back into the living room to find Rooster had moved to the couch, Dahlia’s head in his lap and Sadie curled up next to him. “How does chicken pesto pasta sound?” I asked as I leaned over the back of the couch. He turned his head to look at me, smiling widely. “It sounds so good.” I smiled and kissed him before coming around and sitting next to him. I grabbed his hand and leaned my head on his shoulder. “It’s good to be home with you.” I muttered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I agree, pretty girl.” Once dinner was done we sat down and ate just enjoying the time together. There was a moment that I thought I would never have time like this again. After dinner I got him settled upstairs in the bed and went to take my shower. “I wish I could take a fucking shower. Those sponge baths did shit to make me feel clean.” I felt bad for him. The man showers religiously and after a week, he probably does feel like shit. “Are you sure I can’t take a shower?” He asked and I sighed. “You heard Macy. You can’t get your incisions wet for three more days.” He huffed and leaned his head back. I could tell he was frustrated and I hated it. I turned and took notice of the giant jetted tub that we have yet to use.

“You know. If we’re really careful, you could take a bath.” He sat up immediately. “You think?” He asked and I nodded. “I’ll have to help you to make sure you keep your incisions dry.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “So you’ll get in with me?” He asked. “No. I will sit on the edge of the tub and help you, but I will not be getting in the water with you.” He pouted but slowly stood. No matter what he says, he knows he’s weak and he knows he has to be careful. “Why not?” He asked as he slowly walked by me. “Because, I know how you get when I’m naked and I will not have you dying in our bathtub.” I said, referring to the stitches in his aorta. “Fine.” He huffed. “At least help me get undressed? It hurts if I lift my arm too high.” I gave him a small smile and nodded. I helped him carefully pull his shirt off and helped him with his pants before starting the water. I didn’t let it get too high, not wanting the water to reach the incision on his left side where his chest tube was.

Once I turned off the water I helped him in and he sat down. “Just being in the water feels nice.” I smiled, brushing his hair back. “I love you.” He said as he looked up at me with those big brown cow eyes. “I love you too.” I leaned down and kissed him gently before I carefully helped him wash his body and his hair. Once we were done I could see he felt better, more relaxed. “My turn. Go lay down and I’ll crawl in bed with you once I’ve had my shower.” He smiled and leaned down, kissing me softly. “Okay.” He whispered and walked into the bedroom while I cut the shower on. I washed away all the stress of the last few days. It was nice to be home, in my own shower, knowing my fiance was peacefully laying in bed waiting for me. Once I was done I dried off and slid into one of Bradley’s t-shirts before walking into the bedroom.

There, lying on the bed was Bradley. He was on his back, arms outstretched as his chest slowly rose and fell. I smiled and made my way over to the bed. I pulled the covers back, moving his arm before I slid in. “Mm, honey?” I couldn’t help but grin as I curled into him, my hand resting on his chest, right next to his incision. “I’m right here.” I whispered. His arm curled around my shoulder, pulling me close before he drifted back off to sleep. I just laid there, taking in everything. This was real. He would live. We would get to sleep next to each other, have meals together… we still get to have our wedding. Losing Rooster was a hard concept to grasp, but never being able to marry him made my chest ache. It felt as if someone took their hands and pulled my rib cage apart before reaching in and ripping out my heart. Part of me wanted to stay awake, soak in every moment of this, to know it was real. But his even breathing made me sleepy and soon, I was drifting off to sleep right next to him.

The next day we were lazy. Roo got up and walked around the house, we took a short walk on the beach to get him up and moving, but other than that we laid on the couch and cuddled. Of course Mav called to check on him. That would become a daily thing for a while. I know Mav was terrified of losing him, and he has every right to be, but I think Rooster is already annoyed after the third call today. “I’m fine.” He said after he hung up with Mav. “I know.” I said as I rubbed his back. “But you aren’t acting like that.” I pursed my lips and nodded. “But I get to see you all day, touch you, talk to you. All these things that solidify that you’re really here. Mav was… really scared. I think he’s still scared, scared that he’s going to call and you will never pick up.” I said and he sighed. “Maybe you call him tomorrow, or send him a meme every now and again. Something to help solidify that you’re still here and I’m sure he’ll calm down soon.” I said as my phone dinged. “Is it Mav?” He asked and I shook my head. “Penny. She’s apologizing for Mav calling so many times. She said she’s hiding his phone from him now.” Rooster chuckled. “He may just drive over here.” I nodded in agreement. “He really might.”

The rest of Sunday was spent in the kitchen. I was prepping stuff so Bradley could have easy and healthy lunches. Lots of protein and foods that would be good for his heart. He helped a little, getting tired easily so he would occasionally go nap or just rest. Going to bed Sunday night was easy. It was getting up Monday morning that was hard. It was storming outside, a very uncommon sight for San Diego. “You think you’ll be in the air much?” Roo asked as I pulled my hair back into a bun. “Knowing Mav? He’ll use this as an excuse for severe weather training.” Roo gave a light chuckle from the bed. “Probably.” He laid on his back, arm tossed over his eyes to shield them from the bathroom light. Once I was done I grabbed my flight suit and slid it on. “You gonna be okay today?” I asked and he nodded. “I’ll miss you.” I couldn’t help but grin and walk towards the bed, leaning over him as I got close. “I’ll miss you too.” He moved his arm and I kissed him gently. “But I will be fine. If I need you, I’ll call.” I nodded as I laced my boots up.

I went downstairs to get my coffee ready, Bradley and the dogs close behind. We silently went about our routine. Bradley let the dogs out and fed them while I got my coffee ready. “Okay. I love you, I will be home soon.” I said as I turned to him. He smiled down at me before leaning down and kissing me. “I love you too.” He followed me to the door, his own mug of coffee in hand before I opened the door. I turned for my bag, yelling as I saw him bend down to grab it. “You cannot lift anything heavy yet.” I scolded as I hoisted my bag over my shoulder. “Yes ma’am.” He sassed. “I’ll check in around lunch time.” I said before he kissed me one more time. “Okay, honey.” With that I walked out the door, pulling the hood of my rain jacket over my head. I quickly tossed everything in the jeep before practically diving in myself. Bradley stood on the porch waving as I backed out of the driveway. I waved back before heading off to work.

“Today you will be doing some severe weather training.” Mav announced in our morning briefing. “I told Bradley we’d be doing weather training.” I leaned over to Coyote as I whispered. “I want you in groups of threes. We’ll be practicing flight maneuvers.” We all nodded. “Dismissed.” With that we stood and made our way out to the hangar. First up was Phoenix and Bob, Fritz, and Coyote. I checked over my jet as they went up before Mav walked over. “How is he?” I just smiled at him before I sat in a chair. “Doing surprisingly well.” I answered. “No pain or anything?” He asked. “He’s on a lot of medication for pain and infections and everything in between. His incisions still look fresh and he’s dying for an actual shower.” Mav nodded and sat next to me. “I’m worried about psychological effects.” I nodded in agreement. “So far he sleeps like a baby. No nightmares, but I keep waking up intermittently to check on him.” He just nodded and smiled at me.

“I’m glad he has you.” Mav said, tossing his arm around my shoulder. “He wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me.” “Don’t start that.” Mav snapped. “Stop blaming yourself for every little thing that goes wrong in your relationship. I’m tired of hearing it and so is Bradley.” I was stunned by his response. Mav has usually been level headed with a few exceptions. He sighed and it was silent for a moment. “Caila, I’m sorry.” I shook my head and stood. “No. You’re right.” With that I walked away. I couldn’t really be mad at Mav, he was right. But so was I. Soon it was my turn to get in the air with Hangman and Omaha and Halo. We were doing so good. “Get him off me, Magnolia!” Omaha called out. “Hang in there! I’m coming!” Just as I almost had Hangman in my sights, lightning struck way too close for comfort. We had multiple other lightning strikes that followed. “Should we land?” I asked through the comms. The rain was splattering against my canopy, making visibility next to nothing. “You’re team leader Magnolia. That’s your call.” Another lightning strike and I made my decision. “Everyone bring it in.” We all landed one by one, my landing last as I wanted everyone else to land before me. As soon as I got my jet onto the tarmac, I was out and rushing inside. “I’m already sick of this rain.” I said as I stormed past Mav and Phoenix, soaked to the bone.

I didn’t shower on base, deciding it wasn’t worth it. The rain hasn’t let up all day and after work was no different. I hit a stupid amount of traffic on the way home and by the time I actually got there, I just wanted to curl up with Rooster. I made it inside, bringing in just a little water and not a whole damn puddle and as I set my bag down I saw Rooster napping on the couch. He looked so peaceful. He was lying on his back, one arm tossed back behind his head, the other resting on his belly. As I stepped closer I was startled by Sadie who poked her head out from under the blanket. “Keeping daddy company?” I asked, reaching down and petting her before she laid her head on his leg. I left Bradley asleep as I went upstairs and showered. He needed his sleep. Sleep would help him heal and a lot of the medications he’s taking right now make him sleepy. Once I was done, I found he was still asleep as I came downstairs. I needed to figure out dinner so I went into the kitchen and started rummaging around. I decided to just grill some chicken, brown rice and lots of fresh veggies. Most of it is good for his heart and I wanted him to feel as good as possible as quickly as possible.

When dinner was almost done I went to wake him. I sat next to him on the couch, smiling at how peaceful he looked. I brushed some of his curls back gently and he inhaled deeply. I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his chin and as I kissed his eyebrow his eyes opened. “Mm, hi honey.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him. “Careful, Roo.” I said, pulling away slightly. “I just wanna hold my fiance, is that too much to ask?” He groaned and I chuckled. “No, but I don’t wanna hurt you.” He smiled up at me as his hand threaded through my hair. “You never could.” He pulled me down into a kiss and I couldn’t help but relax into it. After a minute I pulled away. "Dinners almost ready." I told him and he inhaled deeply. "Okay, I'll be in the kitchen in a minute." I stood and held out my hands, helping him up gently. His face scrunched as if he was in pain as he stood. “When was the last time you had any medicine?” I asked and he looked at his watch. “Five hours ago.” I pursed my lips. “I’ll set out your medicine with dinner.” I said before standing on my toes and kissing his cheek.

I plated everything and set all his medications out on the island and he came in just as I put all my food on my own plate. He was rubbing his chest just around his scar. “Here.” I slid some water to him as he sat down. “Thanks.” He muttered before taking the handful of pills and swallowing them with the water. I smiled before sitting next to him with my own food. “How was your day?” He asked as he cut into the chicken. “Long. The rain never stopped and we had to end our exercise early because of all the lightning. I was soaked all day.” He chuckled. “Kind of glad I wasn’t there to endure that.” He said and I glared at him. “I love you but you get cranky if you get soaked from the rain.” He said, grinning before he leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You’re not wrong.” I replied. We talked and ate and once we were done poor Bradley looked like he would fall asleep. “C’mon. Let’s get you in bed.” I said quietly as I cut off the kitchen light. He slowly got up and I wrapped my arm around his waist. “I really want another bath.” He muttered and I sighed. Bradley is a man that showers every day and I can’t really tell him no. “Okay. We’ll get you a bath and then bed.”

We made it up the stairs and he sat on the toilet as I pulled out some towels for him and cut on the water. “Will you get in with me?” He asked as I leaned over. His hands rested on my hips and pulled me back till I stood between his legs and he rested his forehead on my back. “I’ve already showered.” I answered. “Please.” I let out a slow breath. I wanted to tell him no, but then I remembered how close I came to losing him. “Okay.” I could feel him smile against me. We both stripped and I helped him in before getting in and sitting on the opposite side, facing him. He gave me a small smile as I tossed my legs over his. “We should make use of this bathtub more often.” He said, leaning his head back and winking at me. “Mhm, I know what you want to use it for.” I said with a smile. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want to use it for the same thing!” He said as he leaned forward, gripping my thighs and hauling me into his lap. I gasped loudly. I knew he wouldn’t let me go so I helped slide myself into his lap, not wanting him to overexert himself. “You shouldn’t do that.” I scolded him.

“I didn’t hurt myself, so don’t worry.” I huffed, shaking my head. “I’ll always worry about you.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me as close as he could get me, my forehead resting on his. I smiled at him, my thumb running across the scars on his jawline. “I love you.” I whispered and he grinned. “I love you too, pretty girl.” I kissed his lips gently before I sat up. “We should probably get you washed up before the water gets cold.” He nodded and I leaned back, grabbing the soap and a rag. His arms stayed around me as I lathered the soap across his body. “I did something today.” He blurted out. I raised a brow at him. “What’d you do?” I asked, carefully cleaning around his incision. “I made some changes to my life insurance policy.” I stilled. “What?” I asked, my eyes moving to his. “When I met Nat and we became friends, she was the beneficiary. I knew she’d use it to pay off any funeral debts if it came to that. When we got together I never really thought about it. But after what happened, I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything.” I stared at him for a moment. I dropped the rag and my hands drifted up to the sides of his neck. “Bradley. I don’t want your money.” I said and he nodded, one hand coming up and lightly holding my wrist. “I know, honey. I know. But if something does happen to me I just want the peace of mind knowing that you’re taken care of. Just to know that finances is one thing you won’t have to worry about makes me feel better.”

I sighed, tears coming to my eyes. “Financial ruin doesn’t matter. Because if you’re not here I don’t know how I’d go on living.” He furrowed his brows, his handscoming up to my own cheeks. “Hey, don’t say that.” I shook my head. “It’s true though. When you were in the hospital I had this god awful dream.” I took a deep breath, willing the tears away. “You died. You didn’t make it. Mom was helping me get ready for your funeral.” My breath caught in my throat and he shushed me. “Hey, I’m here.” I shook my head. “Seeing you in a casket Bradley, even in my dream I just wanted to die.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here and I don’t plan on going anywhere for a long, long time.” He said as he pressed a kiss to my neck. His words sat heavy on my chest and only one thought crossed my mind, and I’m sure it crossed his. Goose didn’t plan on going anywhere for a long, long time either. I didn’t dare say it out loud, but we both knew it. Anything can happen in our jobs, even outside of it. Once I calmed myself, I sat back and wiped my cheeks.

“Come on. Let’s finish up and get in bed.” He said and I nodded. We finished in the bath and finally got out. Rooster slid into some boxers and I slid on some panties and one of his old Phillie’s shirts. With that, we climbed into bed, his arm going around my waist and pulling me into his side. “You’re gonna have to stop pulling me, I definitely weigh more than ten pounds.” I said and he chuckled. “I’d pop a stitch for you anyday.” He said, turning on his side and nuzzling his nose into my cheek. “Well let’s not do that. Remember what Macy said?” I asked, closing my eyes and resting my hand on his chest. “Yes, honey. I remember.” He huffed and then it went quiet. Within minutes Rooster was out like a light and I wasn’t far behind him.

The next morning I got up and left early, deciding I needed to hit the gym. I left Rooster a note just so he didn’t worry. I walked into the gym, immediately heading for the weights and saw Hangman on the leg press. “Mornin’.” He grunted out. “Mornin’.” I replied quietly. Hangman finished as I headed for the leg curl machine. I got set up and started. “You okay?” Hangman asked as he finished his set and stood up. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m just tired.” I replied. “How’s Rooster?” He asked. “He’s okay. Sleeping a lot. He can finally get his stitches wet today so I know as soon as I walk through the door he’ll be begging for a shower.” Hangman scrunched his face. “Has he not bathed since he came home?” I giggled. “Yes, he has. But it’s been baths and the man showers daily. He’s begged me every night since he came home for a shower.” He nodded. “Why can’t he just take one when he gets up?”

I shook my head. “If the shower gets too hot, which is likely because he loves steaming showers, he can pass out. I’d rather be home so if anything happens I can get to him.” He nodded. “He hasn’t… hasn’t had any nightmares has he?” I shook my head. “No. I hope he never does, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. It was all so traumatic. I’ve been waking up at least twice a night to check on him.” He gave me a small smile. “Worried?” He asked and I nodded. “Worried something will happen in the middle of the night and when I wake up he’ll be dead.” I finished my reps and sat up. “He told me last night that he changed the beneficiary to his life insurance policy. He changed it to me because after what happened he was worried I wouldn’t be taken care of.” I chuckled. “As if that would happen.” Hangman chuckled and agreed. “Well what matters is he’s still here and on the mend.” I nodded as he pulled me into a side hug.

We finished working out and I showered before getting ready in my flight suit. We went through the motions of the day, sitting in lectures, going through simulations and flight training. Finally when the end of the day came, I didn’t bother showering in the locker room and just made my way home. Like I predicted, Rooster was standing in the living room in only his boxers when I got home. “Hi honey.” He seemed tired but happy to see me. “Hi, why are you up?” I asked. “I was waiting on you to get home so I could shower.” He had a large grin on his face. “I figured you would be. Just didn’t expect you to be standing in the living room waiting on me.” I said as I set my bag on the floor. “Have you had a shower yet?” He asked, coming closer and resting his hands on my waist. “I knew you’d ask so I purposefully drove home without one.” He grinned and laced his fingers through mine. “C’mon honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He grinned at me as he pulled me upstairs towards our room. He slowly unzipped my flight suit, his lips attached to mine. “Don’t get worked up now.” I told him. “You’re only telling me that because you’re getting worked up.” He said before attaching his lips to the skin just below my ear. “You’re right, I am.” I said as I stepped out of my flight suit. We finished stripping and Rooster got into the shower. The water was warm, but not too hot. Bradley carefully washed his incision and I helped him wash everywhere else. “I never thought a shower could feel so amazing.” He said, standing under the shower head. I smiled, running my hands through his hair, washing out the shampoo. “I’m just glad you feel so good today.” He nodded. “I feel better today than I have since it happened.” I gave him a tight smile. “That’s good.” Bradley lathered my body with soap before helping me wash my own hair. It was quiet, sweet even. When we got out he helped me make dinner and we ate, curled up on the couch. “Bradley?” I asked after we were done eating. I was laying down on the couch, him between my legs with his head on my stomach. “Yeah, pretty girl?” He asked. “I love you, so much.” I said, running my fingers through his curl. He buried his face in my stomach, his mustache tickling my skin as he smiled. “I love you too, pretty girl. So much more than you could imagine.” He said before placing a kiss to my stomach.

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[ilguna]

mentally preparing myself for when tom blyth is so undeniably attractive as coriolanus snow that i feel compelled to write fanfic for him

[beiasluv]

sully boys walked on you changing 😳

a/n: i am out of ideasss, lmk if you have some :) anyways, enjoy! :)

masterlist

although the na’vis are not known for their coverage in clothing pieces, they have a time for changing things up.

i swear they are putting so much trust in their piece of clothing, like neytiri’s top is holding on for its dear life.

jake (2009)

“hey, y/n um- OM MY FUCKING-“

“HEY! JAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!” you covered your bare chest and turned away from him. “GET OUT! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK FOR MY SAKE!”

“so- sorry!”

“GO!”

“y- yes! going now,” he closed the curtain slowly.

“no peaking!”

stares a moment before going out the tent. he is doing that shOOk face before collecting his senses.

definitely smirking to himself behind the curtain

jake is definitely a sweet guy and a consent king, but he can’t help himself sometimes, y’know. getting those free views is not something he’ll see everyday, might as well take advantage of it.

he tries to kill his thoughts but those pictures flash over and over he had to beat himself to it.

definitely have to bonk his head to get some senses back. he’ll be so flirty at first, but he’ll become so shy afterwards

definitely thinking about you before going to bed. he’ll be a drunk person in love, imagining your embrace during the nights.

tails wagging and everything when he daydream about you.

can’t even look at you in the eyes for a week, i guess. he was so ashamed but he can’t help himself teasing you of it 😈

the sweetest boy 100% tho. he’ll even comfort you.

“hey, y/n, i know i can be a wuss sometimes but you don’t have to be embarrassed to me. I know i’m an idiot but you have a really sweet body, don’t think i am a creep, but i think every part of you is perfect, and i mean it,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.

neteyam

his father’s son 100% a flirty boy

“y/n, i was wondering- OH HOLY- nice views”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT!”

“okay, okay, going now, you should wear that more, or should i say i like it off,” he snickered behind the curtains.

“YOU- son of a- please, get out!”

he is so sweet about it tho. he’ll apologize afterwards 🥺

he’ll hug you whenever he can 100% and shower you with comforting words. maybe he can shower you with seductive compliments *AHEM*

“i know I’m an idiot, y/n, but you are so cute for me, and i mean it, okay?” “never let anyone sees you like that, because you are my little potato and mine.”

but neteyam being neteyam, he’ll throw out a joke afterwards like

“next time call me, I’ll help you change.” *wink* *wink*

he’ll daydream about the scene that flashed against his eyes, he wouldn’t complain about it. just basically dozed off in the middle of the day, drooling and everything, and people around him were worried asf. “tf is wrong with his dude.”

wanders to those deep dark waters that he know he shouldn’t go there. definitely cringe at himself and smack some senses back.

then he always learned how to shout before going in, which other people thinks it’s weird why he started doing it now, after all these years.

when he knows you are inside he’ll never miss a chance to tease you.

“hey, y/n! watch out for a handsome boy going in, he might see some views.”

“oh, shut up.”

lo’akkk

my boyyyy, he is flustered to the flustered

“y/n, i wanted to ask- AH- WHAT-“

“OH MY GOODNESS, please, get out!”

“I’m so sorry!”

his face is so red that people walking past the tent would ask if he is okay💀 he’ll be so flustered he couldn’t even answer them.

people got worried so they called jake to see💀

“lo’ak! what happened, did you do something?” he grabbed his son and shook him.

“no-nothing dad! let me go!” he refused to stay in his embrace.

“then tell me what happened!”

“MR.SULLY, HE SAW ME CHANGING! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” you quickly got out of the tent. lo’ak’s face turned even redder and his body’s temperature is rising rapidly.

the fact that, I am telling you, jake died laughing inside. he was like- “HUH” and then “HAHAHSHSHHA”

lo’ak couldn’t be more embarrassed, but he was met with your comforting words later on. you went to see him in his tent alone, choosing wisely to bring a shawl to cover your shoulder

“hey, lo’ak, are you feeling better?” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “look, i’m sorry-“

“no, please, i should be the one apologizing,” he turned to look at you, instinctively looking down first but panicked and looked up. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, your body made me think things i never imagined- BRAH EW WHAT DID I JUST SAY.”

“it’s okay,” you giggled. “glad i can help.”

“NO- I SWEAR I AM NOT A CREEP!”

“YOU ARE MY CREEPER,” a peck on his lips. muah.

today’s a great day to try something new! and take care! 🤍

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[geminixevans-stan]

Feels So Right

Pairing: Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Words: 3.9k+

Summary: w

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, angst, fluff, mentions of divorce, explicit language, explicit content, oral f, choking, pussy slapping, creampie,

A/N: Happy freaking 2k to me! Let’s start it off right. This was self-indulgent and little ode to some mutuals in a way! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

What were you thinking? No, seriously, what were you thinking? This wasn’t supposed to be your life. Yet, here you were pacing around your room, trying on dress after dress — for a date! You were supposed to still be married to the love of your life.

But the love of your life — or so you thought he was, decided to end your marriage and be with someone who he stated was just better suited for him. Good riddance right? Except for the pain that coursed through your veins stung for months.

You decided life wasn’t even worth living for after the divorce was final. At least your ex was nice enough to leave the house to you. The walls that held your memories were now bare. Walking passed those picture frames hurt each time and it reminded you of something that was no more.

For months you didn’t even leave the house. Your friends urged you to get up and move on with your life. God knows he did and it made you sick knowing he’d never love you again — like you still loved him.

Friends would come by and check on you and it was nice that they still cared. You were a shell and they hated to see you like that. The grueling months went by and you had used up all of your vacation time at work.

Your boss was understanding and you didn’t want to take her kindness for granted. It was time to go out into the world again, even the sun was surprised to see you as much as it was shining that day.

Taking your normal commute to work was a dream — until it wasn’t. You found yourself on the side of the road with a smoking car no less. Cursing at yourself for not getting it checked sooner. Luckily, you still had Triple-A on hand, otherwise, you would have had to call one of your friends and you didn’t want to be more of a burden than you already were.

The tow truck took you to the auto shop that you were familiar with and you had to do a double-take at how much it changed. Had you been gone that long? Depression will definitely make the weeks feel like days and the months feel like weeks.

The place even smelled better on the inside and as you took in all the new changes, you hear the door open, and… the universe had to be playing a sick game on you.

The man that walked out the door, was as tall as the frame, with feathered brown locks that framed his face just right and a body that you wouldn’t mind being under. Your eyes dropped down to his hands and… goodness. They were huge.

Your mouth dropped open slightly and if you stared any longer, a puddle of drool would be pooling at your feet.

The blood rushing to your ears muffled the sound of your name being called once. But the deep baritone of this man’s voice when he said your name twice, pulled you from your trance.

You snapped your mouth shut, gulping down the spit that almost fell from your lips. Gathering up whatever composure that you had left, look up at the towering stature of the Greek God.

“Uh- um, yeah that’s me,” you say in a quiet tone.

The man extends his hand and you could have died when he smiled at you.

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Walker, the name’s Ari,” the sound of that name made you wince and before he could get another word in, you squeaked out your maiden name.

Ari looks back at the paper and then back at you, “Oh but, it says..”

“I’m… recently divorced, I should’ve updated everything by now,” the shame setting in as your shoulders slumped a bit.

But your shame quickly turned into confusion when you heard his chuckle.

“I thought that was you,” his amused voice matching his beaming smile. There was no way this man knew who you were. Not a chance in hell. But as you looked up at the name on the new logo. You repeated his name in your head.

The cogs in your brain began to turn, “Ari… Levinson… Ari… Holy crap! Stick?! Oh my… You.. Grew up.”

His laugh bounced off the walls before enveloping you in a hug and God did he feel warm. You melt into his embrace, letting the smell of his cologne consume you. It had been so long since you were hugged like this, you wanted to stay there forever.

But it was over as Ari slipped his arms from around you, getting a good look at you, “You haven’t changed. Just got rid of some dead weight,” he said giving you a look mixed with sympathy and awe.

His last statement stung, but he was right. Your friends and family knew John was nothing but dead weight holding you down.

You chuckled nervously, wrapping your arms around yourself, “You heard about that huh?”

“My old man couldn’t stop talking about how a piece of shit he was. You didn’t deserve that,” you wish you could say he was wrong, but he wasn’t. John would never checked your car, let alone take it to get tuned up yearly. Stating you were a big girl and didn’t need him to hold your hand.

Every time that you would walk in the auto shop, old man Isaac would shake his head, muttering that a lady shouldn’t have to worry about things like this. He was even more annoyed the day you caught a flat because John refused to check the air in your tires.

He serviced you like he always did but didn’t charge you a penny. Instead, he charged John the full amount and left a nice note explaining why.

Something about “Only worthless men don’t protect their wives”

News of his death did get to you but you were too numb to even react. You did of course send flowers and thanks. As Ari mentioned his dad, your lip trembled as you gazed up at him.

“I’m sorry about Isaac. He was the best,” you say as Ari gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes this time.

“Yeah… Yeah he was. But! Enough of the sad talk, let’s get you up and going okay?” his voice softer now as he took out his clipboard, “So the motor is shot but I can have that fixed in a day. Your tires are worn a bit but I can order new ones for you so you don’t have to.”

That sounded like a lot of money that quite frankly you didn’t have. You knew that your car would have to stay until you got the money together so you stopped Ari, “Those sound expensive Ari and it’s something that I can’t afford right now..”

Ari’s brows furrowed but still looking at you with a softened look, “Who says I wanted your money sugar?”

Oh no… was this about to be one of those kinds of payments? Granted he looks amazing but you weren’t about to sleep with him to get your car fixed.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, “I’m no-not going to sleep with you! What the hell Ari!”

“Woah! Woah! I never said that” amusement lacing his words, “The only payment from you that I’m willing to take is one date. Just one. Two if you like me after the first one,” there was no way he was serious. But as the silence set in, not once did he laugh or say “gotcha”

Your mouth opened once, closed, and opened again. Shock had set in, “You? Want to go on a date? With me?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life sweetheart. Whaddya say?” his voice was laced with hope. He hoped you would say yes because deep down, he didn’t think he stood a chance. Ari wished he got to you first after all those years and life was giving him a second chance.

You stood there in disbelief, surely he would see what a mess you were as soon as you let him in. Doubt began to set in. What if he didn’t like you? What if he canceled after realizing he could do better?

“That would never happen,” his voice cutting through your thoughts. You must have said them out loud because he answered quickly, “You’ve been my crush since high school sugarplum. It’s time to do what I should have done years ago.”

Ari’s eyes pierced through yours and you could feel the heat in his gaze. John didn’t even look at you the way Ari did and it literally stole your breath away. What could one date hurt? It would be good to catch up anyway right?

You agreed to have one date with Ari. He planned everything down to the date, time, and place. He wouldn’t take your offer of just meeting up. No, he wasn’t going to let you lift a finger.

So, here you were on a group facetime with your friends, Dina, Arielle, Stephanie, and Audrey. Your room was a mess and you still haven’t found anything to wear. Only thing that you successfully had done was your hair and makeup.

“I knew we shoulda went over there,” chimed Arielle, “Poor girl is in shambles.”

“Just pick the tightest dress you can find!” shouted Stephanie.

“The girl can barely breathe with just her underwear on! You want her to suffocate?” spoke Audrey.

“Well it would get her laid that’s for sure,” muttered Dina.

“DINA!!” everyone shouted

Dina cackled, covering her mouth in laughter, “You were all thinking it! Those cobwebs need to be knocked off. Lord knows the dumbass couldn’t do it.

Murmurs of agreeance filled the room as you set out 3 potential dresses, “Okay… What about these?”

Silence filled the room again as everyone gave the most disgusted looks. Dina was the first to speak, “What are you a nun? Burn em.”

Audrey chuckled, “Yeah even I want you to never let those dresses see the light of day”

All the girls busted out laughing as you sank to the floor, “None of you are any help! He’s going to be here in 30 minutes and I’m still not dressed.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing. Less to take off,” Stephanie shrugged, getting a glare from Arielle.

You let out a huff of frustration as the time came closer and closer. This wasn’t going to work out and you knew Ari was on his way because he sent you a message an hour ago.

There was nothing in your closet that was date material. John never took you on dates so there was never any need to actually buy anything remotely sexy.

That was until…

“What about that strappy dress that I got for your divorce gift?” asked Audrey, “I haven’t seen you even take it out of the bag.”

Everyone nodded and agreed and you were just mortified, “I can’t wear that! It’s…”

“It’s perfect! Go on, try it,” urged Dina.

It couldn’t hurt, right? There was no time to even debate because in exactly 10 minutes, Ari would be knocking on your door.

You pulled out the dress bag, slowly pulling the zipper down. The black silk pulled you in the moment you laid eyes on it. The danger in having the fabric on your skin scared and excited you at the same time.

A lump formed in your throat as you tried to swallow but there was no time for doubt. 5 minutes had already passed. You quickly slip the dress on, tying the straps in the right place and slipping on the matching heels. It felt like they lifted you almost a foot off the floor. But as you looked in the mirror, the woman looking back at you was unrecognizable.

But in a good way. She wasn’t the shell of the person that you used to be. She was… hot.

“What are you doing?! Let us see!” screamed Arielle. You quickly came into the focus of the camera as everyone looked stunned.

You looked and them as they looked back at you, “Well? Say something!”

“Oh John is an idiot!” shouted Arielle.

“You’ve been hiding those tits this whole time?!” blurted out Stephanie.

“Fuck the tits look at the ass!” added in Dina

“Mommy? Sorry.. Mommy?” Audrey says in awe.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as they all spoke at once, “So it’s good?” you ask nervously.

They all say yes in unison, your accomplished smile reaching your eyes.

All the commotion died down with the sound of a knock on your door, “Shit! He’s here. Okay, guys love you!”

“Wait a minute!” Yelled Dina, “What’s this guy’s name?”

With everything going on, you forgot to tell them that your date was Ari.. “Umm Ari? Levinson?”

“STICK?!” they all yelled at once

You gave them a smirk, “Not anymore,” you hear another knock, “Gotta go! See ya!” You end the call, grabbiing your purse and keys and make it to the door, twisting the knob before Ari can knock a third time.

When he laid eyes on you, it was his turn to drool, “You.. Jesus… damn,” he stands there tripping over his words.

You hung your head down, not used to a man being lost for words for you.

Ari quickly lifted your head up with his finger, “None of that sugarplum, you’re gonna be the prettiest woman in the room. Damn… I’m the luckiest man alive right now.”

You preen lightly at his compliments, taking his hand as he leads you out the house and down the stairs.

The entire night went perfectly from beginning to end. Neither you or Ari wanted it to end. That’s why right now at this moment, Ari can’t make himself leave your doorstep and you don’t want him to.

To say you haven’t felt like this in a long time would be the wrong statement. You’ve never felt this way before. Your body has been on fire the entire night and all you want is Ari put the flame out.

You both stand in front of each other, Ari being the first to make a move. He cups your face, bringing his lips down to yours, sucking your bottom lip between his.

He pulls you to him by the small of your back deepening the kiss as you moan softly into his parted lips. You two stand there consuming each other for what feels like hours before he pulls back.

You whine from the loss of him as he shakes his head, “We should stop sugarplum. I don’t want to but we should…”

Your eyes roll up to his, “But I don’t want to stop Ari.. This is been the best night in my life in a long time. Don’t go,” you say the last word in a needy whisper.

Ari presses his lips to your forehead, “I get a chance with you sugarplum and I don’t want to ruin it.”

You step up to him, running your fingers up the back of his neck, raking your nails softly against his scalp, making him lightly growl

“So, take your chance…”

He didn’t need you to tell him twice. “Keys,” you waste no time handing over your keys to him. With a quickness you hear the door unlock and open, “jump,” he commands. Your arms lace around his neck while his hands run down the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the floor and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Ari smashes his lips to yours bringing you both into the house, kicking the door closed and swiftly locking it. He never takes his lips off yours, curling his tongue around yours as you whimper into his mouth.

He places you on the cabinet leaning up against a wall with a mirror hanging over it, bunching up your dress and kneeling before you. A fresh gush of slick added more wetness to your already soaked panties watching this man on his knees and it was all for you.

“Ari- what..”

“Shh,” those blue slate eyes rolling up to meet yours, “Only thing I wanna hear is my name and the pretty sounds I’m gonna pull outta you,” you clamped your mouth shut, watching his eyes return back between your legs.

He spreads your thighs with his thick hands, sliding them up and ripping your panties from your skin. You let out a breathy moan, catching his attention. Ari lays his eyes on you again, lifting each leg and draping them over his shoulders one by one.

“Eyes on me sugarplum, let me see you,” he whispers before diving his head between your thighs nudging his nose against your aching core. You let out a surprised yelp the minute his tongue licked up your quivering folds. Stars clouded your eyes and he was just getting started.

You squirmed in his hold, inching away from his face. The sensations you were feeling were too much but with an audible growl from Ari, he yanks your hips back where they belonged. He laid one slap to your pulsing clit making you arch your back and cry out.

“Move again and I’ll make you pass out on my tongue,” oh that made you clench and whimper. Ari smirked at you, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh and licking the bite mark. You preened, growing impatient with his teasing.

Lacing your fingers through his locks, you push his head back between your legs, hearing a muffle attagirl before feeling his lips wrap around your clit suckling your bud in his mouth.

“Ohfuck- Ari!” you scream, grinding your wetness in his face, pulling his hair as he adds his tongue to the assault of your jumping clit. You pull him closer, resting your head against the hanging mirror falling into his web.

Ari’s tongue flicks faster against your clit, feeling his lips add pressure to his sucks until the only noises to be heard are your broken moans and his audible suck. Pressure fills your core, blooming with every single stroke of his thick muscle until you break.

You never thought any man would ever make you come the way Ari did. Your sobs fill the room as your lower half convulses on his tongue. Ari drinks you up like he’ll never drink again, groaning against your folds as he tastes all of you for the first time.

He wants to see you do it again and again like it’s his mission. Ari holds your legs open licking up every drop before diving back in and sucking you back in his mouth but sliding two fingers inside your silken walls. His fingers creep, up, up, up until he finds that spot making you tremble in his arms.

Ari lets out a satisfied sigh, curling fingers at the spot, stroking it at the same pace as his tongue. Your eyes roll back, mouth going slack as Ari begins to pull another orgasm from you.

His fingers scissors you open never leaving your spot, your creaminess forming a ring around the thick digits. Your body arches once more, the pressure building again but faster this time. Your breaths become quick and Ari goes faster making the white flash over your eyes as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere.

You let out a silent scream, gushing into Ari’s waiting mouth, your legs clamping around his head as he drinks every drop from you. If he has to die between your legs, that’s what Ari will do.

Your body falls limp, as your high comes down. Ari kisses both your thighs before standing back up, looking at your blissed-out face. He takes your face in his hands, placing soft kisses to your skin, “Come back to me sugarplum, I got you,” he whispers smiling at the small smile you give him, “There’s my girl,” he says proudly, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

He leaves your juices on your lips, swiping your tongue over your swollen lips you become intoxicated, grabbing the back of his neck and crashing your lips to his, sliding your tongue over his as your taste yourself. Ari moans into your mouth, loosening his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down in one motion.

Ari grabs his aching cock in one hand giving it a few strokes before lining the leaking head to your slit. You let out a surprised noise in his mouth as he slides in, letting the tip stretch you out. You pull away from his lips, looking down at the thick veiny member about to wreck you.

Your eyes look into his, he pushes further as your let out a choked moan, your walls sucking him right in.

Ari leans his forehead against yours, knowing that he could come right now from just how tight you are, “Sugarplum… fuck. Pussy’s so greedy for me. Let me give her what she wants. Ready?”

You give a nod, “Please,” you say desperately, “Need all of you, Ari…”

He lays one more kiss to your lips, “I’ll do whatever you tell me to sugarplum,” he surges forward filling you to the brim. You gasp against his lips, feeling fuller than you’ve ever been.

You grasp onto his back as he pulls all the way out leaving the tip in before snapping his hips over and over. Ari lifts you up, dropping you up and down on his cock as you cream all over his length. The squelching of your pussy can be heard the more he drops you down filling you over and over again.

Ari sets you down pinning your legs back as he looks deep into your eyes and thrusts into your creamy center, pulling the most inhumane sounds out of you. He angles his hips just right, hitting that spongy spot over and over.

Spurt after spurt of juices land on his pistoning cock as the cabinet knocks against the wall with every stroke he gives you. Your walls flutter and pull him in as he hits your spot over and over again.

Ari curses under his breath, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing lightly, “You here with me sugarplum?” you nod, unable to speak because he making you feel just that good.

He drops his hand down, circling your clit with his fingers until the dam breaks again, flooding his cock with your juices as you scream his name out.

“Ari! Fuck!” you call out, gripping onto his biceps as his fingers don’t stop rubbing your sensitive bud. Another orgasm crashes into the first and you let out a silent scream as your begin to milk him of every drop he’ll give you.

“Baby… baby, fuck!” he groans out, filling you with thick ropes of cum as you suck him in not letting go until he’s done.

Ari pulls you to flush to him as he keeps filling you up, kissing and suckling on your lips. You take his face in your hands, whispering to him, “Give me everything, there you go,” he whimpers against your lips painting your walls with the last drop.

You two stay wrapped up in each other until your highs come down. Ari is the first to speak, “You okay sugarplum?” he asks checking your face.

You give him a smile that let’s him know you’re more than okay, “Fantastic,” you look up at him innocently, “Stay? Please?”

Ari lets out a soft chuckle, “You’re stuck with me sugarplum…”

[dailydragon08]

At Ease

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Warnings: none, just fluff and Luke being an awkward lil bean who thought he’d be better at talking to pretty girls after becoming a Jedi Knight, but he’s not. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Reader has long, naturally curly hair in this one (because I'm just feeling self-indulgent). Summary: Luke has a little trouble functioning after seeing you fully relaxed with your natural, curly hair for the first time. Read here on AO3

Luke sighed as he held C3PO’s detached foot in his hand. The droids had joined Leia and Han on an afternoon walk around Endor that was now possible six months post-battle. The Empire was becoming more scattered and unorganized by the day, but their work was far from finished, especially with Leia and the other diplomats beginning to plan how the New Republic would function. But still, they were starting to get more free time than they had previously.

“I’m so sorry, Master Luke!” 3PO cried in dismay from the table. “R2 pushed me over a log and my foot got stuck.”

R2 whistled in protest next to Luke, who sat at a table in the mess with his tools, attempting to put the droid back together.

“Oh, you did too, you insolent—”

“Calm down, 3PO, we’ll get you fixed up.” Luke turned to his sister and shook his head in amusement as she withheld her laugh from where she stood behind him. “Where’s Han?”

“He went off with Chewie and Lando somewhere,” his sister replied. “Something about maintenance on the Falcon. I tried to listen, but someone was very distraught.”

“Oh, yes,” 3PO said, “as you should be, R2!”

R2 beeped and shook slightly.

“They mean me?!”

“What happened?” a familiar voice asked just as Luke began lining up the droid’s foot and leg to re-bolt it.

“Hi, Y/N,” he heard his sister say behind him. He wished he could turn to give you a smile, but 3PO’s foot was being more stubborn than anticipated. He’d been training you as a Jedi for about four months now and the two of you were becoming fast friends. He enjoyed getting to know you and wasn’t sure how you had time for sleep with Jedi training and still helping at your old job in med bay. “3PO tripped and lost his foot.”

“I was pushed!”

“Oh boy,” you laughed behind him. “Hi, Luke.”

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry, I’m having to concentrate here.”

“Oh, it’s all good. I just wanted to ask—”

“Wait, is that your natural hair?” Leia asked in surprise.

“Oh—um, yeah. I just usually have it up when I’m working, but had a bit of a headache today and had some free time, so…” You trailed off, but Luke smiled at the vivid picture of your usual shrug.

“It’s gorgeous!”

“Oh, thanks,” you laughed nervously.

Curious, Luke paused in his work and turned to you only to do a double take at the natural, bouncy curls that fell down your shoulder and back. He had no idea your hair was curly—come to think of it, he’d never even seen it out of its usual updo. He felt his mouth open in a small “o” of its own accord but couldn’t seem to shut it.

Not that he’d ever thought you unattractive—far from it—but he almost hadn’t realized how attractive you were until now. He’d never had time to think about it before, with the remaining Imperials to deal with, mourning his father, and training you (not that you needed much; you were already proficient in the ways of the Force thanks to secret practice from the last few years). But now that he looked at you—really looked at you—he could see why many of the Resistance pilots practically drooled when you walked by.

Oh, he thought to himself, continuing to screw 3PO’s foot on while not paying a lick of attention. Oh no.

You met his eyes several times as you continued to talk with Leia, your conversation completely lost to him. You began to fidget with your clothes before turning to see what Leia was pointing at. With her other hand, his sister reached over and gently closed his mouth with her forefinger. Luke snapped back to reality and turned back to the droid in front of him, screwing the last bolt in place.

“Um,” he cleared his throat, “t-there you go, 3PO.”

“Oh, um…” the droid paused. “Master Luke, I hate to embarrass you, but my foot appears to be on backward.”

Luke thanked whoever was listening that he had his back to you as he felt the heat crawl up his neck onto his face. As hard as she tried, he could hear Leia fail to stifle her laugh behind him as you quietly asked her if he was okay.

“He’s fine, he just was apparently a bit distracted.”

“Oh, should I go?” you asked, completely oblivious to your effect on him.

“No!” Luke answered a little too quickly, turning to look at you and laughing nervously. Realizing his face was probably still red, he whipped back around, not expecting 3PO to have leaned forward to inspect his foot. He smacked his head against the droid’s with a hollow thunk, biting back a curse as he brought a hand to his throbbing head. “Noooo,” Luke groaned. “You can stay…ugh…”

Leia was now laughing so hard, he could see her double over in his peripheral vision. He turned to throw her a glare, but now you were also trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” 3PO said. “Are you all right?”

R2 let out a series of beeps that sounded suspiciously like a laugh before whistling at his companion.

“Um, yes, I think that would be a good idea. Master Luke, R2 has suggested perhaps he completes the repair?”

Still holding his head, Luke slowly slid down the bench to give the astromech room to work. “Uh-huh, yep. Go ahead.”

A hand on his shoulder made him look up to see you looking down at him, amused but still concerned. “Do you want ice?”

“I’ll go get it,” Leia replied before he could respond and left suspiciously quickly.

His attention returned to you as you gently moved his hand out of the way. “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little…uh…”

“Distracted?” you teased, a smile threatening your lips.

He chuckled. “Uh, yeah, I guess…”

“You don’t feel concussed, do you?”

“I promise, I’m fine. I don’t need doctor mode Y/N, but thank you,” he said with a smile, grabbing your hand to move it away from his head.

“You sure?”

Your E/C eyes bored into his, filled with genuine concern and for a moment, he couldn’t help but stare. He’d never really admired the color before, but they were striking. Especially framed with your curls, it made his stomach do somersaults and he could only give a quiet “yeah” in response.

You nodded, looking over his face just as intensely before clearing your throat. “Um…Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I…have my hand back?”

He blinked, realizing he was not only still holding your hand, but gently rubbing back and forth with his thumb. “Oh! Yeah, sorry, sorry.”

You smiled and Luke felt his heart sink unexpectedly as you were called away. “I’ll see you for training later?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Luke simply nodded, sneaking a glance at you as you walked away. Leia returned just as you left with Han in tow, snickering when she realized what her brother was staring at. She laughed and shook her head as she gently pressed the ice pack to Luke’s forehead.

“Weeellll,” Han began, “from what I heard, you sound like you’re super smooth, kid. I’m impressed. And here I thought I would have to give you some pointers.”

“You’re never gonna let me forget this, are you?” Luke groaned.

Leia and Han smiled at each other before simultaneously answering, “No.”

[spishaychicken]

Moving into an unexpected place

Today, I decided to get a roommate! For like, the experience. I used a Tinder-like app for people who want roommates. After a few days, I matched with a person called Alex, they were nice, outgoing, (like me) and boisterous if I could describe them in about three words, based on my first impression. We chatted for a few days and then we both decided to move into a rural neighborhood. It was a two-story house with a basement, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and two bathrooms, and it’s not a bad price for the size of the rooms.

People say that I’m crazy for moving into a house with a person I basically know nothing about, willingly! But, I’m a social person, and I like doing weird stuff. Life is short anyways, so why not do as much as you can in that lifetime? Well, that’s my logic for doing stuff like this. And if my stay there turned out to be one of those roommate horror stories, I can laugh it off with my friends.

Anyways… once I finally packed all my stuff and moved to my new house, I opened the door and… I collided with something. I was, of corse, a little disoriented after bumping into the thing I bumped into. When I got out of my confusion, I saw my new roommate, thank god I wasn’t tricked and they looked like what they did in the pictures. Neither slim nor, muscular, has a slight scar above their right eyebrow, only a little taller than me, short, dark, dirty blonde hair with an indigo streak on the right side on their hair, but it looks a bit messy, like someone was messing with it? Eh, they were probably just stressing out like me, probably nothing to worry about.

Uh- hi there! Yoouu must be Xavier. W-want to come in?

. . . Yes.

Things were… suspicious, to say the very least. They sounded and acted very anxious and cautious. Even though they acted completely different when we chatted. Well, I decided to go in, since it would be rude and strange to just say “Nah, I actually decided to go back home. I don’t want to have a roommate anymore, hope you enjoy the house.” Well, we decided to sit in the kitchen to chat a little more.

Sooo, what were you gonna do before we bumped into each other?

Oh. Um- I was gonna go shopping for, for, food!

Oh, shouldn’t we get some food immediately? I got some food, but it’s barley enough for one meal, we should go.

No. I’m fine. We should help pack before relaxing.

Um- ok? But eating really isn’t relax-wait are you drooling?

O-ah-no! I-it’s just, uh…

Ok, we really need to get some fo-wait is your stomach growling? It’s really loud.

. . .

We REALLY need to get food for you-

Suddenly everything went dark and wet, but only my head. I was very, VERY, confused. I tried reasoning with myself on how and where I am, then tried to call Alex for help, but they didn’t respond. Then I started feeling more of my body getting, moist? Wet? Something like that. And I was slowly going, down? This was also when something grabbed my arms and pinned them next to the rest of by body, I immediately flinched and momentarily broke free, but the hand-things also as quickly put my arms back in their original spot. I assumed that I should probably keep the arms where the grips are since; they weren’t moving when they pinned my arms so it wasn’t some sort of crazy bug, and the hand-things aren’t digging into my skin and hurting me, so, I did nothing.

After my hands fully went in the “tunnel” the hands moved to my legs. After that, I decided to wriggle a little bit to see how tight the “damp tunnel” was, and right before I was about to test how tight the tunnel was, my head popped out of a bigger area. I decided to just “relax” until the rest of my body falls into this “place”. the only other thing that happened was interesting was, before my feet went in, the hands paused, and then took my shoes off before my feet and the rest of my legs quickly slid down and hitting me, it kinda hurt.

After all my body went in, I rearranged myself to get comfortable and wait to adjust my eyesight to see where I am. But after I rearranged myself I heard a big relieved but a touch dramatic “siiiggghhh”. Then a little bit of shaking in the “room” and then my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and the only thing I could describe it is, I guess those videos where the characters would go inside the human body? Idk, but then, I heard Alex’s voice talking to me.

Ahhh… sorry Xavier for the bad first impression, I was just too hungry, And you looked uh, delicious. So, I just HAD to eat you, and-

Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait, why are you describing me as “delicious”, and WHAT do you mean by “eating me”. And WHERE AM I??

Then after a few seconds, I guess Alex lied down quickly, and I had to rearrange myself all over again.

Ahh… sorry, I had to lay down, standing up with some takes too much energy for me y’know? And, do you not know what vore is? Hehe… you’re this old and don’t know what vore is, that’s basically impossible.

First off, ouch. Second off, I don’t think I’ve actually experienced vore in real life. well, I think I heard it at a party, but I was too drunk to really comprehend what was going on, so I don’t really count that… but I’ve read stories about it so I kinda know about it, I know the like, basic lingo of it, but I’ve never actually SEEN it happen. I mean, I grew up in a private- Wait-wait-wait-wait, we are getting off topic. I’m guessing that since you’re telling me that you ate me, So, you’re also telling me that I’m in YOUR stomach? Why?

Eh, I got that “Pred Hunger” y’know? I was thinking to fill myself with the food I got, but didn’t want to eat all the food, so I held off. Then I thought maybe grabbing a prey and eat them to satisfy my hunger, but then you would see me with a belly, and that would be weird… I was gonna get some meat to hold me off until I can get a prey without you, seeing it. And then I bumped into you when I was gonna head out, and… my stomach basically took over.

Oh, um… ok… so… are you gonna let me out anytime soon..?

Eh, maybe, I’m getting a liiittle tired after eating you, so I might go to sleep.

Oh, that probably means I’m dying, isn’t that basically code for you killing me in vore? (Well, I think that’s what that means.) Should I call my friends or something? To say my goodbyes? Or maybe the police? (What even are the laws of eating people though?? Is this legal??)

Oh no-no-no-no-no, I could never. My stomach acid either won’t work, or it’ll digest you, and respawn… somewhere… and you don’t really have your phone, it’s still on the counter.

Oh… well I should probably relax then.

Ok, hehe, I’m gonna go and sleep on the couch. Good night-I mean, good afternoon.

Um… ok, I guess good night too?

There was no response, and after a-few seconds, I heard snoring. “They really went to sleep that quickly??” I thought, after a-few seconds of disbelief, I decided to try and go to sleep too rather than finding out what stomach acid feels like. It was abnormally really easy to fall asleep, only a-few seconds until I lost consciousness.

It’s been, a little over a month since I’ve arrived at this new house, and it’s been surprisingly great! Despite what happened that day. Me and Alex are basically best friends at this point, I’ve been trying to get used to a pred living with me, the first few times of them having a sqirming stomach when I get back from work, or being asked to be their meal for a day were weird, but eventually I got used to it.

I’m glad that I got a roommate like them.