#would shake my head and make em click

[bosspigeon]

can't help it i saw that wyll and gale art and im just thinking of wyll getting bored and giving gale fuckin corn rows just because and its the funniest shit 😭

[starkeymeow]

plot ── after you undergo a procedure to erase rafe from your memory, rafe, devastated by the realization, decides to do the same, only to find himself fighting to hold onto the love you shared, proving that some connections can never truly be forgotten.

content ── another fucking mini series bc i cant stop, rafes perspective, memory loss, emotional distress & heartbreak obvi, dysfunctional relationships, existential themes

authors note ── sorry guys ive been so busy w my new life that i have NOT touched tumblr in a good while. plus this semester is more demanding in terms of my workload ugh so im never writing anym its so lame

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rafe stares at the card, his fingers gripping the edges so tightly the paper starts to bend. his breath is slow, shallow, like his body is forgetting how to function properly. the words blur together, but it doesn’t matter. he’s already memorized them.

he lifts his gaze to his father. ward stands stiff, arms crossed, staring down at his shoes like he’s the one who’s been blindsided. like he’s the one who just had his entire world gutted out of him in a single fucking sentence.

there’s guilt in the way he exhales through his nose, in the way his jaw slides ever so slightly, but rafe doesn’t give him the chance to speak.

“this is real?” his voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loud will make it more true.

ward hesitates, then nods.

rafe lets out a short, breathless laugh, his chest rising sharply before sinking under the weight of it all. he shakes his head, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he looks down at the card again, like maybe this time the words will rearrange themselves into something less impossible.

“so, what?” he scoffs, wetness pricking at his eyes. “they just . . . deleted me? like a fucking file on a computer?”

ward sighs. long, slow, through his nose. he knew this would be hard to explain.

“how many?” rafe asks. how many memories are gone now?

his father doesn’t answer right away. his jaw shifts, gaze dropping to the floor like he doesn’t want to say it. or maybe he’s just trying to soften the blow of something that can’t be softened.

when he finally speaks, his voice is careful. deliberate. “all of ‘em, bud.”

rafe scoffs again, but it’s weaker this time, like his body is struggling to keep up with his disbelief. he smiles, but it’s the kind that only comes when someone is trying not to fall apart.

“no . . . no. she didn’t. she wouldn’t do that.” he shakes his head again, faster this time. “that’s not even a fucking thing— i mean, erasing someone from your mind? since when did we have the tech for that bullshit? that didn’t happen.”

he throws the card onto the table like it burns to hold it any longer. gets up so fast his chair scrapes loudly against the floor. his chest is rising and falling too quickly, hands threading behind his head as he paces across the kitchen, back and forth, back and forth, his fingers digging into his scalp.

ward doesn’t stop him. he just watches, his own grief settling deep in his expression. and maybe it’s not the same kind of grief. maybe it’s not the gut-wrenching, all-consuming, ‘i’ve lost the love of my life kind’, but it’s still there.

because he’s seen lucuna inc. before, out near the edge of the island, where no one really looks unless they’re desperate enough to. he’s seen it and he’s hoped no one he loves would ever consider walking through its doors.

but you did. a girl who once sat at his dinner table, who used to laugh with his family, who was supposed to be his daughter-in-law one day.

was rafe really that bad? bad enough to make you want to erase him?

rafe stops pacing so suddenly it’s like something clicks into place inside him. he turns, slipping out of the kitchen without another word. his father calls after him, but he doesn’t listen. his hands move on their own, grabbing his keys from the hook by the front door, pushing outside, stepping into the thick outer banks air like he’s coming up for air after drowning.

he doesn’t know where he’s going.

apparently, he can’t go to you.

but he’ll do something.

a/n: just the short little prologue so def let me know if ud like to be tagged for this one!

[hotchner-edu]

The Bet | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: The team bets Aaron that he won't be able to find himself a date for Dave's annual summer barbecue. Little do they know, he's already got his eye on you.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!BAU!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Hotch being perfect

It's half past ten, the smell of paper and brewing coffee permeates through the bullpen, and your eyes were narrowed at the small little circle surrounding Emily's desk.

"Okay, I'll bite. What are we talking about?" You finally lean over to ask, rolling your eyes fondly when Derek flashes a mischievous grin at you. He had been giving you numerous glances over the past ten minutes to try and draw your attention, possessing the giddiness and subtly of a puppy.

"Rossi's barbecue is next week." Emily muses, a bright glint in her eyes.

You nod slowly and cautiously, not sure what you were walking into. "Right..." you drag the word out a bit. "And? What are you planning? You only have that kind of smile when you're up to something, Em."

"Well, Rossi's making plus one's mandatory this year." Derek says with a sly grin, crossing his arms as he leans back against Emily's desk.

You raise your eyebrows and glance to Spencer. "Oh? And we're all in agreement with this new rule?"

"I believe Rossi's exact words were 'you people need to get out more,' so..." Emily laughs softly, shrugging as if his words had become law.

Spencer frowns a little and nods. "He also said that it would be good to bring someone we actually like and know because 'a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man.'"

"Did Rossi really just quote the fucking Godfather at us." You deadpan and glance over to Emily who raises her hands up and shrugs again. "Okay, fine. Now I'm a bit scared to ask, but why are you guys laughing?"

Derek smiles brightly before answering with an amused tone. "Because this means Hotch has to bring a date too. Rossi's already made a bet with him that he won't be able to find a date, and we're all getting in on the action too. Losers owe a hundred each."

"Wow, Rossi's not wasting any time. So, what did you guys bet on?" You ask with a near unimpressed tone and raise an eyebrow.

Spencer glances between the three of you guys before giving you the Sparknotes version. "Well, the three of us are betting with Rossi. Penelope's still deciding, and we haven't gotten to JJ yet."

"Well, I'll bet you twenty that JJ decides to sit out on this. I mean, guys, please, are you all really convinced that Aaron Hotchner of all people can't score himself a date?" You raise your eyebrows, unimpressed by the wit of your three friends.

You have to refrain from speaking further, knowing it'd turn into a spiel of how attractive you thought your unit chief was. Plus, you weren't trying to deal with them profiling the HR nightmare-sized crush you harbored for Aaron.

"You're going against the grain, sweetheart?" Derek chuckles, lips tugged into an excited grin.

Emily shakes her head and interjects. "Okay, but there's no way he's going to be able to get a date before the party. He was hand delivered like two weeks worth of paperwork this morning."

"It's Hotch. He's full of surprises." You grin, glancing around the bustling bullpen. "And anyway, you guys already have dates?"

Derek clicks his tongue and nods with a pleased smirk. "Yep. You guys remember Savannah, right?"

"Oh yeah, I like her." Emily chimes in before groaning and leaning back in her chair. "Ugh, I don't know if my guy is going to be busy."

You shake your head and smile, teasing her with a sympathetic tone. "Well, if he has any sense, he'll drop whatever he's doing to come with you."

Emily flashes a grin at you, silently telling you that she'd talk to you later about outfit details. Spencer is lost in thought for a second before you see him frowning.

"Spence?" You ask slowly, tilting your head.

He hesitates for a moment before looking at the three of you. "Do you guys think Rossi will let me in without a date?"

"No." Rossi's voice suddenly rings out as he walks by, blowing on his steaming coffee to hide his grin as he beelines to his office.

Derek snickers and claps his hand over Spencer's shoulder. "There's your answer, kid."

Later that day, you're hunched over your desk and nursing your headache with a cup of tea as you read through some reports. Just as you were about to reread the paragraph you zoned out on, you hear your name being called.

Raising your head up and blinking away the blobs swimming across your vision, you see Aaron standing in front of his office door, hands on the railing as he eyes you. "My office."

Standing up slowly, you feel your muscles aching as you stretch a bit. When you've made your way into Aaron's office, you see him leaning back against his desk, arms crossed.

"Yes, sir?" You ask and slowly come to a stop in the middle of his office.

"You've heard about Dave's party next Saturday, yes?" He asks lowly, eyebrows drawn together.

Nodding in confusion, you wait for him to continue.

"And his terms for the night?"

"Uhm, yes, I have. Is this about the bet being made, sir?" You prod gently, wanting to know if he was trying to sleuth out who was betting what.

"Yes." He answers with an unyielding gaze, looking unsure of himself for a moment. "I was wondering if you had someone you were going to bring."

"Oh." You blush a little and smile smally. "No... A lot of us are still trying to find dates."

Aaron huffs in amusement and nods. "Yeah, Dave's really stepping on our necks this year."

"He just wants an excuse to cook more, I'm sure." You chuckle softly.

"It wouldn't be the first time..." He smiles before clearing his throat and straightening up again. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me that evening as my plus one." He says, looking at you gently.

It feels like the wind is being knocked out of you as you stare at him owlishly. "Me?" You ask dumbly.

"Yes, it's okay if you would prefer not to though, I know this is very sudden." He reassures you.

Blinking rapidly, you see the slightest bit of pink creeping across his ears. "Oh, no, I would love to be your date for the party." You answer quickly, not wanting to let the opportunity slip through your fingers.

"Really?" He says with a bit of relief, the stress immediately dissipating from his face.

You nod and smile shyly, fiddling with your fingers. "Yes. I'm happy that you thought of me."

Aaron nods back and tries to compose himself a bit. "Of course... and I'm happy that you agreed."

Grinning softly at him, you chuckle a bit. "Well, I'll call you this weekend so we can settle the details, if that's okay..."

"That's perfect." He answers quickly, his eyes warm and filled with an indistinguishable emotion.

"Great! Well, I'll, uh, leave you to it then." You slowly back out of the room, shooting him a reassuring smile and fleeing back to your desk in disbelief.

When the night of Rossi's party finally turns up, you're anxiously pacing around your apartment, checking your outfit for the fifth time. Aaron had insisted on picking you up, ever the gentleman.

Time trickles by slowly, and when you finally hear a gentle knock on your door, you're practically flying toward it. Checking the peephole for a split second, you swing the door open and your eyes immediately dart down to the bouquet of roses in Aaron's hand.

"Oh!" You sputter out in shock, taking a moment to gather yourself. "Wow, they're beautiful. Thank you..." Blushing brightly, you smile as he hands you the bouquet.

"You look beautiful." He speaks gently, but his gaze is intense as he takes you in.

"Thank you. You look amazing..." It's clear that you're a bit flustered as you hurry to quickly put the roses in a vase, eyes continuing to flicker to his figure in your doorway.

He was in a black button up that hugged his arms and torso in ways that had you almost faceplanting with every step.

You're amazed that you manage to make it down to where his car is parked without your knees giving out as his hand ghosts over the small of your back the entire trek there.

He opens the passenger door for you and waits for you to get in before gently closing the door. It was driving you up the wall how gentle and warm he was being, and you almost wanted this to be a real date.

As he drives you both to Rossi's mansion, you speak softly to him, trying to ignore the way he steers with one hand on the wheel.

"Spencer texted me yesterday. He's bringing a girl he met at a coffee shop." You smile softly, meeting Aaron's gaze as he rolls to a stop at a red light.

"Really? That's good." He responds quietly, smiling fondly at the mention of Spencer.

"I know. He was worried about it all week, but I don't think he realizes how many women are attracted to him." You chuckle softly, nodding subtly toward the windshield as the stoplight turns green.

Aaron nods and grows quiet. A few minutes of silence pass before he speaks up, voice laden with nerves. "I'm grateful that Dave made the bet."

"Really?" You respond in surprise, wondering if it was because he was going to be a couple hundred dollars richer by the end of the night.

"Yes because it gave me the push I needed to finally ask you out."

Your lips part a bit at his words, butterflies swinging around your stomach and buzzing to the tips of your fingers. "Aaron?"

"I don't want tonight to continue with the pretense that I only asked you out to win the bet." His voice is mellow and growing more confident by the syllable, eyes occasionally flitting to yours as he drives on the highway. "I've admired you for a long time as an agent and a friend... and it didn't take long for that to turn into something more for me."

"Why are you telling me this now?" You muster up the courage to ask, leaning a bit closer to the center console between your seats.

"Because I realized these feelings were only growing everyday I saw you. Even if it's selfish, I want to be honest with you." He braves another glance at you.

You let out a heavy breath full of relief as you smile brightly at him, the setting sun casting a glowing pool of pinks and oranges across your beaming face. "I like you too, Aaron. I have for a long time as well."

Aaron's free hand reaches for your hand, and you happily let him tangle his fingers with yours. It was clear that nothing more needed to be said between you both, the connection between your hearts growing stronger with every ounce of relief and adrenaline that filled you both.

The feeling of his calloused hand in yours keeps a buzzing warmth coursing through your body for the rest of the drive.

When you pull up to Rossi's opulent house, neither of you notice the curtains of the window by the front door moving as your team take turns peeking outside when they realize Aaron's car has arrived.

Aaron walks with you to the front door with his arm around your waist, a bright glint in his gaze as he's radiating unadulterated joy.

Neither of you even pretend to be sheepish when the door swings open and Penelope's squeals meet your ears, everyone piecing together the puzzle when they see Aaron holding you close.

"We were starting to think you both got lost." Rossi's voice rings out as he chuckles and beckons you both in, looking at Aaron with an impressed smirk.

"Thanks for having us, Dave." Aaron grins, squeezing your waist before loosening his hold to let Penelope tackle you in a hug, Emily and JJ's enthusiastic questions not far behind.

"When did that happen?" Emily gapes, excitedly poking your side and raising her eyebrows.

You hug JJ and answer her from over JJ's shoulder. "The day you all made the bet. I told you guys that Aaron's full of surprises."

"Remind me to never bet against you in the future. Well, someone get Derek over here." Emily shakes her head in disbelief as you all slowly migrate toward the kitchen.

Aaron's hand finds yours again as you triumphantly smile, "Oh right, I hope you all brought your wallets! It's time to pay up."

"My man!" Derek's voice echoes around the house as he emerges from the wine cellar, beaming at Aaron. "Where's your date?" He asks, clearly unaware of the proximity between you and Aaron.

Aaron holds up your joined hands and chuckles. "I think this means I win?"

Morgan nearly drops the bottle of wine in his grip as he swivels his head for a double take at you both.

Rossi leaps toward Morgan, arms extended forward as panic seeps into his eyes. "Careful! That's 1860 Madeira!"

Morgan groans and lets Rossi wrestle the bottle from his grip. "Will you ever let us win at something, man?"

Aaron's chest rumbles with a chuckle as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb and shakes his head in amusement. "Not a chance."

[kouzih]

Freak. (pt2)

Nam-gyu ( Player 124 ) x gn!reader .ᐟ

warnings : insulting, spitting/saliva/drooling, biting, fingering, smut obviously, there's probably more but i'm too lazy to write 'em all..

tags,, @gongyoosgf , @dolion87

(cheers y'all!! 🥂) no proofread sorry, might have typos :(

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ You woke up with a headache, you hadn't been able to sleep for half the night anyway. Most people were still asleep, a good thing. You didn't see any reason to get out of your bed, your foot would naturally follow his path. Thinking back to the last night, you realize that your cheeks are starting to warm up. It's as if your sleep hasn't affected your recovery that much. But you can't get anything done by sleeping any more, so you figured you could use the bathroom.

You rubbed your eyes as you lazily threw your sheets aside, trying to walk down the metal stairs as quietly as you could so as not to wake the others. When you're at the bottom of the stairs, you arch your back to stretch. Causing a tiny whimper to come out of your mouth. You looked around to see if anyone else would stand up and go to the bathroom, but it looked like you would be the only one. At least there won't be anyone to bother you. As you make your way inside, you realize that there is no one. As you slowly close your door, you feel another hand holding, causing you to lighten your grip.

"Oh- sorry. I didn't think anyone would come." You mumbled, turning your head towards the sink in front of you. You turned on the tap,leaned over and let the cold water hit your face, hoping it would wake you up. But you couldn't hear any footsteps... except the sound of the door closing again. When you looked from the edge of the mirror, you saw Nam-gyu walking with a jumping gait, his head imitating the rhythm. You felt your body suddenly freeze there, your hands supporting themselves on the edges of the sink as water beads fell down from your face, the wet ends of your hair sticking to your face.

You heard him click his tongue, his head tilting slightly to the left side as he tucked the hair behind his ear. "You're soaked for me huh?" You squint your eyes and adjust your position so that you can see him more easily. Your eyes didn't stop watching him in the mirror as his steps approached behind you, his expression was indecipherable. Before you could open your mouth, he gave a breathy chuckle. "Don't even use your words to waste my time," One of his hands moves towards your elbow and slowly caresses it until it reaches your hand. "After last night, you didn't oven come to thank me.." The ends of his hair brushed behind your ear, making you feel smaller underneath him. "Not gonna lie, I'm hurt."

He was looking at you from the mirror and making eye contact, you felt your eyes tremble. One of his hands was lifting your cardigan up, allowing him to touch your bare skin. You wanted to turn your face to him but he didn't let you. Pressing his chest against your back, he dug his nails into your waist hard enough to make you hiss. "Nuh-uh..what do you think you're doing?" He rested his face on your shoulder, his eyes were examining your body in the mirror. His knee caressed the side of your leg, a breathless moan escaping your lips as you made room for him to reach your neck. Your eyes went to the corner of the mirror, the pinkness on your face making the man on top of you enjoy it even more.

As soon as the grip on your hand momentarily left, your eyes began searching for his hand. Only to realize he began playing with the zipper on the top of your cardigan. His hands shake the small metal lightly but his eyes weren't measuring your reaction, it was like he was busy with something else on his mind.. A barely audible sigh and your murmur cause him to lift his head. Caressing the top of his fingers, you lower the zipper, lazily brushing the fabric and hair around your neck back, revealing bare skin.

"You better be quick.."

"Relax, bitch." One finger went under your chin while the other wrapped around your throat. "You won't even realize how time passed."

You closed your eyes tightly, silently begging him to leave you alive. The hand that grips your bare skin slides up and down with such force that it touches the bones of your ribcage. He tilts your head even further to the side, forcing you to hold a very uncomfortable position. Nam-gyu's warm breath against your skin as he inhales your scent causes your body to shiver. His grip keeps you standing as your hands slip from the sink due to stress. His tongue tastes your neck, and the feeling of a few bites makes you part your lips. "M-mhm.." You couldn’t hold back your breathless moans anymore, noticing that your voice was rising Nam-gyu increased the pressure on his knee and mumbles something under his breath, but you were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t hear it at all. He starts to press his chest harder as he sucks on your neck, you could swear you felt a bone in your back.

The moment you opened your eyes, you heard Nam-gyu let out a loud moan. Definitely not loud enough to reach others. He insults himself under his breath as he removes his hand from your chin. A few drops of sweat run down the corners of your chin due to overwhelm, and you have a chance to swallow as you forcefully hold back your tears. Nam-gyu's hand goes to his own mouth, wrapping his fingers tightly around it so that his voice cannot be heard. Even if you try to fix your position, all you could was letting your forehead hit the mirror. Nam-gyu, on the other hand, took his hand out from under your t-shirt and started to move downwards.

The moment you realized that he was going to do what was on your mind, you quickly tried to lift yourself up by leaning one hand on the mirror, but when you felt a finger inside you, you could only cover your mouth and let out a muffled moan. "Y-you cant just..mhm.." Without warning you, he added a second finger, curving his fingers inside you. "Thought you wanted me to be quick..bitch." Nam-gyu takes his hand off his mouth and grabs your waist, suddenly pulling your body. The fact that you look like you're falling apart just by his touch makes him even more turned on. Hissing at you between breaths, he twirls his fingers inside you in a way that almost makes you faint.

Just a few seconds before reaching heaven, Nam-gyu pulls his fingers out while sucking on his teeth. "Don't think I'll let you finish that easily. Not before you beg me." Before you could even answer him, you lose your balance and try to hold on to him. But you only cause him to fall onto his back. You try to support yourself with your hands, your head hitting his shoulder. "Motherfucker..are you being serious." Nam-gyu moves into a sitting position as he rub his head, you still feel his hardness underneath you since you’re sitting on his lap. Your eyes drift to a pill that has fallen from the side of his pocket, and as you furrow your eyebrows, you see his hand quickly grab the pill from the side.

"Don't even try." He spits in your face before you can open your mouth as he glares at you angrily, causing your head to shake slightly. "Your ass ain't deserve this reward. Useless.." After letting out an irritated breath, you reach for the hem of your cardigan to wipe your face, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist. Nam-gyu pulls your hand down as he looks at you from below, one eyebrow raised. Throwing his head back he rolls his eyes, throwing your wrist aside. "..Fuck, you won't let me cum, will ya?" As he chews his cheek, he remembers the pill in his hand. "..Good thing you're good at being a slut." Nam-gyu changes his position slightly so that he can place one leg behind you, placing your hands on his shoulders as your confused expression follows his movements. After placing the pill on the tip of your tongue, Nam-gyu opens his mouth slightly and tilts his head up slightly, a signal for you to suck on it.

After swallowing, your grip on his shoulders tightens, and you pin your knees to the sides of his waist. As you were about to taste his lips, he allows the pill to slide off into his mouth and pushes your head tightly against his lips from the back. You respond to his push beneath his muddled moans, one hand gripping his hair as you tilt your head to the side to have more access. Even though you keep your eyes tightly shut, Nam-gyu watches you with his eyes half-open. You could swear he was smiling into the kiss. As his tongue conquers yours, you suck into his tongue. A few pieces of the broken pill pass right into your mouth. Nam-gyu smothers you with sloppy kisses without even letting you swallow before he pulls his head back for a few seconds. A small chuckle falling from his lips as he licks his lips. He uses his free hand to lean himself against the door of the nearest stall as he watches you swallow, each other’s hot breaths hitting your faces.

The slightly wet, pulsating bone between your legs makes you tilt your head down. You couldn't figure out what your next move should be as he looked at you with a passionate gaze that you couldn't read. "Hah..nevermind." You suddenly crash onto his lips after his eyes glanced to the side, towards the door. Making him gasp and let out a shaky breath, you caused him to hit his head on the stall's door. You pull away for breath after a long kissing session, your lips parted as his saliva drools into yours.

Noticing the tense expression on your face, Nam-gyu pushes you back, leaning his head against the door behind him and taking deep breaths. A toothy smile forms on his face as he lets both hands fall to his sides. "Fucking hell.." As his eyes drift downward, a loud voice catches both of your attention.

"Nam-suuuu!! Where are you bro!?" As you look at him with wide eyes, he quickly pulls you to your feet with him. Nam-gyu opens the door behind him and pushes you in. You hear the sound of clothes crinkling as he clears his throat. He quickly turns on the water and lets it hit his face. You hear him taking heavy breaths as you put both hands on your mouth to try to control your breathing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.." Nam-gyu, who was surprised when the door opened, lefts a nervous chuckle.

"Hey."

"The fuck happened bro..look at you man!" You witnessed their footsteps and conversation for a few minutes. Nam-gyu, who had lied about the water suddenly exploding in his face, cleared his throat before leaving. You let out a shaky breath, leaning your hands on the door behind you. "If I see that guy one more time..I swear to god-" You opened the door slowly, brushing the hair that was stuck to your face, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

He really did tore you apart.

Fuck.

[achilles-rage]

What’s Good for You

summary: when your cat gets stuck up a tree, you have to call 9-1-1, which leads you to meet a very handsome firefighter.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: idk where this came from, i just wrote it in an hour lol. it started with thinking about how humiliating it would be to have to call 911 about your cat stuck up a tree, and this is what happened. enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” you hear from your phone speaker as you pace around your living room. You’re biting at the skin of your thumb as your eyes dart towards your balcony window, and then you look down at the phone, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Hi. My cat is, um,” you begin, clearing your throat as you feel embarrassment filling your belly and making your cheeks heat up, “stuck in a tree.” you finish, mumbling. 

You feel so stupid right now, but you’re not sure what else to do. You can see the small ball of fur from your spot in the living room, a black speck perched on the branch furthest from your balcony, as if taunting you.

“Sorry, what?” the woman asks. You tilt your head back with a louder sigh, closing your eyes as you gather what’s left of your dignity before you speak up.

“My cat is stuck in a tree.” you tell her again, spacing out the words and letting them hang in the air around you while resisting the urge to hang up the phone and go buy a ladder yourself.

“Did you try to get it down?” she asks after a moment, and you can tell she’s trying to hold back a laugh. She’s most definitely smiling, you can hear it in her voice, and if you had gotten this call, you would be too.

“She’s, like, really high up there.” you mutter, walking out onto your balcony and looking down towards the sidewalk below. Well, at least she hasn’t fallen, you think.

“How high?” 

“Well, I live on the sixth floor, and she ran onto the balcony when I opened the door and jumped into the tree beside it. She’s on the other side of the tree now, right out on the far branch, so I can’t reach her.” you explain. It feels like you’re digging a bigger hole for yourself as you speak. She probably thinks you’re stupid, or at the very least, a bad pet owner. 

“I’m so sorry, this is definitely not an emergency, I shouldn’t have called.” you suddenly add on, ready to hang up the phone and never dial the number ever again.

“No, that’s okay, don’t hang up. It’s better you call us instead of climbing the tree yourself and falling. I’m Maddie. We’re gonna get your cat without someone getting hurt. Now, what’s your name?” Maddie tells you, and you stop your hovering thumb from clicking the end call button.

“Okay, okay.” you mumble, then begin to give her all your information.

You watch your cat, and try to call her a few times, and finally, a firetruck appears below your apartment. You haphazardly put on some shoes before going down to the main floor to meet the firefighters, thanking Maddie and hanging up the phone on the way down.

“Is this your cat?” a man with a captain patch on his uniform asks when you approach them. 

You nod, a sheepish smile on your face as you look up to see your cat, now looking extremely small from her high spot in the tree. It’s now that dread fills your belly. You’ve had your cat for years, and she helped you immensely when you first moved to LA and didn’t have any friends, so now that the initial embarrassment has worn off, all you can feel is fear.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry. I opened my balcony for, like, one second to water my plants, and she-” you try to explain, but the captain just shakes his head with a smile on his face, giving you a comforting pat on the back.

“Don’t worry about it. We answer these kinds of calls more than you’d think. We’ll get ‘em down.” he reassures you. 

You give him a small smile, and stand back with him while he tells one of the other men to control the ladder while another goes up.

You don’t miss how attractive the man going up the ladder is; curly hair and bright blue eyes. He looks strong, and kind, but you try not to think about it as you watch him climb the ladder, getting closer to your cat.

You inhale a sharp breath when the firefighter finally gets up to your cat, hearing the quiet, distinct sound of her hiss as he grabs onto her. Your brows knit together in confusion, however, when you see how easily the man is able to come down the ladder a second later; your cat happily perched in his arm.

You take your cat gratefully once he’s down, a grin on your face as you clutch her to your chest and finally make eye contact with the firefighter who saved her, but not after he takes a brief moment to check you out. He’s pulled in by your curves immediately; your soft belly and your thick thighs, but he also thinks you have the nicest smile he’s ever seen.

“Thank you so much for saving her.” you say as you look into his eyes, feeling yourself getting lost in the prettiest blue you think you’ve ever seen. 

You feel underdressed; wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized long sleeve tee for your day off of work. You were planning on lounging around the house, but apparently, the universe had other plans.

Buck’s smile turns to a smirk when he notices the way your face changes, feeling his chest swell with pride. He’s used to being thanked while doing his job, but it’s not as often he’s thanked by someone as pretty as you.

“No problem. She’s sweet.” he replies, reaching out and rubbing the spot between your cat’s ear, causing her to purr loudly and rub against his hand.

“Yeah? She usually hates men.” you tell him with a shrug. 

A small laugh escapes your lips as you both look down and watch your cat being so friendly with him. You’ve only ever seen her like this with you and your close girlfriends.

“Really?” he asks in slight disbelief, eyes raising back up to meet yours. 

You nod, laughing again. It’s like she knows that he’s there to help, or, she can sense that you’re extremely attracted to him and is turning on her charm. You’ve seen it before; she’s extremely good at suckering you into giving her more treats than she needs.

“Yeah, she hated my ex, even after a year of us dating.” you tell him, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as soon as the words fall from your lips. Why did you just bring up your shitty ex-boyfriend to this handsome, muscular stranger?

“Guess she knows what’s good for you. That’s why he’s your ex.” he reasons with a smirk. You begin to nod, looking down as your cat leans into his hand, but when you look up and see the way his lips are quirked up on one side, you realize what he’s also alluding to. That he’s good for you.

“Yeah, I guess so.” you breathe out, suddenly finding it hard to find any words at all. 

You can’t believe he’s flirting with you right now. You know you should be aware of his team surrounding you, no doubt listening to your conversation and able to see the dazed look on your face, but while looking up at him? Everything fades to the back of your mind except for him.

As he’s about to say something else, one of his teammates cuts him off. He’s glad, because he was about to completely ignore his rule about not dating people he meets on calls.

“Come on, lover boy, we gotta go! There’s a structural fire on third!” 

Both of your eyes widen, and you jump slightly in surprise as you look over at the shorter firefighter climbing into the firetruck. You can see the hint of a blush appear on the man’s face as you look back over to him, and he laughs awkwardly, raising a hand and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go. It was nice to meet you!” he tells you, taking a second to drag his eyes over your figure one last time before he’s gone, running to the truck.

“Yeah, you too.” you mumble to yourself, watching from your spot on the sidewalk as they drive away, lights and siren blaring.

You walk back up to your apartment in a slight daze, your cat clutched tightly to your chest until you’re finally inside and the front and balcony doors are closed. You throw yourself down onto the couch, unable to stop thinking about the handsome firefighter. 

You run your hand along your cat's back as she jumps up onto your lap and makes herself comfortable, still feeling butterflies swarming in your belly as you think of his kind smile and broad shoulders.

“You did your best, but I think I’m the one that fucked up here.” you tell your cat, laughing softly to yourself. She had acted as the perfect wingman, and you still couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You know you should’ve asked for his number, or at the very least, his name, but you were far too afraid. 

Maybe he was just being nice? Or maybe he has a girlfriend at home, and he likes to be flirty on the job. 

Either way, you still can’t stop thinking about him, and you desperately wish you could see him again.

It’s been a few days since Buck had met you, and he can’t help but think about you. He could tell that you were slightly embarrassed about your situation, but it just made you more endearing to him. You had a figure that had his mouth watering, and all your dips and curves on show in your outfit were teasing him as he tried to do his job. 

That’s how he found himself here, in the grocery store closest to your apartment, hoping he’d coincidentally run into you. 

He had to go to a specific store a little further from his house; it being the only one that sells a specific ingredient he needs for dinner tonight, and on his way home, he realized he forgot another ingredient for dinner.

He was a couple blocks from your apartment; it being in between his apartment and the store he needed to go to, so he decided to stop there rather than go to his usual grocery store. 

With his luck, you wouldn’t be there, but he thought he might as well try. It’s a perfect loophole to his work-dating rule.

As he wanders the aisles, not used to the layout of the store, he hears a voice apologize to someone behind him, and his eyes widen. He knows that voice, he heard it the other day, apologizing for calling him to get a cat from a tree.

He grins when he turns and his eyes set on you, now in a sundress, and looking fucking incredible.

“It’s you.” you mutter in disbelief, a smile growing on your face as you look up and see him standing right in front of you, directly in front of what you came to this aisle for.

“It’s you.” he repeats, letting his eyes trail down your figure. Your bare legs have him licking his lips, and when his eyes snap back up to meet yours, you finally tell him your name.

He lets your name roll around in his mouth, feeling the weight of it on his tongue and making him grin. Finally, a name to the pretty face.

“Buck.” he replies, and you repeat it quietly, nodding sheepishly. 

He can tell you want to speak, that the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you seem nervous, so he takes over.

“Do you wanna go out sometime?” 

Your lips part as you look up at him, surprised at his words. You had spent the last few days telling yourself that he probably didn’t want you in an attempt to force yourself to stop thinking about him, and you were beginning to believe it.

“Like, a date?” you ask, your brain now completely empty as you try to keep looking into his eyes. His attention focused solely on you has your heart pounding in your chest, and his gaze has you thinking more about what your hands are doing, and your facial expressions.

“Yes, a date. How about tonight? I can make you dinner.” he clarifies with a quiet chuckle. You’re fucking adorable, and he can’t get enough.

“Okay.” You’re not sure what else to say. It would be embarrassing if you did anything else to show him how excited you actually are on the inside. 

He smiles, nodding as he tilts his head to the side, admiring the way you reach up and fidget with your necklace. When you see that his eyes are trained on your hand, you drop it back down to your side, giving him a sheepish smile.

“I’ll pick you up at 7?” he asks with a smirk, and you nod quickly, trying to hide your surprise and excitement with a small, not-too-excited smile.

“Yeah, that works.” you reply, then take his phone as he hands it over to you. You put in your name and your number with shaky hands, then hand it back, eyes focused on how large his hands are in comparison to yours.The rest of the day after you say goodbye to him goes by quickly, and you wish it wouldn’t. You’re stressed enough for your date tonight, and no outfit you put on seems appropriate. All your worries fade at the end of the night though, when Buck pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling a quick “guess your cat does know what’s good for you” before his lips meet yours passionately.

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[stottlemorgan]

Takin' Care of Business / Modern Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Smut

Summary: You make your weekly call to Arthur during work. Tags: 18+, MDNI! Phone sex, masturbation both male and female, dirty talk, pure yummy sweet filth xo Word count: 1,487. Author’s Note: This was a request from a lovely Anon for my mini prompt writing sprint and... Well... As you can see... I got a litttttle carried away and it turned into a full fic. Love you x And if it's not obvious, Arthur is a mechanic. Ao3 Link. All photos above are sourced from Pinterest.

The trilling arpeggiation of Arthur’s cell phone brings forth a smirk to dance across his lips. He strides around the hydraulic lift, dodging the sharp corners with a couple swings of his hips before moving into his office and closing the door. He lifts the blind against the window and flips the open sign to closed, dropping the blind with a clang before turning around and landing in his chair with a grunt. Using his heels, he rolls his chair toward his desk and tugs his cell phone from his pocket, flipping it open and finally pressing answer.

“Darlin’.” He greets warmly, his nose scrunching as he itches the back of his head, his gaze wandering, imagining you.

“Afternoon to ya, handsome.” Your voice comes through exactly as he’d thought it would. Kittenish, roused. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, his mouth still curved and smirking as he unfastens the first two buttons of his coveralls.

“You looked at my schedule again, didn’chya?” He asks, reclining, the spine of the chair cracking with the pressure of his heavy back.

“I might’a done.” You reply. His eyes flutter shut at the slight quivering excitement in your breath after you speak and the click he hears soon after of you locking your office door. You’ve done this for a few weeks now. Torturing him at work. You spotted his schedule on the refrigerator one day and realised what you could do with the information. And so you’ve called him almost every Tuesday when his break is pencilled in and yours has happened to line up with it, and you reduce one another to sputtering messes before heading off for your respective lunches.

“I know I’m a little early.” You say as he focuses on the sound of you pulling blinds closed and then sinking into your chair.

“Mm– that don’t matter,” Arthur purrs into the receiver, tilting his head to pinch the flip phone between his jaw and shoulder and using his now free hand to assist the other in unbuttoning the rest of his coveralls, “what matters is what’ch you’re wearin’ ‘neath that pretty little skirt you skipped off in today.”

“Oh, you should know, you bought ‘em for me.”

Arthur sighs, indeed knowing, “Them pink, flowery ones?” He asks, his mind and body flooding warmly with the memory of presenting you with a gift of sheer, floral patterned lingerie. You make an affirmative sound, and he can hear the smile in it.

He huffs, “God, you look gorgeous in those.” Visions of your curves donning the delicate material bleed into the bronze hues behind his eyelids. The way you’d asked him to pull the panties up over your ass and clip the bra shut at your back before you left together for a date. And he can’t possibly forget the way you’d spread yourself beneath him when you got home, watching him slowly peel them from your soft body. He unbuttons his jeans, a wave of relief rippling through him as his hardening cock now fights only against his briefs.

“You did well pickin’ ‘em out.”

“I did.” His agreement comes out a touch breathless.

“You know my body so well,” he hears your breath shake a tad and some fabric shifting, presumably you hiking your skirt up. He swallows a groan down into a rasping hum.

“I do,” he murmurs, pushing his hips up and kneading at his throbbing erection through his briefs. The softest moan slips from you. Arthur hisses, baring his teeth at the visual of you, those sinful pink panties pulled to the side, circling the pads of your fingers against the tender tissue of your clit, “Let me undress you later, sweetheart, an’ give you a good night’s sleep.”

Your breathing deepens and he hears your body shift again, your mouth sounding closer to the receiver. Pleasure and affection bloom within his chest as he realises you’ve likely taken up the same position as him. Leaned back in your office chair, legs spread, touching yourself with your cell phone mushed between your cheek and shoulder. Shoving his briefs down until his cock springs upward, eager and glimmering at the tip, he coos at you lowly, a hint of moaning in his voice, “There’s them sweet noises. Make yourself feel good for me, darlin–” he gasps, taking himself in his hand and languidly stroking, his mouth dropping open as he runs his thumb over his cockhead on the upstroke.

You whimper, and when it breaks off into a gentle sigh, Arthur moans in return, knowing that you’ve pushed two fingers into the syrupy warmth he craves between your legs. He longs to feel your heat, and tries to mimic the pulse of your plush core with subtle squeezes of the ring formed with his middle and fourth finger. “Arthur…” You whine, accompanied by the frictious writhing of your skirt suit against your chair. Arthur’s pace quickens, and he blows out a tight breath, an itching pressure bundling at his seat. “Arthur,” you repeat, louder this time, and he growls at the rhythmic slick sounds from the phone speaker that overlay his own. “Please, Arthur, don’t stop–”

“Keep on, my girl, keep–” he cuts off with a moan. He hears you sink down further into your chair, your own movements roughening, your breaths climbing higher and higher.

“Fuck, darlin–”

“Yeah?” You barely manage the word, it comes out as a gasp.

“Yeah, God– Yeah–” a shudder rips up through his body until it almost chatters his teeth. His hips start to thrust into his hand, his breath labouring and his thighs spreading further. Sharp whimpers begin to push between your breaths and he hums with a lick of his lips, feeling just as close as you are. “I hear you, baby.” Arthur rasps, “I hear you, c’mon, there’s my girl– Fuck yourself real well, my–” He sucks in a harsh breath when he hears you cry out shakily as you come, the sound buzzing through and overwhelming the speaker of his cell phone.

Heavy panting soon follows from you, interspersed with small mewls as you ride out your orgasm. Arthur feels the familiar tautening of his balls and the gentle slur of your voice careens him over the edge, “That’s it, Arthur, baby– Oh, Arthur, yes, that’s it–”

Strangling out a moan, he spills thickly and hotly over his fist, gritting his teeth, his lashes fluttering drowsily as his eyes finally open. His chest heaves as he slows to languorously caress his softening cock, thinking of how you always do it, his fingers webbing together with his cum as it coagulates over his sweaty skin.

“Y’know,” Arthur swallows, “I could really get used to these little ‘appointments’ you got goin’.” He chuckles weakly, still catching his breath. He releases his now lax cock, rolling his chair over to the corner of the office to snatch a clean towel from the cabinet– a habit he hadn’t formed until you called that first Tuesday afternoon. You return a giggle of your own,

“Good, ‘cause I ain’t stoppin’ unless they write me up for slackin’ off.” He hears you open your desk drawer and pull out something crackly, most likely wipes to clean yourself up with. As he mops up his mess with one hand, he presses speaker phone with the other, placing his cell phone on the desk,

“You still wantin’ to go t’that bar ‘n’ grill on Ninth? We could go tonight, I can sign off early.” He hears the smile in your voice as you respond, and it makes him smile in turn.

“I’d love that, Arthur. I get off at about 7:30.”

“Gettin’ off twice in one day, hm?” He quips and you snort through the speaker,

“We’ve still got the rest of the day ahead of us, and y’know what they say– ‘third time’s a charm’.”

Arthur barks out a laugh, starting to rebutton his jeans and coveralls. After a moment, he stands, a little wobbly, and opens the office door. With a swift whip, he flings the towel into a hamper by the workstation before he adjusts his baseball cap and shuts himself in the office once again. He leans down toward his cell phone on the desk, talking into the receiver,

“That they do, darlin’. And I s’pose we can test it.”

“I’ll let you choose how.”

Arthur hums and just as his mind starts to wander once more, faint chatter through the door breaks his lustful focus. “Well, I can definitely think up a few ways. But right now, I have to clean up a little more and take care’a business. Then I can take care’a my sweetheart.” He quietly coos and you coo right back.

“Okay, baby. I’ll see you later.”

“Catch you later, sweetheart. Remember, keep that little suit o’yours on ‘til I get home. I wanna be the one t’take it off you.”

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[aerodynamicsainz]

Johnathon Price is a bear of a man. always keeping you in check when you spoke out of turn. always there to remind you who is in charge. always there to tongue fuck you as a reward for taking your punishment so well.

CW: spanking, pussy spanking, praise, cunnilingus, mention of aftercare

how did you get here? that is the only question that runs through your mind as another particularly hard slap reigns down on your already sore ass.

‘told you to count them princess,’ his gruff voice rings in your ear after a moment, his large hand rubbing over your red tinted cheeks.

‘start over.’ he grumbles, his hands gripping at your flesh, ‘count after each slap. i stop at fifteen. understood?’

you nod your head, tears tracking your cheeks as small broken whimpers leave your parted lips. he grins at this, at your mental torture, his hand coming down again.

‘one,’ you say, your voice shaking, ‘’m hurtin’ John.’

he chuckles, he actually chuckles, his hand coming down again, ‘if you’d have counted the first time we wouldn’t have to start over.’

‘two,’ you thrash away from his hand.

‘keep goin’ baby. count ‘em for me sweetheart.’

your body shudders against his thighs, the bulge in his pants glaringly obvious against your side. you feel it twitch whenever any noise passes your flushed lips.

‘three,’ your voice is a soft whine now, your ass searing hot as he lands another blow to the slightly swollen skin, ‘four.’

‘that’s it baby, doin’ so well. keep goin’.’

‘five, six,’ you all but cry, your voice borderline gone, your mind mushy, ‘John please.’

he doesn’t answer your muffled begging, his hand delivering three swift, yet hard, slaps.

your bottom lip trembles as you try to speak, tears blurring your vision, ‘seven. eight. nine.’

your words are said through gritted teeth, a sadistic grin on his face as your voice floats to his ears, ‘drop the attitude princess or the last six will be somewhere much more unpleasant, i promise you that.’

a choked sob makes it way out of your mouth, frustrated and sore, ‘i don’t have an attitude.’

he clicks his tongue at your words, shaking his head, ‘attitude.’ his voice is firm, stern even, as he lifts you from over his knee, sitting your sore ass directly onto his rough pants.

you hiss as your raw skin comes into contact with the fabric, tears falling from your face, your eyes screwed shut.

‘what did i say would happen if you gave me attitude?’ he asks, your chin between his fingers, ‘what did i promise, hm?’

at that moment you wish that John Price was a dishonest man, one who didn’t keep promises, one who let you get away with your attitude. unfortunately your husband was not that kind of man.

‘what did i say baby?’ his fingers tighten their grip, his muscles tense.

‘no more attitude or you’ll spank me somewhere more unpleasant,’ you recite his words back, keeping your eyes on his.

‘that’s right sweetheart, now are you going to behave and lay on the bed for me, hm?’ his tone taunts you, dares you to disobey, his eyes narrowed.

you don’t say anything, getting up as soon as he releases your chin from his grip and laying on your shared bed. he follows your movements with his eyes, standing at the side of the bed as he watches you intently. his pretty little wife.

‘legs spread,’ he commands, staring as you comply with his words, no resistance, ‘that’s my good girl.’

your pussy throbs at his praise, your ass stinging as it presses against the cool cotton sheet.

he stills for a moment, taking you in, almost giving in to his leaking cock and fucking you right there. however John Price isn’t the kind of man who lets his wife get away with disrespect. he slowly lowers himself on the bed, his head almost between your legs, all he had to do was push his head forward and he would smell the arousal that flowed out of your throbbing cunt.

‘your wet,’ he murmurs, not a taunt, just an observation as his finger comes down to trace the wet spot over your panties, ‘think i should give her some attention,’ he speaks but nothing registers in your mind, the touch of his fingers leaving jolts of pleasure up your body.

‘please,’ is all you can muster up, pushing your hips forward, his finger against your cunt applying more pressure as you let out a whimper of need.

‘punishments not over yet sweetheart,’ he taunts, pulling your panties off in one swift movement, your glistening pussy finally out in the open, ‘she’s so pretty,’ he praises, a sadistic smile on his face.

before you can say anything his hand comes in contact with your poor pussy, the sound of the slap ringing in your ears as you let out a sharp scream.

‘count baby,’ his eyes are on your face, watching the way it contorts.

‘ten,’ you continue, your breathing heavy and laboured.

he brings his hand up again, slamming it down onto your swollen clit, ‘eleven.’

‘good girl,’ he praises, swirling his thumb over your clit before delivering two more harsh slaps.

the tears gather in your eyes once more, falling silently as you throw your head back, ‘twelve. thirteen.’ your voice is rough, soft pants huffing out between parted lips, ‘please John, no more. i’ll be good, promise.’

‘you need to learn baby,’ his voice is like a soft hum, lulling you into a false sense of security as his hand meets your wet pussy once more, ‘need to be a good girl and count, m’kay?’ his hand comes down again, the tips of his fingers catching your clit, the bundle of nerves getting confused between pain and pleasure as you let out a strangled moan.

‘i can’t do any more,’ you hiccup, tears streaming down your face.

‘count baby,’ his demand is simple, only two words, leaving no room for debate, ‘just two more.’ another harsh slap.

‘fourteen.’

‘that’s my girl,’ he blows cold air onto your clit, your muscles contracting at the searing heat being contradicted with the cold air, ‘last one now.’

you prepare yourself for a slap, one that never comes, your eyes screwed shut, muscles tensed up.

‘open your eyes,’ he demands, ‘eyes on me baby.’ you will yourself to open your eyes, your bottom lip quivering subconsciously, ‘there’s my pretty girl,’ he smiles.

‘no more John,’ you beg softly, ‘please no more.’

he ignores you, his eyes set firm on your face, wanting to watch the way you scream when he delivers the final slap, the one that makes you jolt. he does it. he does it hard. your head flies back, fingers gripping at the sheets as you scream, he doesn’t even let you recover before his head is dipping down to suck on your clit.

he pulls away just as quick as he attached himself, ‘forgetting something baby?’ he teases, his lips back around the place you needed him most.

your hand flies to his hair, ‘fifteen. fifteen. thank you John, thank you,’ he grins against your cunt as the words leave your mouth in a loud moan.

his mouth opens, tongue licking down your slit, facial hair scratching you in the best way, ‘please John,’ you beg.

with that his tongue is in you, noisily slurping at your dripping cunt, his cock practically jumping at the taste as he humps at the bed.

John was great at eating pussy. he knew it. you knew it. the way his tongue flexed and expertly flicked had you begging hundreds of times over the years, the fact he could cum from pleasing you being the icing on the cake.

his arms wrap around your thighs, dragging you closer to him, his mouth making the most embarrassingly wet sounds as he eats your cunt, his eyes closed, savouring the taste.

‘fuck John, feels good, please- fuck,’ his hips move faster at your slurred praise, his hard cock physically straining in his pants as he fucks the bed.

he can feel your impending orgasm, the slight twitch in your thighs, the tightening of your hand in his hair, the way your moans managed to go six octaves higher, ‘gonna finish baby?’ he teases between your legs, his mouth not stopping their movements.

before you can even answer your orgasm rips through your body, your hips bucking wildly onto his tongue, your hand gripping his hair so tightly he hisses and cums in his pants.

your breathing is still heavy when he lays beside you, your eyes on the ceiling, ass and pussy sore, ‘’m hurting,’ you mumble to him.

‘how about i run us a bath?’ he whispers softly, pressing a kiss you your cheek, the smell of you still thick in his facial hair.

‘please.’

[kitkat13001]

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ modern!eren jaeger x reader

you begin to think that maybe it was a bad idea to bring eren to the amusement park when the small group of kids runs off with snotty noses and whining cries after losing to him at the squirt gun game. 

but you just laugh, turning to him and his smug smile. 

“eren, you could have at least given them a chance.”

eren shrugs, puffing his chest out. “i don’t see why, i kicked their asses.”

“they’re kids!” 

“tch, they’ll have plenty of time to win, they’re young. me, though, i gotta establish my dominance.”

he makes a ridiculous show of flexing his muscles as you burst into a giggle fit. both of you have forgotten the carnie standing behind you until he clears his throat. “which prize will you be taking, sir?”

eren flushes and clears his throat, trying to regain his bearings. 

“i’ll take, uh…” he glances over at you and sees you staring in awe at a giant teddy bear with a green bow-tie. “i’ll take that one. please. thanks.”

the carnie takes it off the hook and gives it to eren, returning to his place behind the counter. 

“i- oof!” it’s heavier than eren expected and while it’s not exactly a brick, it’s still rather large. “who the fuck made these things so heavy?”

he hauls the bear away awkwardly to free up the game for the next round of people, you trailing close behind. you’re still staring at the bear over eren’s shoulder. he glances back over at you and stops in his tracks, eyes roaming your face. 

the infuriatingly endearing curve of your mouth in a surprised ‘o’ and then quirking into an adorable smile. the way your eyes flutter shut from how wide your smile is, the slight lift of your shoulders like the happiness inside you manifested into a force that could lift you off your feet. 

“here.”

your eyes go big and your cheeks tinge pink as eren holds out the bear to you. you shake your head quickly. “what? no, i can’t…i mean, you won it.”

he scoffs and clicks his tongue. “what am i gonna do with it? here, you can add it to your fuckin’ collection. don’t even lie, i’ve seen ‘em on your bed. you don’t even try to hide them.”

your cheeks flush even more pink, along with the tips of your ears. you laugh bashfully. “yeah. i guess. but i really-“

“just take it already,” eren sighs, huffing like he’s irritated but really he’s just trying to cover up his blush. 

you hesitantly reach out as eren drops the bear into your arms. 

he laughs when the momentum of the large bear drags you down with it, nearly collapsing like a sack of flour. 

butterflies erupt in his stomach when you make a little ‘oof’ sound and try to regain your balance. eren chuckles and takes your hand in one of his own, the other reaching out to rescue to poor bear just inches away from the dirty floor. 

“c’mon, you klutz,” he snorts, helping you to your feet. “i’ll carry him for you, okay?”

you shake your head in a daze. “you say that like you didn’t buckle under it when you grabbed it first, too. but thanks.”

eren just hums, hoisting the bear onto his back and taking your hand, continuing to wander the park with you.

“what’re you gonna name him? don’tcha have a whole ritual and everything?”

you giggle. “i don’t know. what does he look like his name is?”

eren pretends to think it over, glancing back at the bear smiling pleasantly at him. 

“i think he looks like a ‘big pain in the ass’.”

“eren, stop it! you’re verbally abusing him,” you whine, but you’re laughing. “maybe i’ll name him armin. so he’s not mean, like you.”

“no freakin’ way you’re naming him after armin! did armin win this for you?”

“jesus, eren, just tell me to name my firstborn after you,” you snort, petting the stuffed bear between its ears. 

“you definitely should. i’ll even name my firstborn after you.”

you laugh, reaching a hand up to smack playfully at eren. “who would ever put up with you long enough to marry you?” 

eren catches your hand easily, intertwining your fingers and says nothing, instead smiling warmly down at you. 

you would, i hope. 

you take a seat on a bench, admiring the light from the sun sinking low to the horizon and washing the entire park in golden hues. 

“i would,” you state firmly, and eren turns to look at you in surprise, mortified that somehow you were able to read his mind. 

“huh?”

“i’d marry you,” you repeat matter-of-factly. “like if you were about to get deported, i’d marry you to keep you here. or if you had a secret uncle who left you a huge inheritance but you had to be married to get it, i’d do it. or like if we were in olden medieval times, if i had to have an arranged marriage, i’d pick you.”

eren just stares at you dumbfoundedly. “what the fuck?”

you were weird. he knew that. you’re prone to spout nonsense. it’s part of what he likes about you. in what scenario would eren be deported? he was born here. and what chance would he have of getting some huge inheritance from some relative he didn’t know? and how in the world would you ever end up in a medieval situation? but nonetheless his cheeks are still red and his heart is still beating fast. you’d pick him. he knew you didn’t explicitly mean that you’re romantically interested in him, but still, it made his heart jump in his chest to know that of everybody you knew (and that was a lot because you’re something of a social butterfly) you’d pick him. it didn���t matter for what, you would pick him. 

he smiles and you beam up at him. 

“i’d pick you too,” he hums, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. you giggle, nuzzling your head in his neck. 

it feels warm and just right, the way you fit into his arms. like maybe it was meant to be. 

[endereies]

PATCH UP - MS

No Nut November - Day 14

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Chris comes home after a bad deal and you take care of him

“What the fuck happened!”

The words left your mouth as soon as you noticed blood. The vibrancy stood out around his eyes as it slowly trickled down his forehead, an obvious cut just below his hair line. That wasn’t the worst of it. Several bruised knuckles were placed on each hand, the colour varying over the spectrum. It got to the point that you weren’t sure if it was just his own blood. Red patches were dotting his skin and when his hand clutched his stomach when he breathed too deeply, could you blame yourself for panicking.

“Baby, before yo-“ Too late.

“Chris. Are you okay? What happened? Who did this?” He had to grip your shoulders, his stern eyes watching yours shake and scatter over his injuries.

“I know. It looks bad… it was just a deal gone wrong.” He took a strong breath, trying to show his calmness but it only made his stomach flex tightly. “Is that meant to make me feel better.”

“Well… it was.” His arms remained tense on your arms, and you weren’t sure if it was to keep you calm or to keep him stable, either way he didn’t stop.

“Let me see.” You tone hardened when you saw his face contort in pain. “Chris.”

When he held eye contact with you, it was enough to weaken his revolve. You tried not to focus on the heavy panting and rather on his body, more specifically, his stomach. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping his arms as soon as they were free. Immediately, your spine hunched to get face to face with the injury. The skin was heavily discoloured and blemished to appear a undeniable red shade. It was bigger than most injuries you’ve seen him come home with, stretching from his ribs to v-line. Youd normally worship this skin and how it was blemished beyond belief.

“Fine, my ass.” Before he could deny anything, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the kitchen, glaring at the counter top that you wanted him to sit on.

Chris would normally deny anything and hide it behind a smile but when it was shoving itself directly in your eyesight, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

The first aid kit wasn’t far behind you. It slammed on the counter beside him, and you opened it to grab antiseptic. After dabbing it a few times on a cotton bud, Chris knew what was next. If he thought that the initial hit to the head hurt, that was nothing compared to this sting. A sharp intake of air barely hid a wince each time you moved it around his cut. It was swollen and warm to the touch, the open wound allowing the occasional drop of blood to seep through. You took this time to clean up that blood that had spilled past his eye.

It almost became a weekly habit of yours, cleaning his blood. Once the pain subsided, he always just let you work, no longer whining like a toddler anymore.

“You know I can take care of myself, right?” He scoffed at your behaviour before you silenced him with a hand on his chin. Your wrist flexed as you made him face you.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.”

“Not m’fault they hate price changes.” With a click of his tongue, it was easy to see that his feisty attitude was back. Not that you missed it. “I told ‘em prices were higher, and they threw a hissy fit.”

He seemed a little too proud of himself for causing a physical altercation, but your hard glare made him swallow his words. “Sorry.”

“You’re lucky I care about you, Chris. Or this would be another story.”

“Yeah, like my lil’ personal doctor, hm?” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, careful to not get blood over you. Your own resolve weakened at his action, and you leant into it.

“Mhm, your doctor is one way to put it.��

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[witherby]

yknow, i bet jj's had to really stay on top of his first-aid skills with how cavalier punchline is about injuring herself. like, joker isn't going to handle any of that, but someone will still need to pick glass out of her feet or set a bone in place. and i don't think jj would trust anyone else to do it

Extremely true! JJ's work with his custom first aid kit he cobbled together would blow professional EMTs out of the water.

Punchline and JJ: Health Screening

Masterlist is Here!

⚠️ This is a violence and injury-heavy series. Graphic descriptions of harm may apply. ⚠️

Getting access to you is near-impossible. Not only is Tim JJ refusing to allow himself to be separated from you for anything other than a bathroom break, nobody is even allowed to touch you without him threatening to throw a fit. It causes everyone tremendous headaches though they do their best not to show it.

JJ knows, though. He didn't come here willingly and that's everybody's problem. You're just happy to hang around your brother regardless of location.

When food is delivered, JJ always eats some first to make sure it isn't poisoned, something everyone has promised him time and time again they would never do, before giving you your portion.

When someone tries to visit and talk with them, JJ stands next to the door with his fists clenched and a thin, threatening smile on his face to dissuade them from entering.

When a health check is requested, JJ rattles off his and your most important conditions, allergies, and insists on the equipment being left behind so he can run the tests himself and report anything else back. That one causes some friction, but your brother is steadfast that you will not be poked and prodded by strangers.

"I can't even feel it, JJ," you huff, sitting on the floor while your brother is behind you on the bed and braiding your hair. The ends are in need of a trim, but getting any sharp object without sneaking out of the cell to steal one is impossible. "So what if they want some blood? I've lost more playing the handstand game with you."

"That's because you decided to do a handstand over a pile of broken glass."

"I had sparkly hands!!" You laugh. "They were so pretty!"

Your brother rolls his eyes but his smile is fond. "It took three hours to pick all the shards out. Just because you can do those things doesn't mean you should."

"Yeah yeah, I know..." You look down at your fingers, slightly crooked in some places and badly scarred in others. You don't tell JJ that sometimes feeling pretty overrides your desire to have a fully-functioning body. You aren't sure you need to; he's so perceptive sometimes you don't need to say anything at all for him to understand what you really want. You think that's part of the reason why he learned to style your hair.

"Alright. Twin braids, done and done!" JJ presses his hands on both sides of your head and gently shakes it. You bob around, laughing, and bat him away. "Me next. I want a fishtail braid alllll the way down to my butt."

"Your hair barely goes past your ears!"

"Drats. We gotta go rob a wig store sometime."

You turn to face him and hum, rocking side to side.

"JJ?"

"Yeah?" He answers.

"You're the best big brother ever," you tell him honestly. "I'd never want anybody else to be my family."

JJ grins and joins you on the floor, legs crossed, and rocks with you. "Me too."

You look away from him and click your feet. "Promise?"

"I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

JJ threads your fingers together and gently shakes them. "Pinky promise."

"No take backsies?"

"No take backsies. Never."

"...not even...for the bats and birds?"

JJ tugs on your hand to make you look at him. His expression is solemn and his tone is no-nonsense.

"I'd sooner kill 'em all than leave you alone, Punchline. They aren't gonna make me replace you, ever."

You feel a knot in your chest come undone and give your brother a tight squeeze, hiding your face in his shoulder. JJ squeezes you just as tight, rubbing comforting circles in your back.

"That's why you were cranked up more than a jack-in-the-box the whole time?" He asks, gently teasing.

"Maybe," you mumble. "They keep calling you by your old name."

"It's an old name, P," he insists. "I'm not that guy anymore. I won't be that guy again. He's dead and gone."

You nod, repeating his words under your breath.

"Dead and gone."

--

"Madam Punchline?"

You lift your head to look at Alfred waiting at the door and stop playing with your brother's shoelaces, having tied them together while he's sleeping. When he wakes and tries to stand, he'll trip. It'll be hilarious!

"Fancy man," you whisper. "Whataya want?"

"I was wondering if you might permit me to check your temperature?" Alfred asks. His hands are clasped in front of him, devoid of any object. He didn't bring what he needs with him, which means you have to leave the cell to do the check. By yourself.

You glance at JJ, hesitant. Your smile thins.

"It's a very simple procedure. I just need you to hold a small, sterile stick under your tongue for some time, and then I'll double-check it with a scanner."

"...bring it here," you say.

"I'm afraid I cannot," Alfred says, and looks genuinely remorseful. "This family has a habit of losing things, so the thermometers are attached to the medical bay's wall with bungee cable. I promise to bring you right back."

You look at your brother again, then Alfred. You click your feet together.

"D'ya need his temperature taken, too?"

"It's easier to do it one at a time."

You cross your arms and turn your back to Alfred as you think. Truth be told, you couldn't care less if these people wanted to scan your head or shove a nail in your kneecap — it's not like you could feel the pain anyway — but the cell is very dull, and you are becoming bored.

Being bored has never been a good feeling. Especially not to Popsy. When he gets bored, bad things happen.

"How long?" You ask.

"I can have you back here in five minutes."

Five minutes should be fine. You've been apart from JJ for five minutes before. No sweat! And he'll bring you back! Fancy Man was the one that reunited you to begin with! It's fine!

You pluck the hair pin JJ gave you from your head and set it on the pillow next to your brother, then walk towards the butler.

"Okay," you nod. "Five minutes."

"Five minutes, madam," Alfred promises. He punches in a code on the keypad facing his side of the door and it slides open silently. When he extends a hand to you, you tug at the pristine, white glove and slip it off, stepping into the corridor with a giggle.

"Soft," you coo, reaching for his other hand. Alfred acquiesces to the theft and starts leading you to the med bay. "Mine now! Ha-ha!"

"I have many, so you're welcome to those," he says, folding his hands behind himself as he strides. "If you'd like, I can see to having a special pair tailored to your hands. Mine are a bit bigger than yours."

You slip your fingers into the gloves. They're soft on the inside, too. He's right though; they're too big and you have to keep your hands clenched to prevent them from sliding off. Lame. Maybe they'd fit JJ though, so you take them back off and slide them into a pocket on your skirt.

"What's your deal, Fancy Man?" You ask, mimicking his posture. Alfred smiles a little, which makes your smile more genuine. "Why're you bein' so nice? Y'know who our Popsy is, right?"

"I am very familiar with your father's work, madam," Alfred says, "but children are the product of their parents' behavior, not the other way around. It's easy to be kind to those who deserve it."

"Uh huh. Don't think that applies to us."

"Why ever not?" He asks. You pantomime swinging your mallet down and can still recall the harsh squish of Tilly's flesh and bones caving under the pressure a month ago. His face shifts into recognition. You don't know if you like that he saw the broadcast or not.

"We all have things for which we must atone," Alfred says, after a moment to think. "This cave — this family — is no stranger to violence. It would be very hypocritical to shun you for one bad deed."

Your smile ticks up on one side and your brows furrow. You don't know how to respond, and the butler doesn't press you to. Alfred gestures for you to walk through a door on your left and you do, looking around at all the medical tools. Suddenly, Tilly is the last thing on your mind.

"Oh, JJ has one of those!" You exclaim, pointing at the AED on the wall. "And that." You point to a scope for checking your ears. "And that." You point to a suture kit. "And that. And that. And — well, not that anymore, that one blew up two warehouses ago... Oh! He has that! And that!"

Alfred pulls a step stool out and gently pats the examination table. You climb up and sit down without fuss, head craning all around to look at more things.

"He doesn't have that. What's that?" You pick up a tube and close one eye, peering down it with the other. When you don't see anything, you put your mouth on the end and blow. "Hooooooo."

"It's a tube, meant to go down your throat to help you breathe." Alfred gently pulls on it but you clamp your teeth down and refuse to let go. "While this is quite amusing, my lady, the longer this takes, the longer your brother will be without you."

You immediately open your mouth and spit the breathing tube out. Alfred puts it in the sink across the room and then grabs a thermometer off the wall.

"You weren't lyin'!" You snort, looking at the little bungee cable tied to it. "That's so dumb!"

"I have no reason to lie, miss Punchline," Alfred says. He gestures for you to open your mouth, and gently guides the tip of the thermometer under your tongue. "Though, if you suspected I was, why did you still leave with me?"

"Cause it's too boring in the box!" You exclaim, pulling the thermometer back out. "I can't play Tag in there. I can't play Hide and Seek in there. The handstand game gets boring after a while. I can't climb anything! We're getting bored!!"

"I understand," Alfred says, waiting patiently for you to say your peace before offering the stick again. You stay quiet this time and hold it in your mouth. "My sincerest apologies, lady Punchline. I'll have that corrected as soon as possible."

You hum, kicking your feet as you sit and wait for the thermometer to get a reading. A memory surfaces — you're much smaller, maybe four, and dizzy all the time. You're shifting between hot and cold, and JJ has you bundled up in a coat he pilfered from a thrift shop. He's taking your temperature with one of these sticks and murmuring that you're gonna be okay, that you just need to stay warm and get lots of rest and drink water. You remember that it was during one of Popsy's vacations to Arkham, and that getting food and clean water was harder when you were both younger. Something about Uncle Scarecrow poisoning the water system for a week...you can't recall. That whole stint is a blur, really, but you remember how gentle JJ was about nursing you back to health.

When the thermometer beeps, you hand it over to Alfred. After he cleans and puts it back, he grabs the scanner gun. You hop off the table in surprise and duck behind it.

"The hell? You tryna dome me!?"

"Oh, my!" Alfred looks genuinely upset by your implication. He aims it at his own head and presses the button to demonstrate. "It's not a real gun. I promise I mean you no harm."

"...oh." In hindsight, there's no place to insert any ammo, and it wouldn't make much sense to go through all the effort to do a check-up if you were just gonna die after. You straighten up and brush imaginary lint off your clothes, giving him a sheepish smile. "My bad. Scan away, doc."

Alfred waves the apology away and holds the scanner out to you first, taking the time to explain what he's going to do and how it works before doing it. You don't voice it, but you appreciate the explanation.

"I believe that's our time, my lady," Alfred says, opening the door leading back to the hall. "I shall lead you back to your brother."

"Kay!" You skip past him and towards the cell without fuss. Before you get close enough to the door to see inside, it slides open and JJ stumbles out, eyes wide and barefoot. "You're awake!"

He grabs you close and hugs you tight. You pat his back.

"Don't do that again," he says. "Don't let them take you anywhere without me knowing."

"I just got my temperature checked. It's your turn," you reply, and pull out the pilfered gloves. "I stole these for you!"

JJ tucks them into his own pocket and then hugs you again, glaring at Alfred over your shoulder.

"You promised —"

"That you two would not be kept apart," Alfred interrupts calmly. "I brought her right back after we were done. She is unharmed, master Ti— Junior."

"I wouldda stayed," you admit, "but I was bored, JJ."

His grip tightens briefly, then slackens. He lets out a heavy sigh and gives you a wan smile.

"Me too," he admits quietly. "I'm not mad at ya."

"Come look at all the junk they got in there," you say, taking his hand. He instinctively threads your fingers together. "There's stuff you got! I recognized it."

Alfred takes two steps to the side to allow you both to pass, gesturing back down to the med bay. "We can spend as long as you like in there, if it pleases the lady and gentleman. I really do need to take your temperature, master Junior, if you'll permit it."

JJ looks unconvinced. You tug on his hand.

"I'll go with!" You say. "It's somethin' to do, JJ. C'mon! Please?"

Like a house of cards, he crumbles to your puppy dog eyes immediately, like always.

"Yeah. Okay."

Before you can drag him off, he tugs your hand and gives you a flat look.

"And then you have to untie my shoes."

You grin up at the small, red spot on his forehead that looks like it might need ice.

"Deal."

[willyoubemycherryy]

“I’ll watch over you.” (C. Novak)

Summary: A harmless invitation turns out to be very enlightening…

Contains: Fluff, Dean being a little mean, pining, GOD the pining, sleeping, reader sleeps easy bc she isn’t traumatized, accidentally and hopelessly in love secretly, dreaming, kissing, reader wants to kiss a few people, Dean and his stupid bets, unsolved emotions with everyone’s favorite angel baby

A/N- this is just the beginning. Im obsessed with him and I will be a fiend about it.

There was something so serene about it. The stillness, the silence, how the body warms while you’re completely at peace. Soundly sleeping.

This was something he couldn’t do with Dean.

He didn’t like when the angel watched him during unconsciousness and he wasn’t particularly keen about upsetting boundaries so when either brother would tire, he’d go occupy himself elsewhere. It wasn’t until you came along where he found not all people minded. It was also where he found a strange warmness in his chest, fuzzy and new.

The leads to the creature you were all hunting had been successful though more research had to be done and that would take time but since it was late enough, you all returned to where you were staying and begun to settle in. Sam was set up in the kitchen with his laptop and Dean got ready for his “4 hours” on the couch while he stood in the middle of the room. As he kicked off his boots, laying down Dean rolled to face him, pointing a finger in warning.

“I better not wake up to you watching me. You remember our talk? S’ creepy.” He shudders at the memory of all the times he woke in a start to just that. Castiel sitting quietly in the darkness with his eyes on him.

The angel nods, holding back a small sigh. He truly didn’t think it was a concern. Humans sleep, angels watch them. He personally felt it also helped to keep you all safe- him watching and guarding your mind- especially in your unconscious subconscious. He prepares to go somewhere else when you stroll by, making his heart pause in that curious way it does around you as you pull his tie on your way towards the room.

“Hey, just so you know- I don’t mind you watching me while I sleep.” His eyes widen and Sam’s stopped typing, looking up at attention, he exchanges an amused look with Dean. Castiel struggles to find a response for a beat, eventually coming up with;

“You don’t?” And your eyes seem to sparkle as you spin on your heel, turning your head over your shoulder, shaking your head as you smile. At him.

“Not at all.”

He watches you nudge the door open with your foot at the end of the short hallway before turning to him again.

“You coming, angel baby?” The room feels a bit different now and not just because he can feel the brothers grinning for some reason. Angel baby was your special alternative name for him that came from a song that you favored. You favored the song and he favored the name because he favored you. This time he actually is quiet, simply nodding and you go into the room to prepare yourself for sleep and he stands motionless. Almost hypnotized. Quietly processing until Sam coughs into his fist, Dean chuckling.

“Well? That’s your cue, go get ‘em tiger.” He furrows his brows in confusion because he wasn’t getting anything. Regardless, he follows after you. The door closing behind him with a soft click.

Inside, the room is dark and quiet. Curtains closed with your form laying still on the bed before you turn your head in his direction and pat the space next to you.

“Sorry in advance, my dreams are a real party sometimes.” Your soft voice whispers and he follows the call, bed dipping as he sits beside you and like always, you turn your head to find his eyes- even in the darkness you seek his face. It’s honestly a habit. Since the day you met Cas, you’ve been drawn to him. The pretty blue eyed angel Dean managed to charm down from heaven and onto his shoulder.

“That’s fine. I’ll watch over your parties as well.” You bite your lip and sigh. It comes out more longingly than you’d prefer but he sounds so sincere- like watching you was serious business. Snuggling deeper into the covers, you let the natural exhaustion of the day wash over you and close your eyes, breath evening out as intense blue eyes silently but softly watch. A witness of your easy decent to sleep.

It’s quiet. So quiet but there’s something about the quiet that comes so serenely- it’s utterly beautiful. Your every inhale is like a prayer. There’s a clench in his chest; a fondness he’s beginning to associate with you. Your back rises and falls as he listens and keeps count of your heartbeat while you breathe, eyes softening at the slow tempo and the way your expression could only soften this much during sleep and sleep alone and you were sharing this vulnerability with him. The vulnerability of that part of your mind where it was beyond consciousness to conceal.

It means more than you know.

True to his word, he does watch your dreams; shielding the unpleasant ones from entering and observing the ones that stayed. Small scenes and scenarios that became more detailed and vivid the longer you slept. They were very random too. One would start and seemingly have a plot before an entirely new one would begin. He recognized some of the people in them and others were stranger. Most had you in various roles. A florist, an ice skater, you with your siblings when you were smaller- he smiles at that, seeing your young life through gentle unbiased bright eyes- or one where you were wearing matching black suits with Sam or hanging around Bobby’s. There’s even one where you dream of you and your life as an angel but the more dramatic version with huge wings and white eyes. His eyebrow raises as he watches one where you and Pamela kiss. Hes noticed you always seem somewhat stricken by her when she comes around but you’d always insist it was because she was “just really cool” not because you “have it in” for her and he trusts you but the subconscious was telling.

You shift, breathe catching lightly before evening out again and your lashes flutter against your cheeks where they’ve fallen closed. On impulse and before he can truly comprehend the why of it, he strokes a finger down your cheek, the skin soft and warm from sleep and he’s rendered breathless by how effortlessly you captivate. Him, especially. He’s seen beauty everywhere as everything came from god and thus was made in his image but you…from the arch of your eyelids to the slope of your neck- the kind of loveliness you were made in made a hopeless fool of him.

You, yourself were a very open person. Not going out of your way to hide things about yourself and encouraging others to do the same. So, it wasn’t a surprise that you welcomed his odd habits but to him it was. A nice surprise, however.

In your next series of dreams, he sees himself. And there’s you. He freezes at how much closer you two are in the scene, the intimacy displayed being so casual and easy. Holding hands then sitting so close that you’re almost in his lap and his hands are low on your back and you’re talking before this time- it’s you and him that kiss.

The warmth in his chest is hotter now, coming in with an edge and something else he can’t accurately place but it isn’t unpleasant. After that, the scene changes completely and he’s seeing a lot of himself through your eyes. He doesn’t realize his lips have turned up but he’d get back to that later. The current focus being-

You think of him. Often.

His eyes widen as the next dream comes softer but this time it’s you and you alone- praying. Your mouth moves but your voice is light and he’s able to make some of it out but what’s clear as rain is; “…Castiel..”

You not only thought of him- you pray to him. He’s sure it’s more than fondness he feels for you. The way you think of him; your eyes and fingers as pens as you memorize him in every alphabet in every language and memorized your memories until they multiplied…

He suddenly misses you.

Yes, you’re right there but you’re somewhere not present with him and he doesn’t want to wake you since it’s only been a few hours, time passing by as he watched over you.

Now he had to decide to continue to watch over you or wake you. It would wait, though. Humans needed their rest and your wellbeing meant too much to him to disturb it. Besides, he had much to think on himself while you slept.

Starting with you.

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Meanwhile outside with dumb and dumber:

“It’s awful quiet in there..”, Dean gruffs out in the quiet space to Sam after getting only 3 of his 4 hours who just hums, flicking his eyes over to his brother with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“What did you expect? It’s Cas, Dean. She told him he could watch her sleep not watch her-“, he cuts himself off because he was not going there but the mischief in deans voice lets him know he has every intention of going there.

“Right but cmon look at her. She’s gorgeous-“,

“Dean-”, he warns but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

“And you know it too-”,

“Yeah but-”

“She could tempt the robes off a priest-”

“DEAN!” Sam exasperates and Dean throws a hand up in defense.

“I’m just saying a woman like that invites oblivious lover boy to watch her sleep…”

“And?”

“And it writes itself!” Sam scoffs, taking a sip of your vitamin water that you left on the table.

“You think they’re gonna get together or somethin’?” Dean lets out a sharp whistle, snapping before he points at him.

“Absolutely. In fact, let’s bet on it.”

“…alright. I’ll bite. How much?” Dean hums,

“200. A hundred for both.” Oh boy. Here they go again.

“You really are sure. So 200$ says they’ll get together-“

“Or kiss”, Dean cuts him off and he rolls his eyes.

“Right. Or kiss and if they don’t you gotta pay up?”

“Yup. If she and Cas or she and you don’t end up kissing eventually then you can make my pockets hurt.” Wait. Sam looks around in confusion, brows furrowing as he jerks his neck back.

“What- wait, why me??” Dean gives him a look that makes him feel like he missed something significantly obvious.

“Remember the black suit you wore when we went undercover 2 weeks ago? Should’ve seen the look in her eyes-”

“Alright alright,” Sam cuts him off, feeling the back of his neck warm as he fights a flush.

“Deal.”

Yeah. Here they go again.

[lnfours]

sunshine | l.n

summary: morning phone calls prompt from this prompt list

warnings: fluff, language, crying bc i want him so bad !!!

masterlist | feel free to send in a prompt!

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you regretted not shutting your blinds last night as the sun shone brightly through the windows of your bedroom. you huffed, rolling over onto your side to try to go back to sleep, but there was no use. it was too damn bright.

you threw the covers off your body, immediately missing the warmth from the blankets and your bed. you grabbed your phone off your nightstand and slipped your feet into the slippers you purposely left by your bed. a shiver traveled through your body as you made your way into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes before your phone buzzed on the counter.

you looked down, lando’s name lighting up your screen with a text.

you awake?

you tapped on the notification, typing back a response before starting to make yourself a cup of coffee. desperately needing the caffeine and the warmth.

just woke up.

you were stirring in the sugar when your phone buzzed and lit up again. another text from your boyfriend.

can i call?

you smiled at your screen, he always made sure to call you in the mornings whenever you two weren’t together. he loved waking up and hearing your voice on the other end of the phone, or seeing your face if he chose to facetime you.

sure, ready when you are :)

after a few seconds, his contact picture popped up on your screen. you took a minute to stare at the photo, a smile on your face as you remembered when you had taken it. it was a picture of him smiling, walking through the mtc with a shoebox in his arms. he had looked too good in the natural lighting for you not to snap a screenshot.

you slid the answer button over, smiling as you pressed the phone against your ear, “good morning,”

“g’morning,” his voice was raspy and you could tell he had woken up not long after you had, “how’d you sleep? any better than the night before?”

“not really,” you sighed, “i think i’m going to run to the store later and grab some melatonin or something. how’d you sleep?”

“slept hard,” he said, before continuing, “i could come with you to the store later,” he said, trying to mask his desperate desperate need to see you after spending a couple days apart, “gotta grab some things, too.”

you smirked, knowing he was just saying it to so that he would be able to see you, “oh yeah? like what?”

he hummed, “things,”

you laughed softly, “okay, i’ve got a meeting at 10. wanna go after?”

“sounds good,” he said.

there was rustling on his end and you could tell it was him getting out of bed, “want me to just drive us back to mine when we were done at the store?”

you placed your coffee on the table in front of you, tucking your legs under your body as you sat on the couch, “i’m good with that. means i don’t have to drive.”

you could hear the playful eye roll, “lazy bones,”

“you know it,” you said, swallowing a sip of coffee down before you continued, “oh! are we still going out with max and p tomorrow?”

“pretty sure, i’ll double check with max though.” lando said, a clinking of pans echoing through the phone. he was making breakfast.

you moved the phone from your ear to look at the time, “i gotta start getting ready for this meeting,” you sighed, “even though i really don’t want to.”

“you’ve got this,” he said back, “show ‘em how badass my girl is.”

you laughed, “i’ll text you when it’s over.”

“sounds good, baby,” his smile was evident, you didn’t even have to see it to know how bright it was, “knock ‘em dead, i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you smiled, “see you soon.”

“see you soon, love.”

you clicked the red button at the bottom of your screen, shaking your head with a slight laugh as you grabbed your mug and made your way into the bedroom.

mornings were slowly starting to become your favorite time of day.

[oneforthemunny]

I heard something about angsty fics around here? Am I right? I'm not sure about the plot, but it has to be cowboy eddie!

Pretty please. Something about sweet girl keeping a secret, but a totally innocent one, just to not concern him. But he found out accidentally, and all was a misunderstanding. He talked to her really harshly, accusing her of cheating and not being trustworthy. Something like that plz plz plz

"Thanks, Gare. I think he's gonna love it." You whispered, cradling the landline to your ear. You could hear the creak of the screen door followed by Eddie's heavy boots on the wood floor, heart skipping.

"I gotta go. Thank you. Talk to you soon." You slid around the kitchen wall's corner, slipping the phone back on the hook as silently as you could, wincing at the small click of the phone settling.

"Hey, honey." You greeted, slinking towards Eddie sweetly. "You done already?"

Eddie grunted in response, stripping his socks, tossing them in the laundry room.

Irritation consumed you, though you tried to mask it. Eddie had been so moody lately. You assumed it was because of his birthday. He always got weird around his birthday, which is exactly why you were determined this year to make it a good one.

"Are you hungry? I kept your sandwich in the fridge, since you didn't come in at lunc-"

"-Who were you on the phone with?" A piercing, furrowed brow gaze met yours suddenly. Canopied by matted curls from a day's work, you could still see the deep lines on his forehead, furrowed.

"What?" You chirped, eyes wide, round in caught surprise. Shit, he'd heard you. How the hell had he heard you? You'd been so quiet, so careful, wanting to surprise him. The look of pure shock, it would be priceless.

You expected to see his lips curl in a smirk, shake his head at you, tell you something along the lines of, "c'mon, baby, can't get anything past me, y'know that".

It never came.

Instead, Eddie's eyes flashed in fury- hurt. Nostrils flaring in a deep breath he tried to swallow down, tried to keep his anger from flaring.

"Who were you on the phone with?" Eddie gritted, an eerie steadiness to his tone that had you shuddering, stomach twisting in fear.

"I-I was- I was just calling to check on my prescription." A stuttering of a lie fell from your lips, nails digging into the palms of your hands. "Just calling to see when I needed to go into town to pick it up-"

"-Y'know," Eddie huffed, standing to his full height, looming over you. "If you're gonna fuck around on me, you could have the decency not to do it in my home."

My home. The words, the tone of his voice, it sent icy waves of fear down your spine. The last time Eddie had called the home "his place" was before you moved in, since then it had been shared with the two of you. Our home, our place, ours.

"What?" Your own brows furrowed this time. "I'm not fucking with you-"

"-No, no, no." Eddie shook his head, taking a striding step towards you. "That's not what I said. I said fucking around on me." There was a beat, your face falling in hurt, his steeling in fury. "Because that's what you're doin'? Aren't you? Fucking around on me?"

"Are you out of your goddam mind?" It was your turn to scoff, angry and insulted. "Did Medusa kick you in your fucking head or something?"

"Don't!" Eddie's voice boomed, hand smacking against the doorframe, a loud echoing of a hit. You stilled, eyes wide, he'd never been this angry- not with you at least. Not at you.

"Don't you come in my fucking house, fucking around on me when I've done nothing-nothing but love you!"

"I'm not fucking around on you, Eddie! Christ, have you lost your mind?" You shouted back, taking a furious step towards him, the two of you in a stand off. "I mean, what is the matter with you? You think I-I'm cheating on you?"

"You think I'm stupid?" Eddie sneered, jaw tight. "You sneakin' around, makin' phone calls all day? Runnin' off into town? I might be a lot of things, honey, but dumb ain't one of 'em."

"You are dumb." You snapped bitterly. "Stupid, even. If you think I'm cheating on you. What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Who is he?" Eddie's hands gripped the door frame. "Huh? I deserve to know. Who is he?"

You gawked, baffled, furious, embarrassed. Eddie thought you were cheating? Cheating? How did something so kind, so thoughtful that you were trying to do for him, backfire to this? It made you feel hurt, insulted.

"Who is he?" You scoffed. Eddie's face didn't move, expression not softening, not falling. You could feel the burn filling your chest, your nose, suffocating you.

Stomping over to your purse, you flipped it upside down, dumping the contents of it out. There, amongst the change and hair ties, you snatched the receipts you'd shoved to the bottom of your purse. Business cards, a small neon invitation, and wadded receipts from the party stores, balling them in your hand, flinging them at Eddie's face furiously.

"You want to know who I've been talking to?" You sneered, watching Eddie scan the receipts, face slowly falling as he read the item- a birthday cake written confirmation note order with the small note added, "Happy Birthday, Eddie!" in red piping. The date for next Saturday, his birthday.

"I've been on the phone with Gareth." You spat, trying to swallow the tears already brimming your waterline. "I've been sneaking around and trying to plan you a surprise party, because I wanted you to have a good birthday for once."

Eddie felt sick, a wave of nausea crashing over him, head spinning in a dizzying ache. A small invitation, "Shh! It's a secret!" in bold, funky lettering on the invitation, Gareth's address written below.

"Oh." Eddie croaked. His eyes met yours again, though this time, he wore the rounded look of shame. "I, um, I-I didn't me-"

"-You're a fucking asshole." You spat, blinking through tear stained vision, stomping up the stairs in a hurt fury, ignoring his cries and pleas that you cut off with the slamming of the bedroom door.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: The Human and the Wolf Chapter Fourteen

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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

Rating: Eventually explicit.

Warnings: None

Chapter Fourteen - Just a Swan girl lunch today then?

Once morning, I stretched slightly in the bed, feeling a hard body against mine, I made a little stretch noise and opened my eyes, seeing Paul's sleeping face. His face was relaxed and peaceful, his arms were still wrapped around me, holding me close even in sleep. His lips were parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. 

I moved slightly, pressing a kiss to his chin, his hold on me making it impossible to kiss his lips. His eyelids fluttered open at the touch, he stirred slightly, a soft rumble escaping his chest as he slowly awoke. His eyes met mine, a lazy, affectionate smile spread across his face. 

"Mmm, good morning, sweetheart..."

"Morning you" I mumbled, my voice still sounding very sleepy. 

"You sound cute when you just wake up...How'd you sleep?" He asks. 

"Brilliantly" I answer "I could get used to sharing a bed with you" 

Paul chuckled, his breath tickled my skin as he spoke. He ran a hand through my hair, his touch gentle and affectionate. "Me too, sweetheart. It feels right, y'know. Waking up with you in my arms...I like it"

"Mmm it really does..."

Paul's eyes darkened slightly as he looked down at me, his hand moved to cup my cheek, his thumb gently stroked my skin. His voice was low and affection as he spoke. "You look really beautiful when you first wake up, you know that? All sleepy and disheveled, It's pretty damn sexy"

"Why thank you, you look lovely as always, my wolf" I say sleepily. Paul chuckles softly, he pulled me closer to him, his eyes roaming over my face and body appreciatively. He ran a hand down my side, his touch gentle and affectionate. 

"Trust me, sweetheart, you take the 'lovely' crown in this room. I could get used to waking up to this view every morning" 

"One day" I giggle.

"One day soon, sweetheart. And when that day comes, I'm gonna kiss every inch of your beautiful body every morning"

I blush at his words, and then frown a little, I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. I groaned a little. 

"We better get up... We still have school today" I say, feeling a little sad. Paul groaned with disappointment, burying his face against my hair. He mumbled against me, clearly not wanting to leave the bed. "But it's so damn comfy here...Can't we stay here a little longer?"

"I have to drive to Forks...I have to get up now, or I'll be late" I say frowning. Paul sighs in defeat, he loosens his arms around me, reluctantly letting me go. "Fine, fine, sweetheart. I guess we gotta get up...Even if I don't wanna"

We reluctantly get out of bed and get dressed, Emily had made breakfast for us, grinning happily I sat down and grabbed some food, I looked to Emily. "Thanks mama Em" I tease playfully. 

Emily chuckled, shaking her head jokingly. "Don't start you. And you" She says to me and then Paul, pointing at him. "Better not be getting up to any mischief in my guest bed"

Paul smirked, feigning innocence. "Me? Mischief? I would never dream of it, Em"

"We were good" I promise Emily. "I barely like kissing a seventeen year old Paul" I say grinning, poking my tongue out at my boyfriend. I only had a few months to wait until Paul was eighteen, it couldn't come soon enough. Paul pretended to look wounded, clutching his chest dramatically. He feigned a hurt expression, his voice filled with mock-offense. 

"You wound me, sweetheart. Just barely like kissing me, huh? I thought you enjoyed it more than that!" He whined. Emily and I giggled at him. "Want a lift to school, dork" I ask. Paul pretends to consider my offer for a moment, his mock-offended expression gradually transforming into a big, cheeky grin. 

"Please" He answers, he stands up, stretching his arms above his head, his biceps flexed slightly under the sleeves of his shirt, making my mouth water. I stared for a moment long, and then finally stood up. 

"Thanks for the birthday party Em, and breakfast!" I say, grinning, I take Paul's hand and we leave the house together. We climb into my car and I start driving to Paul's school first. I park up close to the road, and reach over, pressing my lips to his. 

"Have a good day, be good" I say, teasing him. I watch as his rolls his eyes, he reaches over and kisses me again before climbing out of the car and leaving me. I drive to my own school and park up. I rush to class only just making it, I slide into my seat next to Bella. 

"Cutting it close, aren't you?" She mumbles. 

"Yeah, I stayed at Emily's last night, took Paul to school" I say, blushing a little. I watched as Bella raised an eyebrow, a sly smile crept onto his face. 

"I take it didn't stay too PG between you two? Seeing as how flushed your cheeks look" She whispers. 

"Bella" I squeal "Paul and I have decided to wait until we take that step" Bella chuckled at my reaction, gently teasing me as she responded. "It's not my fault you're blushing and all flustered. So Paul wants to wait, huh?"

"I want to wait, Paul respects my decision" I say blatantly. Bella nods, understanding. A soft, almost wistful smile spreads across her face as she responds. "That's good"

I nod and finally change the subject, wanting nothing more than the move away from mine and Paul's sex life. "How was your party at the Cullens?" I ask, as I finish asking I notice a slight falter go across her face. 

"It was...Well, Carlisle and Esme are so kind, and they all made my party...very... interesting" She explains, I could tell she was leaving something out. I narrowed my eyes, something else happened, it must of. I could tell. 

Weirdly the Cullens weren't at school that day either. Bella opted to sit at their usual table all alone, I frowned and grabbed my food tray, I walked over to her and sat down. 

"Just a Swan girl lunch today then?" I say, smiling, hoping to cheer her up. Bella looked up at me for a moment, a flicker of relief washed over her face. 

"Yeah, just us Swan girls today, it seems" She says. Her expression darkens slightly as she speaks. I couldn't help but notice a hint of anxiety and worry in her eyes. 

"Bells, what happened at your party? I know something happened, I can sense it" I say carefully. Bella lets out a deep sigh, clearly reluctant to speak about it. Her eyes meet mine, her expression weary and conflicted. 

"You're too perceptive. I was hoping you wouldn't notice something was off...Something did happen, but I don't want you to worry!" She says, her voice rambling. 

"What happened?" I asked, fearing the worst, my eyes darted to her neck for a moment. Did a vampire feed off her? Did she find out they're vampires? Does she even know about the vampires... 

"I fell...at the party, landed on a table with glass on it, cut my arm up pretty bad. But Carlisle patched me up" She explained, but I knew. I knew she was lying. But I couldn't push, not without mentioning the vampire part. 

"Oh Bells, I'm sorry" I say frowning. I felt guilty, my birthday had been great, one of the best nights of my life, and sounds like she had a pretty bad night. The rest off the school day dragged, it was uneventful and I tried to stay with Bella for most of it, feeling bad for yesterday. Like maybe I had abandoned her. Once the day was done, we drove home, I parked my car next to Bella's truck when I noticed Edward waiting by the house. I frowned when I saw Bella walking towards him, and they both walked closer to the forests behind the house. I did want to follow them, but I wouldn't invade Bella's privacy like that. 

I walked into the house and smiled when I saw my dad. I said hi as I sat by him. We chatted for a little while, talking about school, and I told him about my party, parr the bit where I slept in a bed with a boy. He did not need to be scarred for life with that information. 

Charlie then glances up at the clock and it's then I realise how many hours it had been since I watched Bella walked into the woods with Edward. 

"When did you last see Bella?" He asked me. 

"Just outside, seconds before I walked in..She walked into the woods with Edward" I say quietly, feeling a lump in my throat. 

Soon we had a full search party out in search for Bella. I stood by Jacob as our dads looked over a map.

"You doing okay?" Jacob asks me, bumping his arm against mine. I look up, feeling stressed. 

"I shouldn't of let her go into the woods with that leec- Cullen.." I say, stopping myself before I said leech. Jacob didn't seem to have noticed. 

"Don't blame yourself, you couldn't of known what would happen" He says softly to me. I sigh sadly knowing Paul was in the woods in wolf form along with Sam and Jared searching for Bella. I shuffled a little closer to my dad when I hear Harry say the Cullens had left town. 

"They left?" I asked, repeating their words. Before anyone answered me, I heard Sam's voice call my dad's name from the woods, I turned round seeing him carry Bella in his arms. I rush over to him, along with my dad.

My dad takes Bella into his arms, I stay by Sam for a moment. 

"Thank you Sam" I look over to see my dad carrying Bella into the house. "Is Paul patrolling tonight now?" I ask, Sam gives me a stern look. 

"Yes, he will be"

"Tell him I'll swing by his tomorrow after school?" I ask hopeful. Sam gives me a quick nod. 

"I'll let him know, you alright though? After all this craziness?" He asks, placing a hand on my arm, I lean into his touch. 

"I'm fine, sad I don't get to see my boyfriend, but my sister needs me right now" I say quietly. Sam gives me a quick goodbye and I turn to walk into the house, not quite sure what I was walking into...

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@jaybbygrl, @strayteez3staner, @8crazy-freak8, @idontliketoread2137, @bonni-98

[sillysowa]

How do you think Hobie would react if he bent down and his partner just started humping him from behind as a joke and then the partner quickly runs away before he can get them😂 I love your writing btw your really talented and I look forward to reading more 😊 oh and if you do respond could the partner be a girl and maybe you could like make it where he get payback if you know what I mean 😏. It’s up to you. Have a nice day! 😃

sorry for the wait anon!

HAVIN’ A LAUGH?

PAIRING: HOBIE BROWN X FEM!READER

GENRE: FLUFF, SUGGESTIVE

WORD COUNT: 0.4K

AUTHORS NOTE: IF I MAKE A PART 2 IT WILL HAVE HOBIES ‘REVENGE’

SYNOPSIS: THERES NO WAY HOBIE’S LETTING YOU GET OFF EASY AFTER THIS ONE

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“There’s just no way you actually did that-“

“I did! I swear on my life!” You laugh, hitting Hobie’s arm playfully in the lobby as you recall the mission you just went on. You’re a mess, practically crying as you cling to his arm. Hobie can barely piece together your weird story but he’s gathered that you slapped an anomaly with an entire bunch of bananas that you grabbed from a market stall, completely peeling all of them in the process and coating the anomaly in crushed banana. You were a fruity mess after the battle in a tropical dimension and Hobie was laughing at how hard you were laughing,

“Oh god, i’m so hungry now though! All that beautiful food that I didn’t even get an opportunity to appreciate!” You tsk, walking into the cafeteria with Hobie by your side. He picked up a tray with you and picked out his food as you did when he dropped a bag of chips,

“Aw shit, my fucking crisps…” Hobie groans after the bag falls, indefinitely crushing some of the contents inside. He’s setting his tray down to pick it up when his eye twitches at the sound of you stifling a giggle,

“Don’t-“

“Did you just say crisps? Nah man, get that British tomfoolery out of here!” You nearly cry, laughing your head off as Hobie shakes his head at you, clicking his tongue,

“You really want to play these games, Y/N? What’dyou want me to call em eh? Chips?” Hobie playfully argues, putting on your accent to mock you, and poking your side. You laugh uncontrollably at his annoyed state, your eyes glinting mischievously as he bends down in front of you to grab the bag. Without a second thought, you grab his small waist and hump him right in the cafeteria, your hips slamming into his ass and nearly sending him face forward into the ground,

“Giddy up!” You holler with a mock-southern accent. Hobie flinches and scoffs in disbelief as you take off out the doors, his jaw open and a smile creeping onto his features,

“You havin’ a laugh?” He yells after you, wiping the smile off his face with his hands before he sets the chips on his tray and takes off after you, the whole cafeteria in complete awe at what they just witnessed.

Web-Slinger and his horse eat in the corner of the room, and he shakes his head,

“Amateurs.”

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@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara @hobesbf @defnot-bri @lasagnaisbest @deepzombieyouth

[sturnioz]

player!chris that never wanted to be in a relationship until yall met... and the way he asks u to be his gf is when hes mid eating u out... and he makes u scream ur answer

im afraid i like em toxic...😓🫦

player!chris who only sticks to hookups because he despises relationships — the thought of having a title above his head makes him physically sick to his stomach. he leads a lot of girls on with his flirting, makes them believe that he's going to be theirs so that he can get into their pants.

"you.. you think i wanted you?" he laughs as he tugs on his sweatpants, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. "nah... jus' wanted what was between those legs."

doesn't care if they're screaming; yelling all sorts of curses and threats his way with tears streaming down their cheeks — he's got what he wanted. why would he care?

but fuck, he starts to feel that weird feeling in his chest when he begins hooking up with you — the urge to make you his, to claim you has his, to have that fucking god awful title that he once hated but now craves with you.

he has your legs on his shoulders, his mouth attached to your cunt, fingers kneading the flesh of your thighs as your own thread through his hair, pulling at the roots which makes him moan.

"you wanna be mine, ma?" he asks you through pants as he pulls away from your folds, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. he replaces his tongue with his hands, thumbing at your clit with one while the other pushes two fingers inside, pumping through the wetness. "huh? you — y'wanna be mine? be my girl?"

you nod your head through your pleasured haze, but that's not what chris wants. no.. he wants to hear it loud and proud.

"scream it f'me... tell me how fuckin' bad you wanna be mine."