#you don’t care about him? not at all? okay honey mmhmm

[ablazenqueen]

Three eps later…

#Top Ten Most Believable Bullshit Attempts

[nofingjustaninchident]

Helloo!!! im in such a Jason Grace era these days and fics for him are SO limited in the fandom?? its actually super sad. i loved your previous jason fic smm, Would you consider making a Jason x fem!reader where Jason just has a veryy bad day, he gets overwhelmed by everything and everyone, and he just cries into reader's arms and she comforts him?

i feel like he deserved to just cry it all out atleast once, considering the amount of pressure the poor boy has had from everything :( so i would lovee to read about that!

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content: jason grace x fem!reader

warnings: angst but then it’s fluff, kinda short, cursing, 5’3 (1,60m) reader, life in New Rome!

a/n: HA LOOK WHO’S POSTING TWICE IN JUST ONE DAY???? hehehe i love this request so much my boo deserves more in his life i don’t fucking care.

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Sometimes it’s just too hard to be Jason Grace.

The mighty son of Jupiter. Pontifex Maximus. Counselor of the Zeus cabin. Juno’s Champion. Hero of Omlympus. Centurion of the Fifth Cohoort.

The titles were endless. And so was the work.

And everyone, and i mean everyone, counted on him for various things and reasons.

“Hey Jason, are you coming to capture the flag?” Annabeth asked, every week.

“Hey superman, come to bunker 9!” As always, Leo wanting to show him some new cool tricks or projects.

“Oi, sparky! Can you help me pick an outfit for my date?” Piper would ask him.

He was just so tired. He just wanted to tell them all to fuck themselves.

But he would never. He was too noble to do that. He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew his friends were needing him and he was… well, being a human and an young adult, taking care of his own stuff.

So when he got home from another endless day, back to his shared apartment in New Rome and to his beautiful girlfriend, who made him his favorite dessert - brownies with caramel and peanuts -, he broke down almost instantly.

Obviously, you ran towards him, scooping him in your arms - which was a difficult task, since he was almost a whole foot taller than you - but you did it anyways, pulling him close to your body, letting him sob in your shoulder as you tried to soothe him.

You had never seen him cry like that, clinging on you for dears life. Once again, he was never one to show his real feelings to anyone, not even your or Thalia.

You scooted him in your arms, rubbing soft circles at his back while you whispered small ‘shh’s and ‘it’s gonna be okay’s in his ear, the both of you say in the floor of your cozy apartment.

After a few minutes of compulsive crying, your shoulder and the upper part of your white tank top completely soaked in hot, wet tears, he finally calmed down - at least a little.

“Hey, honey.” You finally whisper into his ear as he pulls away from your embrace, eyes all puffy and red as he sniffles and wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

“Hey..” He mumbles, his tone low and cracked as you kept caressing his hair smoothly. You caressed his hair and gave a soft and gentle kiss so his cheek.

“Are you okay?” You were answered with a soft nod of his head as he scooted closer to you, snuggling against you warm body and keeping his head on your chest. He looked like a five year old child, and that made you smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.. not now. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice all mushy and muffled by his cheek tightly pressed against you body.

“Of course it is, my love. Do you want to eat? We have pasta with that sauce you like.” She said between little kisses in his eyes, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and his lips. “And i made you your favorite brownies.”

“Mmhmm…” He let out a content mumble, finally pulling away from him and giving you a kiss on the lips. “After that i… after that i’ll talk to you, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay. But you have to eat before. Come on, i’ll help you get up.” She said as she got up and held out her hand for him to grab.

You finally got on your feet, and you turned around to reheat the food. When you were at the oven, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he kept the closest he could to you.

Soon, the food was on the table, and the doorbell rang. It was the girl that walked with your dog. You thanked her and pulled Thor, your golden retriever, inside the house.

He immediately went to Jason, wiggling his tail and giving him the biggest licks in the world while the blond laughed.

You smiled at the sight. You knew that he was obviously hurting with something, and you were going to discover with what, but, right now, he just needed some love.

You gave him just that, as you ate together chilling and chatting about your days, you talking more than him.

He helped you with the laundry while you washed the dishes, and the chores were finished very quickly. You went back and cuddled up on the couch, a massive ball of fur, aka your dog, resting comfortably between you two.

You heard when Jason sighed and felt his shoulders shaking, showing his impending collapse, once again. You cyy it deles him closer to you as he cried and cried. His sobs were the only thing heard in the house.

Ten minutes later, when he was calmer, you were stroking his hair in the softest way you could, making sure he would be ready to talk.

“I-i’m just so… tired. Of everything and everyone. It’s- i know it’s selfish, but i can’t help but want to just… ran away. To just stay with you and Thor and give up on the rest of the world.” He said, his words are muffled and smudgy as he holds onto you.

“I know, baby… You shouldn’t work yourself out. You’re doing too much. More than you should, and you know that. You have too much work.” She said, kissing the top of his head.

“I just- i can’t let them just, you know, alone. It’s.. i can’t.” The son of Jupiter said, crying more.

“Honey, they won’t be alone. We have Reyna and Frank and Percy and lots of other people that you can use some help from. You’re not alone. Ever.” She said, reassuringly.

“But-“

“No buts. You’re gonna take a week off, and we’re just gonna hang out here, together, with Thor. No works, no college, no Pontifex Maximus stuff. Just y/n and Jason. And that’s not a request.”

He mumbles something but snuggles closer to you. “Fine. As long as we’re together.”

a/n: i’m literally so proud of myself bro, i got to do two, TWO works today. i’m evolving boos

[skoll-sun-eater]

Halloween fc5 oneshot

Idk wanted to try a hand at some fluff.

Word count: 2127

Humor/fluff/ mature.

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Female deputy

Spicy stuff at the end. No minors.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60197800

October festive spirit in Hope County.

Jacob’s daughter Jenavieve wants to try and get to know other people here. She’s new to the region. Trouble is she’s painfully shy and Jacob is a very protective father.

Yet she still hopes to go out and maybe, with the tiniest of hope make some friends. Jacob too realizes he can’t keep her cooped up with him and her uncles. He hoped she she’d make friends with Faith but that hasn’t proved fruitful.

But his dear little girl has an idea;

She’s been begging and pleading with him to go to a Halloween party in Fall’s End.

“Daddy please? I-I’d like to go. You could c-come with me…” She ducks her head timidly.

Jacob sighs hard rubbing the back of his neck.

“And you could meet somebody too.” She smiles mischievously.

“Baby girl I told you, our profile in this county can be somewhat mixed. Sometimes it’s negative… Plus I’m pretty sure no woman is gonna want to take a chance with your old man.” He grumbles.

“Daddy. … Please!” She looks up at him. Pouted lip and all, playing into his sympathy.

It’s a losing battle, Jacob gives in.

“Fine honey.”

“Thank you, daddy!!!” She gives him a kiss “Thank you!”

“I’m not dressin’ up, I’ll leave that for you.”

“Hee hee, okay daddy.”

Jacob at least dresses somewhat nice and casual.  Black jeans with a white under T-shirt and a blue flannel on the top of it.

However, his daughter put some of that cologne she got him on the nape of his neck for a little something extra.

Jenavieve is dressed as…Well he’s not entirely sure. Every time he asks her she adds more to the back story of what she’s supposed to be.

‘Fairy’ and ‘witch’ is what he did hear out of her long descriptions, so he’ll go with that.

Of course, this is nothing we need to tell Joseph about right away if at all.

The community center in Fall’s End is lively. There’s pumpkins and fake spider webs everywhere. They go up the steps and there’s a plastic skeleton sitting in a chair with some purple and orange lights strung about it.

Upon entering, Jacob notices Jenavieve is having trouble going in, she’s getting nervous.

“I’m right here honey. Whenever you need to we can go” He saying reassuringly.

“I’m okay, daddy. Remember you go and talk to people too.” She keeps hinting at him to go hit on some woman.

The whole ride here she kept telling him what he should go do. “Mmhmm.” Is all he’d say to her. While it’s sweet, it is somewhat awkward that his seventeen-year old daughter is telling him how to pick up women.

Jacob hangs back and watches his daughter be a wallflower among wallflowers. As much as he’d like to intercept, she needs to do this on her own at times.

She continues to keep to herself. Ever so once in a while, she’ll go up to talk and try and talk to someone, however she ends up changing her mind.

She’ll get around to it.

People do seem to notice her though and why not? She looks pretty- she’s more put to together, her costume more thoughtful. The rest of these Fall’s End folks looks cheesy and somewhat ridiculous in their getups.

Not his baby though...  Pretty as a peach in her gown and witch hat. She sewed the sequins on it herself and everything.

The lights and music are getting a bit draining on him. He goes to get a drink from the bar setup inside.

He goes and orders something, the server is one of the locals, Mary May. She hesitates giving him a drink for a minute but ultimately follows through with a warning “Don’t cause trouble here Seed.”

“Thanks for the drink bartender.” He says sarcastically.

“Careful I can cut you off if I feel like it.” She scorns.

“Noted.” He continues unfazed by her belligerence.

“Why are you here?” She keeps at it.

“What? Can’t I go to a party?” He says with a smirk.

“Wouldn’t think you’d be one for something like this.” She asks with suspicion.

“Mm, I’ll have a shot of vodka if ya have any please.” He’s tired of her questions and she annoying him.

Mary May glares at him for a moment more.

“Please? I need to check on my daughter soon.” He reveals.

“Like hell you have a daughter Seed.” She seethes.

“Hmph okay.”

“Hey Mary May! Can I have a shot of whiskey?” Comes an energetic woman’s voice coming up behind him.

“Sure thing, deputy.” Mary May changes her tone and serves the stranger and him his drink as well in the process. The unknown woman comes up to him and parks it right as his side.

A deputy huh?

Jacob focuses on his own beverage not looking at this deputy until…

“Hi, I’m Phedra!”

“Ma’am.” Is all he responds with. He decidedly throws back his drink in a hurry.

“Oh ‘ma’am’ hmm?” She giggles. “Why how polite?”

He sets his glass down “Thank you Miss Fairgrave.”

“Hmph.”  Is all he gets in return from his pissy bartender.

“The name’s Jacob ma’am.” He nods before making his way passed this… very pretty woman.

He goes to disappear into the crowd to look for his daughter.

“You be careful deputy, that’s one of the Seeds we were talking about.”

Hmm…

He looks behind him to get another look at the deputy.

Goddamn…Yeah, not bad.

Jacob discovers his Jenavieve’s location, she’s off in a corner with a young man in a …scarecrow costume? Maybe just around her age with… With his arm around her!

She appears distressed, like she’s in one of her fits. Jacob gets a pit in his stomach worried about her condition he storms over to them.

“What’s going on here!?” Jacob startles the boy, making him almost jump. But he holds his ground and keeps near Jenavieve as if to protect her.

“What do you want Seed?!” The youth spits.

“I’m her father?” Jacob cocks an eyebrow at the plucky defiant kid.

The young man’s expression drops upon hearing those words. He turns to Jenavieve with a stricken look on his face.

“Uh this true? He’s your dad?”

“Yes, he’s my father, Wheaty.” She says beaming with pride. “Daddy it’s okay. Wheaty was just looking out for me.”

“Y-yeah she looked upset.” The boy chimes in.

“Well then maybe we should go home.” Jacobs interjects.

“No daddy i-it’s okay really, I wanna try and stay a little longer.” She pleads.

“Are you sure baby?” Jacob throws a glare over at Wheaty.

“Yes, besides I-I think this girl wants to talk to you.” Jenavieve points a finger passed him.

Jacob looks behind himself and sees the woman Phedra waiting patiently with hands clasped together. He didn’t catch it before but apparently, she’s dressed as a devil. All that leather made him think she was a biker or in some BDSM get up. Save for the two little red horns on the top of her head.

“Yes? Phedra was it?”

“Hi um... I’m sorry, I didn’t think speaking to you in front of Mary May’s company would bode well for anyone.”

“Hmm really now?” Jacob gives a sarcastic snort.

“Hello!” Jenavieve squeaks.

“O-oh, I’m sorry everyone, I didn’t mean to crash the party here.” The deputy backs away.

“It’s alright, maybe…you two could talk some where else?” Jenavieve begins suggesting playfully.

“Sweetheart, no-“ Jacob protests, but Jenavieve cuts him off and nudges him forwards to the woman in question.

“Please I insist, daddy.” His daughter smiles mischievously.

She’s put him on the spot, he decides to go along with it. What could it hurt?

“Sure.” Jacob replies.

Satisfied with her father’s response. “Wheaty, would you still like to hang out?���

She turns to the young man.

“Y-yeah... Sure if that’s okay. We could trick or treat if you want. People around here don’t care how old you are for that.”

“I’d like that.” The Seed girl beams.

“Umm if that’s okay with you sir?” Wheaty addresses Jacob more respectfully.

Of course, this puts Jacob more on edge. He worries about his daughter as any father worries about his teenage daughter running around with young man. Jenavieve is smart, is different. He knows she wouldn’t go too far with something. His main worries are with the boy.

But maybe he should listen to his daughter.

This deputy woman is interesting. He’ll trust his daughter.

“Fine, you can stay out.” He concedes. “Not too long though and call me.”

Apprehensively he watches his daughter disappear with that boy.

“-She’ll be alright, Wheaty is an okay kind of guy.” The deputy speaks up.

“Oh? You know him?” Jacob inquires.

“Not too personally, but he’s okay, really into music and such.”

“I’m into music that doesn’t say much about me now does it deputy?” Jacob remarks.

“You can call me ‘Phedra’ I ain’t on duty. But relax papa, it’ll be alright.” She coos.

If he and this woman are to ‘talk’ he thinking they should get on out of here.

“You wanna go somewhere else Phedra?” He asks her.

“Yes.” She answers immediately.

“How about my place?” He dares to ask.

“Oh, not the back of your truck or something?” She laughs

“Nah, while that does sound fun. But maybe some other time.” He flashes her a grin.

They leave; It’s a bit of a drive back to his place from Fall’s End. Is he moving too fast with this woman?

This… is just a one night stand, isn’t it?  So, in theory this is fine.

They pull up to the house. Jacob exits the truck first and goes around to open the door for Phedra.

“My, you’re such a gentleman.” She teases. But when in reality Jacob can tell she’s flattered.

She’s getting flustered and shy.

“Cozy” Phedra remarks upon entering inside the home he shares with his daughter.

“Thanks, my daughter is more of the house decorator than I. You need anything?”

“Water is fine.” She answers.

He gets her what she asks for. He watches her take a drink, watches her eyelids and natural long curled lashes flutter downward as she sips from the glass.

She must have noticed his staring when she spoke; “Jacob, if you’re having second thoughts… It’s okay.” She says with uncertainty

“Oh far from it honey, I ain’t havin’ second thoughts.”

“That’s good, I uh … Also want you to know that I don’t jump into bed with man that I first meet. But you feel like you’re kinda different? I’m sorry… that’s probably sounds stupid.”

“No not at all. I am interested in you too sugar. Maybe we can see where this goes after tonight.”

She bows her head, those eyelashes fluttering the way they do, looking down at her feet.

Damn that’s cute.

Jacob wastes no time in making the first move. Taking the deputy’s hand, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Well, angel?”

She swipes her braids out of her face. “Yes…’well’.”

The both of them are in Jacob’s room, stripping each other’s clothes off in a fervor. They crash on to his bed, pawing at each other greedily. Jacob roughly jerks her panties down, tearing the last piece of clothing off.

Snaking himself up her body, flushing himself snuggly upon her honeyed mocha skin. Using his hips to coax her thighs to spread further apart and pushes himself into her sex. She cries out much to his delight.

“Mm don’t worry about going slow, just fuck me.” She gasps.

“Gladly ma’am.” He replies smugly.

The bed creaks and groans loudly as if to match volume of their moaning.

This is what you wanted? Hmm to be fucked ragged?” He rasps as he slams himself hard into her body.

“Mm, I’m almost there.” She sighs.

He’s close too, wouldn’t it be nice if they could finish together?

However-

There’s a creaking from his door interrupting their finish.

“I-I’m sorry but you two are very loud, could you be a little quieter?” Comes his daughter’s voice.

“Sweetheart!” Jacob pulls the duvet over to cover himself and Phedra.

“When did you get home?” He asks her.

“About thirty-five minutes ago.” She says giggling. Thankfully she’s being somewhat polite she has a hand covering the side of her face. As to not peep on them.

“Honey... Just go to bed then!” He says agitatedly.

“Okay.” She laughs and shuts the door.

“Sorry about that.” He sighs.

“Heh it’s okay and look she’s home just fine.” Phedra says kissing his forehead.

“Why don’t you stay the night hmm?” He suggests not sure if she’d be willing.

“Thank you I will.” She smiles.

[fluffyllamas-23]

can you write a fic where mason gets really really sick and for some reason they can’t leave their house so chase gets really stressed and is so worried while mason is just out of it

This got way longer than I expected, but thank you so much for this, anon! I love these boys so much, they're such faves

“Geez,” Chase says, pausing the movie he and Mason are watching. He gets out from under the blanket they’re sharing and walks to the window to look out of it. The snow was coming down in a flurry, and Chase couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. “It’s snowing so hard, I love it.”

It’s Sunday, and he and Mason had both woken up absolutely exhausted, so they decided to just have a really slow, quiet day in, on the couch, watching movies and napping. Chase had perked right up with some caffeine.  Mason, on the other hand…he was dragging with a weariness he felt in his bones. The kind of fatigue that was suspicious enough to have Mason wondering if maybe he was coming down with something. 

He’s not sure where he would have picked it up, though. Chase hadn’t been sick, none of the friends or family he’s seen as of late had been sick, no one at work had been sick and neither had any of the guests he’s helped (that he recalls, at least). It’s a mystery - one that Mason doesn’t care all that much about solving. He’s too tired. 

“Yeah,” Mason yawns, propping himself up on an elbow. “Snow is nice and all, but you know what else is? Cuddling. Come back to the couch, you’re warm, and I want you.”

Chase turns away from the window to look at Mason. “See, now I feel like you’re just using me for my body,” he teases.

“Hell yeah, I am. Get over here and be my own personal heater, I’m cold.”

“Do you want a nap?” Chase asks, joining Mason back on the couch. “You look exhausted.”

“I am,” Mason whines. “Can you die of sleepiness because I think I might die of sleepiness.”

“I mean if you don’t sleep for weeks, yeah, but that’s not the case here, so no.”

“Maybe I’ll be the first. Someone will write about my case in a medical journal. ‘Sleepiest man alive: dies.’”

“I mean you might make the news. Not sure about a medical journal,” he says. Mason flops over, resting his head in Chase’s lap.”You should try and nap.”

“I don’t want to nap.”

“Why not?”

“We’re watching a movie and you go back to work tomorrow. I want to spend time with you.”

“Babe, we can spend time together when you’ve woken up and you’re less exhausted.”

Mason makes a non-committal noise, curling up into a tighter ball and tugging the blankets up higher. Chase starts playing with his hair in that way that he does that’s almost guaranteed to lull Mason to sleep. 

He’s quiet for a few moments, and Chase almost thinks maybe he’s fallen asleep, but then there’s a VERY sleepy, “I know what you’re doing.”

Chase laughs lightly, “oh do you?”

“....Uh-huh….s’not gonna work,” Mason mumbles. “M’not tired.”

“Mase, you just said you were going to die because you’re so tired. Do you not remember the medical journal headline you proposed?”

“That was then, this is now,” he yawns. “Was a different man back then.”

“TWO minutes ago?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re ridiculous and I love you for that, but go to sleep, honey. I’ll be here when you wake up”

*

When Mason wakes, he’s not quite sure where he is or what century he’s in. All he knows is that his head is pounding. He pushes himself into a sitting position, gasping in pain as the pounding intensifies. He holds his head in his hands, grimacing at just how bad it hurts. 

“Mase?” Chase frowns from next to him, “you okay?”

“Headache,” Mason murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, that hurts.”

“Sorry, sweetheart…let me go grab you some meds, lay back down.”

Mason slumps back against the cushions, massaging his temples. Each throb feels like a jackhammer to his skull, and he’s not sure meds will really do much with how bad it is. 

He’s worried he’s past the point of no return. 

“Here,” Chase says, crouching down in front of Mason. He hands him a couple of pills and a glass of water, and then rests a hand on Mason’s knee.

“You’re the best,” Mason breathes.  He swallows the pills with a wince as it feels like they scrape against his throat.  

“What’s wrong?”

“My throat hurts,” He grimaces, “I might be dying.” 

Chase makes a sad whining noise at him, “shit, Mase…how do you feel other than the headache and sore throat?”

“Just…really weird.”

He’s not sure how else to describe it. He just feels…weird. He can feel the fatigue into his bones and muscles, making every movement feel like way more work than it actually is. His throat feels raw, which is making him nauseous, which is upsetting. He was hoping that maybe he was wrong and the exhaustion he was feeling was nothing that a nap couldn’t fix, but now he’s sure he’s getting sick. 

*

“D’you think you’ll have a snow day tomorrow?” Mason croaks, voice muffled by the blankets on their bed.  He sniffles, breath catching as he coughs into a fist.

Mason had steadily felt worse as the day progressed, and now it’s around seven, and they’re both in bed. Chase is sitting up, propped against some pillows as he does some work on his laptop. A show is playing on their TV, volume low, and Mason is curled up next to him, drifting in and out of sleep. He’d probably actually be asleep if not for all of the coughing and sneezing and sniffling that’s keeping him awake.  

“Yeah, I already got the text that it’s canceled,” he says, looking down at him.

A shiver runs down his spine and he groans, pressing himself closer to Chase.  “Oh…good.”

“Probably would have called out anyways,” Chase frowns, reaching down to feel Mason’s forehead. He retracts his hand quickly, frown deepening as he closes his laptop and sets it on the mattress next to him. He feels Mason’s cheek. “Shit…you’re burning up, Mason.”

He’d felt kind of warm a little while ago, but now his skin burns underneath Chase’s hand. Mason nuzzles into Chase’s hand, eyes sliding shut as he sighs. Fever would explain why he feels as awful as he does, so he supposes he’s not all that surprised, just disappointed. 

“I feel kind of shit,” Mason mumbles. 

Chase purses his lips. “Yeah…not surprised. I’m going to go find the thermometer, need anything while I’m up?

“Could you make me more tea?” Mason croaks. “Throat’s killing me.”

“I’m on it.”

When Chase comes back into the room with tea, the thermometer, and NyQuil, Mason is sprawled out on his stomach, arm hanging over the edge of the bed and cheek pressed against the mattress as he coughs weakly. He feels so aggressively awful all of a sudden, and he’s not entirely sure how to handle it. 

Chase gnaws on his bottom lip, worry tugging at the pit of his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do if Mason ends up needing the emergency room in the middle of the night. The roads are icy and slick, and Chase really doesn’t want to have to go anywhere unless absolutely necessary. 

“Baby, can you sit up?” He asks gently, sitting the tea down on Mason’s nightstand. 

“I’m really dizzy,” Mason croaks, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Chase sticks the thermometer in his ear, pressing his other hand to the back of Mason’s neck. When it beeps in, Chase looks at the number and gasps lightly. 102.7.

“I am SO sorry, honey, but I need to take your blankets. We need to get that fever down.”

“Nooooo,” Mason whines. 

“I know, I know,” Chase soothes, pulling back their thick comforter. “It sucks, and I’m sorry.”

He manages to get Mason to take the meds and goes into their bathroom to find a washcloth. It doesn’t take much rummaging through their linen cabinet before grabbing one. He pokes his head out of the bathroom to check on Mason, who’s still lying in the same position.  Chase hates this, he hates when Mason is sick because he’s just not himself. He just wants to fix everything. 

He runs the washcloth under cold water, and then wrings it out until no more water comes out. He’s trying to hurry, Mason’s temp being this high when medical care not being easily available is stressing Chase the hell out. And sure, even if it gets up to 103, he’s still not really in danger of his brain melting. But that doesn’t keep Chase from worrying. 

“

Much to Chase’s relief, the NyQuil brings the fever down to 101.5. Still not great, but Mason didn’t pass out and is able to sleep, so Chase is taking that as a win. 

When he wakes up the next morning, Mason is still fast asleep. He’s snoring softly, which he only ever does when he’s congested.  Chase resists the urge to feel for a fever - he’s looking remarkably less flushed than yesterday when his fever was so high, so he’s guessing whatever his fever is at is probably a more manageable level. 

He decides to put all of his nervous energy into cleaning downstairs and cooking Mason some food that might sound good when he wakes up. He’s really not much of a cook, that’s more Mason’s forte, but he has perfected a few comfort recipes that Mason loves over the years. 

He’s about three hours into cleaning and cooking when he hears their bedroom door open and close.  Chase stops what he’s doing and turns around just in time to see Mason appear in the doorway. 

He looks really disoriented and like he’s not with it at all. His hair is sticking up in every direction, and he blinks really heavily as he sways on his feet. 

“Good morning,” Chase says, crossing the room to get to Mason’s side. “How are you feeling? Any better?”

“Umb,” he croaks, wincing at just how bad his throat hurts. “Ndo. Worse, I thiggk.”

Everything just feels awful. His head is pounding, and every step that he took from the bedroom to where Chase is just reverberated in his skull. 

His throat hurts so bad, he’s not sure he wants to speak until it’s feeling better. It’s raw, and each swallow feels like someone’s shoving a hot poker down his throat. 

His sinuses are throbbing, and he keeps feeling an itch winding through them, but so far, rubbing his nose seems to do the trick and he’s able to ward off whatever impending sneezes are coming. It does, however, seem to make him even stuffier than he already is.  

He’s sore and achy, too. His muscles and joints hurt with every movement, and all he wants to do is go back to sleep. 

“Think you can make it to the couch? I have some food for you, you really need to eat something with the meds.”

“What mbeds?” Mason mumbles, sniffling as Chase guides him to the couch.

“The ones I'm about to give you.”

“Oh…right.”  He sniffles. “Heh…heh’gchxt! Hih’ixcht! Snff! Snff!”

“Bless you, sweetheart. I made some congee, do you want me to warm a bowl up for you before or after the meds?”

“After,” Mason sniffles.

“You got it. Want some tea, too? Your throat sounds like it really hurts.”

Mason nods, pulling the blanket that’s next to him over his lap.  He sniffles as he settles into the couch, pulling his knees to his chest and curls into himself. His eyelids droop, but he opens them when he feels Chase’s hand on his forehead.

“Your ha’d is cold,” Mason grumbles. 

“Sorry…I really wish it weren’t still snowing this hard. I’d really like to get you to a doctor soon.”

“I’mb finde. It’s just the flu or sombethi’gg.”

“We could have gotten you antivirals by now, though,” Chase frowns.

Mason shrugs. “It’s okay.”

Chase kisses the top of his head. “Alright. I’ll get you some meds and heat you up some food, and make some tea. Sound good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How about you pick a movie? Anything you want.”

“I mbight fall asleep.”

Chase smiles at him softly, cupping his cheek. “That’s fine. You should if you can.”

Mason is way ahead of him. As hard as he tries to stay awake, he’s exhausted and he can feel himself slipping back into unconsciousness. It’s fine, he tells himself, Chase can just wake him back up when he returns. 

And he does.

[neverasfarawayasitmayseemxo]

It’s Like Fate - Part 3

Here’s Part 3! It’s rather short but I was excited to share :) Please let me know how you like it! :) 

“Isn’t that crazy? Parker and Penelope. Penelope and Parker. Gah, we are so meant to be!” Penelope gushes. She stabs a red grape with her fork and pops it into her mouth.

You were both sitting down for brunch at a cafe in town. Penelope would not stop talking about Parker, Tom Hank’s nephew, that she met at the party last night. Frankly, you didn’t care. Your mind kept replaying the night over and over wishing it ended in a kiss, rather than you walking all the way to your car with no shoes on and blisters forming on your feet.

“Are you okay?” Penelope asks bringing you back to the conversation.

You look up at her and shrug. “I don’t know”

Penelope sighs, “Don’t beat yourself up, you guys will hangout again. I have faith! Don’t let “Miserable Miranda” ruin your vibe. I don’t understand why she was so mean anyway”

You look down at your half eaten yogurt parfait and push it away. You weren’t too hungry at the moment.

“It’s not even possible for us to hangout because I never got the opportunity to give him my phone number. He has no way to even contact me.” you sigh in defeat.

Penelope looks at you, an offended expression spread across her face. She folds her arms over her chest.

“Um. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I can find anyone and everyone. Remember when I found out where Justin Bieber’s ex-girlfriend’s mom lived?”

You let a little giggle escape, Penelope always knew how to lighten the mood even when she didn’t realize she was doing so.

“Alright crazy girl, I’ll leave the sleuthing to you”

You both finish eating, pay and walk out of the cafe. You notice that the place got busy, people were eating outside trying to enjoy the sunshine.

“Woah” Penelope says throwing a hand up infront of you. “Look, isn’t that Miranda?”

You follow Penelope’s eyes and notice that Miranda was walking towards you both with a cellphone at her ear and that same clipboard in hand.

“Maybe we should walk the other way” you say and begin to turn down the opposite direction.

“Hello Miranda!” Penelope calls and waves to her.

“Penelope!” you groan. You turn around and look as Miranda approaches you both.

She slide her sunglasses down her nose.

“Alright, yes. We will have it in by tomorrow. Mmhmm…yes….we will see you there. Bye now” she says and hangs up the phone, throwing it into her leather handbag.

“Hello girls” she says eyeing the both of you.

“Hi” you say quietly.

“How are you? What are you doing here?” Penelope asks.

Miranda eyes her, studying her cut off shorts and band tee.

“I’m…picking up some coffee. I’ve got a flight to Europe in 4 hours” she states.

“Oh, that’s lovely. Is Austin going to be going with you?” Penelope asks. You shoot her a look that basically said “please shut the fuck up”

Miranda purses her lips. “Not that it’s any of your business but…yes, he is.”

She turns towards you, “Ah, [Y/N], now that we’re on the subject of Austin, l would like to make something clear”

You look up at her. Her red lipstick was quite shocking. It didn’t match her pale skin. Her brown eyes look angry. You wondered how old she was. 

“I don’t like to be the one to tell people what to do…well, actually I do. But personally, I don’t think it would be best if you were to continue to see Austin”

Your stomach burned with both devastation and confusion.

“Oh….why?” you ask shakily. How come this woman intimidated you so much?

She rolls her eyes. “Honey, Austin is going to be a huge star. I have people calling me left and right asking if he could audition for their movies. Do you understand that if he were to be caught up with some girl from California it would jeopardize his career? We don’t want that, do we?”

You look down at the ground and sigh.

“I guess…I understand” you say refusing to look up at her.

She claps her hands together. “Good, I’m glad we understand each other”

Penelope scoffs. “That’s not fair, you can’t tell her what to do”

Miranda steps closer and tilts her head to the side.

“I suggest you lower your voice, Ms. Sacks.” Miranda growls. She turns and is looking right at you. “I’m looking out for what’s best for my client. I’ve known him for 7 years now. I’ve seen girls like you enter his life. It fucks with his head. He doesn’t need that, trust me. In the end, I’m doing YOU a favor” she says aggressively.

“Penelope, stop. It’s fine, Miranda, don’t worry. I’ll forget it all even happened” you say defeated.

Miranda pouts. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I can understand how you feel. It’s terrible, you know, catching feelings for a handsome boy. Believe me, I know”

You can tell she’s completely faking it. She didn’t care at all.

“Now, it was nice to see you ladies. Why don’t you go enjoy this sunshine? Go to the beach or something. Bye for now!” she says as she waves to you both and enters the cafe.

You could feel your eyes start to burn.

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N]” Penelope says as she places a hand on your shoulder.

Your vision starts to become blurry as tears fall from your eyes.

You quickly wipe it away and shake your head.

“It’s fine, let’s just go”

•

Miranda walks back into Austin’s house and puts the iced coffees down on the island.

“Ahhhh coffee! Thanks, Miranda. I appreciate it” Austin says snagging a coffee and puncturing the straw in the hole.

Miranda smiles, “Of course, darling. Now, we leave for Europe in about…two hours. We will get there early, check-in, do what we need to do and then relax”. She looks down at her clipboard and checks it over once more.

Austin nods his head in agreement. He looks down at his phone and scrunches his eyebrows.

“It’s so weird” he says aloud.

“What’s wrong?” Miranda asks still looking at her papers on the board.

“I just really thought [Y/N] would have texted me by now. Are you sure you gave her my number?” Austin asks.

Miranda stops what she’s doing. Frozen. She looks up at Austin and shrugs.

“Of course I gave her your number, honey. Maybe she’s just busy…I would let it go. You need to focus on this movie audition! This will bring you A list status. I promise you that!” Miranda exclaims.

Austin sighs, “I should have just asked for her number….Well, I’m sure she’ll text me later. I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll be ready to go soon”

Austin takes one last sip of his coffee and walks upstairs.

Miranda looks around the room and then ruffles through a few papers on her board. She unclips a small piece of paper and held it up.

Almost forgot. Here’s my number: 555-555-5555 I’d like to continue what we started… Xo, A

Miranda thought about last night. She thought about the moment that Austin jumped up from the couch and tried to race outside and ask for your number. Luckily for Miranda, Austin’s phone rang at that exact moment and it was Baz congratulating him on a wonderful party. As Austin was on the phone, he tore off a piece of paper and scribbled on it. He held the phone away from his face.

“Please Miranda, she’s probably still outside. Can you give this to her? I forgot to give her my number earlier when we were talking” Austin pleaded. 

Miranda looked at him.

“I really like her” he whispers.

Miranda put on a smile and took the paper. She walked outside the front door and looked around. She watched as you walked down the driveway with your heels in hand and bag slung over your shoulder.

Miranda felt bad….almost. But then she remembered she wasn’t getting paid to feel bad. She was getting paid to get her client fame.

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 1: Rimming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,560

Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!

“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,”  Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?”  “Something called Anal Punisher 3.”  “Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate.  “I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.”   “As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.”  “That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head.  “Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.”  You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse.  “And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.”  It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.”   “Sorry love,”  “But  y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.”  Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?”  “Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.”  “If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.” 

But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips.   “Benny?”  “Huh?”  His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him.  “Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,”  “What?”   He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying.   You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.”  “Think?”  “Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?”  “Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion.  “You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.”  “Mmmm,”  “I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?”  “Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again.   “Don’t you want me Benny?”  He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.”  “You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at.  He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes.   It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.  

Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck.  “Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?”  You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?”  Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.”  It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant.  “What do you mean Benny?”  “Ummm....arse.....cock.”  It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?”  “Yeah,”  “Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?”  Ben nodded.  “Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?”  He nodded again, “Yes. Please.”  You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap.  Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken.  “If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,”  He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom. 

Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind.   It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.”  It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically.  “You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.”  Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed. 

You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you.   All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.  

It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he’d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.  

Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked.   “Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have.  Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt.   With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own.  Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole.   It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again.   And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding.  Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole. 

You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum.  “Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?”  Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle.  Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again.   “God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you.  Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so. 

Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more.   “God Ben. You’re hard right?”  Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes.  "So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.”  You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders.  Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance.  “Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.”  Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices.   A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him.  Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace.   Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something.   “What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him.  “Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot.   And then he began to fuck you.   You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.  

You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse.   It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided.  But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release.   You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you.   Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan.  He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.  

It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out.  “Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet.  With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too.   He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours.   You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly.  Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed.   “Are you okay?” He asked slowly.  You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.”  He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.”  With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?”  “All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.”  “Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.”  His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?”  “Only spit and my cum.”  “Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?”  “It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.”  “Babe!”  “Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.”  “I always want you badly.”  You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?”  “You liked it?”  “Well you were very thorough.”  Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again.  “I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.”  “Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.”  “What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?” 

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[5raysofsunshine]

Let's Go Home - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Hi friends! Here's a little piece I just finished while at work today. It's been a minute since I've posted so I hope you all enjoy it! I'm working on putting together a tag list form so be on the lookout for that in my pinned post! update: it's up! please check it out in my pinned post or here!

Description: You pick up Emily from the hospital after she gets hurt out in the field. Morgan and Prentiss are the best besties! You and Emily are married! It's cute, I promise!

Rating: G. I don't think there's anything that should be tw but if there is lmk!

Word count: 921

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"Morgan, slow down! You maniac!" Emily shouts as Derek pushes her wheelchair down the hospital walkway. He’s not walking very fast, but his pace isn’t slow either. The man laughs as he slowly swerves Emily left and right, making race car sounds. Emily keeps warning him to knock it off, but you can tell by her megawatt smile and laughter that she is enjoying the ride.

You watch the two agents from outside the double doors of the hospital's main entrance, holding a pair of crutches Emily had tucked away in the hall closet of the apartment. "Oh my god, you two are ridiculous!"

Derek slows Emily's wheelchair to a stop in front of you, "Don't worry, Y/n! She's fine!"

"I have a broken ankle, Morgan. Things could be better." Emily says, rolling her eyes. She’s wearing a boot cast on her left foot. The agent had gotten her foot caught in a booby trap the unsub had set, causing her ankle to be clamped by the mechanism. Thankfully, Derek managed to pry it apart for Emily to pull her foot out, but they knew Emily was hurt badly and had to be sent to the hospital.

You sigh, "Well I agree that things could be better. You could not have a broken ankle and we could've avoided a hospital visit. But hey, at least it's only your ankle, right?" You say, trying to sound optimistic but you can’t help the hint of sarcasm in your tone. It's rare that Emily gets injured out in the field, but when she does, you've learned over the past couple years of being with her that worrying and panicking helps no one. Of course you still worry and panic regardless, but you keep it under wraps much better than when you two first started dating. Right now, you're just relieved that your wife is okay... ish.

Derek holds his hands out for Emily to take, "Alright, princess. Let’s get you out of that chair.” Emily nods, grabbing one of his hands to pull herself out of the chair. She winces as she stands and balances on her right foot before you help tuck the crutches under her arms. "I'll wheel this back inside. You guys go home. I'll check in with you tomorrow, okay? Remember to take it easy and-"

"Don’t walk without crutches, yeah yeah. Morgan, I got this. I’ll be fine. This isn’t my first time, you know.” Your wife says, annoyed.

You smile up at Derek, "Hence why we have a pair of crutches with her initials on them.” The three of you chuckle at the fact that yes, Emily’s crutches have her initials on them. Along with several glitter stickers, courtesy of Penelope. “Trust me D, I'll make sure she gets rest and doesn't do anything dumb." You look pointedly at Emily, who frowns.

“Hey, I’m careful and responsible! I can take care of myself! You of all people should know that, that’s why you married me!” She argues before beginning to walk towards the parking lot. Luckily, you were able to find a spot close enough that it wouldn't be too long of a walk. You want to get Emily home as soon as possible so you can (attempt to) take care of her.

“Yes honey,” you say as you unlock your car. “Your sense of responsibility and independence are great qualities that I admire very much. But those aren’t necessarily the reasons why I married you.”

“Oh yeah?” Emily asks as you open the car door for her. She hands you her crutches and settles herself into the passenger seat.

“Mmhmm, I happen to find you incredibly sexy too.” You notice one of the stickers is about to peel off, so you press it back down before placing the crutches in the back seat. Quickly making your way around the car, you open the driver’s side door and slide into the seat. “Having a hot wife has always been a goal of mine, and you were the perfect candidate.”

You start the car as Emily laughs, “Do you still think I’m sexy-”

You quickly interrupt her before she can finish her sentence. “Yes.”

“But, even with this-” She gestures to her cast, but you quickly interrupt her again.

“Yes, Em. You’re still sexy as hell, even if you have a boot and crutches. I’ll always find you hot, you know that. I mean, if I can still find you sexy after you came home with food poisoning from that new Thai place last year, then you should never doubt my attraction to you.”

Your wife scoffs, “That was the most terrible case of food poisoning I ever had.”

“Oh I know, I was there.” You say with a grin.

“Shut up!�� Emily playfully shoves your shoulder before staring at you, her tongue pokes out to lick her lips.

“Why don’t you make me.” You say teasingly. Emily leans over the center console and grabs your face to pull you in for a kiss. You immediately melt at the contact, reminding you that you haven’t kissed your wife in two days since she was out of town for her current case.

The kiss lasts for three long seconds, followed by three little pecks. Emily rests her forehead against yours and your noses brush against each other. “Thank you for coming to get me,” she whispers, “I love you so much.”

You press another kiss to your wife’s lips before replying, “I love you too, Em. Now let’s go home.”

[bowandcurtsey]

BC captains angst to comfort/fluff they accidentally called their s/o "annoying" or they snapped on the reader because of the stress from work.

Hi Anony! Since you didn’t specify which Captain, and I have a similar request, I'll be picking 3 each request!

Rill | Fuegoleon | William

Rill boismortier

"Welcome home dear!" You beamed at your man, "How was your day?"

"I'm okay y/n, kinda long day.." The aqua dear captain was not his usually cheery self.

"Are you alright? did you get injured anywhere?" You checked him for any visible wounds.

"Nono, I'm fine." He shrugged as he threw himself on the couch.

"Would you like me to run a warm bath for you dear?"

"No..."

"Want me to whip up something for you to eat?"

"Geez!" he raised his voice suddenly. "Can you not annoy me??" He snapped all of a sudden.

The room was silent for awhile.

"Didn't know that caring for you would be annoying." you blurted out flatly.

"Not today y/n." Rill snarled. "I'm really too tired to deal with you today."

Tears pricked at your eyes hearing his hurtful words. You clenched your jaw, body trembling and you went into your room and shut the door.

Rill subsequently dozed off from the fatigue of the day.

He woke up from the rays of sunlight shining through the window, the house was cold and silent.

His stomach was growling and suddenly he recalled on your offer to make him food last night. Pangs of guilt hit him as his memory formed, reminding him of how he spoke to you last night.

“Shit.” He muttered to himself and sprang up on his feet to your shared room.

He found you asleep soundly. He heaved a sigh of relief seeing your calm form. He went over and kneeled beside the bed. He was about to touch your face when he realised the pillow was wet.

You had been crying all night until you fell asleep. His heart broke and at that moment, he wanted to slap himself for hurting you.

You were always so supportive and caring for him, even on days where he neglected you, you loved him unconditionally. And he promised to protect you, yet he was the cause of your pain today.

He caressed your sleeping face, leaning his forehead on yours as he whispered, “I’m so sorry my love.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled, still half asleep.

Tears threatened to spill as his heart warmed up, feeling so blessed to be love by someone like you.

He crawled into bed and pulled you into a tight cuddle, whispering sweet nothings to you.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

It has been a month of anguish for Fuegoleon, there was a traitor in the Vermillion family and someone has been selling their family secrets, causing the family to receive threats.

The Crimson lion captain has been in his office dealing with mountain high of paper works and you decided to visit him at his office one day.

He looked up at you as you entered and lowered his head again to read the paper on his desk, one arm holding onto his head.

“What is it y/n?”

“Honey, you need a break, it’s been 2 weeks since you came home!”

“Mmhmm.” Was his only reply.

“Fue, I don’t want you to jeopardise your health, how will you lead your team?”

“Oh for godness sake, did you come all the way here to annoy me y/n?” He snapped in frustration.

Fue was always well tempered and seldom got angry at you. It wasn’t like you were being unreasonable as well, you were just thinking for his best interest at heart.

You turned and left the room, unsure of how to react to his angry fit towards you. Tears flowed down from your eyes, acting as a release to your disappointed heart.

Fuegoleon felt guilt the moment the words left his tongue. He watched as you turned and went out of his office, not know what to say to you.

How could I say those words to the love of my life?

After 3 minutes of antagonising over what he said to you, he decided he had to go after you to apologise.

He rode salamander, searching for you. Finally, he saw your frame sitting just by the river bank. He came up from behind you.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean what I said just now”

“Mmhmm.” You didn’t even turn around to look at him.

He came up to your side and placed a hand on your head, “I’m sorry my love, work has been stressful of late..”

You pulled his hand away, tears still prickling in your eyes, “is that an excuse to neglect and hurt your girlfriend?”

He bit on his bottom lip seeing your pained expression. He lifted his hands to your face and held you with both arms.

Despite your struggles, he refused to let you go. “I promise not to do that again darling, please give me a chance to redeem myself.” He wiped the tears off your face.

You broke down crying again as the tension in your heart was released and you felt so relieved.

Fue pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, stroking the back of your head, “i love you so much y/n”

William Vangeance

Your boyfriend has been busy for months after the elf invasion; he and the golden dawn were trying hard to make amends to the kingdom for the mess they had made.

One day you decided to visit him on site where he was fixing some of the damaged shophouses.

“Honey, it’s been days since you even rested..”

“It’s okay, I’m not tired.”

“Please, you need to rest...” you tugged on his hand.

He pulled his hand away, “no, I said I’m ok.”

“Honey..” you pleaded, “just listen to me for once and head home for a short nap, ok?”

“Just leave me alone y/n! Why are you so annoying?” He snapped suddenly.

You stood there frozen as his words pierced through your heart. Tears streamed down your face.

“I’m just so worried for you...” you said between sobs.

William felt guilt more stronger than he ever had. As if destroying the nation was not bad enough, he even hurt his beloved now.

“Y/n, I’m sorry...” he reached over to you.

“NO!” You stepped back, “it’s fine! You can work until you collapse and I won’t even care!” You spun around and left.

William clenched his fist as his heart stung at your words. He had already lost the trust of his comrades and the nation, and now he might lose you.

Are you an idiot? He thought to himself. He chased after you immediately.

He held onto your hand as he caught up with you. You tried to pulled away but he held on tightly.

“Go and fix your kingdom!” You shouted.

He pulled you into an embrace from the back.

“Can’t fix the kingdom if I can’t even fix my relationship” you whispered in your ear. “I have lost almost everything, but I can’t lose you. You have always been there through all my insecurities and mistakes. I can’t afford to not have you in my life. I’m sorry sweetheart”

You remained silent, still upset about his previous lashing.

“I’m sorry I’ve neglected you for months now,” he kissed your temple, “Let’s go home for a nice cuddle and nap session?

You nodded your head, as your boyfriend carried you bridal style back home.

-end-

I hope you like these short angst to fluff fics!! I have another similar request, and that will be for Yami, Nozel and Jack!

Any new requests sent in now will take about 2 weeks to fufil because there are quite a number of requests in the ask box as of now! 😅

Don’t worry Aine will write them all, please give me time! 🥰

[faofinn]

14. 'I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It's Fine.'

@sicktember

Within the week, Harrison had succumbed to the cold the family had all suffered through. Miserable in bed, he was just happy that they'd gotten through Christmas. The boys were all still off, though, in that weird post-holiday daze. With   his immunosuppressants, he'd known it would be a case of when, not if, he'd catch it. 

Still, it hit him like a freight train. He'd had the start of a sniffle when he woke up, but by lunchtime, he was stuck on the sofa. Each movement set him off coughing, each sniffle and sneeze making everything ten times worse. 

Taidgh was worried about his husband. They'd all been hoping he'd avoid the cold the others had had, even though they knew it was unlikely. His immunosupressants just made it more worrying, the likelihood of him getting more sick looming over their heads. He fussed the best he could, but he knew what Harrison was like. Too stubborn for his own good. Next to him in bed, he worried at every cough, listening to every breath. 

Harrison tossed and turned, eventually giving up as it turned light. He headed downstairs and settled on the sofa, wrapped in the blankets there. His paracetamol had yet to kick in, and he felt awful.

Taidgh hadn't had much sleep either, but he must have dozed off at some point, because when he rolled into his space, he found it empty. Sheila had taken the boys overnight, so Harrison could rest, and it gave Tai the space to worry about his husband without the kids underfoot. 

He grabbed a hoodie and headed downstairs, worried. “Hars?”

Propped up on the sofa, Harrison had eventually fallen asleep. The tv played quietly in the background, reruns of infomercials and crappy adverts.

When Taidgh didn't get a reply, he was even more worried. But as he came downstairs he found Harrison on the sofa, asleep and curled up in about a million blankets. With a sigh, he headed into the kitchen to make tea for the pair of them, plenty of honey in Harrison's. 

Tais pottering on in the kitchen woke him up, leaving him dazed and confused. He barely made it to sitting before he started coughing again, struggling to catch his breath between bouts. 

He was more than a little grumpy, pissed at Taidgh for being so loud. He always was, it was usually part of his charm, but when Harrison wanted peace and quiet? Far from helpful.

Tai settled next to Harrison, humming. “Made you tea.”

"I don't want tea."

“Honey in it, to soothe your throat.”

“I’m not sick. I don’t need it.”

“Mm, sure. I’m sure I married you with that fucking awful cough, come to think of it.”

“Oh, piss off.” He grumbled, falling into Tai’s lap.

“Coughed all the way through the vows.”

"Stop." He gently slapped Tai's knee.

“Why I married you, really.”

"Shut up." He shook his head, adjusting his blankets. "I'm trying to sleep."

“I love you, you daft sod.”

"You30'.re just saying that to be nice."

“I’m always nice.”

"Only when you want something."

“Ouch.” He said, reaching down to run his hand through Harrison’s hair. “I’m worried about you.”

Harrison hummed in content. “I’m fine.”

“Mm, sure you are.”

“Okay, fine. I might be a teeny, tiny bit sick. But it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“A teeny tiny bit, eh?”

“I already regret saying anything.”

“Of course you do. You need to be careful. Should I call your doctor?”

“God no, they’ll just admit me.”

“Maybe for good reason.”

"Tai, no." He whined. "I'll be fine, I just need to rest."

“You just said your doctor would probably admit you!”

"They're just being dramatic. I'm gonna go to bed."

“At least stay put here for a bit. You look comfy.”

He sniffed. "I was until you started bugging me."

“Alright. Have a nap, then. I’ll keep playing with your hair.”

Harrison hummed, already drifting. "I'm not even tired."

“Mmhmm.”

"I'm fine."

“Sure you are.”

He'd almost fallen asleep when he started coughing again. Back pressed up against Tai, he groaned,his body shaking with effort exhaustion.

Tai rubbed his arm in an attempt to soothe him. “Oh, Hars.”

"I might not be okay."

“You sound awful. Why don’t we call your doctor?”

"Maybe we should."

“I’ll call. And Sheila, too. She can have the boys tonight.”

"Can she?"

“I'm sure if she can't, Fao or Finn can. Let's worry about you.”

"Can we just stay here?"

“Let's just see what they say.”

"Just for a little longer. Go to bed, lie with me."

“Half an hour in bed.” Tai agreed reluctantly. “And then I’m calling.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Not a Baby: Nat and Chris (And Ronnie)

CW: The first part is pure fluff with a couple underage drinking references/jokes. Second part references the events of Chris getting appendicitis (One, Two, Three, Four) and takes place while he is healing from surgery. Includes surgery references, whumpee rejecting medication, medical trauma references

Sometimes, you just want bittersweet fluff lined with angst.

-

“You gotta help me out,” Tristan sings along with the radio as they wait at a red light, Ronnie furtively checking her phone. “It’s all a blur last ni-eee-eye-ee-ight…”

One message from Paul, just now out of bed after a longer-than-usual workday had fully wiped him out, thanking her for leaving some food in the fridge. She smiles, faintly, at the sight of the little heart emojis he leaves after every single text. 

He’s not much for showing emotion in his face, not like Tristan wears his own feelings on his sleeve, but he knows how to make sure Ronnie feels loved. He always has.

The light turns green, and she taps on the gas, then lets her foot slowly press down. Next to her, Tristan dances in his seat, totally unselfconscious, rocking back and forth. 

“We need a taxi, ‘cause you’re hungover and I’m broke…”

Ronnie starts laughing, one hand over her mouth, the other still on the wheel.

He blinks, turning to look at her. They just clipped his hair short last week, getting him ready for the next competition coming up. She never expected to be a Gymnastics Mom, not once, but here she is, chaperoning her teenage son to the gym on a Saturday afternoon, where he more or less lives these days. “What?”

“I just. It’s something else to listen to your teenage son sing about being hungover, Tris. That’s all. You’re way too young for this song. And probably just for Katy Perry in general, not that anyone should listen to-”

“Mom.” Tristan rolls his eyes, leaning over and pointedly turning the volume up on the radio. “I like Katy Perry. And I, I, I know what hungover is. I’m not, not, not, not-... not-not four years old. I’m fifteen.”

“Fair enough, but I don’t think my fifteen-year-old should know about being hungover, either.” She takes a turn, the radio cheerfully blaring that’s what you get for waking up in Vegas and she wonders why she keeps letting Tris pick the radio station, exactly, when they could be listening to some perfectly fine soft rock right about now. “What do you get up to at Aki’s, huh? Maybe I need to speak to Aimi. Ask if you’re having wild parties as soon as I leave.”

“Oh my god, Mom.” Tristan turns bright red, and she tries not to enjoy how much he’s his father’s son - always but especially when he blushes, the red seeming to make the scattering of pale freckles stand out even more, not less, when he does. “You are, are not going to-... we don’t drink, Mom. We just, just watch shows and… hang out.”

“I know, baby,” Ronnie says, laughter still edging her voice. “I’m teasing you, that’s all.”

He glares out the windshield where he sits next to her, running his fingers up and down the smooth seatbelt, along its edge. Back and forth, enjoying the mix of silk and rough in the texture, she thinks. 

“I’m not a, a, a, a baby,” He mumbles, all teenage resentment and irritation. 

“Oh, honey. That’s the downside of having parents,” Ronnie says, gentling her voice down to affection, taking another turn. She can see the gym now, down at the end of the street. Aimi will probably already be here with Aki, she figures, and maybe they can make a coffee run while the boys practice. “It doesn’t matter how old you get. You could be fifty and I could be sixty-seven and I’d still see you wrapped in that hospital blanket looking up at me with big eyes. Even when we’re both old, you’ll still be my baby.”

He rolls his eyes again, but this time she catches the hint of a smile he’s trying to hide pulling at one side of his mouth. Tristan leans forward and switches the radio station over to Ronnie’s favorite, then falls back into his seat, focusing on the seatbelt again.

Sometimes, like his father, he doesn’t know how to say he loves her, but he always knows how to show it.

-

Two and a half years later

Nat came down for a glass of water, only to find Chris wide awake on the couch at 3 am, top teeth biting down so hard on his bottom lip she was afraid he’d draw blood, making his slow, careful, shuffling way towards the stairs.

She’d managed to convince him to go back to the couch, or really more or less command him, but the trade-off was promising she’d stay downstairs with him for a while.

Now, instead of water she has a mug of hot tea steaming gently on the side table, instead of her warm bed she has Chris’s head resting on a pillow in her lap while she runs fingers slowly through his hair - dark red in the night, lit with a hint of silver by the reflected light coming off the television - and instead of dreams, she has reruns of Frasier.

“You palmed your pain medication earlier, didn’t you?” She asks the question as gently as she can, without judgement.

He doesn’t answer, green eyes locked on the television, where the main character’s younger brother is preparing for a date and managing to set an ironing board on fire in the process. It’s probably one of the best scenes in television history, but Nat can’t even begin to pay attention to it. Worry has her all twisted up, heart beating a little too fast, as she picks up her mug and takes a sip, honey and lemon and yes, a little bit of whiskey in her tea all settling over her tongue. 

“Chris,” She says, softly. “I asked you a question.”

“Mmmhmm,” is all he says, and he doesn’t move. His head is a soft weight against her leg, and his hair runs like silk through her fingers. He’s pale not just from the darkness and the late-night TV, but from the pain he must be in, must be holding back.

Of course, there’s no one who has come through her house who hasn’t been pretty good at hiding pain, after a while. Once you’re drowned in it, once it’s your everyday truth, you learn not so much to actually hide it as simply to go on living with it. 

No one Chris’s age should already be so good at this.

“You have to take those, or you’re going to hurt like this all the time for a while,” Nat says, trying to keep from lecturing him. His freckles stand out more, lit by the cool blue-tinged light of TV. She watches him smile, just a little, at the slapstick comedy going on. “It’ll take longer for your incision to heal if you-”

“Don’t, don’t like pills,” Chris whispers, and she watches one of his hands, palm flat, running up and down the heavy weighted blanket she’s laid over him. It’s soft as rabbit fur, and he starts to hum, nearly a whisper, as he touches it. “Jake’s gone. Out. Didn’t… didn’t want them.”

Nat takes a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly. “Chris, you can’t only take pills when Jake is here to give them to you. He can’t always be here, he has things he does outside of this house-”

“I know. But… I didn’t want them. I, I, I don’t mind hurting a little.”

The funny thing is, it’s not bluster. He really doesn’t. Chris would really rather lay here, awake in the middle of the night, in terrible pain than simply put two pills into his mouth and wash them down with water. There’s been too much done to him with drugs, and he’s not the only one she’s had to help recover the idea of medicine as something other than torture.

He’ll get there.

She hopes.

“Okay, well… where did you put them?”

There’s silence, again, but this time he shifts a little, a flash of his hurt and discomfort across his expression. “In, in the couch cushions.”

“Do you have any of your other doses in there?”

“... mmhmm.”

“Chris…” She sighs, putting her hand up to her forehead, rubbing her fingers just above the bridge of her nose as the tension starts to build behind her eyes. Oh, her head’s going to hurt soon. She can’t just be up at night like she used to without paying for it the next day. “How many have you skipped? Huh?”

“... four.”

“Four. Four times-... okay.” She exhales, slowly - he’s tense under her hand, now, and she can feel the worry in him. Knows he’s trying to figure out if he’ll be in trouble, get punished. Disciplined for the ways he’s learned to live with what happened to him.

A different kind of test than what he’s tried on Jake, but it’s still a test.

“Chris. I can’t tell you how much I don’t want to have to sit here and watch you and see you swallow them. I know that it’s hard for you, I do, and I’m so sorry that we have to do this, but I have to take care of you. I want to take care of you. And part of that is making sure you know how to care for yourself. When you’re recovering from serious surgery-”

“The, the, the, the cut’s not even that big,” He mutters, a hint of irritation. 

Nat feels a surge of affection for him that, if she were standing, would nearly knock her off her feet. Chris interrupting her, Chris being pouty and sulky and every inch a seventeen-year-old boy, is a new thing. She doesn’t take it for granted.

It’s just… a little inconvenient right now.

“It doesn’t matter how big it is. It went all the way inside your stomach, and it was a pretty serious surgery. You need these pills or you are going to hurt like hell for so much longer than if you take them and get better. You got it?”

He sighs, but relaxes against her again, and she starts running fingers through his hair again, simple and maternal. “Yeah. I, I do.”

“Okay. Let’s watch the show and see if maybe you’re up for taking your dose and heading back to sleep in a bit, huh?”

“Will you, you, you stay? Even if I-... even if I do, and fall asleep?” He twists a little to look up her and winces as it pulls the still-tender muscles in his abdomen. “Will you stay?”

Nat thinks about how badly her back’s going to hurt in the morning. The headache already trying to sneak its way in around the edges. How she’s going to end up napping half the day away and not getting a damn thing done she had planned.

Then she just smiles down at him, at his wide green eyes in his narrow face and the heavy blanket hiding every other inch of him in softness and warmth. “Yeah, okay. I’ll stay right here with you, ‘til Ant’s up in the morning. How’s that sound?”

“Good. See if you can get comfortable for a bit.”

The two of them fall back into an easy silence, broken only by the low-volume of the TV show, and get through two more episodes of Frasier before Nat’s tea is gone and she and Chris are both half-asleep on the couch, her hand simply resting on his hair, now, light but ever-present. 

Eyes closed, the television’s cool blue still dancing against the inside of her eyelids, she hears Chris mumble, “Night, Nat,” in a sleep-slurred voice. It’s got to be four in the morning, there’s not much night left.

“Night, baby,” Nat murmurs.

“Not a, a baby, Mom,” Chris whispers, but both of them are too close to sleep to notice.

-

Tagging: @burtlederp , @finder-of-rings , @endless-whump , @whumpfigure , @astrobly @newandfiguringitout , @doveotions , @pretty-face-breaker , @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump  , @oops-its-whump  @cubeswhump ,  @whump-tr0pes  @downriver914 @vickytokio @whumpiary @orchidscript @moose-teeth @nonsensical-whump @outofangband

[fluffymcu]

Letting Loose

Requested chapter 21

This is a continuation of my series and all future chapters that I write for this series will be written as requested chapters

Request: Bucky has to fight for his bed back after you decide it’s yours now @raincloudanon

Word count: 2,175

You woke up in a sweat, immediately wanting to go to Steve’s room and explain to him about your nightmare and hug him closely. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t here. He was on a mission, which is why you were having a nightmare.

You dreamt that your brother was killed in battle and that Tony and the rest of the team were carrying his body back home in a bag. Tony walked over to you with a mourning face and was about to put his hand on your shoulder to tell you the horrible news when you snapped awake. 

Taking a few deep breaths and holding back the tears, you got out of bed and walked down the hallway. The next best person to go to for comfort was Bucky. You knew he battled with nightmares too so you knew he could relate to you.

Reaching his door, you peeked inside to see him sleeping on his back, with his flesh arm draped over his eyes, snoring softly. You almost felt bad to be waking him up when it was a good night for him. He rarely got to sleep at night. But you knew he would want you to wake him up instead of dealing with a nightmare alone. You walked over to his side of the bed and gently grabbed his arm, slowly pulling it away from his face. “Bucky?” You whispered. 

With a sharp inhale, he woke up and looked at you, smiling softly. “Hey muffin, what’s up?” He asked, his voice raspy as he turned his body a bit to face you. You looked down to the ground as bit your lip.

“I had a nightmare.” You squeaked, a tear finally dropping down your cheek. Bucky frowned and opened his arms to you.

“Oh, baby, come here. I’m so sorry you had a nightmare.” He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. “Wanna talk about it?” 

You shrugged and sighed. “I just dreamt that Steve died on the mission... and the team was bringing him home in a bag. It was so scary and it felt so real.” You sniffled, trying not to cry anymore. Bucky hummed and kissed the crown of your head. 

“Again honey, I’m so sorry. But it was just a dream. Steve is just fine. You know he can take care of himself.” He said reassuringly. You knew that was true, but you couldn’t shake the thought of the possibility of him losing his life on the mission. 

With hopefulness in your voice, you looked at Bucky with your famous puppy eyes. “Can we call him?...Just to make sure?” You asked. Bucky looked in your eyes for a moment. He knew that probably wouldn’t be a good idea, considering he could be on an important stealth mission or they could catch him at a wrong time. But he knew the feeling you were feeling. Desperation to feel sure of something. So how could he say no to you? Plus, he couldn’t lie, those puppy eyes did wonders. 

With a soft smile, he nodded. “Sure muffin. We can try. Let’s see if he picks up.” He said, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and dialing Steve’s number, putting it on speaker. It rang for what felt like forever, but finally, he picked up the phone.

“Hello?” 

Your face immediately lit up as you featured the biggest smile ever when you heard his voice. A huge wave of relief washed over your whole body and you thanked God he was okay. Bucky also smiled when he saw your reaction and he chuckled, patting your side.

“Hey Steve, you busy?” Bucky asked, holding the phone up. 

“I got a few minutes, What’s up?” 

“There’s someone who wants to talk to you..” He hummed, leaning the whole your way. You smiled widely as you hugged Bucky closer. 

“Hi Steve!” You chirped. 

“Hey, bubba.” Steve hummed, grinning at the sound of your voice. “I miss you!” 

You giggled and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I miss you too.” You said. 

“She wanted to check to see if you were okay. She had a little nightmare and it kinda scared her a bit. So she’s checking on you.” Bucky said, chiming in. 

“Aww, Princess, of course I’m okay. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You know I’ve been fighting bullies bigger than me since I was a kid. I know you were really young but I know you can remember me coming home all beat up. I can handle myself, alright?” He said.

“Yeah, I know. I just get worried sometimes. I’m waiting for you to come home already.”

“I know Princess. It’s okay. And I’ll be home in a few more days.” 

You nodded, your smile falling just a bit. “Okay.”

“Have you started making the plans for my welcome home cake yet?” He asked, the smile in his voice evident. Your smile picked back up as you smirked. 

“Nohoho. Not yet.” You said, shaking your head a bit. 

“Well you better hurry! Cause I’m not coming home unless I know I’m coming home to a welcome home cake...” He threatened playfully. “Otherwise I’m gonna have to have a long vacation over here... I heard the beaches here are beautiful.” He teased, making you giggle. 

“Ohokay, okay, you’ll get your cake.” You chuckle, playing with the fabric of Bucky’s shirt. 

“I better..,” He warned. After that, you heard Sam calling Steve in the background and you knew he was going to have to leave now. Part of you felt sad but at least you knew he was okay and that’s more than what you could have asked for. “I have to go now princess. But don’t worry about me. Just have my cake ready and I’ll be there, okay?” 

You smiled softly and nodded. “Okay,, Be safe.”

“Alright, man. See you soon.” Bucky said. 

“..Bye...” You sighed, your voice fading a bit at the end. “Love you.”

“Bye bubba. I love you too.” 

The line clicked and Bucky put his phone back down on the nightstand. “See? Everything’s fine. Steve is okay.” He said, smiling at you. You nodded with a grin and buried your face into his chest. 

“Thank you for calling him.” You said, your voice muffled. Bucky chuckled and patted your back. 

“Of course, doll. Anything for you.” He hummed. “Think you can rest easy now?” You nodded with a soft smile. “Good. Just to make sure, you can sleep here tonight in case you need anything else. Your head lifted up to look at him with a wide smile. 

“Really?”

“Of course princess!” He chuckled, throwing the blanket over you and cuddling you close. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt so warm and peaceful and calm. You quickly felt yourself fall asleep. 

“Thanks Buck.” You mumbled, falling asleep right after, Bucky soon following.

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You woke up to Bucky’s alarm clock blaring at 7:00am. You groaned lightly and stirred a bit as you opened your eyes. Bucky had just turned back over from turning the alarm off and smiled sweetly at you. “Good morning, sunshine.” He sang. 

You returned the gesture with a smile and gripped the sheets tighter. “Good morning.”

“Feel a little better today?” Bucky asked, rubbing your cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Mmhmm!” You hummed, nodding. Bucky smiled with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Good, I'm glad… now get out; off you go.” He said, waving you off. “Id like to have my bed back for the last few minutes of my morning before I have to get up and train.” He sighed playfully, although he did mean what he said.

“Mm-mm.” you hummed, shaking your head cheekily and hugging his pillow. “This is my bed now.” You giggled. 

Bucky raised his eyebrows and looked at you incredulously. “Uhh, no it is not, ma’am. Imma need it back.” He declared, giving you a side smirk. Still, you stood your ground. 

“Nope. I'm staying here. You can spend the last minutes of your morning on the floor.” You smirked, nodding once. 

Bucky gasped silently and smiled at your sudden confidence. He was gonna smush that real fast.                                                                                            “Oh really? Then it looks like I'm gonna have to fight to get my bed back, huh?” he asked, suddenly tackling you and pinning you to the mattress. You squealed loudly as he began to go straight for your ribs, digging and prodding his fingers in between each bone.

“NAHAHA! Buhuhucky dohohont!” You cried, kicking out your legs as much as you could since they were the only body parts that weren’t being completely pinned down by Bucky.

“I know my rights; every person is entitled to have their own bed.” He smirked, blowing a short raspberry on your neck, eliciting a squeal. He then started to spider his fingers down your sides, until he reached your hips. You arched your back and screamed, letting out loud belly laughter as you tried to fight him off. “Oooh, this is a bad spot, isn’t it?” He chuckled, lifting your shirt with his mouth to blow big, ticklish raspberries on your belly while still not pausing his attack on your hips. 

You threw your head back as you cackled, gripping his hands tightly to push them away but it was no use. Bucky started laughing along with you at your attempts to stop him. However, you were very very stubborn. Always were.    “I’M STILL NOT GETTIHIHING OHOHOUT!!” You laughed, shaking your head side to side defiantly. Bucky chortled deeply and his wide smirk didn’t make you feel like you were winning. 

“Ohoho, we’ll fix that right up.” He teased, grabbing your wrists in one hand and tasing the middle of your belly with the other. With a shriek, you instinctively brought your legs up to your chest but it wasn’t enough to block his hands from evilly tickling your belly. 

“BUHUHUCKYYY!” You cried, tears of mirth gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

“That tickles, doesn’t it? Makes you just wanna get out of my bed, huh?” He chuckled, dipping his finger in your belly button, knowing how sensitive it is for you. 

You still shook your head with hysterical laughter, unable to form words. Bucky gaped at you and how you managed to take so much of this today. You usually couldn’t handle more than 5 minutes of this with him. He was impressed. 

“Wow, you are a tough one to crack today, aren’t ya?” He laughed, letting go of your belly and grabbing your legs, holding your ankles in a headlock. “Guess I’m gonna have to go for the big guns.” He shrugged, rapidly vibrating his fingers in the backs of your thighs. You convulsed on the mattress letting out all kinds of shrieks and squeals, trying your best to get your legs out of his grip. 

“HAHAHAHAHA BUHUHUCKYYY! STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” Your stomach was cramping form all the laughter and your voice was going hoarse. Bucky kept going however, switching legs every couple of seconds, never letting you get used to the feeling. 

“Do you give?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he continued. 

“BUCKY!!!” 

“I guess that’s a no.” He shrugged, getting prepared to rain raspberries on your belly again but before he could, you finally gave in. 

“NO WAHAHAIT! WAHAIT! I GIHIHIVE PLEASE I GIVE!” You begged, hugging yourself tightly as you let out residual laughter and regained your breath. Bucky sat back with a wide smirk.

“I knew it wouldn’t have taken much more to getcha.” He teased, pinching your side playfully, making you flint with a yelp. You growled with a fake frown and lightly kicked at him. 

“You’re so evil!” You whined, pointing at him. Bucky only laughed and pulled you to his chest, sighing deeply. 

“Only when I need to be.” He said, kissing your head. “And today I had to fight to get my bed back. Otherwise you would have taken over everything! First my bed, then my room, then my food, then who knows what else you’d take over?” He shrugged with his eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile.

“Whatever. You can have my bed back, I guess.” You sighed, sliding off his lap and onto the floor, quickly getting up. Bucky looked at you with narrowed eyes. 

“Excuse me, your bed?” He asked, leaning towards you intimidatingly. “Do we need to go over this again? Cause I still got a few more minutes before my training starts!” He threatens, poking teasingly at your belly, making you double over and back away. 

“Nohoho! no mohore. I get it. It’s your bed.” You giggled, lifting a hand to surrender. 

“That’s right. Now get outta here, you little monkey.” He smiled, ruffling your hair and gently pushing you in the direction of the door while he went to get changed for the gym. 

You left his room with a smile and a warm heart, skipping down to the kitchen for breakfast to eat all of his pop-tarts as revenge. 

[babbushka]

Paradise Inn

(this is entirely @autumnlovesadam​‘s fault)

Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Kylo Ren 

In a small town just outside of Colorado Springs, there's a motel called Paradise Inn. The rooms are cheap, the furniture leaves much to be desired, the walls are thin -- but it's your favorite place to have filthy, raunchy, seedy sex with two favorite boys, Flip and Kylo.

And there's a vacancy.

5k; NSFW (threesome MMF, double penetration PIV, dom!Flip, service top!Kylo, lactation kink/breastfeeding, semi-public sex, derogatory name calling/dirty talk, multiple positions & orgasms, marathon sex) 

Available on AO3!

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The engine quiets next to a big black motorcycle outside the shop, the familiar store-front bringing a smile to your lips. Flip turns the motorcycle off, and your arms relax around his middle, no longer concerned with falling off. It’s new, the bike, a surprise present you and Kylo worked on together. He builds them, these custom motorcycles, and he does a damn good job.

You’re excited to see him, Kylo. It’s been a couple days since you were able to get together, and even longer since you got to do what you were about to go ask.

“Be back in two shakes.” You kiss Flip’s cheek, and he smiles at you, gives your ass a light pat as you hop off the back of the motorcycle and head into the shop.

You catch your reflection in the mirror, black leather halter top and dark wash jeans. Flip’s Sherpa coat protects your arms, but you let it slip off your shoulders, wanting to catch Kylo’s attention.  

He’s there right in the front, looking up as the little bell dings for a new customer. You’re not any ol’ customer though, you’re special, you’re always special. Kylo excuses himself to the man he was talking to, and opens his arms for you.

“Kylo!” You let yourself get scooped up by this hulking man. His tattoos are on full display as they wind around you and hold you tight. You kiss him sweetly on the mouth, no tongue, not yet.

“Long time no see, sweets.” He huffs against your mouth with mock-offense, making you roll your eyes and pull away from him playfully. He throws up a hand in a wave to Flip who waves back, smoking his cigarette outside.

“You came over for dinner Friday night.” You point out.

“It’s Thursday.” Kylo counters, and you grin.

That grin, he knows that grin. He knows it, knows what it means. Trouble, that’s what. Trouble in the best of ways. His dick is already twitching in his jeans, he’s already getting hard for you, for what he knows is coming.

You back him up against the cashier counter, your hand hidden between your bodies as your palm rubs up and down the crotch of his jeans, feeling just how hard he is.

It makes your mouth water, so you grin.

“Let me make it up to you?” You whisper in his ear, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. You can feel it, when your other hand reaches up to cradle the back of his skull, his long black hair silky and soft through your fingertips.

“Hm?” He’s already lost in your touch, your smell, he shudders as your nails scrape lightly against his scalp.

“We got a babysitter; Flip and I are going to…go for a ride.” You look at him, really look at him, nearly going cross-eyed from it, from trying to convey the true meaning of your words when you ask him, “Join us? Please?”

“Is – are you good for – you know – ” Kylo asks nervously, making you bite your lips with excitement.

“It’s been long enough and the doc cleared me, I’m good for it.” You reassure him. He sighs with relief, always careful with you, never wanting to hurt you. It had been nearly three months since giving birth to your daughter, and you were ready to get back into bed. “We missed you. I missed you.”

Your stomach does flips when he licks across his teeth and replies, “Let me get my jacket.”

You walk out of the shop together, and Flip pinches his cigarette to put it out when you get close enough. You cup Flip’s cheeks in your hands and kiss him deeply, tasting the Camel on his teeth, inhaling the sigh he gives you.

“Hey Flip.” Kylo says, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Thanks for coming.” Flip accepts it heartily, gives him the closest thing to a smile Flip ever gives anyone other than you.

“Always,” He shrugs, before reaching out and caressing the side of your face, “Who could ever say no to her?”

“Who would want to?” Flip agrees, and this time, Kylo is the one who almost smiles.

Your heart soars, watching your two favorite boys be good with one another.

“I’m riding with you the way there, and Flip the way back.” You tell Kylo, and he nods, one leg over his black hog and turning her on. You’re quick to follow, snuggling yourself against his back.

“Where to?” He asks Flip, because Flip’s the one who gives the orders when it’s the three of you.

“The usual place, but the diner first. I’m starving.” Flip replies easily.

With that, you all put on your helmets and the engines roar back to life, loud and nasty on the street as Kylo and Flip pull onto the open stretch of road ahead.

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Sunset in the mountains is gorgeous, you can’t help but think. Kylo and Flip cruise at a steady pace, and you nestle your head against Kylo’s back, watching the world move past. The Rockies are have exploded into a beautiful purple landscape, the sky a tie-dyed vision of lavenders magentas and fuchsia. Kylo focuses on the winding path ahead, and you focus on the feeling of the hot leather seat between your legs, how the vibrations make your clit throb.

You’re glad it’s not a far way to the next town over, you’re glad, you don’t know if you’d be able to wait too much longer.

Speak of the devil, you think, as the streetlamps of the sleepy little town come into view. The anticipation thrills you, as the tires eat the road away, the little neon sign of the diner grows larger and larger, until Kylo and Flip are pulling up into the parking lot.

Flip immediately moves to you, winds his arm around your middle and tugs you close to his side. He and Kylo look like twins almost, which you think is funny because Kylo does have twin brothers, and Flip certainly isn’t one of them.

Still, the hostess eyes them up and down, their dark hair, their strong intimidating statures, the way they’re both dressed in dark jeans and leather jackets…and you, in the middle of them, standing and waiting for a table.

“Smoking section, please.” Flip mutters, not one for wasting time.

She doesn’t say anything, just nods once and grabs a couple of menus. Not like you need them, you’ve come here one time too many, you know what you order, what you like. The waitress knows, she recognizes the three of you.

She doesn’t say anything, just gives you the menu at your table and lets you be.

You sit at one of those corner tables, the kind that’s one big booth that wraps around. Kylo slides in first, you after him, and Flip at the end, sandwiching you between them on the red and white leather seat.

A different woman comes over, much less suspecting than the first, barely looks up at you as she pulls out her little notebook, and a pen, asking you, “What’ll you have honey?”

“Number 2 combo?” You’re polite, overly polite because you know that you’ll have to make up for the brusqueness of the men on either side of you. “With a basket of fries, and a large vanilla shake with two cherries, please.”

“Boys?” The waitress asks.

“Double cheeseburger with no pickles, and a coke. Please.” Flip replies, smoking his cigarette, already handing her the menu. You smile and kiss his chin, the goatee tickling your lips for a moment or two.

“Same.” Kylo replies, and you squeeze his thigh, a little warning. “Please.”

You grin at him, and the waitress leaves without another word.

The diner is full, nearly every table is packed. You don’t care, neither of you do. Flip’s got one arm slung across the back of the booth, his leg crossed over his thigh. Kylo’s leaned back against the booth, his legs spread. They’re both hard and you wonder how long it’s going to be before Flip decides that he’s ready to go to the motel.

You thank the waitress for the food when it gets delivered, and immediately go for the milkshake. You pluck the cherries off the stem with your teeth and chew them slowly, before one at a time tying the stem into a knot with your tongue and teeth.

“One for my honey,” You kiss Flip, passing the first cherry knot into his mouth, before turning to Kylo and doing the same, “And one for my baby.”

“You’re real fuckin’ good at that ketsl, aren’t you?” Flip grins, chewing on the cherry stem for a moment, because your man isn’t nothing if he’s not a chewer, before pulling it out of his mouth and letting it rest on the little napkin coaster.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” You tease, a little bubble of laughter escaping your throat.

“What’s so funny?” Kylo asks, his hand creeping between your legs, squeezing your thigh with his big palm.

“I’m just excited. I hope they have a room open.” You say honestly, earnestly in a way that has Kylo licking his lips, giving you a little half smirk. Flip smiles, smokes his cigarette.

“Yeah? Your pussy’s wet for it?” Kylo asks, his voice very low, deep and dark in your ear. It sends shivers up your spine, your thighs press together.

He smirks again, he can feel it with the hand creeping ever closer.

“Mmhmm, want a feel?” You dare, making his eyebrows shoot up a little, looking up to Flip.

“Here?” He asks, nodding slightly to the reminder that you’re all in a very public space. No one is looking at you, no one cares, everyone too preoccupied with their own affairs, their own dinner.

“Touch her.” Flip nods, baritone rumbling through your chest. “It’s okay.”

Kylo carefully, ever so subtly, pops open the fly of your jeans and wedges his hand into your underwear. His fingers slip and slide through the folds of your pussy, his cock throbbing in his own jeans as you spread your legs a little further. It’s all so discreet, no one would ever know what’s going on under that booth. Kylo’s good about things like that.

He rubs at your cunt for a while, your clit pulsing under the heat of his thumb, big and broad and rubbing soothing little circles that make your nerves short out, make you slurp a little harder on your milkshake. Your hand holds his wrist in place, you grind against the heel of it, and Flip tries his best not to grin.

You make the sweetest little sounds, doing your best not to move, not to be loud, not to be heard over the chatter of the diner, but when your eyes start to flutter and roll back, Kylo knows he has to stop.

“Pretty fuckin’ wet.” He eventually decides, pulling his hand away before you come, because it’d be bad if he got you coming right here – you come so loud after all – and buttons you back up.

“Well I gotta fit both of you, so it better be.” You turn back to Flip and kiss him a little, a couple chaste smooches against the warm skin of his throat.

“Oh is that what we’re doing tonight?” Kylo regards you and Flip carefully. You turn your attention to Flip too, eager to see what he has to say.

“Yeah, it is.” He says, before taking another bite out of the burger.

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True to your word you ride over to the motel with Kylo, knowing that Flip will get you on the way back. With each second that passes, you only get more and more worked up, practically shaking as Kylo waits out in the motel parking lot, while you and Flip go inside to pay for the room.

“One room please.” Flip requests, already pulling out his fat wallet. He always carries cash for things like this – not that he’s got anything to hide from anyone, because you’re right there with him, but it just makes life a little less messy when there’s no paper trail.

The guy at the reception desk sees Kylo outside, and glances over at you carefully.

“How many people?” He asks, a little too suspiciously, but not suspiciously enough for either of you to give a shit.

“Oh a single king is fine.” Flip replies, his tone brooking no argument.

“Check-out’s at eleven.” The man says, sliding a single tarnished key attached to a Paradise Inn key-ring.

“Perfect, thank you.” You flash him a winning smile, and you pretend not to notice the way he stares after you as Flip holds open the door.

Lucky number 17, you find the door of your room easily. There’s not much, but then again you’re not here for a five star treatment. It’s small, brown shag carpeting from the door to the bathroom, with nothing more than a king sized bed, a black and white television on the dresser, and a lamp in the corner.

You barely get a second or two to take in the surroundings before Flip’s hands are on you. There’s a reason you wore the halter top, with one zip your tits are out and your nipples stiff against the cool air of the A/C. He rubs them with his rough thumbs, and you loop your arms around his neck as his hands travel lower lower lower, working on your jeans.

“Hi.” You say to him, your voice breathy and soft, excited.

“Hey honey-bunny.” Flip smiles back against your lips and then frowns at you like he’s angry about somethin’. He grabs your jaw and gives your face a little shake. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmhmm, but tell me anyway.” You grin, bratty and naked as he walks you back back back towards the king.

“Lay down on the bed, let me take a look at you,” Flip licks his lips, strikes up a cigarette and puffs the smoke thick and heavy into the air. He breathes out through his nose  “Damn, goddamn, you’re beautiful. We’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t know anything other than how beautiful you are.”

Flip works on unbuckling his belt, sliding it slowly out of the loops. You watch the movement, and so does Kylo.

“Did you bring the camera?” Kylo asks, knowing that sometimes, the first time Flip fucks you he likes Kylo to take pictures, all sorts of pictures from all sorts of angles.

Flip surprises him by shaking his head.

“No, not this time, this time’s just for the three of us. Come here.” He tells Kylo, turns him so that he’s facing you on the bed. You’ve pulled down the comforter and have thrown it to the floor so it doesn’t get too filthy, arms and legs spreading out beautifully in the sheets. Flip gives Kylo a gentle nudge, asks, “Do you want to kiss her?”

“Yes sir.” Kylo’s response is quick, and it makes Flip hum out in approval.

“Kiss her nice and slow, finger her open I want her ready for me by the time I’m done with my cigarette.” He pats Kylo on the back, and with the new permission, climbs up onto the bed with you.

He pulls your body to his, so that you’re facing one another on your sides, those muscular biceps flexing as they hold you close. Before he can really start, you tug the black t-shirt over his head, his chest exposed to you. Your hands splay across his pecs, and you gasp happily into his mouth as his left hand finds your pussy with his eyes closed.

“Your cunt’s so tight baby, how’d you manage that?” Kylo murmurs against your lips, thrusting one finger, then two, then three inside.

“Magic – oh!” Your eyes shoot open as he pushes those three fingers inside you up to his knuckles. He keeps them there are rubs against your walls, spreads his fingers, stretching you carefully. Your hips push down on his hand and you gasp again, this time a little harder. Immediately, Kylo’s other hand clamps down around your mouth.

“We can’t be too loud sweets.” He whispers, not stopping his pace at all, not letting up on your pussy, “These walls are thin, we can’t have anyone hearing you, they’ll know how much of a cockslut you are.”

“Kylo,” You whine, the sound muffled against his palm but still legible enough for them to hear, “I’m gonna come, Flip? Flip I’m – ”

Flip’s been smoking his cigarette at the foot of the bed, watching Kylo touch you, watching Kylo prepare you for him. He nods, even though you can’t see it, your eyes shut tight from the sensation of Kylo’s fingers stuffed up your pussy.

“You get to come as many times as you can tonight ketsl, don’t hold them back.” Flip rubs your calf soothingly, smirks at how your toes are curled and how your thighs tremble already.

“Thank you Philly -- ohh your hand’s just so fucking big Kylo, pleaseplease – a little harder please -- !” You encourage, and Kylo listens, always listens to what you say, to what you want. He’s a little rougher with you, a little faster, his fingers stiffening and curling inside you to rub against your gspot so that you can get out a quick orgasm before the night really begins.

He doesn’t even have to touch your clit before your body is snapping up for a split second, relaxing right after, shocks of pleasure ricocheting inside your brain.

“She’s ready for you.” Kylo kisses you softly and carefully eases his fingers out of your pussy.

You’ve done this often enough, you know what’s coming, but it still thrills you every time, still sends a jolt of adrenaline up your chest. Your ribs ache for it, for the feeling of being pressed between them, your orgasm glowing over your body as Flip puts his cigarette out.

“Good, hold onto her for me, hold her steady.” Flip tells Kylo.

Manhandling you, Kylo leans against the headboard of the shitty bed that squeaks and creaks and groans, and pulls your back against his chest. It’s broad and warm and already covered in a sheen of sweat, and you grin blissed out and in love, as you watch Flip shuck off his clothes.

Kylo wraps his hands beneath your thighs and holds them open. Flip smiles and kisses your pussy sweetly, swipes his tongue through the come and slick between your legs just once, before licking it off his lips and swallowing it down.

You let out a long moan when Flip pushes the head of his cock into you, your hips widening for him as you adjust yourself back against Kylo’s chest. Kylo kisses your neck, sucks on your earlobe while Flip bottoms out inside you, the feeling of fullness all the way up to your cervix making your knees want to fight Kylo’s grip.

“Flip,” You whine, your mouth seeking his, “Holy shit that’s good.”

“Kylo, rub her clit for me.” Flip smiles against your lips, sucks on your tongue as he rolls his hips against yours. Kylo’s fingers find their way back to your clit and he presses down with steady pressure in little circles. Flip groans as the sound of his cock thrusting in and out of you fills the air, “Your pussy’s so wet, pretty girl.”

“O-oh!” You moan, before suddenly, the overstimulation has your nipples leaking, making your eyes snap open with embarrassment, “Oh fuck, I’m sorry I – ”

“What’s that?” Kylo says, as Flip stops fucking you for a minute.

“Milk, shit, hand me the little towel?” You groan, one hand covering your face as Kylo lets your legs down, as Flip gives you some space.

“No – !” Kylo’s brain short-circuits, realizing that it’s your breastmilk, suddenly strangely fiercely protective of it. He doesn’t want it to go to waste, not something so precious as that, something that comes from you, something for the life that you’ve created with Flip. “No I’ll, can I -- ?”

You and Flip look at each other, before looking back at him, and he feels his heart hammer in his chest. He doesn’t know how to explain it, he just…he just thinks it would be wrong to wipe it away, not when…not when he could savor it.

“Of course you can.” You whisper, and this is new, this is something you haven’t done before, either with Flip or with Kylo or anyone else.

But damn, you’re eager to try.

Kylo shuffles out from under you, and you settle down onto the mattress again. Flip moves over you again, his arms holding your legs up around his hips as his cock sinks back into your cunt. Kylo licks up the milk that’s dripped from your nipples and sighs at the taste, his finger returning to your clit as he lays himself down so his head can rest on your sternum, your breast in his other hand as he latches himself to your nipple and sucks.

“Mmmmm.” You moan, one hand pulling Flip down to make out with him as he fucks you, your other hand carding gently through Kylo’s hair.

The sensation is overwhelming – the suction on your nipple as Kylo drinks his fill, his rough fingers on your clit, Flip’s cock dragging in and out of you, in and out in and out it drives you insane, it drives you over the edge, it makes your back arch and your toes curl and your eyes sting with pleasure, with the overstimulation on all ends.

“Aw fuck, fuck Flip – Kylo – fuck I’m – ” You’re hiccupping, panting, sweat sweat sweating all over and Flip knows you’re going to come again, he speeds his hips up, brings you closer closer closer, and you’re sobbing out their names, “Flip, Ky! Please!”

You come hard on Flip’s cock on Kylo’s fingers, cunt clenching down around them. Flip fucks you through it, you’re not done yet, not yet, not even getting started.

“You think you can take both of us?” Flip asks you seriously, sweetly, calmly. He doesn’t want to hurt you, never wants to hurt you, and so he makes sure you can handle it.

“Please!” Your eyes are clouded from orgasm as it rips through you, but there’s clear certainty in your voice when you shudder through the pleasure that you want, that they’re going to give you.

“Ky.” Flip places a sweating hand on his back, getting his attention. Kylo nods, pulls off of your nipple and licks up the droplets of milk that linger on his red swollen lips.

Kylo lays down on his back, and Flip gets off of you, grabs you carefully and settles you right on Kylo’s cock. It’s roughly the same size as Flip’s, although not as thick around the shaft, and you’re boneless above him as you sink down on it with a great big moan.

Flip kneels behind you, and whispers into your ear to relax as he pushes his cock inside your pussy too. You let your hips drop to accommodate them, and your nipples leak onto Kylo’s stomach as you cry, it’s too good, it’s so much and not enough because neither of them are moving and if they don’t start to move soon you might just lose your mind.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Flip’s hands hold you up, you can’t do it yourself, you’re drooling all over yourself and trying your best not to scream. Still, Flip asks, “Does it feel good?”

“Uh-huhh, you’re both really fucking big I – oh!” You let a big string of drool land on Kylo’s face, and he just licks it up, eyes wide, pupils blown black with lust. You can barely see one another in the shitty light of the lamp, but it’s enough to see how fucking hungry they both are for you.

“I’m going to come soon.” Kylo grunts out.

Now that he’s got his cock in you too, he’s starting to lose the ability to form coherent sentences. The tightness of your pussy and the friction of Flip’s cock rubbing against his own have his whole body tensing and flexing, shuddering and shaking as you moan and cry cry cry on top of him.

“Not fucking yet.” Flip growls through clenched teeth.

“Flip,” You sob, rocking back on the two cocks that can barely fit inside you, on the cusp of another orgasm that you’re almost afraid is going to hurt from how good it’ll be.

Flip thrusts into you harder, faster, he’s close too, you know he is, you can tell, can tell with how he’s starting to bite down on your shoulder, bite enough that he could break skin.

“No, not yet.” Flip shakes his head, hair sweaty and falling in his face as he corrals your body up and off him, with a harsh, “Pull out of her. I’m gonna come in you okay ketsl?”

“Please Flip, fill me up honey.” You cry into his mouth as he kisses you deeply, passionately, rolling you onto your sides so he can have one hand on your hip and the other splayed out across your back.

He grunts with a muffled shout against your lips and comes, shoots a hot thick load into your cunt and groans through it, hips pushing it deeper. He stays like that for a few moments, before forcing himself to pull out of your throbbing aching pussy. His come oozes onto your folds, drips and pools onto your slit. He strokes himself to make sure that every last drop gets on your pussy, before he collapses down onto the mattress with a loud groan, chest heaving.

“Fuck my come back into her, slowly Kylo.” Flip orders the man who had been fucking his fist to keep himself from shouting out your name. Kylo’s so quick to scramble back on top of your body, that Flip lets out a chuckle as he lights another cigarette and breathes, “Go slow, don’t come yet.”

“She’s so hot, you’re so fucking hot, sweets.” Kylo moans as he rubs the head of his dick into Flip’s come, pushes it through your folds and into your cunt. The squelch is slick, heady and so thick, the room smells so much like sex that Kylo almost blacks out from that alone, from the all consuming feeling of you.

“Thank you Kylo.” You slur your words, blissed out of your mind, the world moving in slow motion as Kylo takes long drags in and out of your pussy, pushing more of Flip’s come back into your body with each thrust.

“C-can I come, Flip, please,” Kylo sweats all over you, it drips down from his nose, the ends of his hair. He drools into the pit of your throat, and Flip breathes smoke through his nostrils like a great languid dragon, watching your face.

“No, not until she comes one more time.” Flip smiles at you softly, turning your face to meet his as he kisses you, his tongue hot and thick against yours as he sucks on your bottom lip. “You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you ketsl?”

“P-Phil I – yesyes I –” You cut yourself off and come for the last time of the evening, nothing but sensations, lights and sounds and feeling all around you. You feel like you can taste it, up in your throat, how much come there is inside you. Your hands rub at your lower stomach, it’s like you can feel it, sloshing around inside you. “I’m so full.”

“Here honey-bunny,” Flip gives Kylo a nod, “You can take some more, here.”

Kylo comes so hard that his arms give out on top of you, and he falls with a thud onto your messy chest. You’re all disgusting, covered in spit and tears and sweat, milk and come, all mixing all over these sheets. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a reminder to leave more cash for the maid in the morning.  

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Everything is quiet, as the three of you catch your breath. Kylo comes in you just as much as Flip does, and you moan in the back of your throat at the thought of it mixing together, your two favorite boys inside you.

“Thank you Philly, thank you Ky.” You mumble, your eyes shut, mind already starting to drift off to sleep. You’re exhausted, after all that, and the pillowcase is cool and so inviting.

“You’re welcome sweets.” Kylo pulls out of you, his cock softening enough that you only wince a little from the overstimulation.

“Anything for my girl.” Flip pulls you to him once again, never wanting you too far away, wanting you close to him.

“Sleep?” You tuck your head under his chin, already snuggling against him, not caring about anything else in the entire world other than the heartbeat underneath your cheek.

“No, no not yet, we gotta get cleaned up.” Flip cards his fingers through your tangled knotted hair, picking apart the sweatier pieces and coaxing you up with little kisses. “C’mon ketsl, shower time.”

“I can’t get up.” You complain, and Flip chuckles because after the night you just had, he’d be surprised if you’d be okay to walk for a couple of days.

It was a good thing the weekend was just around the corner, he thinks, because he doesn’t envision you getting out of bed at all when he gets you back home, when you leave the motel in the morning. Still, you can’t not shower and use the bathroom, so he pats Kylo’s shoulder.

“Ky, give me a hand?” He asks, hoping to get some help from the man.

Thankfully, Kylo’s awake enough to shoulder some of the weight as the three of you shuffle your way to the bathroom. The hot water is blissful on your sore muscles, and you groan and moan and sigh with happiness as big strong hands wash your body, your hair, your face.

In the morning, the three of you will sneak out well before anyone will have any clue that you’ve gone. You’ll wrap your arms around Flip’s middle as he rides the motorcycle back towards home. You’ll pick up your daughter from your dear friend who knows what you get up to and doesn’t judge, and whenever anyone else asks where you’ve been, well…you won’t be lying when you tell them paradise.

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Frankie is 1000% down to change his plans if he thinks you need him (even when you don’t explicitly say you do). He can just tell by the wording of your text message something is off and he calls to check on you.

“Morning, gorgeous,” his dulcet baritone coming through your speaker, normally a balm to your anxiety but today you won’t get to have that comfort.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, trying to keep your voice neutral. “Getting ready to spend the day with the guys?” You smooth your hands over your quilt brushing your hand over the soft fabric, finger tips tracing the lines of stitches binding the blocks together.

“Mmhmm. I just wanted to check on you. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,I’m fine,” you respond, voice a little small, a touch brittle. You’re focusing on the stitching now and how you left that one section a little too wide, a little too long compared to the rest of the more evenly spaced stitching. It’s so blatantly noticeable, this whole section is thrown off by it. Why didn’t you fix it?

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asks, turning back around to his closet to replace the heavier flannel with something a touch lighter.

You sigh, still mentally chastising your own stitch work, before responding with a simple, “Nothing.”

Frankie makes a noise of disagreement. “It’s okay to have a bad day, you know.”

“I know,” you say after a minute, now eyeing another area that is covered in horrid stitching. Were you drunk when you did this section?

“And you know you can talk to me about it, right?”

“I know, Frankie.”

He releases a long breath which you misinterpret as annoyance.

“I don’t wanna make you late, Frankie. Have fun today.”

“I’m already late, I think. It’s not…”

“I’m sorry. I’ll let you go. Bye,” you cut him off, already imaging how his friends are going to give him a hard time for showing up late

“Babe…” but you’ve already cut him off by hanging up.

You turn on your side and bury yourself under your shitty quilt and debate throwing the damn thing out so you don’t have to see your monstrous stitching ever again. And for the next bit you devolve into a maelstrom of self flagellation, finally deciding you’ll just find a new hobby that doesn’t involve so much wasted effort.

Until noise that might be knocking if it clearly wasn’t someone kicking at your front door draws you out from under your quilt. Groaning and scrubbing your hands across your eyes and nose you peek out your door to see Frankie, arms laden with food and drinks.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you pull open the door and blink at him. “Hi?”

“Hey! Sorry I’m late. I thought you sounded like you needed some company and… Can I come in?”

“Uh.. sure?” You step back to allowing across the threshold before shutting the door and following him into your kitchen. “Why…?” you gesture at him and the food.

Once unburden, Frankie turns to you and draws you against his warm, broad chest, arms banding around your torso. “Cause you take care of me all the time and you sounded like you needed someone. And I want to take care of you.” He leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head.

The noise you make into his chest might have been a sob, might have been an okay. Regardless he tightens his grip around you and sways gently.

Eventually you eat the food he brought and find yourselves covered up in that shoddily stitched quilt watching a movie together.

“Mmmmm, this quilt’s perfect,” his hands spreading over the blocks reverently.

You scoff. “You’re kidding, right? The stitching is awful, the batting didn’t settle right. I’m going to throw it away.”

“No! Don’t do that. You worked so hard on it, well over three months if I remember correctly.”

You purse your lips petulantly.

“Don’t throw it out. I’ll take it if you want to get rid of it. I love it.”

“Why? It’s just a shitty quilt.”

“I love it because you made it,” he explains gently. “You took so much time cutting out the little squares and sewing them by hand. And look at what you created.”

You give him an incredulous look before shaking your head and turning your gaze back to the quilt, trying to see what he sees but only finding shortcomings.

Frankie leans over and presses a kiss to your shoulder, “I see the love there, babe. And I love every square inch.”

It takes you a moment. “Even the shitty stitching?”

He pulls you closer to him before leaning back and smiling as he nods. “Especially the stitching.”

I hope you feel better Cas!

This was so fucking kind of you! Like you took time away from whatever you were doing and put something together for me to make me feel better, that is the nicest thing anyone can do for me. Thank you. Thank you.

I'm extremely emotional now. But also grateful.

(also, if this was me and frankie, we'd almost have a little fight because i'd definitely question his decision of changing his plans to come and take care of me. i wouldn't be able to accept that kindness. and he'd know that, but refuse to let me get into my shit.)

[johannstutt413]

(requested by calligomiles)

Ansel walked out of the Doctor’s office, nervous but optimistic. He- no, hang on, they literally just filled out the paperwork together - SHE was now recognized in official documentation and in PRTS as a female, although until the rest of the procedures were successful (which, knowing her co-workers, they would be) her biology and psychology weren’t entirely in agreement on that. Thanks to the support of the rest of Reserve Squad 4, however, the Cautus knew she could be confident in herself. This was right...even if she wasn’t sure what she’d tell her uncle the next time they saw each other. After all, he’d always said she was “the son he’d never had...”

With that mix of hope and trepidation weighing on hi- her, it’s no surprise that she accidentally walked smack into Rosa coming the other way down the hall to the Doctor’s office. “Ah! O-oh, Miss Rosa. My apologies.”

“Oh, I’m fine, Ansel.” The Ursus picked herself up before helping her Cautus collider. “Congratulations are in order, I hope?”

“Congratulations?” The Medic held onto her hand after she’d stood up.

Natalya smiled. “Logistics just got the email to make some changes to your paperwork going forward.”

“Oh, yes.” Ansel blushed. “It’s still a little hard to believe everyone’s okay with it, but everything’s gone well so far. I’m a little nervous about explaining things to my uncle, though.”

“Let me know if you want any help with that. I had to explain to my parents, too.”

The Cautus blinked. “You did? I never would have guessed.”

“I was fortunate they decided my mental health was worth the price.” She immediately regretted reminding herself of her family, but it was for a good cause. “Anyway, here - my phone number. If you need me, for anything at all, and I’m not in the Logistics office, send a message or call me.”

“Thank you, Miss Rosa. Were you going to see the Doctor?” She pulled out her cell phone to add the Ursus to her contacts on the spot.

The Sniper nodded. “I’m delivering a few reports and checking on the rest of the USSGG before I finish my lunch break.”

“Ah, then I won’t keep you.” The Medic put her phone away. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Rosa.”

“You as well, Miss Ansel.” Both smiling, and the Cautus blushing, they went their separate ways.

Ansel spent the next few days (during her breaks) thinking about the inevitable conversation with her uncle, even though the only way that talk would happen was of her own initiative...at least, that’s what she thought until her uncle sent her a text: ‘Hey champ, how’s everything?’

“...*beep beep beep* *whrrrrrr*...Hello?” Natalya yawned on the other side of the line. “I hadn’t considered that you work the night shift.”

“My uncle texted me.”

A brief silence. “Give me five minutes and we can talk in my room.”

“Thank you.” Rosa hung up, leaving the Medic a moment to collect herself before telling Ptilopsis she had to take care of an urgent matter and leaving Medical. ‘I hope I’m not bothering her too much.’

‘I hope she doesn’t mind the mess,’ Natalya thought to herself as she tried to flatten out some of the wrinkles in her pajamas. Having done the best she could, the Ursus put on a kettle for tea and waited for the Cautus to arrive.

Just before the water’d finished boiling, there was a knock on the door. Rosa let her guest in before immediately going for teacups. “I put the kettle on for you, since I think a cup of tea could do us both some good. Any preference?”

“Low caffeine, please.” Ansel halfway collapsed into one of the three dining room table chairs available to her. “I’m sorry to wake you up this late, but I saw the message come in and I just...”

“You’ll never be a bother to me, Ansel, regardless of when your hour of need comes about. Honey?”

The Medic nodded. “Yes, thank- you have honey?”

“My physician prescribed it to me with a firmly regulated dosage, fret not.” She put a single drop in her own tea nonetheless, along with two cubes of sugar, before bringing both cups to the table. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you as you think of it.”

“Thank you, Rosa.” No need for the ‘miss’es at this point.

The Ursus took that informality one step further as she blew on her piping-hot drink. “You can call me Natalya, or Nat, or some variation if you like. If you don’t mind me cutting directly to business, you said your uncle texted you?”

“He did.” The Cautus pulled out her phone, opened the message, and set it on the table between them. “It’s a simple enough greeting, but him saying ‘Champ’ brought all the fear back, and I want to tell him. I want him to be happy for me, but...”

“You’re worried he won’t be.” A more than relatable experience for Rosa - she could practically feel the tightness in her chest from her own announcement.

She nodded, sighing as she inhaled some soothing tea-steam. “This does help. Yes, that’s exactly what worries me. I moved in with him originally because my father sent me to him, and since he didn’t have any kids of his own, I was the son he’d never had - or have, in fact. I have a few cousins on his side, but they’re also girls, just, you know.”

“I can see why that would complicate things for you.” The Sniper took a moment to consider her words. “Do you know what you want to say, as in the particular words?”

“I have a message drafted already. More than anything, I guess I just needed to not do this alone.”

Her words hung in the air for a moment as Natalya wiped a stray water droplet from her face. The steam must have precipitated on her face. “I can sit closer, if that would help?”

“...Yes, please.” They both stood up at the same time, hands on the backs of their chairs to move to where the other was seated. Ansel chuckled, and Rosa followed suit. “We’ll meet in the middle, then.”

“If you’d rather, there’s also the couch.” The Ursus pointed over to a loveseat across the apartment flanked by side tables.

The Medic glanced at her cup. “Can I take my tea with me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of disallowing it.” She walked her guest to the more comfortable seat, both with tea in hand, and set hers on the closer side table before settling down. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Mmhmm.” The Cautus took a deep breath, opened her phone...closed it, opened it again, another deep breath, and started typing.

As ‘I’m doing quite well. There is something I need to tell you...’ made its way across the world through the internet, Natalya gently set a hand on Ansel’s shoulder. “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks.” She took another deep breath, noticeably shaking. “Do you think-” *DING!*

“Go ahead.”

The Cautus blinked. “Alright...Here goes everything.” Notes tab, copy, paste, send.

“Now all that’s left is-” *DING!* “Ah. That was quick.”

“Quick, but- oh! He...he must’ve had his message prewritten, too. Did he expect this?...Uh-huh...Uh-huh...Ohhh, really? I had no idea. Wow.” Ansel took a minute or two to type a response before putting her phone away and sighing contentedly.

Rosa, who hadn’t been reading over her shoulder, waited patiently for a moment before asking, “What did he say?”

“Oh, right.” She blushed, invisible in the dim light cast from the dining room. “He said that my oldest cousin, his eldest daughter, recently started hormonal therapy.”

“What a coincidence,” Natalya observed with a smile.

That made the Medic blush harder. “He asked me to keep him posted, and to send Reisen a message, too, because he misses me. I...wow.”

“That’s wonderful.” The Sniper was restraining herself - she’d have shouted from sympathetic joy if it wasn’t so late at night. “I’m glad everything worked out.”

“Me, too.”

Another moment of silence, as the Cautus basked in her victory and the Ursus basked in the radiated satisfaction before eventually taking her hand off Ansel’s shoulder. “Anything you want to do right now?”

“I...Oh, right. It’s one in the morning.” She sighed. “You probably want to go back to bed, I’m guessing?”

“If you need to go, or if-” Rosa caught herself before finishing that thought.

A bit late, though, as Ansel cocked her head. “Or if?”

“No, just that. Now’s not even a remotely appropriate time for that other question.” Natalya’s face now matched the Medic’s, who now realized the incomplete thought in its entirety for herself.

“N-not that I would refuse on principle,” the Cautus managed after some internal deliberation, “but I um...It’s a little unexpected.”

The Sniper grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. “I should go back to bed. Clearly I left my dignity with my sheets.”

“If that’s what you’d prefer, then I’ll head back to Medical, but I told them not to expect me.”

“You did?” Rosa dropped the pillow and cleared her throat. “Well, then, perhaps, if you’d like, we could maybe, potentially...cuddle?” Why did that word sound so childish right now?

Regardless, it was just about the best one she could’ve chosen. “I would like that.”

“Oh thank goodness.” Natalya lurched to her feet, reaching for Ansel’s hand as she did and finding it. “I’m sorry for being so immodest about this, truly it’s an unenviable position I just sort of thrust you into- not that that’s what I was thinking of when I asked, of course, I just, I, er...perhaps the honey was a mistake after all.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m tired, too.” The Cautus meant it, but there was a smile on her face as she said it that proved that wasn’t the entire story.

Frankly, Rosa was adorable when she was flustered.

[shadow-assassin-blix]

Parent Trap AU

PART 3

Marcus Moreno X Reader

Alright some angst in this. But lots of fluff. Dress described is the 16th one here

The Artist

The night passed by without anymore issues, despite the lecture that Artemis received about emergency phone calls.

The next morning came swiftly, and as she heard Artemis getting ready, she stared into her closet, trying to figure out what she was going to wear. She bit her lip as she stared into her closet.

She wanted to wear something light; she spied the lightweight blue dress and its small matching belt hanging there. She quietly put it on and slipped on a pair of black pumps.

She quietly fixed up her hair and put on some makeup.

Artemis popped her head into the door, and said, “Hey Ma, you almost ready? They should be here soon.”

Shade smiled at her through the mirror, finishing up.

“What do ya think?” Shade asked her, giving a small twirl.

“You look really pretty mommy,” Artemis complimented.

She thanked her, giving her a small kiss on her head, as they walked downstairs. Artemis grabbed her stuff for the day and Shade her purse, as they heard a honk outside.

They stepped outside, Shade smiling as she watched Marcus get out of his car to open up the passenger side door, both front and back.

As the two of them walked over he greeted them, “Hello ladies, your chariot awaits.”

Artemis giggled and said hi as she hopped in. Shade kissed Marcus on the cheek in greeting as she stepped inside, smiling at the flustered look he gave her at the action.

In no time, they dropped the kids at his Mom’s, and she gave Shade a curious look as they left them there.

They arrived at the diner 20 minutes later and they got a booth seat.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here,” Marcus commented looking around. “Seems nothing has changed.”

“No. It hasn’t. Your mom…. She remembers me, doesn’t she?” She asked with a wince thinking back to the look.

“Yep. She uhh. She has been quiet about the whole thing. I’m sure she has her opinions, but she has strangely not expressed them,” Marcus shrugged not worried.

“I remember having a hard time impressing her when we first started dating,” Shade mentioned as she stared at the menu.

Marcus chuckled quietly, nodding his head, “Yeah. I remember that too.”

They ordered their food and drinks, making small talk. It wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable. It was light and easy; they spoke like no time had passed at all.

They were halfway through their meal when Marcus’ phone rang; it was his mother.

“Hey mom, what’s-”

He stopped speaking as she spoke; a moment later he hung up.

“We need to go. Something’s wrong with the girls?” Marcus informed her with a confused look.

They paid for their meal and made their way back to his mother’s house.

As they pulled up, his mother met them at the car.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your date you two. But the girls are acting strange,” She began, her face pulled into a frown. “The girls were in the living room, talking and having fun. All of sudden, it got really quiet, and Missy ran outside. Both of them refuse to tell me what happen.”

Marcus leaned against his car, pondering, running his hand over his chin.

Shade stared at the house and tried to think about what could have happened. She thought back to the last time she was inside this house.

“Wait… you said they were in the living room?” Shade thought on, realizing something.

At his mother’s nod, she continued, “On your mantle… you wouldn’t happen to have any photos… of her mother?”

His mother gasped in realization and Marcus sucked in a breath as he answered, “Yes. There is.”

“Divide and conquer? I take yours, you take mine?” Shade proposed with a small smile.

Marcus nodded, kissing her cheek as he walked inside. Mrs. Moreno walked led her to Missy’s favorite spot in the garden. Shade thanked her, as she strolled over to her.

“Hey sweetie, may I join you?” Shade greeted as she stood near her.

Missy slid over quietly, not making eye contact. She kept facing a different direction, not wanting Shade to see her tears.

“Ya know… I often wonder… What it would’ve been like… if your father and I had stayed together. Would we still have you and Artemis? Would our child be a combination of the two you? Or nothing like the two of you at all?” Shade started, staring at the blooming flowers all around.

“Then I realize… that you are the way that you are… because of your mother. And I wouldn’t want you any other way,” She revealed looking at Missy.

“I never told your dad. But I met your mom once. And technically you,” She divulged with a small sigh.

Missy looked at her, and said tearily, “Really?”

“Mmhmm. I bumped into her at the park. I had just had to deal with my ex who made me feel like crap. Crying. Artemis was sleeping. She came and sat with me. We talked… for hours. She knew who I was and assured me that… your dad was happy,” She further explained.

“That was when I knew… she was good for him. That I didn’t have to worry about him. It broke my heart when I heard of her passing,” She said with a sad smile.

Missy was quiet as she listened, sniffling softly every now and again.

“Me and Artie were talking… and I saw my mom’s photo… and I… I don’t know.. I was just really sad all of a sudden. I started to cry, and I didn’t know what to tell Artie, so I ran outside,” Missy tried to explain.

Shade nodded in understanding, “That’s the sucky thing about grief. It never really goes away. That’s not a bad thing though. It happens to everyone. I’m sure even your dad gets really sad too.”

“You think so?” Missy whispered staring up at her, unshed tears in her eyes.

“Yeah. I do,” Shade assured her. “I want you to know… I would never try to replace her in your heart. But… I do hope, maybe one day… you’ll make room in that big heart of yours for me and Artemis?”

Missy bit her lip and gave a small nod, “I’d like that one day.”

“May I hug you sweetie?” Shade asked opening her arms.

Missy nodded her head harder, throwing her arms around her waist, burying her head into her chest. Shade wrapped her arms around her tightly. She could feel her shoulders shake, as she cried. Shade shushed her quietly, rubbing her back.

The Hero

He stepped into the living room and sighed softly as he took in Artemis’s form. She was curled into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest.

He sat down on the couch, with a sigh. His gaze fixated on the mantle and noticed that one of the photos on it was a family photo from when Missy was 6.

He quietly turned toward Artemis; his right leg resting on the couch, as his left hung off the side.

“She’s not upset with you, I hope you know that honey,” Marcus began with a sad face.

“I know. I’m sad for her,” Artemis said quietly.

“That’s very kind of you. She tries very hard to not show that she misses her. Tries to be strong for me. I guess we never really quite asked you two, if you were okay with us dating. It’s… a big change,” Marcus empathized.

“Yeah. It doesn’t bother me cause… Mom… My dad doesn’t come around. When he does, he just makes us sad. This is the first time she’s ever really smiled a lot. She even sang in the shower last night and she never does that. You make her happy,” Artemis confided to him.

“Is that so? I’m sorry your dad is like that. Some people… are just not meant to be parents. It doesn’t have anything to do with you or her. That’s all on him,” Marcus told her.

“… He remarried and has 2 kids. He only comes around to pretend like he cares. He… and my mom fight a lot when he comes around. I don’t like it when he comes over,” She whispered with trembling lip.

Marcus felt his chest tighten with slight anger at the thought of this guy upsetting the two of them.

“I want you to know something. Just because I have Missy already, doesn’t mean you are any less important to me. Your mother makes me really happy too, and I see how happy you make Missy. She doesn’t wear her “Don’t talk to me” outfit nearly as much,” Marcus replied.

Artemis giggled as she thought about the outfit in question.

“Listen. I know, there’s going to be some adjustments within both of our families. There will probably be some tears shed… by everyone. Can you promise me to try and talk to us if anything upsets you? Especially when it comes to your dad, if he tries to show his face again, to cause problems? I want BOTH of you in my life,” Marcus asserted softly.

Artemis nodded, before quietly requesting, “May I hug you?”

Marcus chuckled and stated, “Yes. C’mere.”

He waved her forward and she launched herself into his arms. He hugged her with a laugh.

He heard her mutter something he wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear.

“I wish you and my mom stay together, so you can be my dad instead.”

He felt his heart swell with emotion, and he simply hugged her tighter.

When they pulled apart, he noticed that Shade was walking in with Missy.

“Hey, you two,” He greeted softly.

Missy ran forward and hugged Artemis fiercely, telling her she was sorry. Artemis hugged back and they began to whisper to one another. Shade came over to stand next to Marcus, her arm coming to rest along his shoulders.

The two of them watched their girls promise something to each, via pinky swears. The girls then turned to them and hugged their respective parent, both apologizing for ruining their date.

“Girls. You didn’t ruin anything. In fact, from the smell of it… it appears Mrs. Moreno is cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Why don’t you two go see if she needs help?” Shade offered, pointing toward the kitchen.

The two of them rush off toward the kitchen with smiles. Shade collapsed next to Marcus with a small groan.

“We are raising two very sweet girls,” Shade noted closing her eyes.

“Indeed. But they will turn out kind and wonderful,” Marcus said sweetly as he sat back with her.

She smiled at the thought.

“So. What do you think we should do?” Shade wondered.

“Take it one day at a time. Baby steps. The two of them see us together and want us to be happy. But it’s also a big change for the both of them. So… we do what feels right,” Marcus answered softly.

Shade stared at him in amazement.

“What?” He questioned softly.

“Why are you amazing? How… even after all this time.. How do you just know what to say? How are you still so perfect?” She asked looking at him tenderly.

“’m not perfect,” He mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

Shade softly reached for him, and he looked at her as she slowly leaned forward. He straightened up, moving to meet her halfway. He pressed his lips softly to hers, pulling back a second later. They both chuckled a moment, before he kissed her again more firmly. This kiss lasted longer and stole his breath.

He wanted to deepen it when suddenly something hit their faces. They broke away, both of them yelling, “Ow.”

Marcus looked down to see a flipflop lying in their laps.

“None of that you two. There are young eyes here. Now, get up and come help in the kitchen,” Came his mother’s voice, followed by two little giggles.

“Oh boy. My fear of flying shoes has returned. Never thought this would happen again,” Shade squeaked as she rubbed her face.

Marcus laughed at that before standing up, pulling her with him.

The two of them ambled into the kitchen and began to help make a late lunch. Stories were told from all of the adults, about various things. Marcus regaled them about the Heroics Missions, and his mom and Shade spoke about childhood memories and such.

The girls were far happier and chatted lively with everyone. Marcus noticed that they hardly left each other’s side while they cooked and eventually ate.

The girls decided on a movie to watch and made a picnic of sorts on the floor full of blankets and snacks. His mother tended to chores, but gave him and Shade a stern look, as they cuddled on the couch. Shade shook her head as she made herself comfortable.

“Your mother still scares me,” She whispered jokingly.

“Me too,” He joked back.

When Mrs. Moreno came back to the living room an hour later, she noted Coco was still playing but everyone was passed out. The girls had made their way to the couch and were snuggled into Marcus’s sides and Shade’s head was resting softly against his shoulder.

Mrs. Moreno took a moment to take a photo of the sweet moment, before gently pulling the girls away to sleep in the guest bedroom, one at a time. She softly ‘awwed’ when the two of them sleepily held each other.

She returned to the living room to see that Shade had woken up and was looking around confused.

“The girls are in the bedroom,” Mrs. Moreno softly told her once she spotted her.

Shade nodded, before quietly stretching.

“I hope you know… I can see he’s falling for you fast again. Do not break his heart, or Missy’s,” She pleaded.

Marcus who had woken up as soon as he felt his mother taking the girls, continued to fake sleeping, wanting to hear Shade’s response.

“I know. I’m falling back in love with him faster than I thought I would. Missy is quickly stealing my heart too. I don’t plan on hurting either of them. I want both of them in my life. I hope… I hope you know, that.. I didn’t want to hurt him when we called it off. It just… it wasn’t the right time then. We were both not ready,” Shade responded, squeezing his hand softly.

“I know. I’m glad to hear you say that. I’m sure Marcus is too, right?” His mother addressed, not being fooled by his fake sleeping.

Marcus opened his eyes, blinking rapidly.

His mother shook her head at him and walked away.

“I meant it you know. I am falling back in love with you so fast… It kinda scares me,” Shade admitted worriedly.

“Same. It’s… it’s like no time has passed almost. Like it was just yesterday you were fretting over that modern art piece you had to create for that professor who docked points if you missed a comma on papers,” Marcus responded, thinking back to their junior year.

Shade shuddered, “Don’t remind me. I still have nightmares about that class. It’s… it’s weird to think it’s been over 15 years.”

“Yeah. But. We found each other again. The circumstances… might not be the best… but. We’re here. We’re together again. Let’s make the most of it,” Marcus beamed taking her hands into his.

She smiled and rested her head against his softly, “Sounds like a plan.”

Their date did not go as planned, but something better came out of it. The girls made them realized that the two of them have been hurt far more than they realized. Healing was going to be necessary for all of them. But they were going to do it together, as their own makeshift family.

[bubbashawn]

Vanity Fair

author: I couldn’t help myself. If that video didn’t mess with your head, I’m not sure what will. Plus I wanted to give y’all the fluffiest fic so here’s this cutie. Hope you like it.

synopsis: Shawn meets the girl of his dreams and can’t keep his eyes off of you and the fans have it all on video

warnings: it’s just 2.6k of pure fluff. No fights and there might be one or two baby swears here and there. There’s mentions of anxiety and y/n is famous. Enjoy <3

Shawn shouldn’t be staring at you.

Andrew would be on his back later for not taking advantage of the carpet. Smile at the paps and share a laugh with a couple of interviewers. There was nothing to it. But he couldn’t stop staring.

He knew who you were, hell he had stalked your Instagram on more than one occasion. He knew you’d be here too. You’d taken Hollywood by surprise popping up out of nowhere. So, of course you were at the Vanity Fair Oscar party. Everyone was.

He wished his stylist, Tiffany, had taken a risk that evening when choosing his suit so he could walk up to your dazzling form and look good standing near you.

He stayed where he was and just glanced back at you, that was good enough.

You were a nervous wreck but you hid it well. Here you were with names you grew up with when not even 6 months ago you were at your dorm room watching them on your tv. Now a college dropout and walking on the red carpet for an Oscar party, everything felt surreal.

You looked the part in your champagne colored silk dress. Your skin was airbrushed hiding every imperfection except that aggravating mole below the arch of your right eyebrow. You looked perfect but that didn’t mean you felt it. Your nerves had been pushed to the max and you had lashed out more than you’d ever like to admit. You weren’t ready for this lifestyle, you hadn’t grown up with eyes on you, you weren’t even popular in High School.

Everything had been a blur since you stepped out of your car, the flashes and yelling made you wince already feeling a headache. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to handle any of this.

You were paying so close attention to your heel-clad feet you didn’t notice the tall singer watching you several feet ahead. And though you didn’t, the fans did. Shawn suspected to see about 10 different videos of his head turning back to glance at your figure again and again surface by morning.

One interviewer, a woman from ENews asking about his love life, had to nudge him so he’d answer her question. He didn’t know the answer.

“So,” the interviewer interrupted his thoughts, “you’ve been spotted around Toronto recently with a girl on your arm. Want to tell us about that?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Hailey Baldwin and you, any comments?”

“We’re going to attend the Met Gala together in May, so just building up our friendship.”

“And that’s all it is?” The interviewer was smiling and speaking with a coy tone, “just a friendship?”

“Yes,” he hated this topic, “thank you.”

He walked away before the lady could open her mouth. He was being rude but Shawn didn’t care. He didn’t want to talk to anyone except maybe you. That wouldn’t happen, he was sure, but that’s all he wanted.

You swore to yourself as you lightly stumbled away from your own first interview and tried to quickly yet confidently escape into the party. Barely lasting 2 minutes in the eyes of the public before your breath was trembling like your rapid heartbeat. You couldn’t handle even sending a half-ass smile to one photographer. You wanted to go home and curl into your couch with popcorn and caramel dip. You wanted to leave. You saw your manager waving you along towards a lady with a microphone and you were out of luck. You couldn’t walk away, you just had to get through this interview and then you could be done.

That’s what you told yourself.

Shawn was glad to be watching you closely in that moment. He saw the terror grace your soft features as the ENews lady beckoned her along, dying for a word in with the rising star. He knew he’d make a fool of himself but he was fine with that, as long as you were happy to escape with him.

He pushed towards you. His hand lightly brushing your wrist to pull your eyes to his for the first time that night. Shawn couldn’t help the smile that pressed into his cheeks.

“Hey,” you stood shell shocked, “I’m Shawn.”

His voice came out choked and he cursed himself. Finally having your attention and he couldn’t even speak properly.

Shawn’s voice came out like honey and you melted under his hazel eyes. He was by far the most handsome man to ever grace your life with his presence. Zooming in on your phone screen hadn’t given his dimple and cheek scar the justice it deserved. He was stunning.

“H-hi, um I’m-”

“Y/N. I know.”

Shawn cringed at the way he cut you off and basically expressed his obsession right to your face. He was so stupid for thinking he could ever carry a conversation with you.

You gasped so loud it was almost embarrassing but it didn’t matter because he knew you. Shawn Mendes knew you. You could feel your heart pound and blood pulsing through your neck straight to your burning cheeks. You were sure your cheeks were bright red and you dropped your head to hide them.

He watched the tendrils of hair cover your flushed cheeks. He had made you blush and his grin widened with pride. Maybe this wasn’t going so bad.

“I saw you being dragged towards your next interview and had to cut in.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, trust me you don’t want to go to that interview.”

“Can’t get much worse…”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, um,” you were crumbling into yourself. Of course you were silly enough to let it slip to the Shawn Mendes that you were a mess. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself, “it’s nothing.”

You were shying away from him and he wasn’t sure how to pull you back into reality with him. He didn’t know when he messed up but he wanted you to tell him everything.

“Wait,” his hand was hovering over your waist, letting you choose whether or not to indulge his impending question, “tell me what’s going on, eh?”

You cursed his Canadian ways. Shawn was so polite and wanted you to rely on him. You wanted to too, so bad especially with the way he kept his eyes on you.

“I’m not good at this, I don’t know what I’m doing and it’s all just overwhelming. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. God, sorry you have to deal with this.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” he smiled when your hand began to fidget with the lapel of his jacket, “I’m glad I’m here. With you.”

He couldn’t believe this was happening. His hand had finally rested on your exposed waist once your hands took purchase against his chest. You had the most genuine smile adorning your face, probably the happiest one he’d seen since you arrived minutes ago. He leaned down closer cupping your cheek in his palm keeping your eyes away from the intruding cameras.

“It’s just you and me, yeah?” He smiled softly, “nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll stick by your side as long as you need me, eh?”

You wanted him by your side forever.

He wanted to be by your side for as long as you’d let him be.

“Alright Y/N, your move.”

His eyes were beckoning you into his warm embrace so you did just that. Hands curling around the small of his back. Shawn quickly latched his own around your shoulders, his bicep blocking your face from view like his hand once did.

“Please just stay with me for the rest of the night?”

You were shy in contrast to your bold move of embracing him. He didn’t seem to mind the change in your demeanor.

“I’m right here, baby, right here,” he tensed regretting his pet name, he started pulling away, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said th-”

You just hung to him tighter your anxiety setting in as he tried to separate his warm body from your shaking one.

“Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Shawn was broken away from his dazed state when his manager, Andrew, tapped his shoulder.

“Hey man, let's get you two inside, yeah?”

Andrew didn’t ask questions and Shawn had never been more thankful for the older man. His head dropped from above yours so his lips could graze your cartilage piercing.

“Baby, I’m gonna bring you inside, okay?” He didn’t dare move from your grasp until your head nodded against his clavicle, “alright, honey I’m right here.”

Shawn and you stopped to pose together and ignored the shouts of rumors about your relationship with the man beside you. You continued the steady crawl along the carpet until Shawn was opening the door for you and finally getting you out of the spotlight.

He didn’t think twice before latching onto your frame.

“Honey, you did so well.”

“I could not have done that without you.”

“I wasn’t gonna let you either way.”

Shawn had stuck to his word not once leaving your side throughout the entire party. He took you with him to grab a drink and held your back tightly to his chest as he conversed with all the A-listers. All eyes were on the two of you and you didn’t mind for once.

“Baby, you alright?” He had leaned down and whispered at some point amidst the chatter.

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay. Just a little longer, yeah?”

He was right. Not even an hour later Shawn was quickly pulling you out of the party and towards the line of cars. Paps had you surrounded but your head just stayed pressed between his shoulder blades until he was slipping into the car after you.

“Hey, you okay?” He had asked that a lot throughout the night, “honey?”

You were basically half asleep on his shoulders and it wasn’t surprising. Your anxiety had always made you sleepy and Shawn’s welcoming scent didn’t hurt. You just wanted to cuddle into his chest. His arms would wrap around you and you would feel safe just like he had made you feel on the carpet.

“Do you want me to take you back to your apartment?” He didn’t want to.

“Can I stay with you?”

His heart fucking leaped out of his chest and a bright smile bloomed on his lips. He was so happy. It wasn’t that you just needed someone. Maybe you needed him.

“Yeah,” he glanced up towards Jake, his security guard, “can you get us back to the hotel?”

“For sure and I’ll be sure to take it slow, don’t want to startle her.”

“Thanks, man.”

Jake was true to his word, not letting the car hit any bumps that might jostle your position in Shawn’s arms. The normally 3 minute drive from the Wallis Annenberg Center to the hotel took 5, but Shawn didn’t mind. Soon enough the car slowed to a stop and he had to begrudgingly move you out of his arms to stand up in the parking garage.

“Baby,” you groaned as the bright lights washed over the car, “I know, I know. C’mon you can curl up once we’re upstairs, yeah?”

Shawn guided you along and ignored the looks as he pressed the up button by the elevator. You two were a sight to see. Your formal wear sticking out like a sore thumb among the city's tourists.

He hurried you into the mirror-walled elevator and held you to his chest as the contraption travelled up all 12 stories of the Waldorf Astoria: Beverly Hills hotel. He whispered sweet nothings that left you giggling as you went to his front door. Shawn swiped his keycard before letting you into the suite.

“Y/N? Honey? Can I get you anything? Water or maybe some tea?” You just shook your head, too absorbed in the stunning view of Los Angeles.

Shawn couldn’t believe he had only met you hours earlier seeing that he was completely wrapped around your dainty finger. He just admired you from a distance. Taking in the bareback silk dress that had caught his eye the moment your heel touched the ground at that party. He pushed himself off the wall he had leaned against before shuffling his shoeless feet towards you. His hands found your waist and you were pressed to his chest again. His nose dipped into your hair and lips kissed behind your ear next to your cartilage piercing, something you figured he liked based on the attention it received throughout the evening.

“Are you still tired?” He knew you were but wanted to let you have control to ease your anxiety all the more.

“Yeah.”

“C’mon then, let’s get some sleep.”

Shawn guided you down the hall and through the bedroom heading toward the ajar door to the bathroom suite. You were confused and let out a squeal as he lifted you but let him place you gently on the counter. He shuffled through his ziploc bag with toiletries until he pulled out a face wash with a proud smile. Shawn pumped the cleanser onto his hands before lightly scrubbing the products from your face. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied every piece of dirt was wiped from your face as he used a wet washcloth.

You looked so pretty like this.

He held your face in his hands and lightly kissed that stupid mole below your brow. He just held you to his lips until his hands took purchase in your hair. Shawn watched the elegant hairstyle be pulled apart as he removed each bobby-pin.

You looked gorgeous like this.

He lifted you again until your feet were on the tile between his own. He guided you to sit on the bed murmuring something about staying awake a little longer but you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes were practically glazed over with happiness. The way Shawn took care of you was unlike anything else.

He quickly rifled through his suitcase cursing his messy tendencies until he came across a worn thrifted Queen shirt. He looked back to see you staring at him with a look of pure adoration and he wondered how your eyes would shift if they held love instead. Shawn broke his line of thought and placed the shirt in your hand.

“Honey, I’m going to change in the bathroom while you change here, alright?”

You nodded through your yawn.

The boy returned to the bedroom, not before knocking to check you were clothed, and stepped up to the bed. He laid out on the comforter before making grabby hands at your figure staring down at him.

“C’mere baby,” he folded you into his arms, “is this okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“Do you, um do you need anything else?”

Your head shook against his chest and you moved closer letting your nose and lips brush his neck.

“You’ll tell me if you need something, yeah?” He barely whispered against your skin.

“Bubba, everything is perfect.”

He smiled at the pet name and squeezed your hip. Happiness was basically emitting in waves from his body.

“There is one thing…”

He almost missed the mumble against his neck.

“Baby?”

“Wake up with me?”

“Hey,” Shawn kissed your temple, “I’d love nothing more.”

Your face shifted and he nearly whimpered when your lips pulled away from his neck, missing your warmth. He watched you quietly, waiting patiently.

His lips were softer against your own than you had expected. Shawn had his lips everywhere all night but nothing prepared you for the feeling of yourself pressed to him. He was shocked and almost let you pull away before crashing his lips to yours in a blistering kiss. Your eyes locked with his until he pulled you back into his neck.

“Bubba?”

“Mmm.” He hummed with closed eyes and a bright smile.

“Your move.”

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