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rafesplaymate · 3 days ago

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Little backstory as to WHY — Ward and Stepsis!reader’s mom allow this little relationship to go on under their roof …

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warnings: stepcest. smut. immoral familial behavior.

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Ward and your mother are exhausted.

The gala they had been at was extravagant, Ward charming potential clientele and your mother his perfect, docile wife.

They finally step into the large depth of Tannyhill, mumbling to each other with mindless conversation as they look around to see almost all the lights off except for soft little lights that keep the house dimly lit.

They know the girls are out, Wheezie at a friends, Sarah — again doing God knows what — and it’s when they near the living room that their soft chatter halts and Ward’s ears perk up as his eyes harden. Your mother looking at him in confusion till she heard exactly what made him pause…

Whines and moans come from the living room. Familiar whines. The ones Ward hears when you’re moping about after not getting your way or bugging your mom about something. Except this time they’re more depraved, more consistent. And then they hear Rafe’s nasally cadence… unable to make out exactly what he’s saying. But something in their chest twists, as Ward shuffles quietly to the living room with your mom who had taken off her heels… her chest thumping as her intuition tells her exactly what’s happening under their roof..

She’d known that Rafe was pining after you from the very first moment you two met. His lustful leer constantly darting over your body when your walked around in minimal or skimpy clothing — despite your mother’s disapproval. His borderline incestual touches that he disguises as familial affection — though she’s never seen him be so attentive to the other girls. And she knows her daughter. She knows that you love it just as much without a care to how it makes her feel.

And that’s when they see it. Ward’s mouth pressing into a hard line and eyes darkening with a swirl of emotions as your mom’s brows furrow and she feels the nausea rise in her stomach to her chest…

There you are. Both of you.

Except this time those lingering touches can’t be passed off as overt-affection — no. This time their suspicions are confirmed and it leaves both of them spiraling mentally as they see you spread out on the couch… Rafe’s head bobbing inbetween your legs as your manicured fingers tug at his stringy hair and nails scratch at his scalp.

He’s got both hands pushing your thighs back to your bare chest, your pedicured-toes pointed in the air as your back arches sensually. His head moving rapidly side to side with harsh groans falling from his lips against your dripping pussy that is messy with spit, your slick and his cum that he’d pounded into you earlier that day.

Your whines grow louder and Rafe’s movements become harsher, his eyes shut tightly as he revels in you, your eyes fluttering and half shut from mind-numbing pleasure — one hand bent over and gripping into the pillow behind you as the other maintains your grip on his messy hair.

But it’s when Rafe’s head picks up as he catches onto movement in the house and he sees exactly who’s home — hovering right behind you, that his wet face falls into a devious smirk. Gathering the spit in his mouth and letting it fall from his mouth in a string right into your already messy pussy as he holds eye contact with your mother.

Pride swelling in his chest at the fact that all her warnings and scoldings to you about staying away from him went completely disregarded. One hand dropping from your thigh making it fall over his shoulder and smearing his spit all over you while holding eye contact — slicked up mouth twisting into a boyish smile with craze in his eyes.

The family signet ring glistening along with your slick against his finger almost mocking.

And that’s when Ward snaps out of it. And your mom finally turns away and shuts her eyes tightly. Desperate to rid the image of the devil tainting her precious girl. Though she knows deep in her mind that you’re just as fucked as he is. Something she’s always refused to accept.

“What the hell is going on?! Fuck Rafe, seriously?!” Ward booms, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and watching as your body jolts in shock. Breast bouncing as your turn your head back and make eye contact with your stepdad. His eyes softening slightly as he takes in his sweet stepdaughter — chest filling with a swirl of emotions he doesn’t know how to explain. Her gorgeous eyes staring up at her dad as her pretty lashes make her look all that more enticing.

Lush lips swollen and slicked up from Rafe’s desperate kisses and the way he fucked your mouth right before.

Oh sweet girl.

The devil’s got my son and now the devil’s got you too.

“Hey dad, how was the gala?” Rafe says casually, his hand pressing into your stomach to hold your back down after your try to get up and cover yourself. Falling back into the cushions with a mewl when he spits again on your pussy, watching as it drips from your swollen clit down to your fluttering hole.

Not a care in the damn world.

“Rafe.” Ward says with grit in his voice. His mind reeling at what to do while your mother sobs into her hand with her back turned to the debauched scene.

“What’s up?” Rafe says too casually, too nonchalant as if what he’s doing isn’t sick. Looking at Ward with fire in his eyes and wet face twisting into a sly grin. “We thought you two were going to come back a little later.” He says as if it’s nothing. As if he’s not defiling his stepsister in front of their eyes.

Rafe moves his body up. Standing up and making Ward grip the bridge of nose and shut his eyes in frustration as he catches sight of his son’s bare body. Hardened cock still slick from your mess. Grabbing his shorts from the floor and sliding them over himself as he tossed your negligee to you and watches you put it on in a daze.

Still needy and ready to cum. And really not that worried about getting caught.

Mind empty and only thoughts of your big brother filling them. The casualty in both your movements makes it seem like you both wanted them to know.

Is this what two got up too? All those moments of “hanging out” alone? Leaving the house at different hours with your hands intertwined in each other’s? Stumbling in from parties with giggles? How long?

“Son.” Ward says with a crack in his voice. Eyes turning back onto you both as your now covered body comes to stand behind Rafe. Legs shaky as you wrap your arms around his stomach and cower behind him. Soft eyes locking onto Ward that makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and take you away from the darkness that his son is.

Ward doesn’t know what to say. His mind going a thousand miles a minute as your mom turns back after regrouping herself. Eyes teary and and full of fury as she points an angry finger at Rafe.

“This ends now!” She roars, walking with conviction in her steps toward both of you and reaching out to grip your arm when you hide your body behind Rafe’s. Her anger bubbling over when Rafe shields you even more and blocks her movements. His towering frame looming over her and his eyes looking down at her with condescending victory.

Her own staring up at him with a nasty, hateful sneer — twisted across her face and fight in her eyes. But it’s when Rafe’s tongue licks his lips with a satisfied hum vibrating from his chest. Teeth showing sharply with a sinful smile after as he lets out a …

“Mhhmm … sweet. Always is, from the very first time.”

That’s when your mother snaps. Her hand reeling back and ready to smack across his smug face. Ward coming up quickly behind and gripping her wrist before her strike can land. Arm wrapping around her stomach as he pulls her into him while her legs buckle. Tears falling angrily from her eyes and she sobs out curses at him.

“You sick son of a bitch! I knew it!” She cries, eyes darting to the way her daughter clings onto the boy that’s suppose to be her protector.

Her brother.

But all he is — is the demon that rips her apart every night with his dick and puts her back together with his tongue.

Ward shushes her gently, moving to sit her on the couch as her face falls into her hands. Sobs ripping from her chest as her perfect little family falls apart right in front of her eyes.

Thank god the girls aren’t home.

Though they don’t know that even they have been catching onto your’s and Rafe’s weird, little relationship.

Ward comes to stand in front of Rafe. His arm still shielding you behind him and your soft eyes looking at Ward around his arm. His eyes dropping to the way your nails grip into his abdomen for comfort. Before flitting back up to Rafe with a new determination in his eyes.

“If you think I’m going to allow this in my home, under my roof,” he emphasizes and lets out a non-humored laugh — head shaking as he finished with a, “you got another thing coming, son.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes with a mocking smirk, head turning to look to the side before swiftly moving back to his father’s gaze. Ward’s shoulders full of tension as both men fight for dominance.

“Yeah?” Drips from Rafe’s wet mouth as a soft chuckle follows right after — before a determined, “you’re not going to do jack-shit. ‘Wanna know, why?” He says with pure confidence. Head tilting mockingly as he stares his father down. Your nails digging into him with a whimper falling from your mouth as you press your damp forehead to his back.

Your mom’s pained cries hitting you in your heart. But Rafe’s love matter’s more.

“That so?” Ward says with furrowed brows and an equally mocking smirk sliding across his face as he takes in his son’s audacity. “Enlighten me, son. Humor me. Why is that?”

Rafe just looks at him with a patronizing confidence. Lips in a nasty grin as he sizes his father up. Determined to come out on top right along with his prize. You.

“You’re not ‘gonna do shit. Because if you do,” he steps forward slightly, chest knocking into his father’s while you shuffle right along with him. Rafe looking down at Ward over his nose. “I’ll make this all public. Show the island exactly who she belongs to and exactly what we’ve been getting up to.”

And that makes Ward’s equally mocking smile drop immediately. His hands falling into a tight fist along his sides, as he takes in Rafe’s statement. The idea of their perfect reputation being marked with a sickening stain bouncing around his brain. Who would respect him if even his own son and stepdaughter don’t?

It immediately makes your mother’s head snap up. Eyes burning into the scene as the same realization settles in her chest. The idea that the other socialites on the island, all their friends, extended family even — would come to see that their children are walking all over the perfect family-image they’ve created with not a care in the world …

Well that makes her chest clench even tighter.

“Yeah, got it now?” Rafe says with triumph laced in his voice. A huff falling from his nose as soft laugh leaves him. That’s what he thought.

“The perfect little family you love to flaunt around and that perfect little reputation would come crumbling down, wouldn’t it?” He rubbed in, his chest swelling with pride as his father stepped back in a daze. His mind going a thousand miles a minute at the type of damage control that would need to be done if this came out to the entirety of the island.

He sits down gently next to your mother. His palms laying flat across his knees and back stiff as his eyes lock into the carpet below. Ignoring the worried stare of his wife as his mind races, before his hands clench into fist once more and he shuts his eyes tightly. A frustrated sigh falling from his nose.

Checkmate bitch.

Rafe is flying on a cloud of victory. Stepping forward and making your arms drop from around him as you look at your parents anxiously. Bringing your manicured nail to your swollen lips as you anxiously chew on the long edge of it. Eyes shuffling between your mother and Ward who’s eyes are now locked onto him with viciousness, Rafe’s strong back facing you.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, his face displaying power as his eyes lock onto yours.

“Wait for me upstairs, baby. Alright? I’ll be up there in a second.” He says softly, though his voice is still full of command. And when you hesitate for a second, eyes darting between his and your mother’s heartbroken gaze.

Well that just won’t do.

“Now!” He grits out, fingers snapping at you and pointing to the exit where you need to go. His face hardened with dominance as he holds your gaze in his. Your feet shuffling before your mind can catch up as you listen to him.

You always would.

As you shuffle past them to follow the path leading to the staircase; his hand comes out to smack your ass with a loud clap as you pass him. Giving out a vicious smirk as he watches you leave the tension filled living room and listen to his command.

Looking over your shoulder — you look at him once more and he can see the tension leave your body as he gave you a reassuring nod.

And when you’re out of his line of sight, that’s when he turns to look back at his father and your mother. Strong arms crossing over his chest as he gazes down at them as if they were nothing.

“Don’t think I won’t. You know me better than that, don’t you dad?” He mocks, eyes battling for dominance with Ward’s as he ignores the burning stare of your mother till he doesn’t. Looking directly at her after and saying…

“And don’t even think about doing anything, either. Got a few videos of your little girl getting fucked and filled that I’m sure the island would love to see.”

His face still slightly damp from his mouth fucking you as his teeth show in a sharp smile once more. Making a show of bringing his fingers to wipe away at it and lick it off his fingers tips — before he finally steps away from them.

Walking around the couch as he heads for the same direction he sent you in. Heavy footsteps filling the otherwise silent house as he leaves them there with loathing at his upper hand on their family.

Rafe calling over his shoulder with a shout of…

“Glad we could have this talk!”

They can just hear the permanent smirk of satisfaction displayed on his face.

And while your mother is trying to rid her mind of you being defiled in front of her very eyes…

Ward’s mind keeps falling back to his gorgeous, little stepdaughter spread out bare in front of him. Wondering what she might taste like …

a/n: hell yeah.

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xjulixred45x · 2 days ago

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That's a good question @donanimee !

When the Baby of Yuu is Born

• If we're talking about the birth itself, I think it would have happened sometime between books 6 and 7. I already mentioned that when Yuu arrived in Twisted Wonderland, she was already a month or two pregnant, so by the time those events occurred, Yuu should have been around 8 months at most. Besides, with the stress of the situation, the baby probably came out prematurely.

• Obviously, I don't think Yuu would have participated in the same way in book 6 because of the pregnancy, but let's just say that once they reached dry land, her water broke, to everyone's horror and concern.

• Riddle was the only one who more or less kept his composure and sent the others to get things for Yuu while he and Adeuce took her to Ramshakle (and Grim brought Crewel, the closest thing they had to a doctor). Ace, being Ace, had Crowley give Yuu his hand so she could squeeze it with all her might (it was cathartic and extremely necessary, thanks Ace), and the other students were calling doctors, bringing things like healing potions in case things went wrong, etc.

• It was chaos in short. The labor lasted approximately 8 hours (with luck, it could be less or MORE hours), and Yuu ends up giving birth to a beautiful baby girl.

• All the panic finally dissipates when the students hear the baby cry for the first time—a loud cry of a healthy baby :,)

• Of course, as soon as everything calms down, Crewel and Trein kick everyone out of the dorm so Yuu can have a few quality days alone with her baby (the only one who can stay is Grim).

• The first few days of motherhood are quite pleasant, fortunately. The baby is healthy and strong, she doesn't wake up much at night, and when she does, the ghosts try to entertain her so Yuu can sleep (unless she has to be fed).

• Yuu also doesn't have to worry about bringing food; several students leave things at Ramshakle's door so as not to bother her with visitors (food, blankets, clothes, etc.).

• Grim is definitely quieter than usual when the baby is born. He's partly afraid that Yuu won't love him anymore or considers him dangerous to have around the baby. But when she offers to say hello and introduces him as a BIG BROTHER... yeah, you can bet Grim cried in Yuu's arms and the baby for a looooong time.

• Riddle is one of the first allowed to visit, and he brings a ton of gifts from the Heartslabyul students (Cater, Trey, and Adeuce). He's the most tense when it comes to interacting with the baby at first. Even though he's taken all the necessary sanitary measures, he's so afraid of doing something wrong. But when Yuu helps him carry her properly and the baby sits comfortably in his arms, he melts.

• He invites Yuu over for tea more often (either to catch up on studies or because he sees that Yuu is really stressed), with the baby, of course! The students in the dorm are happy to take turns watching her so Yuu can have some quiet time. I'd say Riddle still sees Yuu as a sort of maternal/older sister figure, only now his protective instincts also extend to the baby.

• Leona is probably the last one to realistically meet the baby. He doesn't have a good relationship with the children (he can barely stand Cheka), and even if he doesn't say it out loud, he doesn't want to feel left out now that the baby is finally born (mainly because he knows it's a shitty feeling for a shitty reason). Leona only gets to meet Yuu's baby when he stumbles upon her by chance at the botanical garden (not because Yuu was looking for him and Ruggie ratted him out, not at all).

• Leona isn't very patient, but he definitely makes sure the baby is in good hands if Yuu can't watch her for a couple of hours (probably making Ruggie do all the work), preventing the baby from doing stupid things once she starts crawling and putting things in her mouth (no herbivore, don't eat dirt—or toys! You almost look like Ruggie). he acts like he doesn't care, but he'll jump out of his seat if he sees the baby with something in her mouth that shouldn't be there.

• Azul, along with the twins, have probably never seen a human baby up close—they're so small! Floyd is probably one of the first people to visit Yuu and her baby—even Jade mentions it to him when they go to Monster Lounge—and they’re surprisingly careful with the baby, especially Azul, who holds her like she’s made of glass.

• I imagine that when the baby starts walking, Yuu gets so stressed out from taking care of her AND being Crowley’s errand girl that she forgets to eat. To solve this, Azul implements something new at Monster Lounge: a baby menu! The catch is that Yuu also has to order something to eat FOR HERSELF ;) no shrimp will go hungry in their watch.

• KALIM ABSOLUTELY LOVES THE BABY! Although sadly, he couldn't take her to Scarabia because she cried so loudly during the festivities. Kalim is an EXPERT at putting babies to sleep (again, this guy has 30 younger siblings) and can play with her for HOURS. Meanwhile, Yuu and Jamil get a much-needed break from their two hyperactive children.

• I'll just say that Yuu will be lucky if her baby doesn't have a whole festival dedicated to her birthday thanks to Kalim. That, and now her food stash is stocked to the brim thanks to Jamil and Kalim (and probably some money, but shhhhh). Kalim just wants to help in any way he can.

• I like the headcanon that Vil is good with kids; by extension, I think he finds Yuu's baby absolutely adorable. Sure, he keeps a certain distance from the baby and himself because of her clothes (and also because he doesn't know what effects makeup could have on such a young baby), but he's definitely not above bringing a few things for Yuu and the baby with Rook and Epel.

• Another great one is providing a space for Yuu to care for him, especially when the baby is already a few months old or if Yuu is dealing with any consequences of childbirth. I honestly don't think Vil brings up the topic of losing baby weight right away because I think it's common sense that it's a pretty sensitive topic for women; instead, he focuses on Yuu feeling good about herself.

• Ortho was probably one of the few students allowed to come to Ramshakle every day to check on the baby's health with his scanners. Thanks to that, Idia is probably the one who is most attentive to the health of both the baby and Yuu. She almost seems like a mother hen. Is Yuu eating things with iron? Is it beneficial for pregnant women? Or maybe she should send him food with vitamin D? Is he being too creepy by monitoring this kind of things?

• Idia definitely freezes every time the baby climbs on him, just accepting his fate of being this creature's new favorite fluorescent toy (Ortho has videos of this that he shows the first years).

• Malleus, OH MY GOD, MALLEUS, remember how I told you the baby was born shortly before his Overblot? You can bet everyone was super tense with him around Yuu and the baby after that, almost like a Protection Squad.

• Then again, Malleus had no idea how human birth worked, so he definitely got really distressed when he heard Ramshakle's screams of pain, or when they told him that if they didn't act quickly either Yuu or the baby could DIE. It was like a reminder that, even giving birth to another human being, they are very fragile. Malleus was so relieved when he learned that Yuu and her daughter were okay, but the scare never fade.

• He definitely acts like some kind of weird uncle. He even talks to the baby as if she were an adult, and they have full conversations. The baby just babbles or says random words, and Malleus nods as if he understands and makes up a conversation, much to Yuu's amusement and everyone's confusion. At least Malleus can still have his nightly chats with Yuu, given how little sleep babies get.

• Ace and Deuce try to be as careful as possible with the baby, almost seeming like other people due to the kindness they show the baby in contrast to their normal selves. Although of course, they still have their tricks. Ace especially wants to teach the baby how to say his name, and when that doesn't work, he makes her learn funny nicknames for the others (like calling Riddle "red dwarf," knowing he'd never get mad at the baby).

• Deuce tries to prevent this, but it's in vain. When Yuu and they go out on campus, the baby is usually carried on one of their shoulders (they constantly fight over who is the "favorite uncle," unaware that that position already belongs to Grim).

• BONUS: THE STAFF

• Crowley definitely gives Yuu more work now because she's "no longer incapacitated," but he doesn't give her maternity leave. That is, until a mob of angry teenagers comes to his office to complain about his lack of basic human decency, and he decides to give him a month off. Every time Crowley is near the baby, she cries, but not a normal cry, no, a HYSTERICAL cry. Yuu thinks the problem might be the mask, but you can see how the baby makes faces at Crowley's voice.

• Sam always has things in stock that the baby might like, things like toys, bibs, clothes, etc. While Yuu is shopping, the baby likes to play with Sam's shadow. He thinks it's very interesting that the baby isn't afraid of them and tells Yuu that his baby has a very unique personality.

• Vargas remains essentially the same, a stereotypical gentleman who makes his students also be proper gentlemen to the ladies. If Yuu wants to join the class but has to bring the baby with her, Vargas will happily carry her while yelling at the students to move, occasionally tickling the baby, or passing her some candy.

• Trein is the ultimate babysitter. Not only does he have the experience, but the baby automatically trusts him without hesitation; he's the opposite of Crowley. Trein and Yuu remain close friends (I'd say Trein sees a lot of his daughters in Yuu), and he's willing to lend a hand if she has trouble with the baby. He's also the best source of baby-related advice at the school.

• Crewel's first reaction when the baby was able to leave school was to go shopping for clothes with Yuu, mostly matching clothes—he thinks they're the cutest thing ever! He's definitely bought her Dalmatian onesies. He definitely takes every opportunity he gets when he visits Yuu for tea to see the baby (it's like that "move bitch" meme).

• Overall, a big, dysfunctional, happy family was formed.

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wordsofwhimsy · 3 days ago

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❀ꗥ～𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ～ꗥ❀

❀ꗥ～ Viltrumite!Mark Edition!～ꗥ❀

Pairing: Viltrumite!Mark Grayson x Southern Belle!Reader

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, wholesome with a side of unhinged, Mark is confused and in love

Word Count: 1,793

Synopsis: He came to Earth to conquer, but all that went out the window when you strolled by in a sundress with a parasol, ready to tend to all his wounds. He’s never known softness like this, and by the time the tea hits his tongue, it’s already over. He’d give you the whole galaxy just to hear you call him “sugar” again.

a/n: saw this ask and just couldn’t stop myself – got to work like my mf life depended on it

you can start reading the main series ❀ꗥ～Here! ～ꗥ❀

Mark wasn’t sure what had brought him here—this quiet patch of countryside far removed from the chaos he’d just caused. The land was untouched, still, and so at odds with the life he had come to know. He just needed a moment to breathe, to step away from the endless battle, even if only for a brief second.

Leaning against an old oak tree, his body aching from the brutal fighting, Mark closed his eyes, letting the weight of his Viltrumite nature settle over him. The mission was always the same, the purpose always clear. Yet, as he sat in this strange silence, something gnawed at him, a feeling he couldn’t name.

That’s when he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching, the rhythmic tap of shoes on the dirt road.

You weren’t expecting to see anyone—much less someone like him. But there he was, a tall figure in torn clothes, looking as though he’d been through hell. Bloodstains marked his chest and arms, dirt smudged across his face.

You blinked in shock. "Oh my stars!" you cried, immediately dropping your parasol in the dirt as you rushed over. "Sweetheart, are you alright?!"

You knelt beside him without a second thought, your fingers gently grazing his face as you checked for injuries. The coolness of your touch felt almost foreign to Mark as he stiffened under your hands. His entire body locked up in surprise, but you didn’t seem to notice. You were too busy worrying about him, your face twisted in concern.

His heart skipped, a strange fluttering sensation pulsing through his chest. No one had ever touched him like this—so soft, so gentle. For a moment, he couldn’t quite figure out what to do with the unexpected feeling.

"Lord have mercy, look at you," you muttered, brushing the dirt from his face. "You’re hurt somethin’ fierce. What in tarnation happened? You been in some kind of scuffle with a whole stampede?"

You continued to check over him, your fingers tracing over his arms and chest as you sought out any serious injuries. Mark winced as you brushed over a gash on his side, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he found himself frozen in place, letting you care for him as if that’s how it was always supposed to be.

"Sugar," you tutted softly, brow furrowed. "You’re more tore up than a sack of potatoes after a long fall." You let out a little sigh, your voice full of maternal warmth. "I reckon you’ve been through the wringer, haven’t you?"

He was having a hard time keeping his mind focused. Why wasn’t he pulling away? Why wasn’t he using his strength to get out of this strange situation?

You gently pressed against his ribs, checking for any broken bones. "My word," you muttered, shaking your head as you gently pressed on his shoulder. "You ain’t gonna be able to walk around here like this. Not with all these bumps and bruises."

Mark’s chest tightened with each word, and a strange pull in his stomach had him looking at you in stunned silence. His Viltrumite instincts told him to stay guarded, but your presence was doing something to him, something his body wasn’t used to. Something good.

"Can you walk, darlin’?" you asked, your voice full of concern but with a gentle command. You reached up, your hand resting on his arm, and he found himself standing with little resistance. "Come on now, we’re gonna get you outta here. I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but I reckon you need some rest—and a tall glass of sweet tea."

Mark’s breath hitched at the sound of your voice, at the way you just… guided him. He didn’t even think twice about following your lead. Every step felt like it was the one he was meant to take.

You didn’t question him. You didn’t need to know his past or where he came from. All you cared about was that he was hurt, and you were going to take care of him. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Mark didn’t resist. He didn’t fight. He just let you lead him forward.

"Now, don’t you worry none," you said softly as you guided him along, your hand steady on his side. "I’m gonna get you patched up proper. And once I do, we’ll have us some tea, and I’ll make sure you’re feelin’ better than a cat in a sunbeam."

Mark still couldn’t understand it, the pull of your kindness. But as he followed you to your house, feeling the warmth of your touch and hearing the calm reassurance in your voice, he realized something.

For the first time in his life, he wasn’t thinking about fighting. He wasn’t thinking about conquering. He was simply thinking about being here, with you, in this moment, and feeling… peace.

You brought him inside like you were wrangling a lost lamb, gentle but firm, guiding him through the doorway of your little white farmhouse with the chipping paint and creaky screen door. The inside was warm and golden from the afternoon sun, the faint smell of lemon and lavender drifting through the air.

You sat him down carefully on a cushioned bench in your kitchen, one hand on his shoulder to steady him, the other already rummaging through an old tin first-aid box.

“Alright, sug, now you just sit tight. I’m gonna patch you up, and you better not go faintin’ on me,” you said, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic and a roll of gauze. “You bleed on my floors, and I’m liable to fuss.”

Mark just blinked at you, stunned into silence, the faintest crease of confusion between his brows like he’d landed on an alien planet. His muscles were still tensed, but he didn’t move—just watched you like you were some kind of celestial being.

You knelt down between his knees and got to work, gently dabbing at a cut on his arm.

“Now hold still, darlin’. This might sting a smidge,” you warned before applying the antiseptic. He didn’t even flinch—Viltrumite pain tolerance and all—but you still blew on it afterward, murmuring, “There now, all better,” like you’d just fixed up a scraped knee.

Then came the side wound. You pulled his shirt up carefully, your fingers grazing over the bruises blooming across his ribs. “Heavens to Betsy, it’s like you tried to wrestle a tornado and lost,” you muttered, lips pursed. “Who did this to you, sugarplum? ’Cause I’m fixin’ to give them a piece of my mind.”

Mark didn’t answer. Couldn’t. He was too busy short-circuiting at the pet names and the way your voice wrapped around him like warm honey. Every touch made his skin hum. Every little murmur made something unfamiliar twist in his gut. He was supposed to be hardened. Cold. Focused. But your gentle fussin’ had him feeling like he was melting from the inside out.

After you’d finished bandaging him, you stood, brushed your hands off on your apron, and nodded toward the stove. “Alright now, sit yourself up proper. I’m gonna fix you a plate. You look like you haven’t eaten since the cows came home.”

He watched you move around the kitchen with ease, slicing cornbread, reheating some leftover fried chicken, piling a plate like you’d been feeding men three times his size all your life.

Then you handed him a glass of something golden and ice-cold. “Sweet tea,” you said, proud as a peacock. “Made it this mornin’. Try some. It’ll fix what ails ya.”

Mark took the glass. Cold condensation beaded along his fingers. He sipped. Blinked. Stared at the glass like it had just rewritten his understanding of the universe.

You tilted your head, hand on your hip. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense now—how is it?”

He looked at you, eyes narrowed, completely dead serious. “…This… is good.”

You blinked at him for a beat, hand still frozen on your hip. “…Well, shoot, sugar. Say it with a little conviction, why don’tcha?” A grin tugged at your lips despite yourself. “You sayin’ that like I handed you plain water instead of the nectar of the South.”

You stepped a little closer, eyeing him with mock suspicion. “You never had sweet tea before, have ya?”

He shook his head slowly, taking another sip like it was a secret he didn’t want to share too loud.

You let out a small gasp, one hand flying to your chest. “Lord above, I done found me a man who ain’t never tasted sweet tea.” You paused, smile growing. “Well, bless your poor, misguided heart—we’re gonna fix that.”

He took another sip like he was afraid it would disappear if he didn’t drink it fast enough. And somewhere between the tea and the second bite of cornbread, it hit him: he didn’t want to leave.

Not now. Not ever.

You’d fussed over him like he mattered. You’d fed him, healed him, talked to him like he was a person—not a monster, not a soldier, not a god. Just a man. And it undid something in him. Untied all the knots he didn’t even realize he’d been carrying in his chest.

Mark Grayson, born of war and built for domination, sat in a country kitchen, bandaged and fed, listening to your soft hum as you washed dishes—and knew in his bones he would burn the world to protect this place.

You turned back to him with a little smile, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. “Feelin’ better, hon?”

Mark nodded slowly, still holding that glass of sweet tea like it was sacred. “I’m gonna marry you,” he said, quiet but certain.

You blinked. “I—pardon?”

He didn’t repeat himself. Just took another sip of tea and watched you like you’d already been claimed.

Because in his heart—you had.

#invincible #mark grayson #invincible fanfic #invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #invincible show #mark grayson fanfic #variant mark grayson #whimsical words #mark grayson variants #viltrumite mark #viltrumite mark x reader

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simpjaes · 3 days ago

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who in enha do you think would take you on a dinner date while ur plugged with a vib and he has the remote >•<

hyung line vibes

★ heeseung:

he's the one who suggested it, buying the remote control vibe as a surprise for you before watching you open the package with a mischievous lil smirk. "come on, just wear it to dinner with me tonight!" and "i promise, i won't go too crazy with it." are his main arguments, and shame on you for believing him. heeseung is the worst when he's sitting across from you with those big, fake-innocent eyes blinking at you, waiting for you to break. He turns the nob up, up, up, til he can hear the vibration inside of you hitting the seat under you. And still, he's smile. "What's wrong baby? you haven't even touched your food," he'd pout at you, watching you sweat and struggle to pretend you're okay before catching your breath.

heeseung would be evil with it.

☆ jake:

desperate to see you cum everywhere, all the time. you're the one who originally suggested it, just as a fun little anniversary thing you guys could do, but it was game over the second he saw you struggle to hide your pleasure in the face of a waitress asking if you'd like broccoli or fries as a side. You don't exactly regret asking him to try it with you, but goddamn, he doesn't give it a rest. you'll need to go to the fucking grocery store because you forgot flour or something and here comes turbovibeman, prancing to you with that thing and putting it in you himself , with a hand down your pants and another holding you tight against him so you can't wiggle away. that grin on his face wide, like "you always pretend to hate it, but you jump me the second we get into the car." sadly, you can't argue with that.

you're into it, it's just more fun to act annoyed and fight him on it. additionally, jake probably would buy one for himself too, asking you to fuck him up in the middle of dinner, or the grocery store.

★ sunghoon:

kinda shy about it but you know he's a goddamn liar. You bought it, you put it in you, you held the remote in your bag up until the two of you got your food, then you slid it across the table at him. "Go on, push a button." you'd urge him, and ofc he'd look at you with a raised brow, thinking his girl done went crazy or something. He does push the button, and in that moment he watches you jolt. You practically see him making the connection before he smirks, narrowing his eyes at you and turning it all the way up. It's...too much. It makes you too sensitive. And when you look at him with pleading eyes, almost moaning out, he just smiles and sips his water with a death grip on the remote. "You knew i would." He comments. You did know. You played yourself with this one.

☆ jay:

the type to moan with you even though he's neglected. the type to get up mid-dinner, forget to pay for the meal, and walk out with a very blatant hard-on in his pants, dragging you out so he can fuck :( i almost think jay would enjoy it, but i also am very biased and believe he'd do it for you, but suffer watching you feel good over a silicone toy in you. Yeah, he's controlling it, but!!!! that could be his fingers!! his mouth!!!! his cock!!!! not saying he'd get jealous of the toy, but he would, and that would even be part of the fun for you. It's not even you who ends up edged when you guys do this, it's him. Watching you like that kills him, seeing you get so close, makes him struggle not to lay you out right there on the table and fuck you for everyone to see :( but hey, he suffers for you, and you suffer for it. true love baby!!!!

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #jay smut

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poisonofthepaint · 2 days ago

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thinking of you

jack broke up with you because he said you needed someone younger. yet, he's still offended when he hears you're going on a date with someone else. you show up to his apartment to set the record straight.

cw: MDNI, make up sex to the max, pinv, no protection, kind of angsty but like not really, reader is independent and sort of snappy (for good reason), nipple sucking, pet names (angel, honey, sweetheart), not sure what else lmk if you see anything!

a/n: i wrote this off two beers so i'm gonna say i proofread it, but who knows...

wc: 2k

Jack didn't get pissed off. Sure, he would get mildly annoyed. He could snap. But he was never filled with unbridled rage. He could contain himself, calm himself down. He learned it in the military. He knew you couldn’t fight as well if you were angry, it clouded your judgement too much, you have to keep, at least a little bit, of a level head.

But tonight, Jack was pissed off. Robby had told him you had a date tonight. He told Jack over text, saying he, ‘figured he should know.” Jack couldn’t decide if he was thankful for the message or not.

That is what he said to you, when it ended. That you needed someone your own age. That you needed to get out there and act your age. It wasn’t good to work with someone and date them, act older than you need to. It was self-defense, he later realized. He was insecure about himself, and what he could or could not give you, so he ended it. He couldn’t believe you had listened to his incoherent ramblings. What he said made no sense, and he knew that now, but he also knew he had to take a step back and leave you the hell alone. He had fucked up, that was for sure. Begging for you back, when you had no reason to come back, would be even more fucked up.

He was regretting that mentality right now, all he wanted to do was call you. To tell you to come home. To come back to him. That guy didn’t know how to treat you, he didn’t know what you needed. He was only there to get in your pants. You were far too fucking intelligent for some immature douchebag. Jack knew what you needed, he was the only one who knew how to treat you right. He would give anything for you. This kid would not. Jack didn’t even need to know his name to know that.

Jack’s finger hovered over the call button on your contact. He tried to think of some emergency to get you to come see him instead of being on that date. But he couldn’t think of anything. There was no reason, fake or real, why you shouldn’t be on that date.

He sighs, puts down his phone, sits in his recliner. His cushy chair, one of the only things he has splurged on in his life, faces the window, which overlooks the city. The buildings sparkle at him. It’s around seven, usually he’d be at work by now, but it was his day off. He wishes it wasn’t, he wishes that he had something to distract him. He thinks about grabbing his go bag, thinks about changing into what he wears under his scrubs and telling Shen and Ellis to just leave him the hell alone and let him work. But, he hears you in the back of his head, telling him to slow down, telling him to wait a moment, to sit with what he’s thinking instead of shoving it down.

So that’s what he does. He sits. And he thinks. And he fucking prays to whoever is listening. That you’re safe. That you’re having an okay time. That maybe you’ll come back. Even though he’s a piece of shit. Even though he’s the one who told you to leave. You’re just following his orders, after all.

Three small, basically unhearable, knocks strike his door. He pushes off his chair with a sigh, thankful he didn’t take off his prosthetic yet. He figures it’s a neighbor, he lives by a lot of older women who tend to check up on him.

He opens the door with a force, but his eyes get heavy when he realizes it’s you standing there.

“Did he fucking hurt you?” Jack thunders.

“What? How do you even know where I was?”

“Answer me.”

“No, he didn’t hurt me. He just–”

“You’re scaring me a bit, sweetheart.”

You let out a long breath, Jack has both of his hands on your shoulders, giving you the eye exam of a lifetime.

“He didn’t hurt me, he’s just not you. He’s too, spritely. Too eager. I don’t know.”

Jack fights a smile, he bites the inside of his cheek. “No one is me.”

“Not the time to be fucking cocky, Jack. We need to seriously talk.”

The smile he was fighting fades from his face. He becomes pale, his heart is tachy.

“You fucked me up real good. You told me I was wrong about something that felt so right–” you say, crossing your arms and staring. You’ve entered the apartment at this point. You stand at the island in the kitchen.

He cuts you off. “I was wrong. I’m wrong. You’re what I need. I need you more than I need work, and I’ve never said that about anything.”

Jack swipes a hand over his face, crossing the room to come stand in front of you. “I was scared, I was being a fucking pussy. Worrying about what people would think, worrying about you.”

“I don’t need anyone to worry about me.” you state firmly.

“I know that. I know that. Please, give it another go with me. I won’t fuck it up. I won’t. I see what it’s like now. I see it. I hear it. Loud and clear.” he’s inches from your face, holding you at your hips.

You don’t move just yet. Your eyes scan his, you're used to his eye contact by now. You’re searching for any signs of lying, any signs of unseriousness, but there isn’t any. Jack gives you a sharp nod. His eyes are so sharp, you think that they could cut daggers into yours.

You swiftly nod back, just once. Up and down. And that’s all it takes.

Jack’s lips are on yours before you can inhale. All teeth and tongue, he wastes no time showing you how much he missed you. The grip at your hips tightens, and he pulls you closer to him, so that your hips grind against his. So that your stomach can feel his abs through the worn gray cotton t-shirt he has on. You try not to notice that it’s the shirt you would sleep in when you slept over, but you do. Because he’s a sentimental man, because he’s obviously been punishing himself with his memories of you.

He comes up for air and shakes his head at you. “Thank you.” he kisses you again.

“Thank me?” you query.

“Thank you for coming back. You know what I need.”

“You know what I need. I never had to fucking ask for anything. You just knew. Before I did.” you admit.

“You know me too. You know me better than anyone does, angel.”

You pull his face back to yours. Eager to feel his lips after a long five months.

He grabs your hips again, hoisting you up onto him. You wrap around his midsection. The friction from your jeans rubs you just right and you moan into Jack.

“Tell me more,” is all he says in response.

You groan. “I didn’t miss your old man jokes.”

“Yes you did, that’s why you’re here.”

He lays you back in the bed and doesn’t give you a chance to respond. The kisses become more fervent as he pushes the gym shorts off of himself. You make quick work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, along with your underwear.

You and Jack didn’t need to talk it through any more. You were on the same page. You just understood it. You two could go hours without speaking, and still say a million words to each other.

It’s like at work, all you had to do was shoot him a look and he understood. When a patient wasn’t going to make it, when something suspicious was going on, when something hysterical was going on, but you couldn’t laugh. You didn’t need words to convey how you were feeling. And if your eyes weren’t going to tell him tonight, your cunt definitely was. You could feel yourself dripping onto his sheets.

“I don’t think I have any condoms. I–” Jack’s eyes dance around his minimalistic bedroom.

“I don’t care. I’m clean, you’re clean. Please, I need it.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice. He lines himself up, groans at the wet spot on the bed. And then he goes in. One long, deep, thrust. He bottoms out. You throw your head back onto the pillows before you’re reminded of his ‘thing’. Your eyes snap up at him and he grins. A cheshire smile. One that you couldn’t forget if you tried.

His cock curves inside you like you’re two puzzle pieces. You clench around him until he has to ask you to let up.

He sets his pace. Long, deep, hard. Jack wasn’t one to fuck fast. He needed to enjoy it. To soak it all in. To feel you, to remember every inch of your walls. He wanted to always remember each individual fuck. What sets them apart? How did you look when you came this time versus the other fifty times? He once told you he thought about starting a sex journal so he could become the best at getting you off.

Jack has about zero thoughts in his head that don’t surround around making you finish. He wants it like a prisoner wants an escape. He feels like he just saw his parole officer and they set him free, or put him on house arrest, he’s sure he’s not completely out of the dog house, but none of that matters to him now.

He’s inside you, and you’re making the noises he’s dreamt about every night since you left. “That’s it, pretty girl. That’s it.”

You clench again, hard. “I wanna– fuck– be on top.”

He doesn’t respond, just flips you over.

You straddle his waist and he pulls you in closer, sucking on your pert nipple. Jack guides your hips up and down before giving into what he really wants to do.

Instead of moving you, he holds you still, opting to drive his cock up into you. You hiss, make a noise between a groan and a squeal. You bury your head into his shoulder and it moves you impossibly closer to him.

He shifts so that one arm has a hold of your waist. The other comes between your two bodies, searching for your clit. He finds it, without looking, and rubs sharp circles that follow his pace on it. Your head flies back.

“Fuck I’m—”

“Yup, me too, honey. C’mon, let me have it. Let it all go.”

You gasp at the feeling. It rushes out of you almost as soon as you recognize the tight knot in your stomach. You can’t control your noises anymore, and neither can Jack.

He comes with you, burying his cock into your heat. He groans, over and over, and then pants.

You hum against him, resting your sweaty forehead against his. He moves so he can place a kiss on yours, a sweet one, to tell you you’re okay.

Neither of you make any effort to move, pleased to stay intertwined after being separated.

“What was his name?”

“Here come the questions. Can’t you let me enjoy this?”

“Never,” Jack quips. He shoots you a look, waiting for his answer.

“His name is Jack.”

His face turns pale, all jokes leave his brain, “You went on a date with someone who has my name?”

“I thought it would make the transition easier! I was hoping you wouldn’t ask!” you shake your head in shame.

“How old was he?”

“Oh my god. That I am not answering. It doesn’t matter. The whole time I just thought about you, and your bullshit excuses for ending it. Telling me I need someone younger, c’mon.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Forgotten. We’re here now. Just don’t ever fucking do it again. I hate working day shift.” your face lights up. “Is that how you found out? Did Robby say something to you?”

Your mouth falls open at Jack’s cackling.

“So old men gossip too, got it. This is fucked.”

Jack shakes his head at you, calms himself down. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here.”

“You don’t have to. I know.”

#jack abbot x reader #dr abbot x reader #jack abbot smut #jack abbot #jack abbot fanfic #the pitt fanfiction #jack ⋆⁺₊❅. ㅤ

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alinathinkstoomuch · 15 hours ago

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A HELLO AND A KISS

pairing: aaron hotchner x lawyer!reader summary: aaron hotchner survives serial killers and endless paperwork—but apparently not you breezing past him without a hello, based on this request. (im so sorry, i got carried away and did not include the part of r meeting the team!!! pls dont hate me) warnings | an: jealous hotch, protective hotch, simp hotch, hotch is just down bad for his girl, one bj joke word count: 2.4k

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You hadn’t come home last night.

Aaron had simply received a brief text: Don’t wait up. A case fell into my lap last minute. It wasn’t unusual—not in your line of work, and certainly not in his. You’d both sent that message before, more times than either of you could count. It came with the territory.

You and Aaron had always kept your professional lives separate. A clean, white, necessary line in the sand. It helped keep the bloodstained parts from crossing over and kept your dinner conversations from becoming post-mortems or courtroom recaps. After all, it was easier not to talk about the men Aaron arrested when you were the one prosecuting them.

He didn’t put it together right away.

But all five of his senses were attuned to you. Honestly? his sixth sense was you. He didn’t need to see you to know you were there—he could feel you, hear you, even smell you before he ever caught a glimpse. It didn’t take much. Sometimes, it was just the sound of heels—your heels—that gave you away.

It was that click-clack rhythm that he had grown accustomed to over the months, filtering through early mornings when you forgot your keys, then your case notes, then your coffee. It trailed after you in the hallway, embedded in every corner where you’d left pieces of yourself scattered around his home.

And now, that same sound echoed from behind him, followed by the heavy thud of the courtroom door swinging shut.

“Can’t believe he’s actually trying to weasel out of this,” Prentiss muttered under her breath, just as you swept past their row.

The unsub’s public defender had filed a not-guilty plea days earlier—citing supposed evidence mishandling, mistaken identity, even floating some half-baked theory about a setup. It was desperate. Flimsy. But just credible enough to stall the trial, to buy time he didn’t deserve.

You didn’t look Aaron’s way. Didn’t slow your pace. You gave no reaction at all, just glided by, slipping into the prosecution’s chair like it was your usual seat at the office.

“New face,” Prentiss noted, leaning toward Hotch. “She wasn’t at the prelims was she?”

Hotch finally cleared his throat. “No.”

He meant to say more—something neutral, something about new counsel, something properly professional, something more him—but the words got stuck somewhere behind his ribs. Especially when the most him thing in the world was standing right there, only meters away from a man he’d gladly kill with his bare hands if he so much as looked at you the wrong way.

Though, truthfully, he knew you’d get to him quicker with words, with strategy, with that cool, calculated tone that could cut deeper than any punch Hotch could throw.

You still hadn’t looked at him. Fully locked into that little world of yours, where the second you stepped into a courtroom, you grew fins and dermal denticles, transforming into a shark in couture and four-inch heels.

It stung. Just a little. But he knew why you were doing it. He just couldn’t begin to imagine what it must feel like to sit in a room and watch you give someone like that—worst of the worst—your full, undivided attention.

He’d only had the pleasure (and slight terror) of watching you in court twice before—neither case connected to the BAU and already, he was starting to sweat. Just a little. Maybe.

Aaron clamped his jaw tight, trying to keep his expression neutral, but the effort must’ve been visible because he caught Rossi huffing a laugh under his breath.

Of course Rossi knew. Rossi was the only one who’d actually met you off-duty. And the last thing Hotch needed was Rossi even hinting at the tiny, minuscule, barely-worth-mentioning fact that you wore Aaron’s old college t-shirt to bed, or that just a few hours ago, he’d been ogling your bare legs as you stumbled out of the shower, mumbling at him to go back to sleep.

Because as soon as Prentiss or Morgan—who already looked half-asleep in his seat—caught wind of it, it wouldn’t be a murder trial they were interested in anymore. No, it would turn into entertainment, something far more exciting than sitting at their desks, pretending to work through paperwork they never submitted on time anyway.

He shifted in his seat. No engagement was the best engagement, he figured.

Instead, he forced his eyes off you and onto the defendant, who was fiddling with his tie like that would suddenly make him more credible. Like anyone in the room would forget what he’d done just because he shaved and tucked in his damn shirt.

But the second you stood, rising slowly from your chair, Aaron’s gaze snapped right back to you, so fast it nearly gave him whiplash. Still, you didn’t look his way. Of course you didn’t. You were here to do a job. And right now, that job was dismantling a man with nothing but your voice.

He swallowed hard.

Yeah. He was definitely sweating now.

By the time the trial hit the halfway mark, he could tell your energy had changed—or was about to—with the unsub being called to the stand.

Hotch sat stiffly, watching you shuffle your notes with little effort. Morgan had finally roused enough to start paying attention, and Prentiss was scribbling away in the margins of her legal pad—none of which, Hotch would bet good money, had anything to do with the actual trial.

You stood once more, brushing that stubborn piece of hair away from your face—the one that always seemed to fall whenever you were reading something from above. He wished he could push it away for you, wished he could pull you out of this courtroom entirely, shield you from every ugly, broken thing the world could throw at you.

But then your voice cut through the room, reminding him that this was your job.

"Alright," you began, voice crisp but bored, like you were already three steps ahead. That’s what anyone else might think. But Aaron knew you were ahead five.

"Let’s go back to March 5th," you said, pausing just for a second. "You said you didn’t know Jessica Harlan."

"I didn’t," Tanner snapped back, so fast it almost made Hotch smile.

That kind of panic was never a good sign—and he knew it was one of your favourite tells. The second someone cracked like that, it was like flipping a switch, like flashing a green light across the battlefield. Go get him.

"Right," you hummed, nodding like you were humouring a stubborn child throwing a tantrum. "Right."

Another pause.

You were good at that—giving the poor soul on the receiving end (victim, really) of your arguing capabilities enough time to think. To second-guess themselves. Hotch had picked up on it early on, and when he’d once asked you about it, you gave him a dry, matter-of-fact answer: it gave people enough time to realise how stupid they sounded.

"And yet, a witness places your car parked across the street from her apartment two nights in a row. Same make, same model, same license plate."

Tanner shifted in the witness chair, but you didn’t rush him. You stood there, cool and composed, giving him just enough rope to hang himself.

“I –”

"Parked there?" you cut in, tilting your head like you were offering him an easy out. The trap was already set.

You reached for the remote, clicking the TV monitor on.

"Okay, that’s completely understandable," you considered with a polite nod toward the jury. "Though I’m not quite sure what your explanation is for getting out of the vehicle on the second night and standing in front of Jessica Harlan’s apartment for—" you glanced down at your watch, "—thirty-seven minutes."

You glanced back up, eyebrows raised just enough to look curious but not confrontational. Just a lawyer looking for answers.

Tanner opened his mouth, closed it, then looked down at his hands like maybe they’d have a better explanation than he did.

Aaron recognised the footage immediately, thanks to Garcia’s handiwork. The screen showed Tanner stepping out of his car, glancing around, and then just…standing there. Across the street from Jessica’s apartment building.

Doing absolutely nothing.

For thirty-seven minutes.

The same number of stab wounds Jessica and every other victim had endured.

You didn’t even glance at the screen. Your focus stayed fixed on Tanner like a blade against his throat.

“Maybe you were just out getting some fresh air. Though I’m not sure stalking is generally recommended for cardio.”

"Objection, Your Honour—" the defence attorney barked, already on his feet.

You raised a hand, before the judge even had time to respond. “Withdrawn.”

"I wasn’t watching her,” Tanner argued, drawing the attention back to himself.

"No?” you echoed, cocking your head to the side. “Then what were you doing, Mr Tanner? Practicing your standing endurance?"

He huffed out a weak laugh with no real humour behind it. It was the kind that people made when they realised they were cornered and didn’t have the tools to dig their way out.

“I just... needed some air,” he repeated, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

"I get it, I do," you agreed in faux sweetness. "We all need fresh air. Though it’s odd, don’t you think?"

“I’m sorry?”

“Jessica Harlan was stabbed thirty-seven times…" You took a step closer to Tanner, and Aaron had to physically stop himself from moving. Remind himself that you knew exactly what you were doing. That this was all part of the strategy. Even if, deep down, he wanted nothing more than to stand between you and every monster you faced.

"Which," you continued, "happens to be the exact number of minutes you spent outside her apartment."

Tanner swallowed, but that didn’t seem to faze you.

"Just like you spent thirty-seven minutes outside Eliza Horne’s place of work," you listed off, each word tightening the noose around Tanner’s neck. "Thirty-seven minutes outside the gym where Marissa Cole trained. Thirty-seven minutes at the café Danielle Ruiz visited every Thursday—”

Aaron felt Prentiss lean in beside him. “She’s good.”

He didn’t look away from you long enough to answer.

Good didn’t even begin to cover it.

You were extraordinary. And somehow—somehow—you were his.

He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, what twist of fate had put you in his path, but he would be grateful for it for the rest of his life.

Grateful that you had let him in.

Grateful that he got to see you whole.

Whether it was in a courtroom, where you left your smile and affection at the door to tear the truth out of some of the worst people, or in the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed—the way you teased him for how he pronounced pecan—he had seen it all. And he wouldn’t trade a second of it.

A nudge from Rossi pulled Aaron out of what felt like a permanent trance—the one you had managed to put him in with no effort whatsoever.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded, absently rubbing a hand over his jaw.

"Got you reminiscing about your prosecutor days?"

Aaron let out a breath that almost passed for a laugh. "I think if I’d stayed," he said, glancing back toward you, "she would’ve put me to shame."

"Would’ve been one hell of a show,” Rossi murmured. “Don’t let her get away.”

Aaron’s mouth tipped into the barest hint of a smile. He wasn’t planning on it. Hell would have to freeze over before he let even the smallest possibility of that happen.

His eyes found you again—right where they belonged—just as you finished with Tanner.

The day wound down eventually, and Aaron doubted the trial would drag on much longer, not after what you’d done to Tanner and his defence team. There wasn’t much left of them by the time you were finished.

He lingered just outside the courtroom, waiting. He’d managed to come up with a half-convincing excuse to stay behind, though neither Morgan nor Prentiss seemed to question it. They were too busy arguing over whether they could convince Penelope to hack into your trial schedule just so they could sit in on another one.

Not that Aaron could blame them.

The courthouse entrance doors swung open again, and you finally stepped through, files tucked under your arm, eyes fixed on your phone as you breezed past.

You didn’t even glance his way.

Again.

Aaron blinked. Really?

"So I don't even get a hello?" he asked, stepping lightly into your path with a raised brow. “Twice in one day. Must be losing my edge.”

You looked up, startled for half a second before your entire face lit up at the sight of him.

"I’m so sorry!" you blurted, already smiling. "You know how much I hate it when things fall into my lap last minute. I've been running around all day just trying to catch up—”

"No, no," he interjected, keeping his face painfully neutral, though the corners of his mouth twitched, just a little. "It’s fine. I’m obviously not that memorable."

"And I thought I was the needy one." You shook your head, still laughing under your breath as you tucked your phone away and shifted your files into one arm.

“Come here,” you cooed, hooking two fingers into the front of Aaron’s jacket, tugging him down.

He went willingly—no surprise there.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek first, soft and easy, before leaning in for a slower one on his lips. The kind that made him forget you were still technically in public.

"Better?" you asked, pulling back just enough to see the answer written all over his face.

"Only a little," he murmured, and before you could so much as blink, he reached out and took the files and your briefcase from your arms like it was second nature, like he’d been carrying your things for years.

“You carrying my stuff now, too?”

“Maybe I’m just trying to earn my next hello.”

You laughed, the sound unwinding every knot in Aaron’s chest, loosening him in ways only you ever could.

“Keep this up and you’ll have my mouth doing a lot more than just saying hello.”

Yeah.

He was completely gone.

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dragonnadder · 2 days ago

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It takes you a minute to realize you don't need to breathe.

It takes a while longer to actually get used to it. You'd gone snorkeling once, and had a horrible time trying to convince your lungs that breathing through your mouth and not your nose was fine. Honestly, in that regard, you're almost thankful you weren't wearing a spacesuit when your ship exploded—you'd have been unbelievably stressed about the tinny electronic timer reminding you of your dwindling oxygen load. At least you got that over with.

You've still got problems, though. Your ears are ringing something fierce, for one; not that there'd be much to hear, anyway, floating in the interstellar medium like you are. There's also the pieces of ship hull embedded in your back, freezing your entire body as your heat saps into them and dissipates. Unfortunately, if the blast didn't kill you, that probably won't, either. If only you could hop in a sauna.

You turn your head with a wheeze of pain, searching for the wreckage of your ship. It's a nearly futile effort, you know that—you're too far from the nearest star system to have any real light, you'd have to hope any of the pieces were blocking distant stars, enough for you to notice.

Nothing catches your eye.

Nothing? All of your key documents were on that ship. IDs, bank cards, everything. How are you supposed to hail anyone properly without a signal pad? How are you going to pay for lodging and medical care?

...How is anyone going to know you're here?

You begin to turn your head again, and the metal in your back tears something, and you instinctively try to suck in a sharp breath, but nothing comes. A short bout of choking ensues, every movement causing something to dig into you harder, until you finally manage to bite your own tongue and get a hold of yourself. You don't really have many other options. This might be how I die, you think. Then you try to laugh, and regret it.

You know the average distance between star systems is about five light-years, give or take a few. If you got unbelievably, obscenely lucky, you might be on track to come into orbit of Dehon and Parie, the binary pair you were flying towards. If you're even luckier, maybe you're still hurtling forward at half again lightspeed, and if the gods have chosen to smile at you with every single tooth bared, you might even avoid getting shredded by the many other things that hang out in space. That would put you on track to arrive after... oh, two years or so of total space isolation. Of course, you can't confirm any of those assumptions, and you don't know enough to make even reasonable estimates. Really, your best bet is for some other ship to just happen to come by and notice you, and the odds of that are ridiculously low. Interstellar travel takes too long and requires too much energy, so little ships like yours generally only undertake the journey once or twice in a lifetime. Cargo ships are more frequent, but those don't tend to stop for stranded ships, let alone minuscule lone humans like yourself. Even if one does vacuum you up, they'll probably drop you in the body hold, anyway.

So, here you are. Alone, in the glittering lights of space, unable to even see your nose in front of your face.

This will be a fun few years.

You stare at the stars and sigh. There are worse ways to discover you're immortal. Finding out after your starship exploded in deep space is definitely one of the worse ones.

#writing prompts #ruby writes

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paucubarsisimp · 3 days ago

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surprise gone wrong pt.2 (alternate ending)

pairings: oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x reader

summary: in which you move on... with his teammate

warnings: mentions of cheating

a/n: so oscar didn't actually win the poll but i didn't actually agree with lando since he did cheat and cheating is not okay!! so i decided to make this and the lando one.

prev || alt ending

it was nearly a week before you heard from him.

a message. a simple text. just his name at the top of the screen. but the seconds before you opened it felt like hours. and when you saw the words, a bitter chuckle escaped you. "can we talk?"

no. you didn’t want to talk. not yet. maybe not ever.

but you couldn’t ignore it. not completely. you were still tangled up in him, in what you thought you had with him, even though the wound was fresh. so, you replied, terse but polite, "what do you want to talk about?"

the response came quickly: "i’m sorry. i messed up. i need to explain."

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. you didn’t want to hear his explanation. you didn’t want to hear anything that might make you feel like it was still salvageable.

but you couldn’t bring yourself to delete the message either. you stared at it, fingers frozen on your phone, mind a mess of conflicting thoughts.

you couldn’t keep living in the past, though. you couldn’t keep waiting for someone who no longer seemed to care. so, you didn’t answer. you left him on read, and for the first time, that felt like a small victory.

instead, you’d been finding solace elsewhere.

oscar had been there. quiet, patient, and understanding. he didn’t ask questions about what had happened in melbourne or why you’d gone there in the first place. he just let you be. he shared your silence, your grief. sometimes, he would crack a joke to lighten the mood, but he never pushed. and when you finally let your walls crumble, when you finally talked about lando—about the heartbreak, the betrayal, the way it felt to be forgotten—oscar just listened. without judgment. without expectation.

the two of you started spending more time together. at first, it was just small outings. a quiet coffee here. a walk around the city there. oscar didn’t rush anything, didn’t ask you to open up faster than you could handle. it was a slow burn. but somehow, in the midst of the heartache, he became a constant presence.

oscar was different. he had a steadiness about him. the kind of calm that made the world feel less chaotic when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control. when you’d spent so much time looking at lando, trying to understand him, trying to hold onto a love that wasn’t meant to be, oscar made you see that maybe there was something else. something real.

it wasn’t love. not yet. but it was something that felt more like a foundation. and for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel like you were drowning.

but even with oscar’s quiet support, you still couldn’t escape the shadows of your past with lando.

the moment you ran into him again—at an event oscar had invited you to—it felt like the earth shifted under your feet. you had barely even expected to see him. the gala was supposed to be a night for celebration, for oscar’s achievements, but it was hard to ignore the uneasy feeling when lando walked into the room.

he wasn’t the same as he was in melbourne, his eyes searching for someone—maybe you, maybe anyone who could make him feel whole again. you didn’t want to look at him, but he found you, anyway. there he was, across the room, eyes wide as he locked onto yours. it was like a magnet pulling at your chest, dragging you back to a place you couldn’t afford to visit again.

you felt your breath catch, just for a second, before you reminded yourself that you weren’t that person anymore.

oscar, sensing the shift in your mood, slid his hand gently over your back, offering comfort without a word. the touch, the steadiness of him, helped you hold it together.

“do you want to go?” oscar asked quietly.

you shook your head, forcing a smile. “no. i’m fine.”

oscar’s grip tightened just a fraction, and you knew he was only asking out of care. he wasn’t pushing you, but he could tell the air between you and lando was thick. but instead of shying away, you stood your ground. you weren’t running from him anymore.

lando, sensing your resolve, slowly made his way over, his expression unreadable. when he reached you, he paused, his gaze flicking between you and oscar.

“hey,” lando said, his voice quieter than you remembered. “can we talk?”

oscar’s hand didn’t leave your back, a silent protector, a reminder that you didn’t have to do this alone. you wanted to tell lando that there was nothing left to talk about. that the time for explanations had passed. that the person he had kissed on that rooftop was a reminder of just how little you mattered.

but instead, you looked at him, emotion swirling within you, threatening to choke you. “what is there to talk about, lando?” you forced the words out, cold and sharp. “you already made your choice.”

he flinched, and it cut deeper than you intended. but it didn’t matter. you weren’t the one who needed to apologize.

his voice faltered, guilt and regret swimming in his eyes. “i never meant for it to happen like this. i—I thought you weren’t coming, and i was confused…”

“you were confused?” you repeated, your laugh bitter, hollow. “you thought i wasn’t coming? what was i supposed to think, lando? you kissed her like it was nothing. like i wasn’t even real.”

oscar’s hand slid from your back to your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent show of solidarity. you squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his presence.

lando’s face crumpled, and for a brief moment, you saw a flash of the man you used to love. but it was fleeting, and the ache of that realization only made your heart feel heavier.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “i should’ve waited. i should’ve told you what was going on. i should’ve…” he trailed off, looking helpless.

but you didn’t need his apologies. not anymore.

“no, you shouldn’t have. you shouldn’t have kissed her in the first place,” you said, your voice steady, but the pain in your chest was real. “i don’t need your excuses. i just need you to understand that i’m done.”

there was no satisfaction in the words. no catharsis. you just felt… empty.

oscar’s grip on your hand tightened. you could feel the quiet support, the strength in his quiet presence. and you realized then that he wasn’t just offering comfort. he was offering a future. a future that lando couldn’t be a part of.

“come on,” oscar said, giving your hand a gentle tug. “let’s get some air.”

you turned away from lando, walking with oscar toward the door. there was a lump in your throat, but you held your head high. you didn’t look back. not even once. you had no need to.

oscar’s soft chuckle broke the silence as you stepped outside, the cool night air feeling like a welcome balm against the heaviness that had been suffocating you inside.

“guess i’ll have to fight for your attention now, huh?” he said, his voice playful, but there was a warmth there that you hadn’t realized you needed.

you smiled, just a little. “i think you’re already winning.”

oscar stopped walking for a moment, his hand gently brushing your hair from your face. when his eyes met yours, there was something there that wasn’t just friendship. something new. something real.

and for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed it. you believed in the future, in the possibility of moving on.

“i’m here,” he said softly, his voice a promise.

and this time, you didn’t feel the need to look back at the past. because with oscar by your side, the future was already beginning.

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zlut4rina · 3 days ago

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𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏'

Storyline: After inviting you to a party with some of her 'New Friends' things, take an 'Expected' twist.

Parirings: CuckG!p!Giselle x Femreader x G!p!Aespa

Warnings: Smut, Sex w Strangers, Cucking/Cuckholding, Exhibition, Voyeurism, Ciotus, Handjobs, Oral, Anal, prob a bunch more 🙏

Note: Cuckselle has been on my mind for so long, I need her in my life 💔🥀 I had to rewrite this a billion times bru omfg

Word Count: 2k

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You and your girlfriend had a strange relationship. When explaining it to those who couldn’t keep their ears to themselves, they’d all assume. They’d say you’re a cheater, or a bad girlfriend. They even have the audacity to say if they were in your girlfriends shoes, they’d leave you behind. Disgusting, really. Although it doesn’t bother you as much, it does make you think for a while. It’s not long till you're snapped out of that trance. It was your relationship. You could do whatever you wanted, especially with a girl like Giselle.

You're currently getting ready for a night out with her. She’d woke you up this morning to tell you of a party her ‘New Friends’ invited her to. You never met her friends before, surprised she even had any with the way she locks herself up with you. Sometimes you’d even almost applaud when she went out on her own. She was stuck to you, tighter than glue. But you loved her. Sure, you had an interesting way of showing it, but she’s not going anywhere soon, so why not take the advantage.

“Do we really have to be out so late? I have work tomorrow y’know” you scoffed while fixing the silver necklace she bought you months ago. It fits you perfectly, so she says. She stood there behind you, twirling her fingertips together. “I…. You don’t have to go.. I just.. if you want to” you could practically hear the fear in her words. She was so pathetic when it came to you. You hardly even spoke to her today, and she’s acting like this. “Oh I’ll go, just hope this isn’t a waste of time again” You turned around on your heel and smiled sarcastically at her. She gulped and nodded, nothing new. She was so easy, yet so hard to read. Was she afraid of you? Or afraid of losing you? Either way, it drove you mad, in such a good way. Absolutely loving the amount of control you had over her, you controlled her everyday daily life, even when you aren’t around.

She made sure she did everything to your liking, even if it meant going against herself. Because she loved it, from the perspective of an outsider they’d assume she’s was being abused or manipulated. They’d think she needed help or wasn’t in a happy place. But Giselle was in paradise. Most people she dated never understood her ‘desires’ or took it too far. To clear the air, Giselle’s a Cuck. It's this thing where she enjoys an unfaithful partner. This meaning she has a sexually unfaithful partner. To some eyes it’s cheating, is it really cheating if she tells you at 11 o’clock at night. “You can fuck her if you want” While sitting on her bed scrolling through both of your friends Instagram accounts for some reason. That statement caught you so off guard. But you didn’t question her, she didn’t look like she wanted to be questioned either. That night forward you have been, having sex with other people. She knew though, she even offered to watch as well. You didn’t understand at first, but having freedom like this was something you didn’t ask about.

Finally, finishing up your outfit, you take a look and a quick spin to check yourself out. Giselle stared at you for a while, her hand rubbing the package she had down below as she pulled out her phone. “They’re pulling up around now babe” she spoke, still staring at her screen. You smiled and turned to her, linking your arms together as you walked out of the house. Your jaw dropped at the sight of an all blacked out limo. ‘That’s them?” You stretched put the words in excitement. Giselle nodded at you. What seemed to be like a body guard or a butler came out of the drivers seat and held the door for you two. As soon as you entered, you felt your entire body shake from the loud bass of the music, along with Giselle’s friends who screamed for her.

“Hey you made it!’ one of them said above the loud music, reaching to shake Giselle’s hand. They turned their head to you and nodded. “Who’s this pretty lady?” They smiled at you then to your girlfriend. “That’s my girlfriend, y/n” she held your hand tightly, rubbing your knuckles with her thumb. You smiled at her friends. It was three of them, all pretty girls. They all introduced themselves to you one by one after. You settled in quite nicely. They were all welcoming, charming too. Something about them, though, it was off, not an uncomfortable feeling. It felt like they were all staring at you. You even caught one of them licking their lips while looking at your thighs. You weren’t at all uncomfortable with it. You were used to strangers eyeing you up all the time. What really catches your attention is that once Giselle got up to grab another drink, they all moved to your side of the limo.

You were sandwiched between the three girls. The older one with short hair caressed your thigh, dangerously moving up beneath your dress. The girl on your other side wasted no time in cupping one of your breasts. Since there were three, you expected to feel another hand on you, but instead, she got up and made her way towards Giselle, whispering something in the older girls ear before she left. She spoke to her as if to keep her away from the scene behind her back. The two girls messaging your body took the initiative and started to understand you. The older pulled your panties down, while the other pulled your dress off your shoulders. “Seems like you want this doll” The read head spoke into your ear. There was honestly no backing out now. You weren’t going to even if the chance occurred.

Karina swiftly unbuttoned her pants and pulled her semi hard cock out, swinging it around while looking at you with hungry hooded eyes. You gulped seeing how thick it was. Suddenly your hand moved, making it’s way to winter bulge. You instinctively took her cock out and stroked it, doing the same to the other girl next to you. That’s when Nings distraction wore off, Giselle turned and saw the scene before her. She just walked to the other side of the limo while sipping her alcohol. She wasn’t angry or anything like that, this was normal for you two. The girls seeing her reaction, they were a little surprised but that soon disappeared knowing the outcome that could have with you.

While you stroked the other two girls off, Ning made her way in front of you. Her cock in one hand and the other reaching for the top of your head. She pulled you down onto her cock, making you take her all the way down your throat. Giselle seemingly having her view blocked she scooted over just a bit, that’s when she met your eyes with hers. Her expression was cute, but during times like this you couldn’t care less about her. Not in an evil way, just, you were just enjoying yourself, and you knew she was more than glad to have helped.

Ning trusted into your mouth like you were a toy. There was no other way to describe you right now anyway. The two girls you were stroking started groping you. Playing and fondling your boobs. Rubbing your clothed and wet pussy through the fabric of your panties. That’s when Ning finally pulled out of your mouth. Karina and Winter both sat up, manhandling you to get on all fours on the couch. Giselle watched in awe, feeling her own erection approaching. She rubbed herself through her jeans, biting her lip at the sight. The other girls stripped you completely, tossing your clothes around like trash. Winter and Ning positioned themselves behind you, while Karina made her way to your face. She looked over at Giselle who was watching intensely, she smirked a bit seeing her reaction. “You let your girl get fucked like this all the time?” Karina spoke, Slapping your lips with her hard pink tip. Giselle nodded weakly as she pulled out her throbbing member, stroking it slowly with her mouth hung and her eyes wide, fixated on your body.

The group of girls all laughed amongst each other. “This bitch is braindead, honestly” Winter spoke up, Slapping your ass as she did. You whined at the connection, still trying to hold yourself up. Ning rubbed her hot tip through your folds, poking at your clit and sending shivers through your body. Giselle looked at you with such loving, watery eyes as she stroked herself. Seeing you happy and enjoying yourself meant so much to her. Winter giggled and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. She took a sip and shared some with the girl next to her. They both looked at each other with sinister grins on their faces. Karina tilted her head at them. “What?” she said with a smile, enjoying the way the two were acting. In seconds winter poured the alcoholic drink down your spine. As she did so Ning inserted herself into your soaked pussy.

She let out a low groan as she put her full length into you as the drink dripped from your body. Karina watched in awe, a slight smirk appeared in her face as she cupped your chin. Making you look up at her, “Open.” You stuck your tongue out for her. She smiled and slowly entered your warm wet mouth. Winter still focused in the drink leaned over and licked the juice off your back. Setting the bottle down behind her on the table and angled her tip to your tight hole. She watched as Ning slowly penetrated you from below, groaning at how tight you hugged her. She smiled, then spat on her hand and stroked herself off before pushing her tip inside. You moaned against Karina’s length, shutting your eye tightly due to the sensation.

Ning and Winter both held each side of your hips as they thrusted into you. Matching each other’s pace perfectly, creating an overwhelming new feeling. Giselle’s pants were at her knees by this time, watching in such awe. Her eyes glossy and her bottom lip red. You looked so pretty like this. It was almost too much for her, but who is she to tell you how to enjoy yourself? As much as she wanted to join in and have some of you, too. The car was filled with moans and slapping skin, all mixed with the loud bass of music. The smell of alcohol and sex were strong and heavy in the atmosphere, thick enough to see. Your eyes were teary, opening and closing your lids occasionally due to the feeling from behind and the roughness from the girl in front. “Fuck your soooo good” Karina spoke with her head hung back. One hand in the back of your head as her hips swayed back and forth.

Giselle was covered in her own semen, her hand sticky and her shirt soaked. Who knows how many times she’s came watching you, who cares either, your both having the time of your life right now. In her mind she’s just imagining fucking you that good too. It’s been so long since you two fucked one on one, sure she was okay with all of this but she did miss you, a lot. Last time you guys had sex she basically had to beg you, she blew her off so much her loser ass got even more turned on, so of course she kept asking till you finally gave in. In your words it was worst than mediocre, but to her it felt like your first time all over again. You were too disgusted to even pretend that it felt good, you were silent most the time. Soft whines and sighs where all you let out when it git interesting. Meanwhile she was a moaning mess, marking you while humping into you without rhythm.

Now here she is, solo stroking while watching you have the reaction she so wished you had with her. The way the girls toyed and marked your body the same she did, but getting a completely different reaction. Your moans were loud, but muffled by the older friends cock in your mouth. The Chinese girl playing with your clit as your wet silky folds rubbing her thick cock. The smaller girl of the three making you see starts with her large girth penetrating your ass. She even got bold and spanked you a few times while whispering dirty things to you and herself. They were everything Giselle needed, for you. She didn’t know if she wanted to be them or be just like them.

The way Ning toyed with your clit so well made you grind your ass back onto the two girls. Taking notice of this they laughed to each other. “What a whore.” Ning said to the girl next to her. She grinned, pulling her cock completely out then slamming it back in. The force pushed Karina deeper down your throat, causing you to choke. Karina let out a loud airy groan. “Fuck!” She held your head with both her hands now and started pounding into your mouth, her hips colliding with your face with force. You put one of your hands on her hip to balance yourself and give you a little comfort. “Fuck I’m gonna paint this bitches entire mouth.” She said staring at your struggle to take her. She then turned her head to Giselle, who was completely covered in sperm. “How’s that sound?” Giselle still in a trance from the scene in front of her nodded brainless. “Please.”

“You heard her” a large grin appeared on Karina’s face. The other two girls quickened their pace inside you, desperate to coat your insides. You and the girls moaned in symphony as your bodies rocked together. They all soon came at the same time inside of you. Karina pushed your head completely down her length, not caring if you could take it all or not. She shot hot loads down your throat. You swallowed it all due to the lack of air. Gripping her hip tightly as she let go inside you. Winter dumped what felt like a never ending stream of cum inside your ass. So much to the point it spilled out and smeared in her cock. Ning was so deep into your womb, you were sure if you weren’t taking pills your get pregnant. Even your own orgasm hit you hard. Your body shaking and trembling due to the release and the warm sensation filling your insides.

Giselle let out her final strings of cum on herself. From the looks of it she came about six times without properly asking. Even if you did ask, she wouldn’t know either. Her main focus was her beautiful girl painting a new picture for her. Just as everyone was coming down from their high. The car stopped, signaling they’ve arrived at their desired destination. “Your so coming every time we go out.” Karina said to Giselle, a hand on her shoulder as she fixes her hair.

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This was originally 5k but I shortened it bc it was mostly plot 🥀🙏

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janejennyojeny · 15 hours ago

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Last pic really sold it for me, the location is almost poetic

Would yap about it but fuck it

Lately i wish everyone would just shut the fuck up for real

There will be presidental election soon in poland and everyone is so fucking opinionated about every little thing, people are so hateful and so so wrong on many topics

Arguing with someone who doesnt value basic human rights just because it does not affect them is so exhausting and you will never win

People lack empathy and imagination, they choose whatever candidate promises them the most - what would profit them the most (those postulates will never come true anyway)

Medieval beliefs are still strong in peoples minds and it shows

Dont even say a thing about women who vote far right, its like chickens voting for kfc what the actual fuck, why are you voting against yourself

Internalized misogyny in women is funny when you watch a video on the internet

But when you actually talk to a person that delusional its truly terrible to hear, and they believe it so strongly too, you will not win

I wonder if its a true belief or something for the male gaze

If its the second one Id lay it off, there is nothing easier for a woman than getting a man. You do not even need to try impress them anyhow, just be, they will always orbit around you whether you care or not

This guy i know that was always so nice and "prowomen" suddenly showed his true face after getting absolutely destroyed in a political argument, just by facts and logic

Now all he does is send misogynistic memes that put women down, of course to make other guys laugh cause "women ☕️", but when you send one meme that makes fun of men, oh boy, you would not believe the shitstorm

good thing is that I managed to convert one of those conservative guys into giving up the vote for someone who cares for us as a collective, for the less fortunate ones, someone who will not sell this country again. Candidate for millions not millionaires. Thats a win cause you would not believe how much talking it took to actually convert someone to turn 180 politically but Ive done it

Thats all I had in me though, recently left some groupchats just cause im generally tired of people, the more i meet, the more we talk, the more they reveal themselves to me, the more I accept the fact that I may be an outcast for a long time

Maybe i need to be more accepting, maybe people need to get their shit together and priorities straight. Maybe a little bit of both

We'll meet in the middle someday, hopefully. Otherwise Ill stick to myself cause I do not plan to lower the standards, not yet anyway. anyone thats "nice" "okay" "fine" "cool" is a no, its not nearly enough.

I want fire within someone's eyes, huge heart, painful honesty and the soul needs to shine through and blind my ass. whether its love or friendship

Maybe thats delusional as well, maybe not

Maybe I do not understand human relationships all that well to appreciate less, maybe I aim for something impossible, maybe i do not deserve it yet, maybe there are no rules or invisible threads that connect people and we just bump into each other randomly, and some just get lucky enough to experience the real thing that lasts

A lot of maybe, only one thing is sure - I will get answers sooner or later, life has a way about it and reveals stuff to you if you listen

Just said i dont wanna yap and i yapped all the way so, fuck it. no one reads it anyway and i can let out some steam

In case i dont see ya, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight

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lee-laurent · 3 days ago

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It's Hard to Keep Secrets -- Luke Hughes

Summary: sadie and luke get the shock of their lives

content: situationship, make out session, pregnancy, birth (not graphic), angst, fluff

wc: 8.4k

notes: hi guys! i hope you like this one, it took me a bit cause i didn't like the way it was going at first. lemme know what you wanna see in the future! i think a quinn fic is coming up!!

Sadie cracked open the door just wide enough for Luke to slip inside, the hallway light catching on the bright red of his Devils hoodie. His hair was messy under his backwards cap, cheeks pink from the cool air outside, and he was grinning like he was on some sort of super secret mission.

Technically, he was.

She stepped back to let him in, quickly locking the door behind him. Luke kicked off his sneakers with a soft thud, his movements the same as the hundred other times he'd done it before. He shrugged out of his hoodie, leaving it in a pile on the floor like he lived there, like it wasn't just another stolen night between them.

"You're late," Sadie whispered, voice low even though Sophia's room was at the other end of the apartment.

Luke shrugged, looking entirely unbothered as he padded after her toward her bedroom. "Blame Jack. He wouldn't stop talking about his NHL 25 win. Full play-by-play, for like an hour."

Sadie smiled without realizing, shaking her head as she pushed open her door. The moment it clicked shut behind them, Luke was on her, hands sliding under the hem of her sweatshirt, mouth finding hers with a heat more intense than that of the cheap radiator buzzing in the corner.

She kissed him back instinctively, fingers threading through the soft curls at the nape of his neck. Luke kissed the same way he played hockey--all energy and drive, but with a passion that made her chest ache if she thought about it too hard.

Which she didn't.

Thinking was dangerous.

Luke backed her toward the bed without breaking the kiss, both of them laughing quietly when Sadie's legs hit the mattress and she toppled backward. He followed her down easily, bracing himself with his elbow next to her head, hovering just enough to look at her face.

"Miss me?" he teased, voice rough and low.

Sadie rolled her eyes and yanked him down by the collar of his t-shirt. "Shut up."

Later, much later, Luke lay tangled in the sheets, one arm thrown across Sadie's waist, his breathing deep and even. His body was heavy in his sleep, anchoring her to the mattress.

Sadie stared at the ceiling in the dark, her heart still beating harder than it should've been.

This was normal now. Sneaking him in after games, stealing a few hours together, pretending in public like they only interacted at work. No labels. No promises.

Sophia's muffled sigh of annoyance drifted through the thin wall between their bedrooms, followed by the unmistakable creak of Sadie's bed as Luke shifted in his sleep.

Sadie clamped a hand over her mouth to smother her laugh. She was definitely getting an earful in the morning.

Sunlight filtred weakly through the kitchen blinds, making the linoleum floor look even more pathetic than it usually did. Sadie shuffled in wearing Luke's abandoned hoodie, it hung halfway down her thighs, and found Sophia already at the counter, aggressively pressing buttons on the Keurig.

"Morning," Sadie croaked, dragging her hand through her hair until it caught on a knot.

Sophia didn't look up. "You and your boyfriend kept me up half the night," she said, voice flat. "I hope you're happy."

Sadie blinked blearily. "He's not my boyfriend."

Sophia turned slowly, holding out a coffee mug like it was a peace offering, or maybe a weapon. "Tell that to the three-hour amateur porn soundtrack I was forced to listen to."

The blonde wrapped her hands around the warm cermaic and bit back a grin. "You're being dramatic."

"Am I?" Sophia leaned against the counter, an eyebrow cocked. "Because if I have to hear Luke Hughes groaning your name through the wall one more time, I'm gonna start charging you for the therapy I'll have to attend."

Sadie blew on the coffee, not meeting her best friend's eyes. "We're... you know it's not serious."

Sophia snorted. "Could've fooled me. Guy's here more than Uber Eats."

She didn't bother defending herself. What was the point? Luke tended not to correct Sophia when she called him her boyfriend. He didn't act like it was just sex when he lingered after, tracing patterns on her hip or scratching her head until they both drifted off.

But they'd never said it out loud. That was the rule, unspoken but ironclad.

Sadie drained her coffee in a few gulps and headed back to her room to get ready for work. Another day of pretending everything was normal. Simple enough.

The Hockey House at the Prudential Center was buzzing when she arrived, players and staff moving between morning practices and meetings. She tucked herself in the flow, camera bag over one shoulder, work badge clipped to her quarter-zip.

She found a spot near the boards and pulled out her work phone, tapping through the dozens of pictures she'd taken at the game the night before. Quick edit, capation, post. Repeat.

On the ice, Luke skated backward, head on a swivel, sticking handling the puck with an ease that would've made her week in the knees if she weren't already used to him by now.

Jack skated up behind him, jabbing at him with the knob of his stick. Luke whipped around, laughing and pushing him in retaliation, and the two of them chirped each other loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sadie caught the moment out the corner of her eye, Luke's quick glance toward her, the smirk he tried (and failed miserably) to conceal.

She ducked her head quickly, pretending to fiddle with the settings on her camera.

Jack, of course, wasn't about to let it go.

"Rusty, stop trying trying to look cool for Sadie!" he called out, voice carrying across the ice.

A couple guys laughed. Luke shoved Jack hard enough to send him sliding. Sadie kept her expression neutral, but her fingers twitched around her phone, itching to text Sophia about it.

Business as usual.

Except for the part where Sadie's stomach twisted painfully, a low ache blooming deep in her gut. She pressed a hand against her abdomen, frowning slightly.

Cramps. Nothing new. Her period had been weird lately--lighter, shorter, but not enough to make her think anything of it.

Her phone buzzed. Sophia.

Soph: just got one of those posts that was like the first person in your share button is pregnant. if you're knocked up i'm suing you for even more emotional damages.

Sadie laughed under her breath and fired back a middle finger emoji, rolling her eyes.

Pregnant? Funny. She'd just had her period. Kind of. Mostly.

Everything was fine.

Totally, completely fine.

Sadie woke up to a sharp twist of pain low in her abdomen. She groaned, curling tighter into herself under the blankets. Her room was still dark, the cheap digital clock on her nightstand blinking 7:12AM in angry red numbers.

She'd been dealing with cramps for days now, but this was worse. Deeper. Heavier.

Still. It was nothing a hot shower and an extra-strength Advil couldn't fix.

She hauled herself out of bed, wincing as she stood, and dragged on a pair of sweatpants and the first hoodie she could find, one of Luke's (of course) because half of her closet was unofficially his at this point.

The kitchen smelled like burnt toast and cinnamon cereal when she shuffled in. Sophia was perched on the counter, bare feet swinging, eating Froot Loops straight out of the box.

"You look like shit," she said through a mouthful of cereal.

Sadie grunted in response and headed straight for the coffee pot.

Sophia crunched loudly and gave her a once-over. "You're glowing, though. Remember what I texted you about. Pregnant women glow, right?"

Sadie flipped her off without turning around.

"I'm just saying. You're either pregnant or dying."

"Probably dying," Sadie muttered, pouring herself a cup of coffee and leaning heavily against the counter.

Sophia watched her for a long beat, the teasing fading from her eyes. "You good, though? Like for real?"

"Just cramps. Nothing new."

Sophia didn't look convinced, but she let it go, hopping off the counter and shoving the cereal box at Sadie. "Eat something before you pass out, idiot."

She rolled her eyes but grabbed a handful of cereal anyway, crunching absently as she scrolled through her notifications. Devils practice at 10AM. A TikTok scheduled to post at 9. A team meeting she wasn't invited to but would probably show up at anyway since her coworkers sucked at taking notes.

Busy day. No time to feel like shit.

Sadie quickly tucked herself into the controlled chaos of the arena, phone in hand, camera on her shoulder, and her second coffee of the morning in the other.

Same as always. Smile, nod, get good content, stay mostly invisible.

Except she wasn't invisible, not really. Luke's eyes found her almost immediately when she stepped onto the edge of the practice rink. He didn't smile or wave--he never did when they were in public--but there was a flicker of something there. A caringness in his gaze.

Sadie lifted her phone and started recording as practice kicked off. Jack was being his usual self, cracking jokes at everyone within a fifty-food radius. Nice was focused, laser-locked on the drills. Luke looked good, fast, confident, but somewhat distracted compared to most days.

Or maybe that was just Sadie projecting. Because five minutes later, her stomach twisted so hard she nearly doubled over behind the bench.

She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing shallowly through her nose. Jesus. It felt like someone was wringing her insides out with their bare hands.

As soon as practice ended, her phone buzzed.

Lu: You okay? You look kinda pale today

Sadie swallowed hard, texting back:

Sadie: fine. just tired

She forced herself to focus on her work, wiping the sweat from her forehead. It was just cramps. Bad ones, sure. But she wasn't going to make a scene at work over something stupid.

By the time she got home, she was ready to collapse.

Sadie tossed her bag down and immediately sank onto the couch, grabbing her heating pad from the basket of blanket, then curling into the corner like a wounded animal. She fumbled with the remote and flipped through channels until she landed on some trashy reality dating show, the noise comforting in it stupidity.

She barely registered Sophia's footsteps until the other girl flopped onto the couch beside her, a bag of chips in her lap.

"You look worse," she said bluntly.

Sadie didn't even argue. She hugged a heating pad tighter to her stomach and closed her eyes. "Still dying."

Sophia muted the TV, brows drawn together. "You seriously don't think something's wrong?"

Sadie cracked one eye open. "It's cramps. I'm not gonna waste three hundred dollars at urgent care to be told to take some Midol."

Sophia hesitated, then reached out and touched Sadie's forehead like a worried mom. "You're sweating."

Sadie batted her hand away, embarassed.

But a sharp bolt of pain made her whole body jolt a second later, and she gasped without meaning to, folding over herself.

"Okay, nope, we're done," Sophia said, standing up so fast the chip bag toppled onto the floor. "Get up. We're going to the clinic."

Sadie shook her head, stubborn. "Sophia--"

"No. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you pass out on the couch. Get. Up."

Sadie tried to protest again, but the wave of pain nearly knocked the wind out of her. Tears sprang to her eyes, unbidden.

She didn't even remember standing. One minute she was hunched over, and the next Sophia was hauling her toward the door, shoving sneakers onto her feet and grabbing her car keys with a muttered, "If you die in my passenger seat I swear to god..."

The drive to the walk-in clinic was a blur. Sadie sat curled into herself, forehead pressed to the cold window, breathing shallowly as Sophia broke every speed limit on the way there.

Luckily, the clinc was half-empty.

Sophia bullied the receptionist into fast-tracking Sadie, and within minutes, she was in a freezing exam room, trying not to throw up from the pain.

The nurse was kind but brisk. Asked her a million questions Sadie barely registered. When was your last period? Any chance you could be pregnant? Any nausea? Fainting? Or bleeding?

Sadie answered automatically: Last week. No chance. Just cramps.

The nurse frowned but nodded, handing Sadie a plastic cup for a urine sample and promising the doctor would be in soon.

So she sat on the edge of the paper-covered exam table, shivering, arms wrapped around her middle.

Sophia paced the tiny room, muttering under her breath about worst-case scenarios.

Sadie tuned her out, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing, the way the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, the way her whole body felt like it was floating and anchored down all at once.

She was fine.

It was nothing.

It had to be nothing.

She had moved her focus to the sterile white walls of the exam room when the door opened again.

The doctor was young, maybe mid-thirties, with kind eyes and a clipboard tucked under his arm. He didn't smile. Didn't joke. Just stepped inside and shut the door careufully behind him, like he was containing something dangerous.

Oh my god, maybe she was contagious.

Sadie sat hunched on the table, one hand pressed to the deep cramp in her lower abdomen, the other gripping the edge so hard her knuckles were white. Sophia stood off to the side, arms crossed, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.

The doctor cleared his throat. "Hi, Sadie. I just got the results from your urine catch. I was going to order a bedside ultrasound, but I've decided against it here."

Sadie blinked at him, confused as ever. "Okay...?"

The doctor pulled a stool over and sat, his voice low and even. "I know this is going to sound impossible, but you're not just cramping. You're in active labour."

Sadie stared at him.

And then, out of reflex, she laughed, although it was completely humourless. "No, I'm not. I had my period. I have my period. Last week... it's been lighter, but... I would know."

Sophia stiffened like she'd been struck, eyes wide as saucers.

The doctor nodded patiently, like this was the reaction he had been expecting. "I believe you. It's rare, but cryptic pregnancies happen more often than people realize. Sometimes hormone levels stay low enough that you don't stop bleeding. Sometimes symptoms are mild enough that they're mistaken for normal cycle changes."

Sadie shook her head, trying to physically shake off his words. "No. No way. I'd know. I'd feel different."

"You didn't," the doctor said gently. "But it's happening. Would you mind if I did a quick exam to see how far dialated you are? We need to transfer you to a hospital as soon as possible."

Sadie nodded, opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. The room was tilting sideways. She tasted acid at the back of her throat.

"You're about five centimetres dialated."

Sophia finally moved, stepping forward. "Is it... I mean... is the baby okay?"

"We won't know until we get to labour and delivery," the doctor said, standing. He opened the door, calling down the hall for an ambulance.

Sadie sat frozen on the table, heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

A baby. A baby. Inside her. Right now.

Tears blurred her vision. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

Sophia was suddenly in front of her, crouching to meet her eye level. "Hey. Hey. Sadie, listen to me. It's okay. It's gonna be okay. You're not alone."

Sadie let out a hysterical little laugh. "Soph, there's a fucking baby."

"I know," Sophia said, her voice wobbling just a little. "We're gonna handle it."

The EMTs arrived in a blur of noise and flashing lights. They helped Sadie onto a gurney, strapping her down carefully. The pain was coming in faster now, like waves hitting too hard against a crumbling bridge.

Someone was talking to Sophia--paperwork, hospital forms-- but Sadie couldn't focus. She was being wheeled through the clinic, the cold air hitting her sweat-damp skin like a slap.

"Is there someone you want us to call?" one of the EMTs asked kindly as they loaded her into the ambulance.

Sadie squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted her mom. She wanted Sophia. She wanted everything to go back to the way it was hours before.

Another contraction hit, sharp and vicious, and she gasped.

Sophia appeared in the doorway of the ambulance, holding Sadie's phone.

"Who should I call?" Sophia asked, voice urgent.

Sadie clutched at the stretcher rails, breathing hard. Her mind went blank, then filled with one image:

Luke.

Luke's stupid, soft curls. Luke's steady hands. Luke's smile when he thought she wasn't looking.

"Luke," she croaked. "Call Luke."

Sophia didn't argue. She turned and bolted toward her car, fumbling with the phone as the ambulance doors slammed shut and the siren wailed to life.

Luke was sprawled across his bed, half-watching a movie, when his phone buzzed.

Sadie.

A weird pit opened in his stomach. She never called him during the day, especially when she had work to get done at home.

He answered immediately. "Hey's, what's--"

"LUKE," Sophia's voice exploded through the speaker, shrill with panic. He shot upright, his heart slamming into his ribs.

"What's--what's wrong?"

"You need to get to University Hospital right now," Sophie said breathless, near tears. "Sadie's in labour."

Luke's brain flatlined for a full two seconds.

"Labour?!" he repeated stupidly.

"YES. LABOUR. BABY. NOW. MOVE YOUR ASS." Sophia hung up without waiting for a response.

Luke sat frozen for half a second longer, then the adrenaline kicked in.

He grabbed the first hoodie he could find and bolted into the hall, sprinting to Jack's room.

Jack opened the door, hair sticking up in every direction, looking like he'd just been woken up.

"Dude--?"

"I gotta go," Luke gasped, already halfway down the hall. "Sadie's--Sadie's having a baby."

Jack's face went through about six stages of confusion before Luke disappeared out the front door.

Sadie felt like she was floating above her own body by the time they wheeled her into the labour and delivery unit.

The pain was constant now, rolling through her like a freight train. She could hear monitors beeping, nurses shouting orders, the bright clinical lights in her eyes again.

"Almost there, Sadie," a nurse soothed, adjusting something on her IV. "You're doing so good."

Sadie didn't feel good. She felt like she was dying.

And then--

A flash of movement at the door.

Luke.

He stumbled into the room, hair wild, hoodie half-zipped, sneakers untied, eyes huge and horrified.

He looked at her like she was the only thing in the world.

"I'm here," he said, voice cracking. He crossed to her bedside in two strides and grabbed her hand. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sadie didn't even think--she clutched at him like a lifeline, squeezing his hand until her fingers ached.

The doctor glanced at the monitors and nodded. "Okay, Sadie. It's time to push."

Sadie turned her head, met Luke's wide, terrified eyes. Neither of them said anything. They didn't have to.

The world had already split wide open.

Sadie didn't even realize she was screaming until her throat was raw.

Everything blurred, the bright lights, voices shouting encouragements, Luke's hand crushing hers. Sweat dripped down her temples. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only push because her body had taken over.

"You're almost there!" the nurse was saying, way too cheerfully.

Luke was leaning in close, forehead nearly touching Sadie's. His voice was low and frantic. "You're doing so good, Sadie. You're so strong. I'm right here."

Tears stung her eyes from the pain, the fear, from the sharp reality of it all.

This was happening.

There was no way of stopping it now.

Another contraction ripped through her and she bore down, every muscle straining, vision going white around the edges. Luke squeezed her hand harder.. or maybe she squeezed his. She couldn't tell anymore.

One final push and--

A sharp, wet cry filled the air. Tiny, raw, and very real.

Sadie gasped, her whole body sagging back against the bed. The pain ebbed instantly, replaced by something heavier, something dizzying.

There was a baby crying.

Her baby.

Their baby.

She blinked through tears and saw the nurses moving fast, bustling around the tiny, squirming form. Sadie caught a glimpse, wrinkled skin, wild flailing arms, before they whisked the baby over to a warming table.

She tried to sit up but her body was boneless, trembling.

Luke stayed rooted by her side, looking completely wrecked. His face was pale as hers, his eyes leaking tears.

A nurse touched his arm, smiling kindly. "Dad? You want to come meet her?"

Luke looked at Sadie, silently asking for permission.

She gave a tiny nod, throat too tight to speak.

He stumbled forward like he wasn't sure how his legs worked anymore, hovering awkwardly by the table where their daughter was being cleaned and checked.

Sadie watched through blurred eyes as Luke bent over the baby. She saw him reach out a shaking finger, saw the way his whole body jerked when the baby's tiny, hand curled around it instinctively.

Luke made a choked-off sound, half-laugh, half-sob, and wiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie like he could pretend he wasn't crying.

Sadie bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Something inside her cracked.

Luke turned back toward her, cradling a tiny pink bundle in his arms like she was made of spun sugar.

He crossed the room in careful steps and sat down gently on the edge of her bed, holding out their daughter.

She automatically reached for her, hands trembling so badly Luke had to help her adjust her grip.

The second her baby was in her arms, Sadie felt it-- The click. The one everyone always talked about. The way her whole world shifted and snapped into place around this tiny, squirming perfect thing.

"Oh my God," she whispered, tears spilling over. "Hi, baby. Hi."

The baby blinked up at her, mouth puckered.

"She's... she's so small," Sadie said hoarsely, like the words couldn't possibly hold enough weight.

Luke laughed weakly, wiping his eyes. "She's perfect."

Sadie couldn't argue.

They let her rest for a while--as much as anyone could with nurses checking her vitals every ten minutes and monitors beeping constantly.

Luke never moved more than a few feet away.

Sophia finally made it to the hospital after the adrenaline had worn off enough for her to drive safely. She peeked into the room with red-rimmed eyes and mouthed holy shit when she saw the baby curled up on Sadie's chest.

Sadie gave her a shaky thumbs-up.

An hour later, a nurse came in with a clipboard and huge grin.

"We need to fill out the birth certificate before we can start even thinking about discharging you," she said, flipping to the appropriate page.

Sadie's stomach twisted. She clutched her baby tighter, heart speeding up again.

The nurse smiled again. "Name for the baby?"

Sadie swallowed hard. She hadn't thought this far ahead, hadn't had any time to think, but the name slipped out, soft and sure.

"Elisabeth," she said. "Elisabeth Jeanne Howard."

The nurse scribbled it down. "Beautiful name? And what's your name, Dad?"

Sadie's whole body locked up.

Luke was sitting in the chair next to the bed, Elisabeth's tiny hat clutched loosely in his big hands. He looked up at her then, not demanding or pleading, just waiting.

Waiting to see if she was going to let him be part of this.

Sadie's throat closed up. Her mind raced: It would be easier if it was just her name. Cleaner. Simpler. Safer.

Luke could walk away. He should walk away. He wasn't supposed to stay. They weren't supposed to be like this.

But when she looked at him, his hoodie rumpled, his hair a mess, his eyes still red, she knew.

She couldn't erase him from this. Not when he showed up. Not when he stayed.

Sadie nodded, voice barely a whisper.

"Luke Hughes. He's the father."

Luke exhaled a shaky breath, nodding back like she'd just given him the universe.

The nurse beamed and filled in the rest of the form, humming under her breath.

Sadie leaned back against the pillows, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. She stared up at the ceiling, blinking hard against the fresh wave of tears that had hit her.

Beside her, Luke shifted closer. Sadie turned her head just enough to see him lift Elisabeth from her chest, whispering nonsense under his breath like she was the most important thing he'd ever seen.

Sadie let her eyes flutter shut.

The world outside the hospital room was still turning. But inside, for one perfect moment, everything else had faded away.

It was just them.

Sadie. Luke. Elisabeth.

And a future she hadn't planned for, but could maybe, just maybe, survive.

Sadie thought that leaving the hospital would make things feel normal. Like maybe once they were back in the apartment, she could pretend this was just another weird, bad dream she could wake up from.

It didn't work.

Sophia helped balance the ridiculous number of bags and folders the nurses had given them while Sadie clutched Elisabeth like she was made of glass. Luke hovered so close it was a wonder he didn't physically carry both of them to the car.

Loading Elisabeth into the car seat (one they'd sent Sophia to get) was an absolute disaster.

Sadie fumbled with the straps, her hands shaking so badly she couldn't figure out which clip went where. Elisabeth let out a wail that sliced right through Sadie's already fraying nerves.

"I'm hurting her," she panicked, blinking back tears. "I'm already fucking this up."

"Hey, no, you're not," Luke said quickly, scooching in to help. His hands weren't much steadier. "We'll figure it out. She's okay."

"Barely," Sophia muttered as she elbowed Luke out of the way and buckled the car seat in two quick moves.

Sadie sagged into the passenger seat, still physically and emotionally drained, listening to Elisabeth's tiny cries of discomfort in the backseat.

Yeah, definitely not a dream.

The apartment felt different when they got back even though nothing had physically changed.

Sadie set the carrier down in the middle of the living room, not sure what the hell to do next.

Sophia grabbed their stack of takeout menus from the junk drawer and disappeared into the kitchen, muttering about needing to eat or she was gonna pass out. Luke stood awkwardly beside Sadie, shifting from foot to foot, looking just as lost.

Then Elisabeth started crying again, the sound instantly making Sadie's chest ache.

She tried to pick her up, tried to rock her like the nurse had shown her how to do at the hospital, but Elisabeth's face screwed up even tighter, her little fists waving angrily.

"Uh... maybe she's hungry?"

Sadie stared at him. "Cool. So you breastfeed her."

Sophia barked out a laugh from the kitchen.

Luke flushed but didn't back down. "Didn't they give you some bottles? Formula?"

Sadie almost cried from relief when she remembered the little starter packs the hospital had shoved into her bag. Luke ripped one open and started reading the instructions out loud while Sadie stumbled through mixing the powder and water with her shaky hands.

The first eating out of the hospital was a disaster, half the bottle ended up on Sadie's shirt, but Elisabeth drank it down, making little coos as she enjoyed her meal.

By late afternoon, Sadie was fading fast. Her whole body felt like it was aching. Elisabeth was sleeping, again, swaddled awkwardly but securely thanks to some frantic googling. Sophia was passed out in the armchair, one hand still clutching her half-eaten granola bar.

Sadie couldn't blame her.

Luke stood up, stretching, his shirt riding up just enough to flash a strip of his toned stomach. Sadie quickly looked away.

"I'm gonna go shower and grab some stuff," he said quietly. "You'll be okay?"

She nodded, even though the thought of him not being there made her even more anxious. She pulled the laundry basket that had turned into a makeshift bassinet closer, breathing in that new baby smell.

Luke hesitated. For a second, it looked like he wanted to say something important but he just leaned down and ran his thumb over Elisabeth's cheek before slipping out the door.

Jack was waiting.

The second Luke opened the apartment door, Jack was standing there in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, eyebrows practically up to his hairline.

"Okay," Jack said, voice tight. "Start talking."

Luke kicked the door shut behind him and ran a hand through his hair, feeling ten years older than he had the day before.

"It's... a lot."

Jack snorted. "You think?"

Luke flopped onto the couch, head in his hands.

There was no easy way to say it, so he just ripped the plaster right off.

"Me and Sadie... we've been, uh, seeing each other."

Jack blinked. "You mean fucking?"

Luke groaned. "For two years... a few weeks after I got here."

"TWO YEARS?!" Jack choked.

"Yeah."

The older boy paced in front of him like a caged animal. "And you didn't tell me? Your own brother? I thought we were cool, man."

"We are! I just... it wasn't--it wasn't supposed to be serious."

"You said she was in labour?" Jack stared at him. "You just had a baby with her?"

Luke scrubbed his hands over his face. "I KNOW."

"So what, you're together now? You're dating? You're what?"

Luke swallowed audibly.

"We're not focused on figuring that out right now," he said finally, voice rough. "But yeah. She's, uh, she's not doing this alone. I'm not bailing."

"Good. Cause if you bailed, I'd kick your ass."

"You'd try," Luke laughed weakly.

There was a heavy silence between them as they both took the time to process what was happening.

Then Jack perked up.

"So... can I tell the guys?"

Luke gave him a look.

"Absolutely not. Nobody can know yet. Not until Sadie and I figure it out. Promise me, Jack."

Jack sighed dramatically, but reached his hand out to shake his brother's. "Fine. I swear. Not a word."

Luke didn't feel relaxed.

He knew Jack. Secrets never stayed secret for long.

The first couple days after Sadie disappeared, nobody thought much of it. Social media was always chaotic, schedules changed last minute, people missed games for personal stuff, it wasn't weird.

But by day four, the whispers started.

Sadie's absence wasn't just a day or an emergency doctor appointment. She was just gone. No warning, no cover posts, no subtitute lined up to watch over the Instagram and TikTok.

Someone from ticketing mentioned it first, standing around the coffee machine in the break room.

"Anybody heard from Sadie?" she asked, casually, like it was nothing.

A guy from PR shrugged. "Maybe she quit."

Another assistant chimed in, lowering her voice like she was afraid Sadie might appear out of thin air. "I heard she had a baby."

The room went silent.

Someone snorted. "Sadie? A baby? No way?"

"No, seriously," the assistant insisted. "My roommate's friend works at the hospital. She said Sadie came in last week in labour. Like... didn't even know she was pregnant."

Another beat of stunned silence.

"Bullshit," someone said finally.

"Swear to god," the assistant said, crossing her heart. "Arrived in an ambulance, labour and delivery, boom. Baby."

Nobody knew what to do with that information.

It didn't take long for the rumour to hit the locker room.

Players trickled into the locker room, sweaty from morning skate. Luke sat in his usual spot, untying his laces, heart pounding harder than normal.

"Yo, you hear about Sadie?" Dawson called across the room, towel slung around his neck.

"What about her?" Timo asked.

Dawson grinned. "Supposedly she had a baby."

Half the room laughed like he'd just told a bad joke.

"Sadie? Nah," Nico said, shaking his head. "There's no way. I saw her like, last week. She looked fine."

"She's always wearing sweatshirts, man," Dawson said. "Maybe you just didn't notice."

"Still," Timo said, frowning. "Was she even dating anyone?"

That sent another ripple through the group. Nobody could remember her even mentioning a boyfriend, let alone looking pregnant.

"She always kept to herself," someone muttered.

Luke kept his head down, taking off his pads with more focus than necessary, pretending he didn't hear a word of it.

Beside him, Jack was weirdly quiet.

Too quiet.

And when Dawson made a joke about how maybe Sadie had a secret life, Jack visibly flinched.

Luke glanced sideways to see Jack muttering under his breath, almost too low to catch.

"If anyone knew her secret life, it was Luke."

His stomach dropped.

Nobody reacted, too much noise, too much movement. But a young intern standing near the doorway raised an eyebrow. He didn't say anything. Just slipped out of the locker room a few seconds later, phone already out in hand.

Jack realized what he'd done half a second later, eyes wide, mouth opening to apologize.

Luke shook his head tightly. Too late. He knew with a sick certainty that it wouldn't take long now.

Upstairs, in the offices behind the glass walls of the Prudential Center, the gears were already starting to turn.

The staff who needed to know already knew: Sadie was out on emergency leave. She had a healthy baby girl. It was a private matter. No need for an official announcement, social media posts, or a team statement. Yet.

But Sadie wasn't just anyone. She was on the content team. She was constantly around players. And now there were rumours swirling that one of those players, maybe several, had known a lot more than they were supposed to.

It wasn't hard for the whispers to make their way up the chain.

When HR got the tip that Luke Hughes and Sadie Howard might have crossed professional lines?

They flagged it immediately.

Luke knew something was wrong the second he stepped off the ice the next day. The way the coaching staff looked at him. The way one of the HR reps was standing just inside the tunnel, arms folded.

He didn't get pulled... not yet. Not today at least.

But the look on their faces told him everything he needed to know.

Time was up.

Luke had just finished his first warm-up lap when he saw them.

Two HR reps, black blazers and stiff expressions, standing behind the bench like they had a death warrant in their hands.

His stomach dropped to his feet.

Coach Keefe skated over to Luke mid-drill, murmured something low and tight. Luke's chest squeezed when he heard the words: "You need to come with us."

The entire team was watching. Not a full stop, but enough that the mood shifted. Eyes followed him as he skated off, taking off his gloves with jerky movements. Jack caught his gaze briefly, brows pinched together in worry.

Luke kept his head down as he stepped off the ice, tugging a hoodie over his damp hair, suddenly feeling very exposed.

The HR reps said nothing as they led him down the hall, the click of their shoes echoing off the concrete walls.

Luke already knew what was coming. He just didn't know how bad it would be.

The conference room felt colder than the rink. Sleek, glass table. Leather chairs. A pitcher of untouched water in the centre. HR, legal, two guys from upper management, all sitting there like a jury.

Luke swallowed hard and sat when they motioned.

The lead HR rep, a woman with sharp eyes and a crisp file folder in front of her, started immediately.

"We've received a report regarding a potential violation of the organization's Code of Conduct."

Luke's palms went sweaty.

She continued, voice even, almost mechanical. "We have reason to believe that you've engaged in a romantic or sexual relationship with a member of the Devils' social media staff. Namely, Sadie Howard."

Luke's throat felt tight enough to cut off air. He forced himself to nod. "Yes. I have."

"How long has this relationship been ongoing?"

He could lie. He could say it was new, recent, barely started. But his gut twisted at the thought.

He didn't want to start this with a lie. Not about her. Not about Elisabeth.

"Two years," he said quietly. "Since my rookie season."

One of the legal guys whistled low under his breath before catching himself.

The HR woman kept her expression blank. "And you confirm the relationship was fully consensual?"

Luke lifted his chin. "Yes. Always."

More notes scratched onto legal pads.

"And you acknowledge that at no point was this relationship disclosed to management or HR as required by organizational policy?"

"No. It wasn't disclosed."

He could see it in their faces, the weight of that admission.

The HR rep closed her folder with a soft snap.

"We're evaluating next steps. There could be disciplinary action, including but not limited to suspension from team activities. Ms. Howard's employment status is also under review."

Luke's heart dropped even more. Sadie. She could lose her job. Because of him. Because of them.

He wanted to argue, to say it wasn't her fault, that she hadn't meant for any of this to happen. But the HR woman stood and smoothed down her jacket.

"You'll be informed of the organization's decision within the next twenty-four hours," she said crisply. "You're dismissed for the day. No media appearances. No contact with staff."

Meanwhile, across town, Sadie was fighting her own battle.

Elisabeth was wailing in her arms, tiny face scrunched and bright red. Sadie bounced her gently, humming nonsense under her breath, but it barely made a dent.

She was exhausted. Bone-deep.

The ring of her phone made her jump. She almost let it go to voicemail, but something in her gut told her to answer.

"Hello?" she cleared her throat.

"Ms. Howard?" The woman's voice was smooth and polite. "This is HR from the New Jersey Devils organization. We'd like to request you come in for a meeting regarding your employment status. Today, if possible."

Sadie's blood went cold. "I... I just had a baby," she stammered. "I'm on leave."

The woman didn't miss a beat. "We understand. This is a time-sensitive matter."

Time-sensitive. Employment status.

Someone knew. They knew about her and Luke.

Sophia came barreling into the room, took one look at Sadie's face and grabbed Elisabeth out of her arms.

"Go," Sophia said fiercely. "I've got her. Go do what you need to do."

Luke was sitting outside the HR office when she got there. He stood the second he saw her. Sadie stopped short, heart cracking at the sight of him. Neither of them said anything. They didn't have to.

It was written all over Luke's face: I'm scared. I'm sorry. I'm here.

Sadie opened her mouth to ask what happened, to ask how bad it was, but a woman in a blazer stepped into the hall.

"Ms. Howard? We're ready for you."

Sadie forced herself to move, to walk into the conference room like she was a dead man on trial.

She sat down in the stiff leather chair, her back straight, her hands flat against the cool glass tabletop.

Across from her sat the same people Luke had met with, three faces she'd worked alongside for years, now looking at her like she was a liability they didn't know how to handle.

"Ms. Howard, we're here to discuss a violation of the organization's professional conduct policy. Specifically, the nondisclosure of a romantic relationship with a player currently on the New Jersey Devils roster."

Sadie swallowed hard but said nothing.

The HR woman flipped through a file. Sadie caught glimpses--notes on notes about her and Luke. It felt invasive.

"You admit to being involved with Luke Hughes for the past two years?" she asked, pen poised.

Sadie forced a nod. "Yes."

"And you understand that under organizational policy, you were obligated to disclose any personal relationship with players to HR at the outset?"

Sadie clenched her hands in her lap. "It wasn't--" She cut herself off, took a breath. "It isn't a relationship. Not officially. We weren't... aren't dating. It's private. We kept it separate from work."

One of the men leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "No one is accusing you of unprofessional behaviour in your job, Sadie. But perception matters. Risk matters. If the public were to find out and perceive bias, favortism, or worse, it damages the organization's credibility."

Sadie stared down the table at them.

They weren't wrong. Intent didn't erase risk.

The HR rep continued. "Effective immediately, you'll be placed on administrative leave pending an internal investigation. You'll retain your benefits, but you are not permitted to perform work duties or access any Devils facilities."

Sadie nodded numbly.

"Termination is a possibility, depending on the outcome of the review," the other man added, almost as an afterthought.

They dismissed her after that, politely, formally, like it made it easier. Like manners softened the blow of your entire life falling apart.

Luke was pacing the hallway when she walked out, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.

Sadie brushed past him, head down, throat burning.

"Sadie--" he started, reaching out.

"Don't," she snapped, whipping around. Her voice cracked from how hard she was trying not to cry. "Don't you dare."

Luke's face crumpled, but he didn't move, didn't argue.

"This is my life, Luke," Sadie hissed, keeping her voice low because God forbid someone else overhear. "My career! The thing I worked my fucking ass off for. It's all I had."

Her chest heaved, watching Luke open and close his mouth. She wanted to punch something. She wanted to scream.

Instead, she said, bitter and broken, "I can't do this right now. I need to get home."

"I'll drive you."

The ride home was thick with silence. Sadie stared out the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, blinking back furious tears. Luke gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

Halfway home, the words started to spill from her mouth before she could stop them.

"I never planned this. Not the baby. Not sleeping with a guy from work. I had it all figured out. Graduate. Work for a sports team. Build a career. Be independent. Never have to rely on anyone but myself and Sophia from time to time."

She laughed, wiping her nose.

"And now I'm twenty-one, possible jobless, a single mom, and completely screwed."

Luke put the car in park as they rolled up to her building, turning to look at her.

"You're not alone," he said. "I know it feels like it, but you're not. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, Sadie."

She didn't answer.

Sophia was waiting when they walked in, Elisabeth in her arms.

She took one look at Sadie's face and immediately handed the baby to Luke without a word, disappearing into her bedroom to give them space.

Luke shifted Elisabeth in his arms, moving carefully, like he was afraid to break her and Sadie.

Sadie sank down onto the couch, staring blankly at the TV that was playing a cooking show on mute. Her vision blurred and before she could stop herself, she turned into him, pressed her face into the fabric of his sweatshirt and sobbed. Big, ugly, shuddering sobs she hadn't even known were inside her.

Luke didn't say a word. He just stroked her hair until she cried herself to sleep, cuddled into his side.

Back in the conference room, back in the stiff leather chair.

But this time, there was no waiting, no buildup.

The HR rep looked at him over a thin stack of papers.

"Mr. Hughes, we've concluded our investigation."

Luke nodded, trying not to bounce his knee under the table.

"Given the circumstances, the absence of workplace misconduct or complaints, we're opting for a formal reprimand. You will need to disclose any future relationships immediately. And be aware, any further incidents could lead to suspension or more severe consequences."

"Yes, ma'am," he said quickly.

She slid a paper across the table. "Sign here acknowledging receipt."

Luke signed without hesitation.

"And Mr. Hughes," she added, softer yet still professional, "congratulations on the birth of your daughter."

He blinked, completely caught off guard. He mumbled a "thank you" and practically bolted before they could change their minds.

Sadie's meeting had been shorter, but no easier.

They'd told her she'd remain on leave for now. No termination. Not yet.

When--if-- she returned, she'd be placed on a three-month probation, monitored closely for any sign of unprofessional behaviour. One wrong move and she was out.

She had nodded, signed, agreed to everything without really hearing the words. She was focused on surviving. One hour, one day at a time. At least she still had a job.

Luke braced himself as he walked into the locker room. Morning skate had just ended, but he'd been in his meeting.

Guys were half-dressed, laughing about something when they spotted him.

The room went dead silent. Every head turned.

Luke froze in the doorway, pocketing his phone.

Jack broke first. He grinned so wide it was almost blinding. Dawson followed, smirking like he was having the time of his life.

"HEY," he said loudly, standing up and pointing at Luke. "YOU HAD A WHOLE SECRET GIRLFRIEND AND A BABY?!"

The room erupted.

"What the fuck, Rusty?"

"No warning? No gender reveal party? Weak."

"Dude, you pulled Sadie? Respect."

"Was it your TikTok skills? Is that how you got her?"

Luke flushed red up to his ears, but he couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out. He shook his head, knocking Jack with his shoulder.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Jack was practically vibrating with glee, clapping Luke so hard on the back that he stumbled.

Nico, ever the team dad, gave Luke a nod. "Congratulations, Rusty. Seriously."

"Yeah," Siegs chimed in, grinning. "You're officially a hockey dad. Better start working on your minivan budget."

Laughter broke out around the room, guys elbowing each other, tossing chirps back and forth like it was any other day-- like Luke hadn't just dropped a nuclear bomb onto their normal lives.

But under all the jokes, Luke could feel the acceptance. No anger. No resentment. Just a weird, clumsy love. The only way hockey guys knew how to show it.

It was going to be okay. They had his back.

Back at the apartment, Sadie was curled up on the couch, Elisabeth dozing in a bassinet beside her, Sophia scrolling through baby clothes online.

Lu: They know. They're not mad. They're actually being kinda annoying abt it lol

Sadie stared at the screen, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Sophia looked over, saw the look on her best friend's face, and smirked.

"Told you," she said, nudging Sadie with her socked foot. "He's not going anywhere."

Sadie was curled up on the couch, one of Luke's hoodies swallowing her whole, bare legs tucked underneath her. Luke sat on the other end, close enough that their knees touched, hands fidgeting in his lap.

Elisabeth was finally asleep, bundled so tightly in her swaddle that she looked more like a burrito than a baby.

Sophia had left earlier, giving Sadie a pointed look and a mumbled excuse about "spending the night at Travis's place."

Sadie knew she was trying to give them space. She wasn't sure if she was grateful or terrified. Maybe a bit of both.

Luke cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "She's... cute when she's not screaming."

Sadie laughed. "Yeah. When she's quiet, I almost think I know what I'm doing."

He smiled, nervous. He rubbed the back of his neck the way he always did when he was anxious.

Sadie bit her lip, staring down at the worn throw blanket bunched up in her hands. She knew they couldn't avoid it any longer.

The conversation. The where do we go from here.

Luke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, voice low.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words rough. "For everything. For not protecting you better. For putting your job at risk. For... everything I guess."

Sadie opened her mouth to argue, to tell him it wasn't his fault, but he shook his head before she could.

"No. Just let me say it," Luke said. "You didn't ask for this. You didn't plan any of this. And you still handled it better than I ever could've."

Sadie blinked hard, tears burning behind her eyes.

Luke kept going, voice cracking at the edges.

"I don't expect anything, Sadie. I don't want to trap you into something you don't want. I just... I want to be here. For you. For her. Whatever you need."

Sadie stared at him.

At this boy, who was still so young but somehow had already given her more than most people twice his age ever would.

She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply.

"I'm scared, Luke," she whispered. "Like really scared, all the time."

He didn't flinch. He carefully shifted closer, like if he moved too fast, she'd run away.

"I'm scared too."

Sadie opened her eyes. Met his.

She saw it in his eyes, the fear. But also hope.

Stupid, stubborn hope.

She let out a shaky breath, her voice barely audible.

"I don't know what the future looks like. But I want you in it."

Luke's face crumpled for a second, before he reached out and pulled her into him.

The kiss wasn't frantic or desperate. It was slow, taking their time to show their love for each other. It was a promise. A beginning.

Later, they lay tangled on the couch, the TV playing quietly in the background. Elisabeth snuffled in her sleep, her tiny fists twisting inside the swaddle.

Luke's hand found Sadie's, tracing slow patterns along her knuckles. He murmured nonsense about baby clothes and daycare options and future trips they could take together.

Sadie just listened, her heart so full it ached.

For the first time in forever, she let herself believe it. Believe in him, them, their future.

She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead to Luke's shoulder, feeling the beat of his heart against her cheek. It wasn't the life she had planned. But it was one she was starting to see work out for her.

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daddy issues ── ( 심재윤 )

synopsis — jake works too much, but he loves harder. ── smut (m.), requested ( @riqomi ). dilf!jake x babysitter afab!reader. wc : 2.03k !

warnings — jake’s a few years older, (25). pet names: baby. unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, cover your tool) p.i.v. sex / pwp also. jake’s between the soft and rough dom area, y/n is down bad for her boss, jake’s a consent king, jake as a 3 year old toddler (s/n - son name), breeding (jake’s pull out game : weak.. pussy too good.)

two weeks ago… “s/n has already had a bath, a nice dinner, and his uniform for school tomorrow is out, hanging on his closet door. mr. shim.” you hummed, you’ve been babysitting for jake for a few months now. he was a few years older than you, a perfect mix of sweetness and tenderness. he was a tired hard working man, he had a minimum wage job—working in a corporate office, as an agent. “thank you, y/n seriously i don’t know what i would do without you.

and you? a college dropout who needed extra money until you found a job—but with the way jake pays you… you don’t need another one. “there are leftovers on the counter for you mr. shim, you’ve seemed to have had a long day. it’s my grandma's recipe, you’ll love it.” you assure him, he smiled. thanking you once again before placing your weeks worth of money in your hands.

you should have about five hundred dollars sitting in your palms right now. more than you’d usually give, but jake always threw a little extra on top. “do you think you’ll be available next week?” jake asked, hair messy and voice raspy from a long day of: “thank you for calling lee enterprises how can i help?” — “i was hoping so, we could do your monthly feedback and a dinner.. maybe? i still have to work but.. yeah.”

“are you asking me on a date mr. shim?” you were taken a bit aback, not rejecting it but not clearly understanding it either. did he want the dinner with just you and him or you him and friends.. “i thought we’d keep this a little professional.. yeah?” as he was still your boss you don’t think dinner is smart… not yet. “i’ll be available to work though… just text me dates. goodnight.” you smiled, walking away—now you just rejected a man on a date. and hopefully, his heart was bigger than his ego.

over the next few weeks, jake made it his mission to have at least a 10 minute long conversation with him every night. learning you, understanding your personality and your humor. what makes you sad, happy and what gives you the ick. he was feeling you, and he’s not sure how. or why.

“hear me out,” he walks into his kitchen. “we could take s/n to a baseball game? i’m inviting you because my friends are busy with their partners or working.. and s/n likes you y/n.” — “i’ll have to think about it mr. shim.” you chuckled while taking a drink of your water.

“jake is my name. you can call me jake. mr. shim is for when we’re working… and you’re not working.” hear made you laugh a bit—he was funny. flirty and you indeed felt something towards him. you’d finally started staying late, sometimes he’d bring takeout and you’d eat it together. brushing knees accidentally when sitting with each other. jake’s eyes always lingered. he could be staring at you, your lips. you nose… shamelessly your chest, thighs… ass. he was in love with your ass.

one night, he asks you to stay for dinner. real dinner. he cooks, a little clumsy but endearing, and you help, bumping shoulders and exchanging soft glances. also taking a few drinks… glasses of wine. a/n was upstairs sleeping, and your job was done. at first, you hesitated, drinking with your boss? but now. he made you feel comfortable like you were at home.

and now, today you’d decided to stay, longer than you ever had. it was around two in the morning and you and jake were up all night having conversations. he was so easy to talk to… you found yourself curled up on the couch, looking over and laughing at him as he talked about the most embarrassing thing to happen to him. “okay. it’s not that funny. i did think it was going to eat me..” he frowns playfully. “what about you? the most embarrassing thing you’ve done or had done to you.”

you were a bit tipsy, sipping on the wine jake poured for you an hour previous. “well.” you laughed nervously, not sure if you should spill it. “i have daddy issues, and every guy i’ve ever met has noticed that about me. it’s embarrassing because i always get left in the end… i kissed a guy once and he said i kissed like ive been hurt too many times… HUMBLED ME.” you covered your face, laughing now because it’s funny but back then—broke you .

jake only laughs a little, setting his own glass down. “i don’t see daddy issues, i see that you’re trying though.” he admits, “how about i kiss you, and let me see if i can taste it on your lips.” as much as you wanted to believe he was joking, he was not. you only looked at him, head tilting in disbelief. “do you think that’s appropriate, mr. shim?”

“i thought you clocked out of babysitter duties, five hours ago? i’m not your boss right now, i’m a friend. a friend willing to help you learn the truth.” he nodded his head. you don’t know why that was so attractive, how he looked at you—how he protected you but was assertive with his attitude. he was honest… and we can all admit that he’s a handsome.. attractive man. who just so happens to be a father. an active father figure, it was so hot to you.

“okay. you have a point,” you say your drink down, moving closer to jake—practically crawling to him. you looked at his lips before looking into his eyes. jake placed his hands on your waist, pulling you to sit in his lap. right where he wanted you. it was unspoken—the attraction you both had to each other.

your lips finally touched. warm and synced almost instantly—like you were made to be right here. it was soft at first, then it got more intense. showing signs you both wanted each other. jake mutters against your lips. “you can tell me when to stop you know.” oh but you didn’t want to stop, and neither did he.

jake’s hands slide down to your thighs, gripping hard enough to leave marks, pulling you closer until you’re straddling him fully. he groans into your mouth when you roll your hips against him, slow and teasing, feeling how hard he already is through his sweats. “fuck, y/n.” he mutters, voice wrecked, dragging his mouth down your neck. “been thinking about this all year.. every time i see you… you’re driving me fucking crazy.”

you whimper when he nips at your skin, grinding down harder, your hands fumbling to push his shirt up. you need to feel him — all of him — need to get as close as you possibly can. he picks up on that, taking his shirt off before taking yours and tossing it away. “beautiful.” he looked at your chest, kissing and sucking at your skin. leaving only a few marks.

you couldn’t believe what you were doing, how this could affect the both of you in the long run. “look at me,” he whispered, kissing up your neck and then your lips again. you hadn’t told him to stop, even if you did tell him—you didn’t want to. looking at him, it’s like he put a spell on you. your whole body relaxing under his touch. you hadn’t even realized he’d laid you down.

“can i take your clothes off?” he asked softly next to your ear, settling himself between your legs. once you agreed, he wasted no time stripping you down. kissing over your skin with lust. “fuck you look so good…” he murmured. stripping himself next, moving his hand down to rub your core—feeling how you were already dripping wet and the sweet sounds embedding itself into his brain. “excited?”

you shut your eyes in minor embarrassment, biting your lips as his finger worked its way around your clit. slow and sensual feelings shooting through your clit up to your chest. jake slipped a finger inside, then another. “so wet, warm. you smell good… it’s like you're reeling me in.” he chuckled, leaning over your body and brushing his tip along your slit. “ready?”

“ready,” you said against his lips. without wasting any more time, jake slid into you—his own eyes squeezing shut. he’d been working so much he forgot what pussy felt like. “holy shit—.” you were so tight, maybe too tight for him. he had to work his way through it. there was no way he was passing up another night alone with you.

your soft moans helped him through it, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. it took him a minute but he thrusted—in and out of you. slowly at first, making sure he felt how deep your velvet walls were. how stretched he’d gotten you. he was huge, and you could feel him everywhere.. it was quickly becoming an addiction. “fuck.. right there.” you moaned.

he kissed you, deeply. like he was done playing nice. hands sliding up your sides and holding you down to the couch. keeping you exactly where he wanted you. the shift in his energy… the tension rebuilding in the air. he was ready to break. “you made it so hard to keep my hands to myself.” he sits up, holding your legs in place while rutting deeper into you.

“always sitting there looking so good.. no matter what you wore. i always had to rub one out after you left.” he admits, his moans slipping through his words. “your body screamed at me to touch it.. take it. and sitting here. so easy. that just let me know that you wanted it as bad as i did baby.”

the way he was talking, the way your cunt squelched with each thrust. it was driving him insane—he was so focused on it. on the sound—making you feel good and praying for the best outcome of it all. “look at you, falling apart beneath me..” was it even possible for him to get even harder? you felt it.. all of it. “fuck i’m so close..” you moaned, his free hand coming up to your neck, squeezing it and applying pressure.

your tummy did a thing, like butterflies. you wanted it, you needed it. “fuck.. fuck me harder.” you covered your mouth, holding back as you started to get louder. but jake uncovered it, “let it out. let me hear you fall apart, tell me how good it feels. nobody can fuck you the way i do.” jake’s words were ripping you apart. into pieces, “that’s it..”

your moans slipped, uncontrollably. you wish you could put into words how good it felt but he was rocking your world. it was too much, too good and your whimpers from the contact. told him he was doing an amazing job. he pulled out, earning a whine from you before slamming back into you. “so fucking desperate to cum..” he was mesmerized by you.

everything he was doing, words couldn’t form in your mouth. only sounds and squeaks. even your eyes were rolling back—he moved his hands. watching how you rolled your hips up, matching his pace. “don’t stop, please.. please don’t stop.” you ran your hands down his chest. loving every second of it. “even your beg is so pretty.”

“you’re gonna cum like this baby?” you nod, ready to release it whenever he was ready for you too. it was his world, you were enamored in it. his breath got shaky, thrust getting sloppier—louder. harder. “then let’s cum together.” his voice was dark, low—almost dangerous. your legs were shaking, you couldn’t hold it, clenching around him—uncontrollably.

and then he growls, deep and rough, lips brushing yours as he says, “then do it. come for me. now.” and you do—hard, trembling, a mess in his hands as the pleasure crashes over you like a wave too big to fight. he holds you through it, grounding you, watching you unravel with a smug, look. jake spilled himself into you, practically claiming you as his. he was possessive over you already, and he couldn’t let anyone else have you. ever again.

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