#been working on this on and off again for a while now

[luveline]

—you meet Spencer again after losing out on the BAU job. he comforts you while you do your best not to flirt. bombshell!reader, 0.9k

You lose out on the BAU job to Elle Greenaway. It drives you crazy.

You work just as hard as Elle does, you’re professional no matter what Jason Gideon has to say about you, and you know you could do it. You have just as many successes as Elle does.

It makes you feel sick. You tried so, so hard.

I’m sorry, Hotch had said, and at least you’d had his support. He was kind enough to tell you in person. I can’t make the decision without Gideon, and if he thinks you aren’t right for it right now, we’ll have to wait.

Wait. As though Jason Gideon was ever going to change his mind about you.

You open your purse and take out the barrel of your sheer lipstick. Your compact is next. You hold the mirror up and angle your face in the sun, popping the lid off of the lipstick, and pressing its flat end to your bottom lip. The line you draw is perfectly precise. Your hand barely trembles.

You drop the mirror down and rub your lips together slowly. No matter what falls out of your control, you can present yourself to your liking. You can be immaculate. You—

“Hi.”

You look up from your rumination, startled. You’d been thinking so hard someone actually got the run up on you.

“Hi,” you say, tilting your head gently toward your shoulder.

Dr. Spencer Reid stands a polite three feet away from you. He’s suddenly changed. The last time you met him he was wearing his long hair in a side part. Now it’s split down the middle, just a touch shorter at the sides, and he’s wearing glasses.

(He’s wearing glasses!)

You’d thought he was pretty before.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” you say, tempted to call him baby, maybe sweetheart. He’s a sweet looking boy. His sweater vest makes you wanna hold his hand. “Thank you for asking. Why are you asking?”

You talk to him with no derision nor malice, just curiosity.

He frowns. It gives his eyes a sad shine. “I know you wanted the open position. You would’ve been great at it.”

“You think so?” you ask, surprised.

“I’ve seen some of your write ups. We’ve used your summaries in one of our profiles, do you… remember that?”

You send Hotch anything he wants to see.

“I don’t know why Gideon doesn’t like you… He’s so rarely wrong about people, but you’re…” He licks his lips nervously. “You’re– you’re smart. You’re inquisitive. I think you would be an asset to the team, and it’s a shame you didn’t get your chance.”

You’re making him nervous and it isn’t your intention. You put your hands in your lap and stop giving him the look, swapping your amicable smile for a proper friendly one. “Thank you. Is it okay if I call you Spencer? Dr. Spencer Reid is a lot to say at once.”

He laughs, still nervous. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Spencer, thank you for caring so much, but I’m okay. I think I might still have a chance one day, but with Elle gone, the sex crimes division is going to need me.” You lift your chin. If he’s sought you out to tell you he’s sorry, your premonitions about him when you met a few weeks ago were correct. He’s as kind as he is pretty. “I love your glasses. Are they for reading?”

“I always wore glasses when I was a kid, and then I started working here, and I thought it might make me seem less… childish, if I wore contacts, but they’re the worst.”

You laugh happily. He says it in such a pained voice. “The glasses suit you so much,” you say, shoving your things into your bag and standing. “Did you wanna go for coffee? I need a pick me up before I go back to the office.”

Spencer touches his wrist. “Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” you ask, again, without a drop of malice. You’re not stupid, Spencer has all the nervousness of someone who’s been mistreated before, and heartily, and it’s easy to be soft with him not solely because of it, but because he seems so sweet. You could happily be his friend. “Do you like coffee? We could get those hot donuts from the cafeteria, have you tried those?”

You close the little gap between you both and raise your hand carefully to his face. Gentle, you try to pull a stray hair from the hinge of his glasses leg without snapping it.

“You can tell me all the stuff I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” Spencer says.

“Come on, there has to be something.”

His mouth gives him away. “It’s not that you’re doing it wrong, you’re just– you– you’re not looking at things the…” Your fingertip brushes his cheek as you drop your hand. “…Right way, sometimes.”

“I wanted your recommendations.” You bump his elbow with yours. “I’ll buy you a coffee and you can write me a list. Cool?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes. Cool.”

You’re thinking it’ll be the start of a good friendship. You and Dr. Reid make quite a pair.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

[sometimesliterate]

cat parents | dr. ratio & aventurine

!! polyamory !!

caritas, poker, and snuggle.

anyone could tell who named what cat, and which cat cake was who's favorite.

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caritas was veritas' favorite, the name being an old language word meaning ' love ' although he wouldn't really admit to it. he'd told you that the cat's original name - or rather, it's classification, was lambda's friend, with blue skin and black and white filling. but the cat cake had a little gold flower on the side of it's head, too, which reminded him of himself.

caritas loves to chat with the other cat cakes. its the kind of cat that makes friends with other really quickly, so it's always chatting with poker and snuggle about something throughout the day. their conversations can range from anything about how warm the bed is to the best spot in the living room to see the three of their owners dancing together in the kitchen with music while you were trying to make dinner.

ratio absolutely loved to note down their conversations whenever present. it surprised him that such a creature was so articulate, even able to properly express its desires. he'd concluded that the cat cakes had the intelligence of a young toddler with a rudimentary but understandable grasp on language. you and aventurine liked to tease him sometimes for treating the cat cakes as children sometimes, trying to teach them as a parent would, although this was something that ratio would deny wholeheartedly.

" they are an interesting new species. they are ruan mei's creations, and yet she doesn't seem to understand their full potential. i believe it's imperative that we study them and possibly teach them things they otherwise wouldn't know without our interventions, " ratio reasoned, while he was holding the little cat cake, cradling it like it was something precious to him.

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poker was aventurine's, the name coming from one of his favorite card games to play, even though he rationalized it by saying that the cat was particularly swatty and liked to cause trouble by batting at things off of the edge of tables. " it likes to poke things until it drops off of the table, so the name poker makes sense, doesn't it ? " yeah, okay aventurine, whatever you say.

poker loved to meow in the dead of night and startle everyone out of sleep in the most inopportune times. ratio has a lecture early in the morning for the intelligentsia guild ? poker is making it's boredom everyone's problem. aventurine has a meeting with the other stonehearts ? oh boy, poker is right there sitting on his face meowing incessantly. if you've got something important to do, well, sorry to say you won't be getting very much sleep that night no matter how early you go to bed. it was bratty, sure, but it was ultimately just an average grey cat cake with nothing special about it, and seemed to have an overwhelming fear of being left alone.

no matter how annoying the cat cake was being that particular night, there was only one way to stop it from meowing. of course, ratio tried to reprimand it and teach it other ways to relieve its boredom at night, but nothing proved effective. you would just try to get it to calm down by playing with it for a little while, but that really only worked until you left it alone, and then it went right back to meowing. aventurine, however, had the magic touch. he would grab the cat cake and bring it into bed, and he would just.. talk to it. in a quiet voice, just chatting about whatever popped up into his head. he'd talk for an hour or more. sometimes it was about sigonia, sometimes it was about his job as a stoneheart. sometimes it was just different gambles and how he ended up winning them.

" so, of course, i had to prove that i was much more than he gave me credit for, " aventurine had been yapping for about an hour now, when he looked down at the cat cake in his arms and realized that it was sound asleep, purring against his chest. " ah, looks like i've done it again. you're welcome, you two. "

" thank you, 'churine, " you mumbled, half asleep as you leaned over to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your head falling back down to rest on his shoulder, already falling back asleep. ratio didn't say anything, and when aventurine looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile. he'd put ratio asleep while just chatting, too.

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snuggle was your trash cake cat, and there was really no deeper meaning behind the name. it was a snuggly cat, and loved attention. loved anyone and everyone who was willing to give it attention. sometimes you would wake up with it resting on your chest, sometimes you would see ratio lazily carrying snuggle around, and other times aventurine was playing with it making it chase a feather around. snuggle was the attention whore of the trio.

snuggle loved to follow you wherever you walked, especially to the bathroom. whether you were getting ready for the day or just trying to spend a few minutes doing human business, you had a pair of eyes watching over your ever move, making sure that you were never far from its sight, almost like it was protective over you. you couldn't help but compare it to your two partners, lord knows how often they were checking up on you in their own ways. ratio wasn't afraid of shooting you a text whenever he had a free moment while you were away to make sure you were okay, and aventurine was constantly on the phone with you through his headpiece.

" snuggle, i'm just going to the bathroom ! it's okay, really- " you gently protested, earning a small mew from the cat cake as it followed behind you into the bathroom, sitting patiently at the doorway, waiting for you to get finished with your business.

" hey, darling, i'm home from work ~ guess who i dragged back home with me after his lecture. " aventurine called out for you almost immediately, followed by the quieter voice of ratio announcing his presence as well.

you rolled your eyes at your partners immediately calling for you, your heart swelling with love for them, washing your hands as you walked out of the bathroom, snuggle hot on your tracks. " welcome back, guys. all of the cat cakes have been taken care of, and i started dinner. "

" thank you, i'm sure dinner will be pleasant as always, " veritas hummed, his briefcase still in his hand as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips.

" what would we do without you ? " aventurine weaseled his way in between you two, mostly because he also wanted to get his after work love from you.

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a chatty cat cake with more intelligence that it originally seemed, a cat cake that needed to be calmed down when everyone left it alone with its thoughts, and a protective cat cake that enjoyed attention and making sure that those around it was okay.

maybe these were the perfect cat cakes for you three.

#honkai star rail #dr ratio #hsr fanfic #veritas ratio #honkai sr #honkai star rail x reader #x reader #dr ratio x reader #aventurine x reader #dr ratio x aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine hsr #star rail aventurine #ratiorine #ratiorine x reader #aventurine x ratio x you #polyamory #nonmonogamy

[suguann]

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mio’s soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap. Several sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your four-year-old daughter run in the wrong direction across the field because she got distracted by a butterfly.

He doesn’t hear what they talk about—aren’t they divorced? I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that—or (worse) when they try to be subtle about their probing into Satoru’s dating life while you stand there with a stilted smile plastered onto your face. 

(More than likely, he’s listened to every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do.)

“Gojo,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”

“Can you still call me that if it’s your name too?”

A huff. “Go bother somebody else—”

“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game. Mio’s finally found her way back onto the field again.”

“But everyone’s staring at us.” You catch the eye of a mother tearing into a pack of fruit snacks.

“So? Let them stare.”

Everyone starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her little body ducking between the taller kids. 

“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents.    

And then Mio kicks the ball into— 

The wrong goal.

“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter starts doing not-quite cartwheels in the middle of the field.

Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless now that the weather is warmer.

The plate in your hands has a few scuffs, half of a cartoon character’s face scrubbed off to oblivion that Mio will have something to say about later. Doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn because the window is right there, above the sink, to tempt you.

It’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those stupid gray cotton shorts (that you know he picked out with the sole purpose of torturing you) sit dangerously low on his hips— 

He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips. The blood rushing to your brain, that must be what makes you give a sudsy wave and cause heat to creep into your middle.

Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re putting away laundry one afternoon, and unsurprisingly shirtless as he crowds you against the dresser. Front to back. His mouth at your ear.

That steady resolve you pride yourself in crumbles at your feet, and you swallow the tiny, helpless sound working its way up your throat. A slippery thing that slips out. “Satoru…”

“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband.

“Were they?”

“Don’t you remember? Couldn’t get them out of the way fast enough.”

Your mouth is dry, something playing in a loop in the back of your brain. Early morning, breakfast cooling on the stove, crumbs stuck to your cheek, these shorts dangling off the leg propped up on the counter—

“Where’s Mio?”

A kiss to your nape, a knowing smile. “Taking a nap.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”

Your words trail off into a moan when he slaps your clit with the leaky tip of his cock, and wet sounds echo in the room.

“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open, stuffing you full, two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly into place like it should be (how it’s always been). “Tell me some more why we can’t keep doing this.” 

You can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he hooks two thick fingers into your mouth because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed with your cheek buried into your pillow, every sound choking into nothing.

You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.

“Christ, look at you,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Fucking look at you. You needed this, didn’t you?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who presses what leaks out back inside you with his thumb after he pulls out, wet and sticky circles between your legs until you fall apart again with a soft cry. His thumb is there again, at your entrance, pushing and stopping like a plug, muttering something under his breath that sounds like, “Can’t waste it.” 

And quieter, “Maybe it’ll take.”

(Who knows?

Maybe it will. Worse things have happened.)

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night.

(How it was probably always going to come back to this.) 

That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet. That you don’t feel guilty when you think about saying I love you or wishing he’d stay longer—

“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Satoru as Mario Kart appears on the screen.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, tugging on one of her pigtails until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.

You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile you share with Satoru over your daughter’s head.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #fem!reader #.things i write

[acey-wacey]

True Love's Kiss

Feat. Idia, Azul, Vil

Synopsis: You've fallen under a mysterious sleeping spell. Who can wake you up but your true love?

...

🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮

"ME?!"

Idia's shriek resounded through the infirmary before he was hushed by one of the nurses. He shrunk back in his embarrassment and turned back to the cheeky cat that was standing on the infirmary bed next to your sleeping form.

"Yes, you, shut-in. What have you got brimstone on your ears?" Grim scowled at the blue-haired boy who's hair was becoming quite pink with embarrassment. "Who else would kiss my henchman awake?"

"Literally anyone else, maybe?" Idia argued, hiding his face behind the collar of his jacket. "It's always Prince Charming in the stories. I'm about the farthest thing you could find."

"I think you're plenty charming, Idia!" Ortho chimed in with what would have been a smile if he didn't have his mask on. "Who's to say you won't break the spell?"

"I say," Idia groaned, his voice muffled by his jacket. "Aren't there any other cures? I thought Professor Crewel was working on an antidote."

Before Grim could open his mouth, Ortho interrupted.

"Nope! No other cure!" Ortho beamed with glee uncharacteristic for delivering grave news. "I already scanned and if my databases say there's no other cure than there's no other cure and you have to kiss them!"

Idia whined in mortification and buried himself further in his jacket, now almost entirely engulfed by the fabric, except for the tufts of flaming hair sticking out the top.

Grim tapped his paw impatiently, quite fed up with Idia's reservations. Every second you were asleep was a second that your poor, poor kitty boss went without tuna (he couldn't reach the cabinet where you put the cans).

"I could always go get Leona. He's a prince, so it's close enough, yeah?"

"No!" Idia shot up, his hair flared up in red, startling Grim so bad, Ortho had to catch him before he fell off the bed. Idia took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair until it returned to its regular electric blue.

"Don't even joke about that," Idia muttered through gritted teeth. "Makes my skin crawl to think of that grubby jock getting his slimy lips anywhere near Y/N."

"Fine, if you don't want anyone else to do it, then what's the issue?" Grim put his paws on his hips and shot Idia an impatient look. "You like them, they like you, they probably want to kiss you anyway so just hop to it! I'm starving over here!"

Idia snapped up in shock at Grim's words.

"Y/N... likes me?"

Grim scoffed in ridicule and rolled his eyes.

"Duh! What, have you been living under a rock? Oh, wait, you have, haven't you?"

Ortho immediately began protesting Grim's insult. Idia himself might've been offended if he wasn't preoccupied with his overheating brain.

Why in Wonderland would you like him? I mean that was just a ridiculous claim even though both Grim and Ortho seemed to believe it. Not many people even liked being around him much... but then again, you weren't other people.

You were the one who messaged him to go to sleep at midnight after gaming for too long. You brought him snacks and sat in comfortable silence in his dorm while he played video games. You never expected more from him and without realizing it, he has gotten used to having you next to him. It even happened sometimes that he would turn to say something to you while he was gaming, only to find you weren't there. It baffled him how you made your way into his daily routine almost without notice.

"Do they really?" Idia asked softly, catching the attention of both Grim and Ortho who had been exchanging some heated words of childlike manner. "Like me, I mean."

Ortho giggled at his brother's bashfulness.

"Of course they do! They never shut up about you!" Grim huffed, recalling the countless times he'd heard you practically gushing about the vitamin D deficient geek. "No clue why though. Guess Y/N likes 'em pale and sickly."

"I'm not- whatever," Idia didn't really have the fight in him to argue with Grim's impression of him. He took a deep breath and looked at Ortho. "Do you really think it would work?"

"Only one way to find out!" the little robot responded cheerily.

"What if..." Idia gulped. "What if it doesn't work and I just kiss them for nothing? What if..."

"Shut up and pucker up, dracula! I'm wasting away without my henchman!"

That earned Grim a pair of yellow-eyed glares.

Idia collected himself with a deep breath and leaned towards you.

"Nope, nope, nope, this is a bad idea, I can't do this," he panicked, standing up and waving his hands around in anxiety. Grim rolled his eyes and jumped onto Idia's shoulders, pushing him onto you with all the momentum the little creature could muster.

It was effective. Idia toppled forward onto the infirmary bed, catching himself just in time to not crush you, but not before his lips brushed yours.

Idia jumped back, crashing to the floor quite devoid of grace. He, Ortho, and Grim all held their breath, waiting for something to happen.

"Aw, man, our first kiss, and I wasn't even awake for it!"

Idia brightened at the sound of your voice. He jumped back to his feet to see your drowsy eyes locked on him.

"Hi, Charming," you lazily smiled at the blue-haired boy. "Thanks for rescuing me."

Idia's face went slack with shock and his face turned so red you were afraid he might explode.

"Perfect! Now that you're awake, get me tuna, human!"

...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

"This is such a bad idea."

Deuce echoed for the nth time since Ace had come up with his little scheme.

"I know but just think," Ace smirked at your sleeping body, which the two were carrying through the Octavinelle dorm, Ace supporting your arms, Deuce carrying your legs, like they were carrying a dead body. "Imagine the look on the prefect's face when they wake up and see Azul They'll probably think they're dreaming."

"Yeah, I think they've had that dream before," Grim scowled from where he rode atop your belly. "Wouldn't be surprised with how down-bad they are for that slimy little junior mafia boss."

"It'll be fine, I'm sure," Ace dismissed, ignoring Deuce's concerned look. "And if anything bad happens, it'll probably be the prefect ending up with a contract, not us."

"That's kind of a terrible thing to say about a cursed person," Deuce pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Pssh, where'd your moral compass come from, huh?"

"From my mom," Deuce spat defensively. Ace was about to respond when they were both startled by a looming figure standing menacingly behind Deuce.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

Both first years gulped in fear at the sound of the eel's unison voices.

"Is our poor prefect injured?" Jade frowned though his eyes held a devious sparkle.

"Sort of..." Grim started but jumped back when Floyd grinned at him menacingly.

"We can't have Shrimpy being hurt, now can we?" he flashed his sharp teeth at the sleeping prefect. "We'll take 'em off your hands, fix 'em up real nice."

"Will we get them back?" Ace asked, fearing the answer. Jade responded with a squinty smile.

"That remains to be seen."

"Hey, wait a minute-!" Deuce tried to protest but was cut off when Floyd lifted your limp body with two hands and flung you over his shoulder.

"Careful, Floyd," Jade warned. "We can't have damaged goods."

The unfortunate trio was left to watch as you were hefted into the Mostro Lounge, wondering if they would ever see you again.

Meanwhile, in the Mostro Lounge, Azul was peacefully tallying profits in his office when his door was kicked down.

"What the-" he shrieked. Azul stared in horror as Floyd barged into the room with a body flung over his shoulder. "Did you... Did you actually kill someone this time?"

"Not this time," Floyd responded cheerfully. Azul managed to stand up from his chair right before Jade swept everything off of the polished mahogany desk in front of him.

"What are you doing?!" Azul yelled but was quickly silenced when Floyd set your limp body down on the now-empty desk. "Is that Y/N?"

"Yup!" Floyd said, popping the "p" with a sly smile.

"Are they...?" Azul asked hesitantly.

"Just sleeping, fortunately," Jade responded with a similar grin. "But I'm afraid it's the work of magic. They won't wake until..."

At this point Azul was very concerned. His crush was unconscious on his desk and his business associates were far too smug to have good intentions.

"Until what? Seven's sake, just tell me why you brought them here!"

"Very well," Jade bowed his head in respect that felt more mocking than anything. "The prefect will remain asleep until they are woken up by true love's kiss. It is the belief of myself as well as Y/N own friends that you may be able to fulfill this requirement."

It must have been at least a full minute before Azul spoke again.

Jade waited patiently with a smile as Azul stared in shock and confusion, the gears behind his eyes obviously turning at superhuman speeds.

Azul finally snapped back into his regular businessman persona.

"Well, of course, I am obviously the most qualified candidate to undertake his task," Azul said nonchalantly, though both eels could easily tell it was a front.

"We'll leave you two alone then!" Floyd winked suggestively at Azul, the octopus' calm facade cracking ever so slightly.

Jade and Floyd shut the door to Azul's office and he could hear their laughter through the wood.

Azul took a deep breath and looked at your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, your forehead free from worried wrinkles and lips devoid of any kind of scowl. Azul was used to being on the receiving end of some of these scowls/ incredulous looks. He couldn't deny he might have deserved some of the scrutiny you gave him, given that he did attempt to trick your friends into contracts so you would have to come visit him to save them. Perhaps if you wanted him to stop, you should stop wearing that adorable pout when you confront him!

You took a breath and Azul stood up so fast it scared him.

"Sevens," Azul muttered, running a hand through his hair. "When did I get this jumpy?"

He looked at you once more, taking in every still detail about you.

"Might as well stare, since you'll never be this calm around me again," he whispered as if he was afraid you would hear him through your enchantment. He sighed contentedly as he stared at your sleeping face.

After only a few seconds, he snapped himself back out of it.

"Stop it, Azul, that's creepy," he scolded himself, taking to pacing around his room. "Though to be fair, kissing someone who is under an enchanted sleep is far more creepy than just looking at them."

He peered at you again. Though it was easy to admire your serene expression, it was uncanny to see your face motionless, without a laugh or groan or yell behind it. Azul took a deep breath and steeled his nerves.

"Even if they hate me forever, it's worth a shot," he quietly hyped himself up. "But isn't it just true love's kiss? There's no way I'm their true love, that would be impossible. They dislike me far too much. But I would never forgive myself if I could have saved them..."

Azul grappled with his inner thoughts for who knows how long, before landing on the conclusion that he should just go for it and kiss you.

"If they do wake up, I'll apologize profusely until they forgive me for kissing them and then possibly draft a marriage contract...?" Azul hit himself in the head to snap himself out of it. "Stop it. Now's not the time to be thinking about that."

Azul took a sharp inhale and turned back to you.

"Oh, screw it!"

He exclaimed and rushed back to his desk, pressing his lips to yours before he could rethink it. It was the slightest kiss, barely even a kiss. Azul wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he had truly taken advantage of you.

He turned away faster than even the brief kiss. He held his breath, trying to notice tiny details about his walls to distract himself from the tension.

"What is... Where am I?"

Azul spun around, eyes wide with genuine shock. Upon seeing you groggily looking around, he straightened and cleared his throat.

When you turned toward the noise, you saw Azul, the absolute picture of perfection he always was. You would never have known he was feeling anything akin to anxiety if it weren't for the nervous tapping of his custom-tailored leather shoes.

"Azul?" You narrowed your eyes, taking in your environment. You were laying on a table, alone in a small room with Azul. "What is this? Don't tell me you finally got the tweels to drug me."

Azul opened his mouth to protest, a bit concerned that you were so used to stuff like that that you just sounded tired instead of worried, but he remembered his gentlemanly guise and rethought his next words.

"Honestly, Y/N, do you really think me so cruel?" Azul smirked, praying to the Seven for an excuse you would buy so he wouldn't have to explain the real situation. "I was not the one who brought you here. You were merely... dumped on my doorstep, shall we say."

"I just remember Ace and Grim screwing around in alchemy and they dropped some dumb potion..." You put together vague pieces of your memory before it clicked. "Ooooh, sleeping potion. I was knocked out, wasn't I? Bit stupid of those idiots to bring me here, but isn't that how they always are."

You jumped off the table as if you hadn't just been passed out. Azul was honestly surprised by your chipperness. You sighed and turned to him.

"So what did you do? What do I owe you?" You looked at Azul expectantly. He blinked a couple times before he felt embarrassing heat rise on his neck.

"I didn't- well I- that is to say-" Azul stared, scrambling for words. Nobody but you could make him this inarticulate. He took a deep breath and collected himself. "You don't owe me. If anything, I should be paying you for recompense."

You furrowed your eyebrows, very skeptical of any supposed kindness coming from NRC's resident schemer.

"What do you mean recompense? What happened?"

"I may have-" Azul coughed, trying to brush off what was so clearly bothering him. "This particular enchantment required-" Another cough. "I believe the particular wording was a true love's kiss. I provided a kiss of such manner. Because of the impropriety of this particular cure, I feel a certain responsibility to compensate you for such lack of consent."

You stared for a long time. Azul imagined that must have been what he looked like when Jade first told him about your condition.

"True love's kiss..." You trailed off, subconsciously bringing your fingers to your lips.

"Yes and I will be happy to provide compensation for emotional or physical damages or- or other."

You looked at Azul incredulously.

"You just told me you're my true love and you think I want money?!"

Azul was quite confused now.

"Do you not want money?"

"Well, I could always use it but at the particular moment, what I really want is for this dumb octopus to come and give me a real kiss."

...

🪞 Vil Schoenheit 🪞

It had been a few hours since you had been unceremoniously dumped on Pomefiore's doorstep. Apparently, some alchemical accident had happened, leaving you magically asleep with no known cure. Crowley had dropped your limp body at Pomefiore and offered extra credit to anyone who could fix you. It only made sense. After all, the Fairest Queen was quite proficient at potions, and so Vil prided himself on the same.

No one else had dared touch you once he spotted your body and glared at them. He had Rook carry you to the makeshift potions lab next to Vil's room. Rook, ever the drama queen, took every step to ensure your comfort while in your enchanted sleep. He set you up on a table with plush pillows and a lacy blanket. Vil thought the flowers Rook had arranged in your hands were a bit excessive but he was more preoccupied with finding a cure.

Vil told himself he was doing it for the extra credit, but really, anyone who knew him knew he didn't need it. Some part of him didn't like seeing you cursed.

For the past two hours, Vil had been rifling through every potion book he had, trying multiple recipes and feeling a little more disheartened every time it didn't work. One of the elixirs he whipped up burned right through his potted fern. He elected not to test that one on you.

Eventually, Vil came upon a book about curse-breaking.

"Can't believe I didn't see this before," he muttered to himself, flipping open the table of contents.

There was only one page on sleep spells. Vil ran his finger over the passage as he read it.

"The only way a sleep spells can be reversed is thought true love's..." Vil interrupted himself with a scoff. "That's ridiculous, that can't be the only way."

He looked over at your sleeping form, clutching your bouquet of flowers. The color was drained from your face and even the shade of your clothes looked grayer. Vil felt a pang of emotion, like a hand squeezing his heart at the sight of you so lifeless.

You were usually so full of life, bringing joy to those close to you. You stayed just out of the limelight, content to support your friends in their shenanigans but having your own fun outside of the public eye. Oftentimes, you took Vil along with you, giving him a taste of what it's like to be treated like a normal person.

It disturbed him so see you devoid of a smile or eye-roll or any sort of emotion that you wore on your sleeve.

No matter what it took, he would find a cure.

"You've already found a cure," Vil imagined you saying to him. "You're just too scared to use it."

"What do you know?" Vil grumbled quietly. Had he really fallen so far he was talking to himself? He wished you were really talking to him, really showing signs of life, even if it was to scold him. "There must be another cure somewhere. I don't care how long it takes me to find it."

"You know true love's kiss is the most powerful thing in the world," Vil's imaginary you said. "There isn't another way. And besides, would you rather me be awake now instead of in the 6 months it takes you to find something else?"

Vil huffed, more annoyed by the fact that he really didn't want to wait than what you were saying.

"Then why don't you tell me how to find your true love, hm? That'll take me longer than 6 months."

His imaginary you just stared at him, blinking pointedly. He stared back, trying to decipher what his psyche was trying to tell him.

"You don't think..." His face fell when he realized what that look meant. "It's not me, believe me."

"Well, some part of you obviously thinks it could be, because I think it could be you and I'm just in your head," you shrugged.

"I refuse," he immediately declared, turning away from where your real self laid. "If you were real, you would not agree. And by the way, who am I to kiss you while you're asleep?"

Vil looked over at your peaceful face and he swore he could see incredulity in your motionless expression.

"Stop looking at me like that, potato. I refuse to kiss you without proper consent."

Imaginary you stared at Vil again, unsettling him more.

"Come now, I don't need this from both of you," he picked up a potion book, pretending to read it.

"You could save me," imaginary you offered, your voice solemn in a way he couldn't imagine perfectly. He'd never heard you that serious. Guilt suddenly hit him in the chest, drawing his attention back to you.

Vil stared at you longingly for much longer than he would have allowed himself if you were conscious. He groaned and walked towards you.

"I want to save you, Y/N," Vil declared wistfully as he stood over you. "I do know if I can be your true love, but Seven, I'm out of ideas."

Vil leaned closer to you and brushed a hair out of your face.

"Maybe I'll be able to do this right one day."

Vil brought his lips to yours gently, barely touching them before he pulled away. He watched your face for any signs of movement. When you stayed stationary, he turned away, trying to shut out his disappointment.

"Honestly, when did I get so delusional?" Vil scoffed, desperately trying to push down his feelings. "In what sort of foolish fantasy do I count as Y/N's true love?"

"Mine, probably."

Vil whirled around, his usual grace abandoned in his shock at hearing your voice in his ears in lieu of his head.

You groaned as you sat up, a bit confused as you examined the flowers you were holding.

"Sorry, that was probably a dumb thing to say," you laughed, shocking Vil with how easily you adjusted to your surroundings. "Though I guess you really are my true love. You can't try to deny it, I've got the receipts."

Vil's lip quirked up at your instant snap back to teasing.

"My word against yours, potato."

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[vivwritesfics]

We need more carlando x reader smut in this world like the fic you wrote (Him) but reader turns into a brat this time…

Okay so with this throuple I genuinely love the idea that lando is the little brat but this? I can work with this (this turned out way longer than I wanted)

Warnings: smut, riding, use of good girl, use of daddy, brat reader, sub lando, dom Carlos, trusty pink handcuffs, orgasm denial, oral (male!receiving), praise, dacryphilia (sort of)

She was always Carlos's good girl

Always the one getting praised

Always the one getting impaled on his cock while Lando was sat in the corner, whimpering as he watched

Sure, sometimes she could be slightly bratty when she wanted attention

Like when she climbs into landos lap and starts pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw

But that's all to get Carlos's attention

All so he'd pull her off of Lando's lap and sit her on his cock

Because she was the good one, it worked

Most of the time

But, this time? It certainly wasn't going to

Well, for starters, she should have made sure Carlos was in the goddamn house before she started this little game

She did the usual:

Climb into landos lap

Press kissed to the underside of his jaw

Move her hips against his own until he was desperate and groaning, cock tenting the shorts he was wearing

"Quit trying to get me into trouble," he'd say and make a weak attempt to push her away

She'd throw her best pout in his direction

"Lan, please," she'd whine out, working on freeing him from his shorts

The moment she did, all bets were off

Slipping out of her own lazy day shorts, she held Lando as she slipped down onto him

There was no time for foreplay (which sucked ass)

He sucked in a breath as she clenched around him

How long had it been since something like this happened?

Far too long

Carlos was going to kill them

But, for a few blissful, uninterrupted minutes, she rode landos cock, mewing and whining above him with her hands on his chest

"What's all this?"

That familiar voice had them stopping

Lando released her hips and she stilled on top of them

They wore matching pathetic expressions as Carlos strode towards them

"Would either of you like to tell me what's going on?"

Now, if it had been all Lando's doing, Carlos would have known right away

For starters, she wouldn't have been riding him, and she would have been whimpering out apologies from the moment Carlos made his presence known

But she was still and quiet, staring down at lando and daring him to speak

Carlos knew the two of them far too well for this game

He held her cheeks and forced her to look up at him

"Mi amor, was this your doing?"

He asked it so softly, almost like he couldn't believe his good girl was being bad

But then she rolled her hips, and Carlos knew

He stepped back and ran his fingers through landos hair

"You're going to ride him until he cums," Carlos announced, tugging at landos curls in a way that had him whimpering

The way she was smirking at him, Carlos could have slapped that look off her face

But she'd probably enjoy it

"Don't you dare," he said as she began rolling her hips

But then, she rolled her eyes at him

His good girl, his princess, actually rolled her eyes at him

Once again Carlos grabbed her cheeks, but harder this time

"You fucking dare cum and you'll regret it"

"Yes daddy," she said, tone mocking

Carlos couldn't quite believe his ears

She was asking for it, begging to be punished further

It was normally lando in this situation, not her

"That's it," he said and pulled her off of Landos cunt. "You clearly can't be trusted"

The loss of contact had both her and lando whimpering

But Carlos didn't care as he pulled out the trusty pink handcuffs

"You're not cumming for a week if I have anything to say about it"

He stripped her completely naked placed the handcuffs around her wrists, holding her arms behind her back

He sat her on the floor beside lando as he moved up to kiss him

"We're gonna take care of you, good boy," he said and lando whimpered

He pressed his pillowy lips against landos, cradling the back of his head

It was more romantic than sexy

And then, as soon as Carlos pulled away he maneuvered her to kneel between Lando's legs

Eyes on his leaking cock

Carlos controlled all of her movements

He pushed her forward as she opened her mouth to wrap her lips around his cock

And then he was pushing her head done until her nose touched the curls at his base

She could taste herself on him all the way down

Carlos held her there, throat constricting around him and tears springing to her eyes

Carlos kept a hold of her as she sucked off lando

He moved her, spoke to her, telling her what to do

When her tears ran down her cheeks (she wasn't crying, it was just from how full her mouth was), Carlos wiped them away and kept going

"You're doing so good for me," he praised Lando

Lando, who bucked his hips into her mouth at those words

At last he spilled against the back of her throat, hips jumping uncontrollably

Carlos held him still and pulled her off

"Swallow," he commanded and she did just that

She held out her tongue, showing him how good she had been

All that had just happened seemed to have gotten her back under control and she whimpered as Carlos stood up, moved away from her

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said as he helped Lando stand

She whimpered from her place on the floor

When Carlos crouched in front of her she pouted at him, but he just laughed

"Oh, mi amor, you should have thought about that before you misbehaved," he said and walked away

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[purple-obsidian]

show me (18+, dick grayson x fem reader) wc 1.1k

⭓ this post contains sexual content and is not suitable for minors.

"I'll never grow tired of this." Dick murmurs, brushing your hair away from your neck before placing a kiss against your flushed skin. The contact causes you to shiver, letting out a low moan while he rolls his hips into yours languidly.

You had been sleeping, snuggled up in the soft cotton that adorned Dick's bed, laying on your stomach with one of your legs kicked out to the side. He found you, breathing deep and even, arms wrapped around one of his plush pillows when he returned from his nightly prowl. When he turned on the dim light of the bedside lamp and saw your frame drowning in one of his t-shirts, nothing else keeping his eyes from wandering over your naked lower half, he couldn't help himself. Seeing you here, in his apartment, in his bed, so comfortable and at home…

That's what got you where you are now. Split open on his cock, manicured nails gripping the pillow and sheets, torso twisted a bit so you can look up at his deep blue eyes. The vigilante thrusts into your tight warmth from behind, murmuring against your neck as the sounds of sex fill the room.

"Dreaming about me?" He asks, slowly moving his hips in a steady pace that makes your toes curl. There's nowhere else this man would rather be, than here with you, inside of you, feeling parts of you meant for him and him alone.

"H-how did you-" You stammer out, getting cut off by his mouth that leaves the comfort of your neck to find your soft lips. His kiss is hungry, but not urgent. He's taking his time with you. Dick can tell that you're still fuzzy from your slumber. He loves you like this. All sleepy and slow, keeping his bed warm for him while he's out late into the night. So warm, your skin soft, and your body so welcoming. The little noises and whimpers you make cause his swollen cock to throb painfully inside of you. He nips at your lower lip briefly before pulling away to answer.

"You're soaked, princess." He explains with a low chuckle. "I'm the only one who can make you this wet. So tell me. Did you fall asleep touching yourself to the thought of me inside of you?" He snaps his hips into yours, enjoying your muffled reaction. "Or were you dreaming about me?"

Strong hands reach down to adjust your hips, allowing his arousal to collide with yours at a deeper angle, making your eyes flutter with each soft smack when he bottoms out. You rest your head on the pillow, and Dick lets more of his weight crush you against the plush bedding. You let out a sigh that morphs into a whimper, the feeling of him stretching your walls and molding you to fit him is divine.

"Answer me, baby. Tell me what's got you so wet for me." He moans out with a grunt. "So worked up," He leans his forehead against your hair and inhales the scent of your shampoo, putting just a little more force into his pace. "You're such a pretty little mess for me."

You rub your head against the pillow, squirming and groaning at the irresistible friction of his cock teasing your g-spot. "D-dream…" you finally mumble as you clutch the pillow tighter, arching your back to help him out. You lean into his warmth against the back of your head, craving his closeness, moving your hips back to meet his thrusts as your body becomes more awake.

Dick's mouth finds your neck once again, this time biting at your skin with a satisfied grunt. Knowing that you dream about him? Oh, that makes his already inflated ego soar. To be the one who plagues your subconscious, to be so desired by you that the waking hours of the day spent with him aren't enough, it makes his cock twitch and his pace falter briefly.

Your boyfriend stills himself for a moment, panting quietly as he tries to stay off his orgasm. "Tell me about it." His breath fans over the skin of your neck, wet from his saliva, the cool sensation sends tingles down your spine.

Its a demand. Not a question. He wants every detail, running his fingertips along your arm as he waits for you to respond.

The room is dark, and with his movements stopped, the only sound that can be heard is the soft patter of rain against the windows. You think for a moment, blushing into the pillow when you recall the filthy scenes that were dancing in your mind before he came home.

"I… i think…" You pivot your head a little to offer him better access to your neck, clenching around his length when you feel his warm hand grip your hip a little tighter. He craves any small sign of submission he can get from you. Its like a drug to him, one he's decided he cannot live without.

"Hm?" He grumbles, starting to move painfully slow, sliding even further into your body, eyeing the hickies appearing across your skin.

"…I'd rather show you." you whisper, gazing over your shoulder to try and find his eyes through your haze.

"Show me?" He repeats back with a sly smirk.

You bite your lip as the sensations he's giving you grow more intense. You nod your head, and mutter out a broken "Please?"

Dick's pupils dilate when he hears your plea. Fuck, he loves when you ask nice like that. "My princess wants to be on top? Is that it?" He asks, his tone almost teasing. But it doesn't bother you any. You know who you're dating.

"Will you let me?"

You genuinely aren't sure what his answer will be. Dick is always on top. That's where he's most at home, and he doesn't often want to deviate from his comfort zone. But the man is also head over heels for you, and you can't remember the last time he's told you 'no'.

You almost regret asking when you feel Dick shift his weight off of your body and pull out of your dripping pussy, leaving you feeling empty and aching. But when you see him shift to the side and lean his back against the pillows, hands behind his head and smug smile on his face, you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies.

Your eyes trail over his toned body, drinking in the sight of the man before you. He's strong, chiseled, handsome as hell, and most importantly, yours.

"Go on." Dick encourages you, his heart racing in anticipation, dark eyes swimming with excitement. "Show me."

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[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: robin notices her brother's little (huge) crush on you. ❀ ˎˊ- sunday x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 829 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: maybe ??? ooc sunday idk sunday doesnt exactly have smitten moments ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: wrote this to calm the voices because this man is rotating in my brain rent free during exam week (i wrote this before finishing the 2.2 quest please dont attack me i am just a girl) ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

They're quivering again.

The first time, Robin convinces herself that she must’ve imagined it. She brushes it off and continues her conversation with her brother - detailing all of the things she’d seen during her tour throughout the cosmos while he listens patiently, as he always has.

But then comes a second, and a third, and then a fourth time, and Robin knows that she isn’t hallucinating from a lack of sleep.

It doesn’t help that Sunday’s eyes aren’t exactly focused either. Usually, they’re soft and attentive, reflecting how eagerly he listens to her stories. But today, they’re distracted - honed in on something in the distance as if caught in a daze. And those wings of his - fluttering ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign that has Robin smiling knowingly.

“Brother?” she says softly. When that doesn’t work, she gently snaps her fingers before his face.

Instantly Sunday startles, blinking rapidly before his attention returns to Robin and he settles back into his serene state. Robin giggles at him, and Sunday merely rolls his eyes playfully in return.

“Sorry about that,” Sunday says sheepishly, coughing into his fist. “With the Charmony Festival approaching, I’m afraid my mind has been rather… preoccupied.”

Ah, yes, the Charmony Festival - a convenient excuse, Robin thinks amusedly. But for her brother’s sake, she plays along.

“You really should rest, brother,” she lightly chides him, “even if you are the Oak Family head, all this stress isn’t good for you.”

Sunday smiles warmly. “Yes, of course.”

They both know he isn’t going to listen (stubbornness runs in the family), but at least Robin can’t say she didn’t try.

Her brother’s gaze wanders again, and his wings follow suit. Robin almost sighs in exasperation at how obvious Sunday is being. Suddenly, she’s grateful that they were the only Halovians in Penacony with wings - Xipe knows the embarrassment they’d face if someone caught on.

As discreetly as possible, she sneaks a peak behind her to follow Sunday’s gaze and pinpoint the source of his distraction.

She doesn’t find much, just a few Dreamchasers talking amongst themselves - a common sight in Golden Hour. They aren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, simply eating and enjoying the sights as any normal tourist would. Just as she’s about to question Sunday, her gaze lands on you.

You weren’t doing anything special, no, but something about the way you carried yourself and talked with the people around you made you stand out, as if a ring of light had enshrouded you like a halo. There was no hostility nor malice that Robin could discern in your features, only pure joy and warmth that reminded her of a fireplace.

If she had to describe you in one word, it would be freedom.

“Who are they?” she whispers, leaning closer to Sunday so that he can hear her. Sunday flinches, heat rising to his face as he realizes he’s been caught.

“N-No one, really,” he hastens to deter her. “Just another Dreamchaser, one of the Nameless who came to Penacony on vacation.”

“Really?” Robin teases, fully facing him now. “They don’t look like ‘just another Dreamschaser’ to me.”

She’s never seen her brother so nervous. “…And what makes you say that?”

Robin daintily points to one of her wings, fighting back her laughter as the realization slowly dawns on Sunday. “You were fluttering, brother.”

Within the blink of an eye, Sunday’s skin burns bright red. He buries his face in his hand with a groan, and Robin bursts out laughing, soft giggles escaping her as Sunday’s wings, his traitors, come to shield his face from the embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” she finally manages out. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you like that much.”

“That’s not-” Sunday sighs in defeat, realizing that any argument was futile. Pinching his nose, he tries to salvage the situation with a deep breath. “Putting that aside, what were you saying about Asdana?”

Robin plants her hands on her hips, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Don’t try to change the subject, Sunday.”

“No, I’m sure you’ve more interesting stories -” Sunday tries to prattle on - anything to escape this conversation. Robin has half a mind to pinch his cheek until he caves, but she doesn’t have to.

In the midst of his pitiful attempts to turn the conversation topic elsewhere, Sunday’s gaze betrays him and wanders to you again - only this time, you’re looking at him first. Your eyes meet for a second, and you offer him a friendly smile and wave.

And that’s all it takes for him to melt.

Robin watches, entertained, as Sunday waves back, his wings now flapping in delight at the brief interaction. His smile is relaxed now, and his eyes are drowning in something that Robin can only describe as lovesickness.

She lets out a loud sigh, fondly shaking her head as she looks at her brother.

There’s no doubt in her heart now - he’s smitten.

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: You’re All I Need To Get By*

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Summary: A fun few days between you and Joe.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (Joe has a ‘dream’, male masturbation, m & f receiving oral, Joe is perpetually horny).

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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May 4, 2024 - Morning

Rolling over and stretching my limbs, the first thing I do is grab my phone. The high brightness of my screen hurt my eyes, but they widened soon after when I saw the time.

11:30?!?!

My alarm is supposed to go off at 8:30, how did I not hear it??

I rolled over and saw that Joe wasn't on his side of the bed, he probably left to go workout already.

Getting out of bed and stretching my arms, a small smile graced my lips when I looked around Joe and I’s new room.

Joe and I officially moved in awhile ago, and we’re just now getting settled into our home.

The process has been stressful, but Joe would step in before it got too hard for me, worried that my constant anxiousness would affect the baby.

After changing, washing my face, and brushing my hair into a ponytail, I walked downstairs.

“Mornin’, beautiful.” - Joe

My head snapped over into the direction of the couch where I was met with the sight of Joe.

He was shirtless and sprawled out along the entire length of the couch, Tyson lying face down on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” - you grinned

“Uhm, I live here?” - Joe

I rolled my eyes as I walked up to the back of the couch. Leaning down, Joe met me halfway and pressed a thorough kiss to my lips.

“You know that's not what I meant.” - you

“I know, I'm just playin’. I woke up super early and couldn't go back to sleep…” - Joe

He paused mid-sentence to yawn before starting again.

“So I went ahead and worked out. I turned your alarm off and got the boys up. We've eaten breakfast already, there's pancakes in the kitchen.” - Joe

I stared at him in awe for a few seconds before my O-shaped mouth broke out into a smile.

“I love you… so much.” - you

“Love you too.” - Joe smiled

Miles was playing around with a Hot Wheels track set on the floor while Joe and Tyson lay on the couch and watched TV.

After grabbing my plate of breakfast, I walked back into the living room. Joe moved his legs off of the couch and faced the TV, giving me room to sit down.

Joe sat Tyson on his thigh to where he was facing you.

“Hi, Momma.” - Tyson

“Hi, baby. Watcha doing?” - you grinned

“Sittin’ with dada.” - Tyson

“Yeah, you are.” - you

I tickled his belly and grinned at his laugh. Joe started to bounce his leg with Tyson on it, the same smile on his face.

Tyson’s giggles had both our hearts soaring, but Joe stopped the fun soon after so I could eat.

“Miles, do you want a turn?” - Joe

Miles looked up at Joe and firmly shook his head, saying “no” before going back to his Hot Wheels. Joe knew Miles wouldn't want to, but he wanted to offer anyway.

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During breakfast, Joe and I talked about our upcoming trip to Miami.

We will be leaving tomorrow and coming back Sunday evening since Joe had practices early Monday morning.

A bunch of NFL guys were going down for the Grand Prix, and Joe decided that he wanted to go. Unlike the rest of his off-season trips, I was going with him for this one.

Robin and Jimmy are going to come down and stay at our place to watch the twins. Of course, Joe and I will miss our boys, but we were both excited for some alone time together.

Anytime I brought up the ‘alone time’ Joe would wiggle his eyebrows at me, and lick his lips, earning an eye roll from me each time.

“You're crazy.” - you laughed

“You drive me crazy.” - Joe

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The rest of the day wasn't too eventful. We went on a little family walk around our neighborhood before hanging out at the house for the rest of the day. Joe and I sat on the couch and looked at some decor ideas for the small, empty parts of the house.

Let's just say it was hard trying to agree on things since I like neutral colors and Joe, well, he’s Joe.

“Joseph Lee you can't be serious.” - you

“It would look great above our bed!” - Joe

After staring at him for a few seconds, I spoke up.

“You are seriously making separate bedrooms look like a feasible option.” - you

Joe gasped, super animatedly like he always is, and put a hand over his heart as if I had hurt him.

“You wouldn't sleep in a different bed from me. 90% of the heat you have at night comes from my body, babe.” - Joe

“Touche.” - you squint your eyes at him

He returned my scowl with a playful, closed-lip smile on his face before abruptly launching forward to kiss me.

I was taken aback at first, but quickly kissed him back.

When we pulled away, the both of us were laughing with our foreheads touching.

“Love you.” - Joe

“Love you too, baby.” - you smiled

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May 5, 2024 - Morning

You crawled up Joe’s legs and sent a wink his way as you softly palmed him over his shorts.

Joe groaned at the contact, so you swiftly pulled his shorts and boxers down his long legs.

His erection was now bare for you, his tip already leaking precum.

“Someone’s excited.” - you grinned

“Please, Mama…” - Joe groaned

That was all you needed to hear. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and slowly pumped him over and over.

“Can- can you use your, fuck, mouth?” - Joe

“If you insist, Joey.” - you

After swirling your tongue around his tip, you took Joe as deep as you could.

You were slurping and sucking him into oblivion, and Joe’s head fell back. He was moaning your name as you bobbed your head on his length.

“Fuck, Mama.” - Joe moaned

He was close, so close.

Just as he was about to cum, he woke up.

It was a dream.

Joe opened his eyes, panting, and his chest heaving.

He felt the familiar sensation in his stomach. Not only was he close in his dream, but he was in real life too.

His eyes wandered down to your sleeping body and didn't know what to do. After running a hand down the front of his boxers, Joe realized he was painfully hard.

Thankfully, it was around 7:30 in the morning, so he could take a cold shower and you wouldn't think anything of it.

So that's what he decided to do.

Joe slowly slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stripped his clothes off and hopped into the shower.

He reached to turn the water on for the shower, and just as his hand touched the dial, Joe thought for a moment.

With a sigh, Joe leaned his head back and mulled over his options.

Seconds later, he turned the dial toward the warm setting and stepped back against the wall.

Without giving it another thought, Joe leaned back and wrapped one of his hands around the base of his cock.

He envisioned you doing anything he could think of, his hand trying to repeat the routine you would do when you jerked him off.

Joe thought about you all of the time, so it was hard to keep his mind from lingering back to you and your body that he was so obsessed with.

Your breasts, your pretty face, your stretch marks that you hated, your bump. Everything about you was sexy to Joe, and at that moment, all he thought about was you.

He pumped himself slowly at first, just like you would do.

You, you, you.

Not long after, Joe felt himself getting closer and knew he had to move faster.

Joe squeezed himself tighter as he moved his hand faster, bringing his other hand into play not long after.

A moan left his lips as he jerked himself with one hand, massaging his balls with the other one before moving it up to run his thumb over his tip like you would do to tease him.

“Fucking shit...” - Joe grunted

His other hand went back to his balls shortly after and he pumped himself even faster.

“Mama.” - Joe moaned

A loud thud rang out when Joe’s head fell back against the shower wall, his chest heaving as the water ran over him.

Joe couldn't tell if he couldn't breathe because of how hot the bathroom was from steam or the fact that he was choking on his noises and pants of your name.

God, he was so in love and infatuated with you.

This wasn't the first time Joe had thought about you while doing this. Hell, it wasn't even the first time this week. It wouldn't be the last either.

You turned him on so much it was obscene.

Soon, Joe felt himself getting closer to finishing, and moments later, he tipped over the edge. His second hand left his crotch and came up to cover his mouth to keep any loud outbursts from coming out.

Joe’s thighs shook as he came, painting the glass shower door in front of him with his essence.

When he got his breath back, Joe concluded that he should just go ahead and shower.

While lathering up his body, the bathroom door opened and you walked into the room.

“Hey baby, what are you doing showering so early?” - you

“I couldn't sleep, so I just got up.” - Joe

“Two bad nights of sleep back to back?” - you frowned

It wasn't a complete lie, and Joe loved it when you babied him, so he went along with it.

He nodded with that adorable pout on his lips that made you want to climb him like a tree.

“What can I do to help?” - you

“Join me?” - Joe smiled

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he'd ask that.

“I can't say no to that face.” - you grinned

—

Joe and I left later that morning once Robin and Jimmy arrived.

Robin made a comment about Joe’s hair getting longer and I immediately felt the need to step in.

“I’m not letting him cut it for a bit. I like the longer hair.” - you smiled

“Happy wife, happy life, Joey!” - Jimmy

“Got that right.” - Joe grinned

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around Joe’s middle, him leaning down to kiss my temple.

—

A private plane ride later, Joe and I were in Miami. We only went to the hotel briefly to change out of our comfy clothes, and I couldn't take my eyes off Joe when he changed into his white party repeat fit.

Currently, I am sitting on the bed talking to Joe, who is fixing his hair in the bathroom.

“You look good, Joey.” - you grinned

“Yeah?” - Joe smiled back

Joe had gained a bunch of muscle since he was cleared to lift, and this era of my husband was mouth-watering.

“I think I'm filling this out better than I did at the white party.” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you nod

My eyes lingered on the part of his chest that was exposed from his tank top, and Joe noticed.

“Ya know, I think my upper body work is paying off.” - Joe

“That’s for sure.” - you mumbled

“What was that, baby?” - Joe

“Oh, nothing!” - you lied

Joe played around with his hair for a moment longer before he walked out of the bathroom and up to me.

“Ready to go, my love?” - Joe

“Yup, but can I tell you something first?” - you

“Of course.” - Joe

I took a brief breath for dramatic effect, and it kind of freaked Joe out.

“Don’t be pressured to be super affectionate. I know that lately, you've been a little more touchy in public, but there's going to be a bunch of NFL dudes there.” - you

Joe’s brows furrowed as he gave me a confused look.

“How does that make it any different?” - Joe

“You play against those guys. I don't want you to be teased for being soft or something. Not that you are soft for being touchy, I just don't wanna make trouble for you.” - you

“I don't give a shit what they say, though I doubt they'd say anything. You mean too much to me, for me to not acknowledge that in public. Even in front of those guys I play against. Okay?” - Joe

I sat there, not knowing what to say because I was shocked, but I realized Joe wanted an answer back.

“Okay.” - you

“Good girl.” - Joe

He bent down and kissed my forehead, lacing his fingers with mine before he pulled me out of our hotel room.

—

Joe kept his arm around me the entire time we were at the Boardroom brunch, even when he was talking to Pat Mahomes.

I scooted my way out when it came to pictures though, I was just Joe’s plus one, not who the star of the show was.

At one point, I was away from Joe and getting something from a snack table when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

When I turned around I saw that it was two nicely dressed girls with smiles on their faces.

“Hi?” - you politely smiled

“Hi! I'm Victoria and this is Lainey. We saw you were by yourself over here and thought you'd want some company, there are some weird dudes here.” - Victoria

I laughed when she whispered that last part.

“Thank you! What guys should I stay away from?” - you

“Any NFL or NBA player. They'll try to put the moves on you.” - Lainey

Well, too late for that. I laughed in my head when Lainey pointed over to the group Joe was currently standing with, she went into detail about how I should stay away from them.

“Joe Burrow’s kinda hot, though.” - you

“Of course! He's the only exception.” - Victoria

“I’m y/n, by the way.” - you

The girls smiled at me and we started talking about anything that would come to mind. The topic right now was my pregnancy, since Lainey, very politely, asked me if I was pregnant.

“My husband and I already have two boys. They're identical twins.” - you

“That's so cool! What are their names?” - Victoria

“Miles and Tyson. Kind of basic names, but my little girl is going to have a more uncommon name.” - you

“Ooo, okay! How long have you and your husband been together?” - Lainey

I smiled at the thought of Joe and I’s relationship alone.

“Almost ten years. We started dating in high school.” - you

Both girls said “Aww” before Victoria spoke again.

“Is he the only guy you've been with?” - Victoria

“Yup! He was my first everything and vice versa.” - you

“That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I can't say I'm even friends with my first.” - Lainey

“Hey that's okay too!” - you

They both laughed before Victoria launched into a story about the guy she called her first.

“Yup, he made me wash his sheets after, and make him breakfast the next morning.” - Victoria

“No way!” - you

I continued talking and in the middle of my response, I felt a hard chest meet my back before someone laid their head on my shoulder.

Assuming it was Joe, I continued talking, unfazed, but the look on the girls' faces was one of complete shock.

“Do you… do you know him?” - Victoria

Her mouth was wide open as she pointed to whoever was behind me, and I freaked out for a second. Was it not Joe?!

I moved away and turned around, only to see Joe who was looking super confused.

“Joe?” - you laugh

Gesturing to him as I asked the girls, they both nodded with their mouths still open.

“Yeah, I know him pretty well actually.” - you

Moving back toward him, I wrapped my arms around Joe as I tucked myself into his side. He slung an arm around my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“This is the husband I was talking about.” - you

Their faces deepened in shock, and I couldn't help but laugh.

“Your husband… is Joe Burrow?!” - Lainey

“Yup!” - you

Joe smiled at them and waved adorably, butterflies being set off in his stomach when he was referred to as your husband.

“Hi, I'm y/n’s husband, Joe.” - Joe smiled

Usually, I'm the one getting introduced as Joe’s wife, and I didn't miss how Joe loved being introduced as my husband.

“Wow. Girl, why didn't you say something? We were openly thirsting on your man for a good few minutes.” - Lainey

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” - Victoria

“No, it's fine. You guys didn't know.” - you smiled

I heard Joe chuckle above me, and when I looked up at him, he pulled his sunglasses off of his face and put them onto mine.

A moment later, two guys walked up to Lainey and Victoria.

“Joe, y/n these are our boyfriends!” - Victoria

Both boys stared at Joe for a second, then looked down at his outstretched hand.

“This is y/n and her husband Joe. Aren't you guys proud that we made friends?” - Lainey

They nodded and individually shook Joe’s hand.

We stayed talking for a bit before I could tell Joe was starting to get quiet, a sure sign he wanted to leave.

“We’re gonna head out. It was lovely to meet you guys!” - you

Everyone said their goodbyes and Joe and I walked out holding hands.

Once in the rental car, Joe leaned over the center console and kissed me. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces as we slowly made out.

When we pulled away, both of us were slightly breathless.

“That was nice.” - Joe

“What, the makeout or the event?” - you

“Both, but I was referring to the event. It felt nice to be y/n’s husband for a few minutes.” - Joe

“Yeah. As much as I love being connected to you, it made me happy that those girls wanted to talk to me without knowing I was your wife.” - you

Joe nodded silently, and I got nervous that I had worded what I said wrong. I don't want Joe to think I get tired of being associated with him.

“Does it ever get annoying?” - Joe

“What, baby?” - you

“Constantly being ‘Joe Burrow’s wife’ and not you?” - Joe

“Annoying is a weird way to describe it, but sometimes it does make me feel a little overlooked. Like I'm being addressed indirectly. I knew that's how it would be when I married you, though, and I also knew that I loved you more than anything.” - you smiled

Joe sighed as he followed the GPS’s most recent instructions back to the hotel.

“I’m sorry. I never saw it like that. You're labeled with a name that isn't even yours.” - Joe

“It’s not too bad when the name I’m labeled with belongs to my best friend.” - you grinned

I watched Joe’s face when I said that, and a small smile appeared on his face.

“I hope you know I love being your wife. I love being y/n Burrow.” - you smiled

“Well, I love being your husband.” - Joe smiled

Leaning over to Joe, one hand rested on his chest as I kissed him, my other threading into the hair growing down the back of his neck.

“I don't know what I'd do without you.” - Joe breathed out

—

Joe and I took a nap for a few hours when we got back to our hotel after brunch, and I woke up when a cold shiver ran over me.

When I looked over at Joe, I noticed he was wrapped up in the blanket, looking like a human burrito, while I was freezing.

“Joe!” - you shoved him

Joe slowly opened his eyes with a grunt of retaliation since I’d waken him up.

One look at me, completely uncovered and with my arm crossed, and Joe sent me a sheepish smile as he unwrapped himself.

“Sorry, Mama.” - Joe

“No, it's okay, I'll just freeze to death.” - you rolled your eyes

Joe pulled me against his chest, my back against his front, and he pressed his face into my hair.

“When do you wanna start getting ready?” - you

“Never.” - Joe mumbled

I rolled my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, Joe sighing in contentment at the contact.

“We have to.” - you laugh

“I’d rather stay in bed with you.” - Joe

“I know, baby, but you agreed to go. Nick will be there.” - you

Joe groaned, completely regretting his decision to even come.

“Yeah, plus a million other people.” - Joe

“It’ll be fun. I’ll be there.” - you

I felt Joe smile against my neck, and butterflies flew around my stomach.

“My favorite part.” - Joe

—

Despite endless complaints from Joe, we ended up getting ready and leaving for the Carbone Beach event.

I knew my outfit was messing with Joe, and that was the entire reason I picked it out to wear.

“Fuck.” - Joe sighed

We were at a red light, and Joe’s grip on the steering wheel was making his knuckles turn white.

“Whats wrong?” - you

“You’re messin’ with my control, baby.” - Joe

I reached over the center console and put my hand on Joe’s thigh, squeezing gently, as I winked at him.

His blue eyes looked extra icy as he looks over at me, the look on his face telling on him.

“I’m hard.” - Joe blurts out

The way he blurted it out made me bust out laughing, and I was borderline wheezing while Joe pouted.

“Why are you laughing at me?!” - Joe

“You said that out of nowhere with no emotion in your voice or expression on your face!” - you laughed

“How do you want me to say it?!” - Joe

This time when I laughed, Joe joined in too, and we were both gasping for air by the time to light turned green.

“Fuck, I can't breathe.” - Joe

He's clutching his chest with one hand, the other one still on the wheel.

It took us a few moments to catch our breaths, but when we did I looked over at Joe to see him already looking at me. When I caught him staring he looked back to the road.

“Are you still…” - you

“Duh!” - Joe

“I don't know what you want me to do about it. We have like ten minutes till the event starts, so we can't go back to the hotel.” - you

“I wasn't asking you to do anything, I was just telling you.” - Joe shrugged

A thought flashed into my mind, and it instantly put a damper on my mood.

“Oh, ok. I'm sure there's a girl at the event who would love to help you.” - you

I don't know why I said it or even believed for a second that Joe would do something like that.

“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” - Joe

“I don't know…” - you

“Why would you even think I’d want to do that with another girl?” - Joe

Joe was pulling into the parking lot, and his voice was getting louder.

“I don't know, you just said you weren't asking for my help, so clearly you want it from someone else!” - you

“Have you lost your damn mind? You're the only woman I've been with and the only one that I want.” - Joe

He parked up as he said that, finally able to turn his body and look at me.

“I'm not trying to argue with you right now, but there's no way you haven't thought about another woman.” - you

“Y/n? Where the hell is this coming from? Do you hear yourself?” - Joe

“I hear myself loud and clear, Joe. You don't, though.” - you

“What the fuck? Did I do something for you to think this?” - Joe

My eyes filled with tears at the look of confusion on his face. He was the one who said it, not me.

“Why don't you want my help?” - you cried

Joe’s mouth closed as he ran over his face.

“I’m not going to initiate anything while you're pregnant. If you want me, then sure, but I will never ask you to do something purely for my pleasure. The only reason I told you I was hard earlier was because of how amazing you look in your dress. I was hoping it would give you a confidence boost, not make you sad or make you think I want another woman.” - Joe

“I’m sorry, Joey. I don't why I thought that. It was probably my stupid hormones.” - you

“They aren't stupid, baby. It's okay and normal that you're gonna have mood swings. Just know that I am so fuckin’ in love with you. I mean, just this morning, before you walked into the bathroom when we were still home, I jerked off thinking about you!” - Joe

I was a little shocked at Joe’s admission, and so was he. I couldn't help but laugh when Joe’s face dropped when he realized what he had just confessed.

“Wait… that was a little TMI.” - Joe

“No, it's okay. Can I ask you a follow-up question, though?” - you

Joe nodded, biting the skin off of his lips to try and hide his embarrassment.

“What got you worked up?” - you

I watched his eyes widen slightly, and he cleared his throat, the vivid mental picture of his dream getting him worked up all over again.

“I… well… you, uhm, you blew me…” - Joe

Reaching over to him, I put my hand on his lower thigh, caressing his skin with my fingertips.

“Mhm, can I get any specifics?” - you grinned

Joe started rattling off the order of events in his dream, stuttering every other word. I trailed my hand down to his knee as he talked, gently playing with his leg hair.

I just wanted him to ask. Get him worked up so much that he can't help but ask.

My hand continued moving, and when it met his thigh crease, Joe couldn't form a sentence when the back of my hand brushed against the tent in his pants.

Clearing his throat again, I dropped my eyes to where my hand was, biting my lower lip slowly when I saw how close my hand was to Joe’d bulge.

Joe’s eyes trailed to my lips, his breathing becoming erratic as he thought about them wrapped around his dick.

“Mama…” - Joe sighed

The slight whininess in his voice satisfied me, and my eyes met his once again.

“Please touch me. I need you.” - Joe

“Good boy.” - you grinned

We can be a few minutes late.

—

“Hey, bro! You're late!” - Nick

Joe and I walked into the event hand in hand, Joe finding Nick Bosa not long after we arrived.

“Yeah, couldn't find my shorts.” - Joe

Nick nodded and turned to greet someone else, Joe flashing me a wide-eyed side-eye because we both knew he was lying.

I laughed and looped my arm with Joe’s. He bent down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Just a few moments later, a group of girls who looked to be in their early twenties walked up to Joe and Nick.

They were all squealing and greeting the two NFL players, Joe politely saying hi before he introduced me to them.

Overlooking me completely, the four girls continued fawning over Joe.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” - you

“What? No, please.” - Joe mumbled

I walked away anyway, smiling at him as I walked away. I didn't exactly want to be present while a group of girls eye fucked my husband.

Three of the girls left when Nick walked away, but one stayed next to Joe.

“Sorry about them. They can get a little fan-girly sometimes. I'm Tana.” - Tana

“It's okay, I'm kinda used to it now- and I mean that in the least douchy way possible.” - Joe

“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” - Tana winked

The flirtiness in her tone completely went over Joe’s head, and he started looking around for you.

“My wife’s yoga instructor's name is Tana.” - Joe smiled politely

Is this dude serious? Tana thought.

“I don't do yoga, but there are quite a few positions I can squeeze into.” - Tana winked

No way that will go over his head.

“My wife hasn't been doing it lately. She’s pregnant, and we have two kids, so she doesn't have much time anymore.” - Joe

“Kids, huh? Does it ever get tiring?” - Tana

“Nope.” - Joe deadpanned

“You don't ever wanna just get away from it all? Maybe have a little hookup?” - Tana

Tana placed her hand on Joe’s bicep when she said that, and alarm bells went off in Joe’s mind.

“Uhm, excuse me?” - Joe

Joe backed away and scowled down at the blonde girl.

“Don't act surprised. I've been trying to flirt this entire time, but all you're talking about is your wife. Just one time, Joe. You don't have to tell her.” - Tana

“What the fuck? I love my wife and I’d never ever cheat on her.” - Joe

“Is it technically cheating if I just give you a blowjob?” - Tana

“Fuck off. Oh my god?!” - Joe

I was digging around in an ice chest looking for a nonalcoholic drink when Joe strode up to me, an evident pissed-off look on his face.

“Can we leave? Please?” - Joe

“Why? What's wrong?” - you

“I just wanna leave.” - Joe

I could tell there was more to that, so I kept asking.

“No, what happened, baby?” - you

“This stupid girl was trying to get me to do stuff with her. I'm… uncomfortable.” - Joe

“Thank you for telling me the truth. We can go back to the hotel.” - you

—

When I walked out of the bathroom, Joe was lying in bed, biting his nails, and completely zoned out.

He didn't even move when I got in bed next to him.

“Joey?” - you

Joe finally looked up at me, and I pulled his hand away from his mouth. I gently held his hand as he rolled over onto his side to face me.

“What about happened is making you so upset?” - you

I wasn't asking with an annoyed tone of voice, I genuinely wanted to know what was making him upset.

“I just feel disrespected.” - Joe

“Why, baby?” - you

“Just by the way she talked about you and the kids like you guys were problems or obligations. You guys are my everything, and I’d do anything to protect you guys. She just talked about you guys like you were nothing, it makes me nauseous.” - Joe

Reaching out to stroke his cheek with my thumb, Joe scooted closer to me till his head was lying on my chest.

“Joey…” - you rubbed his back

“I’m being dramatic, I know.” - Joe sighed

“You are not being dramatic. And I'm proud of you for telling me how you feel.” - you

I kissed his forehead, and Joe nuzzled himself more into my neck.

“I don't care if someone says shit about me, even the weird sexual stuff, but don't bring my family into it.” - Joe mumbled

“That is completely valid, baby. The boys and I are so lucky to have you.” - you

I threaded my fingers into his grown-out hair, and the tension finally left Joe’s body as he relaxed against me.

“I’m the lucky one.” - Joe

Not long after that, I heard the little snores coming from below me. I held Joe a little tighter, still running my fingers through his hair.

“I love you so much, more than you'll ever know.” - you whispered

——

May 6, 2024 - Morning

“Aww look at you, cutie!” - you

I was in the main room of our hotel room when Joe walked out of the bathroom after getting changed.

“You like?” - Joe

Smiling at the bashfulness in his voice and body language, I nodded, and Joe did a little spin for me.

“We’re kinda matching.” - you smiled

Joe wore black cargo pants, a white shirt, and a blush pink jacket over it. I was wearing a black jean skirt and a blush pink flowy top.

“You look gorgeous.” - Joe smiled

“Thanks.” - you

He walked up to me and dropped a kiss on my lips, pulling away to smile before kissing me again.

“Everything packed up?” - Joe

“I think so.” - you nod

Joe wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, lying his head against mine.

“Thank you for last night, by the way. Just you holding me like you did helped calm my nerves. Your words helped too, of course.” - Joe

“You don't have to thank me, that's my job as your wife to comfort you.” - you

“I know. You just do it extra well.” - Joe grinned

I giggled, but it was muffled by Joe leaning down to kiss me again.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too, more than you'll ever know.” - Joe

Did he hear me last night? I thought.

—

Though I knew we'd only be able to see the beginning of the race, nothing compared to watching Joe’s face as the cars zoomed past.

“Woah!” - Joe

The smile never left my lips as I watched him, his fingers still laced with mine as he pointed.

“This is so cool! We need to bring the boys to a race!” - Joe

I leaned my head onto his shoulder, just wanting to be close to the man that I loved so much.

The moment was sweet, and Joe and I were wildly happy until the spell was broken by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

I leaned up, and Joe took his phone out of his pocket, grimacing when he saw who was calling.

“It's Coach, I gotta take this.” - Joe

Joe looked at me apologetically before standing up and walking away from our seats, and I watched him walk into the men's bathroom.

I sat by myself, still watching the race and not paying attention to my surroundings as much as I should when a man plopped down in Joe’s seat.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing sitting by themselves? I'm Tyler.” - Tyler

“Oh, I’m not technically sitting alone. My husband had to take a work call.” - you

I put as much emphasis as possible on the word husband. I even picked my phone off of my lap, hoping the guy would see the lock screen picture of Joe and me.

“Husband, huh?” - Tyler

“Yup. I'm married and pregnant.” - you

“Pregnant? You don't look too big.” - Tyler

I immediately sighed and looked around for any signs of Joe, disappointed when I didn't see him.

“What does your husband do for work? Washed up, accountant?” - Tyler

“Professional athlete.” - you say without making eye contact

“Oh yeah? At the community center?” - Tyler

“No. He plays professional football.” - you

My gaze softened when my eyes landed on Joe, who was just a few feet away and walking over to me.

“What level?” - Tyler scoffed

“NFL.” - You

“Third-string punters don't count.” - Tyler laughed

“Trust me, he's not either.” - you

Joe was now standing right next to me, his face radiating RBF, though you can't see his eyes with his sunnies on.

“Hi, baby.” - you grin up at Joe

“Who’s this?” - Joe pointed at Tyler

Tyler was jaw dropped and looking up at Joe, completely shocked and horrified that he'd just tried to put the moves on Joe fucking Burrow’s wife.

“I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't know she was your wife, you are a very lucky man.” - Tyler

He quickly stood up and slipped past Joe. I internally laughed at how Joe had a good 6 inches of height over the guy.

Joe was shaking his head as he sat down in his seat, throwing his arm around my shoulder in the process.

“I’m so fuckin’ done with these randos.” - Joe

“What do you mean?” - you

“The girl yesterday and that guy today. I'm yours, and you're mine. I wish everyone knew that and fuckin’ respected it.” - Joe

“Me too, baby, but it's not their fault you're wildly handsome.” - you grin

Joe rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smug grin on his lips before looking back at me.

“It’s also not their fault you're so goddamn gorgeous, Mama.” - Joe

God, that stupid smirk. Joe was getting me worked up without even trying by the way he reached out and pushed my hair out of my face.

My eyes dropped to his lips, those sinful lips, and before I knew it, he was leaning in to kiss me.

“That a new lip gloss?” - Joe

I nod, and Joe licks the remnants off of his own lips.

“Tastes good, babe.” - Joe

Lord, if he just took me to the bathroom and bent me over...

Joe leaned in again, his tongue darting out of his mouth before it tangled with mine.

“Is that strawberry?” - Joe groans

“Yeah.” - you sigh against his lips

I don't know what’s gotten into Joe for him to initiate a makeout with me in public, but you will not catch me complaining.

“We need to leave soon.” - Joe

“I thought we weren't leaving for like another twenty minutes?” - you

“Exactly.” - Joe

—

Joe and I giggled as we ran to the car. I knew he wasn't running at his full speed to keep up with me and my slightly swollen ankles, but something about that made it sweeter.

Once we got to the car, Joe unlocked it and looked around before hopping into the backseat and gesturing for me to come with him.

Joe locked the car up before reaching to undo my skirt.

“Lay back for me. As good as your lips taste, I need to taste something else.” - Joe

He pulled his jacket off and balled it up for me to rest my head on. I knew he was trying to be considerate, but all I could pay attention to was the way his shirt clung to his bulging muscles.

“You’re so fucking hot.” - you

“So are you, Mama.” - Joe

After getting my skirt off, Joe’s eyes turned dark as he took in the sight of me in my panties and top.

“Take your shirt off for me, please.” - Joe

Doing as he asked, Joe reached a hand around my back and popped my bra off with one hand.

“Your boobs sore?” - Joe

The way he looked down at me with his pupils blown wide while sucking his bottom lip put my core on notice, needing him in every possible way.

“Yeah.” - you sighed

Joe slowly leaned down and gently sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as he massaged my other one with his agile fingers.

“Please, Joey.” - you whimper

He pulled his lips off with an audible pop and moved over to share the love with my other breast. Joe trailed his hand down my stomach and over my thigh before running his fingertips through my soaking slit.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” - Joe groans

“I need you.” - you whisper

Joe pressed his lips to mine as he slowly pushed two fingers into me. My own hands came up to grab onto his hair, one on the top of his head and the other on the back of his neck.

“Joe…” - you moan

He pulled his lips away from mine and leaned down, spreading my legs even more to where he could get his mouth to my core.

Icy blue eyes looked up at me, his hair wild as he closed his lips around my sensitive bud and slowly sucked on my clit, his fingers still moving inside me.

“Fuck, Joey!!” - you whimper

I was close, that familiar build-up in my stomach a signal that I was close to a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Cum for me, Mama.” - Joe

That was all it took for the rubber band inside me to snap, and I was cumming hard around Joe’s fingers.

With every last drop of my release, Joe licked up and sucked each of his fingers into his mouth, moaning around his fingers.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” - Joe groans

Once my vision somewhat unblurs, I look over to see Joe’s painfully tented pants. He’s so hard that he’s starting to accept the fact that he’s probably gonna cum in his pants.

“Joe. Take your pants off.” - you wheeze

He does as I say and slides his boxers down as well, showcasing his big and throbbing cock.

I was still able to get on my knees in the floorboard, and just as my lips were about to wrap around his dripping tip, Joe stopped me.

“Fuck, wait a sec.” - Joe

He leaned forward, and his dick brushed against my lips, eliciting a groan from him as he reached for my purse and rummaged through it.

“Here.” - Joe

Joe shifted back into the seat and handed me my tube of strawberry lip gloss.

“Put more on, please.” - Joe

I made a show of applying more product to my lips before leaning forward and taking him deep. Joe’s head fell back against the headrest as a moan left his lips.

As I bobbed my head, my lip gloss smeared all over his dick, and Joe was loving it.

It took him no time to finish, and the next thing I knew I was digging around my purse for wet wipes.

“You’re all sticky now.” - you laughed

“So fuckin’ worth it.” - Joe groaned

Joe was still lying with his head back, trying hard not to fall asleep.

I eventually found the wet wipes and cleaned Joe up before handing him his boxers.

“You okay to drive?” - you

“Yeah, but I'm for sure napping on the plane the entire way home.” - Joe

“Okay.” - you laughed

After cleaning myself off and both of us getting redressed, we hopped into the front seats and drove our way to the airport.

Just a few minutes into the flight on the private plane, Joe fell asleep on my shoulder. I snapped a quick picture and sent it to Robin.

On our way home! Saying Joe’s tired is an understatement. 😂

Awww! How sweet! See you guys in a bit!

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Our homecoming was so sweet.

Tyson and Miles were so ecstatic to see Joe and me that both of our hearts melted completely.

Completely predictable like always, Joe and I weren't at all surprised when Tyson ran up to him first while Miles ran up to me.

“We missed you guys.” - Joe

His eyes were closed from pure bliss as he stood up with Tyson in his arms, hugging his little body close to his chest.

We eventually made our way into the living room where Robin and Jimmy were sitting on the couch.

“Aww, there's Mom and Dad!” - Robin grinned

Joe and I sat down on the couch. Miles left me to resume playing with the toy kitchen set that was dragged into the living room, while Tyson never left Joe’s lap.

“You missed Daddy, huh?” - you smiled

Tyson nodded and leaned his head against Joe’s chest, my heart fluttering at the way Tyson was Joe’s little shadow.

“You excited for practice tomorrow?” - Jimmy

“Yeah. I'm excited to get back out there.” - Joe

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May 7, 2023 - Morning

Joe and I were standing in the garage. It was early in the morning so we kept our voices quiet.

He was leaving for his first practice publicly since his wrist injury, the first time the world would see him throwing again. Though Joe was excited, I could tell his nerves were creeping in.

“Look at me.” - you

Joe did as I said, and I looped my arms around his middle.

“You’re Joe Burrow. Since the first time I watched you play football, I knew you were destined for greatness, and that was a decade ago! There is nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it, Joe. I believe in you.” - you

Dropping his head to where his forehead was against mine, Joe leaned in and pressed a peck to my lips.

At that moment, in our garage at six in the morning, with our arms wrapped around each other, Joe knew I was all he needed to get by.

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Authors note: kinda went crazy with this one!! This could have a part 2 in the future of May 8th’s hotness.

Hope you enjoyed!! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #into the mystic

[saistappen]

Helpful friend | LN

Warnings — alcohol

In which you just wanted to help lando

or

In which rules are suddelny broken

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The bass was literally pounding in my ears, while the floor beneath my feet seemed to vibrate more with every step I took.

The lights were dimmed and every now and then a few colorful lights flashed on for a few seconds. It smelled of sweat and alcohol.

Sweaty bodies rubbed against each other so that there was barely room to squeeze past.

My mood slowly hit rock bottom as I tried to get away with saying 'May I? ' which left my mouth in a continuous loop, squeezed past the dancing crowd.

Tonight should actually have been a good night. I was in a club in London with Lando, Aarav, Ria, Niran and Max Fewtrell.

Lando and I had been back in London for a while, where we had bumped into the part of Team Quardrant that we didn't get to see very often.

We had spent the whole afternoon filming a few challenges for the YouTube channel.

Afterwards, we had been driven here to the club, where we wanted to party a little, just like old times.

Everything had gone well at first, until a stranger spilled the contents of his sticky drink on my lap and I had to queue in the long line to the loo for about 45 minutes until I could somehow wipe the sticky liquid off my dress.

The dark stains had been clearly visible in the bright light of the toilet, despite my panicked rubbing around, unlike now in the lushly lit club. Here you could only guess at the stains.

As I squeezed past sweaty bodies and struggled to keep my mouth shut, my eyes wandered through the crowd, searching.

Hoping to get a better look at one of my friends, I stood on tiptoe, but it didn't help much.

Inwardly, I cursed myself for not having worn higher heels. But they probably wouldn't have helped me in this stupid light, which barely provided any light at all.

An annoyed sigh left my lips when I was bumped into again. My eyes closed reflexively and I waited for another sticky liquid to be poured over my body.

But nothing happened.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked into Ria's face, who was looking at me radiantly. Her lipstick was a little smudged, while her hair sat a little disheveled on her head.

Before I had rushed to the toilet queue, I had left Ria alone on the dance floor, where she had probably continued to dance extensively and wildly, as her appearance told me.

" Hey, there you are! " She shouted over the loud music and wrapped her bare arm around me so that I wouldn't get lost in the crowd again.

" I've been looking all over for you, where are the others? " I also called out to her, whereupon Ria raised her eyebrow in confusion and had to think for a few seconds about what I had just asked her.

I couldn't blame her. Ria had already had a bit of alcohol, so my best friend took a little longer to think.

" Over there! " The dark-haired girl pointed her index finger in a certain direction, where I spotted Lando and Niran.

The two of them were standing on the platform where the DJ booth was located and a DJ was just about to heat up the crowd, so a loud roar went through the crowd and I was sure I would wake up with a headache in the morning.

Of course, where else would Lando be?

My best friend had recently become quite interested in the whole DJ thing, so Lando took every opportunity to look over the shoulder of a DJ at work.

" Are you coming with me? " I asked Ria as I took my eyes off Lando and Niran. But Ria was no longer standing where she had just been, but disappeared straight back into the crowd, which literally swallowed her up.

I took a deep breath and resolved to hold my breath from time to time over the next few minutes as I made my way to the DJ booth. Because there really was nothing more disgusting than the smell of sweat.

I kept getting elbowed in the stomach or back, so that my fingernails began to dig into my palms and I had to control myself not to accidentally kick them.

What felt like an eternity later, I had fought my way to the DJ booth. I leaned my head back to look up.

However, once again there was no sign of the Formula 1 driver.

That couldn't be true. How could everyone keep getting away from me?

Once again, my eyes wandered back and forth frantically as the DJ turned the music up a little louder so that I almost had a sudden hearing loss from the large speakers not far away from me.

Grumbling, I pressed my hands firmly over my ears. I had nothing against going to a club with friends to have a bit of fun and dance the night away.

But if there was one thing I loathed more than anything, it was incredibly loud music, lots of people and the smell of sweat.

" Where are you guys? " I mumbled more or less to myself as I found an empty crate and stood on it without hesitating.

I was finally a bit taller and could clearly see over some of the heads of the dancing and drinking crowd.

From a distance, I could see Max standing at the bar with his girlfriend and Aarav and Niran dancing strangely with Ria.

But where was my best friend?

My heart automatically began to beat a little faster, while a slight fear crept up inside me.

I knew that Lando couldn't handle too much alcohol and that he often forgot when it was time for him to stop because of the so-called peer pressure.

I had already seen Lando do strange things when he was drunk.

Lando was the kind of person who was initially quite funny under the influence of alcohol, but things changed abruptly soon afterwards and the McLaren driver quickly became tired.

I had occasionally found him sleeping in the strangest places, such as in the middle of a hedge, leaning against a tree or in front of a flower store.

Suddenly, I spotted the curly-haired man from afar, pushing open the back door of the club and seemingly disappearing into the backyard.

I quickly jumped down from the crate, almost falling over, but quickly caught myself.

I had to hurry to catch up with Lando in time before the Brit could even begin to think strange thoughts.

With difficulty, I literally boxed my way through the crowd towards the back exit. With every meter I walked, I prayed to find Lando in the backyard.

Maybe he just needed some fresh air or a break from the loud music, which I couldn't blame him for.

As I pushed open the steel door, the cool night air of London came straight at me, making me shiver in my sleeveless dress.

I wrapped my arms protectively around myself as I stepped further into the dark backyard and the door slammed shut with a loud thud and the club's music could only be heard muffled.

But the bass could still be clearly felt, so my knees began to tremble slightly.

The backyard was only lit by a single lamp hanging crookedly from the wall of the house, threatening to fall out of the wall with the next bash.

" Hello? " I asked into the barely lit alleyway. To my right were two large garbage cans and countless cigarette butts. The club staff and some guests always had to disappear here to smoke.

To my left was a residential building with a few lights still on, which I couldn't blame given the volume. Although I rather wondered how anyone could voluntarily move next door to a club.

A narrow corridor between the apartment building and the club led back to the street. But the corridor was pitch black.

" Lando? " I almost whispered as I pulled my cell phone out of my small pocket and turned on the flashlight.

What I was doing here was probably a good start for a horror movie. But to be honest, I only felt the slightest hint of fear, which was probably due to my alcohol intake.

My feet slowly walked towards the corridor, which was now slightly illuminated by my flashlight and I could see a little better.

And then I discovered something.

Lando sat leaning back against the brick wall with his head in his hands.

" Lan! " I shouted, almost relieved, as I ran the last few steps towards my best friend and crouched down in front of him.

He raised his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were slightly glazed and had lost their shine, while he was quite pale around the nose.

He must have thrown up.

" There you are, " he slurred slightly as a smile spread across his lips and he wrapped his arms around me.

Surprised by this embrace, I more or less lost my balance and stumbled onto Lando's lap.

My eyes widened as Lando's mouth let out an 'oops' and he began to giggle.

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and then I began to clear my throat in embarrassment before quickly rising from his lap.

At any other time I probably would have enjoyed this, but definitely not in a drunken state.

" Are you okay? " Lando inquired anxiously as he stood up and began to sway. Another soft chuckle escaped him as he rested his hands on the wall.

" Shouldn't I ask you if you're okay? " I asked as I carefully grabbed Lando's arm to support him.

" Until just now...No..." he mumbled as he slowly put one foot in front of the other and left the dark backyard with my help.

" And now? " I asked when we had finally left the dark alley behind us and were back on the street, which was still a bit busy.

A few cars and pedestrians were still on the road at this late hour and their presence made me feel a little safer.

" Now yes! " Lando beamed. " Because... because you're here. "

Without being able to do anything about it, my stomach began to tingle slightly thanks to Lando's words.

I knew he was drunk and probably didn't even remember what he was saying, but those words still made me feel pretty warm.

" Are you taking me home? I feel sick and I'm suddenly so tired," Lando sulked and then emphasized his statement with a loud yawn.

" I'll do that, but if you feel sick, let me know straight away, okay? "

Lando nodded tiredly. Before I called us a cab, I wrote to the group of friends that Lando and I were already on our way back.

I hoped that one of them would read the message and not panic and search the whole club for us.

It took a few minutes for Lando and I to wait for the cab. While we waited, the Brit told me some weird story about gorillas and red lollipops, which I didn't even understand the context of, but it had certainly been entertaining.

Lando hadn't said a word the whole cab ride, so I assumed he had fallen asleep.

But when the cab stopped at our address, Lando was suddenly wide awake again, so the British man gave the cab driver far too much money and then jumped out of the car.

Without saying a word to the cab driver, I also jumped out of the car and ran after Lando up the driveway.

" Where is the key? " I asked as I came to a halt next to him and Lando's eyes almost fell shut again.

"Jeans," he mumbled and then lifted his arms to give me more room.

Smiling, I reached into Lando's back trouser pockets and shortly afterwards pulled out the key to unlock the front door.

" This is where I live? " Lando looked around the hallway with wide eyes after I had switched on the light and closed the door behind us.

"yes" , I smiled as I put the key in the little bowl on the sideboard and then took off my shoes and put my bag down next to it.

Lando hated it when someone entered his home wearing shoes. He couldn't understand why you could feel at home with shoes on.

But the drunken Lando didn't seem to mind, because when I told him to go upstairs, the Brit ran up the wooden stairs without taking his shoes off first.

So while Lando ran upstairs, I quickly scurried into the kitchen to fill a glass of water and get an aspirin.

Hoping that Lando had already finished brushing his teeth and was in bed, I ran up to the bedroom.

But the bed was empty.

The glass of water and the aspirin found their place on the bedside table, next to a photo of Lando, his friends and me, before I ran over to the bathroom, where the light was on and Lando was sitting on the closed toilet seat, holding two wrapped toothbrushes in his hand.

" What are you doing? " I asked carefully, but apparently not carefully enough, as the Brit flinched and pointed the pink and yellow toothbrush at me.

"Phew, I thought you were a burglar," he mumbled, which made me giggle quietly.

" What are you doing? " With a nod, I pointed to the toothbrushes Lando was holding.

" I wasn't sure if the toothbrush in the cup belonged there, so I'd better get two new ones from the cupboard there," Lando pointed with his index finger to the cupboard under the sink to make it clear to me where he had got the toothbrushes from.

I know, Lando, I said to him in my mind, because I was the one who had got the toothbrushes for him and put them in the cupboard.

"This is yours, Lan," I explained to Lando as I grabbed the orange toothbrush, moistened it with water and then put toothpaste on it before holding it in front of Lando's nose.

"Cool, orange! " he grinned as he took the toothbrush from me and began to brush his teeth in slow movements, his eyes getting smaller and smaller.

" Are you going to be okay? " I asked him with a grin after I had put the packed toothbrushes away again and watched him for a few seconds.

" Brushing your teeth is sooo tiring. Has it always been? " he mumbled with the toothbrush in his mouth, causing a few blobs to drip onto his black shirt.

" Sometimes it's annoying, yes. Come on, I'll help you so it goes faster. "

I squatted slightly in front of Lando and started to help him brush his teeth. I had the feeling that I was looking at a small child and not a 24-year-old man.

After we had successfully brushed his teeth, I followed Lando over to the adjoining bedroom, where the Brit was already slipping out of his clothes.

By now he was hardly swaying, so I was sure that the alcohol was slowly disappearing from his body.

When Lando stood in front of me shortly afterwards in just his boxer shorts and I saw his muscular chest in the dim light produced by the bedside lamp, I almost fainted.

It would be a lie if I said that I hadn't had my eye on my best friend and found him attractive, because he really was.

However, there was a certain rule in our circle of friends that made it impossible for me to fall in love with my best friend, even though it was somehow way too late.

" Ohh, I forgot," Lando mumbled as he reached for the hem of his boxer shorts and tried to take them off too.

" Stop, stop! " I exclaimed in near panic as I pressed my hands over my eyes to avoid seeing my best friend naked, even though I would have loved the view at another time.

" Huh? " Lando asked, and without having to look at him, I knew that he was now standing there with a totally confused face and furrowed eyebrows.

" They stay on. " I slowly released my hands from my eyes again and was pleased to see that Lando was still wearing his boxers.

The dark-haired man nodded sympathetically.

I pulled a pair of sweatpants and a shirt out of his closet, both of which he was supposed to wear to sleep.

The Brit, however, dropped his butt onto the bed and stretched tiredly while he made no effort to get dressed.

So I had not only brushed my best friend's teeth, but also helped him into his clothes.

"You're the best," Lando mumbled as he finally slipped under the light-colored comforter and adjusted the pillow a little.

" Is there anything else I can do for you? " I asked after picking up his clothes, which were scattered randomly on the floor.

" If I asked you if you would stay, would you? " The gleam in Lando's eyes slowly returned, while a smile spread across his lips.

His question almost made the clothes I had picked up fall out of my hands again.

My heart skipped a beat as my hands began to play nervously with the fabric of Lando's shirt.

This had all gone a bit beyond our previous friendly boundaries. But sleeping in a bed with him would go completely beyond the scope, wouldn't it?

I couldn't just give in to Lando's drunken state because my heart in love wanted to scream yes out loud.

" Please ", he almost begged, while I still didn't move and almost clutched his clothes tightly. " You can wear something of mine to sleep in too. "

This sentence didn't make Lando's request any easier, because the butterflies woke up in my stomach, flapping their wings gently back and forth in my belly and my cheeks became slightly warm.

" U-uh...uhm you know that's against the rules? " I asked in a squeaky voice.

God, why were the rules suddenly so important to me?

" But there's no one here who made the rules. So no one needs to know about this, right? After all, I've always been against the rule that you can't date anyone from your circle of friends. "

Another grin formed on Lando's lips as he slowly pulled back the comforter and stood up.

A few steps later, the Brit stood in front of me.

"Besides, it's already too late for that rule anyway," he breathed more or less into my ear, causing goose bumps to spread all over my body.

And before I could even begin to open my mouth to say something back, Lando walked over to his closet and a short time later pushed some clothes towards me.

" I won't take no for an answer, because I know you feel the same way. "

With these words, Lando pushed me into the bathroom and before he closed the door, he winked at me.

And so he left me with an explosion of emotion.

I didn't know how long it had taken me to collect myself and then leave the bathroom changed.

All my emotions had gone so crazy with Lando's words that even after the long time I had spent in the bathroom, I walked back to the bed with trembling knees.

Lando was still awake. He lay covered up in bed and began to look me up and down with a grin as I scurried over to the free side of the bed.

My cheeks turned red again, so I quickly pulled the comforter over me and started tugging at the hem of Lando's shirt, which I was wearing, from under the comforter.

There was quite a big gap between Lando and me, which the Brit didn't seem to like.

He quickly wrapped his right arm around me and pulled me so close to him that my head automatically rested on his chest.

And so I could hear his rapidly beating heart.

" Do you hear how fast it beats? It always has since you've been around me," he more or less breathed to me as he wrapped his arms protectively around me and I felt a gentle kiss wash over my hair.

Damn, what was he doing to me?

My cheeks heated up again and my heart began to beat faster. Our hearts were probably fighting to see whose heart beat faster.

" Lando ", I whispered into the darkness a few minutes later, but it was too late.

The Brit had already returned to the land of dreams and left me alone with my rapidly beating heart and my thoughts.

And I hoped that he wouldn't regret this when he woke up tomorrow.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #f1 #formula one

[gglitch1dd]

Lets go home.

Yandere!Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Context: Your husband comes to take you back home.

Warning: Emotional abuse, gaslighting, isolation, threats of physical violence.

You carefully lay your son down to sleep. The little six month old newborn had his eyes closed as he slept soundly. He had grown so much since you gave birth to him, getting all chubby and bigger with every passing day. His soft curly green hair was everywhere but it was beautiful on him. He was so innocent and pure.

You kept your hand on his tummy as he was swaddled safely in his crib. You smiled gently down at him. Toshinori was your world. Your everything.

Nothing matter more than him.

You carefully let go of him as you moved to switch on the baby monitor before heading out of his room.

You walked down your apartment hallways. The apartment you've been in for more than a year was your sanctuary. You had worked so hard to keep it safe. Even though you knew this was no place for a baby like your son, being in a rather unsafe part of town and you working in a diner, but it was all you could do for the both of you.

You walked into your kitchen, the light of the kitchen still on. You let out a sigh as you rubbed the back of your neck. You opened the fridge. Nothing but leftovers from work, fresh milk, two oranges and jam.

It was tough working in a diner, but you couldn't afford to do anything else or work as anything else. It was hard trying to get a job heavily pregnant or with a newborn to care for. It was one of the reasons why you couldn't get Toshinori to drink from formula or try purees.

You just didn't have the money for it. Right now, he could survive off of breast milk, so that was saving you the trouble right now.

You let out a sigh, ignoring your hungry stomach as you closed the fridge door. You'd just have to make dinner, tomorrows breakfast if you wanted to stretch out your food. You considered yourself lucky that you were able to make a lot of milk for him.

You leaned against the counter as you took a moment. You'd have to ask your neighbour to look after him again while you were at work tomorrow. Maybe if you played your cards right, you'd be able to get some extra hours.

"Oh my sweet wife..." You froze.

That voice.

It was enough to send chills down your spine. it made every atom in your body freeze. You had not heard that voice in a year. You had worked so hard to not hear that voice.

You slowly moved to look back at the doorway. Standing there in all his horrifying glory was ProHero Deku. His large frame blocked the doorway as he kicked off of it and moved over to you. Heavy footsteps were loud enough that it felt like impending doom heading straight towards you. You were shaking as he walked over to stand in front of you.

Poisonous green eyes looked over your body as he took you in. He frowned, his dark eyebrows knitting together as he did so. His gloves were off as he slowly tilted your head up to look at him. You were shaking. You barely could breathe.

He was standing right in front of you. "You've been through a lot... haven't you?" He asked lowly. His calloused fingers moved to brush against your cheek, feeling your soft skin. "Look at you. You're all skin and bones. No wife of a hero should look like this."

You could barely muster up the strength to talk to him. You were breathless. "H-how... h-how..."

His eyebrows raised in a questioning manner as he tilted his head to the side. "How? How did I find you?" He asked. He didn't wait for your confirmation already knowing. "I must admit, I taught you well. You really tried your best but I found you a few months ago actually. I was watching you."

He paused for a moment before a small smile went to his face. He chuckled in amusement, his smile pulling into a giggle as he tilted his head. He then lost the amusement but still smiled, a sort of sympathetic look on his face.

"You've worked so hard. I admire your efforts. I knew you would make a great mother to our son. It's one of the reasons I love you."

One of the reason he picked you.

Midoriya Izuku told you that he loved you, but he really just chose you. Hand picked you and plucked you away from your life so easily and sweetly, no one in their right mind would think he would do it intentionally.

You felt his large hand wrap around your neck, big enough to consume you and strong enough to crush you. He always made sure that you were aware of that. "Now..." He pulled you foreword against his chest. "How about you greet your husband properly?"

You didn't get a choice as you were pulled to kiss his lips as he bent down to kiss you. They were still as warm and as gentle as you remember them, and just as poisonous and numbing. You couldn't move even as you struggled. He wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you nice and close against his broad strong chest.

A rush of fear ran down your spine. You hated the power difference between the both of you. He was over 200 pounds of muscle and strength, large and broad enough to crush you. He was the strongest man in Asia and was the number one hero of this country.

You couldn't even budge his hold if you tried.

Fighting him was useless, and often came with punishment.

Izuku let out a moan against your lips as he stuck his tongue down your throat. You whimpered as you felt his hand move down to grab at your bottom. He let out a groan as he separated from you. "God, I missed you. I missed your kisses and this perfect body." He stated as he scanned you. "Especially since," His eyes moved up to you. "You hid away from me."

"I.. I'm sorry."

He smiled. "Don't lie to me." He stated simply with a horrifying smile on his face. "If you were, you wouldn't have run. You wouldn't have stayed away hiding yourself and our son. Speaking of which..." Izuku turned to look to the hallway. He let go of you as he seemed content in something else.

Your eyes widened when you realised that he was going to Toshinori. A chill of terror rushed through you as you ran after him. "No. No please!" You ran to try and pull on his arm, trying to get him to stop heading to your son's room but he was too strong. "Leave him alone! Don't touch-"

Suddenly the hold that you had on him was shifted as he grabbed at your wrist and you felt him apply pressure just there. A cry left your mouth in pain. Izuku turned to look at you. He pulled you closer, a frown on his face. "Shh. You'll wake him up." He told you, before letting go of you, and entering the baby's room.

You clutched at your wrist in pain, trying to bite back cries, but you had to push through. You walked over to where he was.

Izuku moved to walk over to the crib. He looked down at your son who slept soundly. A gentle smile trickled onto his face. "Look at him." He let out softly. "To think you didn't want to get pregnant at first, but look at what I gave you. Look at what you blessed us with." He put his hand down into the crib, feeling Toshinori's soft green curls. He let out a soft scoff. "My son." He said in almost disbelief. "My one and only son."

He carefully reached down inside and picked him out of the crib. His big hands easily held and supported the baby in the correct way. Izuku moved to hold Toshinori to the right side of his chest. He took off his white hero cape, the large thing was daunting and the symbol of his heroism. He wrapped it around his son as he coddled him to his chest, holding him in what would be his legacy.

Izuku looked down at his sleeping son with a smile. He hummed as he pat his back. "He's beautiful... What type of monster are you to try and keep my son away from me?" He asked softly, not taking the smile off his face. His gaze flicked up at you, his eyes flicking with All for One, glowing in the darkness as his face fell of all emotions. "Raising a boy without a father? Do you know how bad that is? What type of mother would willingly do that to her own son."

You felt guilt trickle into your body. You knew not to listen to him but you did anyways. "You... You-"

"You were going to raise him, in this filth?" He asked motioning around your apartment with an unamused look on his face. "You call this living? You left a life of luxury and care for our son to give birth to him in this..." He couldn't even find the words for it. He let out a breath as he looked down at his boy. "I guess it doesn't matter now. He's father is here to provide for him and his stupid mother." He moved Toshinori up and down in his sleep.

He finally put the young boy down into his crib. With Toshinori warm and safe in his coddled hero cape, Izuku flicked his gaze back to you.

Fear ran through you as you tried taking a step back but suddenly he was back in front of you, his hand wrapped around your neck restricting your airflow. You gasped in shock as you moved your hands to his, clawing at his hard ironclad grip to let go of you. "You're such a stupid woman. Hm? Yes, Izuku. I'm so stupid." He mocked your voice, nodding your head forcefully. "I left while three months pregnant and I could have run into a villain that hates you and I could have died along with our son. I would have been living horribly if you didn't take mercy on me." He mimicked your voice. He looked down at you with an awe filled expression. "Aww honey. You're so sweet. I know I'm so forgiving towards you, even though you don't deserve it do you? Do you?"

You clawed at his scarred hands trying to fight free. You coughed as you tried sucking in what little air you were allowed.

He leaned down low, closer to your face. "If you ever do this again..." He whispered down to you. "I will break your legs so that you won't ever be able to run away from me. You don't need legs to be a good wife and a good mother." He reminded you, so casual in his threats.

He finally let go of your neck making you gasp in relief. You coughed as you clutched at your neck.

He leaned down and kissed your head. "Lets go home, my love. To where you belong."

-Glitch1d

[Midoriya Izuku's Masterlist]

#izuku x reader #mha x y/n #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #yandere deku #yandere midorya #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere izuku #izuku midoriya

[makethatelevenrings]

Torture and Trust // S. Riley x f!reader

warnings: waterboarding, reader is physically hit and tortured, reader is threatened with sexual assault in one (1) line, canon-typical violence, swearing

A part two to this but also doesn't need to be read before this. I'm kind of making a little universe in my head but idk. We vibin'.

It was the shock of cold water smashing against your face that woke you up. To be honest, you weren’t really asleep. You had been drifting between the space between consciousness and sleep, lured there from a few nasty hits to the head and exhaustion.

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission before the rest of the team came in to aid the retrieval of an asset. It was a warehouse tucked away in the streets of Tokyo that was apparently the hub of a human trafficking ring. MI5 had tasked the military to dispatch a SpecOps team since British citizens were targeted, something that had you grumbling under your breath because it shouldn’t take someone’s fucking citizenship to determine if they needed help. Explosives would be a bad idea considering how metropolitan the area was, even if it wasn’t very busy in this area. So you and Lieutenant Riley were tasked with figuring out a solid entry point and a tally of guards.

Simon had agreed to split up so he could canvass the west side of the building and see how many guards were stationed while you took the east side. It just so happened that the second-in-command to shithead in charge himself spotted the flash of your rifle scope and the next thing you know, you were strapped to a chair in the middle of the warehouse.

Your chest heaved as you caught your breath and you let out a small laugh as you regarded the two men in front of you. Being in the SAS, you were no secret to torture. Everyone knew that one step of the training was to go through seventy-two hours of pure hell and sleep deprivation to see who broke and who didn’t. This was child’s play compared to that.

“Your swing is getting better,” you said through bloodied teeth. “But that follow through is what we need to work on.”

A hand fisted in the back of your head and shoved your forward, directly into the trough of water they had placed in front of you. Waterboarding was always an interesting exercise. You knew it was coming and had inhaled sharply, focusing your attention on anything but the air slowly leaking from your lungs as he held you in there for maybe a minute. Your thoughts drifted to other things, like the ramen you and Simon split in the safehouse the night before. It had been a few months since he grew comfortable enough with taking the mask off in front of you so now you savored the few moments you saw of his face. He seemed almost tentative without his mask, as though he was aware of how beastly his scars made him look.

You pondered over if he knew just how beautiful he was.

They yanked you back out of the water and you didn’t know what time it was. It was certainly darker than it had been when you were first nabbed from your lookout point. Certainly long enough that Simon was aware of your predicament. So that meant you were running out of time. Two in front of you, three guards behind. Your hands strained against the rope and duct tape mixture that bound your wrists and ankles to the sides of the chairs.

“Who do you work for?” the boss hissed. You blinked up at him innocently through the water that clung to your lashes and shrugged.

“Can’t a girl just chill around here? God forbid women do anything.” You braced yourself for a hit that never came. Instead, he grabbed your jaw and squeezed, forcing your teeth to clack together with a sharp jolt and a bite to your tongue, adding more blood to mix with the cuts already present from the lackluster punches delivered earlier.

“Not with that level of weaponry. Try again.”

“You got me. I’m one of Santa’s elves and he wanted to make sure you were being a good boy this year. I’d hate to let him know that-” Your words were cut off as you were shoved back into the water. Ramen. How many meals had you two shared at this point? He had even started bringing you dinner to your office since he could take his mask off there rather than in the chow hall. You wouldn’t lie, you were starting to get tired. Your lungs burned from the fight to breathe and inhale the water, but you tried to shut off the small part of your brain that sent up signals of panic.

You didn’t need to worry, you reminded yourself. Just hold on a little longer.

“If you don’t start giving me real answers, maybe I’ll let some of our clients get it out of you. They’d love that,” the boss snarled when you were let up for air. Your gut tugged uncomfortably at the implication. It was always something that you had to keep in the back of your mind. Being a woman, military or not, always meant that it was a threat held over your head, simply for existing. It was why you were so eager to destroy their whole operation.

“How about you go fuck yourself?” Gathering up the blood and spit in your mouth, you forced your tongue back and then spat the putrid mix all over his face and the pristine white collar of his shirt. Rage flickered across his face and he stood up straight.

“Get me the pliers. If she won’t talk, we’ll make sure she screams.”

Well, you mused, what was a few less nails and teeth except less maintenance?

As his little goon walked off to whatever evil lair table of doom they had set up, your ears tuned into the silence around you. The typical sounds of the city met your ears, along with…there.

“I’m afraid, boys, that you’re out of time,” you said softly. A smile tugged painfully at your swollen and cut lips but you pushed past the pain. “This has been fun, truly, but I can’t lie and say I’ll miss you.”

The boss’ hand was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you down into the water. Even through the distorted splashes and fuzziness in your mind, you could hear five audible pops. You knew what they saw in their last moments. You knew that the Ghost emerged from the shadows, steps silent despite the fact that he was more muscle than man, and you knew that these men felt fear seconds before a bullet silenced their cruel minds.

He tugged you up out of the water and you inhaled deeply, the sound harsh and grating on your sensitive ears. Blinking the water out of your eyes, you came face to face with a mask that most said elicited a bone deep terror in them.

But not you.

“Right on time,” you panted. He said nothing as he cut the bindings holding you down and inspected the way that they had rubbed some of your skin away, leaving it tender and bleeding. Simon turned to look at the leader of all of this and you realized that he didn’t kill him. The man was dragging himself towards his discarded gun on the ground, blood oozing from his ruined kneecap. Ghost stalked towards him and lifted him up and away from his weapon. He regarded the little weasel coolly and then glanced back at you. You tried to push yourself up and out of the chair but your legs shook under you and instead, you collapsed back against the metal.

“Warehouse is clear,” Soap announced as he, Gaz, and Price entered. “Christ, bonnie, you look like shite.”

“You charmer,” you muttered. Gaz rushed to your side to help you up and you were grateful for your team. Your friends.

“This him?” Price asked as he joined Simon.

“Yeah.” It was the first time he’d spoken since he entered the building. “Keep him alive. I want to be the one to interrogate him.”

If it were anyone else, Price would agree. But seeing the slight tremor in Simon’s hands where he gripped the man’s suit jacket and then looking over to where Gaz was supporting your half-conscious form, he knew that putting Simon alone in a room with the man would result in a very messy clean up.

“We’ll worry about that when we get them back to base,” Price said. “We need to get her to medical.”

Four days into your medical leave and you were growing antsy. Soap and Gaz tried to keep you entertained and Price offered you an opportunity to yell at some cadets, but you were bored. You missed moving your body more than just the walk from your room to your office to the chow hall and back. But the doctor had threatened to strap you to a bed for a week while you let your body get back to normal after, and her words were, “you got your shit rocked. I know you SpecOps bastards think you’re invincible but anyone would need to take a fucking break after being tortured.” So, here you were, sitting in your office and writing up a mission plan for another team because Price knew you were getting twitchy without anything to do.

Two knocks, sharp and perfunctory, caught your attention. You called for whoever it was to enter, but you already knew who it would be. How many times had he laid that same knock upon your door? You once said that he might as well move into your office and he had regarded it for a moment thoughtfully, as if he was genuinely considering it.

“Four days of silence from you. Thought I did something wrong,” you commented lightly as Ghost entered and shut the door behind him. He didn’t take his usual seat, the plush wheelie chair you invested in when you joined the team and realized that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Simon dropped a tray onto your desk and then stalked away, his shoulders tense and bristling like a scared cat.

A quick glance at the time confirmed that your trap had worked. He always noticed if you missed a meal, usually because you were invested in something you were working on. Everyone had their own quirk or vice and that was yours.

He brought you beef stew over rice, a quintessential British meal that was surprisingly appetizing despite the cook’s minimal care. A shiny red apple sat beside it and, as if he read your thoughts, Simon whirled around and yanked it off of the tray. He extracted a knife from his pocket and started to carve the apple into slices that he dropped onto the tray and then turned around and began to stare at the wall once more. You simply grabbed one of the slices and chewed on it while waiting for him to speak.

“That was stupid,” his rough voice broke the silence. You scoffed and stopped chewing.

“What, getting captured? I didn’t fucking plan on it.”

“No. For not trying to escape.”

A dry, startled laugh escaped you and you scrubbed the heel of your hand over your forehead. “Five men with guns and me with nothing, tied to a chair. Yeah, fair chance of running without a bullet in the back.”

“You didn’t even try.”

“I didn’t have to. I knew you were coming.”

He turned to glare at you from behind that infamous mask and you cocked your head to the side. “That doesn’t scare me, Simon, and you know it. Take the mask off.”

He hesitated and then reached up and yanked it off, revealing the sharp line of his jaw, the scars around his mouth, and those freckles that speckled across his nose and cheeks. You could see him better and, therefore, read him better. His eyes told you he was angry. His tight jaw told you he was scared.

“You can’t just sit there and fucking die because you’re waiting for me, you can’t do that.”

“Why? You’re my teammate. I trust that you would come for me.”

“What if I hadn’t?” You shook your head at his question, at the absurdity of it. Was he hearing himself? Was he that consumed by whatever foolish notion that had somehow worked its way into his head? You pushed away from your desk and stood up so you could cross the floor to stand toe to toe with him. 

“What if what if what if, fuck the what ifs, Simon. You. Wouldn’t. Leave. Me. Behind.” Each word was punctuated with a jab to his chest.

“And what if I had been injured, yeah? What then?” God, he was insufferable.

“You really mean to tell me that you wouldn’t crawl through broken glass to get to one of us.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Would you have this conversation with Soap or Gaz or Price? Then why are you so insistent about it with me? I was doing my job. Are you saying I can’t trust you? Trust my team? Because I can. I do. Don’t start telling me I shouldn’t.”

“You can. For fuck’s sake, you can.”

“You said it yourself, Simon, this job is dangerous and I knew the risks going in so I don’t know why you’re so insistent on thi-“

He tasted like nicotine and mint gum with maybe a hint of gunpowder, something so uniquely him. His lips pressed against yours with surprising gentleness and he cradled your face between his hands like you were the most precious glass figure he’d ever held. You fisted your hands in the lapels of his uniform jacket and sank into his touch. His fingers traced the skin of your cheeks, careful to not irritate the cuts you sustained days prior, and down to cup the back of your neck to draw you closer. A soft whimper escaped you at the sensation of his strong body pressing against yours.

You could easily hold your own in a fight, but the knowledge that this Adonis of a man was by your side through the hell of war was a comfort.

You needed to breathe but it wasn’t the painful reminder like it was when being tortured. His hands slid from your neck to cradling your jaw as you pulled away, settling back down on your heels.

“Don’t make me bury you,” he whispered, his forehead still pressed against yours.

You nodded, too dazed to say anything noteworthy. His thumbs stroked over your jaw and you blinked up at him.

“Was that a one time thing to shut me up or…”

“Fuckin’ insufferable, you are,” he grunted but leaned down to kiss you sweetly. There wasn’t much you could associate with Simon Riley and being sweet, but the tenderness in his touch made you want to hold him and keep him away from the world that had hurt him.

You felt his fingers brush against a nasty bruise on your jaw from a well aimed hit and saw his eyes darken.

“Did you question him already?”

“We’ve got a list of buyers that MI6 and Laswell are confirming right now,” he affirmed. Good. The mission was a success then.

“And how did you get this information?” you asked.

You met the gaze of the Ghost and didn’t flinch. He chuckled low and deep in his chest and tilted your chin up so he could see one of the cuts better.

“I did everything he did to you,” he said fiercely. "But I made sure it was permanent."

You moved your hand up to tangle with the short hair at the base of his neck and pressed your lips against his. Pulling back so just a small gap separated you, you murmured out a single sentence.

"I trusted you would."

#simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #cod imagine #cod x reader

[ssparksflyy]

what's he got that i don't? 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

pairing percy jackson x fem!reader summary based off this request!! an i actually love this request sm 😋 in jealous percy we trust

PERCY sighed dramatically as he plopped himself down on his bed, scooting up to put his head in your lap. he'd just gotten back from a meeting with chiron about helping out with teaching new campers how to handle swords and was quite frankly, exhausted. he'd spent his whole day running around, going from lesson to lesson, already helping out with all sorts of things. he hadn't seen you since breakfast and desperately needed to feel you close after his hectic day. walking into his cabin to see you sitting in his bed reading made him feel like maybe the gods didn't hate him and they knew how to answer his prayers after all.

"long day?" you asked, moving one of your hands down to his hair and ran your fingers through it while the other continued to hold up your book.

"mhm" he hummed in response.

"what'd you do?" you followed up.

"teach, teach some more, help out, then go teach again" he said, "i didn't even ask to be a teacher."

"you didn't ask for a lot of things, just another thing to add to the list babe. im sure the kids who need help greatly appreciate you and your teaching"

"i guess"

you sat in silence for a minute, continuing to play with percy's hair and read. he would've been fine staying like that and maybe even wouldve ended up falling asleep in your lap, but he had hardly spent any time with you today. he wanted to talk to you more and kiss your lips and hug you, but your nose was stuck in that stupid book he didn't even understand.

"whatcha reading?" he asked and lifted his head up, moving it to rest his chin on your stomach.

"the hunger games" you replied.

he mumbled a quick 'okay' and kept his head on your stomach, looking up at you and watching as you read.

as much as percy loved quiet moments like this, it was the opposite of what he wanted. he knew you enjoyed reading, and now was one of the few opportunities you got to read in peace, but he hadn't seen you in hours and (even though he wouldnt admit it) was in desperate need for your attention. when he saw you smile at something in your book, he decided to try for a conversation again.

"whatcha smilin' at?"

you looked away from your book, "nothin. just this guy."

he got up and furrowed his brow, "what guy?"

"he's not real, percy."

"don't matter, what guy is making my girl smile like that?"

you rolled your eyes, "a guy made of ink and imaginations. that's who."

"lemme see" he said, holding out his hand for you to hand him the book.

you handed him the book and watched as he squinted his eyes, trying to read it.

"i can't read."

"i know."

"what's it say?"

he handed you the book back, ""i don’t think it’s going to work out. winning . . . won’t help in my case," says peeta. "why ever not?" says caesar, mystified. peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. "because . . .because . . . she came here with me.""

percy pauses for a second. "you were smiling at that? what does it even mean?"

"see! you dont get it, it's nothing." you said, trying to brush it off.

"mmm i think its something" he said. he already had your attention away from reading your book, now it was just a matter of keeping it up.

"you wanna know? fine." you huffed, "im smiling because i remember when i read this for the first time and i was freaking out because katniss and peeta hardly even talk in this part of the book, and he just reveals that he's got a crush on her, but you don't know that he's actually faking it - but at the same time he's not - because it's set in katniss' perspective, so you're left all 'what was that?! what does he mean!!!' and it becomes something that peeta does again later cause he's smart and knows what cards to play in order for people to like him!!"

he looked at you in surprise, "oh- wow, sorry." he apologized, taking your hands in his, "so is peeta your favorite character?"

you knew you could just give him a simple yes and be over with the whole thing, but if he wanted the truth, then the truth is what he would get.

"yea, he really is. he's just the perfect guy" you said smugly, opening your book back up and pretending to start reading again.

"pfff- yea right! what happened to imaginations and ink?" he said. you could hear the slightest bit of jealousy in his voice and decided to keep going.

"doesnt take away the fact that he's perfect" you said as a mattter-of-factly.

"oh yea? well i think he's a fake nobody."

"fake nobody or not, he's still really smart, strong, an artist, a great baker, handsome in the movies-"

"josh hutcherson is not handsome."

"im gonna act like you didn't just say that." you said, realizing this was going the way you wanted it to, "but gods, did i mention how good of a boyfriend he is? i mean the way he cared for katniss?? hes literally everything a girl could ask fo-"

"hey you know im your boyfriend, not him, right?" percy asked, his tone sounding unsure and annoyed.

you stopped there and put your book down. you didn't think he'd actually be bothered by you talking about a fictional guy. he was never really the jealous type, had he actually taken it seriously?

"perce... are you.. jealous?" you asked in disbelief.

he gave you an offended look that you could tell was fake, "what?! no! course not! why would i be jealous of some fake baker dude??"

you couldnt help but laugh as he continued to try and defend himself from your 'wild' and 'indecorous' 'accusations'.

"i wasnt accusing you of anything! just asking!!" you said through your fit of giggles.

"yea you were! i feel very attacked right now, i though this was supposed to be a safe space!!" you only laughed more.

once you managed to get yourself to stop laughing, you moved closer to percy and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "i was just joking, you know that right?"

he mumbled a quick 'yea' while moving over to your side so he could put his arm around you and pull you into his chest. he left a kiss ontop of your head as you got comfortable in his embrace, putting your book on his nightstand.

percy had gotten his chance to talk to you, and now was able to hold you close, just like he wanted. yes it took listening to you ramble about some other (fake) guy, but who cares!! before finally closing his eyes and falling under hypnos' spell, he only had one more question about the book you were reading.

"by the way, who's finnick odair?"

"OHMYGOD, SO-"

#percy was in the wrong okay bye !! #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson x you #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

[zerokaram]

college basketball!abby x reader

synopsis: you're suddenly seeing abby, your best friend since your childhood, in a new lens. is it her arms? her strength? her drive? or the way she refuses to talk to, or even look at any other girl but you?

a/n: these are formatted like headcannons + scenarios to match them! not necessarily like a fic unfortunately. but if you guys would want that, i'd be glad to write something along those lines. enjoy!

at first, it was just something small. something so, so extremely small. maybe sometimes, she would look a little too good after practice. the way the wisps of her hair would stray out of her braid, her arms glistening in sweat and her shirt practically see-through from how hard she worked in the gym prior to her practice. or maybe it was the way she constantly towered over you, how she looked down at you when you two spoke, or how her arms carried everything and anything effortlessly, toned and muscular.

you don't know if you were just fucking imagining it or what, but holy, fucking, shit.

was it just your brain fucking with you? maybe you were just desperate or something?

you didn't know. but you were embarrassed to admit the fact that you were completely, and utterly infatuated with your 100% platonic best friend that you definitely should not be and definitely aren't swooning over. she was just a friend, and for gods sake, your best friend at that.

she just came home to your dorm, which she's been staying at for a few weeks now, covered in sweat. her arm and leg muscles practically bulging from her jersey, about to burst the fabric at their seams with only that and a compression shirt under it, paired with shorts that you've probably borrowed from her, her hair in a messy braid; stray strands sticking to her face.

anyone would be sensible enough to drool at this shit. it wasn't your fault that you had a hot best friend. right? i mean- what?

okay, but you couldn't help it that she had really nice arms. really defined, muscular, beefy, strong, capable, sporty, hot, sexy arms. it was just a general thing. it definitely couldn't just be you. this is totally fucking normal for a 100% platonic relationship. like, yeah. this is literally just normal. its literally just normal.

soon, your stares burned into her back. she could practically feel the way your eyes lingered from her face, trailing to her arms, and all the way down to her thighs. turning around to face you, she inquires cluelessly as if she didn't plan this whole scenario out on purpose. "baby, you okay? you look...dazed or something." she says, sneaking in a smile once she turns around again to get herself a glass of water.

baby. baby? did you hear that right?

you probably heard it wrong. you snicker, "oh, yeah. yeah i'm..fine."

one of abby's big games were coming up. only one more game, and it would mean that her and her team finally won the whole season. usually, she'd be pumped to finally get to train for the moment she's been dreaming of since the season started, but something's been conflicting her. a certain someone. she's had a crush on you for at least 5 years now, but the crush has been at it's all time high ever since you've started wearing her jerseys, her hoodies, and her clothes this past semester. god, fuck it. why not offer for you to do it again?

lounging on abby's couch in nothing but her hoodie and some boxers of hers that you found lying on your side of the bed from when you slept over, you held your phone in your right hand, scrolling through tiktok, while you held a cup of coffee in the other. abby (very willingly) agreed to let you sleep over at her place for as many nights as you wanted, since your roommates aggravatingly threw parties all day and night long.

you were interrupted by the door abruptly creaking open, abby stepping through the door, still in her basketball gear. she set her things down onto the kitchen counter, taking her hoodie off, revealing a more comfortable shirt under. she joins you on the couch; lying on her stomach, making a groaning noise. "shit..arms fuckin' hurt." she says, muffled whines getting silenced by the pillow she stuffed her head in.

you chuckle at her childishness. she's kinda always been like that, hasn't she? "too bad." you say, to which she frowns with a slight pout, looking up at you, wanting you to change your answer. you have no choice but to oblige. "-whatever. what can i do to help?" you ask in a playful tone, flashing her a smile.

she gets up from her position almost immediately, sprinting to her bedroom and grabbing her jersey before quickly running back to the living room and throwing the jersey in your face as if she planned this. "wear this to my next game." she says in a half-laughing, cocky way. you desperately pry the piece of fabric off of your face, trying to process what just happened. "no fuckin' way abs." you say, teasing her. you take a look at the shirt. it had 22 on the front, with ‘anderson’ printed on the back.

she frowns, sighing as she flops next to you, snaking her arms around you and stuffing her face in your shirt (in a definitely 100% platonic way). "c'mon." she says, "need someone to cheer f'me. js' wanna see my girl cheer for me. it would make me so happy."

you chuckle at 'my girl', "abs. this isn't helping with the rumors about us."

she accidentally blurts out, "don't fuckin' want it to."

...what?

before she knows it, and before you two could even talk about what she just said to you a few days before, it was finally game day. screams and cheers of girls who came just to see abby stretched from one part of the arena to another, echoing in your eardrums. you said you weren’t going to, but of course you wore her fucking jersey anyway.

abby looked into the crowd of people, searching for you desperately. she couldn’t play without you watching :’((.

about to give up on finding you, she feels two hands come around the side of her torso, hugging her from behind. she turns around to see you. wearing her jersey.

“you better win, i’m not parading your name on me for nothing.” you say sarcastically.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou smut #abby anderson smut #abby the last of us #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #abby fanfiction #wlw #wlw yearning #wlw ns/fw #wlw community #lgbtq

[avatar-anna]

would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

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[wosoluver]

Hotter than hell

tw: smut, minors DNI

Patri x reader

"I'm obsessed with her." you said biting down on the straw in your drink. If stares could burn, Patri would be on fire.

You were on a get together. Patri invited the girls and you invited your friends. Trying the best you could to entertain the people you each invited, led you two to be separated for most of the night. You with your friends and she with hers. Casually meeting her eyes once in a while.

Having a high yearning for each other wasn't uncommon. But tonight you were struggling to keep it to yourself.

Draining down the drinks, trying to stay cool.

"You're allowed to. She's your girlfriend and she's hot as hell." your friend said, knowing not to feed into your desires, but doing it anyway, out of funsies.

You almost let out a whine. Turning your attention back, you could only agree with her.

"I know, this woman can have me for breakfast, lunch and dinner." you said mouth watering at the thought.

As if on queue Patri wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, leaving a wet kiss on your temple.

"Hey love, you look a bit agitated." she said with a smirk on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing, and how you were feeling.

"Yeah, I think I'm a little hot, look." you said putting her hand on your forehead, while letting out a pout.

"Agree. Think I need to take you home." She said, her eyes boring into yours.

"Yeah, let's go."

You bid your goodbyes, and left without any remorse. Using the excuse that you weren't doing too well. Which was completely unnecessary, your friends knew you.

Arriving home you almost didn't make it past the front door.

You kissed her with everything you had in you. Taking a brief pause.

"I'll get us some water, meet you in the bedroom?"

"Yes ma'am." you answered.

Walking there you took the opportunity to take your heesls off, moving to try and unzip the dress.

"I believe that's my job." she said letting the dress fall to the ground. Giving you goosebumps. Tracing kisses from your shoulder to your neck, as you bit down your lips, trying to stop a moan from coming out.

"I like to hear you, amor." you knew that. She always made it very clear, with a smug look plastered on her face. It turned her on, knowing she was the one causing those sounds to leave your lips.

By now you were so wet, closing your legs together to try and get some friction.

"I don't think so." she whispered, spreading them apart once again, reaching to your core. But only teasing by running her finger over it. Making you whine.

"There you go." praising you for the small noise.

She guided you to bed, walking behind you, her hands on your waist, pushing you gently down on the bed. As you turned to lay on your back, propping up on your elbows, to be able to look her in the eye.

No matter how horny you were, you always had to be looking at each other. It's how you communicated, how you connected.

She wasted no time, kneeling on the floor and burring her face in between your legs.

Knowing how to work you. Sucking gently on your clit. Your hands reaching to interlace on her hair, pulling slightly on it. She continued to suck, more aggressive by the minute, as you unfolded more and more on her lips.

When she looked up at you through her lashes you swore you had died and been sent to heaven. It was the only explanation possible for the way Patri made you feel.

"Patri-" you let out as she flickered her tongue side ways. "I'm- please."

"Go ahead, amor." reveling as your juices made a mess on her face.

She cleaned herself a bit, as she let you rest for a moment. Before reaching to kiss you again, eagerly.

"Fuck." you let out almost as a whisper.

"What? Can't handle a second round? Thought I could have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner." she said reciting word for word of the comment you had made earlier, when you thought she couldn't hear you.

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[stuniolo-simp4life]

Teddy Bear- Matt Sturniolo

warnings- angst, smut, fingering, oral (fem)

summary- after ignoring you all day, Matt lets something slip from his mouth, upsetting you.

You took Matt to the mall today, just wanting to spend a day with him.

of course, you could never just do that. Fans would always come up to him and ask for his picture, making you take all of the pictures.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t like when other girls put their hands on him.

You and Matt had come out to their fans about dating a month ago. Most people were supportive.

Even though the girls knew, they put their hands around his waist and neck and it just pissed you off.

so whenever someone wasn’t taking his picture, your hand would be linked with his to let people get the memo: he’s taken.

unfortunately for Matt, he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

He would just scroll on his phone while walking and whenever you wanted his option on a piece of clothing, he would just mumble, “looks good,” or something.

It did make you a little upset but you decided not to push it.

like right now, you were in H&M.

“Matt, what do you think of this dress?” He didn’t even look up from his phone. “It looks fine baby,” he said.

you frowned. “Matt, I don’t think you can see the dress from your phone.”

He groaned as he looked up at you. He had a look of annoyance in his face. “It looks fine.” You frowned again as you mumbled an okay, and payed for it.

You wrapped your hand around his waist as you walked out of the store. But when you walked out, he yanked your hand off his waist.

You looked at him shocked. He didn’t even look up at you. Why did it hurt so bad?

you stayed silent for a bit. While you were walking, you saw a pretzel shop, immediately lightening your mood.

“Wanna get a pretzel?” You asked, excitement in your eyes.

He sighed and mumbled a sure, finally looking up from his phone.

you grabbed his hand, but you felt him slightly jerk. It made your heart pang, but you ignored it. At least you tried.

After you got your food, you sat down with him, try to make conversation.

“So baby, are you exited for tour? It’s coming up soon.” He didn’t even look up, again, when he answered.

“yeah.” He muttered. You just gave up at this point. You ate your pretzel in silence.

“are you ready to go?” He nodded and you walked to the car.

the only think you ended buying was that dress and a teddy bear.

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when you got home, nothing really changed. You set the teddy bear on the kitchen counter, and Matt sat at the island table.

“baby do you want to eat anything?” He shook his head no, and continued to scroll on his phone.

you sighed and walked over to him, placing your hand on his back and rubbing him softly.

“Can you fucking stop?” He snapped. Your eyes widened as you jerked your hand away. “What?”

“your so fucking annoying y/n. All day you’ve been clinging on to me, like fucking glue. It’s fucking annoying,” he spat.

You felt tears burn into the brim of your eyes, but you still felt anger. “What the fuck do you mean Matt? You’ve been ignoring me all day. You’ve barely even talked to me at all.”

You felt your voice break. “All you’ve been doing in scrolling on your fucking phone.” Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Oh give me a fucking break. I’ve been working my ass of to get things for the tour ready. And next thing you know, I have you dragging my ass to the mall.”

he shook his head. “You think I wanted to hear to fucking talk all day? Give me a fucking break. You don’t even do anything. All you do is sit your ass home all fucking day.”

“so what if I don’t wan’t to fucking talk to you? Not everything is about you y/n.”

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until a shaky sob left your mouth. You couldn’t even control your tears. They were just falling.

Matt scoffed. “If you’re gonna be such a cry baby, at least go cry somewhere else.” His eyes looked cold.

All you did was sob louder. You wiped your tears, but there was no point, because they just kept spilling.

As you walked up the stairs, you could hear Matt mumbling something about how sensitive you were.

when you got to your shared bedroom, you stripped out of your clothing and changed into Matt’s fresh love hoodie and a pair of shorts.

Thankfully, you grabbed the teddy bear you bought. You snuggled it up to you as stray tears left your eyes.

-

a soft knock was heard at the door. “Who is it,” you mumbled, your voice thick and scratchy from crying.

Nick and Chris walked into the room.

“hey y/n/n,” Chris whispered as he sat down on the bed. Nick sat beside you and rubbed your back softly.

"Hi," you mumbled.

“are you alright?” nick asked. “we heard the fight.” you frowned at the thought, more tears threatening to fall. 

“Yeah,” you said with a voice crack. Chris frowned. “You wanna tell us what happened?” You sighed as you explained to them what happened at the mall, from him ignoring you and the fight when you got back. 

Nick sighed and shook his head, and Chris frowned. “How about this. Nick will get a bath ready for you and I’ll go talk to Matt. How does that sound?” 

You smiled slightly and nodded your head. Chris rubbed you back and got up, and you followed Nick into the bathroom. 

“I’ll set some fresh clothes on the counter for when you're done. Feel better soon.” Nick gave you a half smile and walked out of the room. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped into the hot shower. You almost wished you could just melt and go down the drain with the rest of the water. 

What if Matt was right? Were you as clingy as he said you were? 

- 

When you stepped out the bathroom, you were in a fresh oversized tee and pj pants. The first thing you could hear was Chris’s voice coming from downstairs. 

“Matt, I get that your stressed but taking it out on y/n? What’s wrong with you?” 

You could practically hear Matt rolling his eyes. “It’s not my fault she’s so fucking clingy. She should learn how to keep her hands to herself.” You could feel your heart crack at those words. 

“Do you hear yourself Matt? She’s your girlfriend. What has she ever done to you? She’s the one who offered to take your sorry ass to the mall to get your mind off things, but here you are, accusing her.” 

There was silence for a while. “What have I done,” you heard Matt mummer. 

“If you don’t get your ass upstairs and fix things with her now, me and you are going to have a problem 

Moments later, you could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and then a soft knock at the door. “Y/n? Baby?” 

The door softly opened, and you were met with Matt’s face. “Hey, can we... talk?” You nodded your head and motioned for him to sit down. 

“I’d really like to apologize for earlier today. All the things for the tour had been stressing me out, especially because it was mostly me organizing and planning everything. It was wrong of me to take it out on you. I love you y/n so much. I promise that won’t ever happen again. M’ so sorry. Don’t cry.” 

You didn’t even realize you were crying. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your hair, stroking it softly.

“Do you really think I’m clingy Matt?” you asked. “If you do think i am, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

He looked at you, so broken. “Of course not baby. I love it when you hold my hand and touch me.” He kissed you softly. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”  

He kissed you again, although it wasn’t soft, like before. It was passionate and hungry. He laid you back on the bed, trying not to rush you. 

Your shirt was quickly discarded, and you weren’t wearing a bra. Matt placed soft kisses all over your chest, making sure to kiss and suck your sensitive nipples. 

A soft whimper left your mouth. He continued to suck your buds, making a string of whimpers exit your mouth. He smirked in satisfaction and continued to trail kisses down your naked torso until he reached your shorts. 

“May I?” he asked. You desperately nodded your head. He shimmied your pants and panties down in one motion. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he said softly, planting kisses on the inside of your thighs. He trailed down slowly, getting closer to your core with each kiss.  

“Matt please-” you whimpered impatiently. He chuckled. “Patience my love.” he continued kissing the insides of your thighs, until finally, he reached your core. 

He licked up a strip from your hole to your clit, making you gasp out a moan. “You taste so good ma.” He flicked his tongue on your sensitive bud, then fully attached his lips to your clit.  

You moaned and squeezed your thighs around his head, subconsciously rocking your hips against his mouth. You grabbed his hair, moaning out his name. 

“Oh my god- Matt-” you moaned. He suddenly added and finger into your hole, then two. Your hips jerked slightly when he started to pump them in and out of you. 

“You like my fingers, yeah?” You moaned in response.  

“I wanted to hear your pretty voice baby.”  

“Matt, i-it feels so good. Mm- right there.” you could feel your legs shake. Matt curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made things feel unreal. You out a loud moan, jerking your hips.  

“There it is,” Matt smirked. He continued hitting the spot, making stars burst into your visions. You couldn’t even control what came out of your mouth. Your moans and whimpers were pouring out like water. 

You could feel your orgasm coming close. “Matt, I need to cum,” You moaned out. He smirked and re-attached his mouth to your clit, his fingers still working inside you. 

All this did was make you moan louder. “Matt I’m cumming-” you were cut off by your orgasm. Matt slowly pumped his fingers; help you ride it out. 

You could feel your juices all over your thighs, and as he sat up, he was licking it off his fingers. “You taste good baby.” He leaned down to kiss you, making you taste yourself. 

Soon after, he got up to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he was in his pjs, and he had a wet rag. He opened your legs and started cleaning you up. 

When he was done, he helped you put your t-shirt and panties back on, and he wrapped the two of you in the blanket, hugging his hands on your waist. 

“That’s a cute bear,” He murmured into your neck. You smiled. “I got it at the mall.” he sighed. “Sorry for ruining your time at the mall. I loved going with you.”  

You smiled softly. “It’s okay. We can always go some other time.” He mumbled an okay and an ‘i love you,’ and fell asleep. 

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