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milkteahood · 14 hours
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together through it all
Simon Riley x fem!reader
Summary: being there for Simon during one of his many night terrors
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“No! No! Fuck no! Please… please not her. DON’T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME”
Sweat broke on Simon’s forehead as he jolted awake, gasping for air. Stumbling, almost as if running from something, he made it to the bathroom where he threw himself over the toilet, puking his guts out. His whole body was breaking in cold sweat, shaking, with a blurry vision.
He didn’t hear you come in and almost attacked you when you placed a hand on him. He stopped midway, eyes bloodshot, his body only shaking harder when he realized it was only you.
“Si? Baby, it’s ok” your soft voice echoed in his mind, hand running up and down his back as he started vomiting again.
It wasn’t the first time this happened. Simon had severe ptsd, and this reaction was nothing new. He tried to warn you, saying you wouldn’t be happy with him. To go find someone that can actually love you normally. But he didn’t get to decide for you. And over time you got better and better at helping him when needed.
“You’re ok Si” you spoke gently, using a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.
He didn’t respond, but when he finally looked up at you, his face was incredibly pale. His lips were losing color too, and his eyes were a little glossy. This panic attack was one of the worst you’d seen him have.
Your hands cupped his face, and without even realizing it, he leaned into your touch, almost to see if you were actually real.
“You’re ok now” you said. Again, he didn’t respond. His breathing was heavy, and he closed his eyes, leaning more into your touch.
You held him for a while, giving him time to relax. His head almost fell onto your chest and strong arms wrapped themselves around you. There was something different about all of it. The way he held you, as if he was almost afraid you would vanish into thin air.
“Do you feel alright enough to walk?” you asked, arms wrapped around his neck, holding his head close to your chest. He only nodded in response.
As you stood up, you gently helped him up too, using your body to support his.
Once you made it to the bedroom, he collapsed on the bed, but still refused to let go of you.
He didn’t speak, his body still slowly shaking as he buried his face deeper into your chest, taking in your scent, trying to convince himself you’re actually real. He’s not hallucinating. You’re indeed there, trying to wrap a blanket around him as he refuses to let you move.
Once the blanket was over both of you, you resumed your gentle touches, fingers running through his hair as his breathing was slowing. Your fingers worked like magic on him. Your patience, something he never saw himself worthy of. All the times he yelled at you during one of his episodes. And even now, he was about to attack you. He didn't understand why someone like you would put up with someone like him. He didn't deserve you, he was sure of that. But he will be damned before he lets anyone take you away from him.
“You’re ok now” you said again, kissing the top of his head “it’s just us here” you continued, nose nuzzling his hair.
He nodded, closing his eyes.
You only closed yours once you heard the soft snoring coming out of your lover’s mouth.
“I love you, Si” you said, earning yourself a little snore in return, which made you chuckle.
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dreamauri · 2 days
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┇𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part four ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ┇this is what they call: puppy love.  ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen  x  fem! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( fluff )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( - ) ╰  🫧 :: ⁠ content warning — ( google translated spanish )
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Y/N Gemazi-L/N chats with Martin Brundle on his DREAM F1 debut 🔴🎂
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"One more lap, tsunoda ahead in p10. push for q3." "heard." You mumbled back on the radio, preparing for one more qualifying lap to be a part f the top ten. You've never raced in jeddah before as it was one of the newer circuits and you'd long left formula 2 by then.
But the track wasn't too difficult to figure out. Sure the track is challenging, especially since FP3 wasn't enough to learn the car and that you still indeed are learning the track. Qualifying laps were ok, no real battles yet, just against the clock which gave you peace of mind.
The sim helped a little, not as much as the fact that you'd be teammates with charles again or the fact that Lando has a good car and would be near you throughout the race, battening you or not. On top of that, the only reason you're going through with the race (like you had a choice anyways) is max.
You'd subconsciously called Max after Fred Vasseur broke the news to you, making him the first person to know and the first person so far this half weekend to give you real tips and advice about the circuit, going as far as staying up with you the other night after inviting you to his room to practice on his sim.
"Well done, Y/N, that is P9. P9." You heard your race engineer beep in your ears as you crossed the finish line. "WO! Q3!" "Line up so far is: verstappen, leclerc, alonso, piastri, russel, perez, norris, tsunoda, you, stroll." "Tsunoda? I thought he P10? Did i not knock him out?" "No, that was—" "Oh my god, it's john wick." you gasped once realizing. "Who?" "I eliminated lewis, didn't i?" "Confirmed. Yes." "Oh my god."
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“Hello, Y/N.” You smiled, giving a nod to return the greeting. “You’ve had an amazing debut thus far. How are you feeling?” You laughed, shrugging. “I woke up this morning thinking I’d be chillaxing back in the hospitality and drinking barbican while watching the red cars. Never expected that I’d be in one of the cars. But uh, we had a good qualifying. Q3 is good for the team and hopefully, we’ll have a good pace tomorrow.”
“It is a very remarkable debut,” “It is.” You agreed nodding, brushing your hair back. “I mean, I knew I’d be driving an F1 car at some point or another. I’m glad it was a night race. I’ll do my best to seize the moment and maximize the opportunity,” you quote, joking, making the interviewer laugh. “And we’ll see where tomorrow takes us.” “Very nice, Y/N.” “Thank you-” looked back, feeling someone put a hand on your shoulder.
Max could visibly see you relax upon realizing it was him. He found the smile that rose on your face too cute. “Q3, I taught her.” He joked, making you laugh. “Which position?” “P6.” Max made an impressed face nodding. “Hands off my teammate.” Charles shooed Max, pushing him away. You watched, trying to hold in your laugh.
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“There was something in the air that night, the stars so bright, fernando.” You sang as you hugged the spaniard. “youre going to sing that every time you see me." He laughed, hugging you back and patting your back. “its tradition." You reminded him as the two of you pulled away. He ruffled your hair, cupping the back of your head. “P6?” He asked, smiling. You shrugged, smiling. “just stay behind me." “very funny, nando."
You waved him goodbye as bid a farewell, going to his car. You unlocked your phone as you walked the other way, scrolling through your contacts as you looked around, searching for a certain honda. You don’t remember the license plate so finding your ride back was difficult, especially since there were so many cars in a lot of colors and expensive models.
‘Where are you?’ You send the text message, looking around the parking lot. You were answered with a light flicker. Max’s car wasn’t too far, he’d turned his lights on and off as a signal for you. He wasn’t too far, so you made a jog for it, opening the car door and getting in the passenger seat, and placing your backpack between your feet. 
Max started the car, pulling out of the parking lot. Since you accidentally spent the night at his, and the two of you were already staying at the same hotel and you didn’t rent a car out for the weekend, Max figured: why not carpool? “Seat Belt.” the blond reminded you as the car neared the exit of the parking lot. You did catch what he said, distracted by looking out at the other driver’s who were finding their own cars.
“hm?” instead of repeating himself, max reached and buckled you up himself, smoothly merging into traffic, using blinkers and abiding the laws. You blushed, leaning your elbow on the door and watching him out of the corner of your eyes. It was a long day and you were tired. Still jet lagged, you made the mistake of waking up early to venture around unknowing that you'd be driving twice. And now that the main anxiety drilling events were over, the sleep and rest you needed was catching up to you.
Max lowered the music from the radio once he noticed your low energy and slow blinking. He'd been taking glances in your direction, keeping track of you slowly dozing off. When he parked the car at the hotel, you were totally asleep. It took max a few seconds of theorizing on what to do next before going into action.
He didn’t want to wake you up, so with two backpacks on, he managed to get you up on your feet so he could carry you. You were only half asleep when he gently and slowly opened the door, catching your elbow so you don't fall. with half opened eyes, you looked at him confused as he pulled your backpack on before unbuckling your seat.
You let him hold your hands and help you get out, before gently wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting you up into his chest. He kicked the door shut before carrying you away. You leaned your head on his shoulder falling back into slumberland. 
it was a shame you weren't awake to witness the journey up to his room. Max had somehow signaled a staff worker over, making him take out the wallet from his back pocket and unlock the entrance from the garage to the building, and once again to unlock the door to his room.
The truly memorable part was when Max set you on his bed. After taking your shoes off and covering you with the blanket, the dutch gently brushed your hair in a ponytail he found in your bag. When he tried to pull away, to get himself asleep on the couch, you'd held his hand in your sleep.
Max felt like he was frozen in place as if one of his cats fell asleep on him and he couldn't move so as to not wake them up. He knelt down on the floor, brushing his thumb against your cheek where you held his hand. You looked so peaceful and adorable that it took Max around 10 minutes of contemplation before slipping in bed with you where you welcomed him by hugging him and clinging onto him.
The smile and blush that covered his cheeks as he hugged and cuddled you back, stayed on his face through the night. The best sleep he's ever had.
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“The nostalgia,”  “It's like a copy paste.” the two commentators laughed. “Just look at her driving style as well, she's aggressive but not over the line, shouting" I'm here, I'm going to overtake, and you can’t do anything about it.” Their explanation was on point. You got straight to the point. You caught up, intimidated, saw a gap and went for it. P6 to P3 with a good chunk of the race left. Max and Charles were ahead by a few points and it took you a few laps to catch up. Staying behind the fellow ferrari, you stayed on his tail within a half second distance.
Once you took corner #27 and the DRS was applicable, You were past Charles and chasing Max in the red bull.
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Post dive bombing max into turn one, and over taking him, you lead a difficult 4 laps where the dutch was breathing down your neck. You genuinely felt scared because he was in your mirrors the whole time, like playing tag with an adult and they laugh evilly which makes it feel real and you start screaming and actually running for your life.
Max did eventually take his P1 back and you stayed behind him. Unfortunately, under team orders, you had to switch with Charles and give him the P2 once he caught up. You looked up once someone came up from behind you, patting your back. “Rickey, when I catch you, rickey.” You laughed as you took your helmet off, watching Max go off for his post race interview. “Nice driving,” You turned, smiling at Charles and returning the fistbump. “Nice breaking.” you returned the compliment.
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not two steps in the room and max had cupped his hand under your chin and pulled you in a for a kiss. You were defiantly suppressed, not getting the chance to at least find the light switch or put the trophy down somewhere. You kissed back eagerly, a small hum leaving your throat as the two of you made out.
Max must have been continuing where you left off in the morning with how hungry and eager he seemed. Since waking up tangled in each other, the moment led to a kiss and another and another. You never realised how attracted you were to max, how he made you feel.
Dropping your bag, you used your free hand tp tangle your fingers in the hair at his nape, letting him tilt your head with the grip he hand on your chin to deepen the kiss. "I've been waiting all day." he mumbled before leaning in for another kiss.
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ft-3racha · 1 day
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Hiii!
Soft sex with Chan? 👀🩷
If not it’s ok!!
absolutely !!
i do think that chan is 100% the guy to be into rough stuff as much as he is into soft sex, as long as it‘s with you, the person he loves.
he would make sure to let you know how much he apprechiates your body and take his goddamn time, giving you slow and deep, sensual kisses, your tongues dancing around each other while breathy moans and whines escape your throat.
chan would slowly drag his lips down your neck, leaving kisses, bites and licks all over your soft skin, mumbling little praises more to himself than anything else. your body instantly responds to his actions as you grind yourself on him, your most sensitive parts rubbing against his.
„you are so beautiful.“
„keep on making those sounds for me, pretty. so good f‘me.“
„fuck, i love it when you grind on me. feels so good, baby.“
foreplay would be a necessity, since that man is a god with those pretty lips of his and absolutely knows how to make you fall apart on them, so he would do exactly that…at least once, maybe twice if you beg for it nicely, since that is his favorite thing to hear; your moans, especially when you cum and can‘t get enough of him, so you beg for him to do it again, lightly tugging on his soft curls while his hands stroke your thighs.
„please channie, make me cum again.“
„it feels so good chris, please don‘t stop.“
after all the prepping and taking his time, his patience will leave him eventually, because his cock is rock hard, pre-cum leaking in his briefs (which he looses as fast as he can at that point). even after cumming already, you‘re still so needy for him to take you. and he will. once he is positioned, in missionary, because he loves looking at your face as he enters you, you feel him do exactly that. he slowly pushes into you, and you involuntarily hold your breath at the stretch, because no matter how many times you guys fucked before, the feeling is always absolutely incredible. he‘d take a second or two before moving, every stroke of his slow and deep, precisely hitting that spot inside of you that makes you go absolutely feral. chan would kiss you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he fucks into you, the sounds of your bodys colliding filling the room.
„you take me so well, absolutely made for my cock.“
„so good, so fucking tight.“
„feels so good around me, angel. so damn good.“
you‘d see stars with the way his cock makes you feel. your legs would wrap around his hips, nails clawing in his back as your orgasm approaches. he‘d tell you to hold on just a moment longer, his strokes getting sloppier and sloppier, indicating that he, too, is close. and with a deep groan and your name rolling off of his plump lips he‘d cum, sending you over the edge right with him. the feeling of him spilling into you makes your orgasm ten times more intense, maybe even triggering a second one (if possible, that depends on you).
„gonna fill you up baby, mark you as mine.“
„you gonna cum? just a second longer, hold on for me. i‘m almost there, my love.“
„fuck, angel. i‘m so close, can feel you squeezing me so tight.“
and afterwards? we all know this man is an absolute angel. he‘d make sure you are okay, would clean you up and give you something to drink. chan would take his time to talk about what just happened and ask if everything was absolutely okay with you or if he did anything to make you uncomfortable. he‘d make sure to shower you with kisses before having an actual shower with you, your guys‘ favorite takeout already ordered and comfy clothes waiting to be put on your freshly washed bodies.
„are you okay, angel?“
„here, drink up. you did so well for me, baby.“
„i love you unconditionally.“
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Absent Father
Summary:where the reader is about to give birth and Jude is not home
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"When are you going to be back?" I ask as I watch him pack his bag
"In a couple of months Love" he says
"Oh"
"But don't worry it'll be over before we know it"
"Can't you pull out of the squad and say you've got an injury or something"
"You know I can't do that, they'll examine my body to check my story out"
I sigh
"Hey, it's not that bad, we'll call eachother and face time, we're gonna be ok"
"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself"
"I'm trying to convince the both of us"
"Jude you know that I'm due any day now right"
"I know"
"And you won't be there by my side holding my hand or getting to witness the birth of your child" I say trying to hold back my tears
"I know baby, and I'm sorry"
"Sometimes I wish you were Just Jude Bellingham, not Jude Bellingham the Real Madrid and England Star
He stops packing and looks at me
"Sometimes I wish that as well darling, but that's not how it is"
"Yeah, I'm going to the kitchen to make a snack"
"Ok"
I leave the room and walk to the kitchen to make something to eat
As I'm busy I hear Jude come down the stairs with his bag
He places it down and walks up to me and towers over me, places a kiss on my forehead and bends down to kiss my belly
"I have to go" he says as he stands up
I come in for a hug and hug him very tightly as if by doing so I can just pause time and stop it from moving
He hugs me tightly as well indicating he doesn't wanna let go
As we're hugging the tears start coming out and I don't even try to fight them this time, i'm silently crying, and pretty sure my tears have now stained his shirt
He pulls away, looks me in the eyes and wipes the tears from my face
"I love you"
"I love you"
He kisses my forehead one more time walks to his bag and heads for the door where his driver waits for him
A week later:
I'm lying on the sofa watching a series that I'm not really paying attention to, all I'm thinking about is how scared I am and how I won't have anyone in the delivery room with me, and the person that I do want to be there is in another country
It's been difficult to talk and Face time with Jude, because he's either very busy or he's too tired to talk, if he's not training, he's doing press, if it's not press it's games, if it's not games he's out with his teammates, there's just always something happening and it makes me wonder if he's  trying to avoid me, because if he wasn't ignoring me then he would at least make the time to try and talk to me, it's always me reaching out and calling him but he never does the same
The only interactions we have nowadays is when he posts something and I like and comment under his post and he'll just reply to my comment
I honestly don't know what to do but I just keep telling myself that he's busy and can't talk
I stand up and walk upstairs to get my phone to check if I've gotten any call from Jude
The minute I grab my phone from my bed there's a warm liquid that I feel on my legs
I look down and see water on the floor
I start freaking out a bit but then compose myself and walk to my wardrobe to grab my bag
And walk downstairs and get into the car and start driving to the hospital
When I arrive at the hospital I ask the receptionist for my doctor, but she tells me that in order to see her I have to have an appointment
"Lady listen to me, I'm a Pregnant Woman that's about to give birth, are you really gonna tell me to wait to see my Doctor?"
"I'm sorry I was not aware, I'll go get her"
She walks down a passage and makes a left knocking on a door, 2 minutes later she returns with Doctor Ashley Johnson
"Mrs. Bellingham, what are you doing here?, Where's is your Husband?"
"On a business Trip" I say breathing heavily
"Can someone get this woman a wheelchair?"
A few minutes later I'm in a hospital gown and walking around my hospital room trying to Dilate myself enough to give birth to this baby and Doctor Johnson holding my hand
"So where is your husband?"
"He's away, on a Business trip"
"Your Mother?"
"We don't really get along, let's just say she's not happy with the decisions I made in my life"
"Like?"
"Marring my Husband"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing, she just didn't want me to marry someone who is from a different country number one and from a different culture"
"Your mother in law?"
"She moved back to England to be with my Father in law and brother in law"
"Siblings?"
"They are all married and even if I were to call them they are too far away"
"So I guess it's just you and me then" she says
I nod my head realizing that no one from my family is actually coming
"Yep"
After 10 hours of walking around and trying to Dilate Doctor Johnson informs me that I'm ready to give birth
She calls the rest of her team to come and assist and after two hours
A baby Boy is born
My body is tired and I just feel absolutely exhausted
"Mrs. Bellingham, we're going to clean your baby boy, you just get some rest we'll bring him right back"
"Ok" I say falling asleep
The next day I wake up feeling much better than the previous day, I turn my head to see my baby sleeping peacefully and Doctor Johnson walks into the room
"Hi, how are we doing in here?"
"We're ok, he's asleep"
"Have you spoken to your family yet?"
"No, I haven't, I'll wait for him to wake up first, then I'll make calls"
"And a name, have you decided on a name yet?"
"No I wanna call my husband first then we'll discuss it"
"Ok"
Doctor Johnson stays with me for some time until the baby wakes up
"I'll leave you to it then"
"Thank you"
I grab my phone and the first people I call are my Four sisters
They all get excited and squeal as they see the baby for the first time
"What's his name?" One of them ask
"I don't know, I'm gonna call Jude and we'll talk about it"
"Aww, he's so cute"
"Thank you"
"Congratulations sis, we're so proud of you, we wish we could be there"
I shed some tears and tell them it's fine and that we'll all meet up eventually
The next person I call is Denise.
"Hello love"
"Hi Mom, you alright?"
"Yeah, how are you"
"Oh we're fine, but I have something to show you"
I slightly turn the phone to Show her the baby and she looks in shock
"Mark, Jobe come look"
After some time Mark and Jobe appear on the screen
"Oh God he's so adorable"
"Are you ok though love"
"Yeah, I will be" I say
"What's his name?"
"I still need to call Jude, then we'll discuss it, and then we'll let everyone know
"Ok love, take care of yourself ok"
"Ok"
"We love you"
"Love you too"
The next person I call is Jude, hoping he'll pick up but he doesn't instead he sends a text
Hubby: what's up?
Me: can you call, it's important
Hubby: what is it?
Me: Jude can you pls just answer your phone it's really important
Hubby: just text me, I'm busy rn
Me: with what?
Hubby: With Trent, Madders and Hendo
Me: so you can't just excuse yourself for some time, I'm telling you that this is important why are you being difficult?"
Hubby: no actually I can't excuse myself, we're playing UNO, and I'm losing like hell
Me: oh so you would rather play a game of UNO than to hear what I have to say?
Hubby: just text it to me, I'm sure it's not a big deal
Me: if you consider the fact that you have a son not important then Yeah, it's not important
Hubby: what 🤯 are you being serious, you game birth?
Me: yeah but don't let me stop you from your game, it's most definitely more important than the birth of your son
                           Hubby ❤
                            Calling...
I decline the call
Hubby: babe answer the phone
Me: The baby is asleep, I'll call you when he wakes up, if I answer it'll wake him up
Hubby: oh c'mon don't be like that
Me: I'll call you later, get back to your game
I place my phone next to me and admire my newly born baby boy who is fully awake
"Hey Babe, welcome to the world, I'm gonna love you so much more than anything in the world"
He only giggles and cuddles further into my arms and it makes me Coo
2 months later:
Today is the day Jude comes back and to say I'm excited is an understatement we never had the discussion of the Baby's name so I just decided it Myself
And I Decided on Jamie
Ever since Jamie's birth Jude has been calling a lot more often and calling to check on us every day, which is good because then he won't miss that many Moments
Jamie is growing so fast it feels like it was just yesterday when it was just the two of us cuddling in a hospital bed, now he can crawl
Jude should be landing in a few hours and Jamie and I are preparing something to have for dinner, hopefully Jude will be here in time for dinner
Jamie however is on top of the counter grabbing things and putting them in his mouth while I prepare dinner
After making dinner, I get Jamie cleaned up and into his pajamas
And I carry him downstairs where we'll sit and wait for Jude
I'm so excited because we're about to have our first dinner as a family also adding the fact that I haven't seen Jude in almost three months
20:00( 8pm)
Jamie and I are sitting in the dinning room waiting for Jude to come home
21:00( 9pm)
Jamie has fallen asleep on my chest
22:00 ( 10pm)
Jamie is now asleep in this crib and I'm waiting for Jude while doing the dishes and packing away all the table decor that I've put out
23:00 (11:00 pm)
Fast asleep in bed
00:00 ( 12:00pm)
01:00 am
The door to the house opens and I hear Jude walk up the stairs and towards our room, the door opens and I hear him sigh and take his clothes off leaving him in his trunks
He gets into bed and kisses my shoulder
"Hello my love" he says in a husky voice
"I know you're awake, you're a light sleeper, I know you heard me come in"
I shrug him off and try to make myself comfortable on the bed
"What's wrong, are you not going to greet back"
"Hi"
"Is that all I get?"
"Yeah"
"Why are you upset i haven't seen you in 2 months and the first time I come back you give me a cold shoulder?"
"Exactly we haven't seen eachother in 2 months, and you couldn't even get home on time for dinner like you promised"
"Oh, you know I thought I told you that I was gonna be late, because Trent wanted to party for a bit before we were all headed home because we wouldn't see eachother in a long time"
"Does Trent have a two month old  baby boy who he hasn't seen ever since his birth and a wife who gave birth on her own  waiting for him at home?"
"No"
"Do you?"
"Yes"
"So please explain to me because I must be losing my mind, you had two months, two months with these people "your sheriffs" to laugh and share moments, yet your two month old son has not even shared a single moment with you and you still put your teammates before him to make moments with them and you don't even have one with your son"
He is quiet
"So is it wrong for me to assume that from now on your international teammates and club teammates will forever be the first choice no matter what?"
"No babe, you and James are the most important thing in my life and will forever be my first"
"I can't even look at you right now"
"You were not there when he was born, when we were suppose to name him , i ended up naming him myself because I had to put something on the birth certificate, you weren't there when he started crawling and now you said the wrong name yet he's your son"
"Is his name not James?"
"If you had answered your phone on that day we would have named him together" I say getting out of bed and grabbing my gown
"And his name is Jamie" I say walking out of the room and walking to Jamie's room to sleep there
The next morning I'm woken up by Jamie's cries
I walk to him and pick him out of his crib and walk to the Kitchen to find Jude making Breakfast
"Morning babe"
"What are you doing?"
"Making breakfast, I'm making French toast, still your favorite right?"
"Yeah"
"Great, have a seat it'll be ready in just a few minutes"
Jamie lays his head on my shoulder as he looks at Jude almost as if he's asking who is the guy in our Kitchen making food
He's uncomfortable
"Hey it's ok, that's your dad" I whisper into his ear and kiss his head
I walk to the dinning table and put Jamie on my lap where he stares at me and shows his gums that are without teeth
I smile down at him and shower him with kisses and he giggles
In that moment Jude walks to us and almost  immediately Jamie's head goes on my chest and he stops giggling
"Here you are"
"Thanks" I say
He takes a seat across me and looks at Jamie and sends him a small wave, but it only makes Jamie force himself further into my chest
Jude gives me a sad look and I look back at him
He clears his throat and breaks the uncomfortable silence
"So how have you been?"
"Fine, yeah I've been fine, you?"
"Yep same just really tired"
"Yeah"
The awkward silence is among us again and we eat in silence
"Fuck" he says under his breath
"How much have I missed?" He asks
"A lot more than you can imagine" I reply
"Baby, I am so sorry, when you said that I missed so much I didn't know you meant it like that to the point where my own son doesn't recognize me"
"Yeah"
"How can I make up for it?"
"I wouldn't know either Jude, Jamie is a baby, he doesn't comprehend what's happening, it not like you can just throw the words I'm sorry to him and he'll forgive you just like that"
"You're not helping, I'm asking for solutions not for you to make me feel worse than I already do"
"Well you wouldn't be feeling like this if you had been there number 1, if you had answered your phone so we could name him together and if you had made more time to talk to us"
"I called you every day"
"Did you call me when I was a week from giving birth, huh, when our only interaction would be on Social media where I was liking pictures and commenting and you were liking or replying to my comments"
"I called you guys every day, to find out how you were doing"
"For five minutes, you can't really say anything in five minutes"
"I was tired"
"But you were never too tired to go out with your teammates, right?, all that time you spent with them, could have been used to get to know your son, given how difficult it was to be there for him when he was born"
"So what, you wanted me to stay in my hotel room and be left out while everyone was enjoying themselves?"
"If you couldn't do it for me then you could have at least done it for Jamie, you were an absent father, and it's not my fault that after I tried to get you involved in his life and you refused and now he doesn't even know you"
He's quiet and just continues eating his food
After having breakfast Jamie and i walk to the Kitchen and i get started on the dishes while He sits next me with his favorite chew toy that keeps him behaving
Jude walks in
"Let me take him" he says
He goes to pick Jamie up and Jamie starts crying
I immediately leave the dishes and walk to them
"Here take over the dishes, I'll take him
"No it's fine, he'll be fine"
"No Jude let go of him, I need to feed him he hasn't been fed yet"
He let's go of Jamie and I walk to his room to feed him
After 2 hours Jamie falls asleep for his afternoon nap
And I walk to the living room to watch some TV only to find Jude watching TV
I take a seat and Jude pauses his show
"Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's asleep"
"That's good"
"Mhm"
"Y/n, I'm sorry, I know that the past 2 months have not been easy for you and that you were scared when you had to give birth to Jamie, because I wasn't there for you both"
"It's fine, you were working"
"Yeah but that's not an excuse, I feel horrible, I feel like I'll never get to have a relationship with my son if things go on like this"
"Don't say that Jude, Jamie will get use to you, eventually, maybe not tomorrow or next week, but eventually"
"You were right, if I made the time then we wouldn't be here right now having this conversation"
"True, but you made a mistake and you are rectifying it, now you know what to do and what not to next time"
He smiles at me and I return the smile
"Thank you"
"You're welcome"
He scoots closer to me and places his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his
"I've missed you so much"
"I've missed you as well"
"Can you believe it, we're actually Parents now"
"Right, times like these are gonna be fewer, where it's just the two of us bringe watching Movies and series"
"That's true, we're gonna be so occupied, it's crazy"
"Yep"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
He kisses my forehead and unpause the show he was watching.
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swervybeans · 3 days
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Bi-Han x overworked G/N reader
A/N: Ok so spring break is over at least for me and I wanna die sooo here we are.hope you enjoy this shitty little story and requests are always open!
Description: short little Bi-Han story about a reader who studies to much and a worries boyfriend who isn't gonna let it slide.
Word count: 575
Type : SFW
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Bi-han has been working all day every day since the betrayal of his former brothers. Without the two extra people he is being worked to the bone. This all meaning he spends little to no time with you, at all. However he has noticed your…studying habits, and by habits I mean you don't eat, sleep, or take breaks unless he nags you about it. For fucks sake you fall asleep at your desk most nights. He is concerned although he doesn't say it directly.
Today was like any other, it was 11:30 at night and Bi-Han finally got to go home. He walked into the house and on his way to your shared bedroom he saw your office door slightly open, with you writing who knows what into a notebook. The lights were out beside a lamp and the glow your laptop which made the bags under your eyes very visible to the grandmaster. He sighed and went over to the kitchen where he grabbed a glass of water and your favorite snack.
When he came back he didn't knock, he never knocks. As he walks into your office. You look up at him and before you get a word in he drops the water and snack on your desk.
“Drink, eat, bed.“ He said in his normal grumpy tone as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“But I have-” you start in protest but was quickly cut off by a more stern Bi-Han.
“Don't start.“ He did that stupid thing where he points at you like you're a child. You sigh and sleepily glare at him. Unfortunately you were way too tired to give him lip a about it.
Bi-Han goes off to shower and change into something comfy. You were under strict orders to be in bed by the time he was done. You were but you were scrolling on social media…
Bi-Han came out of the bathroom. His long black hair was damp over his shoulders and a cold sent folowed him. When he saw you on your phone. He quickly walked over to you and threw it…who knows if it was cracked cuz you weren't allowed to get up and look.
“Lay down and sleep now.“ He scolds as he gets into bed.
“Asshole.“ You mumble and lay on your side so your back is to him.
He grunts and slides one arm under your waist to slide you to him. He spions you, laying his chin on the top of your head. “You're not studying tomorrow.“
“I have to, exams are coming-” you mumble back to him as you pull the blankets closer to your cold body.
“I don't care, it's not a request.“
Bi-Han is exhausted and has no patience for you to argue. “You're working yourself to death and if you die I'm counting it as another betrayal.“
You turn so you're facing him a slight furrow to your brows.
“You know that goese both ways.“
“No it does not. I am trained for this life and it is my duty. You're just a pain in the ass.“ he scowls at you as you try to make a point.
You just sigh and lay you head into his chest. “Good girl” he mubles as he kisses your head. “Now sleep and relax tomorrow.“
You nod and close your eyes.
“Ok.“
Within minutes sleep takes over you. Body snuggled against Bi-Han and surprisingly warm hands holding your hips.
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A/N: hope you liked this! Love you! Requests opennnn
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tinymoon-beam · 2 days
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Just a quick little something in honor of @jimothybarnes birthday 🩷 Featuring little Mountain because he's very special to me as are you!
Cw: a bit of Mountain's feelings about his summoning but he's ok quickly!
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Mountain sighs when he wakes up with the sun. Normally he's happy to throw his feet to the floor and get dressed to start the day. This morning is different.
He's gone through many summoning days with the pack and he always tells them it's not necessary, he appreciates them and the fact that they want to celebrate but he....doesn't.
His summoning isn't something he looks back on fondly, crawling from the Earth, cold and alone, terrified when Aether had found him...it wasn't a good memory for him. It brought up the fears of being alone and his stomach twisted into knots and his head got foggy.
Mountain didn't mean to slip, he had too much to do with Spring in full swing but he couldn't stop it and he hides his face against his bunny and sniffles.
It doesn't take Dew long to find him after that, walking into the room quietly and settling on the bed with his arms around the little earth ghoul. Dew doesn't have to ask, he knows his feelings about summoning days, his at least, so he just holds him until his shaking stops.
"Would you like to hear the plan Rain and I have or just stay here a little longer?" He runs his fingers through Mountain's hair and waits patiently for him to be able to respond.
Eventually his curiosity gets the better of him. "Can I know the plan?"
Dew smiles. "Well Rain thought maybe a walk down the path around the lake would be nice, I just think he wants to find more pretty pebbles to add to his collection but..."
Mountain giggles at that, knowing Rain always comes back with new stones when he goes down there.
"I... I'd like to do that."
"Yeah? Well you've gotta go eat some breakfast and then we'll get dressed and we'll head out."
He grabs his bunny and takes Dew's hand but he freezes when he gets to the door.
"Papi?"
"Yeah meine Liebe?"
"I don't want-" He chews his lip for a moment. "I don't want to talk about summoning..."
He knows Phantom and Aurora were itching to wish the Earth ghoul a happy summoning day but Aether had explained to them his difficulties with it. He'd let them say it eventually but he needed time to settle into the day first.
"You don't have to. No one is going to say anything until you want them to." He promised, squeezing his hand gently.
Mountain let's Dew lead him down to the kitchen, his bunny held to his face with his thumb between his lips. Rain is the first he sees, grabbing the toast from the toaster and smiling when he spots the little ghoul. Dew stands slightly behind him and holds his finger against his lips, reminding the others to not mention it. He feels Mountain's little shoulders relax when everyone just greets him as usual.
"What jam would you like, Mon amour?"
"Can I have blackberry please?" He climbs up in his chair, Dew holding it steady for him.
Rain finishes making his toast, kissing the top of his head when he sets it in front of him. Dew gets him his diluted apple juice and they sit and chat while Mountain munches on his toast quietly.
Cumulus and Aurora excuse themselves to start their part of Mountain's celebration later.
"Have a good walk, sugar!" She kisses his cheek and Aurora does the same, bouncing off happily to help Cumulus.
He finishes his toast while chatting with Dew and Rain, his feet swinging under the table, fully at ease and Dew smiles.
"Can I get dressed now?" He bounces where he sits, excited to get outside.
"Yeah." Dew laughs a little. "Is it ok if Rain helps while I clean up down here?"
He nods and takes Rain's hand, happily chatting about what he hopes to see on their walk. Dew checks in with Cumulus and Aurora first, finding them carefully following a recipe, he finds the others scattered about, everyone taking on their own task to make the day special for the earth ghoul.
Rains in the bathroom changing when Dew gets back upstairs. Mountain has his overalls on and dressed Jürgen to match him, complete with his own pair of little brown boots that look just like Mountain's.
"Want to bring your backpack in case you find anything? Just don't let Rain put any rocks in there, you'll fall over."
Rain walks out when he hears that part, rolling his eyes and patting Mountain on the head.
"I'd never make Mountain carry my stones. That's what your pockets are for."
Mountain giggles and Dew mutters under his breath while he grabs the backpack from the closet.
He walks between them, holding their hands with his bunny tucked in the big pocket on the front of his overalls. He points things out, naming them in German for Rain, the water ghoul offering the word in French, each of them still learning for eachother.
He bounces off when he spots a turtle, kneeling gently beside it. They can hear him talking quietly to it, the creature just looking at him without a care in the world, content with the little ghouls presence.
He sits on the rocks and pulls his journal out of his bag, trying to draw a picture of the turtle, legs crossed and tongue out while he focuses on trying to get the pattern on his shell just right. He runs over excitedly when he finishes, showing his picture to Rain and Dew.
"That's beautiful, pebble! It looks just like him!"
"It's perfect!" Rain points at the picture. "Turtle is Tortue."
Mountain repeats it until he's satisfied that it sounds as close to Rains pronunciation as he can get.
"For me it's Schildkröte."
Rain blinks and does his best to repeat it and Mountain giggles while he tells him that he did a good job. He bounces back to the turtle and shows him his picture, smiling when the turtle slowly wanders off. He spots a pretty blue stone where the turtle had been and grabs it quickly.
"Rain! Père look!" He freezes with big eyes when the word flies out, still not completely sure he's supposed to say it.
Rain doesn't focus on it, smiling softly and holding his hand out. "What did you find, Fleur?"
Mountain relaxes and places the stone in his palm and Rain beams at the shiny little rock.
They continue their walk, Mountain's pockets stuffed with rocks and wildflowers and acorns to take back home, Dew has a flower tucked into his braid, placed carefully by Mountain. He pauses when they get closer to home, his hands squeezing Rains and Dew's.
"Today..." He takes a second, drawing in a breath and looking to Dew, still needing his reassurance. "It's my summoning day..."
"It is."
"It's a good day." Mountain says after a moment of silence. He smiles a little crookedly. "You can say it now."
Dew pulls him into a tight hug first. "Happy summoning day, pebble."
Rain pulls him close once Dew let's go, repeating the words and pressing a kiss between his horns.
Dew texts everyone while Rain hugs the little ghoul, getting confirmation that everything is ready, reminding them to not rush or crowd him.
When they get to the front of the Abbey they spot the streamers and flowers and Aurora skips over first, giving each of them a flower crown, a specially made one just for Mountain and a tiny matching one for his bunny. She doesn't say the words but she doesn't have to and Mountain appreciates the gesture more anyway.
Swiss squeezes him when they get closer, lifting him and spinning him, the little ghoul squealing and giggling. They all give their best wishes one at a time, giving him time between each one to not overwhelm him with it.
He doesn't rush to open any gifts except for the one from Aether who insists he needs to open it. It's a little green polaroid camera and Aether had already got it ready for him. He shows him how to use it and he runs off to snap pictures of everything and everyone. Aether takes one of him and Dew and one of him with Rain and he tucks those carefully in his front pocket with his bunny.
They snack and laugh and rest in the ease of celebrating Mountain, enjoying his gentle company and the happy sunshine sound of his giggles the rest of the day.
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love-fictional-ppl · 3 days
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Dealer!Fred and George who give you weed in exchange for pussy
Fred first meets you when you approach him asking if he could hook you up.
Fred thought you were hot, so he told you after class to come to his dorm and he would give you an eighth.
When you knock on the door, George answers. He simply tilt his head inward as an invitation in. When you enter the dorm you see Fred lying on his bed rolling a joint.
Fred looks up when he hears your footsteps. He sits up, grabs a weed bag and tosses it at you. You fumble and catch it, staring awkwardly at him, “I don’t have any money.”
George laughs and snatches the weed out your hands. “Well we can’t let you take that for free,” He tells you smugly. “We gotta make a profit somehow, Love”
Fred smirks, “well, since you’re pretty, I’ll smoke this joint with you while George and I fuck you.”
You blush and contemplate whether you really want to lose your dignity for a joint. Letting your pussy think for you, you respond, “okay.”
That how you wound up on top of Fred, Joint hanging loosely from your lips. You struggled to hold yourself upright.
You hit the joint and George pulled it from your lips so he could take a hit. You shakily exhaled the smoke from your mouth, bouncing on Fred’s cock.
Fred slapped your ass and grabbed your jaw, “too high, love bug? You want Georgie to take a turn so you don’t have to do nothin’”
You were too fucked out to know what the hell he way even saying. You heard George say something like “I’m smacked.”
You nodded for Fred and muttered out a “mmhmm.”
Fred lifted you off him and layed you down next to him. Fred whispered in your ear, “Ok, now be a good girl for Georgie.”
* .♡ *:・゚✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
This is an old draft I just finished. Not Proofread!
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libby-for-life · 2 days
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Ok how about yandere Lucifer trying to woo Adam in Hell with presents and Adam’s favorite meals
You are a good idea machine! I am nothing but a humble writer!
Adam sat uncomfortably on the sofa as Lucifer hugged him. His head was on the former archangel's chest and he hummed as he ran his fingers through Adam's hair. The image was probably comical considering how tall he was.
"Adam! I almost forgot! This is for you!" Lucifer let him go and Adam took his chance to sit up and away from the devil's embrace. Adam's jaw dropped. Lucifer was holding an electric guitar made out of red metal. It even had flames on the side.
"That looks fucking sick," Adam said before gazing at the former angel with a frown. "This is for me? What's the catch?"
When Lucifer nodded. "No catch. I mean, I wouldn't be opposed if you played for me, but overall it's for you." Adam couldn't keep the grin off his face as he held the guitar. He could play music now. Lucifer chuckled and gently cupped his face but Adam pulled away with a frown. He may like the gift, but that doesn't mean he liked all the forced proximity.
Lucifer bit his lip sadly but allowed him to stay away from him. "How about we get that all plugged up so you can rock on it?"
Adam sat at the table and squirmed a bit. Lucifer said that he was making dinner but he was a bit skeptical of it all. He had never seen the angel cook so he had no idea if it were good or bad.
Suddenly, Lucifer teleported into the spacious dining room holding a plate of steaming meat. "Ribs!" Adam cried out shocked. He hadn't had a good plate of ribs in a while. It smelled so good. Lucifer smiled as he set the plate down. Adam was well aware he was being stared at as he ate but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.
"Oh, you have a little something right there," Lucifer said pointing to his cheek. Adam shrugged and tried to wipe it off with his hand a few times but he must have kept missing because Lucifer just laughed.
"Let me." Instead of grabbing a napkin, Adam sat frozen as deceptively delicate fingers brushed his cheek and came back with BBQ sauce. A blush exploded on his face as Lucifer licked his thumb obscenely, long tongue wrapping around the appendage and sucking the sauce up slowly.
Adam let out a breath, ribs momentarily forgotten, as he watched the former angel suck on his thumb before letting go with a resounding pop. "Tasty." He said before standing up. His eyes were hooded. "I'll leave you to your meal. Give me a call if you need me."
Adam stood outside on a balcony, watching Hell's lights with a contemplative look. For once, it seemed quiet. Well as quiet as it could be in Hell, but Adam was just reveling in the silence of the night.
"I thought I might find you here," Lucifer said. Adam hummed but didn't say anything as the devil leaned against the railing next to him.
"You know, Hell doesn't look too much like a shit hole right now when we're this high," Adam commented, looking down below with a critical eye.
Lucifer laughed. "It has its moments." Lucifer turned to him with a gentle smile. "You look beautiful in this lighting." Adam blushed at the compliment. "Of course I do. I'm fucking Adam."
Lucifer bit his lip before leaning in closer. A hand found its way to his neck and brought him down to his level. Adam's eyes widened, his breath picked up and he let out an embarrassing whimper when he felt Lucifer's lips at the shell of his ear. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," he breathed out, and then Lucifer gave a bruising kiss. Tongues intertwined with each other but Lucifer soon took control and Adam moaned as he felt fingers brush his bulge. How was he already hard?
"You have no idea how beautiful you look," Lucifer murmured sweetly as they broke.
Lucifer felt happy. Finally, Adam was returning his touches and kisses. Charlie had suggested the whole wooing Adam. If all else failed, then he would have resorted to drastic measures to make him reciprocate his feelings. He didn't want to force his little lamb, but if it came down to it, a few love potions wouldn't have hurt.
He hugged Adam closer who grumbled in his sleep. It's a good thing he didn't need to use them.
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danibee33 · 1 day
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Part III of undercover!Ghost 🩶
ghost x reader (callsign: Hela)
word count : 4.7k
>>> [PT 1] [PT2]
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You aren’t avoiding Ghost. Not really..
Ok, maybe you are.
The week since the undercover mission had been busier than usual, so it’s not like you don’t have an excuse for your absence- you did have other duties and responsibilities to attend to collaterally to the one-four-one. But were you using said collaterals to possibly steer clear of a certain person..? Well, that’s not important.
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“Been awhile, lil’ LT..”
You return Soap’s grin, looking up at him as you both take tentative steps- him reaching out first, and you deflecting,
“D’ya miss me that much, sergeant?” You say, eyes skimming his form, looking for any weakness in it, waiting for the right opening.
It wasn’t a planned meet up, you just needed something to do- you’ve been so restless lately, like no matter what you do, it’s never quite enough to stem the relentless flow of thoughts. Which is how you found yourself on the sparring mats opposite the equally restless man at such an ungodly hour.
“Always miss ye, hen..” Soap grunts just before lunging for you, attempting to swipe your leg but inadvertently opening himself up for you to get your arms and legs wrapped around torso- using your body weight to bring him to his knees,
“Steamin’ Jesus, lil LT- worse than a fuckin’-”
Whatever insults he might’ve tried to spew are cut off when you suddenly readjust, but he recovers quicker than you expect- lifting up and bringing you along with him,
“If ye wanted to cuddle, ye could’a just said so..” Soap says, that flirty little lilt at the edge of his words, the same one you’ve heard him use at the bar a hundred times now. And the lopsided smirk on his lips is all too familiar as he tightens his grip around your waist–
God, he’s such a fuckboy…
With a breathless groan, you switch your hold again, crossing your arm over his face in order to put distance between you while still keeping him mostly trapped,
“Shut it, MacTavish. I’m still winning, aren’t I?”
You go back and forth like this until you’re both struggling to breathe and your muscles begin to quiver with fatigue- throwing jokes and jabs easily. It had always been effortless to talk with Soap, banter with him came naturally, but you think it’s only because you two are alike in that way. Never at a loss for words to fill a silence.
And by the time you’re both thoroughly exhausted, all sweat and panting breaths as you stick uncomfortably to the mat, does he roll to his feet, brushing his hair back in the same motion,
“Always a pleasure, ma’am.” He grins, dwarfing your hand in his own as he tugs you up, “And we’re, uh, we’re goin’ out tomorrow night- or well, tonight, I s’pose.” he fumbles over his words in that adorable way he does sometimes, like a schoolboy with a crush on his teacher, “If ye’d like to come.. I can have LT text ye the details.”
At the mention of Simon, you feel the very tips of your ears begin to burn. The sergeant’s prompt too quickly bringing back all the thoughts and memories you had been trying to purge yourself of by coming here,
“Um.. Sure. No promises, though. It’s been busy, ya know..” You say, fighting to keep your tone flippant and casual- but John MacTavish is more keen than you might have given him credit for.
He walks by your side out of the gym, obviously searching for the right way to bring it up, until finally it’s almost like you can feel his own curiosity win over his better judgment,
“Ma’am.. Did somethin’ happen? On the last mission?” The next few seconds are filled with him trying, and somewhat failing but it’s amusing nonetheless, to explain why he’s asking- mostly due to your unusual absences since returning that night. The way you’ve been avoiding the entire team in favor of doing paperwork in your office-
Which you never did because you said you hated being back there on your own.
No, you always preferred to take care of those things in the common spaces, where the chances of having company were always high.
“Was it seein’ LT’s mug? I ken that’s always a bit of a shock for first timers, but-”
“What?” You interject, eyebrows raised in surprise, “No.. no, it has nothing to do with that..”
Well, that’s also not entirely true, is it? But you don’t think it’s for the reasons Soap’s imagining.. It’s more about the fact that everytime you even catch a glimpse of the giant man, you’re reminded of how handsome he was on his knees in front of you, how big his hands felt over your thighs, how his tongue-
“Well, just think ‘bout joinin’ us, won’t ye?”
The sheer amount of hope in Johnny’s voice pulls you out of your reverie, replacing the memory of amber eyes with bright cerulean ones, and that signature fucking smirk,
“Fine! Just chill out with the puppy dog eyes, MacTavish.. Begging like a damn dog.” You concede, waving him away and turning toward your hall without waiting for his reaction. But he doesn’t let you get far before you hear his chuckle, husky and chocked full of guile, bounce off the concrete walls,
“Woof, woof, lil LT..”
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Ghost doesn’t like new places.
He doesn’t like being unfamiliar with his surroundings, because he spends too much fucking time being unfamiliar in nearly every surrounding he’s sent to. He doesn’t like leaving things up to chance, doesn’t like how much more stress accumulates around his shoulders and neck- it annoys him, the ache.
But Johnny and Gaz had just been so damn adamant about trying out a new pub. One on the opposite end of town, and he can admit it’s nicer than their usual hole in the wall, but still.
Ghost doesn’t like new places.
Well, that was until he caught sight of you. And then he found himself slightly more drawn to the low lighting that danced over your skin, the way it glowed in your eyes as your survey the bar-
“Hel’s ‘ere?” He asks, downing the last nip of bourbon in his cup.
Johnny’s head whips up then, spotting you in an instant- and there’s something about his response that causes Simon’s gaze to narrow at the shorter man. It’s too… giddy, too reverent for his liking.
“Aye! Invited her the other night.”
That ache in his neck returns but somehow significantly worse.
The other night? You had been with Johnny the other night? When this entire fucking week he hadn’t been able to get three fucking seconds alone with you-
Ok, no, he hadn’t worked up to trying to just call or text, that felt too impersonal. He was shit at all that anyway, he needs to see your body language, needs to analyze all the little expressions that give away so much more than words do. But you had somehow found a way to beat him at his own game. You turned into a ghost, only ever catching your silhouette from the corner of his eye, hearing your voice but never being quick enough to be within a few meters of you.
And possibly the worst was when he would enter a room you had been recently in, the smell of you permeating the air, causing his heart to stutter just so with every deep breath.
Fucking hell..
But here you are. And at Johnny’s request, no less.
Ghost despises new places.
Yet, he does think he could learn to like the overly enthusiastic beat of the music when he sees your hips sway to the rhythm as you wait for your drink. You’re in tight jeans and a black leather jacket that fits your figure like a goddamn glove- and he swears he can feel the silk of your skin by just memory alone, the curves of your body already etched into his mind.
“Gonna get a refill.” He grunts, already walking away from the table with the empty glass in hand.
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The sound of a cup being sat on the bartop snaps you back to the present, followed by a heady rush of chills when you hear the baritone of Simon’s voice far closer to your ear than you expect,
“So, she lives.”
You let out a small breath, turning to find the burly breadth of his chest taking up nearly your entire field of view- clad in black from head to toe, which doesn’t surprise you one bit, but it’s not his usual hoodie and jacket. No, this time he’s in a black henley that fits more like a second skin, the fabric deliciously stretched over his pecs and shoulders, the top button left open to give you just a peek at the silver chain glinting underneath and… is that a tattoo?
“She does..” You say, meeting his eyes.
And you really should know better, with too many of your nights haunted by the deep amber of his irises- but the instant it happens, it’s like you’re back in that damned office all over again. The music grows faint, and the people around you turn into little more than blurs at the edge of your vision. He’s all you can feel, the heat of him, the intensity behind his gaze, the way his head tilts softly to the side, studying you as if he might be recommitting your features to memory- not that he needs to.
Because you’ve haunted him just as much. You’ve been the bane of his existence this last week, and somehow the only thing he can see when he shuts his eyes. The sole focus of his loathing and his desire-
“Ma’am, your whiskey sour-” The bartender announces from behind you, effectively breaking the spell you’ve been so wrapped up in right before you hear another small clink, “and a bourbon, neat.”
Without hesitation, Simon leans closer, big arm reaching around you to pull his glass from the bartop and the black surgical mask covering his mouth and nose down in the same motion. He keeps that same heavy gaze on you, your own eyes growing wider at the sight of his face, his crooked nose and scarred lip. You watch him take a short sip, but just as quick as it happened, his mask is back in place, and he’s stepping back,
“C’mon. Table’s over ‘ere.”
You’re not sure you’ve ever felt whiplash quite like seeing Ghost turn his back on you, easily carving a path through the patrons that fill the space-
But you are damn sure the infuriating Brit isn’t going to get the last word in this.
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Ghost can feel your stare, feel how it’s directed right at the back of his skull. A perfect kill shot if he were a betting man. But he can also hear the quiet click of your boots following after him, the tightness in his jeans growing more noticeable with every step-
Fuck.
“Lil’ LT! Glad ye’ could make it out!” Johnny shouts over the crowd, blue eyes cast in mischief and that open sort of admiration that Ghost is sure the man couldn’t hide even if he tried.
You round the table, looking up at the Scot with a devastating smile on your lips before nudging his shoulder with your own,
“Yeah, I just wanted to make sure your ego wasn’t too damaged after kicking your ass this morning, sergeant.”
“Ach! -”
Ghost can hear Johnny sputtering on and on in that terrible mashup of English and Scottish slang that’s always grated on the lieutenant’s ears- but whatever he’s saying doesn’t quite register. Instead, he can only really hear the way your laugh brightens the dim room, see the way your head tips back as you take another sip of your drink.
And it’s only then he realizes that he just wishes you would look at him like that. Wishes that he could draw the melodious sound from you, that he could be the reason you smile so brightly-
“Well, well, well-” the group looks over to see Gaz and Price meandering through the throng of bodies, the younger man with outstretched arms, “Hela! Thought you’d up and left our sorry arses!”
All Simon can do is grit his teeth as Gaz embraces you in a quick side hug, Price close behind with a warm grin even on his bearded face,
“And miss out on all the fun? You know me better than that, Garrick.” You say, raising your glass to the Captain in greeting.
So, no, Ghost doesn’t like new places.
But he can’t deny that as the next hour passes he’s smiled more than a few times at his team’s antics. And he certainly can’t say that he hasn’t missed the way you bring them all a little closer, your bubbly brand of forwardness allowing them to each get out of their heads, even if just for a little while.
“What’s this about you handin’ MacTavish's arse to him?” Price’s voice booms over the music, which has only seemed to get louder the later it gets-
Ghost watches you down the rest of your whiskey sour without so much as a flinch, your cheeks flushed such a pretty pink from the alcohol,
“I mean, is that really a surprise?” You shoot back, the man in question all but slamming his glass down on the table in rebuttal-
“Ooh- yer arse is oot the windae! I want a rematch!” Johnny’s words slur together just enough to give away how good he’s really feeling, throwing an arm over your shoulder, “Watcha say, lil LT? And this time we’ll have a proper judge, right Cap? No cheatin’-”
It really isn’t fair how you lean into him as you chuckle, that ache in Simon’s neck creeping up again at the sight.
Christ alive, why can’t he just get it together? Why does he care? You’ve never been one to shy away from physical touch… but fuck all if it doesn’t eat at him.
“Oi, who wants another round?” Gaz, thankfully interjects, drawing everyone’s attention with a collective and resounding sound off.
The others waltz away through the crowd in the direction of the bar, everyone but you- standing across from Ghost at the table, toying with the toothpick in your glass,
"Late night spar, huh?" You don't miss the added gruffness in his tone, or the fact that he refuses to look at you now, staring somewhere over your head.
And if you were a better woman, you wouldn't feel the need to play into his offputting display of jealousy- but you're you after all.. and he's Ghost. So, you give a little hum before plucking the tiny skewer from your cup,
"Couldn't sleep.." You shrug, looking up at him under you lashes, his eyes already on the maraschino cherry that drips down your fingers, "Figured I'd do something a little more productive since I was up anyway-"
Simon tracks your hand, falling right into your terrible little game as you bring the fruit to your lips- it's tooth achingly sweet when you finally bite into it, mixed with the burn of whiskey. And it's when the juice runs down your chin that you meet his gaze, swiping up the liquid on your thumb, he watches with a severity that sends a dangerous chill up your spine- not even daring to blink as you suck the digit clean.
You know he's keenly aware of exactly what you're doing, but that doesn't stop the lust and satisfaction from rushing through you at his deep growl- those coppery eyes darker than you've ever seen.
All too innocently, you flash him a smile, "I think I'll have one more.. you want anything, sir?"
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Ghost thinks he can feel the crystal glass in his hand begin to splinter under his grip, unable to tear his eyes away from the red stain on your lips- it's enough to drive him mad.
He gives you a curt shake of his head, knowing that if he had another drink, he might lose whatever vague sense of self-control he's clinging onto so precariously.
And instead of watching you walk away, he turns toward the pool tables, needing something to do with his hands- because if he clenched them any fucking tighter he think he might draw blood with the way his blunt nails dig into his calloused palm.
Without waiting for the others, he racks the balls before picking up a cue stick and breaking the formation- moving around the table just as Johnny sidles up to him,
"Did’nae take ye for a billiards guy, LT.." He says, quickly working to chalk up his own cue.
Gaz and Price follow soon after, eager to join in on teams- and it works, for a short time anyway to distract him. If he can just stay focused on making each shot, then he won't have time to think about you. But, that's a rather silly notion, isn't it? Because sure enough, just as he leans in to take a shot, he spots you bump elbows with his Scottish counterpart.
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"Here to give me some good luck, lil LT?" Johnny looks down at you with a lopsided grin, both hands wrapped around the cue stick as he leans on it.
You take a slow sip of your drink, just enough time to glance at Simon- sleeves now pulled up to expose the thickly corded muscles of his forearms and the faded black ball cap on his head turned backwards. He's calculated in his shot, efficiently knocking a striped ball into the nearest pocket-
"I don't think you want any of my luck, sergeant.." You drawl, eyes flitting up to see his deep blue ones already on you, "Can't say I have the best track record when it comes to that."
Soap's chuckle is warm and laced with silk in your ears, watching him copy his superior's movements, finessing his own cue to score a bankshot. Gaz is next, followed by Price, and you follow them ardently, moving around the table as they go until it's back to Ghost-
"Aye, LT-" Johnny calls, "Why don't you show Hela how to do a jump.."
You've managed to get close enough to the towering man now that he has to look down at you before glaring back at his sergeant,
"'m sure she can figure it out on 'er own, Johnny."
"I've actually never really played." You say before your better judgment can stop your mouth from moving- maybe you have had a little much to drink.
And the way Simon's jaw clenches, having taken off his mask as the other patrons slowly dispersed, makes your core tighten- biting the fleshy inside of your cheek between your teeth. You shouldn't push it. You’ve done enough of that already, haven’t you?
Yet, in one swift motion, Simon's hand is on your hip, the other taking the half-empty cup from your grasp before positioning your body in front of his. It isn't exactly gentle, there's a roughness to his movements that put you on edge, a stiffness in his voice that only stokes the the fire in your belly,
"Hold it 'ere.." You take the stick in your hand, the wood still hot from his touch, "and 'ere."
When you grab it this time, he covers your hand, easily repositioning it further down- "Like that."
Very suddenly, you're regretting putting yourself in this situation, so swept up in the feeling of Simon all but dwarfing you, his proximity far more intoxicating than any of the alcohol you've consumed tonight, that you don't notice the sly smirk on Gaz's face- nor the knowing looks shared between your teammates.
In your defense, Simon makes it hard to concentrate on much of anything with the way he slowly leans into you, urging you to bend forward- his hold light but still strong enough to make the slightest adjustments to your stance,
"Lift your elbow now." He mutters, his breath tickling over your exposed shoulder, your jacket left slung over the nearest chair. But it's his hand that catches you off guard, because unlike every other movement he's made with purpose and intention, a man simply doing a job; when he moves now, it's slow, his fingers grazing up your side before softly caressing the skin of your arm,
"Good."
You shift on your feet, your body feeling like it might combust at any moment, the one word spoken in his brassy accent threatening to unravel you on the spot.
The next few moments seem to pass in a blur, you feel him lean in just a bit closer, his left arm bracing over you on the edge of the table as his right hand lands right behind yours on the stick. Whatever he does after is more like a magic trick than logic, rushing the tip downward on the ball with enough force to nearly jerk you forward, but with enough finesse that the little sphere hops off the table- knocking what you assume was the intended target into its pocket.
It takes longer than you're proud of to recover, scrambling to put a bright smile on your face, moving when he does and hoping to whatever deities might exist that it's dark enough to hide the red hue of your cheeks,
"Look at that, a natural, ma'am!" Gaz shouts, clapping a wide palm over your back- and you try to force out a laugh, try to keep your eyes away from the dark form that's moved back towards the table now.
Away from you.
And you wish it didn't make your stomach twist, seeing him pull his mask back on and fixing his ballcap again so that the bill sits low over his eyes-
"Headin' out, Simon?" Price speaks up, an unlit cigar propped lazily between his lips now.
Simon gives his signature nod, which barely a perceptible gesture, but you're all used to it enough by now. The captain, already out past his bedtime, is happy to begin rounding up his own belongings as well, urging the sergeants to get it together and get to the truck,
"I call shotgun!" Soap calls over his shoulder, already barreling towards the exit, Garrick hot on his heels,
"Fuckin' hell.." Price grumbles, looking back at you, "Need a lift, love?"
"No, I'm good. See you tomorrow, Cap." You say, a tired smile reassuring him enough that you would get home-
And just like that, the once bustling pub is more like a ghost town when you step out into the crisp night air, watching the tail lights flicker away. You had gotten a taxi here, but you feel too wired to call for one now- your body felt like it was vibrating, still so lost in the fading memory of what happened inside. But maybe you were just imagining it.. maybe you had let those lines between reality and fantasy blur a little too close for comfort.
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Simon climbed into the driver's seat, his hands hitting the steering wheel before ripping the hat and mask off and throwing them onto the dash-
"Fuck."
What was he thinking? He should have never given into it, never touched you the way he did, held you, gotten close enough to feel you against him again. Should have never fed the monster.
God-fucking-damn MacTavish and his annoying fucking antics, never knowing when to quit. Ever since the undercover mission, the man had been a hound with a scent. Testing and prodding and sticking his damned nose in places it didn't belong-
Simon loathes new places.
But there you are. Standing under the milky glow of the street lamp, your hands tangled in your hair and your cheeks puffed in frustration. And so fucking beautiful he can't stand it.
He should leave. He needs to go back to base, needs to take a shower so cold it hurts, needs to bury himself in work just like you did. He needs, he needs, he needs.
Yet, he doesn't do any of those things.
No, like the awful, depraved man he is, he steps out of the truck and makes a beeline right for you- which, looking back on it, might not have been the best course of action because the instant you see his hulking frame he watches how you go on the defensive. Your posture stiffening and your hand reaching for one of your many concealed weapons if he knows you like he thinks he does.
That's ok though, he imagines you could stab him right here in the parking lot and he wouldn't mind one bit. Hell, you could slit his throat and he would smile as he bled out at your feet.
Thankfully, you do neither of those things.
And as soon as you're within reach, he's got those big hands framing your face, crushing his lips to yours.
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Shock is all you can register at first. Your mind and body flooded by adrenaline, ready for a fight when you initially saw the shadowed figure coming for you. But in those same few seconds, you recognized him, recognized every purpose driven stride, the steady sway of his shoulders-
Though him kissing you hadn't necessarily been on the list of things you had expected.
You're pulled to your tiptoes, and for a moment you think it might be a dream, the way he audibly groans when your lips begin to move against his. But he doesn't relent, and you don't want him to. So you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as your muscles can catch up to your thoughts.
You feel his tongue gently glide over your bottom lip, a gentle urging for you to reciprocate- which you're more than happy to oblige. The kiss turning somehow more heated, sloppy even, something you had never experienced yet something that you never want to end.
But all too soon, he does pull away, his fingers threading through your hair, "I'm sorry-"
Again, hearing Simon Riley apologise was just not on the bingo card for tonight.
He presses his forehead to yours, your heavy breaths mingling with his, remnants of whiskey and bourbon filling your nostrils,
"Sorry?" You look up at him, eyebrows tightly knitted, "For what?"
"The mission.. I shouldn't have- I didn't-" --he stumbles over his words, scarred lips finally pulling into a grimace, "Hel, is it true?"
The way his gaze bores into you feels intimate, like he's trying to peel you apart, "Gonna have to be a little less vague there.. I'm smart, but I can't read minds."
Your breathy chuckle helps to ease the tension, if such a thing were possible with how close he still holds you,
"That you've never been with anyone, like that.."
Oh. GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU, MACTAVISH.
When you take a step back, he reluctantly lets you go, his expression faltering for a moment- and you hate it. Hate that you had possibly hurt him- but you just needed space to put it all together, to try to explain.
"Yes.." his face falls even more, and it's like you can feel the shame that radiates from him, your hands reaching for him on their own, fingers tangling into the fabric of his shirt, "But I wanted it.. I wanted.. you. I want you- jesus, fuck- I'm so bad at this."
"You didn't say anythin'.."
You shake your head, a laugh huffing through you as you look to the inky sky above, "Would it have changed anything?"
"I wouldn't have-"
"You wouldn't have done what you did? Why?"
That seems to stump him, his mouth opening and then closing, opening again, "You deserved more."
"Simon, just because I've never had sex doesn't mean I'm completely naive.." You initiate the kiss this time, mimicking the way he had held your face, pulling him closer, "I'm under no illusion that it's suppose to be this magical moment-"
He eagerly returns your kiss, an arm wrapping around your waist as you continue, "And, let's be honest, having 'The Ghost' on his knees was waaayy better than sex."
You feel his smile right before he bends down and hoists over his shoulder,
"Simon!"
But, your shrieks and giggles fall on deaf ears, hands smacking at his back in a lame attempt to wiggle free, "Mm.. no, no, keep screamin' my name, sweet girl. I like the way it sounds."
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a/n: this one got away from me… but your honor, they’re down so bad for each other 😭 thank you for reading!!
[PT 4] (coming soon)
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So like, Lucifer x reader but the reader is in labor? 😙👉👈
Yay, A baby
Pairing: Lucifer x F!reader
Warnings: Language, baby's, a suicide joke srry
Wordcount: 675
Note: something about them being in a hospital in hell to have a baby is rlly funny to me. also Charlie doesn't exist in this.
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"Oh shit" You whispered as you suddenly felt a wet feeling in your panties. Before you could even realize what was happening a sharp pain wracked your whole body.
You groaned loudly as you called for Lucifer. His face was flushed as he ran out of his studio to see you standing there holding your belly.
"Oh is the baby coming" He asked. Your eyes narrowed as you stared at the man who seemed very calm. For once.
"No, Luci I'm just chilling you know" you said annoyed as another contraction hit you. "Ok these are too close together" You groaned as you wrapped your hands around yourself.
The two of you already knew the baby was going to come any day now. So there was a bag by the entrance of the door with supplies for a new born.
Lucifer teleported you to the only hospital in hell. Considering not everyone was just casually having a baby.
As you were settled into a bed the contractions were getting worse and worse. Yet you weren't even close to being dilated enough to even start pushing.
"How you feeling" Lucifer asked.
"I'm gonna kill myself" You deadpanned sitting straight up trying to move the pillows.
"How about after the baby's born" He says running his hands up and down your back.
He then moved a pillow under your hips and put multiple behind your head so you would be as comfortable as possible.
"She better not look like you or I will actually cry" You say squirming around to trying to get in a good position.
For hours you and Lucifer just talked as the nurse had begun to give you pain medicine. Again the pain was getting worse. Lucifer got a nurse to check on you because he wasn't sure if it was normal to be in this much pain.
The nurse was checking on your dilation progress as you groaned in pain. The cheery nurse suddenly stood up and announced that you could start pushing. However the anxiety about the fact that you were having a baby suddenly hit.
"No." You said as Lucifer and the nurse looked at you confused. "I can't have a baby. Nope. No. This isn't happening'" You heaved.
"My love... look at me" Lucifer said grabbing your hand to hold. "Your having our baby right now and your gonna squeeze my hand till you break it" He avowed.
You just shook your head but you couldn't stop yourself as you began to push. You squeezed Lucifers hand so hard as you screamed in pain. At this point the tears had begun flowing and you couldn't stop them.
"Your doing so good... come on baby your so close" he assured as he reached his hand up to wipe your tears.
You pushed again as you screamed in pain but suddenly some pressure had been removed. Your eyes opened so quickly as suddenly a blaring cry surrounded the room.
You looked up at Lucifer with your mouth open as they began cleaning up your little girl.
"We have a fucking baby" Your murmured as the nurse began walking over to put her in your hands.
She lowered the baby into your hands. Your baby's hands latched onto your pointer finger making you cry harder. The feeling of her soft skin touching yours was enough to make you sob.
"Do you see that" You cry looking up at Lucifer who had tears in his eyes as he watched you with your baby.
"I do my love" He smiled wiping away a tear. "Oh god she's beautiful" He said grabbing a chair and putting it next to the bed so he could sit next to you easily.
"I know" You cry.
Lucifer puts his arm on your back as he sits there with you just looking down at your beautiful girl. The three of you sat in complete silence. Too scared to say anything that could potentially disturb her or disturb the feeling you both had.
The feeling that everything had fallen into place.
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lethargicmouse · 2 days
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tell us your favorites everlark fics
Thanks for the ask!! They make me very excited lol. I honestly don’t read a lot of everlark lol, I’m more of a hayeffie fan with a side of everlark. Just becuase I feel like mother Suzanne did a good job with them in the books. But truly, a lot of my fav hayeffie ships are from either Peeta or Katniss’ perspective.
The ones listed here are mostly post epilogue (:
( I lied they are all post epilogue.)
this is the first day of my life by sam_writes_fics @sam-loves-seb ----> "It’s not perfect. None of them are perfect. But that’s not the point. // katniss and peeta and haymitch and effie and their life after everything;" I LOVE THIS IT WAS GOOD
You Are in Love (Everlark's Version) by bored_author ---> "A collection of one-shots about Katniss and Peeta working through their traumas, together." This is probably the most everlark one on here. It was cute
The Team Trap by EllanaSan @ellainthetardis (my queen omg) ---> "'What’s the very good reason that’ll get her to come?/ Katniss asked. Peeta was silent for a moment, his hand stilled on her back. 'It involves a technical white lie.' In her experience, lies were hardly ever technical or white." I love EllanaSan with my entire heart.
End of the World by FernWithy ---> Ok this is a very Haymitch centered series but it literally rocked my world and I think everyone needs to read this. There is some awesome POV's of characters you rarely hear from. Delly gets the spotlight she deserves and Peets gets it, too. It's a wonderful, long read that I'd highly reccomend.
Sorry there isn't more! I have lots of other fics that I really enjoy that are from Peeta or Katniss' view that are just more Hayeffie centric (linked under the line (: ), I tried to pull the more Everlark ones for you !
they got no idea (about me and you) by fckingpoetry ---> "peeta looks for advice on how to keep katniss safe in the arena and walks in on haymitch and effie sleeping in the same bed." I cannot stress how much I love this author. And any fic where the kids find out about Effie and Haymitch makes me giggle.
The Clue in the Yoghurt by EllanaSan ---> "In retrospect, Haymitch should have known something was up the morning he walked into his kitchen, rubbing his face to chase the remnants of sleep, and found Katniss pilfering his fridge." So silly, Katniss accidental pregnancy and it makes me smile to see hayeffie acting like the parents they are.
Sprinkled on Your Life by KarlyBING ---> "With all her silliness, shallowness, and overbearing ways, Effie had still cried while holding her after coming back from the arena, she was the one to publicly unite them during the Quell, cared for her during a war, braided her hair when she was too depressed to do it herself, made her wedding dress out of worn cotton shirts and second-hand wool, held her hands after delivering her first child, changed diapers at 3 am so Peeta and her could sleep a couple more hours, taught her children how to say please and thank you, and still made her hot chocolate every rainy day without even having to ask." I cried. So much. For only 1,801 words. A nice look at mama!Effie and darling Katniss.
that which resembles a grave (but isn't) by ifonlyiwasawriter ---> "Haymitch finds Katniss covered in dirt in his backyard; there is an explanation for this, but not one that either of them likes." Haymitch and Katniss, lovely very traumatized father and very traumatized daughter bonding.
Any way I love Haymitch and Effie goodnight !
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comforting satoru in the months after the night parade of a hundred demons. you are a former classmate, who graduated alongside satoru and shoko. despite being shot down for months, you persist on trying to comfort him.
mourning, character death, no dialogue, implied satosugu if you squint. ur both not ok. i wrote this because i rely on dialogue too much. it's super short!
Satoru had changed—there was no doubt. After the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, something inside him broke for good. Both of you had quietly hoped Suguru would return, that somehow he could avoid punishment. That day never came, despite years of waiting, and now it never would.
You vividly recall the day your cell phone rang, breaking Satoru's usual pattern of self-reliance. He was a natural at almost everything he tried (it seriously was a piss off), but on the other end of the line was a broken man. He didn’t need to voice the words; you had an innate understanding. It was always that way between you two. You knew Suguru was gone.
Satoru Gojo had a knack for keeping people at arm's length. He was 'the Strongest,' and he didn't appreciate how you could always sense when something troubled him. Your eyes softened when you were alone, the subtle checks to ensure he ate, and your consistent efforts to reach out—through letters, texts, or in person. You knew his Infinity would hinder you, but you persisted. With every brick he placed to build up his walls, you were on the other side with your own set of tools; a determined demolitionist.
The period after was a blur. Was it days? Weeks? Months? Time seemed meaningless as you sat in the morgue with Shoko, the only other person who truly comprehended what Satoru might be going through—but she was mourning, too. After all, you were once classmates and friends. The way she chain-smoked in silence, her lack of words mirrored yours. Occasionally, Satoru joined you both, but he and Shoko only discussed business. He didn't engage with you- and Shoko just wasn't as emotionally attuned as you, and that was okay, you’d never hold that against her. Everyone plays different roles in this world.
It was a while before you truly heard from Satoru again. He had a way of presenting himself as fine, radiating happiness—especially in front of his students. He engaged with them, laughed, stirred up mischief, yet emotionally, he maintained a distance. It concerned you that no one else seemed motivated to try and reach him. Perhaps they weren't as naive as you, believing they could break through. His request for you to watch his house for a few days puzzled you. It seemed unnecessary; surely he could afford to hire someone. Nonetheless, you agreed.
His apartment was cold, barebones, and modern. It suited him—a man rarely at home. Just a space for sleep when he wasn't teaching or battling curses across the country. Old clothing lay strewn about, a few dishes scattered. The ambiance felt solitary. You wondered: was he truly living, or merely existing?
Hours passed, time an elusive, unreachable concept lately. Being here for a few days justified sorting his clothes into the hamper and doing some dishes. There was nothing better to occupy your time, and he might appreciate the gesture. While rinsing cups in hot, soapy water, your mind wandered. Perhaps if you'd been closer to Suguru, you might know how to help Satoru now. Maybe Suguru could have shared the secret, but likely there was none. Suguru wasn't you, and you weren't him. Their bond was special, something you couldn't grasp. That wasn't necessarily bad, though it felt so—Ouch! Your hand under the scalding water snapped you out of that train of thought (maybe for the best).
Cold water relieved the small burn. You searched for bandages around the apartment, not eager to rummage but forced by the forming blister on your finger. As you explored cupboards and shelves, thoughts circled back to Satoru. While tending to your wound on the couch, a question arose: did Satoru always feel this way? When 'the Strongest' is down, who's there to pick him up?
Grieving for Suguru lately made you furious. Did Suguru not comprehend Satoru's willingness to let him return? That Satoru would have done anything to anyone to ensure his safe return to Jujutsu Society?  Suguru's flawed philosophies often left you contemplating and upset. Blaming a dead man for everything was too easy, but unjust.
Surveying the showroom-like apartment, your frustration grew and you teared up. You weren't Suguru, you weren’t strong– but maybe you were strong enough to lift Satoru—if only he allowed it.
Satoru had convinced himself there was no one else. Back in high school, he accepted it. There would never be anyone like Suguru Geto—no one coming close to understanding the weight he bore. To be a weapon before a human, a tool with a face, a means to an end. Yet, you persisted. He detested (perhaps a strong word) how you saw through him, how deeply you cared.
In truth, he wanted that. He just wished it didn't feel so vulnerable. He wasn't meant to be vulnerable—or that's what he felt. He appreciated every ignored text, every rejected hug, every lunch left on his desk at Jujutsu Tech, but fear overwhelmed him. How did you see through him so effortlessly? How could he be sure you wouldn’t leave?
He resented himself for not letting you in. He wanted to, truly, but the walls he built didn't just bar others out; they trapped him too. Coming home to find you asleep on the couch, curled up, blanketless and tear-stained, changed something. Maybe it was your unintended display of vulnerability, the secluded setting, or his own exhaustion. The reason mattered little.
With care to be quiet, he slipped into his bedroom, retrieving the comforter from his bed—the sole blanket in the apartment—and gently draped it over your sleeping figure. Kneeling by your side, he gently wiped away the tear stains from your cheek. It had been a long time since he allowed himself to touch you, or anyone for that matter. His breath caught when you stirred, your eyes meeting his. For once, you were unobstructed by any blindfold or infinity.
Without hesitation, you shifted from the cushion, pulling him into your arms, guiding his head to rest against your neck. He loathed this—knowing you understood his unspoken desires, yet grateful he didn't have to verbalize them. This vulnerability was taxing enough. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around you.
And then, he cried.
It felt awful, comforting, almost amusing. Only a few silent tears fell before he composed himself, easing into your embrace as best he could from their awkward position. He almost chuckled at himself—for all the fear he harbored about opening up, finding such reassurance in your arms made it seem absurd. Shifting slightly, he settled back on the couch, intertwining both of your limbs and enveloping both of you in the blanket.
As you moved to speak, he gently hushed you with a finger to your lips. You understood, as you always did—this wasn't something he wanted acknowledged aloud. Bodies pressed together, his head nestled against your chest, holding onto you so tightly it felt as though you might meld into one. He was utterly exhausted.
Time remained elusive, now for a different reason. Your fingers combing through his soft hair, the sweet scent of his shampoo lingering in the air. The rhythm of your breathing and heartbeats creates a tempo for this rare and peculiar intimacy. For the first time in ages, perhaps since high school, Satoru didn't feel like 'the Strongest’. He felt painfully human, finding safety in your embrace.
This apartment, that was never quite a home, suddenly felt like one in your arms.
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Okay so your 'eating girl for the first time' was really good advice, i've been with my girl for almost 2 years. and when it comes to having sex we really do everything, but we never tried using strap because i have no experience with that thing. Idk? Can you give me some advice or something, beacuse i know how bad she wants to me use a strap on her.
Ok love, how long have you got?
First; shop together. Talk about what gets you both hot under the collar when you look at it. Try not to be too judgemental of each other's preferences - one of you might want super realistic, the other might want wild colours and crazy shapes. There's no right or wrong. Just talk it through, ideally until you can't keep your hands off each other.
When it arrives, you don't have to try it out right away. If you want to, that's great, go for it! But you might be having a busy day, and you're gonna want to give yourself time. In the meantime, when you're on your own, try it on. Practise putting the harness on, get it fitting how you want it. Feel the weight of your strap between your legs, take it in your hand, see how it feels when you stroke it. Look at yourself in the mirror. Get comfortable. You're allowed to enjoy this.
Send her a photo if you want to get her riled up.
When you're ready, one day when you're both desperate for each other, when you've got plenty of time, give her everything she loves. Kiss her neck, play with her clit, go down on her, get her so fucking desperate for you. Some girls need to come before they can take being fucked; if that's your girl, you know what to do.
When you know she needs it, when she begs for you to fuck her, ask her;
How do you want me to fuck you?
With any luck, you'll hear the words "I need you to fuck me with your strap. I need you inside me. Now."
Let her watch you put it on; watch her drinking you in.
Even if she's wet, a bit of lube won't go amiss. Pump it into your hand and take the time to get your strap nice and warm and wet for her.
The first time, you're gonna want her on her back. Let's not overcomplicate things. Plus, it lets you keep eye contact so you know exactly how she's feeling.
Get yourself on your knees between her legs and pull yourself in close. Take your strap in one hand, and hold her hip with the other. You're going slow. Guide the tip towards her cunt, trace a line up and down, making sure she's spread and ready for you.
And then ask her,
Do you need me inside you?
Slip inside. Slowly. Let her feel every inch filling her up. Keep checking in with her. Enjoy the way she begs for more, tells you how big you are, her moans, the way her eyes wide when you hit that spot.
Start moving slowly and gently - be mindful of the angle of your hips, roll back and forth; to start with, think about mirroring what you know she loves when you fuck her with your fingers.
Little by little, exaggerate the movements she enjoys the most. Keep hold of her hips; you'll need this to steady yourself but she'll also probably love the feeling of your thumbs on that little spot inside her hipbones. There's a little nerve that runs through there and it just...heightens everything.
Stay up on your knees if you can. You'll be more in control, the angle will probably be better for her and you'll both be able to enjoy the show.
You are absolutely allowed to watch your strap sliding in and out of her cunt. Tell her how gorgeous she feels. Tell her how much she's turning you on. How well she's taking it.
You can feel the pressure when she starts getting close to coming for you. Enjoy it, and make sure you're paying attention to every stroke - this is the time you're most likely to accidentally slip out (and it's VERY common for people to not immediately notice!) - if that happens, just guide your strap with your hand and tell her how good she feels as you sink back into her cunt.
Your girl might not be able to come from penetration alone - don't put any expectations on her. If she needs it, ask her to play with her clit while you fuck her. You'll get a hell of a show.
Don't forget your own pleasure. This might actually be really overwhelming for you. The orgasms that come from fucking your girl just right can be more incredible than anything you've ever felt. Listen to your body, keep talking to your girl and see where the night takes you.
There's so much more to explore, but this is your first time. You don't have to try every position right away. Don't rush it.
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In The Name of Love | Chapter 34
Previous chapter | Epilogue (coming out on Monday)
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I've been back in Barcelona for a couple of months now, and so far everything has been great.  
I took my mum to Rome, where we stayed for a week doing all the touristy things you could think of, eating our weight in gelato, and having long conversations that have made us understand each other a lot better, finally managing to have a good relationship. 
I also went with Marina and David to Mykonos, a place they both had always dreamt to visit. Though it wasn't as dreamy as they thought. After a couple of days struggling to find somewhere that wasn't too crowded or full of tourists, we decided to just stay at our villa. During the day we would lay in the sun, take advantage of our private swimming pool or just sleep and relax, and at night we would sit outside drinking some wine, talking and laughing about anything and everything. We realized that we didn't need to go to a fancy place to have fun. Being together was all that mattered.
And now I am back home, getting everything ready for the new school year, feeling as excited about it as I did the first time I got to properly teach.
"Do you remember how we spent the day before looking through both your wardrobe and mine trying to find the perfect outfit for your first day as a teacher?" Silvia asks me while we are chilling on the sofa.
"I remember that the house was a mess afterwards."
"Yeah, that too" she laughs. "But you looked really cute."
"I did, didn't I? I got many compliments from the other teachers. One of them even tried to flirt with me."
"I mean, it was a really nice dress. Do you still have it?"
"I gave it away when we did that big spring cleaning a couple of years ago."
"Oh, shame… But have you kept any photo where you are wearing it?"
"Of course I have. You made me take a bunch before I left for work so I could remember that day" I laugh.
"I was a proud mum" Silvia smiles. "Can you search for them?"
"Just promise not to make fun of me if I look ridiculous" I say, unlocking my phone. "It was a different time."
"You didn't look ridi… Val. Val, hey, what is it?" 
"Nothing."
"Then why are you crying? That bad are those photos?"
"No, it's just… I hadn't realized… today."
"Uh?" Silvia says with a confused look.
"Today is my anniversary with Pedri… or was. And the memories thing on my phone showed me a photo of us together and…"
"Aww, Val. I'm sorry."
"It's ok" I say, wiping away my tears. "It's a good memory."
"Can I see it? The photo with him, I mean."
"Sure" I reply, giving her my phone. "It's at his secret beach as he called it, the one where he took me when we started seeing each other. The 14 of each month we would try to go there to watch the sunset and eat something, and we would spend our time talking about the most random things until it got dark and too cold. It was just us, and it was… perfect."
"It does sound perfect" she smiles.
"Today it is so hot that we would have probably gone for a swim and then buy some ice cream."
"What if… what if we do that?"
"What?" I ask.
"Go for a swim and buy some ice cream. I know I am not him, but…"
"I would love that" I smile. 
"Great" Silvia says, getting up from the sofa and offering me her hand. "Shall we?"
"Let's go."
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"You don't have to do it, Val."
"I know. But I want to" I say, opening the car's door. After going for a swim and getting some ice cream with Silvia, I asked her to drive me to the beach Pedri and I used to go to. For some reason, I felt like I needed to be there today. 
"Do you want me to go with you?" she asks.
"Please" I nod.
We walk in silence, Silvia holding my hand and giving it little squeezes as we get closer to the lookout from where you can see the whole beach. 
"This is beautiful, Val" she says.
"It is" I whisper, taking in the view. There are a couple of fluffy clouds here and there, the sea is calm, and the light is making the sand look almost golden. The sand. There is someone walking on the sand, someone… It can't be. 
"Ouch, Val! That hurts!" Silvia says when I squeeze her hand as if my life depended on it.
"It's him."
"What?"
"Down there" I say, my eyes fixed on the beach. "That's him. He's here."
"Who… Oh, shit. That is him."
"What do I do, Silvia?" 
"Go down there, of course!"
"What? No! I can't… I can't do that."
"You can and you will, Val. Go tell Pedri that you still love him and that you want to spend the rest of your life with him." 
"But what if he doesn't want to see me? What if he has moved on?" I say, looking at him while he kicks the sand.
"Val, do you really think that if he had moved on, he would be here on a day like today?"
"I…"
"Besides, what has Ferran been telling you all these months?"
"That he still loves me."
"Exactly. So go down there and get back with your teenage boy."
"He isn't a teenager anymore" I chuckle.
"Even better."
"But Silvia…"
"You were waiting for destiny to give you a sign, right? Well, this is it. Now go" she says, pushing me towards the stairs.
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"Ok, Valeria. You can do this" I say to myself. He is standing with his back to me and looking at the sea, completely oblivious of the fact that I am behind him, that I also am here. "Pedri?" I call, my voice sounding all squeaky. But he doesn't say anything, just shakes his head. "Pedri" I say again, this time a bit louder.
"Yeah, I've completely lost it" he laughs, running a hand through his hair. 
"Lost what?" I ask.
"My sanity, Val. I can hear your voice as if you were here with me."
"I am here, Pedri."
"You are in my head."
"I'm here" I repeat, putting my hand on his shoulder, my touch making him flinch.
"That's an illusion. I've completely lost my mind, you aren't real."
"I am real and I am here" I say, now moving to be in front of him. "Open your eyes, Pedri."
"No."
"What?"
"If I open my eyes you will leave."
"I'm not going anywhere, Pedri" I say, caressing his cheek and wiping away a tear.  
"I can't lose you again, Val" he says, resting his hand on top of mine. 
"You won't, because I am not going anywhere. Please open your eyes."
"I can't."
"Pedri, please" I beg him. Now I am the one who is crying. 
"Val…"
"I'm not going anywhere, Pedri. I promise. I want to be with you, to spend the rest of my life with you, to fight for this, for us. And I don't care if I have to do it against a horde of crazy teenagers, bullies like Isabel, or judgy parents who have nothing better to do than gossip. I'm done with letting people's opinions rule my life." 
"Val…" he repeats, his voice now almost a whisper.
"You know, I've never believed in love at first sight" I continue. "I always thought it was something from fairy tales, something that didn't exist. But then, on a day like today, in a club I had never set foot before, I met you and you completely changed my mind. Because I fell in love the moment we locked eyes and you smiled at me, Pedri. It was all that smile, to be honest. The one that by now you know makes me giggle like an idiot and feel funny things in my stomach. And when I think of the way you made me feel when you kissed me, when you…"
"Made you scream my name on the rooftop?" he smirks, opening one eye.
"I was going to say it in a more cheesy way and you just ruined it."
"Damn it" he chuckles. "You saying something like that happens once in a blue moon."
"It does. And when it happens, it is because of you. Because I love you, Pedri. I love you in a way I've never loved anyone before, and in a way I think I will never love anyone else. It's you. It's you, Pedri" I say, both my hands cupping his face, my eyes fixed on his now that both of them are finally open. "It is and will always be you. Only you" I whisper. 
"Can we kiss now or are you gonna keep being cheesy?" he smiles. And it is that smile, the one that completely disarmed me the night we met. 
"Idiot.”
"No one calls me idiot the way you do."
"I know" I smile back.
"But before we kiss…" he says. "Can I confess something?” 
"Ok."
"Ferran has been telling me almost daily to not give up, to be patient, that you still loved me and wanted me back, that we are destined to be together… So to keep reminding myself of all that, I've been coming here every 14 since you left, hoping that somehow you would show up."
"Really?"
"Yeah… I know it was a bit stupid because I knew you were in Manchester, but… I don't know. I just felt like I had to, you know?"
"It isn't stupid, Pedri. Because today I felt like I had to come here, it was like something was calling me… You."
"Glad to know my plan worked out" he laughs. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"I had missed your laugh" I shrug. "But that won't happen ever again. And do you know why?"
"Enlighten me, Valeria" he says with a teasing smile.
"It won't happen again because I'm not going anywhere, Pedri. I promise."
"Are you sure? Because you know how serious our promises are. You can't go back on it now" he says.
"I won't. I'm here to stay" I say, putting my hand over his heart. "Forever."
"Forever" he whispers before finally kissing me. 
At first it is a very soft kiss, almost shy. But it doesn't take us too long until we are kissing as if our lives depended on it, as if we needed the other to breathe. 
"I love you, Val" Pedri says when we manage to break apart. "I love you and I'm planning on telling you every hour of every day of the rest of my life."
"Isn't that a bit too much?" I laugh.
"It actually won't be enough."
"Dear lord, Pedro. You are so cheesy" I laugh again.
"Only for you, Val. Only for the love of my life" he smiles. "Happy anniversary, by the way."
"Happy anniversary" I reply with a matching smile before we start kissing again, the sun setting behind us as it did that first time on this beach. Like it did that first night at his house when he made me feel things I had never felt before. 
The night that even if my brain kept denying it, my heart was already completely his.
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wip wed: rockstar/coffee shop/bookstore au
There is an event on the GaleHeart discord for fics about Gale and Shadowheart's first time and instead of being normal or sane and just writing a little thing, I have invented an AU that is somehow both a bookstore (Gale is one of the booksellers) and coffee shop (there's a coffee shop in the bookstore and Shadowheart works there) and a rock band (Shadowheart is in a band with Karlach, Lae'zel, and Wyll) AU all at once.
Anyway! Two snippets. One is Gale showing some rizz and the other is when he first meets Lae'zel. In this universe, Lae'zel and Shadowheart are already dating but it's an open relationship and Shadowheart already has told Lae'zel about wanting to date Gale. Gale is the one who was not sure if Lae'zel truly was ok with it. And this is how he finds out that she is!
She spots him the moment that he reaches to adjust his hair, of course. Her green eyes flick over the top of the book that she is holding with one hand while she leans against the counter on the elbow of the other. Gale notes the couple on the cover of the trade paperback: a woman wearing a bodice that has been loosened and a tall man with long hair and a very open shirt. They’ve sold dozens of copies of the same book in the past week. She is standing by the time he reaches the coffee stand, her open book page down on the counter to hold her place. “You only get one free a day, you know,” she says once he has arrived. “Yes, well, I paid for the last one, so I am aware.” He puts his hands in his pockets, not sure what else to do with them. “What can I say? You are quite talented at what you do.” Jenn gives him a once over and whatever she sees makes the corner of her mouth tick up. “Maybe a decaf this time. We wouldn’t want your heart to burst, Gale.” He swallows. “Yes. Decaf sounds lovely.”
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Gale is still leaning on the counter when he hears the sounds of at least two pairs of heavy boots behind him. Jenn looks over his shoulder and the glance she gives him is the only warning he gets before a hand claps onto his back. He clenches his jaw to keep from yelping. “Gale of the Bookshop!” he hears. The owner of the voice stands beside him, taking up the remaining space at the counter. Gale moves over a little to give the woman room, using the moment to give her a quick inspected. She has a pleasant face, brown skin with sharp features and a scattering of freckles, all framed by shoulder length brown hair. She is wearing an outfit that suggests she just came from some kind of athletic event or perhaps the gym, a black sports bra visible underneath a white tank top with large dropped armholes. He notices how her muscles bunch as she leans against the counter beside him. She smiles at him and he cannot help but return the gesture. “So, have you fucked my girlfriend yet, Gale of the Bookshop?” she says. Gale feels his cheeks heat as Jenn puts a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. As he had expected, this was the woman that Jenn had only referred to as Lae. Her girlfriend, she had told him. One that was apparently ok with the idea of Gale taking Jenn out on a date, something that he had had a hard time believing until this very moment. He glances behind him to see the other person that he heard approach. He is met by glittering brown eyes belonging to a tall Black man. He is just as fit as Lae is, but with much longer hair styled into thick dreadlocks. Another one of Jenn’s bandmates, he presumes, although Gale does not know his name. The man looks over him toward the counter. “Man, Jenn, you know I would fuck you if you just asked,” the man says. He glances back at Gale long enough to wink at him. Gale turns to look back at Jenn, who is shaking her head. “Bullshit,” Jenn says. Now she, too, is looking at Gale. “Wyll wants to be a player but he’s the biggest softie that I know.” She smiles at him. “Present company excluded, perhaps.”
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Late Night Talking - Trevor Spengler x Reader
Love note from Nina: Aaaand I’m back again with some more Finnie cuteness and filth, lovelies. My boy Trevor is way too underrated around here, so it’s about damn time we turn those tables.
Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife/Frozen Empire) x f!reader
Warnings: mostly smut, but also some fluff. Also maybe this is kinda long (?) sorry not sorry etc
Summary: you visit the Spengler’s residence for a dinner party and end up having a lot more fun than you intended, if you know what I mean
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Your mom and Mrs. Spengler had become best friends, all of a sudden - neither of them had had much luck on that when they moved to the city, but ever since they first met in a 7/11 a month ago, they were inseparable.
It was a Saturday evening, and your mom was dragging you along to Mrs. Spengler’s house, for a dinner party of some sort. You weren’t in the mood, but she seemed so happy to finally have a new friend, you just couldn’t say “no” to her.
So, all dressed up in a cute black dress and strap sandals, you rang the doorbell.
- Oh, hello - a tall lanky boy with messy black hair opened the door. - Good evening, Mrs. y/l/n… And you must be y/n, right?
You nodded, smiling sweetly, as your mom greeted the boy as well.
- Hi, Trevor! Your mom told me all about you - she said, giving him a warm hug after she handed you the huge cake tray she was holding.
It was pretty heavy - your mom wouldn’t show up to dine at someone’s house without bringing dessert - but you could manage to hold it.
- Callie, there you are! - she squealed as she hurried to meet Mrs. Spengler in the kitchen, leaving you and Trevor behind.
- She loves your mom - you said to Trevor, chuckling.
- My mom loves yours too - he chuckled. - Hey, can I help you with that? - he continued, gently taking the cake tray off of your hands.
- Thank you Trev, that was quite heavy - you said, relieved. - Should we bring that to the kitchen?
So you both put the cake in the fridge and helped your moms with everything - from setting the table to organizing the kitchen.
You had a great time eating and talking to Callie, Trevor and his sister, Phoebe. After dinner was over, the moms opened up a bottle of wine and sat on the living room to talk, while Phoebe went to her room to sleep.
That left you and Trevor alone in the kitchen, talking. It was already close to midnight, and by the laughs you could hear from the couch, you were not going to leave the Spengler’s home for a long time. Halloween was just around the corner, so you asked Trevor if he was into horror movies.
- Hm, kind of… - he responded, finishing his glass of soda. - I think they’re way too unrealistic sometimes.
- Ugh, wish I felt like that too… Movies like Poltergeist and The Conjuring totally freak me out. I’m just afraid of ghosts, I guess.
Trevor nearly choked, but you couldn’t understand why.
- Do you like slasher movies though? - he asked, trying to move on with the conversation.
- Yeah, I love them! - you answered, excitedly. - My favorite one is Friday The 13th!
- The first one?
- The best one, right?
- Absolutely - he laughed, then pointing to your moms in the living room - I think they’re gonna take a while there… Wanna go upstairs and watch a movie? It can be Friday the 13th if you want.
- Of course, I’d love that! - you said and walked over to the living room with him.
- Mom, Trevor and I are going upstairs to watch a movie, ok?
- Sure darlings, go there and befriend! - your mom agreed, her voice sounding a bit different already. Good thing you were driving.
You two went up the stairs to Trevor’s room, still talking about horror movies and your personal favorites; but you noticed he would talk just as excitedly about any subject. The conversation was light and comfortable. Trevor was so nice to talk to. He was also really good looking. Something about his lanky figure, dark hair and dark eyes really stood out to you.
Up in his room, you couldn’t help but walk around and notice the various objects he had in there.
- Whoa, do you like Arctic Monkeys?
- Their “AM” album is, like, most of my will to live. - he chuckled. - So yeah, I like them a bit.
- That’s an instant classic if I’ve ever seen one, right?
Turns out, you and Trev had A LOT in common. You were into the same movies, the same music and even the same places to hang out. He was working up the courage to ask you on a date already.
- So, uh… y/n, would you… would you like to go to that record store downtown with me… Sometime? It doesn’t have to be like a date or-
You put your index finger to his lips, and his eyes went wide.
- But can it be a date, though? - you whispered, your finger leaving his lips as you put your hand on his cheek.
- S-sure - he stuttered. He was much taller than you, even with the heels you were wearing.
- I would love to - you smiled, your hand still on his cheek. - I could talk with you all night if you’d let me.
- Me too - he smiled, putting his arm around your waist and leaning in a bit. - Y/n… can I-can I kiss you? Or does asking that totally ruin the mood?
- Of course you can! - you laughed. - C’mere.
You leaned in and your lips touched his, lightly. You touched your forehead to his and looked him in the eyes. He pulled you even closer by your waist and kissed you again, way more eagerly this time. His tongue asked for entrance and you permitted it, in pure ecstasy.
- Hm - he broke the kiss - maybe we could move this over there? - he said, his head pointing to an armchair on the corner of his room. You nodded, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss.
Trevor sat down on the armchair and you sat nearly on his lap, but sideways, so your butt was down on the armchair and your legs were all over his lap.
He put his hands on your bare knees and caressed them gently as you continued to kiss, more slowly than before. Your dress was a few inches above your knees. Nothing too modest or too slutty, but Trevor secretly wished you were wearing the sluttiest dress possible, just so he could feel you up without actually lifting up your dress and risking getting slapped across the face.
Little did he know you were craving that touch. You lightly guided his hands a bit further up your thighs, giving him the permission he wanted. To touch your soft skin and get intoxicated by you.
You kept kissing him passionately, your hands wandering from his cheek to his neck to his chest. You grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and pulled him ever closer, wanting to savor him as much as you could. He let out a soft moan on your lips, so discreet you wouldn’t be able to hear it if you two weren’t all the way upstairs in his room.
Things were getting hot and heavy pretty quickly, but isn’t it always like that you’re young? His hands were gently caressing your upper thighs for a minute, as if he was mentally debating a way to ask you to take off your dress, but gave up on that idea.
His slender fingers gently slid your panties to the side, only to meet your soaking wet pussy. You hissed and moaned in his mouth as he kissed you hungrily while slowly playing with your clit. His touch was so light, it made you ache for more; but at the same time, it was perfect. He continued for a couple minutes, your moans in his ear increasing. That had to be Trevor’s new favorite sound.
- Trev - you called, your voice faint and breathy. He looked into your eyes. His gaze was dark and full of lust. His swollen red lips were slightly parted, ugh, he was so beautiful… - If you keep going, I-I…
But you couldn’t finish that sentence. Your back arched and your mouth cracked open, your body completely taken by that orgasm. Your eyes were closed for most of the time, squeezed in pleasure, but when you peeked through them to look at Trevor’s face, he was grinning like the devil. He got you good and he knew he did.
- You’re so pretty - he said, mesmerized, his fingers still touching your pussy until you closed your legs and he realized you had ridden out of your orgasm. - and you look even prettier when you cum.
You sat there in his lap for a moment, head on his shoulder, resting a little from such an intense sensation. Trevor had quite a cocky smile plastered on his face, seeming proud of himself for making a pretty girl cum. For getting the chance to make a pretty girl cum and succeeding.
- Alright, so not only you’re all tall and handsome and stuff, but you also got magic hands? - you said, your hair ruffled and your voice breathy.
- Magic hands? Really? - he laughed.
- I’m serious. - you said, laughing with him. - But now I feel the need to… reciprocate, you know?
Trevor’s breathing quickened. You sat on his lap properly now, one leg to each side of his waist, straddling him while cupping his face for another round of passionate kissing.
His kisses found their way down to your neck, gently nipping on your skin, making you shiver and squirm. His fingers started toying with your dress’ straps until he felt confident enough to pull them down slowly.
The black lacy bra you were wearing underneath was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but the sight of your breasts is what made his mouth water. With your dress already down to your waist, he put his arms around you to try and unhook your bra. As boys normally do, it took him a few tries, but he finally got it off of your body, his hands quickly covering your breasts again, fondling them.
Your skin was so soft and smelled so good, his kisses returned to your neck and continued their way down to your chest. Your nipples were so hard already, he simply had to take them in his mouth. One at a time, he licked and sucked gently, earning some pretty urgent moans. You knew you had to keep the volume down so your mothers wouldn’t hear you two, but that couldn’t stop you from moaning softly, just enough for him to hear. Your body was a feast and he had never been this hungry in his whole life.
- I-I thought it was my turn, Trevor - you said, softly, his lips still kissing the skin around your nipples and his hands groping your waist firmly. Damn, this boy was definitely going to drive you crazy.
Kissing his lips once again, you reached for the hem of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. He helped you take his shirt off, and his bare chest was surely a sight to be seen. Back to the kissing, your hands now wandered from his cheek, to his neck, to his chest, to his belly and…
- A-are you sure? - he asked, as you were about to touch his belt to unbuckle it. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything.
- I am pretty sure - you said with a smile, playfully kissing his nose. - Can I?
He nodded eagerly, so you unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Trevor just sat still and watched as your beautifully manicured nails were touching his belt, then his pants, then his underwear.
You knelt down in front of him, using a pillow under your knees for comfort, and pulled his body closer to the edge of the armchair. You kissed his lips one last time, then his neck, scratching his chest lightly with your long nails, causing him to moan and bite his lips to avoid making too much noise.
You kissed down his chest, your nails now scratching his waist, and finally got to his underwear.
- Can I pull these down too? - you said, your big eyes pleading.
- Yeah - he said, barely breathing. - Please.
You gave him a naughty smile and pulled down his boxers. It was impossible not to lick your lips at the sight of that cock. The perfect length, the perfect girth, and that perfect pinky tip begging to be sucked. So you did it.
You took Trevor into your mouth hungrily, as your mouth was already watering just by taking his underwear off. Your head was bobbing up and down his thick shaft, as he tried his best to hold back any louder moans.
Suddenly, he grabbed some of your hair in his right hand and pulled your mouth off of his dick gently.
- Did I hurt you? - you said, looking worried.
- No, no, princess - he answered, scared that he might’ve offended you. - It’s just… you’re so so good… and so pretty… I’m afraid I won’t last, you know?
- It’s ok babe - you reassured him, caressing his bare knee. - You pleasured me selflessly, and I’m doing the same. If you want to cum now, then do it. I’d love to get a taste…
Your mouth went right back to sucking on his dick, your both hands now also added into the mixture. After a minute or two, it was too much for him to take.
- Y/n - he called, softly. You looked him in the eyes, mouth still around his shaft. You knew what was going to happen next. - I just… Please, can I cum in your mouth?
- Mhm - you agreed, not slowing down or stopping anything you were doing.
Trevor let out a muffled groan as he came in your mouth. You swallowed his warm seed at once, gently licking his tip clean afterwards.
- Fuck, you’re a goddess - he said, his voice faint, his eyes rolling.
You laughed a little and wiped the corners of your mouth.
- And you’re a darling. I’m glad you could trust me.
- Y/n - your mom called out from downstairs. - Is the movie over already? I think we should get going…
- In a minute, mom - you yelled in response.
You turned back to Trevor as he handed you your bra and put his own shirt back on.
- I had a great time with you today, Trev. Hope we can hang out sometime.
- Of course, I’ll text you - he started - there are already so many places I thought we could go together… You might just be the best company for basically everything. Specially late night talking.
You grabbed his phone off his desk, typed in your number and handed him the phone. Realizing what you just did, he smiled and held out his hand so you would give him your phone and let him do the same.
After the exchange of phone numbers and a quick good night kiss, you two got downstairs and pretended nothing had happened.
- There you are - Callie said as she saw both of you. - What did you guys watch?
- Friday the 13th - Trevor lied for both of you. - It was her favorite horror movie, and one of my favorites too.
- Aw, how cute. I’m glad you guys are friends now - your mom said, grabbing her purse. - But those old slashers have some awkward sex scenes, don’t they? We heard their moaning from down here.
- Glad they make movies more gory and less sexually charged nowadays, right? - Callie agreed.
Your moms were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much about tonight. Thankfully, ‘cause your face and Trevor’s got just as flushed as if you had spent the entire night sipping wine.
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