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lipringlrh · 8 months

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give you a show | LN4

summary: when your roommates that good looking it's hard not to stare

pairings: roommate!lando norris x fem!reader

an: not posted in a little (sorry) but i actually have a lot in my drafts but i’m grouping them together so i need to finish them all off before i post them :)

word count: 800

warnings: none i don’t think

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You hadn't been roommates with Lando very long, only a few weeks, and each day you couldn't tell whether you were regretting it or enjoying it more each day. Today included both.

You opened the door to your apartment only an hour later than you left after picking up a few things you needed. You quickly took your shoes off by the door and headed further inside, announcing a quick, "I'm home," as you led your jacket down on the top of a chair, a bad habit both you and Lando formed, but it was just easier.

"Kitchen," a reply came from your left.

You headed towards the kitchen door, briefly pausing as you stepped inside before recomposing yourself and carrying on. You sat on a bar stool seat in the corner of the room, Lando in perfect view, before unconsciously taking your phone out.

You weren't focused on it at all, not when Lando was standing there, looking like that. His body was faced sideways away from you and his hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions, but he still pulled it off well. Grey sweatpants hung off his hips very lowly and he wasn't wearing a shirt at all. He was either chopping some food or mixing something - you weren't sure, you weren't focused on what he was doing anyway.

A few minutes pass, he's moved around a bit but always returning to the same place no matter what he's doing. You weren't really sure what he was doing but you weren't complaining. The more he seemed to stand there, the more his arms seemed to flex too. You were loving it, completely unaware of how obvious you were, or what you were meant be to doing, you couldn't think straight anyway.

You were too concentrated on him and his arms that you didn't hear him call your name the first time - or the second. It was only the third time he said it that it knocked you out of your daze. Your eyes met his face again, tracing over every detail. Luckily he wasn't looking at you, you thought, he was still focused on whatever he was doing.

"You've been watching that for an awful long time," he spoke, a smirk taking over his features. He was right, you realised. Looking at the phone, you noticed you'd opened tiktok and had just been letting the same video play on loop since you sat down.

You stutter for a moment, thinking of an excuse. "I was reading the comments." You said, lying through your teeth way too obviously.

His smirk never faltered, instead just grew, "took you a while to tell me that. Don't worry, I don't mind when you stare."

You didn't really know how to answer that so you just stayed quiet, your eyes still trained on his face as he turned around and stepped much closer to you.

He was right in front of you now, the only thing separating you was the marble of the kitchen bar worktop.

"What? You think I didn't notice? I cut up way more salad than I'd need in a week, waiting for you to notice." He grinned, putting his arms on the counter and moving his face down to the same height as yours and ever so slightly closer.

"So you were giving me a show?" You reply before you have any time to think about it. You watch as he falters at your response, giving yourself a little ego boost. You cock your head to the side, almost as if you're challenging him for a reply.

He quickly gains his compose back, brushing off the slight embarrassment of you getting him flustered - it isn't the first time but it's the most obvious.

"Well, when there's a pretty girl in front of you, always." He whispers as though it's obvious, in an attempt to again fluster you more than how you flustered him.

"So you think I'm pretty?" You try to hide your grin but fail miserably. Lando also fails to hide his when he sees yours.

"Very much so," he smiles back, moving a hand up to brush some hair off of your face. "Now," he says, slapping his hands down on the counter and flexing slightly, "what kind of roommate would I be if I didn't give you a full show? Anything else you'd like to watch me do?" he says, almost playful, almost serious, liking the idea of being ogled at by you quite nice.

"Well there's a watermelon in the fridge," you tease, tracing your hand down the prominent veins in his arm.

He smirks, watching your hand in motion, "perfect." He doesn't move though, he stays there, absorbed in the way your hand touches his arm.

"Get to it!" you joke, watching as he moves instantly towards the fridge.

In his rush, he doesn't forget to turn back and give you a cheeky wink, followed by a "yes, ma'am."

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emberfrostlovesloki · 1 month

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Protection Spell [Spencer x Reader]

Photo credits: Center Left (@thinkpink212) Center (@reidcoffeemoon) Rigth (@flowersforfrancis)

Prompt: The reader reflects on when she and Spencer found out they were pregnant with their first baby, a little girl, and the reader asks Spencer what he whispers to their child every morning when he gets up.

Pairing: [established relationship] Spencer x BAU!reader, pregnant!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns.

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 2.7K

Content Warnings: Pregnancy [reader], morning sickness, prayer {no deity named], lots of fluff. Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Hi loves! This is my first submission for @imagining-in-the-margins wonderful March and April Prompts. The Prompt I used was “The couple enjoys trying for a baby.” These are tropes/plots that I have never written for before so I hope you like it. I did some research on pregnancy but not a ton, so forgive me if some things are off. I love being challenged as a writer to try new things. I hope you like this little fluffy fic and that you are having a great start to your week!. This was really fun to write. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

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y/n = your name

_y/f/f_ = your favorite food

At first, it was the best thing to happen in the world. And it was still the best thing in the world. The little baby girl growing in y/n’s belly over the months had not only brought her and Spencer unbridled joy but also brought the team together in a stronger way. The way everyone had come together to help y/n and Spencer ensured her that their baby would be the most looked after and safest baby in the whole world. How couldn’t she be if with the BAU and half the Quantico office knowing about her already? As y/n lay in bed next to Spencer who was still asleep, belly round in the largest size paternity pajamas that the store had, she reflected on when they’d first found out they were going to be parents.

y/n and Spencer had been trying for some time now. They had been to the doctor multiple times about it, both getting checks on their sexual health. Both y/n and Spencer got an all-clear from the doctor, however, y/n’s OBGYN had told y/n that her stress level and anxiety might be factors that might be affecting their chances. But despite these issues, Spencer and y/n had continued trying. They always made love at the peak window for y/n in her cycle, as well as much much more than that. y/n loved Spencer so much as he did this. It never felt like a chore to either of them. It was a joy to even be trying. They’d had a difficult conversation and both agreed that they wanted a child and wanted to give it the best life possible. So that fateful morning when y/n walked out of the bathroom feeling sick and just trying a pregnancy test that they now seemed to stockpile, and she saw the two pink lines, y/n screamed with joy. Of course, Spencer hadn’t taken it that way. He rarely heard y/n scream, so he rushed into the bathroom expecting something bad, but instead, y/n was standing in the center of the bathroom holding something in her hand like it was the most precious thing she’d ever seen. He was confused. The tall agent walked over to y/n and asked, “y/n, what’s happening?” With a kind of happy dazed look, y/n opened her palm so Spencer could look over her shoulder and see the positive pregnancy test. As soon as Reid’s brain registered what was happening, he froze. Suddenly his brain which could work ten thousand miles an hour came to a standstill. In a half whisper, Spencer asked, “For real?” y/n felt the tears building in her eyes as she nodded her head yes.

As soon as the non-verbal gesture was done, Spencer rushed forward and covered y/n in an embrace. He hugged her tightly and picked her up off of her feet as he placed his head in the crook of y/n’s neck. He just took in the wonderful woman in his arms, not even having the right words to tell her apart from that he loved her over and over again. The couple waited a few weeks to tell the team. They didn’t want to give anyone false hope. Not even themselves, though immediately they started talking about names and baby rooms and the crib They couldn’t help themselves. They started making a list of names but decided to wait till their baby was born to name them. When Reid and y/n were more sure, with the advice of the doctor that things looked good, they broke the news to the team. The members of the BAU responded with jubilation. Everyone had asked y/n how she was feeling and if she needed anything like she might break if she as much stepped down the stairs. y/n reassured them all that she was fine to work, just a bit more nauseous than normal. After everyone had calmed down and y/n and Spencer had reassured them all that they would keep them updated, things went as back to normal as possible when a member of the team announced they were pregnant.

Later that day, Aaron pulled y/n aside in his office for a little talk. For whatever reason y/n was a little nervous, but she did not need to be. Hotch asked her to sit, and she did. Aaron moved behind her to his desk and sat down as well. He had a small smile on his face and he started by saying, “Congratulations, y/n. I’m so happy for you and Spencer.” y/n blushed and replied, “Thanks Hotch. It means a lot to us.” Aaron nodded and then continued, “I want you to know that I’m not going to baby you. I’m going to let you do your job here, but I need you to tell me if you need a break. For anything. If you’re sick or just need a minute, I fully understand. You just need to let me or Rossi or anyone on the team know.” y/n nodded appreciatively that he wasn’t treating her like glass, but that he also understood that she was going to need time and space sometimes too. y/n had rarely seen Aaron like this, to take this tone. She assumed it was from his experience with Haley and Jack. He’d pretty much seen it all with that pregnancy. Of course, y/n was aware that all pregnancies were different, but it was nice to know someone who had seen this before with a job like theirs. Of course, Aaron didn’t give birth to Jack, but he was as attached to Haley as he could be when she was pregnant with Hotch’s son. Aaron broke the peaceful silence and concluded, “Obviously, when things progress I want you to be as safe as possible. We all will, so when that time comes, you, Spencer, and I can have a conversation, okay?” y/n nodded and Aaron couldn’t help himself from asking, “So, how are you feeling? Everything okay?” At the honest question, y/n’s face broke out into a huge smile and she said, “I’m happy Hotch. We’ve wanted this for so long, and it’s finally happening. Sometimes I don’t even know what to think.” Hotch nodded and said, “Well take your time, there will be plenty of that before it’s all over.”

Aaron had been right. There was a shocking amount of time, and yet it seemed to fly by at the same time. All the things had happened mostly normal. Spencer and y/n had found out the sex of their baby girl at twenty weeks, then there were the more constant checkups and ultrasounds. y/n had raised blood pressure and bad morning sickness. Later The BAU ladies and some of y/n’s friends had held her a baby shower early just in case a case popped up. Then there were the more obvious signs of pregnancy like her belly swelling and the first kicks of the baby that nearly had y/n in tears. As great as being a new mother seemed, and as excited as y/n was, it was still hard. As her baby and body accommodated to the changes happening, y/n found it harder to move and her emotions started to play up more than normal. Like the first few days before a period but all the damn time.

Hotch had slowly been phasing y/n off the active team and keeping y/n more and more in the precincts and sites that didn’t have any imminent danger on cases. By the third trimester, Spencer had encouraged her to take a full-time roll back in Quantico until their baby girl came. Aaron had agreed with Reid and said he’d approve the paperwork for the temporary shift in roles. After a few conversations with Spencer, y/n agreed. The stress on the field, even if she wasn’t on on a case, could still be bad for her or the baby, and she didn’t want to risk it. This was fine for a bit until y/n got bored silly with the work and wanted back on the field. The only thing that saved her was Garcia sharing her lunch breaks and telling her all kinds of amazing stories that y/n was certain were made up.

By the middle of the third trimester y/n was ready to step back as things were hurting her more, and she had the instinctual desire to nest and to make their home ready for the delivery of her and Spencer’s baby. y/n asked for the last month off and Aaron granted the time. It was on the first day of y/n’s rest and preparation period that the crib came in. It had been a conversation y/n and Spencer had had time and time again about what model looked most comfortable and safe. Which was the best for the money they had. So when a delivery man came to the front door with a large, heavy package, both y/n and Reid were baffled. Spencer signed for the delivery and the man moved the package inside the living room. y/n and Reid moved toward the package and Spencer grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully opened the top of the package. Nestled inside with a lot of newspaper and other protective material was a dark crib that clearly been handmade. It shone with a dark stain and at the top was a letter in a cream colored envelope. Reid pulled out the letter and opened it up. He already had an idea about who it was from, but the carefully crafted note that brought small tears to his eyes told y/n what she needed to know. After Spencer had taken a few minutes to read and reread the letter, he handed it over to y/n. She took it with trembling hands and read the contents:

Spencer, y/n,

I might have heard through the grapevine, or a very communicative and persistent technical analyst, that you were expecting someone special soon. I’m sorry I can’t be there to support you more practically right now, but the road calls, and I must follow. I hope you find this gift useful. I miss you both and I wish you all the luck in the world. I know you will both be the best parents. Please let me know when my Godparent duties begin. All my love,

Gideon.

y/n had the same emotional response as Spencer, and they embraced and spent a good part of the day deciding where it would go in the baby's room.

At this stage in the pregnancy timeline, y/n was very dependent on Spencer but also felt the need to make everything ready. Their baby was due in a little under two weeks, and y/n could be found sometimes scrubbing the floors and counters, as well as going through her hospital bag again and again and again, even though Spencer had helped her pack it with her most comfortable clothes and supplies she would need for the day of the delivery. y/n had spent hours over this period talking about what she would want to eat after she gave birth and how her favorite _y/f/f_ would taste so, so good. Their normal routine now, when Spencer was home, was that he’d wake up and make her breakfast, then help her with things in the bathroom. Often y/n woke and Spencer would have his hands on her belly feeling for kicks from their baby girl, and more often now, he would be hunched over and talking to their baby quietly, like they were sharing some secret conversation just between the two of them. Spencer had read every book he could get his hands on about parenting and pregnancy. After a while, y/n had called for a ban on buying new books and reminded Reid that he had his public library card and access to databases from all of his prior universities. Spencer had known about talking to babies in the womb, and he’d questioned the science behind it, but as y/n had needed to spend more time in bed in the mornings, she’d find him talking to her belly, and she found it very cute. Even though she did wonder what he was saying.

This morning, y/n woke before Spence who was sleeping soundly beside her as the baby gave a few sharp kicks to y/n’s side. y/n placed her hands on her side and said softly, “I know baby. I’m just as excited to meet you too. It going to be a big day when you come, sweetheart.” y/n lay back and considered turning on her side but didn’t. y/n did move her hand up to Spencer’s curly hair and threaded her fingers through his locks. Spencer naturally turned on his side toward her. After a few more minutes of slumber, Spence lazily opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw y/n and he sat up with a stretch. “How was your sleep, sweetheart?” y/n smiled over at him and replied, “I’m good. I had to get up a few times to use the bathroom, but I slept well. I had a dream I was on the field again, but I was this far along. It’s safe to say I wasn’t very useful.” Reid chuckled and said, “Well I’m glad you slept well.” Spencer leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth and said, “Let me just say good morning to our baby girl and I’ll get you your breakfast in bed today, love.” y/n smiled and nodded as Spencer leaned over and kissed her tummy, running his hands over it before he leaned over and softly, almost inaudibly spoke to their baby. This procedure happened every morning. y/n assumed it happened even when she was still asleep and Spencer went in early. y/n’s hands found their way back into Reid’s soft locks which she massaged gently. Spencer’s eyes flickered up to hers and then back to his task. When he finished, Spencer looked up and y/n had to ask, “What do you say to her every morning?”

Spencer's smile brightened and said, “Promise me you won’t think it’s silly?” y.n cocked her head and said, “Of course not Spence.” His response made y/n wonder what he was going to say even more. Reid let out a little chuckle and said, “Well, I start by telling her good morning. And then I tell her how excited we are to meet her. Most times I count down the days till she’ll come so she learns her numbers.” y/n nodded along and then Spencer said, “And I also pray to every goddess of pregnancy and fertility I know for a safe delivery and good day that she’s born. Just asking for some help when I get very stressed out on the day of.” At this admission, y/n quicked an eyebrow. She didn’t laugh, she thought it was cute, but not much in Spence’s character. y/n ran her hand over Reid’s sharp jaw and asked, “You never came across as much of a religious person Spencer? Is this something new?” Spencer sheepishly looked at y/n and said, “Well, I don’t know if I believe my prayers are reaching anyone I’m asking for help. But, I’ve learned as much as I can about what’s coming, but that doesn’t mean I know what’s coming. I suppose I can’t predict everything, and having some extra help, even if it’s a placebo can’t hurt. Think of it like a little protection spell. You and our baby girl are the most important thing in the world for me. And I’ll do anything, anything to keep you safe. Even participating in a bit of superstition to make sure it happens.” y/n smiled warmly and pulled Reid into a hug, burying her face into his chest. y/n knew that Spencer was going to be the best father ever. They had a team behind them ready to support them. But as y/n took in just how special Spencer was to her and their baby, she sent up a little prayer of her own for anyone who would listen, thanking the universe for bringing them together.

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thatmrmiller · 1 year

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Give an Inch, Take a Mile

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Death, alcohol consumption, drugging, manipulation, significant age gap, noncon, virgin!reader, forced breeding, likely other very dark themes throughout. Read on at your own risk.

When Joel found out your dad had left you here alone when he went on a supply run, he checked in on you now and then.

It was relatively innocent at first, partially out of genuine concern.

The more he dropped in, the more this changed. He started to grow interested in you in a way he wasn’t before, noticing things like your wide eyes and mature figure.

He wasn’t sure how old you were. Probably in your 20’s, but things were different here in the QZ. People didn’t experience as much as they used to. So you likely seemed younger than you would be for your actual age in the outside world.

He came to the door one night after curfew, knocking quietly to avoid drawing attention. You answered in sleep shorts and a large oversized tshirt. Probably belongs to your dad.

“How you doin’, hm?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe intrusively.

“Fine, Joel, thank you for checking on me. But its late.” You rubbed your eyes a little. He found it quite endearing.

“I know that darlin’, past curfew, you gonna leave me on the step for FEDRA to find me?” He challenges, his voice remaining soft and gentle.

“Um, no.” You say, frowning a little and moving out of the doorway and allowing him access to your home. You don’t know why he does this, you don’t know if your dad asked him to.

You don’t think so, your dad trusts you and plus, you don’t really know Joel that well. There are other friends of your dad’s who you would be more comfortable checking in on you.

He settles himself onto the couch without permission and you watch him carefully. He reaches into his jacket and removes a small pocket flask.

“Come sit.” He beckons you to the sofa.

It’s a little unnerving, the way he comes into your home and commands the space so easily like it belongs to him.

You perch nervously on the edge of the sofa trying to keep your distance from him.

“When did your dad say he would be back?” He asks you kindly.

“Saturday at the very latest.” You respond quietly.

“And what day is it today?” He muses.

“Tuesday.” You murmur.

He hums in response.

“I know that route well.” He says. “Never known someone to take this long. It’s an easy one.”

You frown at him. Obviously, you were already aware that he was late and you are nervous about his return. You don’t know why he is telling you this, as it only serves to make you even more anxious.

He smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes and is a bit unsettling. “I’m sure he’ll be back soon, honey.”

You don’t answer. He continues drinking his whiskey in your living room even though you don’t talk to him.

After a while, he gets up to leave. “You need anything?” He asks.

You do actually need more food, but you don’t want to rely on him, so you tell him no and he leaves. You would find some other way.

Another week passes of Joel dropping in every few nights. You managed to get some rations without telling anyone that your dad was gone, as you knew that made you more vulnerable. It seemed only Joel knew you were alone.

He hadn’t brought up the topic of your dad since last time, but he did tonight.

“He been gone two weeks now, sweetheart?” His tone is like a question but he obviously already knows the answer.

You don’t answer him.

“Aren’t ya’ gettin’ worried?” He presses.

“Obviously.” You murmur back.

“What was that?” He says, turning his head. You had noticed he had a good ear and a bad ear.

“I said, obviously.” You repeat with more attitude.

He laughs a little at your tone. You don’t like the way he acts towards you a lot of the time, talking down to you or chuckling away to himself like you were a child.

“Whose gonna keep you out of trouble then, huh?” He says, taking a sip of his drink. He is always drinking.

“No one else.” You say. “He’s going to come back soon.”

He pats at your thigh. You almost shiver at the feeling. He’s never touched you before.

“Yeah. I’m sure he will, sweetheart.” He says, with that wry smile again that makes you shift nervously in your seat.

He doesn’t remove his hand from where it rests on your thigh. You sit in silence until he leaves.

You dream of him that night. You dream of the feeling of his hand touching you like that, and in other places too. In your dream, you are crushed by his scent and his heat, all overpowering and overbearing.

You wake up a little ashamed and confused.

Nearly four weeks since your dad left, and Joel is round nearly every night. You have started to get used to his company. It’s at least a little bit of a distraction from the sadness that has enveloped you, the worry that consumes you each day for your father, the guilt and torment you experienced when you felt your hope resigning itself to grief.

Joel brings food and other small things for you, books, usually. You sit and read, and he drinks, usually in silence. It starts to become slightly comfortable. Or at least, it is no longer necessarily uncomfortable.

The next day, Joel arrives around noon with a solemn look on his face. He was supposed to be on shift burning bodies.

“I think you should sit down.” He says, guiding you by your lower back to the sofa.

You follow his instructions, crossing your legs, tucking them under you and looking at him, expectantly.

“It’s about your father, sweetheart. You know I was dealing with the bodies today. Well-“

“No.” You cry out.

He pats your head, an awkward rehearsed move that shows no compassion.

“I’m sorry.” He says, but he doesn’t sound very moved.

You wail and he sits down beside you. You feel weak as he pulls you closer to him until you’re almost on his lap. You appreciate the feeling of his arms around you, you think he really is trying to be sensitive, until you feel his erection pressing into you.

How can he possibly be having that reaction to you wailing in his arms? You try to push him away and crawl away from him but he locks his arms tighter around you, keeping you stuck there. You try to free yourself again but you hear him grunt slightly and realise that the feeling of you wriggling against him must be pleasurable.

Because of that, you resign yourself to sitting still in his lap and even let him stroke your hair and kiss your head gently. You eventually drift off to sleep, having exhausted yourself from crying.

After that day, Joel starts coming over straight after work, not bothering to wait until its dark before joining you in the late evening.

You struggle with your grief, barely eating or sleeping. Never reading. Most days you sit near the window and just look out. Joel drinks on the sofa. Some nights he offers you food, and most nights he leads you to bed. You stay where he puts you in your room, but usually you don’t sleep.

You’re not sure when, but he starts sleeping over. First on the couch and then more often, in your father’s room.

One day you ask him why.

“You should have someone here to watch you. Keep you safe.”

“I don’t need someone to watch me. I’m not a kid.” You protest.

He looks you up and down and smiles. “Of course you’re not.”

He comes towards you and kisses your head. You have gotten used to him doing this and while you don’t like it, you don’t bother trying to avoid it any more.

Slowly you begin to start keeping yourself busy. You start preparing food for him, just for something to do. He never thanks you verbally, but you assume that he is showing gratitude when he sits with a hand on your thigh.

One night after he eats, he offers you to drink with him. You have tasted beer before, but not whiskey. You don’t like the smell of it.

He encourages you and you eventually give in, taking a sip. It makes your throat burn and churns your stomach.

You shake your head when he offers you the glass again, but he puts it in your hand somewhat forcefully.

“Come on. It will make you feel good.” He urges.

You don’t know how that could be true but you don’t have the energy to argue so you do as he says anyway.

You continue to sip at it and force it down, pushing the glass back towards him when you are done. He fills it up.

“No.” You say, but he ignores you and slides you the now full glass again.

You haven’t been drunk before. Your dad was quite protective and would never have let you go to one of the illegal bars inside the QZ where people like him and Joel did business.

He offers you a book, and you take it. It’s a welcome distraction from the strange feeling coming over you, but you can’t really focus on the pages.

He must notice, asking you how you feel.

“Weird, I guess.” You admit.

He just nods.

“Take one of these.” He says, offering you a packet of pills from his pocket.

“No.” You say.

“It will make you focus again. It stops you from feeling weird.”

You aren’t sure how that might work but he obviously knows more about this than you and you don’t want to seem stupid so you choose to believe what he says and you take one.

He tells you to wash it down with the rest of your second glass of whisky.

After a few moments, your focus on the book is even worse. The words are blurred and you feel tired. You put it down.

“It didn’t work.” You say. Your voice sounds different, quieter.

He hums. “Strange.”

He lifts your legs and places them on his lap. Your body feels unusually pliant, like you don’t have much control over the way he moves you.

You wriggle and you feel him harden under you. You try to take your legs away but he holds an arm over them so you can’t.

His other hand moves up your leg. You are just in shorts so most of your leg is bare. His touches start gentle, drifting across your skin, almost tickling, but then he starts to grip you harder.

You can’t form words to ask him to stop, you feel like the connection between your brain and your body is broken.

He lets go of your legs and you try to move them but you don’t have any strength. His hand that is on your leg travels closer and closer to the hem of the shorts, eventually slipping under them and touching at your underwear.

You want to yell, to tell him to get off. No one has touched you like this before. But when you open your mouth only a feeble moan escapes you, and you realise you are unable to form words.

He presses at your underwear and you feel it start to dampen. It must be involuntary because you know you don’t want him touching you in this way.

You hear the sound of a buckle and look down to see that his free hand is taking off his belt and unzipping his jeans.

He takes out his cock, it is large and aggressive looking, with an angry red tip and prominent veins running down its length. It looks like a tool to cause pain, not pleasure.

He continues to touch you, only through your panties, and begins to touch himself simultaneously.

He rubs up and down the shaft of his cock roughly, and the pressure with which he is touching you becomes rougher too.

A different sensation runs through you and you look down to see that his hand has now slipped inside your underwear. You raise a hand to try and push his away, but you find your muscles are weak and you don’t succeed. Your hand falls back to your side.

He starts to grunt loudly and then something warm trickles onto your legs. It’s his cum, spurting and leaking from the tip of his cock all over you. He continues to play with your pussy for a few moments before taking his hand away.

He doesn’t bother to clean up your legs, he just supports your weight and takes you down the hall in the direction of your bedroom. He deposits you onto the bed, covers you with a blanket, and leaves.

You couldn’t really remember what had happened that night, you just remember what felt like falling asleep on the sofa.

Joel started to be more and more close to you afterwards though, all the time. Pressing into your ass when you stood in the kitchen. Guiding you onto his lap when you were on the sofa together. Sometimes, when he took you to bed, he stayed in your room. You just accepted this new way of him behaving, you knew that without your dad here, you were powerless to stop Joel.

He tries to encourage you to drink whisky with him more often, but you refuse with more conviction now after the unusual night you feel as though you had last time.

You are reading and your eyes and head start to hurt so you put your book down.

“What’s wrong?” He says.

“Headache.” You respond, closing your eyes.

You hear him rustling in his pocket and then he offers you a pill. You shake your head.

“It’s just pain medicine.” He says. “It will help your head.”

You say no again but he goes to get you water and then hands it to you along with the pill.

“It’s just pain medicine.” He says again.

He stares at you intensely and you agree to take it. He only looks away after he sees you have swallowed it.

To be honest, he was telling the truth about the fact that it took the pain away. But it replaced it with that uncomfortable fuzzy feeling you remember from before.

The next morning, you woke up in your room alone. But you were wearing different clothes from the ones you had on last night. You try to avoid him for the rest of the day.

One night, you have a nightmare. He storms into your room when you yell out in terror.

You find yourself apologising to him for disturbing him.

“Don’t apologise, sweetheart. I’ll stay, make sure you’re OK.”

“No, Joel, I’m fine.” You say, but he ignores you and climbs into your bed anyway.

You don’t know how long you have been sleeping when you are awoken again. He is sliding your shorts off of your legs.

“What are you doing?” You say.

“They’re uncomfortable.” He asserts.

“No, they’re not.” You respond, but he keeps going anyway, taking them all the way down your legs and then tossing them on the floor.

The length of his manhood presses into your asscheeks, now only covered in flimsy underwear. You try to ignore the feeling, especially when he locks his arm around you to try and keep you pressed closer to him and starts shifting his lower body, grinding against you.

He stops and eventually you fall asleep. Next time you wake up, it’s because he is touching you. His hand is stuffed inside your panties and he is rubbing you, sticking fingers inside you, touching you everywhere he can reach.

You say no and try to grab his wrist to take his hand away.

“Come on, baby.” He says. “I’ve got to look after you.”

You don’t know how that’s related to what he’s doing, and plus you never wanted him to ‘look after’ you anyway.

“I care for you. I go to work to bring you food. It’s only fair, come on.”

You struggle against him again but his grip is like a trap, the more you fight against it the tighter it becomes.

He starts to pinch and nip at your clit, rolling it between his thumb and finger. It’s such an intense feeling that a little cry escapes you.

He groans loudly in response to the sound you make and presses his erection harder into your ass. You feel grateful that at least he isn’t trying to put it inside you. You suppose you can put up with the touching as long as he doesn’t try that.

He takes his hand away from you and lets go of the tight grip around your middle. He takes your underwear off entirely. You try to protest but he just shushes you. He spreads your pussy and spits, a large amount of saliva landing on your folds and dripping down. It feels dirty and intimate. You didn’t want to do this with Joel, but you didn’t know how to get him to stop.

He uses his hands again, spreading the spit around as lubrication, and it made filthy sounds. He then put his fingers inside you, three long thick ones that stretched you out and hurt a little. He hammered them into you for a few moments, the force of his arm pushing you up the bed and making your shirt roll up. With his other hand, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pushed it up roughly to expose your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra and he stared at your nakedness, his mouth falling open and his eyes grew heavy and hooded as he looked at you. He was rubbing at his own cock through his boxers.

He started to play with one of your breasts, twisting and pinching at your nipple. It hurt a little and you squirmed, you don’t know if he saw that as a sign of pleasure or pain, but he kept doing it anyway.

With his other hand he started applying pressure to your clit, rubbing in circles. Then he let go of your breast and took his cock out from his boxers, you looked away. He grabbed your chin and forced your gaze back in his direction.

He fisted himself and continued to rub at your clit and finger you. It didn’t feel good but your body was having it’s own reaction, a knot of tension building inside of you that you had felt yourself a few times but never with someone else.

You couldn’t help but start to pant and whine a little as the feeling started to overwhelm you. This emboldened him and he paid more attention to the hand that was on you, rubbing your clit vigorously, making you clench and shake under him.

You wished you could stop it from feeling good, you wished you could inhibit your body’s natural reactions as you knew if he got any sign that you enjoyed this that he would start to do it more frequently.

But you couldn’t stop that tension building low in your stomach, your legs seizing up and then it snapped with a cry and you felt your orgasm coming over you.

You clenched around the fingers he had inside you, gripping them tightly. He grunted and spilled his load of cum all over your stomach and cunt.

He plays with it a little, spreading it all over you. You find it disgusting and a little animalistic. You try to get up to leave and clean yourself off but he grips you tightly and doesn’t let you get out of bed.

Joel does this with you twice more before trying anything else. You had grown numb to it and let him do as he pleased without protest. You started to believe him when he said he deserved to get to do this because he earns you your rations and brings you things he trades especially for you. His gifts become more valuable, rarer items like scented soaps, even a perfume.

You know he is trying to earn your favour, that there is no real kindness in his actions, but you do start to appreciate them for some reason.

He has taken to sleeping with you every night now. On the nights when he doesn’t touch you, he usually holds onto you and jerks off, sometimes when you are awake and other times when you are sleeping and you only notice in the morning.

He tells you off for wasting water when you try and wash the sheets every day.

You are both still a little damp from showering, his curls slicked back with water and your wet hair splayed out on the pillow beneath you. You lie there as he kisses and licks at your neck, chest and stomach. He starts to go lower, putting his hands to your underwear. You reach out to push him away but he lets out a disgruntled sound, practically a growl, so you stay still again.

He takes off your underwear and then his own, and situates himself between your legs. You try not to look at him as he ducks his head down between your legs, his stubble burning your legs as he inhales your scent deeply and licks at your inner thighs. He has never used his mouth on you before and you try to squeeze your legs together to stop him, but his hands reach up to pin your legs down and keep them spread.

He kisses and licks at your cunt hungrily. When you reach out to push his head away, he gives a harsh slap to your clit and you cry out, so you stay still and let him continue his actions.

After a while, he uses his fingers. It hurts less than usual, but you still don’t like it. Then, impatiently, he stops and moves up, positioning his cock between your legs.

He starts to grind it against your cunt, gathering up all the wetness and then rubbing it down his shaft. He nudges it at your entrance and your hands fly out to his chest to try and push him away.

“No, I’ve never- I don’t-“ You begin to protest, but he interrupts you.

“That’s a good thing, sweetheart. You’ve saved yourself for someone who cares about you.” He says.

You think the opposite, but he pins your hands above your head and continues to massage your folds with the head of his cock. You are worried that if he does this, it will somehow connect you to him forever.

When he breaches your entrance, it hurts. The stretch is unlike anything you have ever felt and you don’t like it. You feel tears forming in your eyes as he continues to push in, forcing you open.

As one rolls down your cheek, he leans down and licks it. He is grinning. He likes that he has made you cry.

You focus hard on not crying so he can’t enjoy it, holding your breath and trying to withhold your tears. But this makes you wrack with a sob, his pace increasing furiously.

He watches in delight as you cry and sniffle. Everything about this is wrong. It hurts as his stubble scratches at you when he leans in close, the force of his cock driving into you is too harsh, the grip of his hands on you is too rough.

He indulges selfishly in his own pleasure and it hurts. You assume he likes the sounds you make so you try to be as quiet as you can. The only sounds are his grunts and the wet skin slapping together.

You expect him to pull out eventually and jerk off onto you like usual, but it goes on and on and he doesn’t stop. He becomes particularly forceful and then stops suddenly with a loud groan and you feel his warm hot cum releasing inside of you.

You cry, understanding what he has done.

He rolls off of you and you lie in silence for a while.

“Can I ask you something, Joel?”

“What is it?” He says, uninterested.

“If my dad died out on the supply run, how’d they have his body here. Don’t they only have people who die inside the QZ.”

He flashes that wry expression. That deceiving smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. That unnerving, cold look that still makes your skin crawl.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I don’t have all the answers.”

Something in your gut tells you not to believe him. You start to wonder if your dad had made it back, after all, and met his fate inside the walls of the QZ.

There would be no way for you to find out.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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delulustateofmind · 5 days

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Married to the Lord of Bloodshed (One-shot)

A/N: OMG! Thank you all for so much love on the Azriel one. I am literally SHOCKED. This one is for Cassian, made for fun because he reminds me so much of my husband. This one and the Azriel one are somewhat based on true stories!

**fair warning: it is unedited, like a rough draft like the last one as I am working on both the series as well. Just had a lot of fun with it!**

Summary: collections of being married to Cassian! Married for fifty years :)

Word count: 1.6k

triggers: Mentions of intimacy, lots of pet names-like LOTS, that's about it!

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You, an unlikely match, found yourself married to the formidable Illyrian warrior, Cassian, general of the Night Court. Fifty years of a beautiful marriage under your belt. Meeting at a party that somehow left you both discovering you were mates. Cassian was a completely different male when he was around you compared to how he was at the Illyrian camps.

Among your cherished moments together…

After a long day working as a healer for the court, your muscles tense. Cassian would very much enjoy rubbing out your sore muscles. You knew he did this to lead to other things.

As you would lay on the bed, flat on your back. Cassian lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder as he rubs your calf. With a mischievous smirk, he murmured, “Baby let me take care of you.” The feeling of his rough calloused hands rubbing out your sore muscles from standing all day. You couldn’t help but laugh, attempting to retract your leg from the ticklish sensation.

“Baby, that tickles,” Cassian smirks in response as he applies more pressure. “You think this tickles, I haven’t even started yet” he murmurs as he presses a thumb to your tight calf muscle as he rubs a knot out and notices your reaction as you cover your face.

“How are your muscles looking? Still sore? Maybe you should take off a few days, you’ve been working really hard. I could stay with you and keep you company.” his gaze meets yours as his hand seems to have traveled to your thigh.

“Well I’ve been going to this new workout studio before work in the mornings, it’s this new workout called pilates” a soft laugh escaping your lips as he reaches a more tense area in your thigh. His smirk fades a little as he looks at you.

“You’ve been going to the gym before work? Baby, you work like hours on end. Are you trying to run that body of yours to the ground? It’s beautiful and deserves to be cared for” Cassian states as he leans closer to you pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I never complained about you working so much, but sometimes you worry me. Try to take it easy okay? Maybe we can have a relaxing weekend together, just us, maybe go to the river?” He smiles down at you as he pulls you closer to himself. You knew where this was leading, as soon as his hands moved across your thigh and onto your hips to pull you flush against him as he kissed your lips. “How about I make you feel good tonight, hm? I’ll be gentle” He smirks with a kiss.

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However, one thing that really was a bummer was being married to a super health-conscious Illyrian. Going to the market was a challenge. Sure you enjoyed that your mate looked out for you. Picking the best fruits and vegetables to cook healthy delicious meals with.

But sometimes a girl just wants two different types of cake and maybe some cookies. Your monthly was probably starting soon but the sugar cravings were at an all-time high. Yes, Cassian would obviously let you pick up one. Not two, no no, just one. He said too many sweets would burn you out…I mean he was right, but it still sucked to admit it.

“Mamas, just pick one” Cassian chuckled as he carried the bags of food. Looking at you with a smile as you stood there for the past twenty minutes. Carefully. Picking out the one sweet treat you were allowed for the week.

You pleaded to him as if you were begging for your life. “My love, it’s so hard, can’t we get the fancy cake and the cheesecake?” You shot him a look that even a puppy would fall for, almost begging for your mate to indulge in your cravings. Pointing at the beautifully decorated chocolate cake that sat right next to its best friend, the cheesecake with the pretty little strawberries sitting on top that just went into season. “I mean look they’re best friends, baby? It’s like you and Azriel, we can’t just break them up”

Cassian smirked looking at you, trying to put up a ‘no’ look for you but the male was weak. You knew he couldn’t say no to your cute pleading face. So the moment you looked up at him, he rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But only this, one time.” He teased with mock sternness, his voice low and playful “Only, because you brought up a compelling argument”

“I have never loved you more than I have in this very moment, Pookie” You gave him a big smile as you motioned the baker over to box up both the chocolate cake and the cheesecake.

Cassian was just going to roll his eyes, but he couldn’t say no to his wife’s charms. He looked at you and chuckled, not saying anything as you walked out of the store. Grabbing the bag from you and following you. Though he did make sure to give your ass a tiny pinch on the way out.

“Pookie? I swear you’re going to be the death of me some days, I have a reputation to uphold, you know!” he teased as he walked with you. You both had to pick up a few more items before heading home for the day…

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Mornings were never your thing you despised mornings. You always opted for the afternoon or night shift when you had to work. Cassian on the other hand was a ray of sunshine in the mornings. Though, he never cared that you didn’t work out with him. Your mate just cared that you would at least move around a bit, whether that was doing yoga with Feyre or taking dance lessons over at the Rainbow. He trained you in self-defense when you first started dating. His wife needed to be able to protect herself at least.

You unfortunately had the morning shift today. A grumpy walk on the way home, you could winnow home. But, you needed the walk to cool yourself down. A walk down the streets of Velaris led you to a new studio that had just opened with the word ‘Zumba’ written on the glass. You peeked in to find music flowing out and a bunch of what seemed like moms dancing.

Sounds like a good time!

There were two open spots for tonight. You signed both your and Cassian’s names onto the sign-up sheet. Though you hadn’t asked him yet, you were sure you could be convincing enough.

Entering his office, you found Cassian engrossed in paperwork for the Illyrian camps. “Baby, my love, my sweet honey bear, snookums” you whispered in his ear as you leaned over his shoulder. Carefully not pressing weight down on his wings.

A soft hum escaped his lips as he reached for your hand. Pressing a small kiss on your palm as he kept reading a document for supplies. “What is it my love” he murmured clearly not paying attention to you.

“There’s this class going on tonight and I would really love you if you would join me,” you kissed his ear and then his neck. “Pretty please”

“Mm, what sort of class?” He hummed. Although Cassian would agree to anything for you, he couldn’t help but find your sweetness after work unusual, yet endearing. Usually, you were a snapping turtle, especially once you discover soon that he ate the last piece of cake while you were at work.

“It’s like a workout class with live music, seems fun right? Please baby…pretty please my big strong Illyrian male that I love so much” you whined as you kissed his neck with peppered kisses. Use your other hand to rub his chest.

“Yeah, we can go, let me get ready then” just the confirmation you needed. You pulled away from him and with a happy smile, just about to leave him to his paperwork. Before you knew it, Cassian had swept you off your feet, a playful gesture that spoke of what was to come when he carried you over his shoulder to your shared bedroom.

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Stepping into the ‘Zumba’ studio, Cassian realized that facing war and bloodshed paled in comparison to the challenge of dancing with a group of determined mothers on a Tuesday night. These females seemed as if they were ready for war. Strapped with their sweatbands and their workout clothes. Cassian was definitely out of place, a few of the fae women gave him curious glances as he stood in the back. The mirrors clearly show him towering over everyone, his massive wings were tucked close to his body, straining as if they sought freedom from the small studio. His small wife was beside him, grinning ear to ear as she looked up at him full of excitement.

How could he refuse when she looked that happy?

As the class concluded, Cassian found himself drenched in sweat, a testament to the intensity of the workout. Sure, he was in perfect shape, he’s had about 500 years of training. Of course, he was a fit male.

But this tortuous dance class had him wheezing and gasping for air while these moms did the cardio squats like it was nothing. A few of the moms even gave him some fist bumps, humbling the poor lord of bloodshed.

Grabbing your hand as you both left the studio, a smile formed and tugged on his lips as he reluctantly said, “Mamas, I need one of those pinky drinks you love so much.” Wiping the sweat from his brow, he looked at you expecting to lead the way to your favorite cafe.

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thecuriousquest · 11 months

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We’ll Take Care of You!

Yandere Naruto x Yandere Sasuke x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, stripping, nudity, forced bath, possessiveness, control, slight manipulation, kidnapping

Reader has no sense of direction and gets lost in the woods.

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A snap of a branch is what jolted their attention towards you.

You scrambled towards them, helplessly. “Please, help me! I’m so lost. I’ve been wandering around for two days now. Please?”

What was a supposed to be a two hour hike turned into a two day stumble around the woods. You, being directionally challenged, somehow managed to stray from the goddamn loop of the trail. Stupidly, you left your phone in the car, not wanting to be tempted by electronics. What was the point of enjoying nature if you’re just going to be looking at it through your camera or texting?

You only took two protein bars with you and a small water bottle. You ate both and drank all of the water after four hours of realizing you were actually lost.

The man with blue eyes places his hands on your shoulders. “Whoa, whoa, steady now. Yeah, we’ll help you. Sasuke, take her over by the fire. I’ll get her some water, food, and a blanket.”

Sasuke looks at the blonde with a face that says “don’t tell me what to do, asshole”. He takes you over to a foldable chair by the fire, however. You’re grateful for the warmth, shock from being exposed to the elements wearing off.

Your so filthy, leggings and loose cotton shirt covered in dirt stains from having slept on the forest floor last night. You wouldn’t be surprised if your face is streaked with dark brown as well considering your arms are.

Sasuke crouches down in front of you and studies you. He grumbles a curse as he tries to get leaves and twigs out of your messy hair. “What happened to you?”

Trauma from fearing the worst for two days is what happened to you. After not responding quickly enough, he furrows his black brows at you.

“Did you hear me?”

“I…I was hiking West Owl Trail. I’m not sure how I got off the path. It was just supposed to be a loop. I don’t have my phone with me. It’s in the car. I just felt like something wasn’t right because it felt like it was taking forever to get back to my car. I don’t know. I really don’t. I’m so bad with directions, but I thought West Owl was a good trail for me because it’s just supposed to be a circle!”

The man with marks on his face walks up to you with a blanket, having heard the last half of your rant. “It is a loop, but you have to be careful of the path that crosses through it. That one will lead you towards the mountains instead of the parking lot.”

You could die of embarrassment. God, why were you cursed with this kind of shit?

“I didn’t…I had no…” Words, Y/N, damnit!

“What’s your name?” The tall blonde asks.

“It’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.” What about you guys?”

He hands you a water bottle and a hot dog inside of a bun. “I’m Naruto Uzumaki. This is my friend, Sasuke Uchiha.”

“Don’t speak for me, dobe.”

“Whatever you say, teme.”

You can’t help but giggle at their banter. It puts you more at ease.

“Do you think you could help me find West Owl tomorrow? I really don’t want to chance my way back on my own.”

“I’m not sure if we can do that. You see, we’re spending the week here, and West Owl is on the other side of the of the trail. It would take us at least two days to get you there. You could stay with us, though. Call whoever you need to. We have a hotspot,” Naruto explains cheerfully.

You were put off by their hospitality, but they seem nice enough. You accept their invitation to stay and make the necessary calls to work and family/friends.

“Thanks again, you guys. I really appreciate it. I’m just sorry to ruin your camping trip like this. I mean, you guys seem like good friends. I can’t help but feel like I’m intruding.”

Sasuke pushes your head lightly. “Don’t talk like that. Just, shut up and eat.”

Naruto can’t help but chuckle. “He’s not mad, just so you know. He’s just grumpy all the time.”

You’re still feeling slightly offended at having your head pushed, but you shake it off realizing it was probably in jest. “It’s alright.”

Seeing you finish your food, Sasuke stands up and pulls you from the chair. “I’m just checking you over for injures. Plus, you need a bath. You reek.”

Embarrassment shoots through you upon a man, A GODDAMN MAN, telling you that you stink. What’s even more humiliating is when he lifts your shirt over your head and lets it fall to the ground. His hands go straight for your sports bra as your body finally moves.

A tiny yelp escapes your throat, and you step back from him. “Hey, I…you…you can’t just…that’s…” Why are words so difficult for you to manage?

He can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lip. You get the feeling that he’s not a man of many emotions.

“Stay still. Like I said, I’m just checking you over for injuries, and then I’ll give you a bath.”

You finally find the correct way to vocalize your thoughts. “I’m not hurt, and I can bathe myself. Please, you can’t just go stripping strangers.”

“You might have an injury or wound you don’t know about. Bites can get infected quickly out here. Also, you still seem like you’re dehydrated from running around the woods for two days on an empty stomach. We can’t have you falling into the water with a current that strong.”

He sounds logical, and you can tell his patience is running thin, but to be stripped and bathed by someone you just met? What about your pride for fuck’s sake?!

“If you’re going to be sleeping next to us tonight, you’re going to be clean,” he tells you with a firm tone that leaves no room for an argument.

You look down and nod. Tears forming, but you force yourself to hold them back.

Sasuke removes your bra, shoes, socks, leggings, and then your underwear. You’re stark naked in front of him and Naruto, and you’re completely humiliated. You miss the look on Naruto’s face, the one that says “I’ll make you my wife”.

Sasuke runs his hands over your arms, legs, and torso. He catches one foot in his grip, turning it this way and that before checking the other one. Heat flushes your body as he goes behind you. He touches your back with grazing fingers. If it were a different situation, if it were maybe a lover stroking your skin like the black haired man, you’d shudder with lust. This is a far cry from a romantic situation though. Instead, you shudder with mortification. His hands trace the backs of your legs as he finishes your examination.

“No ticks, bug bites, or injures. You got lucky. Come on.” He pulls your hand and leads you over to the edge of the river bank. He pushes you to kneel next to him.

Naruto, being the little helper that he is, brings soap and a washcloth over for him and his friend. They dip the fabric into the cold water before adding soap. Sasuke washes the front of your body while Naruto washes the back. You can’t help but shiver, and not just from the frigid temperature.

Sasuke washes between your legs, and you squeak out a soft protest. “I can wash there myself!”

He grips your sudsy chin. “It’ll go by faster if you just comply.” He continues rubbing the insides of your thighs with the washcloth before dipping it in water again and adding more soap.

You huff but stay quiet. Unable to help when you feel something slip in between your crack, you whip around and look at Naruto.

He puts his hands up and gives you a smile. “Hey, calm down, it’s alright.”

They stand you up so they can wash the rest of you. You’re completely defeated at this point, exhaustion making it hard to fight them. You let Nauto wash your bottom as Sasuke washes your breasts. If you don’t think about it too much, which you force yourself not to, it actually feels kind of nice.

They both work the dirt and twigs from your hair, and it feels like you’re at a spa getting a scalp massage. Then a bucket of warm water from being heated by the fire is poured over your head. It jolts you from your comfort, but you’re thankful they used warm water instead of water from the river.

The next thing you know, you’re being wrapped in a towel by Naruto while Sasuke dries your soaked hair with another one. You shift on your feet uncomfortably as they walk you back to the fire.

The ever so helpful blonde gives you a shirt and a pair of boxers. “They’re clean. Don’t worry. I just thought you might want to get dressed.”

Taking the clothes from him sheepishly, you dress by the warmth of the flames before wrapping yourself back up in the blanket. They give you more water and another hot dog.

“You trying to fatten me up?” You ask, attempting to break the awkward silence with a joke.

“Just eat, dumbass,” comes the quiet rebuttal of Sasuke.

You roll your eyes at him. “Come on, you guys know me better than a lot of people now after seeing my bare tits and ass.”

Naruto coughs uncomfortably. “Do you need bug spray?”

“Yeah, that would be nice actually. Mosquitos out here are nasty. I think my repellent lasted until the bath just now.”

After eating your hotdog, you’re sprayed down with a healthy dose of bug spray. You share s’mores with the both of them, and not realizing what time it is, Naruto douses the fire with water.

“Alright, guess we should get going to bed. Y/N, you can sleep with us in the tent.”

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You wake up in the morning in such a comfortable position, but the position you’re in makes you realize something. You’re nestled in between the blonde and brunette. With your bent leg draped over Naruto’s thighs and an arm behind your head, Naruto has a hand on your ass while Sasuke is palming your tit.

Shooting straight up, you practically jump out of the tent.

“Hu?” You hear. It’s gruff and groggy, and you’re not sure whom it belongs to, but you don’t really care.

As you walk further from the tent, you hear footsteps approaching you. A strong hand grabs your arm, and you turn around to see Naruto.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Is everything alright? Where are you going?”

“No, everything is not alright! I…you…he…” Get your fucking shit together. “My butt and boobs!” You could die. You really want to die.

He looks severely confused by your pronouncement of body parts. “Is this about the bath last night?”

Oh, fucking hell, they don’t even know they were groping you in the middle of the night.

Taking a deep breath, you tell him, “I woke up to you touching my butt and Sasuke with a hand on my tit.”

He goes as red as you and suddenly flips shit. “Oh my God! I wasn’t trying to pull anything funny! I swear. I had no idea! I am so sorry about that. Please, you have to believe me. I’m not like that!”

You cross your arms uncomfortably, but…he seems sincere. You nod and let him make you breakfast. It’s his way of trying to make things up to you as he put it.

Sasuke retreats from the tent at the smell of eggs and bacon. You watch Sasuke and Naruto talk about something that causes a bold blush to spread across the stoic one’s cheeks. He looks at you and offers an apology. You know exactly what he’s apologizing for, and you accept and thank him for giving you one.

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The rest of the week goes by quickly. You’re actually having one of the best vacations of your life. You play games with them, talk to them about anything and everything, pester Sasuke (which is so much fun to the point where you can’t help yourself sometimes), and you’re able to just get away from the world and be yourself.

However, all good things must come to an end, or so you think.

When they say they’re taking you back to West Owl Trail, you don’t even realize you’re going in a completely different direction than when you stumbled into the camp. Hell, you don’t even recognize the different terrain, concluding that you were just so out of it when you were lost. What you seem to lack in common sense finally comes back to you when you’ve hiked so far that you end up at a cabin.

“Guys, is this your cabin? What are we doing here? I thought we were going back to West Owl?” Questions tumble from your mouth endlessly.

You’re only shut up when Naruto places a hand on your shoulder. “You see…about that…Sasuke and I decided it would be better if you stick with us for the time being. You just don’t seem very capable of taking care of yourself. I mean, you got lost on a trail that’s just a big loop. Don’t worry, though! We’re going to take care of you now.”

“I’m directionally challenged. I can’t help it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself! I have a job, I pay my own bills, I bathe very frequently, I clean my own home, and I cook and feed myself.” You list off the ways you take care of yourself, feeling as though you’re making a useless case but trying to remain hopeful.

“That’s great! That means you can help take care of the place,” Naruto beams.

You shake your head in horror. That’s not what you meant at all.

Sasuke brings the last of the supplies inside and sets them down before sitting on the couch. “Did you explain things to her?”

“Yeah, she’s really excited about it. Even offered to help cook and clean up around here.”

“What?! No, I didn’t! I want to go back to West Owl! Take me back right now!”

“You’re not going anywhere, and lower your voice. It’s annoying. Nobody will hear you anyway. This is private property, isolated for a good three miles in each direction,” Sasuke orders.

Naruto takes your hand. “Look, let’s try to make the best of this.”

You jerk your wrist out of his grip. “There’s nothing to make the best of. Look, I don’t belong here. I have a job, friends, family.”

“It’s okay. Listen, we’re going to take care of you. There’s no need to worry about your job anymore. As for your family and friends, you can talk to them with us monitoring your texts and calls. You’ll tell them you met some people, and you’re going to be staying with them for a while.” Naruto rubs your arms reassuringly while he explains things.

You’re anything but reassured.

“No…I…this isn’t…you can’t…” Tears brim your eyes and rush down your cheeks as you realize your predicament. These two aren’t just going to let you walk out the door if you try to leave. They look strong enough to restrain or subdue you. They want you here. For what purpose? You have no idea. It could be to fulfill some sick fantasy for all you know.

You try to brush the tears away only to have more fall. It’s a fruitless endeavor, so you give up.

Naruto gives you a warm hug, but all you feel is suffocated, smothered. You want air, some space. Some fucking distance. However, too overwhelmed with what’s going on, your arms wrap around him, not wanting to anger him as you’re starting to fear the worst.

He smiles from the return of affection and whispers softly in your ear, “It’ll be alright. We’re gonna take care of you. You better believe it.”

#naruto #yandere #naruto uzumaki #yandere naruto #yandere naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #yandere sasuke #yandere sasuke uchiha #naruto sasuke #naruto x sasuke x reader #naruto and sasuke #naruto and sasuke x reader

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ya-boi-haru · 3 months

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You know what, I like you, let me share my headcannons/thoughts on an AU I recently mentioned...

Fable smp Coffee Shop AU...

• Sherb runs a 24/hr (or late opened) Cafe, The Alchemist Brew. They specialise is mixing different coffee flavours to create a new taste and can even create one for a persons specific need or even mood.

The people that have often come in say it was exactly what they needed; students coming in to study found they work best with Icarus' creations - jokes that they put a focusing chemical drug in it. People on first dates say they added an ingredient that was a big ice breaker for them to bond over. A few cases come in home sick and the drinks taste like home somehow.

• Rae runs another cafe in a different part of town. It's a more traditional place, more old fashioned, rustic aesthetic.

Rae got to take over this place a lot sooner than he thought.

His mother went missing when he was young and his step-dad, Fable, left a few years ago. Icarus' was supposed to take over the buisness but they wanted to do their own thing, especially since Rae and Icarus had different ideas on how they should run the place.

So Rae runs the Gilded Cafe. While keeping the more traditional things on the menu, Rae also explores the history with Coffee. Makes ones how they would make it 30, 50, 100 years ago and happily, shares it with their customers.

• Athena is learning how to open their own bakery (Flour Garden) with Jamie. They offer their goods as a trial to both Gilded and Alchemist Brew Cafe. This way they get to try new foods and have people taste test them and both Cafes get a unique item on their menus each week. The feedback from customers is always appreciated and it sparks new ideas for foods and types of foods.

• Momboo runs a flower and tea shop, The Pink Tulip, both as a seperate transaction but has a talent for getting sweet tastes out of nature's prettiest petals

• Which is a dramatic comparison to her sister, Ocie/Kai, who runs a bar, Sea Dragon, iconicly known for its underwater sailor/pirate aesthetic and strong drinks to match

• Wolf is a business analyst and has helped with the businesses as well as a few others around town

• His partner, Centross, helps manage the Sea Dragon. A couple years ago, he tried to start a buisness with Icarus and Easton (who is a real estate agent), but it crashed and burned real quick. Wolf talked to Kai and she was generous enough to help Centross get back on his feet and they ended up working really well together.

• Aax works in the Gilded Cafe with Rae. He came to Rae looking for work - one in a new town with no connection to the Telchin company. They were awful, treated their employees terribly, and they would use special artificial chemicals in their drinks to make it taste like flavours (Hazlenut, vanilla etc), never the real thing, even their machines were designed to cut corners with brewing.

• Ulysses is still with Telchin, casual, but is still in the town with his Partner. He used to be able to do beautiful coffee powder art, but since the accident in the shop he can't even hold a cup steady.

• Will runs little a Cafe - The Traveller - based on flavours around the world, some places he's been lucky to actually travel to. Seven helps him run the place and really good with machines so they never have to worry about things breaking.

• Now all these businesses have their challenges, but Icarus feels they have an extra one...

A night club across the street 2 doors down, "The World Port". It's an exclusive place and Icarus had heard a few things about it.

It's a jack of all trades types of place, has accommodation for any events, Bachelor party's, birthdays, buisness meetings, heck even wakes.

Icarus' problem is that - for some reason - the owner recommendeds The Alchemist Brew to their customers as a place to sober up. Which would be fine if that didn't mean nights of drunks coming in, making a mess and passing out. They somehow get their mail mixed up as well, and The World Port is loud and makes it hard to focus on work.

• The World Ports concept is to be a place for everyone. It's main area is a bar with a dance floor and great music. They have sectioned off rooms, identified by colour, each room can accommodate for certain events. You could hold 3 different events in once.

• Smaller Headcannons/Notes:

• Caspian comes into the Gilded Cafe as a place to write his stories. He started going there for the nice coffee and cozy vibes, but the manager seems really nice and passionate about his work, so he kept coming in and is now a regular. And the Barista working there is cute nice to talk to as well

• Rae grew to appreciate the small talks with Capsian while on shift. He's even made it into a few pages of Raes sketch book - that will never see the light of day - but that has nothing to do with anything! Rae always draws random customers for practice! Despite Aax pointing out that he draws Caspian more.

• Aax and Rae are dating and are peeking interest in Caspian.

• Wolf and Centross are dating, though Centross is showing interest in Kai. He would deny it to hell and back even though everyone can see it.

• Icarus gets new ingredients/inspiration from their friends. Athena and Jamie's creations, Momboos flowers etc

• During the business Icarus, Centross and Easton tried to run, Icarus made a purple drink that turned out to have an addicting side effect. Part of the reason thee business failed.

• Since the World Port is exclusive, Icarus can't get in to talk to the owner. However, there have been times when they've come into the Alchemist Brew, and Icarus has just not been in there at the right time to see them.

• If they don't want to deal with maintenance companies, the other owners ask Seven to come over and fix their equipment, especially if it should be a simple fix.

• Galahad works at The Traveller and suggested their own mix of a spicier blend

Feel free to add onto or suggest things!

#i kinda wanna cosplay from this-#partially cause i cant draw #itd be cool #fable smp #fable smp headcanon #fablesmpblr #fsmp #fable smp au #fable smp coffe shop au #coffee shop au

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pcttymcrlecu · 3 months

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dreams of someone ✒︎ m.barzal

summary: all lina’s dreams seemingly had come true – and then she met mat in a time where they both needed ... someone

featuring: mat barzal, lina thorne (oc), sydney esiason martin, and the rest of the martin family in mention

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none -- there is a ton of food mention though especially of the baked variety

dedication: this little one shot was written for bre (@fallinallincurls) for demi's winter fic exchange!

the last time ii wrote about mat was two or so years ago so please give me some grace. but writing this was the exact challenge that i needed so i really did enjoy writing it for you and adjusting it to suit your desires. so, i hope it meets your expectations and that you enjoy it!

and a little dedication as per always to demi (@wyattjohnston) for hosting and understanding that life sometimes happens.

It was a typical opening morning for Lina Thorne. She’d woken up at 4:30am, showered and got herself ready for her shift. It was a quick morning stroll to her place when the city that never sleeps was a lot quieter than and the sun was still well below the horizon and wouldn’t be painting the skies until the first batch of cookies was in the oven. The woman couldn’t hide the yawn that left her mouth as her key slid into the lock and the front door to the store opened.

Lina never imagined that she be living the dream in New York City, especially since her dreams of staying out in the big city upon finishing her internship with her mentor never came true. Instead, she found herself dreaming of what life in the big city could be for her, working in a bakery out in Boston honing her skills and surprisingly making herself seemingly at home. She had been referred for the position by her mentor despite his own wants to let the young chef go. Working her way into management and securing respect and acknowledgement in the pastry world. All an up-and-coming pastry chef could ask for. It wasn’t until during a prep day that her boss mentioned a position that she was put into consideration for that would lead her back to the city of her dreams and training not only as a baker but rather the head baker of the newest branch of the bakery she’d happily called home for the last three years.

However, as stood in the commercial kitchen under bright cool lights, being able to say she ran the little bakery on the island, she couldn’t help but pat herself on the back. The nerves had initially consumed her and although her boss and the owner of the bakery had been around for training of staff, prepping for the opening and the grand opening itself. Almost as soon as the store was open and running within the week, she was then solely in charge. It was days like this, however, that she loved the most. Mornings where she was able to get back into the very reason why she got into baking in the first place. It was a time when she could take a moment to herself and just breathe. Especially on a day like today when she had a big order to fill out, for none other than one of her newest friends in the neighbourhood.

Lina’s eyes flitted towards the clock, keenly aware that it was fast approaching time to slip the decorated sign on the door and let customers know that they were open. She had since been joined by two baristas and two of the bakers who were due to take over from her once the store opened up whilst she got her deliveries done before working through paperwork. The shout from one of the aforementioned baristas shook her out of her haze as she iced the cookies in front of her. Calling out for a moment, she finished up the cookie she was decorating before placing the pining bag down and reaching for the dishtowel.

Walking out into the front, she sent a smile to the two college students who were pulling down chairs and wiping tables before her eyes landed on a familiar head of hair tapping their fingers against her counter. Pulling a face of confusion, she moved towards him dropping the dishtowel.

“We’re not open yet.” She spoke before crossing her arms as he turned towards her. A smile that she could only describe as cheeky sat on his lips as he gave her a little shrug before leaning towards her.

“I was told to pick up a cookie deliver. Sydney’s orders,” He spoke with amusement filling his words, “There’s no saying no to that woman.”

“Mat, Syd’s order is set for delivery.” She wasn’t quite sure if she believed in what he was saying but it wasn’t in her nature to be unkind.

Lina had met Mat by chance and obviously all thanks to the woman currently in question. Sydney and a couple of the other wives and girlfriends of the Islanders had dropped by for a coffee date from which Sydney had made it her newest spot and was happily welcomed by the bakery’s staff as a regular. The more time Sydney spent in the establishment, the more opportunities she got to speak with young women and truly it was hard to say no to that woman. Before she knew it, she was being invited to dinners, and girls’ nights – she had even frequented hockey games which was something she hadn’t done since she was in culinary school. The late nights of the games just didn’t align with the early morning that was required of her at the store. It was one of the rare late nights she had free when she was invited by Sydney to a dinner party at the Martin residence and she had run into Mat. The story according to Syd was that Mat was only invited because of a recent break-up and them wanting him to be around people who loved him and wanted nothing but happiness for him. It, and Lina will quote, “is not a matchmaking setup” like other introductions to Sydney’s male friends of the same age as the baker had been.

The two had been seated next to one another and Mat’s glum mood had caught her attention. But not knowing anything of his current situation and maybe having had a little too much fun doing unplanned pres with the hostess with the mostess gifting her looser lips than normal, she had made a remark about his apparent brooding. A thought she assumed was just that but upon hearing the chatter quieten down a little, she realised her words most definitely left her mouth. Slowly lowering her glass to the table, she turned to apologise to the male beside her when the snort that he let out left her sorry and confused. It was all quickly replaced with intrigue when he shot back with a retort of his own, prompting the two adults into a comfortable and playful argument. It was that moment where instead of anticipating the presence of a certain blonde every day, she noticed a certain brunet make a place for himself at the table closest to the counter by the display case.

The baker had been warned against Matt’s teammates but none other than Matt himself. She’d gotten the idea that Matt was keenly aware of his wife’s ability to befriend people and more importantly take them under her wing, if how quickly she was welcomed into the family dynamic of Martins was anything to go by. Regarding dating, who was she to question a man who spent most of his time with said teammates, she doubted she’d ever even meet and if she ever did, so many faces pass through her doors, she wouldn’t even remember them. Which is why the hockey player who had chosen to make himself a fixture had initially garnered a little apprehension from her but without fail, he always came in and grabbed a coffee (and a cake on those days he chose to treat himself), his a seat and left when he was all done, never without a generous tip. He was kind enough to her staff and even kinder to the other regulars who were in at the same time as him, so she let him be. All business is good business, even though she knew for a fact there were coffee shops much closer to his apartment, the arena and even the practice facility. But who was she to complain.

She couldn’t remember when it started but she eventually started joining him when he’d visit in the mornings. Their chats were surprisingly something familiar, and comfortable, like talking to an old friend. They joked and teased but most of the time they just let go. It had been a couple weeks since they first met, and it wasn’t until the second week of them sharing a drink that he’d actually opened up about why he was looking so glum the night they had met and why he was hanging around her café. How he got her store details from Sydney and how he was drawn to the fact that she didn’t handle him as though he was fragile. How all he had wanted when it felt like someone he cared about deeply had uprooted him from his very foundation was normalcy. And that’s what Lina gave him. He was just another friend of a friend to her; he was just Mat to her. Not heartbroken Mat, not healing Mat, not even NHL superstar – Just Mat.

“Well, you’re not all that Mathew.” She had stated to which he could only respond with a soft ‘Exactly’. Ever since that moment, they had shared ample time with one another both in and outside of his coffee trips. And despite the time Mat has been spending within their four brick walls, it was still a surprise to see him at the store before opening.

“Can’t be, she sent me a frantic message at 7 telling me she needed a favour and who am I to fulfil my favourite uncle duties,” He explained before sending a wink her way, “Anything for Winnie.”

“Yeah, she lied to you,” She answered, giving him a double pat on the shoulder and a short cackle before moving over and opening the gate for the man, “One time only, might as well put you to work.”

The two of them made their way to the kitchen and while Mat went to wash his hands (not before Lina pointed a firm finger towards the sink to gently direct him to do so), Lina grabbed him a free apron and tossed it over his shoulder. Moving back to the station where the last of the cookies were waiting to be decorated and then packed away for delivery.

“So, what can I do?” Mat slipped the apron over his head as he leaned over to observe the spread of baked goods before glancing back over at her. His confident smile slowly slipped off his face as she grabbed a piping bag and handed it over to him.

“I line, you flood.”

“Didn’t you train like three years for this?” Giving the bag a gentle squish and frowning when no icing flowed out.

“It’s basically impossible to mess it up, it’s like colour by numbers,” She explained softly as she grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the end of the piping bag while adjusting his hand to make sure no icing was wasted. Pulling the cookies, she was previously working on in front of him all lined and ready to fill in front of him, before gesturing towards the piping bag and gesturing back to the cookies. “Match the flood colour to the line colour. Winnie does it all the time.”

“While I know that’s not really true, the dig hurts.” His free hand flew up to his chest in mock hurt before laughing and finally putting icing to cookie with an almost amusing amount of concentration.

“Get filling pretty boy, I will not have my little princess disappointed.”

The two of them worked almost like a well-oiled machine. It almost felt like she was back in culinary school, helping out with the younger years. They weren’t always perfect, but their hearts were always in the right place and if there was one thing she had learnt about Mat was that his heart was always in the right place. Almost to a fault. The whole bravado he put on was more like a mask. At least in front of her. He never had any walls up with her, but he definitely had worn the walls she constructed when she moved down. She always knew that those walls had to come down eventually, but she definitely didn’t expect it would come from a chance encounter with a random stranger. The girls and her staff had done their fair share and warming her up and making her feel at home but the first time she ever truly let herself be with no pretences and no fears of being judged and not fitting in was sitting in the store over a cup of coffee with Mat.

Before long, all the cookies, cupcakes, and the grand finale cake of it all were packed into the refrigerated bakery van ready for transportation to the Martins' house, where preparations, if the texts and calls she had received from Sydney were anything to go by, were well underway. Despite Mat’s pleas to drive, Lina kept a firm hold of the keys until they were safely parked in their friends’ driveway. Grabbing her garment bag from its place hanging in the backseat, she walked up to the front door. Mat’s knuckles were knocking against the wooden door as Lina reached him up on the front step. His eyes were drawn to the bag in her hand, and he couldn’t help but bring up his curiosity.

“What’s with the change of attire?”

“As if I’m going to spend the rest of the day in clothing that’s covered in powdered sugar, flour and dried batter and dough. Plus, if I’m going to be around kids with surprisingly sticky hands, I’m going to start with a fresh slate.” Her words were light and humorous and before Mat could even attempt a response, the door opened and a hand was wrapped around Lina’s wrist, pulling her into the house quickly.

“Thank goodness you’re here, I need your help.” The blonde in front of her pulled her to the side before aggressively motioning to Mat who was still pulling his shoes off. He almost comically pointed to himself before looking behind him only to be physically pulled into their little huddle a second later, “There’s so much left to sort out and both Alice and Winnie want pancakes. Help Matty and I out?”

“Don’t think I’m your guy, I’mma just –“

“Of course we can help, go do what you need to do,” Lina responded, grabbing onto Mat’s arm before he walked away. Sydney gave her a smile and with a blown kiss, she was gone. Once her friend was out of view, Lina’s hand swung up to Mat’s shoulder, “Really?”

“What?” He was greeted simply with a shaken head as she slipped her own shoes off along with her jacket before she walked into the kitchen. Pouting at the lack of an answer, he followed her quickly “What?”

Mat watched as she made quick work of pulling out the necessary ingredients and equipment for the pancakes. Pulling up one of the bar stools, he settled into a routine that was very much a typical evening for them. Since he frequented the store so much, Lina had decided that for all the real estate he was taking away from her other customers, he had to give something back and that was how he became her official taste tester. Once, every other month they’d get together and along with a constantly refilled glass of wine (courtesy of Mat), she’d bake all her experimental recipes and flavour pairings on him. It was one of the things that she loved about him. She loved simply baking with no pressure of it being commercially viable and nothing is better than baking for someone who is more than happy to consume. Even if it means she has to put up with the constant whining about how her goods are going to make a certain someone work harder at the gym.

The two worked in a comfortable quiet, Mat had put music on the Alexa quiet enough not to disturb anything happening in the other parts of the house. Mat was picking at the tester pancake before he hopped off the stool and made his way over to the cupboard and pulled out the Nutella and a spoon, before settling himself beside the baker who was humming along to the music.

“What happened to all that ‘I’m a disciplined athlete’ talk?”

“I’m just a man and you’re out here teasing me with all those amazing treats you made me decorate and now you expect me to not have at least one spoonful of chocolatey goodness?” Forcefully scooping up a spoonful of said spread, her pointed it in her direction for a moment before shoving it in his mouth, “You have too much faith in me.”

“Oh, now that is pushing it,” She said flipping one of the pastries onto a plate before turning to face him as she poured more batter on the hot plate, “Would you please just cut some strawberries and stuff?”

Although it wasn’t without complaints, sure enough, they were working side by side. Lina flipping pancakes and Matt cutting strawberries into quarters as they quietly spoke about their weeks, catching each other up on their respective TV shows.

“You know this is what I miss the most.” Lina hummed in question at his statement, only slightly inclining her head in his direction, “I miss just having someone to talk to. To exist with. To be with.”

Silence flooded through the pair as her head turned towards him as he continued chopping the fruit, a bittersweet smile on his face. She took a deep breath as she felt a wave of emotion flood through her as his words processed in her head. Her hand was on the dial, turning the heat off and placing the spatula down. Her words came out as an unsteady breath as she turned fully towards him. “Oh Mat…”

“I know I’ve already talked you to death about … that situation but –“ Mat lowered the knife but still made no effort to look in her direction and shook his head slightly before huffing out a quiet laugh, “It’s not just that you didn’t treat me like I could break but the time we spent together, the conversations we had. It almost felt like having someone again. Except this time, it was in the shape of friend – someone I can’t lose. Until I kept getting to know how wonderful you are.”

The words to comfort the man in front of her were proving difficult to come by so Lina simply stepped towards him and did the only thing she could think of, wrapped her arms around him. With one arm around his back and the other holding onto his arm, she laid her head on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze.

“I’ve done the whole break up thing before I don’t know why this time it was difficult. I guess I got too comfortable with the wrong person, I don’t know but I know it was wrong now. I knew it was wrong the moment I had coffee with you for the first time because you made me feel more heard and all you were doing was entertaining a customer who wouldn’t leave your store.” She couldn’t help the laugh that left her, giving him a whole-body nudge and shaking her head as it pressed against his bicep muttering a soft ‘not true’.

Lina felt Mat’s head move to look towards her, moving her own to look up at him but keeping him in her soft hug. She would never admit it to him, considering the subconscious promise she made to herself upon finding out he was still working through his breakup. Their eyes met and he couldn’t help the smile that floated onto his lips until a little embarrassment covered his face, “Sydney didn’t tell me to come and collect Win’s treats, I just hoped if I turned up, I wouldn’t have to share your attention with your customers.”

“I’ve told you before Mathew you never have to be jealous of customers taking me away from you. I’ll always be there for you,” She muttered, pulling away before turning him until they were chest to chest, “I know we joke but I truly will always be there for you. Maybe covered in icing but always there.”

“And I you,” At his words, she wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a proper hug.

Inhaling deeply, she felt him do the same as his arms wrapped firmly around her trapping her between them, not that she was complaining. Her mind rushed through the past couple weeks of her life since meeting the man and she couldn’t believe just how close and open she had got with him. There were people she’d met during culinary school and knew for 4 years and worked with in Boston for 3 years who didn’t know as much about who she was outside of the kitchen as Mat did, and she’d barely known him for a couple months.

He had an interest in getting to know her and just wanted to sit and speak with her, whether or not he had his own ulterior motives for appreciating her company, they bonded. They spent a lot of time together doing nothing more than talking in their own little world. Lina would go as far as to say that she knew him and not just superficially but at a much deeper level and she could entirely feel what he was saying about how being with her feels because she felt the exact same way. Releasing him from her hold, she was suspended on her toes as Mat took a little longer to pull his arms away. She laughed softly, keeping her hands perched on his shoulders as she looked up at him with a soft and gentle smile.

“You bring me peace too,” She whispered, letting out a breath as she steeled herself to admit her truth to him, something that she’d become very comfortable with so what did she have to lose this time, “I love being your someone, because you’re my someone.”

If Mat was smiling before, the smile that took over her face at her words was rivalling the sun. A deep sigh left his mouth, and it was almost like all the tension that had filled his body since he started speaking had been loosened instantly. His shoulder dropped as the tension fell away and his hands found hers up on his shoulders, holding them tight between them. He went to speak but a shout of ‘LiLi’ filled both of their ears from the living room. Touching his forehead against hers, they both laughed gently as the shouts got closer and more frequently. Pushing back up on her toes, Lina pressed a firm kiss to his cheek before pulling away. Giving him one last peck on the cheek before she properly pulled away.

“Later?” He simply smiled at her question as the sound of small footfalls got closer.

“Later.”

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x oc #( m writing. )#the winter fic exchange 2k24 #( I think I saved my graphic funny because I've been fighting with the quality for like half an hour )#( sorry this is late bre :( but I hope you enjoy it )#( this was both a challenge to write but I've been meaning to write mat again for literally years so thanks for the change bre and demi )#( this was supposed to be posted earlier but my dad just flew back home from attending my nana’s funeral so i spent the day with him oops )

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pensat-i-fet · 11 months

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I want you to stay (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Another cute fluffy request I had a great time writing. Apologies to any Danish speakers if the article I used for the few words in your language that I included deceived me. And enjoy reading! ❤️❤️ **

Word count: 2726

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“Why don’t you come to my office later so we can go through the different internship options?”

“Sure. Is 4 ok?”

“Perfect. See you there”.

You left your class ready to pick up some food on your little break before the last two lessons of the day. Finally, after two years in uni, it was time to look at potential internships. You knew that was what could really get you a job after uni, not just the good grades.

At 3.55, always punctual, you arrived at your professor’s office. And when you got inside, you noticed all the pieces of paper on her desk.

“Hi. Sorry I’m early”.

“It’s ok, sit down, please. So, we’ve got a lot of options here for you. Let me tell you about them”.

She went through all the possible internships and it was a bit overwhelming for you. You expected two or three…not fifteen.

“Roger really wants this one but I think you’d be a better candidate”.

That caught your attention. Roger had been your nemesis during the whole time you were in uni. Always fighting to see who got the best grades and overall being way too competitive. So…the idea of taking the internship he wanted was appealing.

“It’s for Barça. They need someone for their media team. You know, to script and help film the videos for social media”.

“Why do you think I’m a good candidate? If you don’t mind me asking. It’s just that I’m not a football fan”.

“I know, but you are the most creative. Your ideas for assignments have always been the most original and I think you’d fit right in. Football is secondary. They won’t be expecting you to know about it. Just to create content the fans like”.

There wasn’t much time to think about it so you quickly thought about all the pros and cons for each option. And even if you weren’t too proud to say it, the biggest pro ended up being pissing your enemy off.

“I’ll take the Barça job”.

Three weeks later, you were in the Barça offices, being told everything that was expected from you and it was a lot. Did they realise you were just an intern and still had to do a lot of things for uni?

“Some players are a bit more…complicated”.

“You mean they are divas”, nothing you didn’t expect.

“I meant shy. Divas are great for this, actually. They love talking on camera. The shy ones…”.

“Who’s the one you struggle with the most?”, you asked, now curious.

“Gavi. And we know him being in the videos will give us so many more views but he just doesn’t want to do them. He gets too uncomfortable and we don’t want to force him to do something he doesn’t want to do”.

Even if you weren’t a big football fan, you knew Gavi. Who in Barcelona didn’t? But it surprised you to find out he was shy. He didn’t look it on the pitch.

“I can help with that”, your statement was met with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“If you get Gavi to be in more than one video, I’ll give you a real contract. Not just an internship”.

You laughed nervously. He was joking, right?

“I’m not joking. I know you have great references from teachers but those of us who’ve known him since he was a little boy can’t get him to do it so I’m not sure how you’d be able to".

“I’ll find a way”.

If there was something you loved, it was a challenge.

For your first couple of days, you didn’t really get to bring your ideas to the table but to see how everyone else worked. You tried to absorb as much information as possible.

“So…what would you like to do for your first video?”, asked one of your new colleagues.

“I thought a challenge could be fun. There is a Champions League match coming so how about a language one? We have a Danish speaker in the team, so we can get another player to try and say something in his language. It’s always fun to see them getting it all wrong”.

“Sounds great. We haven’t used Andreas much for videos either so good idea. Who do you think should be the other player?”

“Gavi”.

Did he really snort? “We can’t get him to speak Spanish and you want him to speak Danish. Are you a secret Madrid fan?”

“No, I just think it’s time for him to do more videos. I’ll sort it out”.

“You keep dreaming big. I guess it’s good for our profession”.

All these comments were getting to you. How hard could it be to get Gavi to film a video?

“Ga…”, should you call him by his nickname or his real name? Maybe nickname is better. “Gavi! Hi! Could you come here a second?”

He turned to look at whoever was talking to him while he was on his way to the dressing room. That voice…he didn’t recognise it.

“Who is…hi. Sorry, who are you?”

“I’m new here. I’m working for the media team and need you to do a video for us so I wanted to let you know in person. Just in case you had questions about it”.

“I don’t…have you not been told I don’t like being in videos?”

You realised then how shy he really was. And you actually found that so cute.

“I have. But I think it’ll be good for you to do them more often. So you get used to it. Do you like Christensen?”

“Sure. He’s really nice”.

“Amazing! You’re doing a video with him tomorrow at 2. See you there!”

The option of not giving him time to refuse wasn’t perfect but it’d have to do for now. You left the area with a little smile on your face. But because you didn’t stay to see his reaction, you didn’t see Gavi was smiling too. He didn’t know where you came from all of a sudden but he was intrigued. And if filming a video was the way to get to know you…well, maybe it was time to face his fears.

“He’s actually here”, said one of the cameramen, making you look at him.

“Who?”

“Gavi”.

You couldn’t hide your smile when you turned to look at him. He looked so out of place. And then you noticed some movement by the door.

“Who’s there?”

“My stupid teammates who have been mocking me since they found out I’m filming a video”, said Gavi, rolling his eyes.

“Do you want me to kick them out? I can look very scary”.

He just laughed and shook his head. And you left him there to keep on getting everything ready for the video. Gavi kept looking at you moving around the room and then noticed his phone buzzing.

[Barça groupchat]: now we know why you said yes to the video 🤣

He shook his head again and locked the phone, taking a final look at his teammates who left laughing at him.

“Ok boys, sit there and here you have the script, Andreas. We just need you to read the sentences so Gavi can copy you and then guess what it means”.

“Right”, said Gavi, swallowing and wondering why he got himself in this mess.

“I’ll go easy on you, don’t worry”, laughed Andreas.

And so they started to film the video. The little intro you had written for them took longer than you thought and you ended up asking Andreas to say the lines instead to see if he was more comfortable in front of the camera.

“Stop worrying”, you told Gavi, touching his shoulder. “Just forget about the camera. You’re here with your teammate, who you get on well with. Imagine you’re chatting in the dressing room before the match. It’s just you two here”.

“And you”.

“Do you want me to leave?”, you joked.

“No. I want you to stay”.

Now it was your time to be nervous, feeling his intense gaze on you. But you just nodded and left to go back behind the camera.

“Hvordan har du det?”, said Andres, making Gavi stare at him with wide eyes.

“Oh God…can you do it word by word?”

And so Andreas did, slowly pronouncing each word and waiting for his teammate to repeat them.

“That wasn’t bad. What do you think it means?”

“No clue”, laughed Gavi.

“It just means how are you. Ok, next one: Hvad hedder du?”

“Which means?”

“What’s your name”, answered the Danish defender. “And then you would answer Jeg hedder and your name. So for you it’s Jeg hedder Gavi”.

“Jeg hedder Gavi. I’ll say that at the match”.

Everyone in the room laughed and Gavi turned to look at them. He had almost forgotten they were there. But when he saw you smiling, his nerves were back.

“That was great, guys. People will love the video. Thank you”.

Gavi approached you while you were making sure all the footage was ok. “Thank you, for the advice. It really helped”.

“Do you think you’ll do more videos in the future then?”

“I guess. If you’re here helping, maybe”.

You smiled at that. See? It wasn’t that hard to get him to film a video.

“I’ll take that as a compliment”.

“It was”.

That stare again…it was making you blush. “Then promise me you’ll film a video with Pedri so everyone can shut up about it”.

“I’ll think about it”, he said, but his smile said he’ll do it. If it meant spending more time with you, he will film as many videos as you wanted him to. But hopefully, he would just have to speak Spanish on the next one.

The weeks passed and your crush on Gavi kept growing more and more every day. He was always trying to find ways to see you most days, even if he still hadn’t been asked to film another video.

When you were gone for two days, because of your uni exams, he panicked thinking you were gone. And seeing his overreaction when you were finally back didn’t help with the crush. Because…could he possibly feel the same way about you? You didn’t allow yourself to daydream much about it but the idea was still there.

“Gavi!”

“Pablo”.

“What?”

“Stop calling me Gavi, my friends call me Pablo”.

“Your teammates don’t”, you said, confused. He seemed to be friends with many of them.

“It’s different. They are football friends”.

“And I’m not?”

That stumped him. What were you? He couldn’t really put a proper label on how he saw you.

“Just call me Pablo”.

“Ok…Pablo”, you said dramatically. “I need that video with Pedri so no more excuses. It’s happening”.

“What do I get in return?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you’re making your fans very happy?”

He shook his head playfully. “Not enough. Come to the match with me”.

“The match? Of course I’m going, I need to get content from it. And you’ll be playing. Have you hit your head again?”

“Not that match. The Barça Athletic match from tonight. None of the boys are going and I don’t want to be alone. So you can come with me”.

He actually didn’t know if any of the boys were going but hoped they weren’t or it’d be hard to explain.

“So I’m like…20th choice?”, you laughed.

First choice, actually. “Pleeeeasse, come with me”.

“Ok. But you’re doing the video”.

“I’ll do all the videos you want”.

“Be careful making those promises”.

A few hours later, you were getting ready for the match. What should you wear? Gavi had only ever seen you wearing Barça clothes but this wasn’t a date, right? And it was a match, you couldn’t dress up too much. And if it wasn’t a date, why did you care so much about what you were wearing?

“Where are you going?”, asked your sister, getting into the room.

“A match”.

“You’re working today? I thought the match was tomorrow”.

“It’s not work. I’m going to watch one”.

“You’re going to watch football?”

“Yeah, I was invited to go…”.

“Who invited you?”

You didn’t answer right away but your sister knew you well. And the way you were blushing was very telling.

“Just someone from work”.

“Someone from the media team?”, she tried first.

“No”.

“A player?”

“I need to go”, you said, trying to leave the room but she stopped you grabbing your arm.

“Which one?”

“It’s not a date. It’s just me going to a match. I’m trying to learn about football”.

“Sure…which one?”

“Gavi”.

“And you’re wearing that?”

Thank you for the boost of confidence, you thought.

“It’s not a date”.

“Right”, she said winking at you, “not a date. But let’s pretend it is and dress like you’re going to one”.

She helped you pick an outfit that was cute but not too much for the place you were going to. And after wishing you good luck, you left to go to the stadium. The nerves got worse the closer you got there but when you saw Gavi, looking so cute with his hood on, you relaxed. It was just him, you’d be fine.

“I almost didn’t recognize you with that disguise on”.

“It works sometimes”, he said, looking down embarrassed.

“Really?”

He ignored your jokes and told you to follow him so you could go to your seats.

Once the match started, you both concentrated on watching the players. Gavi murmured things every once in a while and it took you a second to understand he was telling the players what to do. So cute.

At halftime, you decided to stay there while people left to go grab some food or use the toilet. It took him 45 minutes but Gavi finally found the courage to speak to you about…well, you. No work stuff, no football…he wanted to get to know you.

"So, would you like to stay at Barça after the internship? I know you have to finish your degree but I’m sure they would wait for you. Everyone speaks highly of you".

"Not really", you said, making him frown. That’s not what he wanted to hear.

"Why?"

"Can I tell you a secret?", he nodded. "I only took this internship because of a rivalry with another student. I don't even like football".

You laughed but he didn't find it funny.

"Why are you even here then?", he asked, harshly.

“What do you mean? I had to do an internship. And I’m glad I took this. I’ve had fun”.

“Fun…yeah”.

“Pablo, are you ok?”

“I’m great. Just…let’s watch the match”.

“It didn’t start again”, you pointed out, worried by his mood change. You’ve seen him doing that on the pitch but not off it.

“I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back”.

When he got back, he just sat down and barely acknowledged you. And it hurt. What had you done for him to act like this?

“Are you mad at me or something?”, you finally asked, not liking the silence between you two.

“Why are you here?”

"Because you invited me".

"Well, soon you won't have to bother with my invitations or with having to babysit me when I film videos or whatever".

"You're not bothering me and I’m not babysitting you. I’m just doing my job".

“A job you didn’t want to do”, he muttered.

“Just because I didn’t love the idea at first doesn’t mean I don’t love the job now”.

“You don’t love it enough to stay”.

When he finally looked at you, you noticed he looked sad. Was he sad because of you not staying at the club? And what did it mean if he was?

“Do you want me to stay?”, he nodded, looking away. “Do you realize not staying at the club doesn’t have to mean we will never see each other again, right?”

That made him look at you again. “It doesn’t? I’m too used to people coming and going from my life so…that’s not an option I thought of”.

“So, do you want me to stay?”

“I already told you I do. And it’s not just me, other players really enjoy having you around and…”.

“No, Pablo”, you interrupted him. “That’s not what I mean now. I mean, do you want me to stay in your life?”

“Yes”.

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copperbadge · 5 months

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This week feels very busy and crazy stacked with stuff I have to do, but mainly because I've done all the easy stuff (not just in terms of cleaning but in terms of like, life) so all that's left is all the hard stuff that requires a lot of brainpower. I'm trying to limit it to one task a day; today I got a really important project at work put to bed, which is good, but it means tomorrow I have to tackle the really important project I pushed off to make room for today's.

I'm doing a lot of putting-off lately not because I'm a particular procrastinator but just because, while I know I'll be fine if I open the various documents I need and just look at them, I'll be able to move forward...I panic at the thought of getting the documents open. I'll work through it, I always do, but Therapist has me looking into clinical research on catastrophizing in the next few weeks, which is not an accident.

That said, I went out to the library this evening and managed to wade through a lot of the notes I'd taken on Royals/Ramblers. There really isn't actually that much I need to fix, and adding a few brief scenes is taking care of a lot of it. There's still some "read the entire book through and adjust these themes" along with some "Go to these specific scenes and change Every Detail About Them" but it won't be as hard as I thought. I think probably the issue is that there's a LOT I need to change in the Dychev short story, and that was freaking me out, but that one can wait a while.

And while I need to do a bunch of research for the football novel, technically Simon's novel is the next one in the slate at this point, and Simon's novel is actually starting to look a lot easier -- more like a fun challenge than a difficult task. Simon's novel will incorporate a lot of "pre recipe essay" style passages, which are actually fun, even if I'm not very experienced with writing an unreliable narrator. And at least I'm on slightly firmer footing when it comes to food. :D

Moral of the story: libraries are great for putting a stop to catastrophizing, and if you've fucked up the story about the boats, well, use it as an object lesson in not fucking up the story about the curried chicken.

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morosis-haze · 9 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nanami Kento x Gn!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of a knife (used for cooking) cheating and hooking up (not involved with the relationship with Nanami this ain’t a cheating fic)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Nanami can’t help but take notice of the stress his s/o is facing and he only wishes you’d share your burdens with him.

Work has been stressful for you this week. Nothing unusual everyone had their days, but it was piling up on you from messy coworkers and their need to complain about one another to you or the fact that your boss felt the need to keep giving you work because he “knows you could handle it”

It left you heading home later than usual with a pounding headache and more papers to finish. It didn’t help to not see your boyfriend home by the time you got back. Shrugging off your coat you head to the kitchen as much as you want to finish the work you brought home, your stomach is in need of food.

Kento came home to hear the sound of a knife hitting a cutting board. Any other time he would’ve been happy to know he could just jump in to assist you with dinner for the night, but with how aggressively the knife hit the board he knew you weren’t having the best day.

“Hello, my love” He voiced, letting you be aware of his presence before he rested his hands on the side of your waist. “How was work?” rubbing smooth circles on you.

“It was fine” You left the answer short not wanting to bother him with all your problems. He dealt with curses and other issues. So, why bother him over office drama and other nonsense?

“What are you defining ‘fine’ as?” You looked at him through the side throwing him a questioning look “It was fine, what else is there to say?”

Kento sighs turning you around to face him before rephrasing his question “How have you been throughout the day?” He took the knife out of your hand, putting it on the counter. “Don’t lie to me” His eyes look stern, almost challenging you on your reply.

“Annoying a bit not like much happened there isn’t anything to tell you about” He keeps his gaze on you trying to read your expressions. “Then I wanna hear what annoyed you so much”

He was waiting for you to go into detail about your day. All the work that was given to you, every other random task you dealt with, mentions of coworkers he never met, and having to remind him that, that one worker with the cheating scandal isn’t the new intern trying to hook up with the boss. He wanted to hear every little thing and he would engage in conversation letting you know he listened.

“Your boss better be giving you a raise soon with all of this happening” You could only nod in agreement getting a raise or promotion would do you good and possibly be more motivating for the workload given to you lately.

“If he doesn’t I’ll talk to him” Kento wasn’t one to always be confrontational, especially with things that didn’t exactly concern him, but taking note of your behavior the past week and from what he heard about your workplace someone needs to say something to your boss.

You only let out an airy laugh not fully believing he’d go there “I appreciate it really but that’s not needed-”

Kento interrupts you knowing what you would say “You could handle it. I know you can, you handle a lot of things well that isn’t new to me. I just want you to know you could accept help, there's nothing wrong with that.” Kento holds your chin up to him making sure you don’t look away from him.

“I know, but I don’t want to bother you” Once again he cuts you off “I’m dating you, I’m meant to be here for these things. You’re not gonna become a burden to me suddenly for speaking out about how you feel or asking something of me. If I deal with Gojo all day then I could deal with all of that alongside you.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead “I want to share your burdens. Now what can I help you with?”

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anabdaniels · 7 months

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Cowboytober Day 11- Pregnancy sex

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1.6k

Rating: 18+

Warning: GirlDad!Jack (too adorable to not be warned), mentions of pregnancy tiredness, shaken self-esteem, praising, oral (f receiving), face-to-face sex, cry during sex.

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Even before became your husband, Jack already was the most incredible man you’ve ever met and, not surprising you, he became even more amazing when you got pregnant. He cried like a child when you showed him the positive test and after that day he never left your belly away from his hands again. Your stomach haven’t started to grow or the baby started to move yet, but Jack was already spending hours caressing your belly and talking with the baby.

His excitement and proud dad behavior when the baby kicked for the first time just wasn’t bigger than his melted and happy reaction when the doctor confirmed that the baby was a girl. Jack spent the following hours talking about the dollhouses, dresses, plushies, the pony, and the tiny pink cowboy hat he was planning to buy for his little princess. And obviously, your baby wasn’t the only one he was planning to spoil.

If Jack already pampered you before, now he was coming back home every day with half of the grocery store for you. Your favorite foods? At that point you believed that he could read your mind, ‘cause you didn’t have to ask for them anymore, he’d always come home with the exact one you were craving for. Do anything around the house? You were strictly forbidden to. In the first weeks, he kept bringing the medical recommendations of not making any effort to not let you move a finger. When you were around six months of pregnancy, his excuse changed to “Sugar, you’re already doing too much carrying our little girl, there’s no chance I’m letting you touch these dishes.”

And honestly? You weren’t complaining about a single thing.

You always imagined that being pregnant wasn’t easy, but you didn’t imagine that you’d be so exhausted even before reaching eight months. Your lower back was killing you most of the time, and lying down to sleep was getting more challenging every single day, such as putting on shoes, not only because your belly was pretty big, but because it seemed that every part of your body decided to swell along with your stomach.

As it happened a lot in the last weeks, you were comfortably settled on Jack’s lap, while he gently massaged your lower back, you weren’t in pain that afternoon, but you wouldn’t miss a chance to have your husband taking care of you. You smiled when you felt the baby moving a bit and kicking softly, your body was nestled against Jack, so he could notice the baby’s moves too.

“Easy, little one.” He looked down and caressed your belly “Be gentler with mommy.” He leaned forward and kissed your belly, smiling when the baby moved a bit more hearing his voice “I can’t wait to meet you, my little angel. And I bet my little girl will be as beautiful as her mother.” As usual, he was almost turning into a puddle, caressing and kissing your belly a couple more times.

“I hope you’re talking about my pre-pregnancy look.” You said quietly and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re talking like you’re not looking like a damn goddess right now, honey.” He answered promptly and kissed your cheek.

“If the comparison is a watermelon, I’m really looking good.” You chuckled softly.

“You mean?” he raised one eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“C’mon, I’m turning into a ball every passing day. There’s no single part of me that ain’t growing.” You explained calmly.

“I still don't see the problem.” He said while passing his arms around you “I mean, I ain’t complaining about it.” You blinked a few times, processing his sincere answer.

“Elaborate, please.” You settled better on his lap, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“Sweetheart, letting aside the fact that your belly is the most beautiful thing in this world, I couldn’t be more amazed by how stunning you look now, not to mention that your hips and butt are looking more incredible that any work of art.” Jack said it with all the naturalness of this world and you couldn’t hide your surprised expression.

“Alright, I’ll admit that you caught me off guard with this.” You smiled softly, caressing his hair.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you’re my biggest weak spot, sugar?” he caressed your lower back and leaned to kiss you calmly.

You relaxed on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hands moving up and down on your back. You settled better on his lap, grabbing his hair with one of your hands and already feeling the pregnancy hormones working on you, not letting you notice when you started to move your hips. Aware of how much your hormones were making you unbelievably horny recently, Jack followed your rhythm, letting his hands caress all over your body.

Still focused on the kiss, you started to unbutton his shirt, getting rid of it and letting your hands move on his skin. Jack smiled against your lips, moving his hands up your thighs and lifting your dress slowly, and only breaking the kiss to move your dress over your head, letting you with no clothes left, being seven and half months pregnant, the last thing you wanted was panties or a bra smashing you.

Calmly, Jack placed you on the bed, kissing your neck and slowly moving down your body, being a bit more careful with the intensity of his caresses, aware that you were more sensitive. When he planted a kiss on the lower part of your belly, you started to squirm a bit, craving for more. Aware of your needs, he didn’t procrastinate before settling between your legs and moving his mouth to your throbbing clit.

You grabbed his hair tight and moaned, involuntarily moving your hips as you felt the warm touch of his tongue on the precise rhythm to drive you crazy in no time, which, associated with the improved sensibility down there that the pregnancy was causing you, was more than enough for you to whimper, contort, and moan his name audibly. And of course, Jack wouldn’t make things easier for you, moving his hands over your body, caressing every inch of it. You didn’t even bother to try to hold back and just allowed yourself to squeeze his head between your thighs and moan even louder as you hit your climax, softening on the bed almost instantly after it.

Recovering your rational thoughts, you turned on the bed, lying on your side, at that point of pregnancy, the only minimal comfortable way to lie down. You smiled when Jack lay by your side, you could see the remnants of his well-done job on his mustache and lips, and, judging by the smirk on his face, you weren’t the only one very satisfied with it. Not wanting to waste time, you pulled him closer and kissed him, savoring your taste in his mouth and already starting to feel needy again. By your desperate grip on his hair and your nails sinking softly on his shoulder, Jack knew that he still had a job to do and he wasn’t a man who left a task unfinished.

When he finally interrupted the kiss, for a brief moment you wondered how was it possible for Jack to get rid of those tight jeans so effortlessly quick. Promptly he turned all his attention back to you, kissing you once more while holding one of your legs, wrapping it over his hips. You whimpered softly as he rubbed the tip of his cock all over your wet folds before moving inside you, making your nails sink more deeply into his skin and your grip on his hair get tighter. He moved his hand up to your back, keeping you the closest your pregnant belly allowed, his other arm was placed under your head, his bicep being your comfortable pillow while his hand caressed your hair.

Even when you needed to catch your breath, you kept your face close to his smiling and closing your eyes when the hand once on your back cupped your face and he caressed your cheek softly. He moved on a slow pace, showering your face and neck with kisses, sometimes stopping with them just to take a look at how beautiful you looked with that calm and pleased expression on your face.

“I love you so much, sugar.” He whispered and kissed the tip of your nose, making you smile widely and caress his hair.

“I love you too, cowboy.” You whispered back as he rested his forehead on yours, looking deeply into your eyes, making you get on your limit and drop a few tears.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Jack questioned while gently wiping the tears away from your face.

“I think I’m just happier than I can handle.” You answered with a smile.

“Can’t say I don’t like to hear that.” He smiled and softly pressed his lips against yours, resting his hand on your back.

Undoubtedly, both of you could stay the whole day like that, enjoying each other’s caresses and kisses on that cozy slow make-love session, but as expected, nature had to follow its course while making both of you get closer to the limit at each passing minute. Involuntarily you tightened your leg around Jack as your body started to make those small involuntary movements, which just got more intense when you felt the precise soft movement of his fingers on your clit. You sank your face against his neck, letting your nails softly scratch his arm as your body was taken by that good feeling, and in no time, you were moaning his name once more while you enjoyed your orgasm, whimpering softly as you felt him filling you after let out a hoarse moan. You relaxed and nestled against him, enjoying the comfortable mess of tangled limbs you two had become, smiling when Jack kissed the top of your head and caressed your belly.

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eastwindmlk · 2 months

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In the cards

So,I originally wrote this for the Bittersweet challenge for @jilytoberfest where, and I got to turn an angsty quote into a sweet one. “You have given me so much pain.” has inspired this cracktacular piece of fiction. It did get yoinked at some point, but I will reupload for your consideration this @jilymicrofics (807 words) Enjoy!

Game night was always a big thing with the Potters. It was the one night a week when no one was allowed to make other plans. They took turns picking and bringing games, ordered food and poured generously from whatever alcohol was being served that night. It was cosy. Something to look forward to during the week. This was one of those weeks that James really looked forward to a night of friendly competition and hours of conversation.

Depending on whose turn it was to pick the game, the night turned out differently. James favoured co-op games, working together to get to the goal. Sirius, on the other hand, liked trivia games, things that he knew he would excel at. Peter preferred the silly sort of game, something active and guaranteed to give you the giggles. Remus always seemed to find amazing niche games with complicated plots and mysteries. Rich in storytelling and creative solutions.

And then there was Lily. Lily had a way of finding the most competitive, aggravating, friendship-ending games. Which had all started with Monopoly, a game that was now banned from the table. As a direct result of a gruelling, no-prisoners game that lasted seven hours before they collectively gave up. Which launched a series of game nights that only a masochist would enjoy. So clearly, all of them had the time of their life.

Other games brought by the redhead and subsequently banned were: Sorry, Settlers of Catan, Scrabble and for unrelated reasons charades. Which they mutually agreed was better kept for when they were forced to stay family-friendly. It did not always go wrong though. There had been a few fine games and one that everyone seemed to enjoy a lot more, despite multiple squabbles and disagreements. Risk, which was added to the permanent rotation.

Tonight was Lily’s turn and everyone was equal parts excited and apprehensive. Hoping she would finally fail in her streak of finding the worst games. So, when James got him and saw the pack of cards sitting on the table in the living room. He was relieved. Cards were usually fine. They had several card games they rotated. But this was Lily they were talking about.

For a moment James inspected the package, it looked innocent enough. Pretty straightforward too. But this was Lily. He was sure that there was some chaos involved, but he really could not see too much pain in a card game called UNO. Little did he know just how wrong he would be.

The first few rounds were rather tame. While the rules were simple, everyone seemed to hold back a little. Testing the waters. Not wanting to get into too much trouble until after dinner. Much to Remus’s dismay, Chinese food arrived. Halting the round for everyone to eat their fill and crack open another bottle of wine.

What happened next was the most unfortunate set of circumstances James could have ever imagined. He was riding high with only two cards left in his hand, the colour in his favour and he even had a mythical plus four cards ready to mess with Remus on his right. But right before the round could get to him Sirius threw down a skip card, moving his turn to Remus instead. Which was disappointing, but he could do another round.

Or not. Luck seemed to be smiling down on him when Remus reversed the turn order. That is where it all went wrong for him. Emboldened by his stroke of luck, he threw down the plus four proudly announcing: “Uno!” He smirked along the table when he caught the glint in Lily’s eye. And as if in slow motion he watched Sirius place a plus two on the board. Watching Lily doubt what card she should be putting down, made him nervous. For good reason too. Watching her place down another plus four.

Peter added a plus two, deciding on the colour red. His lucky colour. Which did not let him down when Remus was merciful, playing a reverse card. Seemingly saving him from his fate. The rollercoaster continues with Lily putting on a third plus four. It was now all up to Sirius, who paused just long enough for James to remark: “You have given me so much pain already. Just do it.”

Deflating when his friend placed down another plus two. Making the total cards he was drawing sixteen. Enough cards to force them to reshuffle the pile just so he could draw more. Muttering, much to everyone’s entertainment. “Lils picked this game alright.” Feeling hands on his shoulders from all sides. Consoling what would be a devastating loss on his part. Something only mildly mediated by Lily saying “Don’t worry love, I will make it up to you when everyone leaves.” Her wink made him feel only a little better.

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Oneus Reaction ✧ You shutting them up with a kiss

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Seoho:

you can see something’s bothering him when you meet him that day

he tries his best not to show it and to pretend he’s alright (which he isn’t very good at dhhdhd)

and he notices that you’re about to call him out on it, so he begins to ramble about some random topic

so you just sit there, a little caught off guard, but you watch him awkwardly trying to distract you from his bad mood for a few minutes

until you decide it’s enough, and you lean in to give him a kiss

he’s rendered speechless and frozen up as he tries to process what just happened

so you simply kiss him again and as he puts his hand on your waist to pull you closer, kissing you back, he seems to accept that this is simply what you’re doing now

after a while, you part, and you take his hands into yours

“Now tell me what’s up with you.”

finally, he gathers the courage to tell you honestly about what’s bothering him

Leedo:

you were trying to prepare dinner for him to surprise him with after a long day of work

the emphasis here is on trying

because you somehow manage to completely fuck up the dish to the point it neither looks anything like what it’s supposed to, nor very edible

your boyfriend comes home to a mess of a kitchen and you in a panic, because there wasn’t enough time left to try again

instead of at least thanking you for your efforts, he immediately begins to scold you in that way where he does his best to keep his voice soft but you can unmistakably tell that he’s pissed off

and it’s not like you wouldn’t appreciate him telling you what you did wrong and what to watch out for the next time you try cooking this dish, but at that very moment you just really don’t want to hear it

so you kiss him to make him shut up

he’s obviously confused now and he immediately goes over to complaining about how you can’t just do that

however, when you keep kissing him he will give in and relax eventually, and you can convince him to simply order takeout food tonight

Keonhee:

you and your boyfriend had been planning a weekend trip for months

however, when the time of the trip finally comes, he has to realize that he got sick

it’s only a cold, but you decide that it would be smarter to postpone the trip in case his condition gets worse

now obviously he’s frustrated because of that

so he keeps apologizing to you for getting sick and for not being more careful etc etc

like, he feels so sorry that you start feeling sorry too djhdjdx

he rambles on and on about how he really wanted to enjoy this weekend with you, how he wanted to go get good food with you and have a lot of fun and so on

not being able to watch him in this pitiful state anymore, you simply press a kiss onto his lips

he shuts up immediately, and just kisses you back

you tell him that it’s okay and that he shouldn’t beat himself up over it in between kisses, even though you’re sure he already got your message without you having to spell it out for him

and then eventually you just make out until you’re both feeling better

the trip gets postponed by a few weeks, and when you can finally go on your well deserved holiday, he makes sure to make it unforgettable for you

Hwanwoong:

you’re both at his place, currently taking a break from playing a game together and so you’re just lounging on the couch while eating snacks

he’s still talking about the game you just played

that’s when a glance at your boyfriend’s lips moving as he speaks sparks the desire to kiss him

you just want to know what happens and maybe you shouldn’t have been so curious about it

because now that your kiss has interrupted his rambles, he’s turning it into a challenge

he quickly presses a short kiss on your mouth, grinning at you playfully when he pulls back

you’re surprised by his reaction, but you don’t dislike this game he’s starting, so you reach out for his collar and pull him into the next kiss

you give each other playful kisses back and forth, until you’re both giggling messes, foreheads pressed together

“What was that even just now?” you wonder out loud, and Hwanwoong gives you another dramatic smooch

“I dunno. You started it?”

you go back to gaming after that, but now you’re sitting closer beside each other, to the point your upper arms touch (and you can always softly elbow the other in the side to make playing the game properly more difficult for each other lol)

Xion:

you’re out on a date with him and you’ve settled down in a cute café nearby

you’ve known something’s up with him ever since you first saw him that day, but now that you’re all seated, he finally begins to talk

he’s a bit hesitant to complain, but what you get from his rambles is that his brother did something to annoy him, but says Dongju is the annoying one instead

your boyfriend is clearly upset, and usually you can somewhat reason with him, but today he just won’t calm down

even when you try to explain to him that the situation is probably resolved easily if they talk about it again, he wants to hear none of it

however, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with a sulky boyfriend, you figure you should try something else to cheer him up

and so, when he keeps ranting about how unfair he thinks this all is, you get an idea

you lean across the table and you press a feathery light kiss onto his lips, immediately shutting him up

he’s blushing and he’s clearly embarrassed now

struggling to find his words, he eventually just gives up on agonizing over the fight with his brother

instead, he now keeps urging you on to go home sooner during the entire date (you know he just wants more kisses from you in the comfort of his own home)

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