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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Time After Time

Warnings: None. Some kissing, and a smidge of making out - teenage!Sam and teenage!reader (both just graduated) nothing explicit or graphic at all.

Summary: It's Senior Prom, and Y/N is Prom Queen and everything, but the night won't be complete if she can't get at least one dance with Sam Winchester.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,429

A/N: I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Use the words: crown, dance, smile.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, at first I was just going to write this as a one shot, and for now that's what it is, but I have some ideas of how to make this fic into a series. I thought I'd throw it out to you guys and see what you thought. If you're interested, I'll continue the story, so please let me know. 😊 Still not wholly confident in my ability to capture Sam properly on the page! 😬

Both of the beautiful dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89 💓

So, it was a long time ago, lots of years, more years than I care to think about, really.

The night had been a long time coming; months of planning and preparation had gone into it, months of excited giggling and daydreaming with my friends. So many conversations and shopping trips, for dresses and shoes, and the perfect shade of lipstick, trying to make everything perfect.

For our Senior Prom.

Of course, however much we'd planned, it wasn't perfect. Our dresses were too hot for the end of June, so we were all too warm, and our high heels pinched our toes; one of my friends, I don't remember which one now, got into a fight with her boyfriend and spent over an hour in the girl's bathroom lamenting her broken heart.

They were back together by the end of the night.

But in spite of these issues, it was a magical night. And not just because I was voted Prom Queen. It didn't really mean that much to me; I wasn't that popular, but my date was, and he'd been voted in as King, so I think I just tagged along for the ride; I'd certainly never campaigned.

I don't really remember my prom date's name either. Steve...something, I think. He wasn't my boyfriend, just a guy who'd asked me to go. And I couldn't just sit around waiting forever for the boy I wanted to go with, to ask me. So, I said yes to...Steve Something and had a nice night. I stood on the stage in my little plastic crown and waved and tried not to feel too silly.

Being up on the stage did have one advantage though; from my vantage point I finally saw him for the first time that night, the boy I'd actually wanted to go to Prom with.

He was easy to spot towering head and shoulders above everyone around him; he was leaning against the wall at the back of the gymnasium that we'd decorated so elaborately, in the hopes of evoking romance. Through a sea of tinfoil stars, white balloons and baby blue streamers we made eye contact and he gave me that warm, sweet smile that never failed to make my heart skip.

Those dimples should really be illegal.

Without really paying attention to what was happening, I walked down off the stage and began the king and queen dance. The whole time I was awkwardly swaying side to side with my date, my eyes were scanning the room for an unruly mop of brown wavy hair and almond-shaped, hazel eyes.

He was so beautiful. I'd fallen for him the second he showed up in my biology classroom two months earlier. He was new, not just to my classroom, but to the school. I knew that right away, because I never would have missed his existence in my small high school.

Then we'd been partnered in a few labs and I'd fallen even harder and deeper for his shy, sincere smiles, and obvious intelligence.

And I'd waited and waited for him to ask me to a movie, or for coffee, or to PROM. There were some moments where I felt sure he was going to ask, like it was on the tip of his tongue, but it was as though he pulled himself back at the last second.

I told myself that it must all be in my imagination, he couldn't be interested, because here I was dancing with Steve Something instead of Sam Winchester.

Finally our dance ended and I told my date I wanted to powder my nose and left him standing on the dance floor to seek Sam out.

I feel a little bad now about my abrupt dismissal of the very kind boy who'd brought me. But the evening was winding down to the last dance of the night and everyone was partnering up for it and I absolutely refused to miss my chance to be wrapped up in Sam's long, muscular arms at least once.

I held up my long skirt and dashed about a little wildly, trying to find him in the crowd while Cyndi Lauper's unique voice blared across the gym singing Time After Time.

"Hey."

I spun around at the familiar voice and craned my head back to smile up at the boy I'd been looking for, possibly forever.

"Hey." I answered back. We then proceeded to stand there awkwardly shifting from foot to foot before both speaking at the same time.

"Do you wanna da-"

"Feel like danci-"

We both laughed, full of nerves, but then he put out his big hand for me to take hold of so he could lead me out to the floor. I timidly put my hand in his, loving the warmth of it, and hoping mine didn't feel too clammy. As we reached the edge of the crowd he pulled me close.

Then, instead of putting both hands on my waist and shuffling around in a circle with me the way the other boys were doing, he slipped his wide, warm palm to the small of my back and then brought the hand he'd been holding up to his lips to kiss the back of my knuckles. He then kept it wrapped up in his and pressed both our hands against his chest. He lead me in a slow, swaying motion in time to the gentle rhythm of the song.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and was sure he could feel it too. But I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. He wore a plain white button up shirt with a dark blue vest, and dark pants. The vest seemed to accentuate his broad shoulders and the way his torso narrowed at his waist, creating a beautiful V shape that made my stomach flutter.

I finally worked up the courage to look into his eyes and was immediately lost in their multi-colored hazel depths. He smiled down at me, gentle and still slightly shy. I decided his shy uncertainty deserved some reassurance. So, I smiled brightly up at him before laying my head against his chest.

I heard the gentle beat of his heart kick up a little and found some reassurance of my own; I wasn't the only one affected by our closeness.

As the song wound down and Cyndi's soft voice faded away, we reluctantly pulled apart slightly and as we did, the lights came up in the gymnasium and as though the clock had struck midnight, a spell seemed to break and people began noisily milling about, gathering up purses and jackets and making plans to get home, or continue the party elsewhere.

Sam and I were jostled around a bit, as people pushed past us. Sam's expression was vaguely annoyed. He still held my hand and he tugged me close again so I could hear him over the noise of the crowd.

"Can I walk you home?"

I nodded eagerly. Then, not wanting to be completely heartless, I patted Sam's arm. "Wait just one second?"

He nodded and I dashed over to where I could see Steve Something standing around with his friends, who weren't really my friends.

Leaning up, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a smile.

"Thanks so much for everything! I had a great time."

He made a vague offer to take me home, but I could see he wanted to party elsewhere with his buddies. Neither of us were heart broken that it hadn't been a love connection.

"It's okay, I've got a way home. Have a good night!"

And without a backward glance, I ran back to Sam's side.

He grabbed up my hand again, and used his impressive size to clear a path for us through the crush of people still trying to leave.

Finally we were out of the building and free of the crowd. We began ambling slowly toward my house, our hands still linked.

For a while we chatted about school and the fact that we were actually done for good. He asked me what my plans were for the future, and I told him about leaving for college in the fall, the first stop on my way to med school.

I was still excited for my plans and my future, but a part of me already knew I'd be miss this soft, mysterious boy beside me, with his vague descriptions of continuing on "working at his family's business."

Finally we reached my house, and I brought him around to my side door where there was no porch light or window, and therefore less chance of my parents noticing I was coming home with a different boy than I'd left with.

"So..." I fumbled for my words. "Thanks for the dance and for bringing me home."

He nodded. "Thanks for letting me."

We stood in darkened silence for a moment before Sam took in a deep breath. "So, we're, um...my dad and brother and I, we're moving really soon. Couple days, I guess, maybe less."

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "But I wondered, if I could ah...if I could still call you, and maybe write you some times."

He looked down at his shoes.

I felt my heart sink. I knew I'd be gone in a couple months anyway, but I'd sort of already started imagining a summer full of midnight movies, ice cream dates and swimming at the lake - Sam's broad chest bare, tanned, and warm under my hands.

But those images floated away on a cool north breeze and I moved up against him to catch his eye again.

I smiled. "I would love that." I found a pen in the little purse I'd bought specifically to match my dress.

I pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and turned it over to write my phone number on his palm. I could have written a novel on his giant paw.

"Call me anytime."

He smiled down at me, his deep dimples making me melt slightly as I put my pen away. He continued to look down at me, blinking slowly and making my heart race a little as I watched his eyes fall to my lips.

"Kiss me." I blurted out.

I saw Sam's eyes widen slightly and I slapped a palm to my mouth not quite believing that demand had just popped out. I'd been thinking it so hard, I suppose it was bound to spill out!

"I mean...I just meant..." I was beet red and once again grateful for the dark. "I just mean, if you wanted to, you could kiss me."

Sam didn't say anything for the span of five seconds which was far too long for my panicked and mortified brain so I began gibbering.

"Really, you don't have to...I mean, don't, you don't need -"

Sam cut me off, sputtering a little himself. "No, I want to, really want to. I mean not...I don't mean to...not in a creepy way..."

We both trailed off into silence and then almost simultaneously began to chuckle over our extreme awkwardness, and the ridiculousness of the situation.

As our laughter died down I felt Sam shift slightly closer and my breath caught in my throat. He smelled like something masculine and warm, it was hard to define, but it had a heat and a spice to it that made my knees weak.

He tilted my chin up with his long fingers and leaned forward slowly. I took in the little mole at the side of his nose, and as my eyes fluttered closed I realized it was a beauty mark in the very truest sense.

God, he was beautiful.

His lips met mine and I sighed against them. They were so soft and so gentle as they slanted over mine. He moved his hand from my chin to the nape of my neck, and I shivered as his strong fingers massaged my skin there.

Obviously encouraged by my reaction, he slid his other hand around to the middle of my back, splaying his fingers wide and pressing me more firmly against him.

He swept his tongue across my sealed lips and they parted for him automatically. I felt my stomach swoop and my core muscles clench as he licked into me, his tongue bold and exploring.

I let out a soft moan, surprised by the way my body reacted to him. I'd only been kissed twice before and if this was what kisses were supposed to feel like, I'd been woefully short-changed with those previous lip-locks.

He pulled his mouth from mine, just so he could suck along my jawline, teeth scraping gently there before he moved down the column of my neck. His hand slid from my back, down over my ass, grabbing a handful.

I craned my neck back and buried my hands in his long hair, moaning and feeling a keen kind of need for the first time in my life.

Suddenly, he wrenched himself back from me, chest heaving in a way that was just incredibly sexy for reasons I was still too young and inexperienced to really understand.

"Sorry," he apologized, "got...got carried away."

I was shaking my head before he finished. I was slightly embarrassed at my incredibly eager response, still holding on to the bullshit idea young girls are fed, that being too enthusiastic about making out with a boy meant you were a slut.

But I didn't want him to think he'd done anything wrong either, so I reached up and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips.

"Don't apologize. That was..." I looked down at the ground before screwing up all my courage and looking him in the eye. "That was wonderful."

I was rewarded with his dimples again and I reached up to trail my fingers across his cheek simply because I figured it was likely my last chance to do so.

Sure enough as I dropped my hand away, he stepped back out of my reach and gave me another sad smile.

"Well, take care of yourself." He said, and then held up his palm toward me. "I'll call you."

I nodded and smiled, not sure if I believed him; keeping in touch over miles and years was a tall order for someone you'd barely known three months.

But as he backed away from me and then turned away with a final wave, I prayed he would. Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Sam Winchester.

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink... <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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katsuki bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep. between being a pro hero and family life, the full eight to nine hours of pure rest wasn’t easy to come by— now he wasn’t complaining, he was far too grateful for the life he lead to whinge and whine about the finer details. bakugou was right on track to becoming the number two, he had a beautiful wife who loved him and supported him no matter how reckless he might have been and two little brats that he adored more than anything. he was miles ahead of his high school classmates, never letting up or resting so like he said, there was no room to complain.

but even as the faintest wisps of light slip through drawn curtains and a vermillion gaze settled on the old all might digital alarm clock ( reading 9:01 AM ), katsuki bakugou can’t help but feel grateful for the sleep he just had. no interruptions from wailing toddlers or infants who need changing, no late night call ins for patrols— none of that, just an arm around his wife’s waist and the soft sound of her breathing to coax him out of his sleepy state.

bakugou remembers now, a distant yet far from faint memory of where he and his wife spent two days of their honeymoon under slumber’s spell, having ravished each other the very night they arrived in paris for their honeymoon ( all mina’s idea, she had told katsuki it was the perfect destination for newly weds in love— and whilst the several districts his alien friend recommended did appease you, the blonde had promised to take you on a more luxurious getaway when he was hire up in the hero rankings ). of course that very honeymoon lead you to fall pregnant with your first little miracle— taiga bakugou, the very spitting image of her father except or the slight tilt to her nose and the sparkle in her eye that only her mother possessed.

raising her had proven to be both an enjoyable and exhausting experience for katsuki, with a matching explosive personality to rival even her daddy’s— there were many restless nights the pro hero spent butting heads with his daughter while his sweet spouse was away on missions and getting used to the field again. even during the pregnancy, full nights of rest were little to none— the cravings taiga gave you were almost unbearable for the blonde, not to mention the 2AM labour his little girl put you through...and yet he would repeat the last four years of lack of sleep all over again if it meant reliving every single moment with you. raising tatsumo was much better; however.

so as the weight of well deserved slumber lifts from katsuki’s shoulder’s he’s forced to deal with the memories of your sweet cries from the night (or rather, nights) he made you his wife. he stirs under cotton sheets, a familiar hardness pressing against his inner thigh as he recalls the way you tightened around him— “honey baby,” the desperate whisper tastes foreign, bitter across his tastebuds as he licks his lips. katsuki was usually much more composed when it came to sex, he could hold out for hours while you pleaded and begged of him to give you more. but this morning was different, very much so.

skilfully, the ash blonde slips a hand between your sheets, finger tips calloused with years of training and battle, dancing up your bare thighs from where you wear only his shirt and a pair of panties. the fingers trail up to your underwear, pressing them against your cunt as bakugou watches your face for any reaction— you twitch once before falling back into a deep slumber, letting your husband know that he can continue. he peels like orange silk away from your core and down your legs, half resisting the urge to sniff your undergarment like the dirty man he is but he decides that he can longer wait, already turned on by the feeling of your bare pussy against his hand.

the pro knows exactly how to turn you on, dragging is nails down your thighs just an inch from your wetness and his mind fogs with lust at the thought of the sounds you’d make for him if you were awake...not yet, he says to himself. his next move is to fuck your mouth, two of his digits sliding past parted lips from where you snore— gathering the drool that pools on the surface of your tongue. back and forth; move bakugou’s fingers until he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve made them with your spit. returning those very same fingers to your cunt, he parts your folds— already slightly sticky and hot with the nectar he’s used to savouring. if this were any other time, bakugou would be eating you out like a man starved of his last three meals but the rising sun tells him that his moments to fuck you are very few.

so now, he slides those lubed up fingers right into your tight little hole, shuddering under the sheets at how you automatically clamp around him— even while you sleep. katsuki’s vermillion eyes seek out your face in the warm light of the dusk, watching as your expression contorts into that familiar look of pleasure— lips blossoming into a cherry pout, brows furrowed as if you’re focusing on the way your husband makes you feel.

“fuck, honey baby, so good ‘n pliant for me even when yur fuckin’ sleepin’,” katsuki slurs against saliva that slips along his tongue, he’s hungry to fuck you, make you moan and scissors his fingers deep inside your obedient cunt in away that makes your slumbering body jump. pressing a thumb to your neglected clit, bakugou twists his fingers in search for your g-spot, pumping them into you with vigour. “gonna make you cum angel, baby, please cum while you’re like this s’you can take my cock.”

if there’s one thing pro hero dynamite knows, it’s that your body is a slave to him, no matter what state it’s in. your thighs part instinctively; giving your husband room to curl his fingers and press down hard on your pleasure spot— gummy walls sucking him in deeper. he makes you cum while you sleep, juices staining your supple skin, honeyed from the warm light outside.

“atta girl, cummin’ for your husband like that even when you’re sleeping— so fuckin’ naughty...” katsuki grunts, locks of sun kissed hair beginning to plaster itself against his forehead. his body shakes with the desire to be inside of you, his internal temperature rising with every second that he’s not sheathed within your walls. pulling his fingers away from your twitching mound, bakugou slides them, cum soaked and all, into his mouth to taste your very sweetness. “would eatcha out like a starved man, honeybee, but we don’t gotta lot of time left baby...”

with that, bakugou shuffles his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free, tip bright red and leaking against his toned, scarred abdomen. with practised ease, he hooks your right leg over his waist and positions your dripping cunny right over the head of his length. it takes everything katsuki has not to plunge deep inside of you, to abuse your tempting cunt until it’s formed into the shape of his cock but for once he wants to take you slowly, enjoy his time with your limp body at his disposal.

pressing his girth against your slick entrance, your husband sighs, coating himself with the remainders of your delightful release. the mess you made just for him, makes it easier for him to guide his cock between your velveteen folds that take him so well. his free hand comes up to brush over your cheek and even in the depths of your rest you manage to nuzzle into katsuki’s palm and make his coo— what a precious little doll you are, so good for him and always so obedient no matter what state you’re in. fuck, it drives him so insane that he can’t even think straight.

“...suki....”

fucking hell. the way you sigh out for him so mawkishly whilst you dream makes him twitch, not even half the way inside you. “c’mon honey baby, don’t go moanin’ my name like that when i haven’t even had a c-chance to make you mine yet—“ the blonde shudders, eyes screwing shut as he finally bottoms out inside of you. katsuki let’s out a choked moan, from deep within his chest while you welcome him into your lethally syrupy cunt. “ohh, fuck, that’s the stuff, good girl...”

bakugou’s thrusts start slow yet, forcing your limp body to jolt up the bed and your tits to bounce in tune with the rhythm of his hips— your little hole sucks him in so greedily, so selfishly, clamping down on him as if to prevent him from leaving your body as a whole. pro hero dynamite is shaken to his core, how can his precious baby take him so darlingly while she’s asleep, refusing to let go of him and keep his cock tucked away inside of you.

shit, shit, shit.

he wants to defile you, asleep or not, ruin how pure and angelic your body appears even after years of being together. it’s your fault he’s like this anyway, you deserve to have your pussy destroyed no matter the circumstances— ruby framed eyes threaten to roll back into his skull while bakugou picks up the swirl of his hips between your sticky thighs, you flutter and squeeze around the girth that’s stretched you out so many times before and yet you still remain a tight hole designed for your husband and your husband alone.

lips map their way up the column of your neck, committing every dip and scar and blemish to memory even though katsuki knows where each of them are. the amber colour of the morning sun highlights each of your marks, your husband giving you as many lovebites to match each one. “nn, suki...more..” you whimper, so quiet he almost misses it underneath the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. could you feel how he deflowered you in your sleep? ruining such a good girl while you resting? he wants so bad to corrupt you from the inside.

static stretches across katsuki’s brain, crackling as his neurones fire and dopamine fizzes in his veins. cum. cum. breed her. it’s too soon but the blonde can’t help it, pent up and high on the morning sunrise— addicted to the taste of your skin licked with light perspiration. it’s been ages since he’s had you like this, can you blame him for not hanging on so long? bakugou lifts your thigh higher on his waist, using it as leverage to plough into the deepest parts of you, his precious wife, desperate to cream inside you before wake up.

“mm, know you’re close lovebug, won’t you cum for me suki?”

katsuki’s gaze hones in on you, vision blurred and hazy with lust from his impending orgasm. your own eyes are heavy with sleep but the soft smile on your face is filled with a familiar adoration and saccharine love that the blonde can never get tired of. he knows that you know your voice alone is another to send him speeding off of the cliff of release— your hole squeezing around him, beautiful hips that once brought his children into the world gracefully moving up and down to coax his girthy cock to its final release.

“honey baby,” katsuki whines like a broken man when you cup his face, hot puffs of air warming up the space between you. his hips don’t let up though, driven by the way you move against him beneath the sheets, he’s so close he can almost taste it. “c-couldn’t wait for you to wake up, needed you so fuckin’ bad...”

your mouth hangs open in a quiet groan, getting lost in the claps of sweaty bodies against one another and katsuki latches onto your lower lips to swallow your noise— breathing it in and letting it spread through his body like oxygen. “oh, lovebug, y-you don’t...” you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the angry tip of your husband’s cock grazes against your gummy spot, sending your walls into a flurry of flutters that make katsuki twitch. “ ...you don’t ever have to wait with me, d-don’t hold back, kay?”

you’re a breathless mess, a sight to behold and he can’t take not having you filled with his seed any longer. the lazy push and pull of your bodies smacking wetly against each other become erratic thrusts, heat pooling in the abdomen of the pro hero boiling him alive in feelings of desire for you and you alone.

bakugou quivers from his lips to his toes when he cums, filling your slippery walls with a creamy white and lining your insides with the claim of your man. your man. your husband. “fuck, fucking hell, h-honey, gimme that pussy...gimmie that fuckin’ pussy,” his groans linger in the crisp early morning air, dancing with the static while he orgasms within you, endless bouts of white stuffing you to the brim. you kiss in an attempt to calm him, squeezing around his thick cock to ride out his high. you taste of orange liquor and manuka honey, addicting while he sucks lavishly on your tongue and spares you the air you need to breathe. ‘cause at the end of the day call you need is him.

“did you cum, precious one?” ever the gentleman, katsuki has to ask but even you can see in his blood red ruby eyes ( no matter how tired they may seem ) that he’s gearing up for a second round, shallow thrusts pushing his own release deeper into your fertile womb. there’s about thirty minutes until the kids wake up, but your lover can make you see stars in fifteen.

you shake your head once as bakugou rolls you onto your back— strong arms caging you into the prison if his love. large hands dance tenderly up the back of your thighs and you meet his eyes with such a saccharine smile his heart bursts at the sight of you. “you’re insatiable, lovebug,” the tingling notes of your moan caresses bakugou’s cheek as he manoeuvres your legs to fold you into a mating press, shifting his weight above you. “did you really need me that much, daddy bear?”

“think y’already know the answer to that, honeybee,” katsuki drawls, tripping over his words filled, oh so generously with blazing desire. he still remains sheathed inside you, a darling whine dripping from his cherry lined lips— the ones sore from kissing you— as he gives an experimental thrust into the tight heat of your core. you accept him willingly, opening up for him like a blossoming flower which makes katsuki’s hot breath stutter from the overstimulation. neither of you can look away, sharing the intimate moment of his length sinking into you— katsuki groans as you suck him in inch by inch before leaning over and attaching his lips to yours, licking at the seam of them in order to coax them open. his wife is a tease however; denying him the pleasure of sucking on her tongue...for now at least.

but it’s all worth it, for katsuki wants to burn the erotic sight of you beneath him into his mind forever. your skin shines like it was kissed by the setting moon, eyes hooded and holding a lust that only burns brightly for him while your chest heaves in anticipation of your husband claiming you for the second time that morning. “m-move suki, please—c-can’t...” the tail end of your pleas fall away with the fading night sky.

the man doesn’t need to be told twice.

save for a few shallow thrusts to get going, katsuki soon finds himself pistoning into you at an unruly, god speed pace. the blonde revels in the way one hand of yours twirls strands of his hair between your fingers whilst the other digs crescent moons into his blemished honey skin. helpless huffs and candied cries tickle bakugou’s ears while he presses your body flush against his and pins you down with his hips.

their movements don’t ever waver, cock catching on every ridge your damp pussy has to offer him, each thrust calculated amplify your pleasure that rolls in heatwaves throughout your body. katsuki’s mind grows blank, thick with the mirage you’ve cast over him from the way you push back against him, taking more of his inches into you.

“ngh, lovebug,” you say, high off of euphoria while katsuki’s leaking cock bears down harshly on your g-spot and you smile up at him deliriously— looking like the eighth wonder of the world. you grab the hand your husband uses to keep your thighs up and bring it down to your tummy for him to feel what you feel. “can feel your cock inside me, love, so big...makin’ my tummy bulge like a good daddy bear...”

something snaps within katsuki at the sound of your breathless praise; a feral blaze setting alight deep inside his chest— spreading throughout his body as his cock drives deeper and deeper inside your spongy, wet cunt— just about breaching the gates of your cervix. breed her. fuck her. make her swollen with your cum. bakugou can’t even think straight; intoxicated by the way you move against him, the way you look so full of him and his thick length.

he wants you to look full all of the time. so katsuki does with the only way he knows how. dropping his head to your neck, sharp attack your neck with blossoms of bruises forming under your skin in the name of love— you whine, a gorgeous symphony of his name against his ear while you tangle your fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “y’can’t jus...jus say stuff like that to me, honey...” bakugou croons against your skin, screwing his eyes shut while his hips pick up the pace and plunging his length right into your womb. the sounds of your arousal wetly spill into the sex scented air— fuelling katsuki to thrust into you faster. “not if you...n-not if you don’t want me to fuck another one of those shitty brats into you.”

as stuttered as his words are, bakugou means every single one of them. a primal desire activates in the back of his mind, overriding every single of senses. just the thought of lining your womb with his pungent seed, making you pregnant once again and seeing you round and full with katsuki’s child is enough to drive him off of the rails. And the pro hero knows that you feel the same, he can tell by the way your heat clamps down on his cock and strangles him, as if to milk him of every ounce of his cum.

“yes, want you to make me pregnant suki, make me a mommy again, please—!” you simper out loud, desperate tears springing to your eyes while the bed groans beneath you. visions of you round and swollen with a baby drives him to thrust into you harder, faster so that more and more of his precum spills into you. “know you want it, want it too...your cum, deep inside me—ohmygod suki—yes!”

bakugou slaps a hand over your mouth, watching as your sweet doe eyes brim with tears at the languid roll of his hips against yours. “careful honeybee, don’t want the kids to...fuckin’ hell... h-hear—“ he stutters, eyes rolling, limbs shaking violently. his other hand drops between your conjoined bodies, drawing vicious circles into your swollen clit to draw you closer and closer to the edge. star dust is littered behind your eyes, the bright white signifying the race to your high that only katsuki can give to you. “or do you want to be heard, you want everyone to hear how full you’re gonna become when i get you pregnant again. how you’ll whine and beg me to suck on your tits when you start makin’ that sweet milk for our baby. is that what you fuckin’ want, yn?”

you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around his cock that brutally grazes your g-spot— the dirty words your husband speaks like music to your ears. a symphony with his moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your bare ass. “oooh, shit baby, you must do with the way your lil cunny clamps down on me—just like that...”

“oh god, lovebug please...cum...cum! need it daddy bear—can’t take it anymore,” you babble against katsuki’s hand, brain turning to mush at the unbearable pleasure. the knot in your tummy becomes tighter, close to snapping as the white light of pleasure clouds your view.

patterns drawn diligently against your clit speed up; turning to quick figure of eights to tease your orgasm. “‘course you fuckin’ do honey baby, my little breeding bitch. my sweet little wife who can’t wait to be a mommy again. take this cock, you dirty whore. take it and I’ll give you my fuckin’ baby.” bakugou slurs, losing all control as the pace of his hips begins to falter. you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, tip pulsing with the need to paint your insides.

your gazes lock within the frenzy, while your back arches and hips lift to take your husband deeper inside you. dynamite is feral like you’ve never seen before; an animal reduced purely back to instinct. unfocused red eyes become teary like your own with hot pleasure while they lock onto you but you know that behind lust; loved the adoration and love your husband holds for you. thats all you need to reach the edge and tumble into your orgasm,

it takes but a few more thrusts and a pinch to your clit before you’re cumming— release squirting out and splattering against bakugou’s toned abdomen.

the blonde never lets up while you cum undone on his iron hot rod, letting him pump into you with unrelenting feverishness. katsuki is desperate, needing an extra push even with you strangling his cock with your insides. “s-say you’ll make your daddy a daddy baby, say you’ll give me another fucking kid. fuck, fuck yeah...please honey baby—“ bakugou damn near sobs, trembling violently above you as his breath hitches with ever hiccup.

smiling gently, you pull his head to your neck, cradling your husband while his pace slows to circular grinds. “i’ll make you a daddy again, you can cum for me now lovebug...”

“shit, shit, oh god— cummin’...” thats all bakugou needs to hear before bottoming out inside of your abused hole— screaming against your bitten flesh and forcing his cock into your fertile womb as he sprays with his thick, sticky seed. white coats every ridge and crevice of your pussy while impatient thrusts slow to sensual grinds. you feel the tears of neediness soak the supple skin of your neck, rocking your hips against katsuki to milk his cock for all it’s worth— even if slow waves of his cum seep down your folds and to the sheets below.

“g’morning, katsuki,” you sigh blissfully, fingers combing through your lover’s sweaty mop of sun kissed locks. the pair of you lie still, limbs still intertwined as you catch your breath under the orange hues of the light outside.

your husband shifts his head to look at you, eyelids heavy over blood red eyes with a satisfied look on his face. he’ll never get over having you all to himself first thing in the morning— katsuki bakugou will always consider that a luxury and as he looks to you, a great smile soon takes his features. “yeah...good fucking morning to you too, angel face,” bakugou doesn’t dare pull out of you, intent on keeping his word. “love you yn, you’re always so good to me...”

katsuk’s lips mould into a pout as you continue your earlier ministrations of brushing back sweat slicked hair away from his face before pressing a chase kiss to his lip and making his cock twitch from over sensitivity, inside of you. he was always a sucker for the romantic moments after a passionate round of sex, he was a domestic, love struck son of a bitch what could he say? “suki...lovebug, you know you can pull out if it’s too much,” you remind him, the sound of your voice pulling his attention back to you. as he stares; katsuki maps out every detail of your face, the way your eyes glitter in the mellow light that peeks from between closed curtains or the slight dip across your cheek in the form of a scar from where you’d been injured on the field— he spends time committing it all to memory as if it’s the last time he’ll get to witness such beauty. “you’re staring, bug.”

“nuh uh, not pulling out.” huffing, bakugou leans up for another kiss, which you happily provide him with as he curls up onto your chest like a kitten seeking warmth. “keepin’ you plugged full s’you can get preggers like i fuckin’ promised.”

“you were serious?” you question him first, earning yourself another grouchy huff before your eyes roll and a comfortable silence sweeps across your bedroom, periodically interrupted by the morning birds waking up and chirping. “always a man of your word, huh bug? don’t worry, we’ll make you a daddy bear soon, but i’ve got to clean up before the kids wake up.”

“don’ you fuckin’ move— leave the dumbass kids, they’ll be fine on their own.”

“not with taiga’s quirk coming through, now move, you’re heavy.”

with that, you manage to shove bakugou off of you and he only hisses lightly as his softened cock hits the cold air, already missing your heat. the banter between you both as husband and wife is always light and you always win; he wants to bite back but anything he says will be soft on his sharp tongue. damn you and you being the love of his life. bakugou watches as you fix his shirt over your frame and head to your en-suite bathroom to make yourself more presentable to your kids— mumbling something about how many times katsuki came inside of you.

sure there was a lot of it, but he’d only cum inside you twice and he was trying to give you a baby. again.

the shower turns on and he can hear the sound of water running but it doesn’t cover your sweet voice as you call for him. he could never miss that. “katsuki bakugou, you horny bastard, i love you, my daddy bear!” you sing for him; making the blonde smile.

“i love you more, honey baby,” he chuckles back, tucking himself back into sweats before settling back into the ruined sheets.

bakugou was so luckily to have you and you’re beautiful children— he wouldn’t trade any moment of his life for the world except for maybe more time with you. he swore, he’d spend forever loving you if he could.

“daddy?” sweet thoughts are cut off by the groggy voice of bakugou’s eldest daughter, taiga, who stands in the doorway of his bedroom rubbing her cherry red eyes.

the blonde grins, rising from his place in bed and crossing the room in three short strides. he quickly crouches down in front of his little girl and ruffle her unruly mop of matching blonde hair. “g’morning brat, what’s up?”

taiga clutches her shoto plushy tightly, the one uncle todoroki had gotten her for her first birthday ( the one that bakugou hated because it was his daughter’s favourite— kirishima hated it too because he had always thought he was the favourite uncle ), and pouts down at her father, scowling sleepily. bakugou knows if you could see the two of them now, you’d be saying she was the spitting image of him. “tatsumo woke up n wouldn’t stop whinin’, fink he’s hungry, daddy!” the little girl grumbles, clearly still reeling in the after effects of her sleep that got cut short.

“how about we go get him and make some pancakes then?” katsuki suggests softly, hauling his daughter onto his bare shoulders and being mindful not to drop her stupid fuckin’— i mean her plushy to the ground. “y’gonna help me mix up enough batter for ya ma n’ brother, you got that brat?”

taiga squeals as at the new found height, wrapping a singular chubby arm around bakugou’s head for support, making his heart burst at the tiny hand that grips his chin. fuck, he loved his life. “only if we can add choco chwips, daddy!”

“oi, don’t you push your fuckin’ luck with me brat, ya mommy might let you get away with eatin’ shit like that but not me—“ bakugou makes an attempt to scold his daughter while they make way towards his son’s room, but he already knows he’s going to give into her. he can’t say no to taiga.

“i’ll tell mommy you cursed at me!”

“why you little sh—“

“careful, katsuki, if you keep cursing her out i might have to put you on punishment later,” taiga bursts in to wriggly giggles on bakugou’s shoulders, making it harder to keep her in place as you brush past him to grab tatsumo from the nursery.

“daddy’s gonna get in trouble!”

the teasing tone to your voice lingers in the air while you fetch your son, who seems groggy and pouty when he comes into katsuki’s view— wrapped up in your arms while you wear a cleaner shirt of his. there’s that glint in your eye, similar to the one your children posses when they’re doing something mischievous. and that alone tells the ash blonde he’ll be getting punished in ways that could lead to another little one rushing through your house.

bakugou can roll with that.

but for now; he reaches up and pinches taiga’s nose— telling her to stop running her mouth and sending you into giggles while you carry your children downstairs for breakfast. katsuki bakugou couldnt remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep, but what he did know is that he’d always remember the very saccharine mornings he’d get to spend with you and your beautiful children after.

bonus:

“taiga, did you put chocolate chips in the batter even though i told you no?”

bakugou had turned his back for but a mere second to grab some milk for tatsumo; who played happily with smooshed bits of banana in his high chair— and suddenly, the batter was littered with the offending, tiny pieces of candy.

“no, it was mommy!”

“yn...”

you quickly throw your hands up in the air as defence, dropping the packet of sinful treats to the counter. “what? i’m having cravings, bakugou!”

“you’re not even pregnant, yn!” the man himself raises his spatula at you accusingly with a scowl, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from cursing again.

you smile up at your husband, knowing he can’t stay mad at you for long. “but i will be, katsuki, it’s the thought that counts.” your eyes flicker up as you wipe the melted chocolate on your finger tips off with your tongue before moving to settle your daughter down for breakfast. bakugou splutters, cheeks flaming with a reddish rose at the thought of your soon to be baby and all the activity that comes with making one which makes you laugh. “oh and lovebug? your pancakes are burning.”

with a jump, katsuki turns to flick off the flame and save his batch of pancakes while you tend to your kids— leaving him to contemplate over your chocolate chip breakfast, how lucky he was to have you.

“i crave chocolate, can i get a pregnant?” taiga squeals shortly after.

“not a chance in hell, brat.”

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Prompt: Spencer and Reader see each other again after 14 months. Sexual tension is palpable, but there's a problem: Reader is dating someone.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: infidelity (Reader is in a relationship even if it’s not official), vanilla sex, reunion sex, exes to lovers, open ending

Words: 10k

A.N.: I couldn’t stop listening to that song. The idea came to me while I was in the shower and, of course, I had to tell everything to @sassymoon ‘cause she’s my hype-woman. Also she helped me a lot with this idea, so... Thank you so much. This was written for @imagining-in-the-margins’s Reunion Challenge. Hope you enjoy this. x

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If he knew what I thought about you It would break his heart And I wish that I could But I can’t make the fantasy stop

“I’m so happy you came here.”

“I couldn’t pretend like I’ve never worked here, Pen.” – you say, sitting down on the couch inside the break room – “I’ve spent too many years in this building, I had to come over and say hello.”

Penelope hands you a cup of coffee, taking a seat beside you. “How’s it going in Philadelphia?”

You hum, taking a sip of your first coffee of the day. “Everything’s perfect. It’s a completely different job than the one I had here, but it’s not bad. I’m still getting used to not having you briefing me on a jet while I’m enjoying a coffee and a poker game with JJ and David.”

“See? I told you we’re the best team ever.” – your ex colleague says with a wink – “We miss you. I know it’s only been fourteen months since you left, but we truly miss you.”

“I miss you all as well, Pen.” – you frown, bumping her shoulders with yours – “I couldn’t stay here, though. It was already difficult before, then...”

Penelope goes silent, feeling bad for silently inserting a topic that always hurts you.

You don’t blame her, you miss the whole team probably more than they miss you, but you couldn’t stay in Quantico. You couldn’t work for the BAU in Quantico any longer, or your job wouldn’t have been as efficient as it should have been.

It’s difficult to work with your boyfriend because you’re always on the edge, terrified that something might happen to him, but it’s even more difficult to work with your ex. The same fears you had for years are amplified, mixed with an amount of pain and sadness that suffocated you every single night you came home to an empty apartment.

You just couldn’t deal with him not being yours anymore and fighting with him every day without the others knowing about your break-up.

“He misses you, you know?”

You look up at your friend, sighing. “Oh, does he?”

You’re not surprised.

You’ve received many messages from him, asking you to come back. Spencer knows how much you loved this job and knowing that you quit it because of your situation with him, felt weird.

“We talked about you a couple of days ago. JJ was looking over some cases for the Philadelphia PD when she saw that you filed one of the papers and resolved the case.” – Penelope explains, taking a sip of her coffee with whipped cream – “We spent three hours reminiscing about our girls’ nights and all those lovey-dovey things you and Spencer used to do.”

The thought makes you smile.

You were so embarrassingly in love with that man.

Head over heels, completely whipped and lovesick for him that you didn’t even realize that your eyes turned into red shaped-hearts each time you dared to look at him.

“Don’t remind me. We were so...”

“In love.” – Penelope finishes the sentence for you, gently tapping your hand – “He started his part-time job as a Professor, you know?”

Again, you’re not surprised by the news.

One of the last conversations you had with him was about his interest in teaching at seminars. He had that experience when David asked him to attend a few of his lessons and Spencer had the time of his life. He has such a way with words and he can keep an audience on their toes for hours, if he picks the right topic – not like ‘dendrophilia’.

Smiling at the thought, you cross your legs. “Oh, how’s it going? I bet he loves it.”

Penelope claps her hands, nodding eagerly. “He does! After his first day, he came over to my place and he was so happy. He couldn’t stop smiling and telling me about how three students stopped at the end of the lesson to ask him questions about the topics he talked about. I’ve never seen Spencer so enthusiastic.”

Your heart aches at her words.

You were the person Spencer ran to whenever something exciting happened to him and now you’re not anymore. You’re extremely happy he found something else that he loves, but you would’ve loved to hear it from him and not from Penelope.

Spencer is made to be a Professor.

You wonder if you can sneak into one of his lessons and listen to him all over again, pretending like nothing happened between you two and just focus on the sound of his voice. The same voice that you’re starting to miss ever since you stepped inside of here, the same voice you were hoping to hear deep down in your heart once the elevator doors opened.

“I can imagine. He loved teaching with David.” – you say with a sad smile on your lips – “Is he here today?”

Penelope purses her lips. “No, he texted Emily today that he had something to do for his lessons. Apparently he’s working on something with his student.”

You try your best not to frown at her answer.

You weren’t really hoping to see Spencer for obvious reasons, but knowing that the possibility can’t even happen hurts your heart. Maybe seeing him would’ve made you feel a little better. After all, you came all the way from Philadelphia to Quantico just to spend a few days off work – nothing bad is happening, you just needed to get away.

Your almost-boyfriend took five days off just to be with you and follow you here, but still.

It felt like something was missing.

You thought it had something to do with Philadelphia and your stress levels being through the roof, but maybe it’s something else. Something that feels too weird to be said out loud, something that you’re not even sure if it’s true or not.

Maybe you’re just reading too much into your own sadness because of Penelope’s answer.

“Alright, alright. I’d like to go see Emily, it’s been so long since I’ve seen and talked to her.” – you ask, pushing the door of the break-room open – “I already saw JJ when I arrived but she was running out. She seemed stressed out.”

Penelope nods, collecting your mug and leaving it in the sink of the break-room. “Yes, apparently Henry is not feeling well and she had to take him home from school. Half of his class has the flu, I’m not surprised he got sick as well.”

It’s winter, it’s flu-season.

Poor Henry.

Maybe you can go over to JJ’s apartment and see him and his little brother as well. It’s been so long since you’ve seen those two kids, who are now probably taller than you.

God, you miss your family so much.

Following your ex-colleague out of the break-room, you head over to the main entrance.

It’s been so long since you’ve been there and it feels weird to walk right where you used to work, where you used to talk with everyone around you, where you used to read files for cases against the wall while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive, where you used to spend your nights at when something on a case doesn’t end well or kept you chained to your desk.

It’s not a bad thing, you loved this place and you loved this job.

It just brings back a lot of memories you weren’t really sure you wanted to remember.

The same memories that ate you alive a few weeks after you left. You hated how you felt and you hated to leave an incredible job that turned you into the woman you are today, but you truly couldn’t stay – and yes, it was also Spencer’s fault, but not completely.

Every case, every victim, every parent, every family chipped a piece of your heart away.

You were growing tired of feeling sad, of looking into the eyes of a parent and tell them that their kid passed, of holding a wife’s hand while telling her that her husband has been murdered, of being terrified each time Spencer put himself in front of you to talk an unsub down.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

And your break-up with him made everything explode.

The Philadelphia Field Office has a whole different atmosphere – you don’t have to tell people that their loved ones are dead, you just work hard to catch the criminals without dealing with the families. The chaos inside of that place is not that different from the chaos here: people are still running around, working hard on cases, making sure that they can catch criminals or whatever they’re working on, but your team is not exactly... welcoming.

You’ve been there for over fourteen months, but it feels like fifteen years.

You don’t hate your new colleagues, you just prefer your old ones for many different reasons. You had a different relationship with them: you used to go out for coffees or lunches with them, you used to hang out at home with them, you used to date one of them.

Your new team is just different.

They know you come from the BAU and they’re confused as to why you switched your old job for this one, less chaotic and less profitable. It’s a shame that they all focus about something so stupid like money, when someone’s mental health and personal life are way more important.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Emily is the first one to see you standing in the middle of the main room.

You wave at her with a hand while Luke, David and Tara are inside the conference room to discuss a case that they’re working on. Penelope told you that half of the team was busy with

“How are you?” – Emily asks, pulling you into a tight hug – “It’s so good to see you! Back to your old roots, aren’t you?”

Giggling, you step away. “I decided to come here for a visit, I missed you.”

She gives you a smile, pulling away from you. “Ah, I missed you too. How are things in Philadelphia? Are they treating you well?”

“Yes, everything’s wonderful. Agent Lautner told me to remind you that you still haven’t offered him a coffee.” – you say, placing a hand over the desk behind you – “He told me you used to work with him when he was at Interpol.”

“Oh yeah, we were really close. He wasn’t in my team, but we worked close a few times.” – Emily chuckles, shaking her head – “Please, tell him that I’ll wait for him to come by. He owes me a tequila shot.”

While you’re having a nice conversation with the rest of the team – Emily insisted you go to the conference room and meet everyone else – you couldn’t stop thinking about the only person that’s not at the office right now. You can’t stop thinking about how you’d love to be in his arms right now, just for old time’s sake.

Would it be so wrong to see your ex boyfriend just once?

It’s been two years, you’re sure there’s nothing between you two any longer.

You’re in a happy relationship, you don’t need to go back to your old mistakes – however you feel like spending a brief moment in his arms, with his lips pressed to your forehead, wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Tara and Luke seem so happy to see you, hugging you and asking you questions about your new job and you feel awful. You love to talk about your job and you love to spend some time with the people that were your whole family two years ago, but now you can’t think about it.

Your brain is focused on one person only.

And you hate it, because it’s been two years.

You knew that coming back to Quantico was going to bring back all of those memories, it’s obvious that it would’ve happened, but that’s why you begged your almost-boyfriend to come with you. You didn’t want to risk staying here and making another mistake by ignoring everyone else and going straight to Spencer’s place.

Your almost-boyfriend was there to keep you on your toes, focused on the real reason why you’re not in Philadelphia for the next two days: to relax, to enjoy seeing your old colleagues, to go out for a drink with them, to just spend some days with your old family.

Why does it feel so weird to be here without him?

Why do you keep looking for him, knowing that he’s not here?

Why are you waiting for him?

Penelope notices your distress and she’s tempted to get you out of the conversation with Luke, but he seems so happy to see you that he can’t stop hugging you or telling you that he’s excited. Luke was your best friend when you worked here, you are the one who actually pushed him to make a move on Garcia – but that didn’t go very well.

Or at least, that’s what she kept telling you after it happened.

You never believed her, you could see how happy she got each time Luke walked past her or talked to her. There’s something in someone’s eyes that starts to burn when the person they love is with them, something you’re sure you still have for a man that’s not even here right now.

Shrugging those thoughts off, you turn to the conversation with Luke.

“I heard you’re dating Agent Frazer.”

You raise your brows. “How do you know that?”

“A little birdie told me.” – Luke says, tilting his head towards Penelope – “I’m happy for you.”

Blushing, you look away from him. If Luke is aware of your relationship, it means that the voice has spread to Spencer as well – and that’s not exactly what you were hoping to find out. There’s a difference between realizing that someone is in a relationship and having this person actually telling you that – you wanted to have the second option.

You’re not even sure Spencer would care about your new relationship, but still.

Before Spencer was your boyfriend, he was your best friend and he cared about everything that revolved around you – or maybe that was because he was trying so hard to make you notice him. It didn’t work, because you were already whipped for that man – he could have shot you in the foot and you would’ve laughed and asked him to do it again because of how much you were in love with him.

You were so fucking embarrassingly in love.

“How long has it been going on?” Luke asks you with a sweet smile

You shrug, briefly glancing at Penelope on the other side of the room. “A few months. It’s not official yet, to be honest, but it’s almost there.”

The expression on Luke’s face leaves you puzzled, but his answer even more. “Ah, I see.”

The tone of his answer and the way his eyes scanned your face a little too long are telling you that he would’ve preferred to answer in another way, maybe saying something that would’ve changed the atmosphere in the room and especially between you two.

It felt as if he was trying to say: “I understand, it’s difficult to move on after such a long and intense relationship with someone”.

So what?

“What about you? Any changes with...?”

Luke shakes his head, biting his bottom lip. “Still nothing.”

“Oh come on, Alvez!” – you playfully slap his shoulder – “You can’t wait for too long. I didn’t!”

“Yeah, and look at you now.”

You widen your eyes, completely taken back by his answer. “You bitch.”

Luke lifts both his hands, holding back a laugh. “I’m sorry, too soon?”

“It’s been two years, I’d say it’s enough time.” – you reply to him, giving him a reassuring smile – “Seriously, Luke. Hurry up, you’re getting old and I need grandkids from you and your gamer girl.”

In the background, you spot Emily walking out of the conference room. The rest of the team is trying not to kick you out of there, but they need to get back to work – so you say your goodbyes and you close the door behind your back.

You don’t want to keep them away from their job, it’s not right.

“I’ll text you later, Pen.” – you say, following her to the elevator – “We need to hang out before I go back to Philadelphia.”

“Yes, please!” – she exclaims, still holding your hand – “I’m so happy you decided to spend your days off work to come here. I was planning on coming to visit you at the end of the month! I already bought the tickets.”

Smiling, you press the button for the elevator. “I’d love to have you there. I’m sure my almost-boyfriend would love to meet you.”

You’re not sure you’re going to bring him to the get-together you plan on having with the rest of your old team. After all, it might not be a good idea if Spencer decides to come as well – unless he’s too busy with his new part-time job.

Your almost-boyfriend is eager to meet the reason why you left your job here, which is exactly why you don’t want them to meet one another. You don’t need fights, you just need everything to be quiet and perfect the same way it has been for two years.

Penelope doesn’t say anything, waiting for the sliding doors of the elevator to open, when she turns her head to the side. Her smile grows bigger and bigger as the seconds go by, so you follow her gaze – and maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have.

“There he is! Our mighty Professor!” – Penelope exclaims, waving at him – “Hi Spencer! Look who came to visit!”

Penelope doesn’t know that you didn’t end on good terms with him, you decided to withdraw that detail and leave her happy as ever. He was the last person to know about your departure, which led to an awful fight in your car a few days before you left.

Spencer looks beautiful.

He didn’t change, he’s still gorgeous as he was when you left.

Walking towards you, he keeps his eyes on your face the whole time. You hope that the floor decides to open and swallow you whole, because you can’t take this. You really thought you’d be able to see him, face to face, and not react – but who were you kidding?

Spencer still makes your knees weak.

Spencer still makes you blush.

Spencer still makes your heart beat faster in your chest.

He was your first love, after all. And it’s difficult to forget the first person that has ever made you feel like you deserved to be loved, cherished, wanted, adored.

“Hey Penelope, hey Y/N. It’s good to see you.” Spencer says without breaking eye contact with you.

You forgot how good it feels to hear the sound of your name coming out of his lips.

“Hey.”

“I thought you were busy the whole morning!” Penelope says

Spencer shrugs, finally moving his eyes to look at Penelope. “I was, but then I finished everything earlier so I thought I could come down here and see if anybody needed any help.”

Always a gentleman.

You take a step back when the elevator doors open. Should you go? Should you stay a little longer? You’re really in the mood for another cup of coffee, maybe with something alcoholic in it to forget about the fact that you just saw your ex boyfriend, but still.

“Uh...”

“Are you already leaving?” Spencer asks

A short ring catches all three’s attention. “Oh, dammit. Okay, Emily is calling. I need to brief the rest of the team.”

Penelope gives you a loud kiss on the cheek and waves at you, reminding you to text her once you get to your Hotel. You were hoping she could save you from this moment, but unfortunately karma is not on your side today. You watch her as she walks away, and as the elevator doors close again with a loud thud.

Spencer is still standing there, now a step closer to you. “Are you already leaving, Y/N?”

You press the button again. “Yes. Wait...”

You notice that his jacket is humid, and so are his curls. Is it raining outside?

“Why are you all wet?”

Spencer shrugs, pointing to the window next to the elevator. “The train has been canceled, so I thought I could walk here but it started to rain and...”

“Oh dear.” – you cover your mouth, trying not to laugh – “Sorry, I...”

“No, it’s funny. I look like a wet rat.” Spencer chuckles

You shake your head, moving your hand forward but stopping before you could reach him. It’s been two years since you’ve done something like this and you don’t know if he wants to be touched by you again, so you decide not to do it – even though you’re dying to.

God, you just need to feel him again for one brief second.

“No, you look pretty as always.”

Spencer looks away, with his cheeks getting warmer. “Thank you.”

There are a few seconds of heavy silence between you two, then Spencer breaks the ice again.

“Listen, I was planning on going home but my place is a bit too far from here. I don’t want to call a cab and I don’t think I’d be able to walk all the way there.”

“Do you need a ride?”

He nods his head, biting his bottom lip. “Yes, if it’s not a problem.”

Your almost-boyfriend is probably still asleep in the Hotel room, so you don’t think he’d care if you stay out longer than you planned. After all, you want to catch up with Spencer. Spending time with him is the only way to do that, but it’s also an easy way to drown in those memories you cherished so deeply in your heart and stuffed inside your brain.

Either way, you find yourself telling Spencer to follow you.

He walks beside you in silence, waving at Anderson before opening the main door for you. He used to do this all the time when you were together, even if he had to wait by the door for a good minute before you arrived. He just wanted you to feel like a royal, if that makes sense.

Once you’re inside your car and Spencer has put his leather satchel on his thighs, you turn the engine on. You know Spencer still lives in his old apartment, the same apartment you’ve shared with him for weeks, so you don’t even need to type the address in your GPS. You know the road by heart now.

It’s not something you can forget.

You’ve spent more nights at his place than yours.

Spencer can feel the tension in the car as you start to drive and he hates it. He didn’t think he would see you again after 14 months and, honestly, it feels like time has stopped. You haven’t changed a bit: you’re still as beautiful as he remembered.

“How are things in Philadelphia?”

You shrug, keeping your eyes on the road. “Great, my team-mates hate me.”

Spencer widens his eyes in surprise. “What? How’s that possible?”

“They think I’m there to steal our Unit Chief’s job just because I come from the BAU.” – you reply with another shrug, stopping at a traffic light – “But things are great, I like the job and I like the city. The team-mates are just... collateral damage, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, though. I hope they’re treating you well anyway.”

“Oh, they are. It’s just... not like my old colleagues, you know?”

Your words put a smile on Spencer’s lips. “Ah, your old colleagues were the best team ever.”

Chuckling, you glance at him. “They surely were and probably still are. I’m so glad I came here to see all of you, I missed you.”

Spencer doesn’t know why, but something tells him that you’re not talking about the team. It feels like you’re talking directly to him and about him, as if you’re saying that you have missed him. He missed you, he truly did and he’s still shocked by the fact that he’s in your car after all this time.

He tries his best not to get his hopes up.

“I... We missed you too.” – he corrects himself, clearing his throat – “The team is not the same without you.”

Your heart aches. “Oh, that’s not true. I’m sure you...”

“Don’t get me wrong, Y/N, we’re still able to work without you but.. I don’t know, you were a part of our family. And when a family member goes away, their departure is painful every single day. You know what I mean?”

You frown at his words, biting your bottom lip. “Do you want to make me cry?”

“No, no. Sorry, I didn’t mean it.” – Spencer explains, placing a hand over your elbow for a split second – “I’m so sorry, I truly didn’t mean to make you cry. I just thought it would’ve been nice to know that we still care about you and we miss you a lot.”

Shaking your head, you look back at the road. “It’s okay, Spencer. I know what you mean, but... I miss you all so fucking much, you don’t even know.”

“Oh no, now I made you sad.” – he mumbles, pointing to the coffee shop closer to the next traffic light – “How about we get something chocolaty?”

A smile spreads over your lips.

“Chocolate contains a number of compounds associated with mood-lifting chemicals in the brain, like phenylethylamine.”

“A natural antidepressant and one of the chemicals that our brain produces as we fall in love.”

Spencer can’t help but smile at the rest of your sentence. “You remember.”

“And tryptophan, an amino acid present in small quantities in chocolate that is linked to the production of serotonin.” – you finish, driving towards the parking lot of the drive-in – “Of course I remember, that’s how you always tried to cheer me up after a bad day.”

“And it worked every single time!”

“Or maybe being with you was all that I needed to feel better.”

Spencer goes silent. He never thought about it that way, but it would make sense – it took you so long to make a move on him and when you did, you were exhausted from all the longing and waiting that you couldn’t stop begging him to be with you all the time.

When you were just friends, you loved to be closer to him and you would always ask him to come over, or you would go over to his place. And being with him always puts a smile on your face, so now... your words make sense.

“Chocolate was just a little kick, you know.” – you say with a smile, rolling down the window – “Do you want the usual?

“Do you still remember it?”

“Mocha cookie crumble Frappuccino?” – you ask again, smiling softly – “Of course I do. You couldn’t stop telling me about how good it is and how much I should try it. But each time I did, you planted my nose into the whipped cream.”

He crosses his arms to his chest. “And I licked it off!”

Scrunching your nose, you nod. “Yeah. You did. I remember pretty well. So do you still want that?”

“Yes, please.” – Spencer nods his head, glancing at the car in front of you – “Are you going to take the usual as well?”

“Lemonade and a double chocolate brownie?” – you raise your brows, rolling your eyes – “Of course, Doctor Reid. Who do you think I am?”

It doesn’t take long for you and Spencer to finally get your food. You see him taking a few sips of his Frappuccino and you’re tempted to ask him to give you something to drink as well, but you’re not sure if it’d be a good thing.

Your ex boyfriend that feeds you?

It’s weird.

Isn’t it?

“That’s what we ordered the first time we went out for a date.”

You park your car in front of Spencer’s apartment building, when you almost bump into the steering wheel with your face. Spencer really wants to stroll down memory lane without telling you first, but you did it too.

“And you dropped your drink because you tripped over a rock.” – you add, turning to look at him with a smile on your lips – “It was a weird first date.”

“It was Halloween night! What did you expect, Y/N?” – Spencer asks, unbuckling the seatbelt to sit facing you – “Also I did not trip on a rock. I tripped on my cape.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “You were dressed up as a vampire.”

He shrugs, handing you your food and your drink. “And you were my victim. I’d say our outfits were the coolest, but the fake blood was just... horrible.”

“Listen, I couldn’t put real blood on my neck, could I?” – you take a bite of your brownie, handing it over to Spencer – “Do you want some?”

He doesn’t answer you, instead he leans forward and takes a bite of the chocolate dessert in your hand. You can feel the softness of his lips brushing against your fingers, but you don’t say anything – even though you would’ve screamed.

That felt... weird.

In a good way.

It’s like you were in the car with him five years ago, on Halloween night, with a brownie in your right hand and his face in the left one, with your lips covering his cheeks in kisses and his arms tightly wrapped around you.

Your heart aches at the memory.

“You ate a piece of my brownie and then you kissed me that night.”

You didn’t really want to say it out loud, but Spencer thinks it’s a good thing it happened because it proved to him that deep down you care about him. Knowing that you still think about your first date with him, that you still remember every detail of that night, makes him realize that you didn’t forget about him. You couldn’t even if you tried.

“It was an excuse to get closer to you.” – Spencer whispers, looking away from you – “I couldn’t ask you plain and simple if I could kiss you, I was too nervous.”

You smile at his words, playfully bumping his shoulder. “You seemed fine to me. You were the one who kept the conversation going the whole time!”

“Only because you asked me a lot about Halloween and I explained everything to you!” – he exclaims, defending himself by grabbing your hand – “To be honest, I was nervous at the beginning of our date but then everything felt so natural. It was like... coming home, you know?”

When you look up at him, those honey coloured eyes are staring back at you.

You felt the same way that night, and every other day you spent beside him.

“I don’t know how you are so familiar to me, or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are.” you start to whisper

Spencer’s eyes brighten at your words, finishing the poem for you.“How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before. In another time, a different place, some other existence.”**

A smile settles on your lips as the familiar warmth spreads through your body, the same warmth that you felt in your belly after he kisses you for the first time, after he made love to you for the first time, after he said those three little words for the first time, after you had your first fight and your first make-up kiss.

It’s incredible how a person that you haven’t seen in over a year can still make you feel like you’re the only person in the world they’ll ever love.

“You’re smiling.”

You take a deep breath, staring at your half-empty drink in your hand. “Why wouldn’t I? These memories are some of the happiest of my life, Spencer.”

He seems surprised, but deep down you know he’s well aware that this is the truth. “Did I make you happy?”

“I was the happiest I’ve ever been when we were together.” – you admit, taking the last sip of your iced lemonade – “It’s a shame it didn’t work out between us, Spencer. We could’ve had...”

Before you could finish the sentence, Spencer leans forward and closes the distance between you.

It takes you a long time to process what’s happening, but you end up closing your eyes to focus on the moment – a moment you weren’t expecting to happen, because you weren’t planning for it to happen at all.

Why would you stop him from kissing you?

And why is your heart melting the same way you’re melting against him?

Spencer brings both hands on your cheeks, kissing you over and over again without caring about Penelope’s voice in his head. He doesn’t care that you have an almost boyfriend, he doesn’t care that you’re happy with someone else, he doesn’t care about anything but you right now.

And by the way you’re kissing him back, you don’t care either.

His lips taste like chocolate and you could spend hours worshiping them, kissing them over and over until you can’t feel your mouth again. You could bite his bottom lip, you could run your fingers through his hair and ruin it, you could waste the rest of your day there, kissing him and allowing the memories to hit you like a thunderstorm.

Kissing him feels like coming home.

It shouldn’t. No, it should feel horrible, wrong. Then, why does it feel so right?

However, you interrupt the kiss with a hum.

You pull away first, pressing a hand over Spencer’s chest, and you shake your head. “I’m sorry, that was...”

Spencer clears his throat, sitting back in his seat. “Inappropriate. Sorry.”

Why did he kiss you? He knows you’re almost in a relationship, you’re sure Luke must’ve told him something. Then, why did he kiss you? And why did you let him? Why couldn’t you stop him before? Why didn’t you plan for this to happen?

“Yes, it was. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I’m not... I’m seeing someone.”

“I know.”

You give him a questioning look, but Spencer doesn’t seem to notice it. Or maybe he decided to ignore it and move on because kissing you is all he could think about ever since he got into your car – you don’t blame him, your lips are very kissable.

And his are too.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t pull away. It was just the familiar warmth he radiated, it was also that sense of security and stability that only Spencer could give you. A feeling that you’re starting to miss now, even though you have someone waiting for you somewhere else.

“I, uh... I have to go now.” – you mumble, brushing the back of your hand – “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I took advantage of the moment when I shouldn’t have.” – Spencer says, keeping his voice calm and relaxed – “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You give him a smile, even though you want to yell at him to kiss you again, to make you feel his. Would it be so wrong?

“This can’t happen, Spencer.”

Spencer opens the car door, holding his leather satchel with one hand. “I know.”

When he leaves you all alone inside your car, with the rain pouring all over him and your car, you feel as if your heart has been crushed. You didn’t want him to go, you didn’t want the moment to end, you didn’t want to be alone – and here you are, with your heart wide open and that scar still bleeding.

This can’t be possible, though. You refuse to believe that your heart still belongs to Spencer.

It’s been two years, you’ve moved on and you’re happy with someone else. But then... Why do you keep thinking about Spencer? Why can’t your mind separate him from the rest of your memories? Why can’t he stay in his own lane?

Closing the door of your hotel bedroom, each step you take feels like a stab in the heart.

You shouldn’t be out there now, you shouldn’t be running down the stairs to reach your car. You shouldn’t be crying your eyes out, with mascara stains on your cheeks and your hair sticking to your forehead as the rain pours down from the dark black sky.

So many questions are running through your brain and so many thoughts are poisoning your bloodstream, making it difficult for you to breathe. You’ve felt like this before the same day you left your heart on Spencer’s doorstep, the same doorstep you’re staring at right now.

A doorstep you should stay far away from, but you can’t.

You promised yourself not to go back to him, to move on and be happy with someone who truly deserves your time. Is that true, though? Does your almost-boyfriend deserve your time? Does he make you feel comfortable the same way someone else did?

What does he make you feel that Spencer couldn’t? Does he want the same things as you? Does he feel the same drive and passion for his job the way you and Spencer felt? Does he wake you up with a kiss on the forehead and whispers that he wants to read you a story? Does he help you undress before taking a shower, peppering your shoulders and your neck with kisses?

Does he send shivers down your spine the same way Spencer did when he touched you? Does he caress your body and worship every inch of you like Spencer used to do? Does he kiss you with the same desire that has driven Spencer to kiss you inside your car earlier?

The answer is simple, but you don’t want to admit it to yourself.

There’s a reason why you left Spencer behind, a reason why you’re not with him, but suddenly that reason seems stupid, pointless, not enough for you to leave.

“Y/N?”

You must look pathetic right now, with that flimsy sweater drenched in rain. You don’t care, because as soon as Spencer speaks to you, you feel like you’re home. You’re not cold anymore, you’re not freezing – you feel warm, you feel cozy, you feel perfect.

“I’m sorry, I...”

“What are you doing here? And why are you wet?�� Spencer asks, worry filling his voice

You shrug, staring at the tip of your shoes. “I ran.”

“I saw you parking in front of the building.” – Spencer tells you, crossing his arms to his chest – “Why are you here? It’s three in the morning, you should be in bed.”

You can feel the anger inside his voice, but you don’t care. He has no right to be angry at you; you, on the other hand, should be fuming because of him. He’s making you doubt your happiness, he’s forcing you to retrace your steps back to him and you’re letting him.

You’re not rejecting him because you still want him.

You don’t want to admit it, you don’t want to drown in the bitterness that this moment will lead you to live in, but you can’t stop yourself from kissing him.

So when your lips meet in a kiss that leaves him breathless, you know you’re not coming back.

There is no turning back from this and honestly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Spencer leads you inside his apartment and his heart all over again, slamming the door shut without worrying about his neighbors hearing the commotion. He doesn’t care if you’re going to be loud, he doesn’t care if you’re going to scream out his name - all he craves right now is to feel the warmth of your naked, familiar body all over him.

And you want the same, allowing him to take off your sweater and leaving you bare in front of his honey coloured eyes.

Those eyes that, once again, are worshiping your body without a single touch.

The same eyes that send you into a spiral each time you look into them.

Closing your arms around his neck, you press your body against his. His kisses grow more desperate each step you take towards the bedroom, the tension getting tighter within you the more you think about what’s going to happen.

You weren’t planning any of this and honestly, you weren’t even looking for this.

You thought you were going to talk with him, but when he opened the door with those big doe eyes and that sleepy smile over his lips pushed you over the edge. That growing desire you felt for him ever since he kissed you first snapped and it led you here, in his arms again.

Spencer pulls you by the waist inside his bedroom, kissing your mouth and exploring it with the same passion you were fighting against with all your powers. You were trying to take it slow, to enjoy every second as much as you could before disappearing all over again in another city, but your eagerness and his overwhelming ache for you were too strong.

You fell victim to his touch, to his mouth, to his familiarity.

“I need you.” - you find yourself whispering against his lips - “Please, I need you.”

Spencer lifts his arms just enough to let you take off his shirt. Your hands run all over his chest, scratching his skin and begging him to get even closer to you - so desperate to feel him, to have his body closing around you, pressing against you, giving you what other people couldn’t for the past two years.

Your body’s reaction to Spencer is completely different to what happened earlier in the bedroom with your almost-boyfriend. You couldn’t relax, you couldn’t kiss him the way you’re doing now with Spencer, you just… didn’t want him that way.

You pictured Spencer there and if that wasn’t already enough, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Spencer would’ve done in that moment. He wouldn’t have touched you that way, he wouldn’t have grabbed you by the hair that way.

He would’ve been… different.

“Why?”

Such a simple question that requires a difficult answer.

An answer that’s going to tear your almost-boyfriend’s heart apart, but a truthful answer that will end this misery between you and the man you’ve loved for years.

“Because no one makes me feel like you do.”

Spencer’s smile grows bigger against your lips, while his hands slid the last item of clothing off your body.

“No one can make my skin burn with his touch, no one but you.” you say again, with more confidence than before

Spencer gently lays you back down on the bed, undressing himself right in front of you. You run your hands all over your chest, spreading your legs just enough to show him how much you want him, how much he knows your body and takes advantage of his power over you.

He’s moving too slow, probably basking in the gentleness of your voice and the sight of your body completely exposed to his hungry eyes.

You crook your finger to call him to bed and he reacts quickly, crawling between your legs and filling the empty space your body craved. With his chest flushed to yours, his mouth covers yours in another hungry kiss - this is exactly what you wanted.

This is the touch of a person that can read your body like a book, that knows your body better than anyone else - the same person that has kissed and licked every inch of your skin before finally showing you how much you deserved to be loved.

Tracing his lips with the tip of your index, you look at him. “It has always been you, Spencer.”

You can feel the steady rhythm of his heart picking up the pace at your words, as the blossoming desire takes over you. His lips crash against yours once more, with his tongue controlling the kiss and his hands pushing you down on the bed.

You close your legs around his waist, forcing him on top of you in order to stay as close as he can to you. There’s nothing better than this, you think, with your lover on top of you and kissing you like he has never done before.

Those three little words are on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t want to say them.

You don’t want to ruin the moment, you don’t want the atmosphere to change because of a mistake that you’re well aware you could make. And Spencer is of the same opinion, because his lips keep on kissing you and preventing you from talking.

Talk is overrated in a moment like this.

“I was hoping you would say this.” - Spencer says, his voice broken by the overwhelming desire to possess you again - “Say it again.”

You bring both your hands behind his neck. “It has always been you. Only you, Spencer.”

His right hand slides down between your bodies and his index dips inside of you, pushing in without resistance. There’s no need to resist, there’s no need to prevent this from happening because you want this, you’re dying to have this - and Spencer seems probably more eager than you.

A soft moan crashes against his lips as he kisses you again, while pushing another finger inside of you to prepare you like he used to. Your body welcomes him with ease as you roll your hips, matching the rhythm of his palm.

“You’ve always been so responsive to me.”

You nudge your nose against his. “Because I’m made for you, Spencer.”

Your words elicit a whimper from his lips, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. You smile on his lips, pushing your hips against his to feel his growing erection pressing hard to your inner thigh.

You love having this effect as well on him.

“Let me prove it to you.” – you tangle your fingers through his curls – “Please, let me.”

Spencer knows what you mean by this.

He knows this is your way of begging him to take you and he’s not going to let this moment go to waste, because he was hoping to find you on his doorstep. He was hoping to be able to touch you all over again and prove to you that even after two years you’re still his.

And you probably have always been his, just like he has always been yours.

You left your heart in his hands, but he left his in yours.

Spreading your legs with the fingers that were inside of you, Spencer settles on top of your body and with his knees pressing to your thighs. Completely exposed under his stare, you feel your desire reaching the point of no return.

If before you could stop him, now you’re begging to never stop.

“Can I?”

“Please, yes.”

Spencer leans forward and kisses your mouth once again, pushing inside of you with a slow thrust. He knew that once he had you again, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you for the rest of his days – and maybe that’s what you want, maybe that’s why you’re underneath his body, maybe that’s why you couldn’t make love to your almost-boyfriend the same way you’re doing it with Spencer.

“Fuck, wait.”

Spencer stops half-way, feeling your muscles clench hard around him and your whimpers against his mouth.

“Am I hurting you, doll?”

The pet-name makes your heart hurt.

You shake your head, breathing hard. “No, I... Go slow, please.”

Following your directions, Spencer pulls out of your body and kisses you again. He doesn’t know if you’re tensing up because you’re nervous or not convinced by what you’re doing, but he’s going to follow your lead and own you at your own pace.

There’s no one rushing you.

Spencer tries again, thrusting inside of you and finally filling you up all over again. Inch by inch, he stretches you with his mouth kissing yours with a passion that is burning every cell in your body with a fire that can only be extinguished by him.

Your body welcomes him, tightening around him and gripping him to the point he can’t retract.

You don’t want him to.

“Oh, Spence...”

Cradling his right hand up to your face, he brushes his thumb over your cheek. “Am I making you feel good?”

You give him a quick nod, whimpering when he pushes in again. “Yes. Always, you always feel so perfect.”

Spencer rolls his hips in a tentative motion, watching your body react with a whimper of pleasure followed by a soft huff that melts into his mouth. Your hot breath mixed with your whimpers and the softness of his name rolling off your tongue drives him to give you another thrust.

Your hands slide down his shoulders, scratching his skin and leaving red marks that will be the sign of your desire all over him. The same marks he loved to inspect the moment after, the day after and every single time he had a mirror in front of him in the privacy of his home.

Knowing that those marks are caused by your skilled fingers, scratching him because of the pleasure and the tension building within your body, drives him crazy.

You’re not surprised when he picks up the pace of his thrusts, but you’re surprised by his words.

“Did he feel good when he was inside of you?”

Opening your eyes, you find those honeyed irises staring into you. The devilish question is making your breath itch, because you know exactly what he wants to hear – but you’re surprised.

This possessiveness and jealousy over you even after two years is what tips you almost over the edge.

“No, he didn’t.” – you mumble, whimpering when Spencer gives you another hard thrust – “No, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this. The only one who can give me such pleasure.”

You have no idea how you’re able to speak with such confidence in a moment like this, completely submitted to his and your pleasure in a way that makes your head spin.

“He’s just a pathetic man who can’t even keep his girl in his bed.” – Spencer says with his mouth pressed down to your neck, kissing it and licking the soft skin he bit – “Does he know where you are, doll?”

You shake your head.

Of course he doesn’t, or you wouldn’t be here but on your way back to Philadelphia.

Your almost-boyfriend has no idea that you’ve spent the whole afternoon and evening thinking about what happened with Spencer right after lunch.

“Does your boyfriend know how you’re begging me to make love to you right now?”

His lips twitch into a smirk when you let out a loud gasp, grasping the wooden bars of the headboard.

“Answer me, doll. I need to hear your voice.”

But you can’t talk, not right now, not with him so deep inside of you.

Your mind is hazy, your throat is dry and your fingers are itching to scratch him again. So you do, bringing your hands on his hips and digging your fingers into the soft skin of his body – the same body that’s crushing you against the bed, owning you and taking control of everything he can the same way he used to.

Begging for more in your own way, Spencer gives in and forgets about your earlier pleas. The same pleas you don’t care about anymore, because this is what you are truly craving – passionate lovemaking with the only man who can satisfy you, who can give you what you need.

The only man you’ve ever loved – and that you will ever love.

“He doesn’t. He doesn’t know anything.” – you whisper with a broken sob – “Please, more. I need...”

Spencer doesn’t let you finish your sentence, silencing you with a bruising kiss on your lips. You gasp into his mouth, whining when his fingers dig into the soft skin of your waist and force you to stay down, to just take him until you can’t take it anymore. His tongue immediately slips against yours as your whole body rolls along with his, completely enthralled in a burning passion you’ve never felt before.

“More, harder.”

Giving to your demand, Spencer’s pace becomes ruthless and quick. The bed creaks with each one of his thrusts as your fingers leave red marks all over his back, reaching the soft skin right above his hip-bones.

“That’s my good girl, telling me exactly how she wants it.” – Spencer whispers, teasing your lips with a brief kiss before pulling away – “I’ve missed you so much, do you know that?”

You whine at his confession, finding yourself nodding at his question. “I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this.”

You’re out of breath and you can feel Spencer starting to lose his own control because his rhythm slows down to follow the way your hips roll against him. You don’t blame him, it’s easy to lose yourself in the heat of the moment – especially if you’re doing something after waiting for over two years.

“Did you miss the way my body completes yours? Did you miss my arms holding you like this again and my lips owning you again?”

The tears are stinging in your eyes as the truth flows out from his chest in little ‘yes’.

The way your voice sounds, pushes Spencer to thrust slower into your body. He wants to talk to you, he wants to hear your voice, he wants to know how much you have missed him through these years – and he’s not going to stop taunting you until you give him the answer on the tip of your tongue.

“Did you miss me, doll?”

You whine at his question, struggling to keep your eyes on his face. The pleasure is getting almost overwhelming, messing up your thoughts and tangling them with your pleas.

“Yes. Yes, Spencer, please...”

You don’t know what you’re begging for.

“Did you miss being mine again?”

Sliding your right hand behind his head, you grab a fistful of his curls. “No, because I’ve always been yours even while I was with other people.”

Spencer looks down at you with a smirk on his lips as the pride takes over and his movements become erratic again, sending you closer and closer to that delicious edge you know you’re riding. His hands feel heavier on your body, his kisses feel like fire all over your neck and back to your lips which means you’re closer.

Closing your legs around his waist and pushing his body down impossibly closer to yours, you let out another long whine that soon gets muffled by his mouth kissing you over and over. You can’t breathe right, you can feel his heart beating louder in his chest against yours and that’s when it hits you.

You love Spencer.

You never stopped loving him.

And you probably never will.

“Please, Spencer.”

You keep begging him for something, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he hides his face in the crook of your neck and forces you down against the bed as he picks up the pace again – filling you up with his desire and his everlasting love for you feels incredible, because it’s like coming home.

It’s natural, it’s real, it’s familiar.

Even without speaking those three little words, you can feel the love overflowing from his lips and pouring right into your chest. His love wraps around your heart and holds it tightly, showing that this is exactly what you deserve, exactly what you need.

Spencer is your destiny.

“Fuck. I’m...” – Spencer whimpers, interrupting your thoughts – “I need... Where can I come?”

You don’t move, lifting your legs but keeping them closed around your waist. “Inside.”

His eyes meet yours and they’re telling you everything he can’t say due to the overwhelming pleasure. He’s asking you why, he’s asking you what happened between you, he’s asking why you couldn’t come back sooner, he’s asking why it took so long for him to realise he wants you.

All of those unspoken words vanish as soon as you speak again.

“Let me prove you I’m yours, please.”

When you bring his face closer to yours and you meet his lips, Spencer bottoms out inside of you and lets go of everything. His body, his soul, his love for you, his pain, his anger, his eagerness to have you and own you again – and his desire, that fills you up like you were begging to be.

“I’m yours, Spencer. I’m all yours, I’ve always been yours.”

That familiar warmth spreading through your body tips you over the edge as you follow him towards that state of euphoria that only Spencer has been able to give you. He drags you down with him, kissing your mouth and moaning your name over and over to express everything that you’ve made him feel right now.

Holding you tightly in his arms, Spencer collapses on top of you.

Your thighs are squirming around your waist and the weight of his body is deliciously warm over you, suffocating you with the love and the passion that burned deeply behind those eyes.

His hot breath hits the side of your neck and you close your eyes, immediately placing a hand behind his neck to play with the messy curls at the base of it.

“You used to do this all the time.”

Spencer is out of breath and you’re tempted to make fun of him, but when you try to talk, you realise that you can’t get a word out. So you just chuckle, pressing a kiss on his forehead while the man between your legs wiggles away from your grip.

Spencer stays on top of your body, caressing your hair with his right hand.

“I love your curls.”

“I know, I didn’t cut it because I knew they were going to seduce you.”

You chuckle, kissing his lips again. “Ah yes, I ended up in your bed because of your hair.”

Spencer hums, bumping his nose against yours. “Well... I was right then.”

“You’re always right, Doctor Reid.” – you release a soft sigh, looking down when he pulls out of you – “I need to go to the bathroom.”

He shakes his head, laying it on your chest. “No, not yet.”

“Spencer... your cum is sliding down my thighs. I need to clean myself up.”

Whining and mumbling something, he rolls off your body. “Be quick.”

“Yes, sir. As quick as I can.”

You head inside of his bathroom on your trembling legs while Spencer admires you from the bed, smiling to himself while pulling the blanket up to his body. He’s satisfied because of the sight and happy because he had the chance to have you again, to show you how much he still cares about you and how he hasn’t moved on.

No matter what, he’s still yours.

Just like you’re still his, always and forever.

When you come back to his bedroom, you lay beside him in silence. You know you have to talk about what happened between you two for many different reasons, but the silence inside his bedroom is too comfortable to be ruined.

Spencer opens his arms and you immediately cuddle up with your head on his chest, listening to the calming rhythm of his heart.

“We have to talk about this.”

Spencer is silent for a few seconds, stroking your hair and staring at the ceiling. “I know.”

“I...”

“No, not now.” – he whispers, forcing you to look up at him – “We can talk about it tomorrow. We have some time before you leave again.”

You know you can’t wait until tomorrow, you have to get back to the Hotel before the sun rises or you won’t be able to explain yourself to your almost-boyfriend.

Your heart aches for him.

“Okay. Tomorrow.”

Spencer nods his head and leans forward, giving you one last kiss before holding you tighter to his body. You melt against it and you fall silent, drowning in your thoughts and between the voices screaming at you that you made a mistake.

You shouldn’t be there, you shouldn’t be smiling.

You shouldn’t be happy, you shouldn’t be kissing him.

You shouldn’t be thinking about staying, you shouldn’t be thinking about quitting your job.

You shouldn’t be regretting your decision of leaving Spencer, because you weren’t meant to be.

Your relationship wasn’t meant to be.

If it wasn’t meant to be, why did you end up in his arms again?

** From the poem ‘Soulmates’ by Lang Leav

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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Don’t Move, Honey

AN: Y'all were supposed to get a fluffy Disneyland fic with light smut but Calum decided to be a whore and y'all are getting this. Also fuck Tumblr for eating this when I queued this.

Requested: Yes by my #CECOC anon and @nowherebound who engraved the idea of riding Calum's face with the mullet

Warnings: smut, use of sextoys, talks about recording a sextape (spoiler lol), and blink and you'll miss it voyeurism

Word Count: 3.9k words

Calum tripped over his Docs when he kicked them off. He bolted upstairs to his room. Earlier, when he was getting ready to drive back from a guy's trip, they had a very intense facetime call. Claudia sent him a few explicit pictures of her in only his white jersey with his last name in the back. He called her and one thing led to another. Now he stood alone and hard in an empty room.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and facetimed her. He laid back on his bed. Duke came in and nuzzled him for some overdue cuddles.

“Bueno?” She answered. She placed her phone on the shopping cart and smiled down at him.

“Where are you?” He asked, sitting up.

“Target. Remember when I said you were getting a treat?” she asked him. He nodded. “Well, I’m buying stuff to make you a chocoflan.”

Claudia stopped pushing and got on her tippy toes to reach for the cocoa powder, allowing Calum to admire how her ass looked in her leggings. She looked around and smirked to herself seeing that she had the aisle all to herself. She gave him her back and pulled down her top, exposing her breasts. She covered them with the two different brands of cocoa powder.

“Which brand did you like again?” She asked him.

Calum sat up. He looked behind her making sure no was in the aisle.

“Fuck.” he murmured. He switched the camera so that it was facing his mirror and slowly began stroking himself over his sweats. He pushed his hips up and with one hand he tugged down his sweats, exposing his cock. He rubbed the tip and rubbed himself. “Are you coming home soon? I need my pretty girl’s mouth on my cock.”

Claudia squeezed her thighs together. It has been almost two weeks since she last saw Calum. She needed him desperately. Her toys helped somewhat relieve her ache, but it wasn't the same as him fucking her. Even the dildo that was made from a mold in the shape of his cock, that he got her as a gag gift for Christmas, didn't do the job.

"No, I have to go to school and drop off some paperwork. I'll be home in an hour. Can you wait?" She asked.

"I waited almost two weeks, an hour is nothing." He said.

"Okay." she said pulling her top up as a woman walked passed her. "I'll see you in a bit then. I love you."

"I love you." Calum said before hanging up.

He sighed. He just lied to Claudia and told her that he could wait an hour. He really couldn't. He needed her badly.

He pulled his sweats and rolled into bed. He pulled Duke in for a cuddle, but the old puppy shrugged him off. He scoffed as Duke hopped off the bed and wandered out of the room.

Calum pushed himself off the bed and went to the bathroom. He quickly got himself off and went back to bed. Other than being extremely horny for his lovely girlfriend, he was tired. He spent the past two weeks hanging out and partying with his friends. He needed some rest.

He got in bed and laid on his back. After fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, Calum called his trainer and asked if he could squeeze him in for a session. Jesse responded instantly and told him that he'd be there in fifteen.

Calum unbuttoned his flannel and reached for the white jersey Claudia had left on the floor next to her dildo and vibrator. He pulled off his sweats and grabbed some black USC shorts from his duffle bag. When he caught himself in the mirror, he finally got why his girlfriend always complimented his ass. He decided to pull a Claudia and send her a booty pic. He pulled his shorts just below where his ass curved and snapped a few pictures. He saw the pictures and sighed, he tried his best not to think about Claudia on her knees in front of him gripping his ass as she sucked him off.

He sent her the pictures and added 'wish you were on your knees with your hands on me'. Claudia responded with crying emojis. To get him back she sent him a few explicit pictures of herself with her toys. She was saving them for another desert trip but now seemed like the perfect time to torture him.

Calum cursed after seeing her pictures. The one time he wanted to have the upper hand, she still managed to make him suffer. He locked his phone and went downstairs after hearing Duke bark. He picked him up and opened the door. He let Jesse into the backyard while he set up Duke's fenced area so he could be outside with them.

***

"Alright one more set on each side and we're done." Jesse said.

Calum nodded. He reached for the band and pulled it toward him while he rotated his body. His arms ached. When was out on his trip he barely worked out. In the house they rented out there was a home gym so he occasionally ran the treadmill and did a bit of weight training. It didn't compare to what Jesse was having him do.

"And zero. Alright we're done for today." Jesse said.

"Thank fuck." Calum mumbled.

He did his cool down stretches and then walked him out, agreeing to meet in two days. When he walked in the kitchen he was met with a chocoflan beautifully displayed on top of the center counter.

Claudia was home.

Calum grabbed his HydroFlask and jogged upstairs to their room. He found Claudia in one of his shirts and some sweatpants typing away on her laptop. He remembered that she was lesson planning for her internship at the magnet middle school in Boyle Heights. He was proud of her, despite everything that went down last summer, she was able to pick herself up and start fresh. She was doing something she loved and that made Calum happy.

He tiptoed over to her and kissed her head. Claudia pulled him down and kissed him.

"I felt your treat in the kitchen." she mumbled against his lips.

"I saw. I'm gonna shower." He said before kissing her once more.

Claudia slapped his ass as he walked passed, startling him. She giggled as he covered himself in case she wanted to smack his ass again.

He quickly showered and walked out naked to get his boxers. He felt Claudia's eyes on him. He turned and looked at her just as she went back to work. He put on a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. He scrolled through his phone, checking the group chat with the guys. Luke was asking if he should finally announce his engagement with Sierra. Calum jokingly responded to wait until the following day since he was going to post later in the day.

He went to his side of the bed and connected his phone to the charger when he noticed Claudia was fully covered by her clothes. One thing he knew about her is that she always showed skin. If she wore pants or sweats, she'd wear a crop top or just wear a sports bra. And if she wore one of his shirts or hoodies, she only wore panties under, but if they had people over she wore shorts under. Then the only time when she would be fully clothed was in the winter. Seeing her in his shirt and in sweatpants at the start of June left him wondering.

What was she up to?

But decided to put the question on pause. He finally felt sleepy.

"Can I nap here while you work?" He asked her.

"This is your bed. You can nap here." she giggled. She reached for the files on his side and placed them on the floor.

Calum awkwardly crawled into bed. He laid on his back, not wanting to move in case it distracted Claudia. He closed his eyes and let sleep take over. Not even ten minutes later, he felt something wrap around his waist. He opened his eyes and saw Claudia's leg. In his sleep he ended up laying on his side so he laid on his back, allowing her to wedge her leg between his and hug his side. They both fell into a deep slumber, wrapped up in each other's arms.

Calum woke up an hour later. Claudia was still sleeping peacefully at his side. He ran his fingers over her soft curls, but it got him thinking about wrapping her hair around his hand as he fucked her face. He pictured her clearly. A proud smirk on her face as she opened her mouth wider for him. He cursed and let go of her hair.

Claudia lifted her head and pouted. "Why did you stop playing with my hair?"

"Because I'm this close to coming in my pants." He groaned sitting up to fix his pants.

"That's okay. I can just clean up the mess." She said, nonchalantly. "You know I don't mind… cleaning you up."

Calum came up with a snarky remark only for Claudia's stomach to speak up before him.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten since breakfast, unless you count the matcha lemonde I got at the Starbucks in Target." she giggled.

"We can't have that." He said. He grabbed his phone. "Let me order you some carne asada fries."

"So food then sexy time?"

"Yes, food then sexy time."

***

After food there was no sexy time.

They were on the couch settling down to finally get it on when Ashton blew Calum's phone up, asking him to record a video of him playing the piano. They tried to ignore him, but he ended up calling Calum on the landline. He went to the guest room and put on a grey smiley face hoodie and some sweats. He propped his phone next to where he placed his songs and began playing. He began recording himself.

Half an hour passed and Claudia got restless. One of her many weaknesses was Calum playing the piano. She couldn't explain why, but seeing him play always left her wanting to get on her knees for him. She tried sitting next to him on the bench, but he shot her a warning look. She noticed Calum was in the zone so he wouldn't see what she's up to.

She ran up upstairs to get her vibrator. Before she left their room, she took off her shirt and sweatpants. She returned to the living and Calum was still playing. She sat on the couch and started taking a few selfies in the lingerie set she wore. It was a red mesh set. The bra cleverly covered her nipples while the panties did nothing to cover how much she needed Calum. It also didn't help that they were crotchless. Though they did help in giving her easy access to get herself off.

She laid on the couch, propping one leg on top of the back part while her other leg was planted on the floor. She didn't even bother teasing her clit with her fingers, she was that ready for Calum. She slid her fingers in and turned on her vibrator to the lowest setting, not wanting to have the sounds reach his phone. She sighed feeling the vibrations on her clit. With that she let her fingers get to work.

She immediately moaned out for him as she got closer to climax. Claudia felt it. She sped up her fingers and circled the vibrator on her clit roughly. She was so close. Calum's name was at the tip of her tongue when she felt nothing.

Calum towered over her, vibrator in his hand. Before Claudia could even react, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to their room. Seeing in her red, always left him with a hard on, especially if it was lingerie. But seeing her in a red mesh set and getting herself off? He was doomed. He desperately needed to be inside her.

He gently threw her on the bed and took off his clothes, staying in his boxers. He got on top of her and leaned down to kiss her.

They moaned into each other's mouths finally kissing how they craved. Calum held himself up in a push up position and took Claudia in, playing a movie in his head about all the positions they would be doing.

"What are you doing?" She asked. She pushed down his beanie and smoothed down his curls.

"Just wanna remember you like this for my next trip." he said quickly. He ran his fingers over the material on her breasts. Her nipples hardened as he ran his thumb over them. "I think this is my favorite set. I can still hear your whimpers from when you wore it on Valentine's Day. Nice to see you got the chocolate stain off your tits."

Claudia giggled. She sat up against the pillow and intertwined her fingers with his, making him look up at her. "What if you have the material at hand?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what if you had a video of us, of me in this set, doing stuff…"

Calum furrowed his eyebrows together, confused. "I don't understand."

"What if we made a sextape? You can have the video with you when you're on tour or just out of town and we can't FaceTime for whatever reason. That way you can get off."

"A sextape of us?"

"I mean yeah. Unless you can get Tyler Posey to join us or just to fuck me." she joked.

Calum laughed sarcastically at her comment. He rolled off her legs and sat across from her. "Are you sure? About us making the video. I don't want you to feel pressured."

"If I'm being honest, I wanted to make one with you when you were on tour with the Chainsmokers. I never brought it up then because we were only dating for a few months. Now we've been together for two years."

Calum sat quiet, weighing his options. He always felt bad calling her in the middle of the night when he was out of town and needy for her moans. Now with the band finally getting to go back on tour, there would be time differences that wouldn't be ideal for them. But he didn't want to risk exposing her and ruining her reputation. Being a teacher is her dream and a sex tape of her out on the internet could hinder that.

"I want to, but we can't. I don't want to risk someone hacking out iCloud accounts and releasing it to the world. It could cost you a job in the future." He said.

"I was thinking we could record it on my GoPro and just transfer the video to a USB drive. We'd store it in your safe and only take it out when you leave. I trust you, Cal." Claudia said. "If it does get leaked, we can start a couples OnlyFans, so I don't stay unemployed and you can make extra cash."

"I doubt anyone would pay for us."

"You really think your fans wouldn't pay to see how you fuck? To hear the lovely sounds you make when you come. Please, we'd be so rich."

Calum laughed. "I suppose. Jokes aside, are you really sure?'

"1000%."

"Where's your GoPro?"

Claudia clapped her hands excitedly. She hugged him and got up. She pushed the sliding door of their walk-in closet open and went inside. Where her shoes were she had a box of miscellaneous items. She rummaged through it, pulling out the small camera. She went back out and closed the door. She connected it to her computer to see how long they'd have to wait for it to charge, surprisingly it was at 85%. She placed it back on the tripod.

"All set. We just need to figure out what we're gonna do." She said,

"How about you ride my face? I always wanted to see how we look." Calum offered.

She nodded. "Then I can go down on you. Or I go down on you then you go down on me, since that way you can hard so you'll be ready to fuck me."

"Doggystyle or our usual missionary." He asked.

"Doggystyle would look hot, especially when you fuck me facing the mirror." Claudia suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Doggystyle it is."

"I have one request though…"

"What is it?"

"Can you change back into the flannel and sweats you wore when you FaceTimed me at Target?"

***

Calum leaned back on his elbows, as Claudia sucked him off. He reached forward and pulled her hair into a makeshift ponytail, so the camera could get her and her ungodly mouth. He gently pushed her back as he thrusted his hips into her mouth.

"Fuck, pretty girl." he moaned loudly.

He stood up and kept fucking Claudia's mouth. He maneuvered them so that the camera got his backside as she pushed up his flannel to his waist and dug her nails into his ass. He felt close so he loosened her grip on her and let her finish him off.

Claudia jerked him off on her tongue then she slipped him back in her mouth. She swirled her tongue and bobbed her head. Calum moaned and whimpered, begging her to make him come. She only had his tip in her mouth and stroked him. His climax came out of nowhere. He whined and cursed as she continued taking him until he was empty.

Calum slowly pulled out of her. Claudia opened her mouth, proudly showing him that she swallowed every last bit of him.

"That's my pretty girl." Calum said. He bent down and kissed her. He let his hand wander down to her chest to her core. He slid his ring and middle finger in her and pulled them out. "Fuck you're ready to sit on my face aren't you pretty girl."

"Yes. I want your tongue to make me come. I missed it so much." Claudia said sweetly to him.

Calum pressed a chaste kiss on her temple. Claudia tugged him down to the floor where they had a comforter spread out to prevent them from getting tired against the hardwood floor. Their kiss deepened and without breaking their kiss, she laid him down. They kissed with so much urgency.

Finally, Claudia settled above his face, pressing her hands against the mirror doors in front of them. Calum looked up at her from between her legs with the most caring eyes. He leaned upward, needing her hips closer to his face, pressing her dripping core against his tongue.

She gasped when he dipped his tongue into her.

Claudia moaned loudly, resting her head on her arm as one of her hands dropped to his hair. She tightly gripped his curls as she swayed her hips against his tongue. He brought one of his hands to her core and slipped his ring and middle finger in her. His other hand made her way to her breasts to play with her nipples.

Claudia threw her head back and moaned his name. He groaned lowly.

“Fuck, don’t stop, right there. Fuck me so good.” Claudia panted. She wiggled her hips on his face, riding his tongue as she came. He sucked her clit through her high, making her a moaning mess.

“Holy shit, Cal,” she sighed breathlessly.

Claudia pulled away and sat on his tummy. She laid down on top of him, and felt him wrap his arms around her.

"You did so good, pretty girl." Calum whispered. He smoothed back her hair and kissed her cheek. "We can stop. With what we have, I'm good."

"I just need five minutes." Claudia mumbled. She reached over for the GoPro and turned it off while they rested.

After the five minutes passed, Calum turned on the GoPro. He gently pushed Claudia on her back. They slowly kissed.

Without pulling away from their kiss, Calum placed her leg on his shoulder. One of his hands made its way back to her hips and lazily ran his finger tips around her core, sending her goosebumps all over. With the other, he balanced himself so he wouldn't squish her.

She sighed against his lips; she could never get tired of how his lips felt against hers. She pulled away and gasped as he pulled his middle and ring fingers out of her.

Claudia rolled her eyes as he exaggeratedly licked his fingers clean. She pushed his hand down and leaned down to kiss him. She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. Her hips followed Calum’s fingers. In a matter of minutes she was close.

“Cal—”

“I know, pretty girl.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.

“Sh—Calum.” She moaned out. She gripped his hand as she came.

"Hands and knees, pretty girl." Calum said. He leaned down and kissed her before he sat on his knees.

Claudia stood on her knees and fixed her panties. She laid on her stomach with her ass in the air.

He took his time stroking himself as he lined up with Claudia’s entrance. With one hand on her hip, he used the other to guide his cock. He rubbed his length up and down her slit. Claudia knew this was him getting back at her as he continued to run his tip up and down her folds.

She looked over her shoulder to him and pouted as he continued to tease her. “Cal.” she whined.

“I need to get hard.”

Before she could make a remark, he roughly pushed himself inside her. “Shit!”

“That’s what I thought, pretty girl.”

Calum used both hands to grip her hips. He leaned down, pulling Claudia’s back to his chest as he kissed her shoulder. He slowly started thrusting his hips, letting her get used to him. She kept her eyes shut as he fucked her.

“Fuck.” Calum moaned out.

His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Claudia. She rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“Fucking missed you, Claudia.” He whispered in her ear. Calum shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hitting her in the spot that made her a moaning mess.

“Please, fuck—.” Claudia moaned out, not being able to finish what she was saying.

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went down to her clit. Calum worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Claudia.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Calum followed soon after. With a few thrusts, he pushed himself deep inside Claudia, spilling every last drop in her.

Calum pulled out of her and plopped next to her. Claudia reached over for the GoPro and turned it off. She curled up to his side, closing her eyes. She felt a soft fabric over her back as Calum undid her bra. She frowned that she only felt the fabric on her back. She opened her eyes and giggled.

"You wore the flannel the whole time?" She asked him.

"You said you wanted me to wear it." He argued.

"Yeah when I sucked your dick, not the entirety of our sex tape."

"I didn't hear you complain. In fact you were telling how good I was."

"I doubt it."

"I can prove it to you. We literally have it on tape, Claudia."

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parvulous-writings · 3 years

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Not so Wyld morning // Bill S Preston + Ted Logan x M!Reader

Request: can you write a fluff oneshot with bill (s preston) x ted logan x m! reader with like. a sleepy morning between the three?

Requested by: @mlmpunisher

Summary: Starts off as the request, and then goes off on a trip to the Circle K. I may or may not have gotten carried away.

Warnings: a brief joke about kidnapping/death.

Words: 3.5K

Notes: I’ve been waiting for an idea/request for these two. They’re my comfort idiots. My love for them... Let’s just say I watch the movies a fair amount, eh? My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

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You, Bill and Ted were spread rather haphazardly over Bill’s bed. Legs crossed over one another, hands on chests or in faces. You were all tangled together, not that any of you really cared about that at that moment. You had all fallen asleep during a study session- you had been desperately trying to tutor your boyfriends Bill and Ted, so that they didn’t fail their history class and completely flunk out of school- mostly because Ted’s father, Captain Logan, was threatening to send the taller boy away to an Alaskan military school to whip him into shape should he fail the semester. That was now an all too real threat to the three of you, none of you wanted to get pulled apart from one another. You had been trying to quiz them on the philosophies of the great Athenian thinker Socrates (whom both young men insisted on pronouncing So-Crates no matter how many times you corrected them) when you passed out one by one. First Ted- who was up against the headboard, and whose head had slumped forward when you had gotten onto the fifth or sixth question. Then Bill, draped over Ted’s legs, after leaning back to protest about how the quiz was starting to become “A total drag,” around the tenth question. He had promptly passed out whilst you were telling him it was for their own good- you weren’t all that surprised when you were interrupted by a rather loud snore coming from the curly-haired Bill.You hadn’t bothered to try and wake either of them- not only would they both be rather irritable if you woke them up too early, but it was nearly one o’clock in the morning at that point, so you figured that perhaps they were both subconsciously onto something. You had taken the range and array of textbooks off of the bed, creating a little more space for you to somehow work yourself between them and get more comfortable to get some sleep of your own. After some shuffling, and a few murmurs from both Bill and Ted, you had found the perfect position, where you had promptly fallen asleep with them.

You were the first to wake up. Ted had taken your arm in both of his in your sleep, cuddling it as if it were a teddy bear. Bill’s legs had somehow tangled with yours, and he had ended up nuzzled into the side of your chest, not that you minded all that much. Though Ted was the more affectionate of your boyfriends in public, Bill could be just as affectionate as him in private. You tried not to move at first, not wanting to disturb them- they could both be as bad as each other when it came to being woken up too early (too early was counted as anything before they woke up by themselves). So, for what you had gauged to be about twenty minutes or so, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. There were no thoughts of any importance that drifted through your mind at this point, not until you had finally grown restless enough to carefully push yourself up onto one elbow to check the time on Bill’s alarm clock- which he rarely actually used as anything more than just a normal clock. It had just gone half past ten, and you felt your eyes go wide- that was much later than you had anticipated. Thankfully it was a weekend, though briefly your brain had tricked itself into thinking it was mid-week, causing even more of a jolt in your chest. You would have to get up soon to make your way back home; it was bad enough that you had spent the night out without letting your parents know that you’d be out past eleven o’clock. Every moment past nine in the morning that you spent away from them, the angrier they would get with you. With this thought in mind you tried to push yourself up a little bit more, fully prepared to undertake the rather massive task of trying to begrudgingly untangle yourself from the two men you held dear, but you were quickly brought back down again by an unseen hand. Your head landed on Ted’s stomach, and you glanced over to him, seeing him peering back at you through tired eyes and a rather messy head of hair. He gave you a rather dopey smile, and you realised he was the one to pull you back; mostly prompted by the fact that Bill was giving another round of freight-train like snores. Ted’s head fell back again when you didn’t struggle against his protests of getting out of bed, and he gave a yawn before beginning to speak. “Morning, chief.” He mumbled, voice still raspy with the last dregs of sleep his body was trying to cling onto. “I don’t get why you call me that.” You replied in a whisper, trying not to wake Bill. “Surely I should be the one calling you that- given your dad’s job and everything...” “Eh,” Was Ted’s simple reply, accompanied with a rather lazy shrug. It was about a minute before the only other boy awake in the room started to speak again. “I mean, it does kind of suit you, doesn’t it? You keep me and Bill in order...” He prompted, glancing over to you with that same goofy smile, before his gaze moved back to the ceiling. “For the most part, I guess.” You smiled back at him, taking his hand and draping his arm across you, so you could play absently with his fingers. Ted never minded that.

The pair of you fell into a comfortable silence, which was disturbed only briefly, and rather inconsistently, by Bill’s snores. You weren’t sure how long you laid there for this time, but the rather delightful monotonous repetition was ultimately interrupted by a quiet groan of protest from the blonde haired boy at the end of the bed. He rolled onto his front, trying to cover his eyes- he had fallen asleep rather inconveniently where the light peaked through the blinds in the early morning. “Someone close the blinds,” He complained, trying to turn away from them but ultimately failing. “Bill...” You chuckled lightly, nudging him to get his attention. “They are closed. The light is coming through the gap.” Your words were only met with a groan from Bill, and a stifled laugh from Ted. “You should get it fixed, dude.” The taller boy jested, nudging the boy again, and Bill responded with a half-hearted swipe at Ted’s foot. “Shut up, Ted.” Of course, he didn’t mean this in an inherently horrid way, despite his gruff tone. He loved both you and Ted deeply, more than he could love anything else- or at least that was what he thought. Ted thought very much the same thing- though that was no surprise. More often than not, it was like the two shared the exact same brain. If they were not thinking of the exact same plan down to the detail when it came to schemes, they were at the very least agreed on the end result. Most of the time this wasn’t too much of a problem for you- usually you were at the butt end of whatever shenanigan they were plotting- but there were times when you did get a little bit overwhelmed by the pair of them. More often than not, the times where you got overwhelmed involved a very particular phone-booth, with some rather unique properties. Unless you were in it’s presence you tried not to think about it- the amount of times you had been put through mind-bending situations already made your head spin to even consider again. They’d predict something, it would happen immediately after said prediction, then they would turn to one another and proclaim a quick “Excellent!” before reminding one another that they would need to remember that later. You were still a little bit confused by it- especially when they sprung something random on you-but you thought you were slowly starting to understand, even though the concept of time travel didn’t seem quite real.

You broke your train of thought upon feeling a sudden weight on your chest. Though you wanted to crane your neck to see who it was, you didn’t really need to, you knew it was Bill. You did it anyway- your eyes being met with the golden curls of Bill’s hair. “Bill, love, I’m going to have to get up soon.” You warned him, as your movement would definitely affect him more than Ted. “No.” He replied simply. From his tone, you could tell he didn’t overly want to debate it. “But I stayed over without letting my parents-” “You’re fine, you’re safe, what do they have to complain about?” He grumbled, shuffling so that his chin was on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your middle. His deep green eyes met yours, before flitting briefly to Ted, giving you both a smile. “C’mon, dude. It won’t hurt to have a little longer with us, right?” He asked, and you moved your hand to quickly brush a stray curl from his brow. “Maybe he should go soon- like, just to check in.” Ted piped up, ever in your corner. “Cause you know what happens if he gets in trouble. He won’t get to see us for like... A week. That is most heinous, and you know it.” At this rather right line of reasoning, Bill groaned, burying his face into the fabric of your shirt. “Shut up, Ted.” This was quite muffled, and of course still not completely serious. You laughed softly, “Okay- what about this? One hour. Like this.Then, we can ask Missy to drive us back to my place, and I can let my parents know I’m fine, and you two haven’t like... Murdered me, or something.” You joked, and you can feel Ted nod enthusiastically underneath you. “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” He agreed, and you could hear the smile that was in no doubt plastered onto his face. “Then we can all head down to the Circle K afterwards, right?” “Sure we can, Ted.” You agreed, reaching up behind you to clumsily pat his cheek. “Only if he isn’t in trouble, remember?” Bill pitched in, shuffling to get comfortable again. “What about half an hour? If we want to head to Circle K, obviously.” You all consider this new plan for a moment, before each of you gave a curt nod, in unison.

So there you all stayed- you nearly even fell asleep again before you felt Bill roll off of you. He then took your arm and helped you up, and Ted quickly rolled off of the bed to grab his sneakers. Bill chucked yours at you, before going to get his shoes as well. Ted was the first downstairs- “Hey, Missy?” He called out, and he was quickly met with the young woman’s reply. “Yeah? What’s up, Ted?” She asked, giving a warm smile. “We were hoping that you could drive us to (Y/N)’s house?” He asked, briefly wringing his hands, as he eagerly awaited her response. “Sure thing!” She nodded cheerily, “Let me just finish making these drinks, and I’ll be right with you. You guys go out to the car.” She nodded over to the door leading to the garage. As you and Bill started down the stairs, Ted eagerly gestured for you both to follow him. It didn’t take Missy very long to finish making the drinks she was preparing, and you all piled into the car. “So- did you all sleep well?” The blonde woman asked, glancing back at you and Bill in the back of the car- Ted had a fascination with sitting in the front seat. Ted and Bill nodded individually; you were the one to verbally reply. “Yeah, I think we all got a fairly good night sleep.” You give an almost awkward smile. Though, at one point, both of your boyfriends had had some form of crush on her- despite her being quite a few years older than all of you- you hadn’t entirely understood why. You never really mentioned it though. “Good to hear,” She replied, still wearing that joyful smile. “Hey, Bill- you might need to use the spare key today, the one behind the plant, if you’re staying out late with the boys.” She took a turning as she spoke, keeping her eyes on the road. “Me and your dad are going out for dinner tonight.” “Okay, Missy- I mean, mom.” Bill replied, quickly correcting himself on his mistake. “Just stop on the corner here,” He told her, gesturing to the side of the road a five minute walk from your house. “Are you sure?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder as she spoke. “I can take you all the way, if you-” “No, it’s alright, thanks, Missy.” You interrupt quickly, leaning forward. “Here is fine.” She shrugged, but begrudgingly pulled over.

“Thanks, Missy!” Ted called after the now fleeting car, giving a wave as well, before jogging to catch up with you and Bill, who had already started to cross the road to get to your street. “I’ll quickly grab some money whilst we’re there,” You told the pair of them, and they nodded. “I was thinking we could get some slushies.” Ted suggested, giving a wide smile. “Blue and red?” Bill added, giving a smile of his own, and Ted nodded energetically. “Our tongues’ll end up as purple, you two know that, right?” You teased with a grin, glancing over your shoulder as Bill laughed heartily. It took Ted a moment longer to get the joke, but he started laughing even harder than Bill when it clicked with him. “Oh well,” Bill shrugged, a rather mischievous smile. You fell into silence again as you jogged up your driveway, almost wrenching open the door and calling out a hasty “Hey!” to announce your presence to the household and those within it. You quickly made your way to your room, as Bill and Ted quietly entered your home after you, choosing to stay in the hallway- even though they had visited and stayed over at your house many times before. They were both silently hoping that they were making their will to leave relatively soon clear. Your father came into the living room, glancing to the two boys standing awkwardly in the hallway. “Bill, Ted.” He greeted, calmly. Bill mouthed a silent ‘Hi’, whilst Ted just waved. Neither of them wanted to anger your parents- Ted, because he knew how authority figures could be, he’d had experience with his own father, and Bill just didn’t want you to be punished and kept away from them. You came back through as quickly as you could, palming some of your loose change in your hand, making sure you would have enough for a slushie for yourself, and for your boyfriends if they hadn’t brought any money with them- which was more than likely. “Going out again?” Your father asked you, wanting to make some sort of conversation. You nodded, glancing to him and giving a smile. “Yeah, heading out to Circle K with Bill and Ted.” You told him. He was a lot more relaxed with the rules than your mother- whom you currently assumed to be out for lunch with one of her friends. “Did your study session go well, then?” “Yeah- we went over Socrates again. We all passed out- that’s why I didn’t come home or call last night.” Your father laughed gently, he understood. “I figured as much. Your mother was saying that you could have been kidnapped- but I kept saying you’re a smart kid, you’d know what to do if that were a risk. Plus, I don’t think there’s anyone in San Dimas who would want to kidnap you.” “Even if they did want to steal him away, we’d take whoever it is on,” Bill stated, confidently- nudging Ted. “Yeah, we would!” The taller boy confirmed with a nod. You giggled and shook your head at the pair. Even your father chuckled gently at them. “Good to know my son is in safe hands.” Though your father was aware that these two weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed of San Dimas, he wasn’t about to take away some of your only company. Your mother had brought it up to him before, but he usually elected to ignore the comments. “Anyway- get going, before your mother gets back. If she sees you going off with these to again without checking in properly she’ll have a fit.” He gestured to the door, “Just be back by eleven tonight, alright?” “We’ll have him back by then!” Ted told him, opening the door and striding out, followed closely by Bill, and then you. Your father gave a wave, before heading back into your family home.

There were few words on the journey to the local orange ringed store, you only started to speak again when you had each purchased your chosen flavour of slushie. Bill with strawberry, Ted with blue raspberry, and you with another blue raspberry. You all took a seat on the curb, and you decided to fill the silence with one of the first thoughts that came to your head mid-sip. “So, are you two ready for the end-of-semester presentation Mr Ryan is going to assign?” You asked, and both of your boyfriends looked rather shocked. “What? He’s done it with every other year-group, and we’re not exactly different, specification wise....” You pointed out, and Ted groaned. “I suck at presentations.” He complained, “Plus neither of us can remember anything that Mr Ryan has taught us!” He exclaimed, gesturing rather wildly with his slushie. “I mean, even with your help, dude, I don’t think we’re going to do all that well.” You were about to speak, but Bill was the one to step in first. “We gotta try, man,” He placed an affectionate hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, “If we don’t, it’s even more likely that you’re going to be sent off to that heinous school in Alaska.” Ted considered this, then nodded. Bill was right. “I’ll do everything I can to help my boys remember all they can,” You told them, a fond smile on your face which they quickly returned. They loved being referred to as your boys, they couldn’t even deny it- you could see it in their eyes. Bill leant over and pressed a very brief kiss to your cheek- though not before checking the parking lot was clear, empty of onlookers- and Ted reached across Bill’s legs to grab your hand, squeezing your palm to show some affection; you were too far away for a kiss from him, and he didn’t overly want to get up whilst his slushie was still rather full. He took a sip from the plastic straw in his beverage, before clearing his throat. “So..” He began, starting to grin wider than usual. “Who wants to make purple?” He nudged Bill, who then quickly looked to you, wearing the same grin as your other boyfriend. You started to laugh- of course this had been something that neither of them had forgotten.

Without another word exchanged between you, you leant to close the gap between you and Bill, letting lips and tongue tangle in a passionate display of affection. Ted stared on adoringly, not overly minding that Bill was the first to get your attention and affection- though now he had finished off the majority of his drink he scuttled round to your other side, carefully taking your jaw in his hand when you eventually pulled away from Bill to catch your breath. Your break didn’t last for too long, since Ted pulled you gently so your already kiss swollen lips met his equally soft ones. Bill couldn’t help the warm and love-filled smile that spread over his face, before he just had to press a kiss to your cheek, and then reach over to Ted’s cheek to make sure he wasn’t left out. You all separated after a minute or so, and you wiped your lip carefully, wearing the same wide and almost goofy smile as the other two. Your lips, and tongue, as predicted, had turned a rather strange shade of purple. “I think we should get another snack,” Ted suggested, “Cause I’m hungry, and then we can get the colour off of our tongues,” He grinned, and Bill considered the preposition. “I guess some food wouldn’t hurt...” He agreed, “Marshmallows?” He suggested, which was replied to with a nod from both you and Ted. “I’ll get them then,” Bill smiled at you both, searching his pocket for some spare change as he got to his feet; marshmallows were a fair bit cheaper than slushies, and he could afford them with what he had to hand. Whilst he went back into the Circle K, you shuffled closer to Ted, smiling lightly as he drew you closer with an arm around your shoulder. That morning had certainly been most excellent, as most of the time with your boyfriends always was- it was something that you always looked forward to; spending time with them, making memories that would forever make you smile.

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kuroopaisen · 3 years

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brat || gojou satoru

➵ gojou wants you to pay attention to him. and no, he doesn’t care about how annoying he’s being.

wc: 2k

warnings: gn!reader, gojou is Annoying, mild spoilers i guess?

a/n: hi welcome to my gojou brainrot i would like to escape and yet i cannot,,, will i deliver more mindless fanfic? who knows!

You sigh, turning the page of your book with an exhausted kind of resignation. Had you even comprehended what’s in the last paragraph? Or had you just let your eyes gloss over it, admiring the shape of the letters without actually taking any of them in?

Reading a book isn’t so difficult under normal circumstances; sure, you’ve got your own concentration to wrestle with, but that’s an (occasionally) tameable beast.

The man sprawled on the couch next to you, however, is not.

“Are you done yet?” Gojou hums, sticking his legs straight up in the air.

“I’ll be done sooner if you shut up,” you mumble, starting from the top of the page for what feels like the thirty-second time in the past five minutes.

Gojou’s not handling the boredom well. He’s spent the past five minutes cycling between humming Danse Macabre in an octave too high to be comfortable while swinging his legs in circles and poking your cheek as he crouches next to you on his knees.

“You’re the one who said I could come over,” he chirps, completely unfazed by your words.

“I never said that,” you mumble.

It’s not a lie. Earlier today, Gojou’d asked if you were going out tonight. You’d said no. He’d decided to take that as permission to crash at your place.

Although the onus is at least a little on you; he has a habit of doing things like this. You’ve got to be one step ahead of him if you want to win against him on a petty debate like that.

A head of white hair wriggles its way onto your lap.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m bored,” he hums.

That much is obvious. But you know it’s not that simple; he’s bored, yes, but more importantly, he wants your attention. Even your chest flutters at that.

“You’re a grown man,” you smile. “Entertain yourself.”

A well-worn coquettish smile plays on his lips. “I can’t tell if you’re being lewd or not.”

You slap his chest.

“Ow!” He gasps, placing a hand over his heart. “I can’t believe you’d be so cruel to me!”

“Then stop being annoying.”

“I’d like to think I’m ‘charmingly playful’.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” You tilt your head at him, biting back a smile.

“I would,” he muses, “if I weren’t already perfect.”

“That ego of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one day,” you grin, flicking his forehead gently.

He lets you, grinning back. “Ah, but you see, my dear,” he hums, grabbing your hand before you draw it away and lacing your fingers with his. It’s a bit of an awkward angle, but you don’t mind.

“I’m simply stating the truth.”

“Well, the truth hurts,” you mutter, “so it’s no surprise no-one wants to hear you gassing yourself up.”

Gojou laughs. His hair tickles your inner thighs and you’re almost convinced to give in. But it wouldn’t be good form to feed his ego after chiding him for it.

You’re well-aware his ego’s already gotten him in trouble – many times, in fact. But Gojou seems to have a way of wheedling his way out of anything.

And, of course, you know that his ego doesn’t come from nowhere.

Doesn’t stop it from being annoying, though. The fact it’s at least partially well-founded makes it worse.

You take a deep breath, turning your attention back to this blasted book. Gojou will just have to wait.

“Why are you even reading that brick?” He muses, tapping the bottom of the book’s spine with one long finger. “You look bored out of your mind. And, you’ve been on the same page for the past five minutes.”

“You know,” you tilt your head to the side, a sour look on your face. “‘Adult stuff.’ Upskilling and all that.”

“Ah,” Gojou grins. “Career work.”

“Mhm,” you sigh. “And some of us can’t just learn on the job.”

Although, you ponder, the thought blurred with gentle melancholy, some of us aren’t constantly risking our lives.

Gojou always tells you not to worry; he’s the strongest jujutsu sorcerer there is, after all. But even that’s not enough to lull you into an uneasy sleep, to bring you warmth when your bed is cold.

You’re never truly at ease until you feel him slip into your bed in the early hours of the morning, his arms slinking around your waist and pulling you towards him. It’s like clockwork how he buries his head in your shoulder as every muscle in his body relaxes. He always thinks you’re asleep – and honestly, it’s easier to let him keep believing that.

What you’ve got isn’t exactly a ‘relationship’. At least, not in the most traditional sense of the word. Gojou’s never pretended to offer you that. But it’s not so simple as a ‘friends-with-benefits’ arrangement.

Gojou Satoru doesn’t suit the domestic. But he relishes in it, the same way a child might enjoy playing at high tea with little plastic teacups and cupcakes made of playdough. Some might find this frustrating – the idea of existing in this grey, a dark, nebulous unknown stippled with moments of affection and vulnerability.

But there’s still comfort in it; a sense of understanding, a place to let loose and relax. Being part of this world is hard. It’s so cruel – sending children out to fight things they barely comprehend, letting them suffer and even die. And what do they have to show for it? A future of doing the same thing while also having to navigate just how shit the world of sorcerers truly is?

Why aren’t more of your colleagues angry about this? One counsellor isn’t enough to maintain the wellbeing of these children. Do the higher-ups even care? Well, you know the answer to that question – it’s enough to make you want to throttle each and every one of them—

“Hey.”

You clatter back to earth, met by a pair of electric blue eyes. It’s easy to forget just how striking they are; it’s like they can stare right into your very core, laying out secrets you never even knew you had.

“Hm?” You blink at him. You can’t risk him knowing you’re worried. He doesn’t stand for that sort of thing; he’ll just tease you for being concerned about him. Though, you’re well-aware that he enjoys being doted on.

“You’re spacing out,” he smiles. “Again.”

Sure, he sounds like he’s joking. But even he can’t disguise that little flash in his eyes, the slight tension in his face. It’s the same expression he has when he talks about that new student of his.

Gojou understands you better than you’d like. Every little tell, every tiny hint towards what you’re actually thinking. It’s near impossible to hide anything from him; it’s irritating, really.

But, at least he’s got the decency to leave the direction of the conversation in your hands.

You weigh it for a moment, deciding how exactly to respond. Should you play it off and throw his brattiness back in his face? Or should you pry open that conversation like the doors of an old temple?

Today’s not the day. Neither of you are ready for that.

You stick your tongue out at him. Perhaps it’s not how an adult should behave, but you don’t care. Neither does Gojou.

“I think,” he sighs, plucking the book out of your hands and tossing it across the room, “it’s time you took a break.”

You yelp a moment too late, watching your book slap against the wall and flop to the floor. It’s only a paperback – thank God – but you’re not ready to fix another dent in the wall caused by the force of mayhem known as Gojou Satoru.

“And I have been waiting long enough,” he grins, wrapping his arms around your neck and launching forward.

“Satoru—”

It’s too late. He’s got you pinned beneath him – and not in a sexy way. All six feet and three inches of him is laid flat on top of you, your face smothered by his chest.

You punch his side weakly.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he laughs.

“Fine,” you try to say. All you get is a mouthful of Gojou’s shirt. You slip your hands up said shirt and tickle his sides.

“Hey, hey, hey—” He splutters, grabbing at your wrists.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You smirk, continuing your assault.

Gojou whines, propping himself up by his palms and arching his back like a cat in an attempt to shake you off.

“Get back here,” you grin, lifting your torso in response.

His arms are immediately wrapped around you, pinning your own arms to your sides. You yelp in surprise, finding yourself laid gently against the couch with your face pressed against his neck.

“Much better,” Gojou chuckles, still on top of you as he nestles his head into your shoulder.

It’s not the most comfortable position, but that’s rarely a priority when it comes to Gojou. You wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t just his way of goading you into relocating to your bed for ease of cuddling (although you have your doubts that it’s the only thing on his mind).

“You want attention that bad, huh?” You chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.

“Mhm,” he smirks, bringing his head up to get a proper look at you. “I’m a busy man, you know. I don’t think you’re appreciating my free time enough.”

“And yet, you never seem to leave my damn house,” you muse. “I’m starting to think you don’t actually have a job.”

Gojou laughs, leaning down and kissing you properly.

“That’s not an answer,” you say against his lips.

He ignores you, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You sigh, conceding. His lips are so soft yet so persistent, somehow both desperate and playful. He’s aggravatingly good at this sort of thing – before Gojou, you didn’t really understand what it meant to be a ‘good kisser’. But of course, he manages to excel at this, too. And annoyingly enough, he’d been right to brag about it.

He brings one hand up to cup your cheek and moves another down to your waist. It’s a surprisingly chaste move for him, but you don’t mind. You tangle your own hands in his hair, resisting the urge to tug it. If you do that, you’ll officially lose any chance of getting more reading done tonight. Although your ability to focus on anything other than him is waning quickly.

When Gojou pulls back, he’s got that look in his eyes. The one that always makes your cheeks flush, makes your heart feel a little lighter. The one that almost makes you say something stupid.

Thank God you always have your wits about you.

“You get five minutes,” you sigh. “And then you’ve got to let me finish the chapter I’m on, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

Gojou’s grin blossoms with delight.

He slots himself beneath your chin and rests his cheek against your chest. A hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You smile, propping your chin on the top of his head and wrapping your arms around him.

Despite all his big talk, his irksome demeanour, even his obnoxious height, Gojou Satoru loves to be held.

You always oblige. He never asks – that’s too close to admitting weakness.

But you understand. He needs this. Sometimes he just wants to be tended to.

Being let in like this is an honour. He’s letting you be part of his life, despite his grand plans. Plans that, when he’d told you them, shifted your whole understanding of him.

Gojou represents change.

You have to have faith in him. You have to believe he’ll make good on his promises and turn the sorcerer world on its head. It’s no easy burden; and despite what he claims, even he falters in the face of something so monumental.

But despite all that, he’s still him. He hasn’t let the weight of his goals crush him; at least, not entirely. He finds the little joys, indulges in mundane delights, sees the humour in things.

Gojou Satoru wants to change the world, but he still lets himself be a part of it.

Perhaps that’s why it’s so easy to love him.

Even if he can’t offer the stability and promise of a stable relationship.

Even if he’s a little brat.

#gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo x reader #gojou x you #gojou staoru x you #today on: rowan can't shut up!#free me from this hell!

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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Omg I'm SO sorry!!! I'm the soulmates pain AU anon, I was completely aware you were the one with the milestone!! I saw the post through Molly's rb and I was almost completely sure I had opened your blog to send you the ask but alas, the Tumblr app can never give you any certainties. That long-ass message was completely dedicated to you, I still can't quite grasp how I managed to send it to scribbledghost 🙄🙄🙄 Sorry!!! Congrats again, I love you!!!!

for reference a Din Djarin x reader soulmate request where your soulmate feels your injuries and pain

hello, dear heart!

I wanted to say, before anything else, thank you. I've reread your words multiple times since you sent this, confirming they were to me, and they really mean the world to me. thank you so, so much! anyway, your idea is fantastic, I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you like seeing what I did with your already wonderful thoughts 💕

ps it's well documented that I'm a big fan of sprawling thoughts, so please never apologize for sharing them!

warnings: mentions canon-typical injuries, a bunch of fluff. at least enough for a couple of throw pillows

soulmate requests / follower celebration

There's a short burn on his forearm when he wakes.

Din stares at it, wondering at the dull ache, trying to place the injury from yesterday's adventure when it hits him. Hot and golden warmth, flooding through his chest, thawing his flesh against the cold filtered air.

It's one of yours.

A burn, on his forearm.

And selfishly, indulgently, he pauses for a moment, mind slipping away from duty and expectations to dwell in the daydream of his soulmate.

First, his mind creates an image of a blurry mandalorian caretaker, gently moving around a kitchen in the covert. You stir a pot, tapping the spoon on the side before setting it down. Hearing distant calls, you turn too quickly and oh - a sliver of burn along your arm.

Din wants to help, wants to pull you away from the domestic .... danger, and he rushes forward. Your helmet turns to him and he almost sees it - before his mind can no longer produce the answers he aches for late at night.

The second image is of you, in armor as gleaming as his own, in a thick, unrecognizable forest. The hairs on his neck are at full attention, already subconsciously wanting to shout - but you don't need his help. You're breathtaking in all versions of his daydream - but watching you fight with practiced ease punches the air from his lungs. For a moment he feels self-conscious of his awkward maneuvers and slapdash fighting but then his mind pulls him back. You're protecting someone, or else you wouldn't have messed up - you never do, injuries from you are too rare - but you shove them behind you, shooting an enemy over your shoulder before your helmet snaps back. There are so many - you're surrounded - and a hot, sharp blaster bolt grazes your forearm before your fury is truly unleashed.

He runs his fingers over the burn, almost giddy at the possibilities.

Mandalorians are few and far between, but he's grateful he has a soulmate, and even more thankful you've kept yourself out of harm's way almost entirely, since you'd been connected.

As he dons his layers, the shine of his armor reflects bruises and scrapes littered across the expanse of his skin. His own, from his journey, and one beautiful little burn from his soulmate.

And then they're covered, and the armor is tied securely in place, and he leaves his daydreams in the room as the ship door slides unceremoniously shut.

You hiss at the burn, clutching your arm.

Great. Just what you needed - another injury to add to your impressive collection.

At least my soulmate gets a gift from me this time. You roll your eyes.

The vendor next to your stall is a sweet lady, already apologizing for her steaming pots and pans and offering you compensation.

The credits would be nice, but you could hardly justify taking anything, especially since it was your soulmate's fault your body was riddled with aches and pains in the first place.

Waving your hand, you accept her counter offer - a bowl of her perfect broth and noodles - before retreating. You sell cloth, from beautiful dyed lengths tucked away to sturdy, unstainable blacks, and it was days like today that you thanked your stars for that choice.

There's a thick pile in the middle that you perch on, sinking into the folds as your body cries at you, and you sigh over your soup in relief. The burden of waking to webbing bruises and sprawling scrapes and the more-than-occasional broken bone is eased by your stall - sitting and haggling until the sun goes down. That is, unless there's drama in the market, as it seems there is today.

In the distance you hear shouts, more than those of vendors selling meat on sticks to passing warriors and merchants - the taunts of drunkards.

Someone is coming, and you almost laugh when you see his form in the distance, because he's trying and failing to be inconspicuous. It's impossible, with his gleaming armor, but still he ducks into shadowy spots, forgetting - or maybe ignoring - their inhabitants.

"A Mandalorian has graced our market," your neighbor remarks dryly. They were respected, but it was well known that chaos followed them. You share a look, both wishing you were wealthy enough to conpletely pack up shop. If anything, a logical person would put away most of the stock and hunker down for a few hours. Weighing the odds was difficult: if you were lucky, the chaos wouldn't bother your business, and shoppers might be drawn out, hoping for entertainment and spending as they waited. If you weren't, a wayward burst of plasma or blaster fire would destroy your whole month's stock.

You looked at him again, the Mandalorian kneeling down the street. His form was... almost handsome, formidable but careful. He was light on his feet, seemingly with gentleness on his mind, and it drew you in like a moth to flame. You decided to stay, and hope for the best, your curiosity pulsing like your bruises.

And you were lucky, that day, because he ducked away not a moment later, taking the exciment with him.

Until, he came back the next day, this time on the prowl, stalking up and down the edge of Dicer's Row, one hand on his blaster and the other atop a bulky, wriggling bag. This time, you ventured to stand, folding and refolding your displays as you watched him through your lashes.

And then he made his move, and you sighed, feigning a yawn to cover your disappointment from your neighbor's knowing smile. She shouldn't be wiggling her eyebrows over the box wall between you - honestly his type were more annoying than anything. A crash from the alley confirmed it: there was no way a guy like that cared about his soulmate. The gentleness from before was surely a trick of the light.

Your whole side lit up with pain, the impact of something hard against your whole side and you groaned, settling into your mound again. Any curiosity or attraction was snuffed under your annoyance and pain, and your mood soured like fruit left unpicked on the tree.

Selfish, you thought, glaring as a chicken ran squawking from the commotion. What a jerk.

The next day, you tried to maintain the sentiment, huffing as he wandered the stalls.

Why does he keep coming back?

You'd have thought his time here was over when he'd dragged that lowlife out of town yesterday. But here he was, buying a crock of soup at the stall next to you, and ignoring her comments about how he couldn't eat it with his helmet on.

She had warmed to him, since he'd put money in her pocket, chattering in a way that kept him stuck for long moments.

It struck you as strange - he almost seemed too awkward to leave, like her returned generosity actually meant something to him. A man like him... surely could've just walked away.

But he stayed for awhile, nodding and looking at the spoons she carved in her free time, and you almost thought he was looking at you, too. Then he ducked his head and planted himself in front of you, and certainly he was.

For all the years you'd spent weaving words to sell your fabrics and goods, you'd never been so speechless. The Mandalorian was large, sharp, shining edges and bulky canvas packs tied to his shoulders - he seemed out of place, filling your whole stall, shuffling as he loomed over you.

He asked for soft brown things - children's clothes.

"Of course, I - I mean, yes, just over here -" you tripped over your words, caught completely off guard by the shape of him, the feel of him just an arms width away, and his request. You stumbled from your seat, nearly toppling in your hurry and his gloved hand wrapped around your arm, catching you.

"You're injured," he stated not really asking. It was... overwhelmingly intimate, him knowing, and acknowledging it, like he cared.

"Yeah, my..." you swallowed, trying not to get lost in the dark glass inches from your face. "My self-centered soulmate keeps getting himself nearly killed."

Even with your heart thumping in your chest, you couldn't keep the bite from your words, bitterness having collected over years of nursing injuries that were consequences of someone else's actions. He didn't let go of you for a moment, his helmet pulling back and tilting, like he was startled.

Then he was cautious, unbearably so, releasing his grip like a child freeing a captured creature when it was time. The topic was dropped, and he made his purchase quickly, but before he left, he paused. The Mandalorian's gloved hand ghosted over your cheek, slowly moving a hair back into it's place, and if you hadn't known better, it was almost an apology.

And then, thick cape swirling in the dust, tiny clothes in tow, he swept away, leaving you along with your whole body alight with a foreign longing.

Din felt as though he'd been stabbed.

Hot, hot feelings poured through his chest, spreading fast as fire as he desperately tried to sort through them.

You - you were incredible, fragile and bruised, with the most stunning, determined eyes he had ever seen. Not a Mandalorian, and you had a ... a soulmate, a fucker who left your skin littered with marks, burdening you with ...

He felt panicked, shocked, and guilty, just as he had when you'd told him. It had never occred to him that his soulmate might be there... out there, constantly burdened by his recklessness. His body screamed for attention, something he so often ignored, but this time, he was almost deafened by it.

His feet, legs, arms, chest, heart - all of them wanted him to return to you, in your little fabric stall. To... what? Truly, he hadn't the slightest idea, so his mind won out, shaking a little to try to reign in the muscles that he'd taught to obey him.

He couldn't go to you.

But, he couldn't stay away.

He was back in the market, and this time, he wasn't being subtle about staring at you.

Tall and ... slow, he waded through the crowds, making his was towards you like he was following a careful path.

"Can I help you?" You stood, moving almost involuntarily towards him. "Was there something wrong with my -" he was already shaking his head, hands reaching to make you shush.

Waiting, an irrational part of your mind wished he would touch you again, would place his big hands on your skin and sooth the aches that haunted your life. It was unfair, but you didn't stop it, couldn't if you tried.

Carefully, he slid a single finger to your arm, pushing up your sleeve to reveal the little burn you'd gotten.

He was being gentle. It made you want to stomp your feet, jealously welling up in your heart like bile, bitter and hot. How could it be, that someone so powerful had learned so quickly, wanted to, and he wasn't - he wasn't even your -

Then he moved again, pushing up his own sleeve and your thoughts tumbled over each other. It was intimate, even more than before, desperately trusting, as his skin near glowed in the morning light. And there was a burn on his skin, hairs singled like they'd met the edge of a pot of boiling broth.

You wanted to punch him. This man has spent years tossing his body around like he had one one spare, making your own as brittle as bread crust and - you wanted to kiss him. This man had learned after a single day, the impact of his actions, and had been nothing but kind.

The forehead of his helmet pressed into yours, and the two sides of your mind compromised.

Later, words would come - they had to.

But now, your eyes closed, and you sighed. He had the rest of your life to make it up to you - and he would, you were sure.

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Nobody Left Behind

Prompt: So I don't know if you're taking requests? But I just watched Lilo and Stitch for the first time since I got into TSS and I've adopted the headcanon that it is Remus's *favorite* movie (and he's memorized the script) and I love your writing and I'd love to see something angsty involving Remus feeling lonely/unloved by his brother, and maybe Lilo and Stitch is involved somehow. IDK, go wild. (and feel free to ignore this if you aren't taking requests) <3 - anon

it is Le Fluff™ hours my good bitches

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Warnings: Remus has some abandonment issues, but it’s not too much

Pairings: it is platonic all the way down, babes

Word Count: 2935

Ohana means family.

Family.

FamILY.

What a weird word.

Sometimes it’s the people you’re born with. Well, not ‘with,’ not necessarily, but the people you are born to. A mother, a father, a sister, a brother. Sometimes two mothers, sometimes two fathers, sometimes a different parent. Sometimes two sisters, sometimes two brothers, sometimes a different sibling. Sometimes a mess of assorted people that all share the same blood. A family.

Remus wasn’t born.

He was made though, crafted and shaped and born out of the swirling chaos of a child’s mind that didn’t understand the world well enough without other people to help. He remembers getting cobbled together from scraps of thoughts and feelings and morphing them into limbs, into features, into something that vaguely resembled the body of the child he was made to fit. Not the ‘fitting’ was ever his job.

Just his brother’s.

Is his brother his family?

By all accounts he should be, right? A brother is one of those people that are traditionally part of the ‘family’ group, right, someone to laugh with, cry with, fight with, live with. But is Roman really his…brother?

That’s what they decided to call themselves because nothing else worked. They weren’t really brothers, they were halves. But they weren’t really halves because there was never a whole to begin with.

The King wasn’t a ‘whole,’ he was…well, he was the King. Half of a king is not a prince. Half of a king is not a duke.

Half of a king is a mess of blood and bones and viscera dripping off of the end of a Morningstar in the middle of the night when only a destroyed facsimile makes the insanity bleed away just enough to breathe again.

The closest thing to twins, is what they decided on eventually. They’re twins. One light, one dark. One that marches boldly into danger to confront the wickedness of the world, one that dwells in the shadows and cackles with the demons nipping at his heels. One that loves, one that isn’t loved.

Sure, they had some things in common. They both loved to fight, hence the scars and the bruises and the wounds that would never, ever heal, the distrust that would never be fixed ever, because the urge to sink their teeth into each other’s necks and rip never went away. They both loved to make, Roman the peaceful lies he tells himself to make up for the gaping wounds Remus leaves as he carves his perfectly tailored destruction. They both love Disney.

Roman’s made it part of his whole deal as the Prince, he loves Disney. He bursts into song every chance he gets, drags the others in until the Mindscape rings with joyful song and there’s nowhere left for any sadness or darkness. He takes his lessons from it, models himself using the traits of the characters he admires most. Cultivates his art of storytelling, perfect to a tee.

Remus loves Disney too. Loves how easy it is to twist the lens to distort the image just enough to let the darker parts of the Imagination run wild. What is the real implication of never growing old, never understanding what it means to die? What kind of person curses a ten-year-old boy for being cautious about who he answers the door to? What could the story have been if the prince never comes to save the day?

When they were smaller it was fine. When they were still getting used to the fact that they weren’t King anymore, they used to sit and watch so many Disney movies. Roman’s favorite was always changing, one week it was Beauty and the Beast, then it was Mulan, then it was Cinderella, it never stayed the same.

Remus’s was always Lilo and Stitch.

Roman never understood it, said it was boring, there wasn’t a prince, there wasn’t anything exciting. Remus said that aliens were plenty exciting, thank you very much.

But they would always watch it. The King wasn’t there anymore, but the prince and the Duke were.

…when they were smaller, there was one time where the prince wasn’t there at all.

Remus remembers waking up one day and feeling like he was being Split all over again. The maggots in his bones reached their awful little mouths into his heart and pulled, yanking him all the way across the bed and to the door, howling and screaming for his twin.

Only to be met with a blank wall.

He remembers howling at the top of his lungs until Janus had rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him and telling him shh, be quiet, hush now, you’re alright, you’re not hurt. And when he couldn’t explain that he was hurt, half of him was missing, Remus needed to go find him, Janus’s mouth had hardened into a thin line and told him that there wasn’t anything to worry about.

He remembers thinking that was a lie.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t a lie.

Roman was fine.

Roman was more than fine, because Roman had a family.

Roman had Patton, who is the actual manifestation of sunshine and rainbows and loved so much it almost burns. The darkness that wrapped around Remus’s corner of the Imagination screeched and hissed at the very idea of being loved that much, even as part of him strained with all its might to get to it. But Patton would never set foot near this side of the Mindscape.

Roman had Logan, who represents everything true about the Mindscape, about Thomas, about the world. The reality of things that would never let anything Remus created make it anywhere close to anything important because it was dangerous, it was hurtful, and it was wrong. Logan wouldn’t want anything to do with something so useless.

And that was okay. Because Roman may have been gone but Remus wasn’t alone. Remus had Virgil, who lived with fear soaking every fiber of his being. Remus had Janus, who wrapped himself in darkness and obscurity and laughed.

But then Virgil left. And now Roman had Virgil, who used Thomas’s anxieties to keep him safe, to help Roman and the others figure out what to do, how to take care of everybody, and how to make the darkness go away. And Virgil would never willingly sink himself back into the darkness when he’d spent so long clawing himself out of it.

But that was okay, because Remus had Janus. Janus, who plotted and schemed and smirked at how easily the others were pulled along by his strings, luring them deeper and deeper as Remus readied his Morningstar for the trap to be sprung.

But then they sprung the trap and everything went wrong.

Roman didn’t want to fight. He just…he let Remus knock him out and didn’t show up again except to scoff and say he didn’t like him.

And that was…wrong.

Because Roman wasn’t supposed to like him but he was never only supposed to not like him. Roman was supposed to declare that he wasn’t welcome and try and slash him with his sword. Roman was supposed to try and banish him from the Mindscape and spit insults at him until he left, cackling all the while. Roman was supposed to hate him.

But Roman didn’t hate him, he just…he just said he didn’t like him.

But that was okay, because Janus could just come up with a better plan with him this time. They could do it properly, and Roman would hate him again and it would be back to normal.

But then Janus left. And now Roman has Janus, who keeps his eyes where the prince’s aren’t, when he can’t see what’s happening or he can’t bear to look, to help Roman figure out what to do when what seems to be happening isn’t anything that the prince is used to dealing with. And Janus would never willingly step away from a place that finally accepted him.

Roman has them now. Roman has people that chose him. Roman’s family chose him. He chose them. They chose each other.

Remus’s grip on his Morningstar slackens and the thing falls to the ground with a heavy clunk. He moves numbly through his room until he can fall to his knees on his bed.

He just came from the living room. They were all there. Roman was talking with Logan, ranting about some new show they were both watching. Janus was in the kitchen with Patton, making something for dinner that everyone—well, almost everyone—could eat. Virgil was on the back of the couch, reaching out for Roman’s shoulder every once in a while.

Remus had waited behind the couch. For someone to sit down, for someone to see him and shriek, or even maybe—just maybe—for someone to ask where he was.

But no.

Patton had come over and gently ruffled Virgil’s hair, saying that dinner was ready. Logan and Roman had moved into the kitchen, demanding Janus’s attention and pulling him into their conversation. Virgil had murmured a quiet thank you and Roman had asked him for what?

“Y’know,” Virgil had said, “for…this.”

“Of course,” Roman had laughed, the soft rustle of fabric as he probably pulled the emo in for a hug—what did those feel like?— “I should be thanking you?”

“What for, kiddo?”

“I dunno, it just…feels like it’s been forever since we’ve all sat down for dinner together.”

Remus’s chest had started to hurt.

“The whole family.”

The whole family.

Remus’s eyes well up with stubborn tears and he angrily swipes them away, baring his teeth at the memory and focusing intently on the things on the bed. Each hand-stitched, each carefully kept clean.

His family.

He reaches out with a shaking hand and tucks the blue frog plushie into the crook of his arm, crawling into the middle of the bed and balancing the purple spider on his shoulder. His hands keep shaking as he wraps the long yellow snake securely around his neck, clutching the head under his chin and nuzzling it protectively. The dark blue cat he holds in his other hand, careful not to tear its tie as he scrunches in on himself.

Wait.

Where is it?

No, no, no, no—

Remus growls, placing all of his family gently on the floor before all but tearing at his sheets. Where is it, where is it, where is it—his heartbeat starts to rise as his search grows more frantic, where is it, where is it—

The slightest little puff of red hair and he howls, lunging for it and sweeping it into his lap. He pauses to make sure the lion’s crown didn’t fall off and sighs when he sees it still in place. He sets the lion between his legs and leans over, adjusting everyone back into place and scrunching himself into a ball again. He rubs his nose against the lion’s fur and nuzzles into the soft fabric.

He’d never be able to forgive himself if he lost them.

Because Ohana means family.

Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

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There’s a knock on his door.

Why is someone knocking on his door?

They knock again.

Remus looks up, carefully butting the spider out of the way with his head and sitting up. The snake hangs off his shoulder and he lets it, only missing its warmth once the knock sounds again.

The frog and the cat watch him warily as he climbs out of bed, the lion clutched in his hand.

The door squeaks slightly as he opens it.

“So, I’ve got popcorn, I found the weird gummy snakes, and they had this chocolate-covered bacon which we have to try—Remus?”

Roman?

Roman stands there, his arms full of snacks and blankets, his head tilted. He glances behind Remus—probably to check something or other—and then back at him.

“Remus? Are you okay?”

“Why are you here?” Roman doesn’t like him.

“It’s movie night, Re, of course, I’m here.” Roman chuckles nervously before taking in his tear-stained face. “Hey, Re, what’s going on? Are you okay? Can I come in?”

Why is Roman here? Roman has his family, what is he doing here? With Remus?

“Remus—“ oh, right, Roman’s talking to him—why is Roman talking to him?—in a soft voice now— “Remus, hey, look at me.”

Remus blinks. Oh. Roman looks concerned now, he’s reaching for him.

“Hey,” he murmurs as he ruffles Remus’s hair, “what’s going on? Have you been crying?”

Remus nods dumbly.

“I’m sorry, Re, can I help?”

Help? Why does Roman want to help?

Oh, he’s waiting for an answer.

“…sure.”

“Thank you,” Roman says softly, “can I come in?”

Remus steps aside wordlessly and Roman walks in, pausing when he sees the rest of Remus’s family on the bed.

“Did you make them?”

Something dark twists in Remus’s chest as he sees Roman reach for the spider.

“Don’t.”

Roman backs off, stepping back as Remus snatches up his family and cradles them in his lap, glaring at Roman and curling up on the bed.

“I won’t, Re, I’m sorry,” Roman says, still speaking softly, “can I sit?”

“…floor.”

Roman sits on the floor, setting aside the blankets and snacks, looking up at him. He still looks concerned. Why? Roman doesn’t like him.

“Why weren’t you at dinner,” he asks gently, “I was worried.”

Worried? About him? Remus snorts.

“You had your whole family there,” he spits, “why would you worry?”

“But you weren’t there,” Roman says like that makes any difference, “so I was worried.”

Remus shakes his head. Roman doesn’t get it. Roman doesn’t worry about him, he worries about other things. But if Roman wants to know why he wasn’t at dinner, he’ll tell him.

“I was with my family.”

Roman’s brow furrows as he glances around again. “…your family?”

Remus huddles protectively around his family. “Yes. My family.”

Roman’s eyes widen as he takes in Remus’s posture and how he reacted when Roman asked about them earlier.

“…are they your family, Remus?”

“Yes.” He holds them tighter. “I chose them. They won’t leave me. They won’t forget me. That’s what family means.”

Something crosses Roman’s face and he lets out a wounded noise. Wait. Are they fighting?

“Wait, Remus,” he murmurs, rising up to his knees, “did you—did you think we forgot you?”

“You did forget me.”

“I’m sorry, Remus, I would’ve come to look for you, but I thought—“ Roman shakes his head— “no, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I should’ve come got you, Re, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

Oh.

“…you didn’t?”

Roman shakes his head furiously. “No, Remus, I promise. I never meant to leave you.”

“But everybody leaves me.”

If possible, Roman’s eyes are now wider and he scrambles for the edge of the bed. “What do you mean, Remus, what do you mean everybody leaves you?”

“You left. Virgil left. Janus left. Everybody left.” The lion’s mane brushes against his lips as he bows his head. “But not them. They won’t leave me.”

“Oh, Remus—“

Something big lunges at him and Remus whimpers, he doesn’t have his Morningstar, he doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t—he doesn’t—

What’s happening? He feels warm and he’s being squished and Roman is pressing himself against him and what—what—

“What’re you doing?”

“It’s a hug, Remus,” comes Roman’s voice, slightly muffled, from over his shoulder, “I’m hugging you.”

Oh.

“R-Ro?”

“Yeah, Re, I’m here, I’m right here, I won’t forget you, I won’t leave you behind, you’re my brother, you’re my family, I choose you.” Roman’s grip tightens on him and Remus just about gasps. “I choose you and I want you and I like you.”

Roman…Roman likes him?

Roman chooses him?

Roman won’t…leave?

“No, Remus,” Roman promises as he cautiously asks, “I won’t leave. Not unless you want me to.”

“No.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

That’s it.

Remus throws his arms around his twin and sobs, cries an entire ocean of tears into his brother’s shoulder because he’s here and he cares and he chose Remus. The darkness shudders as that small part of him surges forward, into Roman’s chest, finding a home in the prince’s heart and languishing in the warmth there.

“I’m right here, Re,” Roman murmurs, stroking up and down his back, “right here, I’ve got you.”

The snake drapes itself cautiously over Roman’s shoulder, the spider taking up watch on his knee. The cat and the frog stare at him, making sure he isn’t lying, that he won’t change his mind. The lion, sandwiched between them, feels the reassuring rumble from Roman’s chest and purrs.

After a long, long time, Remus pulls back a little and scuffs a hand over his nose.

“…did you say something about chocolate-covered bacon?”

Roman’s smile lights up.

“Let’s put on Lilo and Stitch and we’ll try it.”

Ohana means family.

Family means no one gets left behind.

Or forgotten.

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hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

#anemo-writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #THE WAY THIS IS A DAY LATE #can you tell that i’ve never written for zhongli before :’)#bennett’s is my favorite i almost cried while writing it because it was so wholesome #diluc x reader #Childe x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #razor x reader

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You (Part 15) - Trouble In Paradise

Summary: The reader is enjoying settling into her newfound children’s book career and shares how important the bracelet she gave Jensen is to her. A rainy day allows the reader to enjoy her shift into motherhood despite all of the bumps that go with it. But not everything is smooth sailing for the happy couple...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, mention of past abuse, nightmares, major angst

A/N: Uh oh. Big uh oh. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Two Weeks Later

“Honey bun,” sang Jensen as he stepped into your home office you’d set up in the small reading room in the house. “Must you work today?”

“I do occasionally have to work on that drawing thing,” you said. He pouted and laid out on the daybed, picking up a copy of the third book. “Give me another hour to finish with these pages.”

“Can I hang out and watch you draw?” he asked.

“Knock your socks off,” you said. You picked up your stylus again and went back to your pad, Jensen sitting up and watching from the other side of the room. “You can sit closer if you want.”

He got up and pulled over a chair, crossing his legs in it.

“I basically draw using my stylus and this pad and it shows up on my laptop screen,” you said.

“We could get you a better screen, like your own separate work computer. I know your stories are picking up a lot of steam.”

“I’m okay for now. All I need to do is finish illustrating this book and my five book deal is done and ready for print,” you said.

“Can I make a request?”

“I would love to put in a giraffe for Zepp but the story takes place in the woods,” you said.

“Baby giraffe? Maybe just in the background?” he asked.

You backed out of your current page and went to the last two where the foxes and wolves were playing with their friends. You tapped on a tree and erased it, sketching out a loose shape.

“Look up a giraffe for me?” you asked. He tapped away on his phone and pulled up a picture. “Thanks.”

You drew a picture of a rough giraffe, softening it some before adding colors.

“You’re really good at that,” he said.

“The characters are easy. Backgrounds can get boring,” you said. You went back to your original set of pages and worked quietly, Jensen watching carefully. “Yes?”

“Just wanna spend time with you is all,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Okay, baby,” you said. You worked for another hour, Jensen asking the occasional question but mostly staying silent and close by. After you sent off the pages for review you turned to him, Jensen offering a soft smile in return. “All set with work for the day.”

“Awesome,” he said.

“Where’s the munchkins?”

“A movie,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into it. “Tell me a secret.”

“A secret? I don’t think I have too many of those left from you,” you said. He opened his eyes and looked at you through his lashes. “What?”

“You said you got this on vacation,” he said, holding up his wrist, the bracelet you’d put on him two weeks ago still there. “When we were down there, I was talking to Ray and he kinda implied it wasn’t just a souvenir.”

“I was upset that day when he bought it for me. It meant I was safe was all,” you said.

“How long after did your mom…”

“A few months. She went on bed rest after that trip.”

“Y/N, I know when you’re holding back, honey. I would never judge or tell anyone anything. You know that.”

“You got hurt because you lost someone and you got hurt and it sucks right? But it’s kinda like something happened and then you heal from it right?”

“Yeah…” he said. “What don’t I know?”

“You know how anxious you were to get in the car and drive down to the beach?” you asked as he nodded. “You’ve never been afraid of a person, Jensen. It’s like that feeling...but everyday and you’re expected to live your life normally when you constantly have that over your head.”

He was quiet, glancing past you as the room grew darker from some passing clouds outside.

“Canada wasn’t the first time you saw your father since you were adopted, was it,” he said.

“You wouldn’t believe what a good lawyer and shitty laws will do for a piece of shit like that,” you said.

“You were a kid.”

“With zero physical evidence. Everything was circumstantial. So he got out and he came to apologize or some bullshit and Ray decked him.”

“The more I learn about Ray, the more I like him.”

“My mom kicked him in the nuts.”

“I really like that woman,” he said. You smiled and he moved his chair closer, pulling you into his lap. “I don’t mean to make you talk about your dad. I was curious was all.”

He went to take off the bracelet when you put a hand over it.

“I don’t want to remind you of something bad, sweetheart.”

“Like I said, I was upset. Very upset and in public and I went down to the beach to try to hide away. Ray bought that for me and told me I was safe when he put it on me. All it means to me is that you’re safe.”

“What about you? What do you have?” he asked quietly. You cocked your head and moved your hand to rest over his chest. “Alright, sort of a dumb question.”

“Not dumb,” you said, trailing your fingers down his chest.

“Guess you’ll just have to stay as close as humanly possible.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you said.

“Do you have a restraining order against your father?”

“No but that’s only because Ray managed to get him kicked out of the country. He found some loophole law. He was born in the Yukon so technically he’s not American and he got him kicked back.”

“Scratch that. Ray is my new favorite person,” he said. “If only we could send him someplace we’ll never visit like...a deserted island. Or Hell.”

“I appreciate the thought but I’m not scared of him anymore,” you said. “I am however afraid our plans of lunch at the brewery are going to get rained out.”

“We can enjoy ourselves right here. I’ve never heard a complaint yet about my grilling.”

“You know what? I got the perfect idea.”

“Okay,” said Jensen, sliding the foil packet off the grill and onto JJ’s plate. You’d decided to have lunch on the grill, sitting out under the covered back patio off the playroom. It was pouring rain but you were plenty dry there. “Chicken, marinara sauce and cheese. Then we got chicken, ketchup and baby carrots for Arrow. Zeppy wanted to try barbecue sauce and onion which sounded good to me and then Y/N went for the salmon and lemon.”

You helped the twins open up their foil packets and get their food on their plates, dicing up the chicken for them before going to your own plate.

“Daddy,” said Zeppelin while he chewed on a big piece of chicken. Jensen hummed and worked on his own food. “Can we play race cars after lunch?”

“Sure,” he said, JJ shaking her head.

“I don’t wanna play cars,” she said. Zeppelin stared at her and his bottom lip wobbled. “You’re a cry baby.”

“JJ, that’s rude,” you said, Jensen glancing at you and nodding. “Apologize to your brother.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“We’re gonna play cars after lunch and you’re welcome to join,” said Jensen. “Your brother goes along with what you girls want to play quite a bit so I think you can do the same for him.”

“I still don’t wanna play cars,” she mumbled.

“You play cars with the Padalecki boys all the time,” you said.

“Not little kid cars,” she said. “He doesn’t know how to play right.”

You saw Zeppelin getting upset again and sighed.

“There’s no wrong way to play,” you said. “Zepp’s littler than you. You gotta be the big sister and do what he wants sometimes.”

“Mom would have played dress up,” she grumbled. “Not stupid cars.”

“Enough,” said Jensen. “You’re old enough to know better.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Your brother wants to play cars. We played horses all morning long and you barely let him have a turn at that so like I said, we’re gonna play what he wants and you are welcome to join us but if you don’t want to, you can play something else,” he said.

“Baby,” she said under her breath. Jensen didn’t catch it but you did.

“JJ you’re in timeout after lunch. Ten minutes,” you said.

“I didn’t-”

“You just called him a baby. You want to make it fifteen?” you asked.

“You’re not my mom! You can’t give me timeouts,” she said.

“Half an hour now,” said Jensen. She stared at him and he shook his head. “Eat your lunch.”

Zeppelin spent half of it crying quietly and JJ barely touched hers before she was following Jensen inside. You threw your head back and sighed before you went inside to get some tissues. When you came back out Arrow was hugging him tightly.

“Let’s clean you up, buddy,” you said as you squatted down beside them. She let go of him and you wiped off his face and helped him blow his nose. “Feel better?”

“We can play dress up,” he said. You picked him up and hoisted him on your hip.

“We’re gonna play cars. Arrow, do you want to play with us?” you asked. She smiled and nodded. “Hey how about you go wash your hands and then you can bring out the bucket of cars and we’ll play out here. How’s that sound Zepp?”

“Okay,” he said. Arrow went inside and you carried him around as you collected the trash and threw it in the bag you brought out. You tied it up and left it in the corner to put in the bin later before you you walked to the edge of the covered patio, rain coming down at a decent rate. “Y/N you’re my mom right?”

“I’m one of your moms,” you said. “I’m gonna adopt you that way everybody can know I am though.”

“Cool,” he said softly, resting his head on your shoulder. “Mom can we play in the rain?”

“Hear any thunder?” you asked. He shook his head. “See any lightning?”

“Nuh uh,” he said.

“Then we can play in the rain all you want,” you said. You walked out to the grass and spun around with him, getting a giggle out of him. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked. You spun around again and he laughed.

“There it is again!” you said. He giggled and you spun around a few times until you were dizzy and took a seat. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as you noticed Jensen leaning against the post of the patio. He was smiling and you hopped up with Zeppelin, waving him around in the air until you were back under cover. You set him down and he ran over to Arrow, picking out his favorite cars from the bucket and handing her some.

“Well that might have been one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“You took a picture, didn’t you.”

“Oh several,” he said. He glanced back at the twins and then at you. “It clicked for you just now didn’t it.”

“Being a mom? Yeah.”

“You didn’t look to me on how to discipline JJ and you made him feel better and you made him laugh. You went full mom there and I’ve kinda been waiting for that.”

“I know it’s just playing they’re arguing over but I just hate...there is so much of you in him,” you said.

“I know and that feeling will never go away but it means you love ‘em and loving them is my only requirement for us working so this was actually a really good thing.”

“Those two are so sweet,” you said.

“It’s the twin thing. Oh what fun we have to look forward to when they are teenagers and they lie to us for one another,” he chuckled.

“Yeah but I’ll take it. Did you really give her a half hour timeout?”

“Fifteen minutes. She needs to share more and he doesn’t like confrontation so he goes along with what she wants but it’s not her road or the highway.”

“She’s been a little…”

“I know. Since we told them about the engagement,” he said. “We gotta talk to her on her own.”

“Let me take a crack at her first?” you asked.

“You got a hunch?”

“I don’t think having a mom again is a problem. I think the idea of losing a mom again is.”

“That makes sense considering she was attached to your hip before all this.”

“I’m gonna go see if I can get to the bottom of this. Now go play cars,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you headed inside, drying off some with a towel in the laundry room before you went up to JJ’s bedroom. You knocked and cracked open the door, catching her splayed out on her bed. “JJ. Can we talk?”

She rolled and put her back to you. You sat down on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath.

“You know your brother did what you wanted all day. You have to share,” you said. She didn’t say anything and you lay back on the bed, turning your head. She rolled back the other way and you sat up. She rolled again and you tilted your head back. “JJ do you want me to be your mom?”

“No,” she mumbled.

“Are you lying?” She didn’t move and you sat back, her face scrunched up. “Are you scared if I’m your mom something bad will happen to me?”

“I don’t want two dead moms,” she said.

“I have two dead moms,” you said. She blinked her eyes open and sat up. “My first mom, I never met her. She died giving birth to me.”

“You only had a dad when you were born?” she asked. You nodded and pulled her into your lap. “Did he get married again?”

“No. My dad was very mad my mom died. He took that out on me. He was a bad guy. He went to jail and I got adopted by my mom when I was your age. Ray was her boyfriend. He acted like he was my dad in a lot of ways. I was sixteen when my mom died. I understand it hurts, sweetie, and that it’s scary and you don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

“I thought if I was bad you and daddy wouldn’t...and then I don’t have to feel bad again.”

“I am so sorry honey but you can’t stop that feeling from never coming back. The only way you could not get it would be to not love anyone or anything and that’s not a life at all. It’s the price you pay for loving someone. Your mom was an accident. But Daddy is young and I’m even younger and I promise you will not have to feel that way about me for a very, very long time.”

“How long?”

“How about fifty years?”

“Fifty years? That’s forever,” she said.

“I’ll give you fifty years if I can be your mom and you stop picking on Zepp. Deal?”

“Okay. I’m sorry I made him cry.”

“I’m not the one that needs an apology,” you said. “Now do you want stay in here all by yourself or do you want to come play with us?”

“I can play?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” you said. You got up and carried her down on your back, setting her down to let her run off out to the porch. Jensen got up from his seat and held up a finger, ducking back inside to where you were.

“That’s what I like to see,” he said as she gave Zeppelin a hug and he handed her a car.

“I did have to promise not to die for fifty years.”

“Fifty? You got off easy. I had to promise a hundred after the accident,” he chuckled. “I should have noticed she was scared.”

“I have more experience being a scared little girl than you do. I got experience with letting people get close again too,” you said.

“How’s that working out for ya?” he smirked.

“He’s lucky he’s hot,” you said. He threw his arm over your shoulders and grinned. “Do you want to get married in the fall?”

“This fall?” he asked.

“Can we pull it off that fast?” you asked.

“Yeah. We don’t have to book a venue which is the hardest part. I don’t see why not. What’s the rush?” he asked.

“It’s easier to adopt them if we’re married,” you said. “I don’t really want to wait longer than we have to if that’s alright.”

“I’d say let’s go drive down to city hall and get a justice of the peace right now if I knew my mother wouldn’t kill me for it. How about I call up the lawyer and ask him to start prepping the paperwork as if we already were so it’s all set to go,” he said.

“You have a lawyer?” you asked. “They’d do that?”

“Y/N, honey. My taxes alone frighten me not to mention I own a business with employees and what qualifies as a business write off still confuses me and wait you don’t have a lawyer for your book deal?”

“Should I have one?”

“Greg is your lawyer now,” he said. “He’s good. He’ll do all the paperwork for us.”

“Oh good cause all the forms online were confusing the hell out of me,” you said. He shook his head and pulled you in close.

“Silly goose,” he said, a loud boom of thunder shaking the house. “Let’s get the crew inside before it pours.”

“Who wants to build a fort?” you asked that afternoon. JJ jumped up and down on the couch and Jensen walked in with an arm full of blankets and sheets. Three little hands shot up and Jensen lazily tossed the blankets on the couch, covering the three of them.

“Hm, where’d those three munchkins run off to…” he said, Arrow ducking her head out first, hair all in her face. Jensen giggled and she rolled her eyes, the other two climbing out. “Alright. I’m gonna grab clothes pins and a few more things. You guys start designing.”

You stood back and let JJ organize, figuring out her first choice of blanket for a roof was too small. Jensen returned with a bag of clips, some twine and the step ladder, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“How they doing?” he whispered.

“Picking out the roof,” you said, Arrow rushing over and grabbing his hand as Zeppelin climbed on JJ’s back and held up a sheet over the two of them with one hand. You smirked and she let out another eye roll.

“Daddy, can you pick up Zeppy so then he can put the blankie up? I told them they’re too small,” she said.

“Sure,” he said. “Tell me where you want it to go.”

Twenty minutes later the family room was covered with sheets, tied off to the stairs, chairs, the ceiling fan after Jensen broke out the larger ladder to get up there and assured you it wouldn’t bring the whole thing crashing down.

“Can we sleep in here tonight?” asked JJ.

“I don’t see why not,” you said. “There’s plenty of room on the couch. We’ll bring down your comforters when it’s bedtime,” you said.

“Can we watch Cars?” asked Zeppelin, glancing at JJ.

“Okay,” she said. She gave him a hug and picked him up, Jensen smiling to himself as he looked on.

“Can we get pizza for dinner like a real sleepover?” asked Arrow.

“We did cook up all the chicken at lunch,” you said, giving Jensen a side eye.

“Yeah we’ll get one,” he said. “Why don’t you turn on your movie okay? We’ll be right there.”

You let Jensen pull you into the kitchen, smirking as he picked you up and sat you on the counter.

“Seems like today’s crisis has been averted,” you said.

“I’m sure they’ll go back to tormenting each other tomorrow but I’ll take it,” he said, reaching into the drawer next to you, pulling out a menu. “So. You interested in pizza?”

“Oh that looks interesting,” you said, taking the pamphlet out of his hand and tapping at a special. “One cheese, one speciality, boneless wings and garlic bread? My little carb loving heart is in love.”

“She’s not the only one,” he said, leaning up on his tip toes and kissing you.

“Are you coming?” groaned JJ from in the fort. You shook your head and Jensen kissed your neck, even nibbling before he pulled back. You smacked his chest and he set the menu down, giving you a wink.

“We’re coming in right now. Don’t wait for us kiddo.”

You woke up sweating, Jensen shushing you, arms wrapped around you. You took a deep breath and caught the clock said it was almost three. You turned in his arms and buried your head in his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“You’re okay. Bad dream is all,” he said softly. You nodded and started to relax, flinching when there was more thunder. “Hey, it’s okay. Nothing’s gonna get ya.”

The thunder shook the house and you tensed up. Jensen pulled the covers over both your heads and you crammed in as close as humanly possible when more thunder hit.

“Honey look at me. Please look at me.” You lifted your head and saw a horrible face in front of you, a scream ripping out of your throat.

“Y/N,” you heard as you woke up absolutely drenched, Jensen’s hands on your face. “Honey, talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“Night terror,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, JJ used to have them. I didn’t know adults could get them,” he said.

“Can I have a cold washcloth? And some water?” you asked. He got out of bed and padded into the bathroom in his boxers, settling back into bed and handing you the water. You drank it down while he wiped off your face and neck, running it over your head. “Thanks.”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mostly feel embarrassed.” He frowned and you put the glass on your nightstand, staring down at your sweaty shirt.

“Should I call Ray?”

“It was a stupid nightmare. I’m fine,” you said.

“You were sat up eyes wide open and talking and shouting and I couldn’t wake you up,” he said. “I know adults really shouldn’t be getting night terrors so maybe something triggered you or something during the day.”

“I know my triggers and I know when it’s just a stupid nightmare. Back off,” you said. You got out from under the hot covers and went outside to the balcony, the air nice and cool from the storm earlier. The slide of the door was loud in the the quiet and you rubbed your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve seen you have nightmares. That was a lot worse,” he said.

“I thought I saw someone watching the house earlier.”

“What?”

“It was the neighbor’s kid, the teenager. It was his friend and he came over late but I thought...it freaked me out. That on top of thinking about the fact my father is not rotting in a jail cell most likely sent me over the edge,” you said. He walked in front of you, resting his hands on your arms. “I’m okay. Needed some air was all.”

“Alright. Tell me if something like that happens again?” he asked. You hummed and he gave you a kiss. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s head on back to bed.”

“What do you mean?” you growled into the phone the next evening. Jensen lifted his head from his book in the family room and you walked away, stepping out to the private patio area on the side of the house. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s been fifteen years. He has every legal right to be in the country.”

“In the country! He got an apartment seven minutes from where I live!” you said. “I have little kids here, Finn. Tell me there’s something I can do.”

“I can get a restraining order-”

“That doesn’t mean shit to him. I need him fucking deported. I need him gone.”

“Y/N, you know me. I have never agreed to it but he paid his debt as it was assigned and he quietly followed the law. He did what he was supposed to and I’m sorry but until he does something, I can’t do anything besides help you and your fiance’s family get a restraining order.”

“So until he does something horrible again, I can’t do anything about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No Finn. I appreciate the heads up but...I have to go.”

You hung up and squeezed your phone tight. He knew where you lived. He was minutes away and there was absolutely zero help until something went wrong. You sat on a bench and bounced your leg. Nothing could go wrong. You couldn’t let anything go wrong. Who knew what the son of a bitch would do to any one of them.

You stopped bouncing your leg just as you heard the door open. You lifted your head and stood, spinning around to Jensen standing there.

“Everything alright?”

“Actually no.”

“Who was on the phone?”

“My ex,” you said, swallowing. You crossed your arms and thought of the things Jensen had told you about acting and getting in character and all that. You were gonna destroy him. Fuck you were going to end up shattering him into a thousand pieces he’d never put back together.

You couldn’t really lie just to keep them away from him, could you?

You saw Arrow run past in the house and made your face hard. Broken heart but safe kids was worth it.

“I thought you didn’t talk to him anymore,” said Jensen. You turned up your chin and he smiled. “You are the worst actress in the world. Who was it really?”

“I think we’re moving too fast and I want to take a break and I would appreciate it if you gave me my space to figure this out on my own.”

“Uh, what?” he said. You brushed past him and he followed you in, all the way up to your bedroom. You got out a bag and he flipped it shut. “What the hell is going on? Who was on the phone?”

“My boyfriend,” you said. He stared at you and you sighed. “You’re a great guy but I’m sorry. I can’t do the house and kids thing. I want to go see the world and not be tied down and you’re just...you’re too damn old for me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe you should have trusted your first instincts when you saw me and Doug,” you said. He stared at you while you shoved some clothes in a bag. You slung it over your shoulder and he caught the backside of it. You took off your ring and put it on the table by the door, Jensen dropping his hand. “I just can’t do this anymore. It wasn’t you. I’m sorry. I really need to go.”

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A/N: Read Part 16 here!

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