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abbyshands · 3 months

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abby drabbles for vday <3

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a/n; hey, all, happy valentine’s :) i was originally gonna have a fic for this but i was only able to do a few drabbles today &&& i don’t like any of them but it’s fine. also, woeeefully i have carpal tunnel, so with that and me needing to focus more on speaking out on palestine, fics will be more inconsistent (dw btw i am very much fine, just need to rest my hands <3 [which i obv did not do when i wrote all of these so quickly!])

♡ INCLUDES: sub!cam girl!abby bench pressing w/a vibe between her legs, dom!rival prosecutor!abby fucking you in her office, sub!football abby x dom!nerdy!reader

P.S.; please keep in mind that palestine is very much still bleeding. please look at the below links to learn of ways that you can help the people in gaza, and how you can learn more about this ongoing issue overall. please don't stay in the dark about this: like each post, reblog them, etc. if you like my work, then i am asking, demanding you to take the side that i'm on. free 🇵🇸, always.

LINKS: ways you can help | 🇵🇸 masterpost | MORE ways you can help I places to boycott, and families you can help escape | learn more

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a/n; ib by this post! <3

♡ imagine cam girl!abby, 185 pound barbell in her veiny hands as she pumps the load up and down, muscles flexing under the pressure. her face is red, body slick with sweat as her figure caves. you’re looking at her from the end of the bench, poised between her legs as you watch her workout. you crank the setting of the vibrator up for a third time, feeling your own heat build up as you listen to her whine and whimper. “come on, baby. just a few more reps for me, you got it,” you coo, knowing how close she is, hands weakening as the pleasure bubbling up in her core battles to take control. her filming camera’s in your hands, the one she used to go live and make videos with on a daily basis. you pan it to the wet spot that’s visible on her gym shorts, the smirk on your lips widening as the view nearly makes you drool. “look at her. so pretty like this, such a desperate girl,” you whisper more to yourself than to abby, earning a whorish whine from her lips as she pushes the bar above her head again and again. “mmm, s’that feel good, baby?” you coo as you bring a finger up to rub her over her soaked bottoms. abby’s face scrunches as she throws you a bit of an attitude. “y- you know it does,” she nearly snapped at you, and you can’t help but laugh. “hear that? she’s getting bratty with me,” you say, making sure to zoom in on her shaking legs as you give her thigh a small slap, earning a yelp from abby. you know full well her fans are going to go wild for this video, perhaps even more than you. when abby finishes her reps, body too weak to go on, you prop the camera up beside yourselves and place your hands on the sides of abby’s thighs. “good girl. did so well for me, didn’t you?” you ask, the only other noise being the buzzing of the vibe and the sound of abby’s little whimpers. “y- yes, ma’am, i did. n- now please let me cum,” she begs, and you feel merciful. you crank the vibe to the highest setting, and apply more pressure to her pussy with your fingers. you thumb her clit in circles, and watch as abby’s abdomen begins to tense. you push her shorts out of the way for better access, and remove the vibe to pump your index and ring into her soaked pussy, fingering her like a fucking pro. “f- fuck, so close, please, don’t stop,” she whines, and it’s not long before you’ve got the cam girl drenching your fingers in her cum, hips bucking for both you and the camera as it captures every little second <3

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♡ imagine rival prosecutor!abby, who you just won a huge case to, grabbing you by the wrist the second she could, and yanking you into her office. she was bending you over her desk at a rapid speed like she had so many times in the past, forcing you to take the seven inch strap that’s considerably a part of her at this point. “fucking whore. always fucking up my cases. let me show you how that, fuck,” she says as she thrust into you, deep, “fucking feels.” you only get to feel her when you make her lose a case, being the only way she can properly get her anger out. sometimes, you almost want to lose your cases on purpose. “well, maybe you should do your job better,” you challenge her, and, god, she does not like that. she grabs you by the neck as she pounds into you from behind, thick fingers digging marks into your skin. “don’t talk to me like that,” abby remarks as she pushes herself as deep inside you as she can possibly go. she’s so down and dirty with you, using your body like a toy, then discarding you until the next time she loses a case. “f- fuck, a- abby,” she’s got you stuttering soon enough, brain foggy with your own arousal. abby quickens her pace the second she can feel you getting closer to your high, chuckling. “yeah, you like that, huh? get so cockdrunk off this dick every time,” abby grunted. when your moans get too loud to the point where she thinks you’ll make the whole office hear, her large hand covers your lips, muffling those sweet, little noises. “shhh, shhh, baby. you’re my whore, mine alone. don’t want anyone else to hear those cute moans of yours,” she teases. soon enough, she’s got you soaking her cock in your cum, a whiny mewl of her name muffled by the hold she has on your lips. once you’re finished, she very briefly cleaned you up. but then, once she was done, negligence. “abby—“ you begin, ready to beg her for a little more of her attention. but she cuts you short. “none of that. you know this, sweetheart. i’ll fuck you when i lose.”

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a/n; very much inspired by this :3

♡ imagine sub!football!abby (x nerdy!reader) winning the last game of her season. there’s an after party, of course there is, but the buff girl who’s dominant in every aspect of her life, almost, can’t resist spending some time with her girlfriend first. “yeah, honey. played so well for me, didn’t you?” you coo as abby grinds her pussy desperately into your body, your hands digging into her hips. abby’s gorgeous nipples are bouncing up and down before you, perfect, and you make sure to take one of them into your mouth whenever one’s close enough to your face. “mmm, f- fuck, i did, baby, i did,” she moans, voice needy as she thrusts her naked body into your own. the friction she feels from the denim material of your jeans drives her crazy, rubbing up on her clit in the best way possible. your glasses fog up each time you pull her down for a sloppy, wet kiss, tongue dancing with hers as she grinds her pussy into you, desperate. “such a good girl. that’s it, reward yourself, baby,” you encourage her as she goes on, rutting herself into you. she moans as your pants brush up on her clit, burying her face into your neck to bite it, stifling the whiny moans falling from her lips. your hands grab her ass, gripping it as she pushes herself against you as hard as she could. “f- fuck, i love you so much, love you so much,” abby lets out in a whiny moan, easily making you smile. when you’ve got her on the brink, you take one of her breasts into your mouth, tongue swirling skillfully around her nipple. you give her a few small slaps on the ass as she chases her high, cumming all over your jeans in the end. you smile as you cup her reddened cheek, kissing the tip of her nose as she panted out heavily above you. “there’s my football star.”

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vipwinnie · 7 months

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New boy

Mattheo Riddle x reader

Summary:a new boy arrives at hogwarts, he hits on you and mattheo is jealous

You waited with your arms crossed sitting on a bench in the hall. It all started last week when Dumbledore summoned him to his office. This day Dumbledore announces the arrival of a new student. He therefore offers you to be his tutor during his integration. A proposal that you will accept. So this is how you find yourself here waiting for this new student. You were still in thought when the doors opened to reveal an unfamiliar face. He had neatly styled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, He was of average height, with an athletic build. He confidently enters the entrance hall, immediately attracting the attention of some students. He was followed closely by Professor Snape. Professor Snape beckons you to come closer. “Do you know why you are here,” he asked me in a serious tone. You nod. "This is Justin. Help him integrate and get his bearings at school." And he leaves you alone with the boy. “Hi, my name is Y/N,” you introduce yourself, wanting to make yourself friendly. But there only you in return was silence. Deciding to end this awkward moment, you continue “well I’ll show you around the school then” forcing a slight smile on you. "Hi beauty, my name is Justin, and I can't help but notice how lucky I was to come across a girl as beautiful as you" he replied with a little satisfied smile. “Um, thanks, I guess. But you know, bold compliments aren't really my cup of tea. " Ah really ? I thought you'd be flattered by the attention from a guy like me.

“Excuse me, but I'm not really interested in guys who are arrogant. I like people who are authentic and respectful.” “Haha, you look cute when you try to resist me. But let me tell you something, I’m the type of guy who always gets what he wants.” “Look, you can keep your arrogant attitude to yourself.” “I see you don’t appreciate my charm. But believe me, once you have tasted my company, you will never be able to do without me.” “Sorry, Justin, but I'm not interested in someone who thinks the world revolves around them. I prefer someone who knows how to listen and respect others.” “You know, you're missing out on something amazing by refusing to give me a chance. “I think you’re wrong, Justin. A person's worth is not measured by their arrogance, but by their kindness and respect towards others. I'm sorry, but I can't continue this conversation. So if you want to get a guided tour of this school, you'll have to keep quiet. “As you wish, but know that you are missing out on an incredible opportunity. “

Despite Justin's attitude, you remain professional and dedicated to his task as a tutor. You showed him the different classrooms, explained the school rules to him patiently and helped him navigate the complexity of the timetable.

That same evening you hurry back to the dormitories, impatient to find your boyfriend Matteho, and to finally be able to rest. When you enter your room, mattheo was already waiting for you, arms crossed lying on your bed. You then move me towards your bed, then lie down on it. And Mattheo came to surround her with his arms, his body pressing against yours. And his head resting in the crook of your neck.

" How was your day my love ? he asked you. “do you remember when I told you that there was going to be a new one and that I was going to have to be his tutor ? Well he arrived today” you said with a sigh. “Wait what? he said, referring to his head as a coup d’état. “You are the tutor of a new boy,” he said, finding it hard to believe. "Well, he arrived today and he needs help adjusting to our school." I guess they thought I was best suited to help him. do you continue He was now looking straight at you, wearing a frustrated and upset face. “But why you specifically? Don't you have enough things to do already? “Honey, calm down. It's just an added responsibility, nothing more. You know that I like to help others and I can't refuse when someone asks me for help. “I know you're kind and caring, but it makes me a little jealous to think you're going to spend time with this new boy. What will happen during these tutoring sessions?"“Don’t worry, it’s just tutoring. We'll just work on his homework and help him catch up. There’s nothing romantic about it.” you would never dare tell the fact that Justin had hit on you, you would not dare imagine the damage Matteo would do if he found out about it. So you lied to him, hoping that Justin had now given up on the idea of hitting on you. “I know it's not romantic, but I can't help but feel a little threatened. I care about you and I’m afraid you’ll get closer to him.” he said, then sighing in turn. “My love, you have no reason to be jealous. You are the most important person in my life and no one can change that. I'm just here to help this boy fit in and succeed in school. Nothing more." you said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. To which he responded with a long, languorous kiss and his hands resting on your ass.

The next morning you head to the hall where you were supposed to meet just to accompany him to his potions class. Justin was already waiting for you, leaning against a wall, a big arrogant smile on his lips.

“Hey! How do we meet up? “ he said to you “You are really beautiful, I can’t help but be attracted to you.” “Thank you, that’s nice of you. But once again I'll tell you again: I'm not interested, I'm already in a relationship. “Oh, I don’t mind. Your boyfriend will never know. We could have a good time together.” “No, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested. I am happy in my current relationship and I don’t want to cheat on my boyfriend.” “Come on, don’t be so uptight. We could have fun, no one will know.” “I'm really sorry, but I'm not going to change my mind. It’s important for me to respect my relationship and myself.” “You don’t understand, I’m really interested in you. I’ll wait for you after class and convince you to go out with me.” “Look, I don’t want to be forced to do something I don’t want to. It’s inappropriate and disrespectful of you to continue to insist.” “You're ruining everything by being so closed-minded. You don’t know what you’re missing by refusing to go out with me.” “I'm sorry, but I'm not interested and I won't change my mind. I ask you to respect my decision and leave me alone.” “Ugh, you don’t deserve someone like me anyway. Good luck with your boring boyfriend.” “I prefer someone who respects my boundaries and treats me with respect. Good day." you finish before quickly turning on your heels to leave very quickly and very far from Justin.

But unfortunately, what you didn't know is that curious little heads couldn't help but listen to this discussion.

You were in the bookstore revising one of your tests when a Pansy came running and panting into the bookstore.

She came up to you and said: “For pity’s sake I don’t know what’s going on with Justin but your dear boyfriend is beating the shit out of him downstairs in the hall. “

It doesn't take much for you to run towards the hall.

Arriving downstairs the tension was palpable in the air as Mattheo stood in front of Justin, his fists clenched. Graham had dared to flirt with Mattheo's girlfriend, and it had reached the point of no return.

Mattheo, filled with seething fury, could no longer hold back. He lunged at Justin with determined force. The blows began to rain down, each blow carrying the anger and frustration that Mattheo felt.

Justin tried to fight back, but Mattheo was determined to defend his girlfriend's honor. He skillfully dodged Justin's blows and responded with devastating precision.

The crowd had gathered around them, watching the fight with fascination mixed with concern. He was driven by an indomitable energy, drawing on his rage to give the best of himself.

As the minutes passed, it was evident that Mattheo was gaining the advantage. His blows were more powerful, more precise, while Justin showed signs of exhaustion. It was clear that Mattheo was determined to win this battle. Finally, Mattheo delivers one last powerful blow that sends Justin reeling. He collapsed to the ground, out of breath and defeated. Mattheo stood above him, victorious, but not satisfied. He had defended his girlfriend's honor, but the violence of the situation left him with a bitter taste. “Oh my God, Mattheo, what happened? “ you say stressed “It’s not my fault he just had to stop flirting, I couldn’t contain myself when I heard that. Draco and Blaise heard him flirting with you yesterday. So I had to say two words to him, and things escalated,” he said. “Oh my love, I can't believe you fought because of me. “ you continued “Don't worry, I have a few scratches, but nothing serious. I just couldn’t stand to see someone flirting with what's mine.” “I’m touched that you fought and I know you want to defend me but there was no obligation to beat him in front of everyone.” “He didn’t want to understand that you were taken, so I made sure that now everyone knew,” he said with a mischievous smile. Ohhh you didn't know what you were going to do with him, you thought ironically. You then placed a sweet kiss on his mouth as a reward.

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darkstar225 · 6 months

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Spider-Girl gets heatstroke ft Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff

The sun bore down mercilessly on the city, amplifying the already stifling heat. Y/N Parker, also known as Spider-Girl, swung through the crowded urban landscape, her agile form navigating effortlessly between towering buildings. The snug superhero suit clung to her like a second skin, offering little reprieve from the oppressive warmth.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, followed closely behind. The three made an unlikely but formidable team, each contributing their unique skills to the cause. Today's mission had brought them into the heart of the city, where the scorching heat seemed to amplify with every passing minute.

As they reached the rooftop where their target was supposed to be, Y/N's movements started to slow. The heat had become an almost tangible force, sapping her strength and leaving her feeling sluggish. Wanda exchanged a concerned look with Natasha, both recognizing the toll the weather was taking on their youngest teammate. Natasha was the first to say something about it over the comms.

Natasha - Kiddo, we need to take a break. It's too hot up here.

Y/N hesitated, her hand gripping the edge of the building for support.

Y/N - I'm fine!

Insisted the adolescent as her voice strained.

Wanda moved closer, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - You need to take care of yourself. This heat is dangerous. *frowns*

But Y/N, ever the stubborn teenager, shook her head.

Y/N - I can handle it. Let's finish this.

Natasha sighed, sharing a worried glance with Wanda. They pressed on, but it wasn't long before Y/N's movements became more laboured. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breaths were audible over the comms.

Wanda - We need to get her out of here.

The Scarlet Witch urged, her concern deepening.

Natasha grabbed Y/N's arm.

Natasha - Come on, baby. We're calling it a day.

Y/N resisted.

Y/N - No, I can't let them—

Wanda cut in, her voice firm.

Wanda - Your health is more important. The mission can wait.

Reluctantly, Y/N allowed herself to be guided away from the edge of the building. The trio found a shaded spot, but Y/N was insistent on finishing the mission even if she was already swaying slightly.

Y/N - I just need a moment...

Natasha - You need more than a moment. You need water and rest. *crosses her arms*

Y/N's stubbornness flared, and she pushed herself up.

Y/N - I can't let them get away. I can—

Her words were slurred, and her vision blurred. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees, the world spinning around her. Wanda and Natasha exchanged alarmed glances.

Wanda - Y/N!

Wanda cried out, rushing to her side.

Natasha activated her comm.

Natasha - We need an evac. Now.

Y/N tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt like lead. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was Wanda's worried voice calling her name.

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When Y/N opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The low hum of the quinjet's engines filled the air. She was lying on one of the benches, and her suit had been partially removed.

Y/N - Wanda? Natasha?

She croaked.

The two women appeared at her side, relief was evident in their eyes.

Natasha - You fainted detka, heatstroke.

Explained the Black Widow, her voice a mix of sternness and concern.

Y/N groaned, remembering the mission.

Y/N - Did we catch them?

Wanda smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face.

Wanda - Yes, we did. But you scared us. You need to take better care of yourself, honey.

Y/N mumbled an apology, attempting to sit up. Natasha pressed her back down as she spoke firmly about their order.

Natasha - Rest, we'll be back at headquarters soon.

Wanda held a bottle of water to Y/N's lips, urging her to drink. The cool liquid was a balm for her parched throat. As Y/N sipped the water, Natasha began removing the rest of her suit to help her cool down.

Y/N - I can do that myself.

Protested the youngest weakly.

Wanda - You're in no condition to argue, my dear. *chuckles*

They worked efficiently, and the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and genuine concern. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two women who had become her teammates and, in many ways, her surrogate family and mothers, in their own way.

Once out of the stifling suit, Y/N felt a wave of relief. The cool air of the quinjet was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Wanda conjured a soft breeze, further easing Y/N's discomfort.

Natasha - You scared us back there, sweetheart.

Natasha admitted, her eyes intense.

Y/N - I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish the mission. *sighs*

Wanda placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - There will always be another mission. But you only have one health and body for us to kiss, hug and give tickles. Don't jeopardize it for the sake of a mission. *tickles Y/N*

Y/N - Stopp- *giggling*

Natasha - Let her rest Wanda. It's okay lovebug *kisses forehead*

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the hum of the quinjet providing a backdrop to their thoughts. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest, knowing that she was in capable hands.

As the quinjet touched down at headquarters, Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N to her feet. She felt a little unsteady, but the support from her motherly teammates kept her upright.

Natasha - Promise us you'll take better care of yourself, babygirl.

Natasha said with her tone meaning business.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

Y/N - I promise, moms.

Wanda grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Wanda - And if you don't, we might have to resort to more drastic measures.

Y/N - Like what? *raises an eyebrow*

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously saying: Mama bear's voice, the head-tilt and the raised eyebrow.

Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quinjet. As they exited the aircraft, a trio of superheroes ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds forged not just in battle but in the quiet moments of care and concern.

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handmade-witch · 2 months

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Is It Over Now...? Part 2

Pairing: Toxic!Mattheo x fem!Reader

Hogwarts University!AU

Warnings: cursing, substance use (alcohol and marijuana), cheating ((please lmk if I missed any))

Read Part 1 here

[[AN: thank you for the notes and support on part 1!! 💓💓 if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series send me a message or leave a comment. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! 🥰]]

🎶 Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters 🎶

"I can't believe you took him back after he kissed some other chick."

You and Pansy sat in the library, surrounded by textbooks and takeout coffee cups. Your eyes flick up from your book to glare at Pansy. "*She* kissed *him*." You asserted.

"Sure," she muttered under her breath, sipping her coffee.

"He said it was a mistake."

"I'm not arguing with him there." She says flatly, rolling her eyes.

You felt your irritation build. "He's not like that anymore, Pansy." You snapped at your friend.

Her eyes were piercing and fierce, but hidden in her stare was a softness that told you she was coming from a place of care and concern. "But he was. I just don't want you to forget that."

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The incident at the party and the conversation with Pansy was three weeks ago. Since then things with Mattheo settled back into a comfortable normalcy.

After class one day, you exited the psychology building with Luna and Pansy and your eyes fall on a familar pair of brown eyes sitting on a bench in the shade.

"We'll see you guys at dinner!" You bid your goodbyes to them before skipping over to Mattheo.

"Well hello there, handsome." You grin, leaning down to peck his lips.

He holds up one of two takeout coffe cups in his hands. "One iced vanilla latte for my favorite girl." He smirks at you, eyes gazing at you with soft fondness.

He stands and kisses you again, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. With your coffee in one hand and Mattheo's hand in the other, the two of you begin your walk across campus.

"How was your day?" You ask, swinging your hands between the two of you.

"Dreadfully boring." He complained. He gave your hand a soft squeeze, "Better now that I can see you."

"You're such a suck up." You snort.

"Only because I'm crazy for you." He bats his eyelashes at you flirtatiously. You roll your eyes playfully at him. He lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I love you," he whispers into your hair.

"I love you too."

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Later that night, your group of friends sat in the common room, lounging on a variety of furniture so that they could wind down from their day. You sat with your legs thrown over Mattheo's lap, your cheek resting against his shoulder. You let out an involuntary yawn, feeling exhausted after a long day of classes. Mattheo's arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you securely against him and tracing gentle patterns on your arm. The gesture was soothing and relaxing. The topic of conversation shifted to plans for the upcoming weekend.

"Babe, you comin' to the party this weekend? I think it's Ravenclaw house." Mattheo cranes his head to look at you.

You shake your head. "Nope. It's girls night."

"Fuck yeah girls night!" Pansy pumps her fist from where she sits across from you, illiciting a soft snort from you.

"Aww," Mattheo pretends to pout, "it won't be as fun without you there." He gives you a soft squeeze.

"I think you'll survive." You tease, reaching up to pat his cheek.

"You look tired." He says with a teasing tone and slight smirk.

"What makes you-" you interupt yourself with an involuntary yawn, "say that?"

"Wanna head up for the night?"

You nod sleepily, sliding you legs off of Mattheo's lap. The two of you bid goodbye to your friends and head to your room.

Mattheo flops on your bed with an exaggerated groan. You shake your head, smiling softly at him, digging through your drawers for some more comfortable clothes. You disappear to the bathroom for a couple minutes and emerge wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a band t-shirt you had stolen from Mattheo.

"God, you're gorgeous." Mattheo says from his spot on the bed, propped up on his elbows. His dark brown eyes seem to sparkle as they take in your form standing in front of him.

You feel heat rising to your cheeks and your fingers play with the hem of your shirt. "Oh, thank you." You avert your eyes from him, blushing furiously.

Mattheo sits up further, "Oh c'mon don't go shy on me now." He beckons you over to him. When you're close enough he wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into him. He rests his chin on your stomach, looking at you with a loving gaze. Your hands naturally find themselves tangling into his curly hair.

With a quick motion, he pulls you onto the bed on top of him. You let out a startled yelp as you land on top of Mattheo. He grabs your face, pressing soft kisses all over it. You burst into a fit of giggles. He just grins at you while you struggle to stop laughing.

He lets go of you only for a moment to climb under the bed covers, beckoning for you to join him. He pulls you close to him, bending his head to rest his forehead against yours. You close your eyes sleepily, feeling the beat of Mattheo's heart through his chest. He tilts his head to press a kiss to your forehead. "You're so wonderful. I love you so much." He whispers against your hairline.

You eyes stay closed but you smile, snuggling deeper into his hold. "I love you too, Mattheo." In the warmth of his embrace, you find yourself easily drifting off to sleep.

Your dreams were filled with Mattheo. His eyes, his smile, his voice, his laugh, his kiss, his touch. And as you lie there next to him, wrapped in his arms, your heart feels warm and happy.

•••

On Saturday, armed with alcoholic beverages and a variety if snacks, you make your way to Pansy's dorm room.

"Let's get this party started." You sing as you burst into the room. Daphne is lounging on the bed and Luna and Pansy are sat on the floor. An episode of tashy reality television is playing on the TV. Not long after you arrive, Hermione and Ginny also make their way to the girls night. The six of you get wine drunk and do face masks and eat a little too much junk food.

"Fuck, marry, kill: Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall." Hermione giggles as she poses the question to the group.

"Oh definetly marry McGonagall. That woman would treat me right." Ginny declares. "Then I would fuck Dumbledore and kill Snape."

"Oh c'mon Snape is not that bad." Pansy whines.

"You're just saying that because he's your teacher crush." You tease. Pansy sticks her tongue out at you. "I would marry Snape, fuck McGonagall, and kill Dumbledore," she lists off.

"I'd say marry McGonagall, fuck Snape, and kill Dumbledore." Daphne adds her list to the mix.

"What about fuck, marry, kill: Thestrals, Hippogriffs, and Puffskiens." Luna asks, her voice airy and light indicating her tipsy state.

"I mean have you seen a Puffskien's tongue?" You ask, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, eliciting a chorus of laughter.

As the conversation continues, you glance down when your phone lights up with a notification.

From Mattheo:

💬: 'Bout to head out. Have fun with the girls. I love you 💘'

You shoot off a quick response back:

💬: 'Have fun babe! Be safe~ I love you 🥰😘'

•••

The party at the Ravenclaw clubhouse was in full swing. Mattheo hadn't meant to get as drunk as he currently was. The night had started with him entering the party with the other Slytherin boys. He played beer pong with Blaise and they challenged a group of Gryffindors to a game of flip cup. He was enjoying a pleasant buzz and having a good time.

At some point, however, the drinks kept coming. It seemed as if Mattheo's cup was never empty. He lost track of his friends. At one point someone offered him a joint. Now he was collapsed on a couch, his head swimming in his current intoxocated state.

"Hey there," the girl said seductively as she stepped between his legs, "Where have you been?" She leans forward, over where he lounges on the sofa. Mattheo couldn't look anywhere but her breasts if he tried. She had placed herself right in his line of vision and her tight dress left little to the imagination.

"Been busy," he mumbled. Moving his lips to speak took a tremendous amount of effort in his current state.

She reached down, trailing her fingers over his thighs. Her touch made his skin tingle. Without thinking he reached out, placing his hands on the girl's hips. She seemed pleased by this. Reaching out she took a strand of his hair and twisted it in her fingers.

"Want some company tonight?" She purred in his ear. Mattheo's skin felt like it was on fire. 'She smells good.' He thought as she leaned close to whisper in his ear. And, not considering the potential consequences of his actions in his cross-faded state, he pulls her against him and lets her kiss him.

•••

You blinked awake, reaching over to check your phone. Luna was already awake and sat cross legged reading a book. Everyone else was still sleeping. You rubbed your eyes and when your brain registered what was on your screen your blood ran cold. You sat up so quickly that it startled Luna. You were already reaching over to shake Pansy awake, eyes still glued to the screen.

"Leave me alone." She grumbles sleepily. She rolls over, squinting her eyes at you. When she registers the look on your face, however, she sits up just as quickly as you had. "What's wrong." She demands.

You're at a loss for words and your hands shake as you hand the phone to her. You wrap your arms around your knees, hugging them to your chest.

"That fucking bastard." She exclaims furiously. She quickly snaps her mouth shut, realizing that everyone was still asleep, and handed the phone to Luna.

"Oh [Y/N]" she says sadly. She reaches out to rest her hand gently on your arm.

The message on your phone is from George Weasley. It reads:

💬: "I'm real sorry but thought you ought to know."

Attached is a photo of Mattheo with the same girl you had caught him kissing a month ago. The photo was dark and blurry but there was no question. Mattheo lounged on a couch. The girl sat in his lap. They were kissing. One of his hands was resting on her ass.

A month ago you had been seething rage, but now you just felt hollow. The tears slipped quietly down your cheeks and your eyes glazed over.

"God, I feel so stupid." You whisper.

•••

Mattheo groaned, his head pounding in his skull. He rolled over, unconsciously wrapping his arms around the figure sleeping next to him. He inhaled deeply, expecting to smell your shampoo. Through his haze he makes out the alcohol on his own breath but something is... different. His eyes open lazily. The person in his bed, he realizes, is not you.

The girl lying next to him was naked-- that wasn't a good sign. He fought against the fuzzy haze clouding his mind. And suddenly, fragmented memories of the night before came flodding back. His eyes widened.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." He chanted over and over to himself as he shook the girl awake.

"You have to leave. Now." He demanded, scrambling out of the bed. Searching the floor he found discarded clothes that he threw back at her.

"What the...?"

Mattheo looks at her, eyes wild, and points to the door. "I said leave." His tone was hostile.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She snapped back at him, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I have a girlfriend. You can't be here. This was a mistake." Mattheo ran his hand through his messy hair, trying to gain a semblance of composure.

Part 3 coming soon...

The girl grabbed her shoes. "Just saying, I don't think your gonna have a girlfriend for much longer." She exits the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

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#slytherin boys #Spotify #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #harry potter universe #theodore nott

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Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (The Epilogue)

Summary | A final visit to our favourite family.

Word Count | 1.6K

Chapter Warnings | Consumption of food, allusions to smut, brief talk of difficult pregnancy, family dynamics, lots of fluff & a little surprise for you in this.

Authors Note | Well, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but we made it! Trial & Error Season 2 is complete, which marks the end of the line for my favourite threesome and their family. I firstly wanted to say thank you to each & every one of you for continuing to support this story and me. I never dreamt that you would love these three as much as I love them, and I will always be eternally grateful to this story for helping me through some tough times this year. I hope you love this ending as much as I do, and if you, I'd love to hear from you. Please always feel like you can scream at me in my inbox, and reblogs & comments also really help. This isn't it from our fabulous threesome, I have one-shots and ideas to bring to life in the future, but for now, it's adios to Joel, Pretty Girl & Tommy. And, as always, If you want to support me, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

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The sun is warm but there is a slight breeze that crosses your skin, moves the long grass on the ground and rustles the trees. The summer has been hot, but it’s moving into time of year where it cools a little, isn’t so stifling that it makes you want to tear your skin off or spend all your time in an ice bath.

You smile, watching not one, but two young children, just after their second birthday’s, sit in the grass and play together. Twins. Two baby girls. Your heart is full. Your soul is full. Your family is complete in a way you never thought it would be. Sitting on the porch, mug of coffee in hand, you can see the broad expanse of a man walking towards you. The sun is blocking his features from view, framing him perfectly in light. You’d know that outline anywhere. Joel.

“How are my girls?” He smiles, bending down and placing one of his palms on the back of Ava’s head, the other hand holding one of the toys up for Addie to take hold of in her little hand.

He stands again, walking up onto the porch to where you’re sat. He dips to kiss your forehead, then, when you tilt your head to him, he presses a kiss to your lips too, “And how is my pretty girl?”

“I’m good,” You smile, snaking your hand around the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss, “Worked hard?” You ask once you’ve pulled away, letting him sit next to you on the porch bench.

“Can you not tell?” He chuckles, pulling the rag from his pocket to wipe his brow of sweat.

You put a palm on his thigh, looking back out onto the land you now call home. It’s vast, fields upon fields of open land. You can see the other house in the distance, the one Tommy and Joshua call home, the one that you spend half of your time in. It’s a pleasant walk between them, one you’ll take tomorrow morning, twins in arm. A ranch. Land bought when you’d found out you were pregnant again, this time with two babies, not one. It's further outside of the city, which you love. Peace and quiet and a wonderful place to raise your children. Joel and Tommy had worked hard throughout the nine months you’d carried Ava and Addie, taking contracting jobs wherever they could find them, squirrelling away enough money to build the life you have now. You’d offered the inheritance money from your parents who had passed away just before you’d met Tommy, which had built the two houses you all called home. Joel has insisted on sheep for the ranch, whilst Tommy had wanted cattle, so they’d compromised and gone with both.

You hadn’t thought that being the wife of two ranchers would have been something you’d enjoy, but you’d proved yourself wrong. You could take Joshua to school each morning and pick him up each afternoon, you could spend as much time as you wanted with your baby girls, you’d learnt to bake properly, and cook meals for everyone each evening. You would all sit together, eating and drinking into the evening, until you fell into one bed or the other, curled up next to Tommy or Joel, and sometimes even both of them, until you fell asleep and started all over again the next morning. It was the life you loved, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You can see Tommy walking from the other house, Joshua’s hand clutched in his own. He’d taken him out today, let him ride with him on his horse, mostly in an effort to tire him out because at six years old, he was starting to run rings around everyone with his energy.

You watch as they come into view, Joshua dropping Tommy’s hand when he recognises his baby sisters. He’s always been so gentle with them. He kneels down on the blanket with them, picking up some of the toys in his hands to start playing with them. He hands Ava a small wooden car, and Addie gets one that is slightly bigger that she can’t quite hold properly. He tries to get them to engage in a race but it’s relatively futile, they just giggle at him and wave their arms around.

You chuckle to yourself as Tommy heads up onto the porch too, he bends to give you a kiss similar to the way Joel had, but leans against the post that connects the porch to the roof that covers it, taking out his own rag to wipe his hands with. You’re about to open your mouth to ask if anyone is hungry, when the front door is ripped open and the newest addition to your family comes bounding out.

“Didn’t keel over and die today then, old man.”

You bite back a chuckle, as does Tommy, but Joel doesn’t seem to find it so funny.

“What have I told you about bein’ rude, Ellie?”

“I wasn’t being rude,” She shrugs, “I was just being observant.”

You think you hear him mutter something about her being a little shit under his breath, which of course is no better than her previous comment, but you let it lie, “Anyone hungry?” You ask.

Everyone agrees, so you push yourself up and head down the steps to pick up Addie. Joel follows behind, taking Ava in his arms, whilst holding his hand out for Joshua to take, walking everyone into Joel’s home, where the pot roast has been cooking for most of the day.

Ellie hadn’t really been planned. Once the twins had been born, you’d thought that was it. It had been a hard pregnancy, you’d struggled with sickness at first, and then at the sheer amount of extra weight you’d been carrying around. You’d swollen in places you didn’t even know you had, and spent that last month being as still as possible. With the way your relationship had changed, you’d agreed early on that the twins would be as much Joel’s children as they were Tommy’s, but whenever Joel watched you walk away to spend time with his brother, which he didn’t resent in any way, and you took the twins with you, that big ranch house felt awful lonely to him, with Sarah still being away at college.

He’d shocked you and Tommy when he’d sat you both down and mentioned adoption. Giving a home to someone who needed it. It had more rooms than he knew what to do with, space enough for another child. You don’t think you could have picked someone more perfect for him than Ellie. In some ways, she was the complete opposite of Sarah, but in others, they were very similar. She wasn’t ever going to be a replacement, Sarah still visited often, was still a huge part of everyone’s lives, but she kept him company in those lonely nights, made him laugh, kept him on his toes, and you loved her just as much as if she were your own. She was a love all of Joel's own.

Everyone takes their seat at the table, helps themselves to as much food as they want. Between mouthfuls of your own food, you help Addie eat, with Joel doing the same with Ava. Tommy is helping Joshua, who still doesn’t quite have the hang of how to properly cut things with his knife and fork, and Ellie is talking, mainly at Joel, about what she’d been doing that day. Its domesticity at its best. You and the two men you love with every fibre of your being, your children who you would lay down your life for, including Ellie. Everything you always wanted, all at the same time, no compromises.

You sit around the table for most of the evening. Ellie helps you put the twins to sleep upstairs when they start dropping off. She knows the dynamic of the family, you’d sat her down one day when Joel and Tommy were out working, fumbling over the words of how to explain exactly how things worked.

“So, they both love you, and you both love them?” She’d asked, mixing the batter for the cake you were making together, “Sounds cool,” She’s shrugged, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, “Just so long as I don’t ever have to hear what you and my old man get up to.”

You’d smiled, given her a hug, and promised to keep it down with Joel whenever you were there. It proved to be difficult, that man knowing how to make you cry out and scream whenever he got his hands on you.

Once Joshua has settled himself on the couch, resting quietly with the TV on in the background, and Ellie has gone to her room to read or whatever else it is she does up there, you reach next to you and take hold of Tommy’s hand. He clutches it right back, with Joel’s arm resting across your shoulders. You look up at Joel, who is smiling softly, with that glint in his eyes that tells you he’s dying to take you upstairs.

You look Tommy directly in the eye, “Together?” You ask, squeezing his hand.

“Together.”

And that’s how it is. That’s how it will always be. Some nights spent alone with your men, others spent sandwiched right between them as they take turns making you feel good, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you until you don’t know who you are or what day of the week it is. And then being able to snuggle into one of them, tonight you know it will be Joel, who will drape his arm over your waist and press his front as close to your back as is humanely possible, with Tommy clutching your hands from the front. Your two men, their girl, and the life you’d risked almost everything to have.

THE END.

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op fic recs

dont tell my professors.

A head pops up on the other side of Straw Hat; the last of the fading sunlight refracts off Roronoa’s earrings, winking at her. “Oh,” he says, sounding only mildly surprised to see her. “You’re here too.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

Roronoa grins. “Yeah. He does this.”

Nami props herself up a little higher on her already bruising elbow. Straw Hat’s got an arm wrapped around Roronoa, same as her, pinning him to his other side.

“Okay,” Nami says, feeling her third headache in as many hours beginning to creep up. “What is this?”

“How he sleeps, I guess. Been doing it since we started sailing together.”

“You’re joking.”

Roronoa shrugs.

“Well, how do we get him to let go?”

“Dunno. Haven’t figured that part out yet,” Roronoa says and then, because he’s no help at all, lays back down.

Sanji is carefully placing a cherry on top of the ice cream, his hands nimble, soft, almost—gentle. But all Zoro sees is the way the hems of his pants are still soaked in blood from an earlier skirmish with a marine ship, red seeping into the cracks on the floorboard, spattering across the kitchen floor in a slow drip, drip, drip.

Zoro stares, fascinated. He can’t bring himself to look away.

(Or, Zoro and Sanji—terrible monsters, in love)

“I don’t buy it,” Pete retorts. “Someone like you? Some cook from East Blue? You’re probably worth a couple hundred thousand bellies at best, maybe a million, if your captain’s somebody.”

Sanji tilts his head back so that it rests against the dirty wall behind him. He’s still upright, somehow, through sheer stubbornness or spite. He doesn’t look like someone who only has tonight left to live. In fact, he looks sharp. There’s no better word for it. His expression is still as peaceable as it has been since he arrived, but watching him is like watching a knife slide out of its sheath. He is, abruptly, dangerous. A tool made for cutting.

“If you knew where I’ve been, you would be terrified of me,” he says.

A catalogue of things stolen by, for, and from Princess Vivi of Alabasta with regards to a certain thief, as documented by her long-suffering captain of the guard.

“If you’re looking for Arlong, he’s inside,” she says, pointing at the monstrous building. Jinbe doesn’t look away from her, from the bruise over her eye. She can’t be older than thirteen or fourteen. Her fingers are worn red and raw. As he watches, a drop of blood drips to the ground.

A girl, with reddish hair and exhausted eyes and a ragged, forced smile, and it’s Koala but it’s not.

(Jinbe goes to check in on his brother, and finds some things that need to be set right.)

“Do you think you can bench press me?” Luffy asks, interrupting him in the middle of a crunch, and Zoro pauses and says, “yeah, sure.”

There’s a tightening feeling low in Shanks’ stomach as his gaze follows those long fingers wrap around the neck of the bottle, the candlelight lancing over a sharp cheekbone. Mihawk is terrifying before he is beautiful, but Shanks isn’t afraid of him, and Mihawk is so fucking pretty. The dim glow filtering in through the windows is beginning to tinge warm, reminding Shanks that they’re on borrowed time; he glances at the clock and decides. He reaches over before Mihawk can straighten and curls his fingers around the shell of his ear.

“Hey.”

Mihawk stills and looks at him from the corner of his eye, barely turning his head. The bottle is in his hand, and Shanks trails his fingers down Mihawk’s jaw to take the liquor from him and set it down on the table.

“Wanna bang?”

Sanji and Zoro have very different love languages.

Standards by taizi | nr, probably g | post-timeskip | gen, straw hats | 2.4k

"You aren't planning on bringing that boy in with you tomorrow night, are you? Our restaurant has certain standards."

(In which the Straw Hats set out to prove their captain meets certain standards; whether he likes it or not.)

Usopp gets his hands on a tattoo machine.

Soon after, he gets his hands all over his crew.

When they’re on the forecastle, with the helm just behind them and the figurehead casting them further in shadow, Usopp calls, “Raise the sails!”

Luffy’s gasp next to his ear is the best part of his entire day.

The sails unfold in a great rolling crash of canvas. Even the striped gaff swings out, catching the wind. The whole sloop gives a powerful lurch as if she’s eager to sprint out of port on the back of whatever gale blows along next.

And painted on the foresail, bold and bright and proud, is a grinning Jolly Roger in a yellow straw hat.

“That’s mine,” Luffy whispers, hushed and awed.

“Told you so,” Usopp says smugly.

Ever since he'd left home, people had not stopped asking Zoro about his accent.

Or, the reason Zoro was allowed to wander around alone in Wano.

He keeps moving forward at a steady pace, resisting the urge to run because how fucking embarrassing would that be, running because he missed them, and as he breaks through the treeline he shouts, “Oi, oi—what took you guys so long? It's been—”

And then he freezes, because yes, actually—something is very, very wrong.

The Sunny is anchored just off shore, close enough to see the deck but far enough away that the crew has had to take the Mini Merry to make land. Scattered across the beach in various stages of chaos—rolling around, yelling, fighting—are his crew but not his crew, so similar and yet so, so different. They look younger, fresher, and whatthefuck there, on the deck of the Sunny just peering over the railing, he catches a flash of green—his own green hair—

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts, and then immediately turns back around because no, actually, he does not want to deal with this.

It’s been a while since Sanji has gotten some action, which is the only reason why Zoro’s deplorable, barely-there attempt somehow works. Obviously.

Luffy looks again at the bitemarks that he left on Zoro’s wrist. Zoro’s usually hurt, one way or another. Sometimes it’s definitely been Luffy’s fault too, but the bitemarks feel different. They ain’t like normal bruises or cuts. There’s something about seeing the shape of his teeth in Zoro’s skin. Something about the colors, the slightly paler insides of Zoro’s wrists, and the blueness of his veins, and the dark pink color of where Luffy bit him.

Luffy unhinges his jaw and crams an entire breakfast ham down his throat. He chews reflectively a moment and then demands,

“Zoro, you wanna have a date tonight?”

Zoro answers by inhaling the rest of his orange juice through his nose and promptly spewing it everywhere.

“That a yes?”

Luffy and Zoro destroy a restaurant, end up lost, get in a bar fight with a bunch of pirates and go on their first date. Not necessarily in that order.

“Sanji! It’s lunchtime, right? Now? Soon? Now, right?”

His legs are tight around Sanji’s waist and his arms have come around Sanji’s chest and crossed, grabbing the opposite shoulders, the whole length of his chest pressed tight and close. Sanji can feel the vibration when he talks, the snap of the rubber resonating in his bones.

Luffy’s hair is tickling the back of his neck.

The whole thing is – it’s –

For a long second Sanji is frozen.

“Sanji?”

It feels –

(The Straw Hat Pirates set sail in the East Blue.)

If he gets caught stealing again, if he loses his other hand, he’ll never be a pirate. Never be anything besides a crippled beggar, pleading for scraps.

If he doesn’t steal, he’ll starve.

Despite the fluid nature of his ambition, Zoro himself rarely changes: principles, directions, appearance. And when he does, he makes sure it's under the heavy influence of both long-term irritation and a healthy dose of the nearest hard liquor.

Or, Zoro is trans, surgeries cost money, and there's little to no verified adult supervision in his life.

“God, again?!” Usopp looks down at Sanji who's sitting against a column and tilting his head back while pressing a tissue against his bleeding nose.

“Shu' ub,” Sanji growls. Or, he tries to. It sounds rather unimpressive.

“You're terrible,” Usopp says but he can't hold back the fond smile that's been blooming all over his face again and again ever since he's stepped foot on the Sunny after returning to Sabaody.

It's the big party after defeating Hody Jones. Usopp gets Sanji away from all the mermaids. (Honestly, Sanji, these nosebleeds are disgusting.)

#riko.txt #zolu #zosan #usosan #straw hat pirates #fic recs #mishanks #nami #crocodile #sanji #namivivi #jinbe #zoro

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hastyprovocateur · 1 year

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Girlfriend Abby Headcanons

Cw- mature content, mild sexual themes, fluff, SPOILERS FOR TLOU2!

● Abigail Anderson grew up as a guarded girl, her life and psyche got stunted in a way when she lost her father. She'd train day and night, leaving little room for recreation, pleasure and healing. It only worsened when revenge dragged her into further loss of her comrades and close friends.

● However, ever since she's found you and Lev, she's seen your smiles and found herself mirroring the happiness. You love her for being in your life and she's slowly accepting that love, directing more of it into herself. Feeling needed and cherished has allowed her another chance at life.

● She's grown fond of long hikes with you. Abby is no rogue but lately, she's gotten obsessed with grabbing your hand and disappearing for hours on end, only wanting you by her side. Whether rambling or silent, she will look at you every now and then, give an easy laugh. She'll show you sunsets and sunrises alike, staring at that lovely smile grow more radiant on your face. She would definitely officially ask you to be her life partner on one such early morning just as the sun rises.

"Babe, can you answer a biit faster... the cliff is making me nervous"

● The switch to living together would be quick. Abby's learnt the importance of time spent with her loved ones and will let you know that she won't be wasting much of it with you around. She secured a previously abandoned house with a secure electricity and water supply, steadily amping up the living spaces to make it more suitable for you and Lev. It was healing for her to do things more so out of love, even hanging up stupid signs and placing trinkets on tables. Her every thought involves spending time with you and Lev. It came to fruition when you all moved in.

"Is that a handmade home-is-where-the-heart-is sign, Abby?"

● She will build a basement gym and insist you join her everyday. No, she vehemently denies just looking for reasons to see you exercise in body hugging clothes. But you suspect otherwise as she spots you during bench press, insists on holding your thighs while you do sit ups, resting a hand on your back for one-arm rows and wanting to do twin pull ups. Her facade later falls off before you go shower when she comes for your sweaty, warm body fair and square.

"The only sets I did were tearing my eyes away from you"

● She maintains her military-like discipline. A tad to your chagrin but you adore her for it nonetheless. Plus, getting ordered around by Abby was one of your shrouded kinks. She monitored your food and water intake and acted as your stand-in alarm system since her body was organically wired to waking up at set times. If you didn't wake up with her, she'd carry you out of bed herself, change your clothes amid protests and make sure you don't get tardy for the day.

"Is this a house or THE FUCKING BARRACKS" you yell at her

● Quite literally rendered you useless at home since she insists on cooking, cleaning, driving and getting things in order. Will sneak into the shower to bathe you thoroughly, getting frisky per usual but will specifically request that you shampoo her hair with pine scented shampoo and braid them once they dry. She'd ask for massages, especially in her calves and shoulders after a long day. Abby would pull you into random cuddles throughout the day, asking you to stroke her head while you kiss and praise her.

"Tell me I'm a good mama bear"

"You're a good mama bear, Abby"

● Her car music CDs are stacked with her favourites: Deftones, Genitorturers, Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails and Velvet Acid Christ. She will make you her royal passenger princess. She will mentally note all the details you love and stack them in the glovebox, like the fruity car freshener, your fidget toys, lip balm, sunglasses, body mist, cup holder for your coffee and... well... a discreetly hidden vibrator and lube for date night.

"The car smells like 10 different things and I'm scared"

● Aside from no drinking or smoking, she will establish a swear jar system, especially with Lev around. She knows you can be foulmouthed and swears often herself but resolved to put an end to cursing in the Anderson household when she saw Lev catching on all too quickly. The 13 year old asking why you called Abby "big daddy" was the straw that broke the camel's back

● With help from her handy polaroid camera, Abby took to capturing every little moment. She'd let them develop and add them to an album, replete with particulars from the day. She didn't care if it was a big or small event, Abby would grow tender over a wholesome dinner with good food and tell both you and Lev to pose for her. Neither of you minded, you knew it was important for her.

"But Abby is not your father..."

"Oh no, honey..." you try to explain

"Say cheese"

"Nacho"

● She'd brought the camera to the bedroom as well, eyes heady with love mid-sex as she'd capture your face flushed with swollen lips, eyes damp and doe-like. Her large hand would cover your nipples as she captured you in the heat of the moment. A family photo with Lev took centrestage in the clear section of her wallet but more discreetly, your intimate photo hid in a slot just behind it. There were more in a tin box in her nightstand and you gave it a cursory glance everyday, smiling but never going through it.

● She'd become an even more voracious reader than before. Her choice stuck to action thrillers, picking Lee Child, David Baldacci and Tom Clancy. Nights consisted of her sitting up near the nightlamp on her side of the bed, you lying snug in the crook of her arm while her eyes ran over the lines, flipping pages. You tried to keep up but it just went by so quick, you made sure to ask for chapter updates in the morning and Abby would gladly fill you in.

● Ditto with films. She's a sucker for action, thriller movies like Predator, Matrix, Indiana Jones and Kill Bill. She also liked martial arts movies like Ip Man, Street Fighter, Enter the Dragon and Fist of Legend. She'd hoot at the fighting moves and dramatic villain reveals. You'd often lose track with all the rapid fight sequences and she'd patiently pause the DVD and explain the scene to you.

● She'd grown to love woodworking projects, especially since Lev could join her, with you weaving in and out of the duration of it with snacks and drinks. She liked the physical workout as well. You accidentally let slip in bed one night how you'd love to have a treehouse on the oak tree near your house and Abby swore to build it for you. She spent a whole summer at it, aided by you and Lev since being up on the tree made her jittery but not discouraged enough to stop. Lev, on the other hand, took to performing circus tricks on the branches to petrify the both of you.

"Do you think it would break if we have sex up there"

"I'd rather die than have sex in the treehouse"

● Abby carried sachets of puppy chow in her jeans to feed any doggo she might see on the streets, naturally, they'd happily trail her back to the house. You'd look at her sternly in the doorway, eyeing the puppy in her arms, licking and yipping, waiting for your approval. You wouldn't know if it's Abby's sad little pout or the adorable baby but you'd let them in anyway.

"I swear this is the last time, Abigail"

● Though you could competently defend yourself, were safer than before and stably settled. Abby wouldn't risk it for anything. She'd insist that both you and Lev stay trained so you could take on anything as a family if it were to come your way. Abby, being a deadshot with a crossbow, will keenly note your marksmanship. Your personal training sessions will be rigorous and serious once you get past how sexy it feels with her hands positioning your body, holding your forearm and guiding your aim to the target.

"If you hit it, I'll let you top tonight"

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ezdotjpg · 7 months

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ok but know I need you to Tell Me Things about the Zeldas. all of them. I am literally*bouncing*.

(I love how both your TP Link and Zelda have RBF. they have truly Had It)

HEHE sorry i held onto this ask until I had all the Zelda designs posted, and then I,,,forgot to do that lol.

some Bonus Zelda thoughts! some of this i've maybe said before idk:

ALTTP Zelda

her armor is more ceremonial than practical. While I didn't give this to every Queen Zelda, I liked the idea of the princess's pauldrons progressing to more plate armor in the queen's dress. That's also why I changed her color scheme to blue to differentiate from the princess' pink (exceptions for this being HW Zelda who wears red as queen, ST Zelda who still wears pink as queen and BOTW Zelda who wore blue as princess)

anyway. she's more of a scholar than a warrior but she still has killer aim with a bow

her pet project has been recovering, restoring, and filling in the gaps of the royal library and archive. Mage helps her out with this as he has a knack for stumbling upon forgotten ancient texts in his travels

A lot of ppl assume she's rather prim or austere but she's actually got a lot of whimsy and humor in her. It's why she and Mage get along so well :D

She lets Mage get away with a lot of shenanigans and keeps the royal guard from arresting his ass all the time

if mage is ur weird uncle she's like. ur cool aunt

Tetra

she's still sailing the seas with her crew!

she and Wake have had a bit of a falling out though, partially over disagreements about searching for New Hyrule, and have gone their separate ways for now. There's not any real animosity between them, just like,,,frustration. They'd still do anything for each other.

She's got 2 pistols and a cutlass and she knows how to use them

She could bench press Wake. easily.

She's brash and commands a lot of respect but she's also a lot of fun to be around. She's brutally honest and says what's on her mind.

I think she still feels a lot of confusion and frustration about the revelations about her lineage and the role King Daphnes seemed to force on her because of it. She doesn't want much to do with what the divine. She values the freedom sailing on the sea gives her.

TP Zelda

she's. so tired. a lot of the responsibility of rebuilding the kingdom has fallen squarely on her shoulders. She's holding shit together by a thread but by god is she holding it together.

Looks pretty cold and unapproachable but she has a kind heart. She cares deeply for the people of her kingdom. She would sacrifice a lot for them and already has.

Never relaxes. Works like 24/7. get this girl a hobby

Midzel canon. Midna also had a thing with Link but it wasn't a polycule more of a this is my girlfriend Midna and this is Midna's boyfriend Link kind of a situation. Anyway she misses Midna.

Wolf and Zelda are like. coworkers. They haven't really gotten any closer in the aftermath of everything. Wolf wants nothing to do with playing the role of the hero in a political sense like Zelda keeps asking him to. I don't think Zelda necessarily blames him for escaping that responsibility, but she Is frustrated she doesn't have that luxury.

MC Zelda

a little cutie!! very bubbly and extroverted and curious about the world. She spends a lot of time outside of the castle running around with Mini. The King is so glad she's safe after everything he still just lets her do whatever she wants lol

She used to be the one dragging Mini into shenanigans all the time but he's gained a lot of confidence over his quest and is less timid now. now they are equally engaging in shenanigans

Hangs out with Malon too!! The three of them are besties

I like to think she can also still see the minish even if she can't shrink down to their size. she thinks they're so cute. Maybe mini gives her a jabbernut so she can speak to them too :-)

She helps Mini build his fucked up little trash robots. She also pretties them up with paint

scolded by castle staff frequently for getting grass stains and dirt on her nice clothes lol. She probably isn't usually running around in her full princess garb though.

Like Mini, has mostly refused to process most of what happened to her and is just trying to enjoy life.

Prince Zel

I went back and forth about whether or not I wanted to go with naming him Sheik or not. I decided against it since this is the version of him that never had to become Sheik. He keeps Zelda as a legacy name and shortens it to Zel most of the time.

Pretty lonely in the castle without many friends his age. He desperately wants to be better friends with Mask but is mostly rebuffed.

Even though he doesn't have to become Sheik in this timeline, I think he has begun training with Impa. Just under a lot less duress

Still occasionally has prophetic visions but has become somewhat hesitant about sharing them. I think he understands a little more of what went on in other timelines than he lets on, but he doesn't know or put together all of it.

Often described as odd or intense or standoffish by ppl who meet him but he can be really chatty and lively under the right circumstances

HW Zelda

Her armor is also mostly ceremonial, even though she's definitely more of a warrior queen. She and War are both dressed to project 'peace time' and 'prosperity'. She has other sets of armor that are more suited for combat.

She and War are a lot alike, calculating and cunning, which is why they understand each other. It's also why they're often at each other's throats. They're not really above backstabbing each other, though has Queen she has a lot more leverage.

She's not exactly warm or particularly kind, but she does care about the safety of the Kingdom.

Also never relaxes and works like 24/7

Constantly dealing with a tense, power-hungry and antagonistic court looking to undermine her authority. She has her own private ambitions she's working towards.

ALBW Zelda

She's a really charming and fun person! very down to earth as Queen and a lot more willing to eschew tradition.

She comes across as carefree but she's been ruling Hyrule by herself since she was young and has been subject to a lot of pressure. She had to grow up pretty fast and is wiser than she seems at first glance. She has her court and the people's respect.

She and Mirror share an interest in fashion and the arts. They're,,, they're both theatre kids.

I don't have a lot of other headcanons abt her yet sorry but. i love her

ST Zelda

Has been crowned Queen at the ripe old age of 16 because the last time they appointed a chancellor he turned out to be a demon who stole her body. so

She does not feel ready to be Queen at all but she's doing her best. She's determined not to let anybody push her around again.

She's taken an interest in learning how to fight after the events of spirit tracks. She never wants to feel as helpless as she did then, trapped as a ghost outside her body. Also she really enjoyed hitting things with a giant sword in her big phantom armor. She's become a much better swordsman than Spirit ever was lol

She specifically requested her own suit of armor to mimic the phantom armor

she's pretty protective of Spirit

BOTW Zelda

I think she was conscious for all 103 of those years fighting ganon, even if it seems somewhat blurry and surreal to her now. She remembers it in fits and bursts. She often feels disconnected from her body.

She has no interest in reviving the monarchy or ruling over Hyrule again. However she does have an interest in rebuilding Hylian towns and helping all of Hyrule recover. She still feels like it's her responsibility, not because of her role as princess, but because of what she perceives as her own failure to avert tragedy.

she doesn't just blame herself though- she blames the gods and her father too.

Right now though she's mostly taking a break to get her bearings and recover from 103 years of endless fighting. She and Slate travelled around Hyrule for a while at first, and now she's settled in Hateno trying to figure out how to be normal again. Some rebuilding efforts have already started spearheaded by Hudson and she helps out with those.

SKSW Zelda

honestly not even she is sure what parts of her are herself and what parts are hylia. it's as disconcerting for her as it is for Loft. She's both frustrated that he looks at her differently now and understands completely why he does. She still wishes he wouldn't.

she remembers more about being the goddess than she necessarily lets on

she's really invested in the settlement on the surface and is basically its unofficial leader. she puts a lot of time and effort into making sure everything is going according to plan and that they have everything they need to keep living on the surface

she's protective of Loft and worries a lot for him. She blames herself for a lot of what he struggles with now and wants to make it better.

she's not the fun police though, she likes a death-defying loftwing stunt as much as the next person

she did become a knight after the events of skyward sword! They don't really wear the uniforms down on the surface much anymore though and it's become less of a formal order while everyone focuses on building and improving the village.

She's been working on her swordsmanship

I think she really loves music and singing

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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47 with jack hughes

"Do you want me to stay?"

Jack hadn’t been on the ice for more than a couple minutes before Nate came out with his phone in hand.

“Yo, Jizzy your phones been going mad”

He skated to the bench and took it, not recognizing the number but answering anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hi there, I’m looking to speak to a- Mr Jack Hughes”

“This is he”

“Great, I’m calling you as you are listed as one of Y/N Y/L/N emergency contacts, could you please come down to the hospital?”

Jack was throwing his stick on the benches and making his way down to the locker room “Yeah, yes of course What has happened?!”

“Unfortunately, I cannot disclose that over the phone”

He didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, opting to just change his shoes and exiting the building to his car.

When he got to the hospital he rushed to the desk clerk, giving her your name and date of birth asking where you were.

“Calm down Mr Hughes, Miss Y/L/N is in room eighty-six so if you go down this hall here, turn right and then up the stairs it should be the second door on your left. The nurse there should be able to tell you more”

He nodded, headed straight for your room. Knocking on the door it was opened by a nurse “You must be the boyfriend!”

“Um yeah, is she-“

“Y/N is stable, she should wake up in a couple of hours. If you’d like to take a seat with her I’ll come in with her charts and explain the situation”

He nodded, slipping past her to the seat beside your bed. He reached out and grabbed your hand in his, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

Jack pulled out his phone for the first time since leaving the rink. A good few calls from the boys, Lindy and front office.

He took the time to call Nico and told him what had happened, asking him to talk to management. Nico obliged and send the teams well wishes for you.

Before Jack could call his mom the nurse from before came back in.

“Hello, okay so I’m just going to run over this with you! It’s all pretty straight forward, however I will say she is one very very lucky girl. Y/N came in today after being T-Boned in an intersection and the damage was minimal-“

The nurse went about discussing what happened, the treatment and after care.

Jack called his mom and yours to let them know what happened. Both of them were adamant on getting on flights to Jersey as soon as possible.

Jack declined both, claiming to not want to overwhelm you.

It was close to midnight when you woke, your hand squeezing Jack’s tighter which caught his attention.

He squinted a little before smiling “Hey baby, you’re up”

“What- what happened? Why am I in the hospital?”

“You were in a car accident love, they said you were really lucky” he mumbled, reaching over your head to press the call button while pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You gasped quickly “What?!” He asked, looking over you for any wounds.

“The car! Jack, the car” You cried “it’s been destroyed! I’m so sorry I’ll-“

“No, no I don’t care about that car babe! I care about your safety. The car can be replaced, you cannot”

Your moment was disrupted by the nurse opening the door, a smile on her face “Nice to see you up and about!”

After additional tests were done you were advised to get some sleep.

“Do you want me to stay?” Jack asked, eyeing his coat on the chair incase you said no.

You nodded meekly “I don’t want you to go”

“Well i’m sleeping here then aren’t I?”

You smiled, shimmying down the bed to get more comfortable.

In the dark a few moments later Jack said “I’m so glad you’re okay, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #lulu writes blurbs

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blueberrypancakesworld · 5 months

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Wednesday - Christmas at Nevermore - Door.8

warning : fluff, cuddling

The calendar

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Wednesday

Winter did not stop at Nevermore Academy, the dark school was firmly in its grip and when the rain clouds gave way, it was then that puffy clouds full of snow appeared over the school and all the students were just waiting for the snowflakes to fall.

The pupils crowded into the masses of snow during the breaks in the courtyard. They all seemed to be waiting either to form snowballs or to join forces with the snow.

All but one, Wednesday Addams, refused to join the masses and instead sat on the benches, tinkering with her invention. She heard the laughter of her friends and looked up from her invention to see Enid with Xavier and Rowan and her heart Y/n.

They were building a snowman while throwing snow at each other and Wednesday only felt more pleasantly cold. Her gaze went down to the work in her hands.

She knew that especially in the cold winter there was another look of love, knowing that her father had already given her mother hundreds of presents. Which is why she had also made a present for her friend.

After a few more moments, the black-haired girl heard her heart approaching the bench, the footsteps she would recognise anywhere. ,,My bat! Would you like to build a bat out of snow with me?" She asked and sat down next to the black-haired girl, who shook her head subtly.

,,No, but I have something else," she said and handed her the metal device, which looked like a small roundabout with an antenna.

,,For me? What's that?" Y/n asked, looking at her friend and giving her a little nudge, knowing that she didn't really care much for hugs. ,,It's so the cold can be here forever, dark and icy," Wednesday said proudly and pressed on a head.

Suddenly the machine began to beep and seconds later it formed a large ice flower on the antenna that formed into a tree with people hanging from its branches.

The ice darkened and slowly melted into a blood red colour. ,,Wednesday, that's unbelievable!" She called out and felt the black-haired girl smile at her, lean slightly towards her friend and give her a kiss on the cheek.

Despite the cold, there seemed to be a hint of warmth between them as they watched the bleeding artwork melt before they pressed the button together again, revealing another bloody icy image.

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Enid

The pupils crowded into the masses of snow during the breaks in the courtyard. They all seemed to be waiting either to form snowballs or to join forces with the snow.

Enid, too, could hardly wait to throw herself into the snow and make a snow angel. But when she felt her friend's hand on hers, she knew they were going to do something more fun.

,,Come on, let's find a stick!" she called and Enid was grateful to her friend for helping her to accept the werewolf side of her. It was already difficult to accept it, but with her love it was something else, it was funny, caring and loving.

Walking into the slightly wooded side of the compound they looked for a way to pass the stick before Enid retreated behind one of the trees and transformed.

When she heard the howl, Y/n threw the stick and Enid ran after it. At first they had a few inhibitions but as Enid became more comfortable they did it more and more.

The werewolf liked to act out her side and her friend was happy to help her. Instead, they did this for a while before Y/n let herself fall into the soft snow, slightly exhausted, and in the next moment saw Enid jump to her and turn back.

,,We really need to bake something oh and do crafts and buy presents!" She whispered and her love giggled, she loved it when the blonde was so cheerful.

Endi's hand joined with hers and Enid kissed her cheek, the two of them walked in the snow for a while, their happiness and love seeming to melt away the cold. But when snowflakes fell on them again, they hurriedly went back into the Academy.

Enid took their fluffiest blankets and the best hot chocolates before the two of them snuggled up together on the bed and watched a few Disney films on Enid's laptop until they fell asleep.

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Xavier

Winter didn't stop at Nevermore Academy, it had a firm grip on the dark school and when the rain clouds gave way, it was then that puffy clouds full of snow appeared over the school and all the students were just waiting for the snowflakes to fall. During the breaks, the pupils crowded into the masses of snow on the yard.

They all seemed to be waiting either to form snowballs or to join forces with the snow. Everyone played in the snow and Y/n let her gaze wander over the white field with her friends.

She tried to find her friend who was not among her friends Enid, Wednesday and Rowan. ,,Where are you?" she asked, thinking she would find him in the biology room or in the canteen somewhere warmer.

But he wasn't there, and when she had to be careful not to get attacked by several plants, she realized that he could only be in one place.

It was almost painful that he tried to avoid her. As if he had something better to do and after she had tried to talk to him in the past few days he had always brushed her off.

The problem was that her alarm bells were going off and she feared the worst. Trudging hastily through the snow, trying not to fall, which almost didn't work and she had to dodge several branches.

She made her way to the hut and knocked. Before she went inside, she saw that the hut looked different. There were fairy lights, fir trees and baubles painted on the wall that moved slightly when Xavier brought them to life.

,,Xavier?" she asked and saw her boyfriend hurrying around, almost dropping his paintbrush and trying in vain to find an answer. ,,Is that why you always went away?" She wanted to know and let her fingers run over the pictures.

She heard Xavier walk over to her, a few blotches of color on his face before he apologized to her. ,,I-I wanted to surprise you, I'm sorry if I've neglected you like this," he said and the two of them sat down on the couch.

She snuggled up to her, saw the colors, smelled the wintery smell and felt how relieved she was. ,,Next time we'll paint together, I promise," he said and put an arm around her to pull her closer to him.

She nodded and let herself slide into the painting and into his arms. The warmth of love seemed to flow not only through her but through everything and the winter magic spread its effect.

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Tyler

The pupils crowded into the masses of snow during the breaks in the courtyard. They all seemed to be waiting to either form snowballs or combine their forces with the snow.

But even though everyone was having fun, there was one who was looking at her mobile phone rather than anything else. She had read her boyfriend's message and knew that he loved Christmas.

He went out of his way to decorate his house, put up reindeer and fairy lights. Much to the chagrin of his father, who helped his son put up the Christmas tree.

What are you up to? She asked herself and put her mobile phone back in her pocket when she heard her friends calling. Trying to distract herself with a very asusgeartete snowball fight the time went by.

She knew that the more time passed, the more hours she spent agonising over the snowflakes outside, the more she was looking forward to the meeting. And at the latest when she left Enid and Xavier and got on the bus, she could hardly wait.

The journey seemed to take too long for her to wait and she looked at his message again Come for coffee...have a surprise she read the message and saw the bus stop out of the window.

She pressed the stop button and the bus stopped at the bus stop before she hurried outside and ran to the coffee shop. However, there was surprise in her eyes when she saw that it was dark and apparently closed.

She cautiously peered at the window to see if anyone was there. Before she opened the door and went inside, there was no music playing and when she called out Tyler's name, no one answered.

A few more steps inside she was startled when she suddenly felt a hand on her back and the next moment Christmas music came on. ,,So how's the surprise?" he asked and she saw that he was wearing a Santa hat and smiling broadly at her.

Apparently he had decorated and prepared the shop just for her. ,,Tyler, this is wonderful!" she said and pulled him into a grateful hug as he gently took her by the hand and pulled her along. He had laid a blanket between two tables and made a little shelter.

Even though it seemed cheesy, they both enjoyed it and when he gave her a coffee with cinnamon, the cosy moment only seemed to get better as she leaned against him and felt his hand run small soothing circles over her side

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#wednesday series #advent calendar #wednesday addams #wednesday adams x reader #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x reader #xavier thrope x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader

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sapphickorro · 1 year

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First Christmas Together

Pairing(s) - Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

summary: Being alone on Christmas had become second nature to you, that was until Agatha came into your life, showing you just how special the holiday can be.

warnings: 18+, strap-on sex (r recieving), oral/face riding (a recieving), fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, mommy kink, Christmas, breeding kink, overstim if you squint, pet names (good girl, baby), smut, hurt/comfort

word count: 2,363

A/N: for all my people that are celebrating Christmas alone, just like me. To my non-Christmas readers, my apologies, your daily dose of fics will come back after the holidays.

ao3 - masterlist

Christmas time was always a sore subject for you. Watching couples and families walk into the jewelry store you work at to buy each other gifts. Even though it was Christmas, today was no different, if anything there were just more customers.

When you finally finish your shift and pass it off to your coworker that had just arrived, you check your phone to see unread messages from your girlfriend, Agatha.

“Call me when you finish your shift?” You quietly read to yourself. You smile down at your phone rolling your eyes at the gif she sent of a rabbit dressed in a Santa outfit. Your hands wander to the call button and press it.

It only takes her less than a minute to answer you, “Hey Aggie, just finished my shift.” You sit down on the bench outside of your building, your free hand finding comfort in your pocket from the cold.

“Want me to pick you up?” She says as she starts to get up putting on a coat. She answers the question herself as she walks out the door with her keys.

“I don’t want to bother you. Shouldn’t you have guests over right now?” You check the time on your phone seeing that it was already 6 in the night. “I’ll take the bus.”

“Nonsense, Wanda and Vis left earlier. It’s Christmas, can’t have you waiting around for a bus.” You hear the engine of her car start and you smile to yourself. This is the first Christmas where you aren’t taking the bus alone to get home.

“I love you.” You whisper into the phone. You can’t see it but Agatha smiles at your words. “I love you too.” Her words are full of love, even digitally you can feel it warming your heart. She sets the phone down onto the passenger seat and begins to drive to your workplace.

When she arrives you take up the place of her phone in the passenger seat and the drive back is quiet. A welcoming quiet.

“Are you going anywhere for Christmas?” Agatha asks you at a red light, looking at your solemn expression at the mention of Christmas. “Nah, I have nowhere to go.” You look back at her and her eyes soften. You can tell she’s pitying you.

“Don’t be upset at that, I’ve dealt with this for years. It’s not as upsetting every year that passes.” You say placing a hand on her right hand, giving her a tight squeeze.

She doesn’t say anything but begins to drive when the light turns green. When you turn your head back to look out the window you realize that she’s missed a turn. “Aggie, this is the wrong way back to my home.” You look at her again.

“I know, just enjoy the ride.” Her hand lets go of yours before finding them again after turning on the car radio, a Christmas station being played. You don’t question her as you sit curious at where you could be going.

“We’re here.” You look up and notice that you’re parked at an open mall. “Why did you bring me here?”

She opens her side of the door before walking towards yours to open it for you. She holds onto your hand as you step out admiring the bright Christmas lights that adorn the outside of the mall. The two of you walk inside and you take in just how large the mall truly is. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Christmas is the time of giving. You’ve already given so much to me, I think it’s time I give back.” She leans over to give you a kiss on your cheeks as you stare at her confusingly.

“I’m letting you have a shopping spree, hun.” She chuckles at your confusion. “What? I can’t do that. I’ve never spent more than 50 dollars at one place.” Your eyes widen at her preposition.

“Well, first time for everything.” She doesn’t let you respond before dragging you off to all of the stores.

When you finally finish all of your shopping, you’re left with bags on each of your hands. Agatha’s holding the majority of them before heading back to your car. Most of the items Agatha had to beg you to buy them as she thinks they’d look cute on you. In the end, she pays for all of the items without telling you the total after countless times of you begging for her to tell you how much you spent.

“I don’t know why you’d spend so much money on me.” You say looking down at your hands while Agatha drives home in the now pitch black night. “There’s no reason other than that you’re deserving of it.” She says focused on the road.

“Thank you.” You feel the emotions start flowing out of your eyes. You try to sniffle it away but Agatha hears your uneven breathing. She leans over again to take your hands in her own and rubs her thumb over your skin.

When you get to Agatha’s home you drop all the bags of items that she had bought for you before slamming your lips onto her own, your hands holding onto her face. She slides her hands down to your waist after slamming the door shut with her leg and then locking it.

She pulls back as she looks down at you, her eyes lidded, “You don’t have to repay me in sex you know.”

You smile up at her before peppering kisses all over her neck, “I know, I just find you extremely sexy right now.”

She smiles before picking you up in her arms and running up her stairs. You yelp out giggling and tightening your legs around her. She drops you down onto her bed, attacking you with kisses all over your face.

“Aggieee.” You drag out the ‘e’ sound as you laugh at her feathered kisses. She moves her hands down to the zipper of your jacket and unzips it. You help her get you out of the jacket by lifting your upper half up to slide it off your arms. You then take off your undershirt by pulling it from the bottom over your head.

Agatha does the honors of unclasping your bra and laying you down on your chest to admire your upper half. She groans at the sight of your breasts before swooping down to capture them with her mouth, alternating from each one to give each of them equal attention.

“It’s so icky down there, I need you so bad.” Your voice strains. Agatha runs her tongue down your stomach to the strings of your sweatpants. “You wanna show me how badly you need me by being a good girl for me?”

You nod fervently at her, your eye contact making your pussy pulse. Still maintaining that eye contact, Agatha undoes the knot of your sweatpants with her teeth before tugging the pants down to your ankles. As if she couldn’t be more attractive, your face flushes red. Your whole body heats up, surely thinking that the window in the room can open and your body heat would still keep the room warm.

Agatha gets up pulling your pants to the floor before taking off her own shirt. She undresses down to her underwear before pulling it off too. Your mouth practically drools at the sight of her nude body.

“You wanna be a good girl for Mommy?” She slowly crawls back towards you as you nod again. “Then be a good girl and make mommy cum.” She slowly lowers her pussy onto your face giving you a test ride as you stick out your tongue.

Your hands move their way up to her thighs as your tongue starts lapping at her folds. “Oh, baby. Yes, right there.” She starts riding your face slowly, placing her hands in your hair. Her head raises with her mouth wide open, moaning at the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” Her hips start to speed up, riding you to try to get off quicker. She tugs at your hair when she feels herself getting closer and you moan into her clit sending the vibrations straight to her core.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.” She says before opening her mouth in a gasp. Her hips tense around you and you continue to lap at her, easing her through her orgasm. When she finally comes down from her high, she slides off of you, her back hitting the blankets beside you. Your face is covered with her juices as she laughs, kissing your lips and tasting herself on you.

You’re about to cuddle up to her when she gets up, standing at the side of the bed now, “Oh, I’m not done yet.” You sit up questioning what she’s about to do.

She walks into her closet and takes a couple minutes before coming back out, revealing the long strap hoisted around her waist. The color of the fake cock being red and white, imitating the colors of a candy cane.

Your eyes widen at the size of it, unsure if you were able to take it all. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She says, sensing your anxiety at it. She gets back onto the bed kissing your forehead and then slowly kissing her way down to your thighs. She slowly tugs off your underwear, peppering kisses over your clit causing you to squirm under her. “Mommy, don’t tease.” She chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you rub your lower half over her face.

She leans back causing you to whine before slowly prodding a finger over your hole. She then inserts it into you causing you to moan softly.

“You’re so wet I bet my cock would just slide right in.” She inserts a second finger, working into you. Your bite your lips filtering your moans, “Don’t hide your lovely noises from me.” She leans up to your lips, capturing you in a heated kiss. When she pulls back she starts to ram her fingers into you causing you to gasp at the sudden speed change.

“Oh baby, if I could just keep you in my home forever and not have you worry about working for a dime ever again I would.” She groans at the sloshing sounds of your pussy. “Actually, we can. Why don't you quit your job hm? Move in with me, let me take care of you like a good mommy would.”

“I want to be yours forever, mommy.” You lift your hands to her face pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“I’m so close, mommy.” You moan into her mouth with your eyes tightly shut, Agatha’s fingers curl in you, pleasuring you in all the right spots. She starts marking your neck again, surely giving you hickeys to wake up to, tomorrow. You drop your hands down onto the bed, your fingers gripping the bed sheets.

“Let go, baby.” With her permission, you orgasm, moaning out her name. Agatha slows her fingers before pulling them out. You open your eyes to the sight of her sucking her fingers clean and moaning out, “You taste better than any treat in the world.”

Agatha waits till your breath evens back out before rubbing the tip of her strap over your folds. You try to pull away, “Mommy, too sensitive.”

She pulls you back by placing her hands on your waist and stilling you, “You can give mommy another right, baby?” You look into her eyes, she pulls the puppy dog eyes on you and you nod your head slowly, “I can try, mommy.”

“That’s my good girl.” She smiles at you before slowly nudging the tip into your pussy. You hold your breath as you feel yourself stretching out. Your eyes clenched shut. You feel one of your hands being lifted by Agatha’s hands. She slides her palm into yours, holding your hand to ease your nervousness.

“You’re doing so good for mommy.” She uses her other hand to wipe the tears that were falling down your cheeks. She slowly moves the whole length into you, allowing you time to get used to the stretch.

“You can move now, mommy.” You give her the okay and she starts to slowly move in and out of you. The pain easing up into pleasure as you clench her hand.

“Mommy, so full.” You groan out. “I know baby, I know.” You wrap your legs around her hips trying to feel her closer to you

Agatha starts to speed up into harsher thrusts. Her hips moving back and forth till the sound of skin slapping fills the room. You arch your back moaning at the strap hitting your walls in all the right spots, making you closer and closer to cumming.

“Gonna breed this pretty pussy.” She lowers her hands to the bed as she hovers over you, bottoming out. The bed creaks with the force she rams into you. “You want that, baby? Want our little pups running around celebrating Christmas with us?”

You nod your head, “Yes, want that so bad.” Your moans increase as Agatha’s head drops into your neck marking you more. Her grunts being music to your ears.

“Mommy, gonna cum.” She lifts her head to look at you, “Cum for me baby, cum around my cock.”

You release a guttural moan, arching your back and tightening the hold your legs have on Agatha’s hips. When your back lowers back onto the bed and your grip on Agatha’s hip loosens, she slides out of you, peppering kisses on your hands along the way.

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion and sleep wash over you before you’re awoken to a damp towel wiping your folds. You shift a little at the sensitive contact against your bud and Agatha drops a kiss on your clit one last time. She turns the towel to the other side before wiping the sweat off your forehead. Agatha climbs onto the bed, turning you to spoon your back.

“Merry Christmas my love.” She whispers into your hair.

“Merry Christmas, Aggie.” You respond quietly before falling asleep.

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight

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“Okay, that’s going to be an hour,” I say, pressing the power button. Finally, I made eye contact with Jungkook, who was now busy smelling the fabric softener in my basket.

“Hhmm, peaches, that’s why you smell so nice,” he grins softly, meeting my eyes. I hide my flustered state with a giggle and pack up. Hoping that something comes up so he can leave, I ask if he has any plans for tonight. He shakes his head.

“Nope, which reminds me, there's going to be a welcome party at one of the frat houses, you should come,” he says, his doe eyes sparkling under the basement lights. I genuinely try to give it a chance, but the mere thought of another party is making me nauseous.

“Oh no thank you, I really should just stay back and focus on school,” I reply with a soft smile, hoping he would get the hint.

“Come on Mira, it's only the second week. Plus, Jiah and Jimin will be there as well.” Jungkook says, not breaking our eye contact.

“Well, I'll think about it, but thank you again for the invitation. Anyways, why are you so determined to make me go?” I laugh, flipping my hair to the side feeling my ego rise as we speak.

“Have you become obsessed with me already?” I tease.

“Relax Kenough, I want to redeem myself from the last party. That was sleep-deprived Jungkook,” he scoffs, leaning back on the laundry machine.

“Ok ok well, can't wait to see your redemption arc,” I tease, sticking out my tongue as I make my way to the exit door. Jungkook follows behind.

When Jungkook said he didn't have any plans for tonight he really meant it. For the next hour, we just walked around campus and talked about our life before university. He was in a band with Tae and Jimin when they were in high school called, Bulletproof Boys. I had to laugh.

“And you dared to make fun of my shirt?” I cackle, trying to maintain my composure at the goofy name.

“YAH! That was the best option, be glad we didn't go with Tae's idea, The JJV” he quickly scoffs back, stuttering from frustration. I can't help but begin to hiccup from all the laughing.

“JJV? That sounds like a disease … or a cult. Did you guys even want to attract girls or …?” I giggle, looking him dead in the eyes. He pushes me gently before sitting on the bench in front of the dorm building.

“So, have you decided yet?” Jungkook quickly changes the subject as I take a seat beside him. Amid the giggles, I look up at him with confusion.

“Oh, you meant the party? I mean sure, I guess, I'm feeling better now. Anyways, who would want to miss out on the opportunity of seeing a not sleep-deprived Jungkook?” I smile at him, sticking out my tongue.

“Be careful Miraya, you might manifest something,” he leans in, giving me a grin. I pretend to puke and walk to the entrance. Again, Jungkook follows like a puppy, teeth peeking through his soft smile.

7:00 p.m.

Jiah: Hey lovely, are you almost ready? I’ll pick you up in about 15 mins.

I look down at my phone, hair still in rollers as I touch up my makeup. My body tenses up, nerves are at an all-time high. I’m still not 100% sure about going but evidently, it’s too late now. What’s the big deal? It’s just going to be me and Jiah, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. Stop it, Mira. I dismiss the tension and quickly fix up my hairdo with a layer of hairspray.

We were at the destination within the next hour, both of us looking great as usual. Jiah wore her new mini silk dress with a sweetheart neckline. Hair in a half-up, half-down style she was giving sexy princess vibes. I was contemplating between two options but decided to go with a black ruffle mini-dress with my knee-high boots, leaving my hair down in soft curls. Borderline looking like I planned on cosplaying someone from Pirates of the Caribbean, but hey, it looked good so who am I to change?

The welcome party was set at a huge frat house. Very surreal as I’ve never seen one in real life, let alone stepped foot into it. After leaving our Uber, I could see the mob of people flowing in through the entrance door lit by bright neon lights. Jiah gives me a reassuring smile as we blend into the madness.

“Hey, girls!” I hear Jimin’s voice waving from across the room. Jiah waves back as we try to make it through the crowd of people, some of whom are already tipsy while others are too busy busting down moves on the dance floor. The whole place smells of alcohol and a mix of every perfume you can think of.

“Hi baby,” Jiah melts into Jimin’s embrace as I say hi to the rest of the guys.

“Hey Flip-flops, don’t you look nice?” I hear Tae’s tease as he salutes a hello. My eyes can’t help but roll, as I giggle at him.

“Hey Tae, you don’t look too shabby yourself,” I grin with a soft smile. We spend some time catching up before I ask about Jungkook’s whereabouts.

“He should be by the food table, said he was going to get us drinks,” Tae replies as I nod and excuse myself before heading to the said place.

It was like looking for Waldo, everyone looked identical under the dim lights. Before heading back to the group with a plate full of various snacks, I’m halted by the feel of a hand on my shoulder.

“Hi Peaches” Jungkook whispers into my ear. My eyes widen as he smiles back, his doe eyes somehow still sparkling.

“Oh, peaches?” I giggle raising my right eyebrow.

“What? Tae can call you flip-flops but you draw the line on peaches?” he grins, leaning back on the table, taking the plates off of my hands. I try to talk back but he is already walking back to the group, looking back at my appalled state.

So far the party was nice, we talked, or should I say gossiped, ate lots of food, and drank. I am not intrigued by the idea of alcohol, but it fits the theme tonight so I let loose. However, from the few instances that I did consume it, I can definitely say I’m a light drinker. The phenomenon proved itself once again, as I found myself swaying on the dance floor after two tequila cocktails. Jiah and Jimin decided to take a breather outside, while Tae was busy playing beer pong with his other buddies.

“Please don’t stop the music … music … music,” I muttered under my breath as Rihana blasted on the speaker. With my hands in the air and eyes closed my body gave into the ambience. Before I could mutter the next lyric I was interrupted by Jungkook’s presence.

“There you are, baby,” he says, his body filling the space between us. His hands pretend to rest on my waistline, cautious to not make actual contact.

“Baby?” I question, looking up at his concentrated face. My eyes are hazed, lids heavy as I try to make out what is happening.

“It was either that or some random stranger disturbing you,” he whispers into my ear, as I feel his lip ring on my skin. I was too drunk to even notice the guy in question, but something about Jungkook’s protective side made me step closer.

“I like baby more than peaches,” I tip-toe, trying to reach his ear, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. Within a split second, my sober consciousness revokes my action, backing away as my gaze lowers to the floor. I try to shake my head before letting out a soft sorry.

Jungkook steps closer and lifts my chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes meet mine as he lets out a little chuckle.

“You can be my baby for tonight,” he reassures, knowing dam well that he would be dead on a stick if I was sober. However, right now, neither of us protest the tension as our bodies groove with the music. My hands are once again on his shoulders, as he gently pulls me closer by the waist. Eyes locked on each other, the room becomes silent. For a moment, it was just the two of us.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he whispers into my ear as I lean my head on his chest, feeling the fatigue build up. I try to reply with a soft thank you before feeling my heavy lids close. Jungkook’s hold on my body becomes firmer, as I melt into his embrace, the smell of his cologne blending in with my perfume.

Before he could check on my state, Jungkook was interrupted by a bright flash coming from Tae’s phone camera. His boxy smile grows wider when he analyzes the situation on the dance floor. Pocking out his tongue he teases Jungkook with the photo, before taking a sip of water in hopes of sobering up.

“How did this happen?” Tae chuckles, trying to see if I was still awake. His hands inches away from moving some stands of hair out of my face before being interrupted by Jungkook tsk. Tae shakes his head, raises his hands and backs away with a wide smile, rolling his eyes.

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wildbornsiren · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 26: Uniform || Robert “Bob” Floyd/Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Uniform.

Summary: Jake’s uniform isn’t exactly regulation.

1,848 words Slash

Warnings: public sex, lingerie, oral sex.

Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Inspired by a conversation with @agardenafter Please follow @wbslibrary since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

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“Is that Nat’s camisole?” Bradley points to scrap of cream silk, trimmed in lace on the locker room floor.

Bob glances at it and shrugs. “Probably, I’m grabbing coffee with her tonight, she’s meeting a girl from the bar. Toss it on my bag.” He points to the bag on the bench, “I’ll make sure she gets it. And if it’s not hers it’s probably Callie’s.” Bob grins playfully at him, snapping his towel in Bradley’s directly.

“You going to shower with me, or are you going to daydream all day?”

Bradley laughs, wrapping around Bobby from behind nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “I’ll shower with you, since you’re abandoning me for your pilot.”

“I mean she is prettier than you.” Bobby teases.

“You take that back.” Bradley mutters, biting at his shoulder.

“Can the two of you be any more disgusting?” Jake brushed past them; towel wrapped around his waist.

“You’re welcome to stay and find out.” Bob calls after him, “ask nicely and you can join.”

Jake barks out a laugh, “Maybe next time.” Neither Bob nor Bradley miss how Jake pauses, head turned slightly toward them, a flush of red on those high cheekbones.

----

Bob looks up from his book when the chair opposite scrapes across the café floor. Natasha drops into it with a groan, reaching across the table, taking his fork and a bite of the cake he had ordered. He closes the book, nudging his mug closer too.

“I’m sorry Nat.”

She shrugs, taking another forkful of the cake. “She’s married.”

Bob winces, taking the offered fork back and helping himself. “How’d you figure that out?”

“Her phone rang when she was in the restroom. Came up ‘husband’, I asked and found out they were looking for a unicorn.” Another sigh and she takes the fork, scraping icing off the cake. “Which is one of the few lines I have. I’m not potentially throwing away my career for a nice pair of legs.”

“This is why women are the superior sex.” Bob chuckles.

“Can you be any more perfect Bobby?”

He shakes his head, “I’m not really, but I’m glad you think so.” He takes a sip of his lukewarm coffee. “I’ve got something of yours out in the car. Left one of your undershirts in the locker room.”

When they get back to the barracks, Bob hands Natasha the slip of cloth. She frowns, holding it up to herself. “Bobby, it’s pretty but it’s not mine. It’s too big.”

“Not Callie’s either?”

Nat shakes her head, “Too big for her too.”

Bob shoves it into his bag. “I’ll toss it in the lost and found tomorrow then.” They walk into the building, narrowly avoiding colliding with Jake. Bob reaches out steadying him, Jake pulling away like he’s burned him.

“Seresin, you alright?” Natasha calls after him. Jake doesn’t stop waving them off as he continues into the parking lot. “Goodnight then.” She says, muttering as they head for the elevators. She presses the button for her floor, “Give Rooster my love.”

“Goodnight Natasha.” Bob grins, shaking his head when she exits the elevator.

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With the training schedule, the mystery of the camisole took up residence in the back of Bob’s mind. They were running exercises four to five times a day, adding complications, restrictions. He winces when Bradley’s elbow digs into his side, twice.

“What?” He snaps, the heat and stress finally pushing him over the edge. Bradley points to Jake.

Jake is half out of his flight suit, using his black t-shirt to wipe sweat from his face. The underside of the shirt isn’t black however, but the same color as the camisole they had found a few days ago. Even down to the lace.

“Is that...” Bob asks turning to look at Rooster, who has the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, I’ll be.” Bob says softly. “Never would have imagined that.” He watches as Bradley saunters over to Jake, the two of them talking in undertone. He watches as two men talk, recognizing Bradley’s teasing body language. He wanders over, not wanting to startle Jake away.

“Is that a matching set, Seresin?” Bradley asks.

“Why don’t you look and find out for yourself, Bradshaw?” Jake shoots back.

“What if I want to take a peek?” Bob leans on Bradley, draping his arm over his shoulders.

Jake swallows hard, they can see the tightness in his jaw. “You too?”

Bob grins, nodding. “I would,” he beckons Jake a little closer, “That color looks pretty on you.”

“Well,” Jake jerks his head toward the building. “I’m not showing it off in the middle of the tarmac, gentlemen.”

Somehow, they ended up in a storage closet. The door locked; room illuminated by a single lightbulb. Cleaning supplies were crammed onto shelves, it smelled slightly damp. Bradley leans against the door, Bob sat on one a wobbly table, both of their attention on Jake.

“I have to know,” Bradley says. “Why the lingerie?”

Jake snorts, unzipping his flight suit, shoving it down to his waist. “It feels good, Bradshaw.” He pulls his black t-shirt up and over his head throwing it at Bradley. “What? You think I like it just because it’s pretty?”

“Yes,” Bob says quietly. “It is pretty.” There’s a softness to his voice, and Jake looks up, meeting those blue eyes.

Jake shrugs, jaw set in a harsh line, willing the other men to say something smart. Instead, Bob gets off the table, crossing over to him. Gentle fingertips brush along the neckline, watching how Jake’s breath shifts.

“It is very pretty.” The touch continues, slow, gentle, giving Jake the grace to pull away or say something. “You said it was a matching set? What else are you wearing Jake?”

“You really want to see?” Jake asks.

Bob’s smile is slow and deliberate, and he nods. “We do. If you want to show us.” Bradley groans softly behind him, his head hitting the door.

“Alright then,” Jake says. He leans down, loosening his boots, stepping out of them. He pushes the flight suit down, letting it, and the shorts underneath hit the floor.

“Oh,” Bob gasps.

“Fuck,” Bradley says.

Jake shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Those are panties.” Bradley says. “Fuck, they look good.”

“They’re comfortable.” Jake says, “I like the feeling of the silk.”

Bob clears his throat, glancing at Bradley, then back to Jake. “Relax, Jake.” He says it so easily, that he grins when Jake’s shoulders drop. “You’re already so pretty, and then you wrap yourself up like this?” He knows his voice is rough, a little deeper.

“You look like you want to unwrap me.” Jake says.

“Oh, very much,” Bob breathes out, reaching for him again. Rough fingertips skim along the sliver of skin that peeks out between the hem of the camisole and the waistband of the panties. “You’re gorgeous sweetheart.”

“Can he?” Bradley asks. “We’re not looking to do anything---”

“I know,” Jake says cutting him off. “I figured this was just an extension of your invitation a couple days ago.” He looks at Bob, “Go ahead. I wore it for both of you.”

“Thank you, darlin’.” Bob says, letting his fingers drag slowly over the growing bulge in the silk. “It does feel nice,” there’s a flush to his cheeks, and he can’t look away from the way Jake’s body reacts to his touch. The other man arches, seemingly chasing the light brush of fingertips.

Jake groans, his back colliding with the very warm, very solid wall of Bradley’s chest. Bob has dropped to his knees, the warmth of his breath causing the silk to stick to heated skin. Bradley’s hands move up his torso, calloused palms groping at his chest, thumbs teasing over his nipples. The silk bunches under tanned skin, the tickle of Bradley’s mustache against his neck making him squirm.

Bob’s hand cups Jake through the panties, marveling at the way cream fabric moves over Jake’s body. There’s a sticky patch growing on the cloth when Bob nuzzles his cheek against Jake’s erection, tongue darting out to tease along the wet patch, Jake’s cock twitching.

“Can I take the edge off?”

Jake didn’t recognize Bob’s voice, low, rough with a honeyed accent thick enough to walk on. He nods a couple times, realizing that Bob hadn’t made any further movement. “Yeah, please.”

Bob peels the panties down, biting back a low sound when Jake’s cock comes into view. He glances up, watching as Bradley kisses Jake, slow and deep. Jake’s hand tangling in Bradley’s curls. Bob licks a long stripe up Jake’s cock, easing his mouth over the head. He’s rewarded by Jake’s hand sliding into his hair, large hand palming the back of Bob’s head.

It's slow and easy, Bob enjoying the weight of Jake’s cock on his tongue. A soft moan slips out, head bobbing, Jake’s hand tightening in his hair as he eases his mouth up and down that thick length. He can hear the low rumble of Bradley’s voice as he murmurs to Jake. Bob’s hands rest on Jake’s thighs, touch sliding upward, inching the cloth of the camisole up, blunt nails scraping over tense abdominal muscles.

“Shit,” Jake rasps, blinking when Bob looks up at him through his lashes. Sea-glass green eyes blown wide with need and desire, flush staining his cheeks, down his neck, disappearing under the camisole. There are red marks sucked onto the column of Jake’s throat, Bradley’s handiwork. Once more, Bob’s taken aback by how pretty Jake is, especially when Bob’s name is on his lips. Bradley’s hands are also under the camisole, Jake a trembling mess against Bradley.

Bob hums to himself, taking Jake’s cock all the way down, nose pressed to Jake’s stomach. He’s still so heavy and warm, twitching down his throat. Bob swallows around it, not caring that drool gathers, sliding past his lips as he eases off, taking him at a normal depth. He’s always liked sucking dick, and the way Jake tastes, feels, the soft needy sounds that he and Bradley are drawing from him—close to euphoric.

“Bob,” Jake’s voice cuts through the foggy edges of his thoughts. “I’m-I’m close. Will you swallow for me?” His thumb soothes over Bob’s cheekbone.

“He’ll swallow.” Bradley murmurs, his hand joining Jake’s in Bob’s hair. “He likes the taste.”

Jake comes with a muffled wordless cry of pleasure, Bob groaning as he swallows it all down. Bradley’s not wrong, he does like the taste, but what he really likes is the breathy little panting breaths that come from Jake. Bob eases off, gently drawing the silk panties back up Jake’s body.

Bob looks up, watching as Jake continues to tremble against Bradley, the other man leaving behind a few more hickies on tanned skin. “One more thing.” His voice is a little hoarse, and he wipes the corner of his mouth, licking his thumb clean. “Come back to Bradley’s room with us. The couch pulls out. I want to hold you both.”

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 1 - "Postpartum"

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: postpartum depression, PTSD, body insecurities, mpreg

Summary: A week before Thanksgiving, Bucky's trying to get ready for this goddamn Turkey Trot he has to do.

Part 1: Postpartum

Bucky gets the girls to school before nine, comes home, then leaves Gabe with Darcy while he laces up his sneakers and heads out for a run. He used to be more of a gym shark, before the arm, but between people staring at that, and the fact that the nearest gym is currently the 53rd Street Equinox full of insufferable snobs in lululemon, Bucky takes his chances in the park most days.

The trees have held their leaves longer than usual this year, so it’s to the scenery of brisk air and bright fall foliage that Bucky bends and stretches against one of the park benches. According to the doctor, it’s extra important for him to warm up to prevent injuries, as all of his tendons and ligaments are still overly-relaxed from having Gabe. He starts off down the Gapstow path with his water bottle strapped to his palm.

He’s been walking a little more each day, and has worked up a route in the park that approximates the 5k he’s got to practice for. He jogs short parts of it, but never very long. His GP gave him the clearance for exercise well over a month ago, but this time around it’s been more the mental side of postpartum rather than the physical that’s held him back.

…Okay, maybe it’s been both. He pauses at a bend in one of the more wooded areas and looks around quickly to make sure he’s alone, just so he can poke at his tender chest through his shirt and sports bra. He’d fed Gabe earlier that morning, but his milk has come in heavier this time around and he can already feel some of the pressure returning. It makes jogging less enjoyable than it otherwise would be. Things are … sore.

His scrutiny migrates down to his stomach, where he winds up scowling and squeezing at a fistful of his still-soft tummy. He feels ridiculous as emotion starts to swell within him and he begins tearing up unexpectedly. He lets his shirt fall back down with a sniffle, face heated and embarrassed when another jogger comes from up around the bend unexpectedly. The woman waves distractedly at Bucky as she runs past, and Bucky waves back, relaxing when he sees her earbuds and how lost she is in her own run. She’s listening to music, she didn’t see him having a mini freakout over his body. He watches her go and then forces himself not to lift up his shirt or poke at his stomach again.

It’s not that he’s even that big—he’s not. He didn’t put on more than the recommended twenty-five pounds, not for either of his pregnancies, but this time around his body just doesn’t seem to be snapping back into shape as quickly. He still doesn’t look like him. And yeah, Steve has been endlessly supportive and reassuring, and it's only been a few months and Bucky knows he should just be grateful to have another healthy baby, but it’s just … he can’t remember ever having been this soft with Sarah. Or this sad.

The tears are still there, pressing hotly at the backs of his eyes, which just makes him feel all the more pathetic and mad about it. Some days he doesn't feel like his haywire emotions will ever get back to normal. It’s annoying and embarrassing too, because it doesn’t even make sense. There’s nothing to even be so friggin’ mopey and weepy about!

He takes a swig from his water bottle and practices the deep breathing and sense counting exercises his therapist has trained him to do. Bucky’s long-used the techniques to quell building panic attacks, but those have historically been triggered by far more serious matters. The fact that he’s equally as distraught now about his flabby body as he has been in the past about memories of systematic rape and torture is just pathetic. But, as Bucky’s therapist likes to say: “The mind compartmentalizes to protect, but it’s like a stranger trying to organize your garage and not knowing what goes where. Things wind up getting put in strange places."

(Bucky's therapist has a penchant for over-involved metaphors.)

He works himself back into a light jog, determined to get at least half of today’s practice run done at an actual run. Steve is doing this 5k too, and Bucky is determined not to let the alpha run too many laps around him.

… Well, not too many, at least. Bucky supposes he can cut himself a little slack. He is the one who pushed a baby out of his posterior four months ago, after all. And epidural or not, Gabe still came into the world weighing a hefty seven pounds, three ounces. Something like that’s bound to slow a guy down no matter how diligently he trains.

Since his emotions are being so goddamn mercurial, he slows and maintains a brisk walk as he paces himself. Gratitude, he thinks. Next week is Thanksgiving. He practices visualizing all the fucking gratitude he can muster for the rest of the route. Meds, he thinks at first. He’s grateful as fuck for the meds that are safe enough for him to take while he’s still breastfeeding Gabe. They’re the main reason he’s not a nonfunctional puddle of tears in his apartment right now. But there’s a lot to be grateful for, a lot to use as ammunition against the war his depression has been waging in his brain. He repeats it all back to himself as he picks up into another light jog:

He’s alive, for one. He’s survived a shitstorm that a lot of other people didn’t - the insurgency, years under a brutal totalitarian regime, and he escaped with a lot left to his name. He’s still got most of his family left alive. He’s got his daughters, and now his son, and a wonderful Alpha and husband. He’s gained friends and an education and a job. There’s a stupid-expensive historic brownstone being custom-renovated for him over in Brooklyn at this very moment, and he’s even as good as got his left arm back, for chrissakes.

That’s a lot, he thinks, as he jogs harder and the endorphins start to kick in. He’s rich beyond all fucking belief, despite what those years in Gilead stole from him. And he should be grateful. He is grateful. He thinks of Sarah’s hysterical laughter and Becca’s beaming smile, of the funny little face Gabe makes when he poops, and the way Steve’s eyes shine when he sees Bucky holding their infant son. Those kids mean the world to him.

Three healthy children: That’s still wildly uncommon. Babies are born messed up all the time. They don’t live long. Most people can’t even have kids without years upon years of trying, and most people would kill to have what Bucky has. He’s got no right to feel anything but happy.

He finishes his route at a jog, panting and sucking in the crisp fall air and mental-exercising himself into a better mood: Thanksgiving’s next week! Be thankful! There’s nothing to be sad about, jeezus!

After all that he’s been through, nothing so mundane as a little postpartum depression is going to derail him now. He refuses. That would just be too lame of an ending, and he’s determined to make this work: this Turkey Trot, his marriage, his life. It’s hard. It takes effort and he wishes it didn’t, wishes it could just be easy sometimes, but, “Nothing worth having …” and all that.

The tears are almost forgotten by the time he leaves the park.

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 7 Flatline, Restrained, CPR

TW/CW: Attacked on the street, beating, asphyxiation (choking), Words: 1200 words

Whumpee was deadly exhausted. She felt like could collapse any second, when would this torment end? “Alore, we’re done for today!”, the ballet teacher called out.

The girls sighed out and applaud before packing their bags.

Whumpee walked to the changing room and slumped onto the thin bench. There she took off her pointe shoes and changed. Soon after she left the building and walked away. The walk wasn’t long but still felt creepy. She was a woman after all. And with how exhausted you are from training you couldn’t defend yourself. A tiny evil voice in her brain threw in. “Oh shut it.”, she hissed to herself. Passing the park at the side of the way she closed her eyes, taking in the rustling of the leaves. A smile crept onto her lips. Until a hand pressed on to it and she got dragged into the darkness of the park. Whumpee screamed into the hand over her mouth but it was no use. Too little sound came out. It was pitch black and before she could even realize what was happening the person shoved her onto the grassy ground. Whumpee tried to break her fall but at the same moment hands grabbed her arms and they both crash. She felt weight on her hips and realized the person was sitting on top of her, straddling her.

“There you go, nice and still!”, whumper gleefully said to their pinned down victim. They trapped both her wrists in one of their hands and with the other one took out a roll of tape. They feel the girl flinch under them at the sound of the tape being torn off. A wide smile breaks through the focused expression on their face. Swiftly they manage to wrap it around the girl’s wrists multiple times. Satisfied they now lazily take the metal stake out of their bag. They hit it into the earth and use the girl’s wrists to hammer it deeper in. Then drop them behind the pole. Now. Everything was ready.

“Let’s see what should I do with you now?”, the gleeful voice sounded from above Whumpee. What was going on?! She tried to free her hands but only got stuck on the pole. Panic. She was stuck. Really stuck. “Let me go, please!”

“Aww whyever would I do that, sweetie? We haven’t even had fun yet.”

Whumpee whimpered, she pulled and pulled on the tape holding her wrists together but only managed to roughen her skin. Then she started screaming.

Whumper’s eyebrows knitted together, she shot her hand fourth, wrapping her fingers around Whumpee’s throat and squeezed. “Asphyxiation it is then!”, Whumper sweetly said.

Soon Whumpee started to claw at the grass, pinned down legs kicking into nothing. Her eyes were wide and panicky, looking into the darkness where her attacker was. Slowly her body slowed down the panicked jerks. Was it just her or was it getting even darker? Then, the miracle! Air! Oxygen was flowing into her lungs again!

“Now have we learned our lesson?”, Whumper asked with an audible smile.”

“Please let me go! Please!”

“Ah, ah, ah, sweetie.”, Whumper cooed and squeezed again.

Whumpee’s panic skyrocketed again as soon as her throat closed. But this time it felt shorter. When her attacker let go the second time she coughed and simultaneously gasped for air resulting in a row of choked sounds.

Whumper waited for her to get her functionality back. Finally the girl seemed to have recovered a bit. “Noow are we good?”, they asked brightly.

Whumpee whimpered but didn’t scream anymore.

“Aww, sweetie, you don’t have to give me the silent treatment, I just don’t want you to scream for help. I’ll get the tiny, cute noises out of you anyway.” She smiled.

“I-I won’t scream anymore. But please let me go.”, Whumpee begged.

“No can do, sweetie. You should really try to find a way to enjoy this as much as I do. But don’t stop begging, it’s adorable.” And with that she rummaged through her own bag trying to decide what to use. But then she hesitated. “Say sweetie, where were you coming from when I got you?”

“From ballet…-ballet practice.”, Whumpee answered in a broken sob.

“Whumper tooted at her, running her fingers soothingly through the girl’s hair while thinking. Then she felt around in the grass until she had found the girl’s bag. Some more digging and then she felt what she wanted. The sturdy wood and soft satin of the girl’s pointe shoes. She took them out of the bag and made sure to gently drag them over the girl’s arm as she started to speak again. “How about we try something, hm.” A wolfish smile grew on her face.

Whumpee only whimpered in response and even though it was dark turned her head away from her torturer.

“I wanna see how fast you bruise if I use these!”, Whumper squeaked. And without giving the girl the chance to respond she battered the shoe down on the girl’s right arm. Avoiding bone but hitting full force.

Whumpee screamed out in pain but was effectively shut up by her attacker putting their fingers into her mouth and digging the nails in.

“Mkay, mkay!”, she mumbled out around the invading fingers.

What did we say about screaming? You know if we were alone, you could scream all you want. I‘d encourage it even. But out here you can‘t, no, no.“, Whumper said a tad less cheerful now.

Whumpee as panicky as they were made a split decision and bit down on their attacker‘s fingers.

Whumpee yelped and delivered a few sharp blows with the pointe shoe over Whumpee‘s torso. That made her loosen the hold on their fingers and they quickly ripped them out. Spit and blood was webbed over them. They wiped it down on Whumpee‘s face and raised their arm for another blow. „You should not have done that.“, they said, this time dead serious.

Whumpee‘s eyes went wide. Their clutched together body now started to tremble as they heard their attacker‘s voice change. Then out of the darkness came another blow and they couldn‘t breathe. They couldn‘t breathe! So much pain! They wanted to scream but there was no air! Her attacker had hit her throat! And there, another blow into her abdomen. And onto her arms. More and more and more, everything was pain. She was pain. And then it stopped. She got a backhand into her face and jerked up.

„Don‘t pass out on me, sweetie.“, Whumper said saccharine sweetly. Whumpee only groaned and whimpered in response.

„Now as fun as this is, I‘m afraid we have to end tonight’s date.“, whumper said in a sad tone while caressing Whumpee’s face with the nail of her index finger. „But you do seem promising, I‘m looking forward to seeing you again.“, they said sinisterly and sweet as ever, moving their finger to tilt her chin up. „B-Bye!“, her attacker said and then whumpee felt the weight on her disappear. With last strength she took out her phone and called an ambulance. Yet she only managed to groan out her location and a broken help before passing out.

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