#he comes back like 'ok nice i kissed them already' LIKE IT'S JUST A SIMPLE THING TO DO WTF JOSE ILY SM ISTG DDEINFJFJFJ

[luveline]

Ok this isn’t Halloween but I would love to see a fic of the first time r spends the night at Aaron’s and she changes into her pj which r these super cute delicate tank and shorts set and Aaron goes crazy!! Like he’s a gentleman obvi (or trying hard to be) but he starts opening my flirting with her and she’s so confused bc usually he’s much more subtle

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

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You don't bother changing in the bathroom. It's not an attempt to come onto him, though you're wondering if he might want that, but a realistic practice. If Aaron wants to be intimate with you tonight he's going to see much more of you than your bra.

He returns from the bathroom as you're pulling down your camisole. It's a simple pair of pyjamas but made of a more expensive fabric, the shorts bordering immodest and the camisole cupping your breasts with enough support that a quick glance in the mirror tells you what you'd wanted to know; you look cute. 

Aaron smiles at you, something unreadable in his expression. His brows lift ever so slightly. "Nice socks." 

"I get cold feet sometimes," you say, pressing your fuzzy heels together. 

"Yeah?" he asks, pushing his hair out of his face. "Me too." 

"What side do you sleep on?" you ask. 

"What side do you sleep on?" he asks back. "Go where you want." 

You pick a random side, too nervous to think about it in depth. The sheets are crisps to the touch and smell freshly laundered, soft against your naked legs. You feel a little like you're playing make believe all cleaned and washed yourself, your heart in your wrist as you squeeze it, watching him flick off the big light and cross the carpeted floor slowly. His room, his entire apartment, is smart but cosy, ambient lamp light and open space. 

"Do you wanna watch TV?" he asks, putting the remote in your lap as he shakes out the sheet and slips in next to you. His body heat is immediately felt. His knee brushes yours as he leans in. "Hold that button down." 

Despite what you'd said about cold feet, you're nervous and he runs warm; by the time you've found something to watch on TV he's sewn his arm through yours and you're practically running a temperature. You have to take your legs back out and lie atop the sheets. 

You pull a knee up. The shorts ease down. 

Aaron sinks into the bed with you, his head just a touch higher than your own. "I'm really happy you're here," he says. 

"I'm happy too," you say, turning your face to his. Nervous, sure, but this is a milestone for your new relationship you're ecstatic to achieve. 

Even if he doesn't have any seductive intention tonight, you're eager to spend the night in his arms. He's older (impossible to ignore), more gentlemanly as a consequence, and during the course of your relationship there have been more important things than sex, like establishing trust with one another, and making sure that your relationship could withstand his constant working. 

"I'm really happy," you say, lifting your chin and fireworks erupt in your chest as he leans down to meet you, kissing you gently. 

"Is this…" His hand trails to the soft of your stomach, pink brushing your thigh where it's hiked. "Your usual nighttime attire?" 

"This is the wanting my boyfriend to like it attire," you confess, because he already knows. Aaron knows everything. He could tell you where you bought them if you gave him long enough.

"Consider them true to form," he says, hand sliding like a heavy, hot weight across your stomach and leaving a worse heat behind. "You look amazing." 

"Yeah?" you ask. 

His lips skin your cheek. He nudges you with his nose to encourage your head back and kisses softly under the line of your jaw, "They're a little small," he says, kissing between whispers, "the shorts." 

"They're not tight," you whisper in turn. 

His hand falls to your thigh, spreading your legs a terrible inch as he tugs at the hem of your shorts. His fingertips dip under them a millimetre as he agrees, "No, they're not. Your top, though…" 

"It was a matching set. I couldn't choose–" 

"Do you have many like it?" he asks, pulling away, meeting your eyes with a charge you've only seen a handful of times. You know exactly what it means, your chest aching with want as his hand comes to rest at the top of your thigh. 

"Sure. Two or three." 

"That won't do." 

You're nervous, but he's your boyfriend. You know more about him than he might think even if you don't know him intimately yet, and his arduousness makes you laugh. He's always been such a gentleman —not many men would ask you to be their girlfriend with a pearl necklace, or invite you to stay the night via text rather than at the end of a date. You'd expected your first time together to be a come up for coffee situation, but he's never propositioned you that way. The text was a sweet surprise, an addition. 

Would you like to stay over after dinner on Friday? Let me know. Can't wait to see you either way. 

No matter what you want, Aaron wants that too. 

You turn into his lap and catch his lips with yours, his hand encroaching on the soft fat of your inner thigh. 

His lips part under yours and you take his face into your hands, a giving in if there ever were one, hoping it says everything you're too shy to admit aloud. No matter how much he clearly likes the shorts, he abandons your thigh and hugs your back to him instead, your chests pressed together until yours is heaving for air. 

"You're usually more subtle than this," you tease, breathless, good-natured. 

"You aren't usually wearing this," he says, his usually smooth voice roughened, "I'm losing my mind." 

"Well, we can't have that." 

He leans back in, laughing against your lips. When his hand works its way under your camisole, you think about where you can get more pyjamas like these ones considering he likes them so badly, but then his hand crawls higher and the thought leaves your mind for the time being. 

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[harryslittlefreakk]

it’s just us

(late night talking part 5)

summary: the 4th and final night of wembley, y/n and harry reflect on their week together and think about the future 🥹

warnings: super fluff, smut, bf!rry

a/n: i know these 2 are MY imaginary characters but i quite literally giggled and kicked my feet writing this !! i love these 2 so much 🤭 this will be the final ‘proper’ part but i have lots of extras planned! thank you so much to everyone for enjoying this series with me 🥹

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“Hi, sunshine,” Harry smiled down at you as you awoke. His glasses were perched on the end of his nose, a crinkled and yellowed book in his hands. “Sleep ok?” he asked, setting the book down on the nightstand as you scooted over to nuzzle into his chest. “Meh,” you shrugged, draping an arm over his belly. “Miss you while m’sleeping.”

He laughed at this, pressing a kiss into the top of your head. “Mum and Gem are coming over soon, asked if you want to have lunch with us,” he told you. “Really? I won’t be intruding?” you asked him, nibbling at the skin around your fingernail. “No baby, never.”

“You already missed a whole day with them yesterday, H,” you told him as he tangled his fingers in yours, pulling you into his lap. “Missed it for you, and missed a whole day with you too,” he said, wrapping his arms tight around you. “Just want to enjoy all my girls together, f’you’ll let me.”

“I’ll allow it,” you smiled. “M’a bit nervous though,” you confessed, suddenly frozen with the fear of meeting his closest family. Harry pressed a soft kiss to your lips, pulling one of his arms from around your body to brush stray hairs out of your face. “Don’t need to be nervous darling, they’ll love you.”

You slid off his lap suddenly, rushing to into your wardrobe. “Harry,” you groaned. “I only have one nice outfit and it might be a bit much.” You’d packed with one intention - go to the show, go home, sleep, repeat. You’d bought one fancy dress to wear for dinner with Joanie tomorrow night, your show outfits, and pyjamas and loungewear for the day time. “Show me,” Harry smirked, sauntering over to where you were rooting through your clothes in a frenzy. You yanked the dress of its hanger, slipping Harry’s stolen t shirt off your body before stepping into the dress.

“You look beautiful,” Harry smiled, arms folded across his chest as you twirled for him. It was one of your favourite dresses, a white midi dress with a deep neckline and light blue beach-themed decals dotted all over. You loved the way it looked against your tanned skin in the summer, the way the elastic waist cinched you in. It was simple, but made you feel incredible. “It’s not too much?” you asked Harry, smoothing the front of the skirt with your hands. “No, it’s perfect,” he told you, tapping on his pouted lips to tell you he wanted a kiss.

You padded over to him, peppering kisses all over his face before planting one firmly on his lips and slipping back out of the dress. “Now this is even better,” Harry smirked, stepping forward to land a blow on your ass cheek as you bent to pick up the dress. His strong hands grabbed a hold of your waist before you managed to pick the piece of clothing up, flinging you over his shoulder and marching back towards the bed as you shrieked and kicked. “It’s gonna get creased,” you half-yelled, words almost incoherent through your laughter. “I’ll iron it,” Harry replied, dropping you down onto the bed before climbing over you. He kissed all over your body, holding your arms down as you tried to push him away. The beginnings of stubble tickled you from head to toe, snorting and squealing as you writhed under him.

He stopped suddenly, pausing to gaze over you like an animal planning its attack. Harry moved back towards your face, lingering before you wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer. Your noses nudged over each other’s, smiles mirrored on your faces. He kissed you deeply, pulling your thong to the side and sweeping a finger through your folds with his free hand. He always kissed you like every time could be your last, like he never knew how much of your lips life would offer him so he had to savour every moment. It was impossible not to fall in love with him - the way he gave you everything you needed, romantically and sexually, too much to resist.

His thumb rubbed on your clit as his mouth grazed over your cheek, lips dragging slightly before he nibbled at your earlobe. Harry was definitely more sexually experienced than you, evident not just from his skill, but the way that he anticipated what you needed even before you realised. The tiny nip of his teeth sent your back arching, the pain giving you just the edge you needed. “You’re so beautiful,” Harry cooed, his voice delicate against your ear as he rubbed faster at your button. He slid two fingers into you, thumb still rubbing persistent circles against your clit. He found your g-spot almost immediately, knowing your body like the back of his hand by now. “Fuck, Harry, I’m gonna c-” you moaned, hips pressing deeper into the bed as your body tensed. You were cut off by a loud cry tumbling past your lips, thighs clamping around his hand as you came. Harry finally pulled away as you came down from your high, kissing you deeply before padding back to the bathroom, satisfied with his attack.

—

Though he’d wanted to take you all somewhere nice, Harry had settled on ordering food in and enjoying the sun on his hotel room’s balcony, not wanting to risk being spotted with you again so soon, especially before anybody else knew. You were helping him to tidy up his room now, desperate to do something to combat the ball of nerves in your stomach. “Relax, baby,” he told you, pulling you in for a hug. “I can’t, Harry. You only get one chance at a first impression and I’m so nervous about messing up.”

“Did you mess up the first time you met me?”

“No, but I was awkward. And shy. An-“

“And nothin’. You were adorable, even though you w’nervous around me. Now look at us,” he said. “If it gets too much or you need any help just squeeze my leg or something, okay pet?” You nodded, feeling somewhat calmer. You knew Harry could be shy too, and he knew exactly how you were feeling right now. It wasn’t long before the door knocked and Harry pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before opening it, Anne pulling him into a hug as soon as she saw him. “Hi, my darling,” she cooed, eyes crinkling as she looked him up and down. He looked especially adorable today, wearing wide legged jeans with (as he’d told you many times that morning) his favourite brown duck cardigan, a tight fitted white t shirt underneath. You loved his snuggly daytime outfits, and adored what he wore to shows, but seeing him pick out his favourite pieces and the way he styled them was your favourite thing yet.

As soon as she saw you standing meekly behind Harry, Anne almost shoved her son out of the way to take a look at you. He greeted Gemma as she stepped towards you, immediately wrapping you into a warm hug. “You’re beautiful,” she gasped, gripping the tops of your arms as you smiled. “What on earth are you stuck with him for?” Anne laughed, winking at you. “He’s got his perks,” you said. “It’s so lovely to meet you, I hope you don’t mind me being here.”

“Nonsense,” Anne insisted, “we were so excited to meet the girl Harry’s been obsessing over.” He blushed at this, shy smile taking over his face. Gemma pulled you into a hug next, exchanging names and hellos as the four of you walked towards the balcony. Harry wrapped an arm around you as you lingered by the sliding door, calling out to ask if anyone wanted something to drink. “I’ll get them,” he said, fingers dancing against your skin. “You sit, it won’t take a second,” you told him, turning to walk towards the coffee machine.

“You are smitten,” Anne gasped as Harry sat down opposite her, eyes following your every move. He shook his head in his hands, bright smile peeking through his fingers. “I know,” he confessed.

It wasn’t long before conversation turned to the leaked photos, and Anne gave you both a motherly lecture. “It won’t be long until more photos come out. And it won’t just be your face plastered on the front of magazines,” she told you. “I’ve seen first-hand how this information gets about, they will know everything about you, more than you know about yourself sometimes. I don’t want to nag, but if the pair of you are serious then you need to start telling your family and friends before they wake up and see you all over social media.”

“I know,” you sighed, rubbing a hand on Harry’s denim-clad thigh. “I’m just so frightened to be painted as some sort of groupie, like this was my evil little plan all along,” you told her. It was something you hadn’t even spoken to Harry about yet. You knew your friends and family would just be happy for you, but the world wouldn’t see you as someone who just fell in love, you’d be blindly hated by millions of girls. Harry had confided in you a little about the stress that the media creates in a relationship with him, the hatred and vitriol of journalists and ‘fans’ towards any woman he was spotted with. You understood why he wanted to protect this relationship as much as you did, and truthfully you thought he could be even more nervous than you were about going public. “It’s a risk you’ve got to take,” Anne told you. “Besides, within 5 minutes of walking into this room I could see how besotted you are with each other, and you’d have all of us behind you both, sweetheart.” You knew she was right, and your first hurdle would be telling Joanie.

—

Harry had booked a car to take the four of you to Wembley, having promised his mum and Gemma a behind the scenes look at everything going on. It was one of their favourite parts of him touring, he’d told you, seeing the tiny touches of him in his dressing room and stepping out onto the stage, imagining what it was like for him. Even after seeing it so many times, it never got any less incredible. “This is amazing, Harry, I can’t believe you get to do this every day.”

“Joy of my life,” he grinned, watching the three best women in his life looking out across the empty stadium. He picked up the tiny blue polaroid camera that sat in the wings, ready to capture little pictures of his band and his team. “Smile,” he called out. The three of you shuffled into position, arms around each other as you beamed in his direction. Anne insisted on taking a few of you and Harry next, 3 different pictures so you could all hold onto a copy.

“You gonna stick around?” he asked you, pulling you tight against his front. You checked the time on your phone, sighing as your head lulled back onto his shoulder. “I should go, Harry. Want to get a good view for my favourite concert.” He laughed against the top of your head, promising to walk you out once you’d all exchanged goodbyes.

“I’m gonna talk to Joanie tonight,” you told him. Your heart hammered in your chest at the very idea, but you knew how hurt she’d be if she found out via the press. It just seemed so soon, despite the fact that you’d usually tell her everything about who you were seeing, from the second you’d first laid eyes on them. It was all so different with Harry, and you knew it wouldn’t change your friendship with Joanie but it would definitely take over things for a while. “You sure?” Harry asked, fingers dancing across your forearm. You nodded. “Just want to get it out of the way. Feel like you’re my dirty little secret,” laughing through the nerves. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “you scared?”

“So fucking scared.”

With this, Harry grabbed your arm, pulling you in a complete different direction than where you’d been heading. He dragged you into his dressing room, locking the door behind you before pressing you up against the door, legs wedged between yours. He was looking at you with the same animalistic gaze you’ve grown to understand, his breath hot against your mouth.

His lips ghosted over yours, tongue slipping past your teeth and licking circles around yours. You could feel him growing against your inner thigh, the tiniest taste of your lips enough to make him want more of you. Harry slid his hands behind you, palming at your soft ass before scooping you up and placing you down on the vanity, eyes dark with hunger as he gazed over you. “So perfect,” he whispered, hand cupping the nape of your neck as he dived in for another taste of your soft lips. He was insatiable, starved when it came to your pleasure - always like it was the first and last time he’d touch you, needing as much of you as he could get.

Harry bundled your dress up around your hips, groaning when he saw the wet spot on your panties, crisp from where your cream had soaked into them earlier in the day. He’d insisted you keep them on, the heavy material a reminder of how good he could make you feel. “Y’already wet for me, baby?” he rasped, slipping your tiny panties from your legs and stuffing them into his pocket. “Got you all worked up, huh?” Harry smirked as you shivered, the slightest brush of his fingers against your entrance shooting electricity through you. He licked the pad of his thumb before pressing it to your clit, leaning down to nip at your jawline when you whimpered beneath him. “Too sensitive, just fuck me please,” you whined, hips rocking back and forth to try to relieve some of the pressure that bubbled up inside of you with his one touch.

“Daddy’s needy little princess,” Harry cooed, lips soft against your cheek as he unbuttoned his jeans and let his hard cock spring free. He spat in his hand and rubbed it over his tip, guiding himself towards the centre of your parted legs. He entered you slow, one hand slipping under the bundle of fabric around your waist to grip onto your hip as he stilled inside of you, a groan slipping out as he felt your walls relax around his shaft. “More, H,” you pleaded, hooking your ankles around his back. He pulled out of you, looking down to see his head enveloped by your folds, cock twitching at the sight of your pretty pink lips wet around him. He fucked into you fast, thrusts brutal as he slammed his hips into you, catching you off guard. Every single time his tip hit your sweet spot you were crying out, your earlier orgasm only leaving you hungrier for him. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to to keep you grounded. It was as if you were on the outside looking in, watching your head lull back as he fucked into you, soul hovering somewhere separate to your body. He shifted slightly, angling you slightly upwards to hit a new, deeper angle inside of you. “So fucking big, so deep,” you whined, words tumbling out as you lost yourself in his cock. Your thighs tensed around his hips, pulling him tighter into your core as if there were anymore of him to take. Your orgasm washed over you quickly, the heat in your core bursting apart and rolling into every inch of your body. You cried out his name as you reached your climax, eyes rolling back in your head and stars all around you.

He’d never get enough of seeing you fucked out, cheeks pink and rosebud lips parted as you panted. It could send him over the brink in an instant, the combination of your walls spasming around his length as you came down from your high and the sight of what he’d done to you forcing his hot come out of him, even taking him by surprise as he painted your inner walls white. A hot and dirty little quickie was exactly what you both needed to clear your minds, keep your focus only on each other.

“Helped your nerves?” Harry grinned, wiping away a stray tear from your eye. You laughed, still dazed from your high. He slipped two fingers inside of you as he pulled out, stuffing his come back into your entrance. “You okay, sweet girl?” he asked you, helping your shaky legs to land back on the carpeted floor. “Mmm,” you hummed appreciatively, wrapping your arms around his chest as you fell into him, unsteady on your feet. “Took my cock so good, huh? Left you all broken?” Harry mewled, words muffled against your hair. He slipped an arm around your waist as you stepped away from him, holding you up as he unlocked the door. “Come on, I’ll get my driver to take you home,” he smiled, content in his post orgasm bliss.

—

“I need to tell you something,” you said, words bursting out when you finally couldn’t bite them back any longer. “What?” Joanie asked as she dropped her phone into her lap. You handed her the same gift bag Harry had given you, the necklace and note placed inside with two of the polaroids you’d taken earlier. “There isn’t a pregnancy test in here, is there?” she gasped, blue eyes wide. “No! It’s about what I’ve been up to this week,” you smiled, eyes glinting, suddenly brimming with excitement to finally tell her everything.

Joanie pulled out the pictures first, squinting at them both she passed them between her hands. She looked up at you, back down at the pictures, back up to you. Mouth agape, brows furrowed as she reached back into the gift bag. She pulled out the note next, unfolding it gently before her eyes grazed over the writing. “What the hell,” she whispered, searching in your eyes for any hint of mischief, certain this was some kind of elaborate prank. You picked up the necklace box, turning it in Joanie’s direction before you opened it and showed her the pendant inside.

“What is this?” she murmured, frozen still except for her eyes wandering over each item. “This is who I’ve been seeing,” you squeaked. You peeked out through scrunched up eyes, unable to gage her reaction at all. She gasped suddenly, drawing a hand to her mouth. “This is where he was pictured, in this hotel.”

You waited for it to hit her, the pieces already slotting together in her head but not making sense yet. “Call him,” she demanded suddenly. “If this is real then you have his number.” You giggled, pulling up your text chain in your phone.

y/n: do u have a second to call? X

Joanie grabbed the phone from you as you turned it around to show her, scrolling quickly through your messages. She paused on the first message he’d sent you, his pre-show selfie. Just as she started to zoom in on the picture, your phone started buzzing with a call. She thrust it back into your hands quickly, whisper-shouting for you to answer. “Hi love, you okay?” Harry asked, his slight northern rasp a clear giveaway now. Joanie fell back into the bed, hands clutched over her heart as she kicked at the bed, all the pieces finally coming together in her mind. “I’m okay Harry,” you laughed, watching your best friend thrash around. “Just got instructed to call you to prove you’re real.”

“Hi Joanie,” Harry called out, laughing as she squealed in the background. “I’ll let you get back to your dinner, meet me later?”

“Of course sweet girl, let y’know when I’m done,” Harry said before hanging up the call.

“Oh my fucking god, y/n! What the actual fuck?” Joanie shrieked, bolting back upright. “I know!” you laughed, grabbing a hold of her hands as you squealed with her. You told her everything, from the way you met him by chance, to your first kiss, the ‘date’ he set up for you, and everything in between.

“It sounds mental saying it out loud, I’ve felt nuts all week,” you told her, running your hands over your face. “It is nuts,” she said, still blinking quickly, trying to clear some of the shock clouding her mind. “He’s incredible, honestly. It’s been the most insane week of my life, and it’s been so difficult to keep it from you. But it’s such a big thing, it’s like, life changing already even without people knowing,” you sighed.

“Do you think he could be the one? Joanie asked. “He could be,” you grinned. “If things keep going as they are, I don’t see why we couldn’t make it.”

“I need to fucking scream. Harry fucking Styles! The Harry Styles could be your one. No wonder he was looking at you like that the entire show, here I thought he just fancies you. Turns out you luuurve each other,” Joanie babbled, throwing herself back against the mattress again, shaking her head in her hands.

Harry really had been focused on you for the whole concert, your position only a few rows back in Jonny’s place meaning he could see you clearly throughout the entire thing. Knowing that you were going to explain it all to Joanie anyway gave him permission to be as flirty as he wanted, acting as if you were the only person watching. You were certain your pre-show activities had riled him up to end too, and thank god you’d jumped his bones before watching him up there. Shirtless under his overalls, thick biceps and tanned chest on display, he’d looked delicious. He got you hot under the collar anyway, but to see the way he was acting while looking like that, you could’ve easily blown off telling Joanie in favour of getting fucked into a coma by your favourite man. “Come on, let’s get you home,” you laughed, suddenly burning up as you thought about your man. “And not a word to Tom,” you warned, jabbing Joanie in the ribs as you stood up.

You messaged Harry to let him know you wouldn’t be long, you were only walking Joanie to the nearest tube station so just long enough for Harry to finish his meal with Anne and Gemma before coming to meet you.

Once you’d hugged Joanie goodbye and promised to give her the details of your evening with Harry, you lingered by the entrance of the station, bouncing on your heels as you waited for him. It was so silly but so exciting, meeting him in a public place and not worrying about prying eyes or how you’d explain your appearance on the front of tabloids to your best friend. You could hear laughter from across the street, and your heart bubbled in your chest when you looked over. There he was, laughing and joking with fans he’d bumped into. You strolled towards him, somewhat subconsciously, drawn to his presence. Harry glanced over to see who was approaching and his face lit up, a huge toothy grin taking over his features. “Thank you girls, I’ve got to run,” he smiled at the young fans, eyes sparkling as he watched you where you stopped, leant against the wall just a few feet away from him. “Hi darling,” he grinned, whipping out an enormous bouquet of roses from behind his back. You gasped, eyes flitting between the flowers and his smile as he held them out for you, planting a gentle kiss to your lips as your hands met around the paper-clad stems. They were the biggest and probably most beautiful roses you’d ever seen. Twice the size of the ones you’d see in supermarket aisles, the perfect pale pink and ivory. “They’re incredible, H. What did I do to deserve these? Or what did you do?” you laughed, taking a big sniff of the floral scent. “Jus’ saw them and thought of you,” he smiled, taking your free hand in his. “This is nice,” you told him, head resting against his arm as you walked. He hummed appreciatively, squeezing your hand in his.

“Look, H!” you pointed, spotting a familiar sight that you hadn’t noticed before. The starbucks where you’d first met, only 5 days yet somehow a lifetime ago. “Can you imagine if we hadn’t both gone there?”

“Can you imagine if I didn’t work up the courage to talk t’you?” Harry laughed, tugging you across the road to get a coffee.

—

“How many kids are we going to have?”

“Hm?” you looked over at Harry, swilling the last dregs of your latte around the walls of the cup. You were back on his balcony now, looking out over the city that had brought you your love. It was so comfortable now, so right between the two of you that even sitting there in silence felt like something you’d done so many times, for so many years. It was scary, terrifying and yet so exciting. You were almost waiting for the other shoe to drop, scared to look around the corner in case a secret girlfriend or personality change was waiting to trip you up.

Harry repeated himself, lips curving into a tiny smirk. “Start with one and see how that one turns out I think,” you told him. He laughed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he looked over you. He watched you like he wanted to drink in everything about you, searching for any new detail to memorise.

“What are you thinking about, princess?” he asked you, noticing how lost in thought you were.

“I’m just frightened, H. It’s only been 5 days,” you told him, looking over at him with big brown eyes. “I know, sweet girl. S’a lot so soon, huh?” he replied, holding one of your hands to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. You nodded, “yeah. And I- not that I don’t think we could work but it’s scary. Having the world know my name and forever being associated with you if the distance is too much.”

“Then come with me,” he pleaded, “be my little groupie.” He was smirking now, though his eyes remained serious. “I can’t, Harry,” you groaned. “It’s too late notice to take any longer off work and not all of us are rich.”

“Then quit your job. Let me help you just until the tour finishes and then you can find something else.”

“You are so out of touch,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I can’t just quit my job, not work my notice and then expect something else to come up in a month.”

“Says who?”

“Says the world, you doughnut.”

“Marry me.”

“Harry! You are so insane,” you shrieked.

“I’m serious. Marry me, be with me forever, have my babies.” He really was dead serious, toying with his rings as he looked at you.

“I am not marrying you after 5 days.”

“Then we’ll just date.“

“Date?”

He stood up as you questioned him, suddenly rushing out of the hotel room. You followed him slowly, laughing as he knocked on the door. “Come in,” you called out. “Open it, woman,” Harry shouted, fist banging on the wood again. He was standing there grinning as you opened it to let him back in, totally confused by what he was up to.

“Hi, I’m Harry,” he started, holding out a hand for you to shake. “I know we’ve just met but I’m falling in love with you, and I’d love to take you out tomorrow night.”

EEEEE!!!!! my little loves. i thought this was a nice place to end it but rest assured i have about 7 ideas for extras already half drafted so this won’t be the last you see of these 2!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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[kkami-writes]

waiting for us — chapter forty five. andong wc. 736 + 2 SS

The trip to Andong isn’t too bad with you ending up in the car driven by Minho, sandwiched between Felix and Jeongin. Half of the ride is spend listening to music, all of the boys singing along loudly while the other half is spent asleep, head nestled on Felix’s shoulder.

You take the time to get settled into your room before you and Seungmin decide to head towards the garden. It ends up being not too far from the hotel so you had decided to walk, enjoying the rather nice day outside.

The garden is breathtaking, pretty arched bridges and rivers with cute koi fish. Plus it was the perfect time of the year as the sakura trees were just starting to bloom. You had quickly learned that Seungmin had a bit of an ulterior motive for picking this spot. He had not stopped taking pictures of you, quietly posing you - falling into his photographer mindset. The boys had warned you that when Seungmin got inspired it was hard to get him to stop. But the way his eyes were looking at you so softly made you reluctant. So like always, you let the boy indulge just a little.

The date is comfortable, small talk here and there. You had already known that Seungmin was one of the more quiet ones, reserved. Though you had definitely seen him be just as chaotic and unhinged as the rest of them, you just figured he needed to get used to you, which you totally didn’t blame him for.

The two of you sat on a bench, not too close, a few inches apart and you could tell Seungmin was nervous, fiddling with his fingers. He had been fairly normal on the date, though most of the time was spent behind the camera and now that he could hide behind it, the nerves came back at full force.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin mutters suddenly. Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to look at the boy. He’s looking anywhere but you.

“For what?”

Seungmin shrugs. “For being awkward. I’m- bad with feelings, sometimes I really don’t know how to express myself so I can come off indifferent or even mean. And I’m probably the least good looking out of everyone. Though to be fair they’re all pretty hot. Don’t tell them I said that,”

At that you gasp and swat at his arm, of course not very hard but it causes him to look back over to you, blinking at your reaction.

“How dare you?” Seungmin’s expression suddenly turns fearful at your words but you continue before he can panic. “First of all I need you to know how insanely attractive you are? Like? Fuck. You are so handsome Seungmin. All of you guys are, there is no tier list of who is the prettiest. So if I hear you saying something like that again I will be drilling it into your head that you are gorgeous,” He’s blushing furiously now but you’re not finished. “And I think we both know that I’m just as bad with feelings like my ass didn’t try to run away at the first thought of finding my soulmates. So we can be bad with feelings together ok? Besides maybe you’re not good at verbally expressing your affection but you definitely show it. The way you subtly care about the others, subconsciously trying to take care of them. It shows Seungmin and they know it to. So don’t sell yourself short just because you don’t express your love in the same way,”

He’s still blinking at you, cheeks flushed and staring at you a little starry eyed. Before you can even ask if you had said too much he’s cupping your cheeks and pulling you towards him. It’s a rather quick kiss, just lips pressed together for a few seconds but it still manages to take your breath away. When Seungmin pulls back he’s grinning a little cheekily, nodding his head towards the entrance of the garden.

He clears his throat. “Shall we go? The others will probably be wondering where we are and blowing up our phones soon,”

This time you’re the one blinking at him, a pretty red taking over your face. “Um. Yeah. Ok,” You’re reduced to simple words, moving to follow Seungmin who seems very pleased with himself. It seems that someone has clearly found their confidence. You certainly don’t mind though.

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[bysaber]

Breaking up ft. Satoru Gojo

Day 13 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you break up with your partner a few weeks prior christmas.

word count — 1.2k

content — hurt/comfort, gojo is emotionally constipated but he’s trying ok, lowercase intended

notes — today was supposed to be obito’s fic but i wrote this one first because im kinda… going thru the same thing lol. enjoy <3

everything feels out of place as you lay in bed trying to place together pieces of an unfinished puzzle.

two weeks have passed since the last time you and gojo spoke to each other. two weeks since you broke up with him, leaving a part of your heart behind.

you know you have to move on, but it’s hard when you have years of friendship and a one-year-long relationship weighing on your back. you look back to all the efforts you put into it and, foremost, you can’t completely let him go.

you always knew about gojo’s personality, in fact, you fell in love with it. but it became unsustainable when you were the one doing everything while he sat back and watched.

you used to say to him, “you are a good person. you are the best person I’ve fallen for, like a window of light in the dark.” and never once you regretted those words. you made sure to repeat them to him during the breakup.

you truly believe satoru’s a good person, and he never intended to hurt you. what defined the fate of your relationship was his inconstancy, his fear of emotions.

gojo could shower you with kisses and “i love you”s for days, but they were always half-hearted and, whenever the conversation between the two of you took a deeper turn, he would instantly shut down.

become cold, even.

he also didn’t care much about life in general, talking about several topics and simply forgetting to ask simple questions like “how was your day?”

you knew he cared, but it didn’t feel like he did.

it killed you every time he’d disappear for an entire day, especially on days you weren’t okay, not even bothering to reply to your texts, and then replying with a mere “i was busy” – you knew it already, but a text would be nice.

and to match his emotionless self, you were the embodiment of intensity.

you tried to crack up his shell, always paying attention to what he said and remembering it. you dove head first into every interest he had, and supported him in every choice he made.

you cared, you asked and, mostly, you talked.

multiple times, you tried to express how you felt, how you wish he could open up more and maybe just regard you a little more – a few texts not to worry you wouldn’t hurt. gojo said he was like that, but that he would try to be better.

what mined your relationship was that lie.

because he never even tried.

and after another month of dealing with all of that, with not feeling wanted enough, cared enough, you decided to end everything.

you can’t lie a little part of you hoped he would fight for you, ask for you to stay. but as you watched distress filling his eyes, all he could muster was, “i’m really sorry i couldn’t be better.”

and you lost everything you thought you had.

you blink away your tears, trying to escape from your painful thoughts, and get up from the bed – it’s past seven now and you need to start getting ready for a christmas party at one of your friends’ house.

you need to move on.

after taking a quick shower, you put on the red dress you’ve decided to wear – a dress that gojo bought for you months before – before starting to do your makeup.

this is when your doorbell rings.

you frown, “who is it?” you yell as you make your way toward the door, but there’s no time for an answer before you open it.

you almost close it again when you see your ex-boyfriend standing there, but you don’t. you know you need to be mature about this situation, even if seeing him makes all the walls you’ve been building crumble down.

it hurts.

“gojo.”

you don’t look him in the eye, focusing on his christmas sweater instead. funnily, the one you gave him a year ago.

“can i come in? it’s freezing outside.”

if you looked into his eyes, though, you would see the big blue bag under them. you would see how faded his blue irises are, and how fucking anxious satoru is.

you don’t ask further questions, letting him into the house he knows all too well before you close the door. he follows you like a lost puppy, and keeps standing when you sit on the couch.

“you look gorgeous,” he compliments meekly.

“thank you. what do you want?” it takes all of you to not start crying right then and there, but you know you have to be firm.

“i want you back.”

satoru doesn’t beat around the bush, and the silence that follows is so loud it can be heard. you feel your heart beating in an insane rhythm, and your head spins.

“gojo, you can’t–”

“you were right. you are right. about everything,” he interrupts you. “i was a boy, and for that i’m sorry. i acted like you had to keep up with my shit, like you would always be there, and i’m sorry for that too,” gojo speaks so fast you can barely keep up with him, like he’s going to die if he doesn’t say those words. “i thought i couldn’t change, i thought i didn’t have to. because it is easier to live the way i live, but… it is much harder to live without you.”

“gojo–”

again, he doesn’t let you speak, “don’t call me that. please, don’t call me that,” gojo drops on his knees in front of you and grabs your hand. “call me satoru, toru, baby, love for all i care. just not gojo. i’ve been miserable without you, i never thought a person could get so miserable,” his voice cracks, pulling your hand towards his face in a desperate attempt to be comforted. “i promise you i will do better, i will pay attention, text you all the time, tell you all about my past and what made me who i am, scream through my pain for what’s worth. just take me back, please.”

you are so deeply in shock that it takes you a while to register the tears falling down his face, his eyes closed as he expects the worst.

all it takes is for your thumb to caress his cheek softly, and satoru sobs. you grab his face with both of your hands, cleaning his teardrops as your own fall, and you gently kiss his forehead.

it kills you to see him like that, but at the same time it gives you a reason to live to know that he’s willing to try. for you.

you kiss his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips.

satoru whimpers, pulling you into an embrace so strong you’re afraid he’ll never let go.

“toru,” you say when you part your lips and bury your face in his neck, feeling his scent. “everything’s okay now. i’m here, i’ll take care of you.”

“missed you so much, i’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“i missed you, too,” you confess, finally looking into his eyes and frowning when you notice he hasn't slept. “what’s past is past, we’ll be okay. but i guess we should just sleep a bit, hm? it was one hell of a ride.”

“sleep together, right?”

he sounds so clingy, you chuckle lightly.

“yes, toru. together.”

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[cranberryjuice-posts]

Do I make you nervous

Pairings: Abby Anderson x medic! Fem! reader

Abby stumbled into the medic tent. At first she was pissed because she had to hear an earful from Issac for ‘almost dying’ which she thought was total bullshit.

Then he yelled at her to get her act together before kicking her out the apartment complex and sending her down to the med bay.

There were some whispers here n there but Abby just ignored them; mainly focused on seeing her favorite medic. Normally Abby hated being in the infirmary but you for whatever reason made it more enjoyable.

—

She sat down on the cot and leaned back waiting for you to walk over. Once you did Abby felt as though she got the wind nocked out of her.

Your hair was pulled back like normal and your outfit was a simple tanktop and cargo pants.

Abby however noticed how your top fitted your figure and gave her not complaining a nice view.

“So what did you do this time” you started to grab some medical supplies while catching your breath.

“Who says it’s something I did” she gave a sarcastic smile but that didn’t seem to amuse you. Walking back to her you started to wrap her cut arm up.

“Well from what I hear Issac really went off on you” you chuckled and looked up at her teasingly. “You know for getting ambushed by infected, loosing your gun, oh and don’t forget slicing your forearm and face open but your right you didn’t do anything.

She groaned, with her freehand she rubbed her eyes. “Who snitched”

“Manny”

“Of course”

“So to ask again.. what did you do”

Abby just sighed, she tried to ignore the uncomfortableness of you stitching up her wound . “Nothing much to tell.. some bloater came out of now where, fucked up my gun— it’s dead now obviously but” she just shrugged.

You however weren’t buying it. “Annndd this” you lightly held up her arm that was half closed. Abby mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

“What was That”

“I said I fell on my ass and sliced it open” Abby’s tone was filled with embarrassment.. at first she expected you to laugh but you just nodded. “Well I guess we cant all be Perfect huh.. expect for me of course”

Abby just chuckled and shook her head.. you soon finished cleaning her arm and wrapped it up before moving to her face .

You held Abby’s face with a certian care. Dabbing to wound Abby shifted around making you smile lightly. “You seem uncomfortable” setting down the cotton ball and picking up a bandaid as the cut wasn’t deep. You placed it on her cheek but dragged your thumb to her bottom lip. “Do I make you nervous Anderson”

“No” was all Abby could manage. It seemed like you two were about to kiss before manny busted into your tent.

“Ok so Issac— what happened” he chuckled seeing how you were moved across the room suddently taking Interest in how many bandages you had stocked up, he took note of Abby’s red face and he just gave her a thumbs up making her scowl. “Well like I was saying Issac wants you to take a week off so in his words ‘you can get rid of whatever’s making you fuck up and get your act together’ “

She just nodded, manny soon left and Abby followed suit however before she could leave you grabbed her arm.

“Careful Anderson you still need some medicine”

“What do You mean you already fixed me up? If you talking a pill or something just save it for someone else” Abby insisted however you pulled her down to your height and kissed her.

Abby grabbed your waist and lifted you up some so you were on your tippy toes as you both kissed. You both pulled away for some air. “Damn.. that’s good medicine” she panted with a smile. “Got anymore”

You smiled back “Nuh uh Abby medicine is scarce you can’t be greedy” she just laughed and kissed you again.

—

Abby turned to leave but walked up behind you and grabbed your waist again befote whispering in your ear. “Come by tonight Kay.. I’m gonna need a lot more medicine you know because of my arm n shit” she kissed your neck and laughed as you pushed her away.

“I just said don’t be greedy” jokingly you shoved her out of your section in the infirmary.

Twking a break from all that damn angst I’ve been writing (there’s a shit ton in my drafts)

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Next thing you know

Pairings: Hangman x reader

Thank you so much @imjess-themess for proofreading this for me.

Summary: The story of Jake Seresin falling in love.

This fic was inspired by a song called ‘Next Thing You Know’ by Jordan Davis and as soon as I heard it I couldn’t get the image of Jake out of my head so here it is.

Part 2

‘You meet a girl in a bar and next thing you know’

The Hard deck was packed when you walked in after Natasha. “Come on (y/n), I can see them.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowds of people to the back of the room, where there was a large group of aviators huddled around a pool table. You recognised one of them as Bob, Nat’s backseater, who waved at you before realising he’d thrown half a cup of peanuts down himself. You smiled awkwardly at him as his round cheeks became dusted with pink. You had a soft spot for poor Bob.

“Well look who we have here. If it ain’t Phoenix,” a blond man stood with a pool stick in hand smiling over at them. “And you bought a friend too huh.”

“Leave her alone Hangman, she just moved here and she doesn’t need the likes of you trying to pounce on her.”

Hangman held his hands up in mock surrender, “As if I would,” he said innocently but you could tell that he was already plotting a way to talk to you.

“Everyone this is (y/n), she just moved here last week. She's the new Top Gun naval engineer.” A small wave of hellos passed through the group and you gave them all a small wave before they continued their game. You took a seat next to Bob while Nat went to grab some beers. “So how's your first week been,” Bob asked, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously.

“Umm yeah, it's been ok. Still trying to unpack everything, you know?” Bob nodded in agreement, before turning back to his cup of peanuts. You were watching the other aviators' game when you felt someone’s presence next to you. looking up you came face to face with Hangman. “Jake Seresin at your service.” You held his large hand out to you with a gleaming smile on his face.

“(Y/n),” you replied shyly, trying to avoid eye contact with the very attractive man in front of you. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh no darling, the pleasure is all mine.”

‘There’s a U-Haul trailer, next thing you know’

“Jesus darling, how many more boxes have you got,” Jake asked, coming through the front door into the kitchen where you were trying to fit everything into a cupboard.

“Not that much more, I only bought the essentials as you said you had everything.”

Jake laughed, placing the box on the kitchen counter and coming around to face you. He cradled your face in his hands and he leaned down to place a delicate kiss on your lips. He moved your hands up to tangle into his blonde hair and he let out a moan as you tugged on it softly.

“Oi love birds,” Rooster shouted from the doorway, “Are you gonna help unload this stuff or not?” You laughed and Jake smiled down at you, stroking your cheek softly.

“We’re coming, Roo, don’t worry.”

‘Next thing you know

You're savin' money like never before, just to

Spend it all at a jewellery store’

“I don’t know Roo. There are just so many to choose from. I don’t know which one (y/n) will want.” Jake sighed, slumping down on the car in the third jewellery store they’d been to.

Rooster looked sympathetically down at his fellow aviator. He’d never seen Jake so distressed before.

“Listen man, I know you want to pick the most perfect one, but honestly (y/n) isn’t the type of girl who wants a giant rock, she just wants you. Look at these over here, they are simple but elegant and (y/n) likes silver jewellery.”

He pulled Jake up off the chair and guided him towards the counter.

“Look, what about that one? It’s small and simple but it’s elegant and pretty.” Rooster looked at the other man questioningly.

“Umm yeah, actually I like that one. Do you think that’s the one?”

“I think it might be buddy. Do you think (y/n) will like it?”

“Yeah, I hope so. God, I just hope she says yes,” Jake’s eyes were filled with worry as he turned to his friend.

“You have nothing to worry about Jake, she is besotted with you.”

The evening had gone smoothly, you’d been out to dinner, and had a lovely walk along the beach and you were currently seated on the sand, watching the sunset. Jake had been acting strange all evening. He was nervous, you could see the sweat trickling down his forehead and his eyes couldn’t meet yours.

“Honey, what’s wrong,” you placed your hand on top of his and he jumped slightly at the contact.

“Umm…nothing… I” he stammered. Jake Seresin was never nervous, he always kept his cool but not tonight. “(Y/n) there’s uh… there’s something I want to ask you and I’ve been trying to find the perfect moment and… oh god I’m so nervous,” he laughed and stood up still not facing you. You sat there confused as you watched your boyfriend pace up and down in front of you.

“(Y/n) I never really was a love-at-first-sight kind of guy, I was never really a falling-in-love kind of guy. I’d never really had a serious relationship, and I’d certainly never lived with anyone but umm…. but when I met you everything changed. I wanted to be the man who was always there, who could be relied on. I wanted to be the guy that you always wanted to come home to. Who you could tell your secrets and fears to so I could make everything ok. I want to be that man for the rest of my life (y/n). I want to be that man for you. So I guess what I’m trying to say is…'' he stopped pacing and knelt in front of you, pulling a ring box from his pocket.

“What I’m trying to say is (y/n) will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?”

You sat there, too shocked to speak, tears streaming down your face. Slowly, you lent forward, nodding frantically as you threw your arms around Jake’s neck.

“Umm darling I’m gonna need you to use your words,” Jake mumbled into your hair. You drew away quickly.

“Oh yes. God yes. 100% yes Jake! I love you so much.”

Jake beamed from ear to ear and laughed happily, slipping the delicate ring onto your finger.

“I love you too darling.”

‘Next thing you know

Your best man gives a half-drunk speech’

“And so yeah… that’s how Jake got his callsign.” Bradley slurred drunkenly, raising his glass of Prosecco into the air as he swayed wildly. Bob and Fanboy had hold of him on either side to stop him from falling.

Everyone laughed and Jake’s face was bright red, embarrassed that Bradley had just shared one of his biggest secrets. You laughed beside your husband. Husband. You couldn’t quite believe that this perfect man beside you was your husband, that he had chosen you. As if Jake knew what you were thinking he linked his hand with yours.

“You look, perfect darling. You're so beautiful. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” You smiled up at him before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips.

“Well, I think I’m the lucky one. I don’t know how I ended up with this hunk of an aviator but I'm so glad I did.” Jake pressed a loving kiss on your forehead and you shut your eyes, enjoying his warm embrace.

“I love you,” Jake whispered.

“I love you too.” Your peaceful moment was soon interrupted by Phoenix shouting for help as she disappeared after a very drunk Bradley who jumped around singing ‘Great Balls of Fire’. Jake sighed “Why do I always have to deal with a drunk Rooster? It’s always me.” He moaned, standing up from his chair. “Duty calls.”

You laughed, “ Go get ‘em handsome.” Smiling you watch your husband head over to your friends. At that moment you thought to yourself, you’d never really mentioned children to Jake before but he would make an amazing father.

‘Next thing you know

There's a test on the counter’

The test had been sitting on the bathroom side for half an hour now and you still couldn’t bring yourself to look. You were sitting on the bed next to Jake, hands interlocked as you both stared at the bathroom door.

“Darling, I think we should look. We need to know ok.” He rubbed a soothing circle on your lower back. You swallowed and nodded at him.

“You look. I’m too nervous… I can’t…” Your voice broke and a few tears trickled down your cheek. Jake caught them with this thumb as he held the side of your face. “It’s going to be ok love. Whatever the test shows it’s going to be ok.” With that he stood up and walked slowly into the bathroom, retrieving the test from the counter and slowly turning it over in his palm. You watched his face intently for any sign of a change and when he turned to you he had a bright smile on his face and tears filled his green eyes. “Baby it’s positive.” You looked at him shocked as he hurried over to you, placing the white stick into your palm. You looked down, hands shaking as you saw it, that little pink plus. Your breathing increased, hands continued to shake as you turned to your husband. “It’s… it’s positive… I’m… we’re having a baby Jake… we’re having a baby.”

“Yes, we are,” Jake sobbed, pulling you into him as you both cried. “We’re going to be parents.” He cried into your shoulder and you held him close, you were now comforting him. “We are Jake, we are.” You both held each other for a long time and by the time you finally let go it had become dark outside. “First thing tomorrow we need to go to the doctor, I wanna get one of those little picture things to show the Dagger Squad.” Jake began reeling off all the things we’d have to do and things we would need.

“Jake. Jake just calm down, baby. Ok. It’s ok we can do this, let's just take things slow. Tomorrow we can go for a scan and get a sonogram.”

“Ok,” Jake replied, grinning like a madman. “Thank you so much.” He said before pulling you in for another hug. “Thank you.”

‘Cause next thing you know

You're wearing scrubs and a funny white hat and the

Doctor's sayin', how you doin' there dad’

Your entire pregnancy has gone smoothly. The baby had been growing well and you’d had little discomfort with very little morning sickness. Jake kept telling you how much you were growling and he loved you more and more each day. You had everything planned and your hospital bag packed but your baby had other ideas. You’d had cramps all evening and Jake had been rubbing your back and giving you hot water bottles to try and help. You’d both gone to bed early but you were woken in the early hours of the morning in agony. You groaned, propping yourself up and that’s when you felt the wetness between your legs, pulling back the covers you were met with a scene from a horror film. There was blood all down your legs and all over the sheets. “Jake!” You grabbed his shoulder, shaking it violently. “Jake please,” you sobbed, shaking your husband as he woke up with a start.

“Darling? Darling, what’s wrong?” He looked down at you and his face beams deathly white. “Oh shit. Darling, we gotta get you to the hospital. Come on.” He helped you up and out to the car, before grabbing the hospital bag. You must have broken every traffic law on the way to the hospital.

You were crying in agony when you got to the hospital and Jake carried you from the car and into the lobby. As soon as you were in the hospital it was like a whirlwind. There were doctors and nurses everywhere and the pain was getting worse. Jake was there throughout, smoothing the hair across your head and whispering comforting words in your ear. At one point one of the doctors took Jake out of the room and it seemed like an eternity until they returned. You found yourself becoming more tired and you were fighting to keep your eyes open. You could hear the heartbeat monitor beside you slowing slightly and Jake’s voice in the distance before everything went black.

It was something from Jake’s worst nightmare. He’d read up on all the things that could go wrong throughout pregnancy but he never thought it would happen to you. As soon as you crashed he was ushered out of the room by a nurse and forced to sit in the waiting room as he watched more and more staff flood into your room. Not long after a doctor came out and explained that you had hemorrhaged and was thrusting a consent form for a c- section under his nose. Jake was frozen to the spot as the doctor explained all the risks but he didn’t have a choice. It was your only choice and he wasn’t about to let you die. He signed it quickly before passing it back to the doctor.

“You have to save them please.” He could feel tears streaming down.

“We will do our best.” Was all the doctor said before walking down the corridor. Jake broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. He could lose you, he couldn’t lose either of you. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number of the only person he could think of.

“Hey Jake what’s up? It’s pretty early man, what are you doing up?”

“I… I need you. Something wrong with (y/n)… the baby… I.”

“Hey, hey man slow down. Where are you?” Rooster asked, adrenaline running through his veins.

“We’re Umm… we’re at the hospital.”

“I’m on my way. Ok. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Jake hung up without replying and sat there in silence. There was nothing else he could do except sit and wait. When Bradley arrived the tears came flooding again and he held Jake in his arms, trying to comfort him. He’d sent a message to Phoenix on the way over here and she said she’d pass the news on to the rest of the Dagger Squad. They all pulled together during (y/n)’s pregnancy and had become a support net for the couple so they were all feeling the same fear Jake was.

They couldn’t lose (y/n) and the baby.

It felt like hours they had sat in the waiting room before eventually, the doctor came to see them. He explained that (y/n)’s condition was stable and so was the baby. They were both going to be ok. He allowed both men into your room although you were still recovering from the anaesthetic.

Jake couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked in. You were so very pale and your eyes were still closed. “Oh baby,” Jake rushed to your side, cradling your face in his hands as he kissed your forehead. Tears began to flow down his cheeks again. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

“Mr. Seresin?” One of the nurses was standing in the doorway with a small white bundle in her arms. “I thought you’d like to meet your son.”

“My…my son? I have a son?” Jake stammered, stumbling towards the door.

“Yes, you do. You have a son. Would you like to take a seat and then you can hold him?”

Jake wordlessly sat in the chair beside your bed and the nurse placed the small bundle into his arms before leaving the room. Looking down Jake could see the tiny little human wriggling around in his blanket. He had his eyes and your nose and a small dusting of blonde hair on his head. “He’s perfect,” Jake whispered and Rooster made his way over to his friend, peeking over his shoulder. “Oh, Jake, he's beautiful. He looks just like you guys.”

Jake nodded, silently taking in his son's appearance. The two men didn’t notice as you stirred beside them. Your eyes fluttered open and you took in your surroundings. The pain you felt earlier was now just a dull ache, although you felt sore across your lower abdomen. You turned to your side and couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Your husband was sitting, tears in his eyes, smiling down at a small white bundle, while Bradley was standing beside him with the same look of awe on his face. You coughed lightly and the two men looked up at you. “Oh, darling, you're awake.” Jake handed the baby over to Bradley, who stood awkwardly, trying to support his head.

“Oh, god love. You gave me such a fright, I thought I’d lost you.” Jake’s eyes shone with tears and you reached up your hand, cradling his face. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” You laughed.

“Don’t worry darling, I never want to get rid of you. I love you so much. I…” He began when there was a soft cry from behind you. You both looked around at Bradley who was grinning excitedly. “(Y/n) there’s someone here who's very keen to meet you.” Jake helped prop you up with the pillows, as Bradley slowly bought your son over.

“Oh, Jake, they're beautiful.” You said as the child was lowered into your arms.

“Yes, he is.” Jake agreed.

“He? Do we have a son? Jake, we have a baby boy. Hi little guy I’m your mummy.”

“You certainly know how to make an entrance little man.”

The couple looked so comfortable, cuddled up together with their newborn. Bradley snapped a quick picture before saying his goodbyes. He sent the picture straight to the Dagger group chat, who were all relieved that both (y/n) and the baby were ok.

“Have you thought of any names for the little guy?”

Jake nuzzled his face into your shoulder. “Well we talked about so many different names but after everything we went through tonight there’s only one I can think of.” You looked at him questioningly.

Jake continued, “well when you crashed and the doctors said you needed surgery the only person I could think of calling was Bradley. He’s been there for us through everything and…”

“I think Bradley’s perfect.” You grinned at your husband.

“You do?“ He asked, eyes filled with hope.

“Yes, I do.”

You both looked down at the little boy in your arms. “Hey Bradley, welcome to the world.”

Nestled in that hospital room was Jake’s whole world, he couldn’t see a world without you in it and now he couldn’t see one without Bradley either.

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“shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” 💢

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warnings: kissing, argument, hurt/comfort, fluff, i’m a corny girl okay, cursing.

today was just, not a good day. one thing after another, things just started to make you feel shitty. you woke up to go get yourself tea or coffee, when you started the car you realized you stupidly forgot to fill up the gas yesterday. when you got home, your dumbass cat scratched up your blanket. after you decided to lay down on the couch, you tripped over your shoelaces and hit the corner of your table. after that, you stayed in your bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

he was always so considerate of you, always trying to make you laugh, or make you feel loved. he was the guy to give you little massages when you felt an ounce of stress, praise you for doing something simple as making the bed, being absolute husband material. once you heard the door rattling, all of those bad thoughts completely left. you decided to stay in bed trying to stop smiling as much as you were. you felt a little pathetic as you were composing yourself even though you saw your boyfriend 7 hours prior, butterflies could’ve rattled out of you if they tried.

alex came into the room, he barely mentioned a little, “hi” as he walked into the room immediately sitting at his desk. you were taken a bit back but thought “ok no big deal, he probably just is busy.. like always.”you get up wrapping your arms around his shoulders. surprisingly he takes my arms placing them back into your lap, squeezing your elbow before letting go. “not right now babe.” he looks over to me motioning to the computer, “kind of busy.” at that moment the confusion settled as hurt. you felt like you were being dramatic, but you just wanted to be cuddly after a shitty day.

“uhm sorry..is something wrong?”

he looks over at me a little annoyed, still trying too seem like himself. “babe. i need to get this done for the server okay? thank you.” he sternly scolded turning back to his computer. “alex cmon, a few minuets can’t hurt..” he rolls his eyes getting agitated. “okay i already said it really nicely. i don’t want your company right now. okay?” you felt all the butterflies turn into little streaks of lighting. you attempted to say something with nothing coming out. you slammed the door as you went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water keeping yourself from not reacting. speaking quietly to yourself,”stop being dramatic, stop being dramatic, stop being dra-“ your thoughts stopped as alex walked in.

he subtly walks in with his arms slightly crossed, and then releases them. “cmon, what the fuck was that?” you sigh turning around, all of that stress turning into a little bit of anger. “i have had a terrible day alright? and i simply just wanted a LITTLE sweet moment with my boyfriend.” he sighs nodding, he will always hear you out even when annoyed. “i understand that okay? but baby i really need to get my work done, and you just..”

you manage to finally express how your feeling. “what? i’m annoying is that what your saying?” he holds the bridge of his nose, his eyes sealed shut. “don’t do that. we both know i didn’t do anything wrong.“ you pant out quietly out of exasperation. “maybe in your perspective. but i’m just telling you what you said really did hurt me and i-“ he finally has enough slamming his hand down onto the counter. “OH MY GOD COULD YOU JJST FUCKING STOP?!”

my mouth clenched when suddenly your loving boyfriend yelled at you. you looked down feeling tears go into your face, mouth quivering as you tried to not let the frown appear on your face, you felt so fucking bad. alex didn’t realize you were upset, as he kept talking. “i mean babe, cmon, i simply was just trying to say that this is s-“ a little cry came out of your mouth before he could finish. that little sound turned into soft whimpers and hiccups, as you wiped your face.

quackity sighed and thought to himself, “shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” he goes over to you, putting his arms around your back rubbing it slightly. he puts his head on top yours, kissing your head, as you rock back and forth lightly. he mumbles quietly,” i’m, i’m sorry love… i wasn’t fucking thinking and i just- i was an idiot just then…” you sniffle trying to calm down, as your completely embarrassed. he lightly glides his hands around your waist, having you sit on the couch with him. “cmon… let’s go sweet girl, cmon..”

he sits you on the couch, tugging you into his side like your a little koala. you wrap his arms around him, as he plays with your hair, putting strands of hair behind your ears. he looks at you with a sympathetic look, saying quietly. “tell me all about it. the reason why was your day so horrible ” you close your eyes trying to conceal your stuff, once you actually open your mouth, rambles start actually bursting out.

“w-well i hit my leg accidentally really hard, the cat scratched my favorite blanket, i forgot to put gas in the fucking car, and i didn’t eat today and i just want food.” you say as words went absolutely everywhere, you were feeling like absolute shit. he listens to every word at the end of your long sentence, he kisses your forehead.”it’s gonna be okay.” i nod knowing he was right, he places me in his lap hugging me. slowly rocking me as he kisses me gently. i slowly let myself fall asleep in the crook of his neck, mentally exhausted.

you wake up the next day, stretching your brittle back as you lazily get up. you look over to the bed trying to find your phone, to your surprise, you see something else. dark red gorgeous roses, with a white lacey ribbion tying them all together. right next to it is a cute panda stuffy, it was holding a heart with the message “i’m sorry :(“ on it, cheesy motherfucker. you laugh softly to yourself, confused on when he did this for you. continuing searching for your phone, it’s like your child lets be honest. you feel someone gently lifting you up, a yelp leaving your mouth. you turn around, your boyfriend having a annoying smirk on his face. you gently smack his shoulder, where he takes your arms kissing you as he leans you down 1950s romcom style. “idiot.” you mumble to him smiling. he nods and laughs,”sooo.. what do you think of the little, surprise hm? what do iii get??” he teasingly

“a girlfriend who isn’t pissed off at you?” he rolls his eyes, nodding a little bit. he hugs you again, picking you up bridal style. “put me down!” you yell through all of your laughing. he spins you around throwing you onto the couch. he lays down to the side of you, his lips attacking your neck, probably going to leave marks that he’s going to be proud of. you lean your head to the side, smiling softly as combing his hair back, “your forgiven,” he almost giggles against your neck, “i know.”

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Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)

Summary: Upon waking up late in the day and experiencing the familiar irritating and bothersome symptoms of your upcoming menstrual cycle, who better to ease your pain and discomfort than your boyfriend, Joel Miller? He is a man made of compassion and a lot of love to give, but there’s a lot more to offer. Especially after reading a book you suggested that piques his interest in sexual play. 

WC: 4k 

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI! Established relationship. Mentions of Menstrual Cycle Symptoms. (I should state that the Reader isn’t on her period, but is experiencing the symptoms). Teaching Joel a few things about sex. Swearing. Smut. Reader is horny af and looks for Joel’s help. Sensitive/sore breasts. Breast/Nipple play. Unprotected PIV Sex. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Hints of aftercare and coming down from an intense high. Spanking. Marking. Mentions of Voyeurism. Fluff. 

AN: Ok, I started of with a simple idea for this fic, but it turned into something else as the story progressed lmao! I hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed typing this up, my loves. ❤️

Gasping as you awake, you quickly raise your hand to shield yourself from the blinding glare of sunlight slipping through the gaps of the curtains. Although it’s warm and it feels nice against your skin, it’s just too bright to look at. So instead, you turn over to look at the clock on your bedside cabinet and groan at the time it displays. 

“Shit,” you mumble whilst rubbing your eyes, “that's too goddamn late.” 

It’s exactly three minutes past twelve o’clock. You have slept far too long than you usually like to and have awoken on the wrong side of the bed, literally and figuratively. This is Joel’s side of the bed and you don’t feel so good either. You feel hot and dizzy, the room is spinning ever so slightly and throwing you off balance even though you’re laying perfectly still. Though, the faint twinges of pain in your lower back is most bothersome. 

As you sit up and perch yourself on the side of the bed, your sudden bout of dizzy spells begins to disperse but is replaced with dehydration instead. You need a glass of water. A really tall glass of water. The dryness in your throat is nothing like you’ve ever felt before. It’s as if you’ve been sleeping with your mouth open all night long and it feels uncomfortable. How have I slept this late? You wonder, and feel baffled as to why you still feel exhausted. 

Standing up from the bedside and raising your arms to stretch, you immediately wince with pain when your shirt grazes along your nipples. The contact was sore and sensitive, but as you lowered your arms and looked down at your chest, you could see them protruding through the fabric and it suddenly became clear. The dizziness, the dehydration, sleeping in late and pain in your lower back and breasts; they’re all tell-tale signs that your menstrual cycle is nearing. 

“Great,” you huff, shaking your head, “That’s just great.” 

Irritated, you walk to the bathroom and reach for your glass beside the sink. There were some droplets of water left inside of Joel’s glass, no doubt from when he awoke this morning and did exactly what you’re right doing now, but you now wondered why he didn’t wake you up. The man is an early bird just like yourself and if you’re not already up and out of bed before him, then he usually rouses you from your slumber. And he takes pleasure in doing so as well. 

Joel likes to wake you up in a variety of different ways. Suppose it really just depends on his mood, but it’s either waking you up with breakfast in bed, a gentle nudge and a kiss to your cheek, or his face between your thighs and a breath-taking orgasm. What better way to start the day, right? But perhaps he had an inkling that you weren’t feeling too good today and decided you needed a long lie in. Afterall, you do feel exhausted even though you’ve just slept for ten hours and that’s just another sign and symptom of your period approaching. 

You don’t necessarily have a problem with Aunt Flo and how she can sometimes put your body through hell, but more with her timing of arrival. These symptoms are early and you’re expecting your period in at least ten days. It’s just inconvenient. You and Joel finished your shifts at work yesterday evening after working tirelessly for the last six weeks, but now you have the next seven days off to enjoy, and it’s just an inconvenience if you have your period during this time. 

With some hope and optimism, maybe these symptoms you're experiencing are just a fluke. You had them a week in advance before. It’s no big deal. Shrugging off your bad start to the day, you finally fill your glass and take that long drink of water before brushing your teeth. You smile upon seeing Joel’s toothbrush placed inside the holder, the bristles looking a little beaten up and worn out. He takes real good care of his teeth, but often ruins his toothbrush. It’s a good thing he knows how to make the damn things in his workshop, you thought while swishing some water around your mouth. 

As you straighten your back and look in the mirror though, the pain in your breasts remains and your nipples are still poking through the fabric. They’re hard, yet incredibly tender and sore with every little movement you make. The best remedy for the pain right now would be a warm shower, but the remedy you wanted most is Joel’s comforting touch. Other than waking up today with all of these troubling symptoms, you’ve also awoken with an insatiable hunger for intimacy. Or in other words, you’re extremely horny and you need your boyfriend's assistance. 

Upon taking another look in the mirror, your eyes drop to your legs and thoughts pop into your mind about how to make yourself look a little more sexy for him. Even though there wasn’t a need to, Joel has made love to you when you were looking worse for wear and bedridden with the flu, but it was more than just looking sexy for him. You wanted to look sexy for yourself too. 

Taking off your pants and leaving your underwear on, you head back into the bedroom and retrieve one of his buttoned plaid shirts from the drawer. Not only do you love the size, pattern and material of his clothes, but you love that his natural aroma clings to the fabric no matter how many times you wash them. He has this warm musk that just wraps itself around you and it’s a delicately fragranced mixture of wood, coffee and sweat. 

After carefully removing your shirt and putting his over your body instead, you buried your nose into the collar and inhaled the scent of him. He always smells so good, even when he’s sweating profusely after rolling around in the sheets with you. Just thinking about the way he looks when he’s laying above you, sweat gathering along his brow as his chest heaves makes your legs squeeze together. You need him so badly right now. 

Making your way downstairs to find him, your footsteps light and quiet against the hardwood floor, you stopped at the doorway leading into the lounge and saw him sitting on the sofa with a book in his lap. The sight of him took your breath away. He looked so engrossed and content, reading through the pages of a Lover's Fairytale. It’s one of your books. You often babble about how riveting the plot is and go into detail about the characters exploring their love for each other. 

You really admire Joel. He’s a beautiful man and a good listener too. He listened to your ramblings and decided to read the book for himself, and considering he doesn’t even notice you peeping your head around the living room door, he seems to be completely roped into the storyline. He even had his reading glasses on, and they sat on the bridge of his nose perfectly. You like those glasses. They make him look sophisticated, attractive and even more handsome than what he already is. 

Although you were initially coming downstairs to seek his assistance, you didn’t want to disturb the man while he read and quietly moved away from the doorway to make a mug of hot tea, but to your surprise, he knew you were there all along. “Hey,” he calls out softly, grabbing your attention, “Not so fast doll. Come ‘ere,” he looks up at you and pats the empty spot on the sofa beside him. “Come sit with me for five. I missed yer this morning.” 

“I know,” you reply in a whisper, leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on your lips, “We finally got some time off work and I spent all morning sleeping… How come you didn’t wake me?” You ask, to which he sets his book down and leans forward to get a better look at you, “‘Cause you needed it, sweetheart,” he smirks upon seeing you with his shirt on and no pants. Just the way he likes it. “Come over here, beautiful,” he asks again, his tone honeyed with seduction. 

You couldn’t say no to the man even if you wanted to. He was driving you up the wall without even trying, and the way he was looking at you, lustful and needy for your attention, is just increasing your sex drive. “I actually need your help with something.” You say as you walk toward him, your arms held over your chest with a flickering grimace in your expression. 

“What is it, babydoll?” He questions upon noticing the discomfort you were in, then reaches out as you approach, his hands landing on your hips instinctively to reel you into his desired position. Which was directly onto his lap. And once you were sat, he took your hands in his and placed a kiss to your knuckles, brushing his bearded lip across your skin. “What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“This-” You sigh heavily with frustration and lift your shirt for him to see. “-They’re really sore today, especially my nipples.” You explain and watch as his eyes drop to your chest with a mixture of arousal and concern on his face. And while you felt your cheeks burn with flattery under his wanton gaze, you were in pain and he could see that for himself. 

“Yeah, they look swollen,” he nods in agreement. Taking his reading glasses off and setting them aside, he examines you carefully like he was some sort of doctor before asking: “Are you due your period, babe? I remember the last time you complained about this and-” he pauses briefly with the flashback of memories popping into his mind, and you see him fighting the urge to indulge with his dirty thoughts before snapping out of it. “-Uh, this is usually a symptom of your period, right?” He looks into your eyes and immediately blushes under your playful glare, evidently catching him in the act of thinking dirty. 

And while Joel knew that he was caught, he also knew that you were thinking the same thing he was from the way you subtly bit your bottom lip and rolled your hips over his crotch ever so slightly. The action brought him great relief. It made him feel less guilty about eyeing you up and down at a time like this as he didn’t want to be disrespectful for greedily staring at your boobs. Yet, he is a man after all and he just simply enjoys looking at you naked, and although you’re in pain, you’re not experiencing an unbearable amount that represses your need for intimacy. 

Without even asking if you wanted him to alleviate your discomfort, he leaned in slowly while holding your direct line of eyesight and placed a kiss to the top of your breast. Your body shudders from the contact, causing your skin to pimple as his beard tickles you. There wasn’t a need for him to ask if you wanted him to continue. He could see for himself how his actions were making a difference. Your back slowly began to arch into him, silently pleading for more, which he wasted no time in giving.  

“This what you wanted my help with, baby?” He asks rhetorically before placing a kiss on your other breast. The man already knew the answer, but you nod to him nonetheless with a breathy sigh escaping your lips - a sound so sweet to his ears that it made his eyes close instantly to focus on every little sound you made for him. “I got you, darlin’.” He sighs heavily, “Let me take care of yer.” 

Joel is what you would describe as a pleasing kind of lover in the bedroom. He feeds off your pleasure. Sometimes it’s just enough to make him climax, though nothing could have prepared him for the noise you made when he sealed his lips over your nipple. You sucked in a deep breath, gasping sharply from the contact like it was agonizing and for a split second, he thought it was too much. But then he looked up at you and scanned the expression on your face and it was a relief. Just pure relief. 

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, whimpering sounds escaping you plenty, he continued relieving your discomfort by sucking your nipple as gently as he could. You’re still sensitive and tender, and your breasts are so full and heavy. “Joel.” You plead. Although you don’t know what for, you plead to him regardless and he responds with a deep, vibrating hum into your breast, as if he were hungrily lapping up the opportunity to provide the remedy you desired most. 

You felt his hands sliding up your back, the warmth of his palms sending shivers down your spine as he cups the back of your neck to keep you in place. The position kept you pinned against him and made you feel the growth between his legs pushing into your sex from below as he bucked his hips off the sofa. The man was using the friction in his movements to get himself off. You could tell by the sounds he made as he grunts brokenly into your chest. 

He slowly laid himself back, still keeping you pinned against him with his lips closed around your nipple before using his free hand to grab a handful of your ass and guide you to move. You started rocking your hips back and forth in a slow and deliberate pace, drawing out the sexiest noises he could make. Despite the fact that his groaning was muffled and incoherent, you heard him loud and clear, and he sounded as desperate as you did just moments ago. 

“Joel, let me help.” You beg; beg to help him as well as yourself. He needed the relief as much as you did right now. The ache you mutually felt was palpable, and just simply thinking about him penetrating you was enough to make you clench around nothing. He could feel that. It caused him to release your nipple and throw his head back with a growl. “You sure?” He asks, wantin-no, needing your confirmation. “This is about your pleasure, babydoll. Not mine.”  

“Yes, God yes,” you reply breathily, “I can’t take it anymore. I just need you inside of me.” And that was all Joel needed to know. The sound of you so needy while pleading that you just couldn’t take it anymore drove him out of his mind. He pulled you in and closed the gap, planting his lips against yours in a bruising kiss while both his hands dropped to your hips. His fingers dug into your skin so hard that it was bound to leave a mark, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you. 

Eagerly pulling his pants down just enough to free himself from the confines of his boxers, you heard his cock spring back and slap against his lower stomach. He was painfully hard and throbbing with an insatiable need to be buried deep inside of you as dribbles of pre-cum began leaking out the tip. You didn’t even bother removing your underwear. You were too impatient and just moved them to the side to grant him easier access, which he took swiftly by spitting into the palm of his hand to coat his cock. 

“Holy shit!” He cries upon taking himself in hand, the action easing some of the ache, but not nearly enough as he swipes the tip through your folds. “Fuck me, baby. You’re so wet already,” he breathes raggedly with a smirk on his lips, “This all for me? I barely touched yer.” 

“I was horny for you, Joel,” you explain, a bashful laugh threatening to escape you, “From the moment I opened my eyes, I wanted you so badly.” 

“Oh, is that right, darlin’?” He asks with a playful, yet smug tone in his voice, to which you nod frantically in response. He strokes his cock twice before notching the tip at your entrance, “Well then, I won’t keep you waiting any longer, babydoll.” He groans as you take him inside slowly. 

“Fuuuuck. Joel!” You mewl, and the sound is so gratifying to the man that he struggled to hold himself together and not climax right there and then. “That’s it, gorgeous. Keep going.” He praises and holds onto your hips for dear life as you savor the feeling of his girth stretching you open just how you like it. He’s quite impressive in size, and you could feel every vein and ridge while taking every inch of him until he was buried good and deep. 

As you watched the man's expression change with nothing but pleasure and bliss, he couldn’t decide where to look; your beautiful eyes, or the pretty sight of your cunt wrapped around him. He chose a third option instead, which was to observe your face change as he rubbed nameless shapes on your clit, the added stimulation making your brows knit together and your mouth fall open with moaning cries of his name. 

“You like that, huh girl.” He groans with you, feeling proud of himself, “Feels good when I play with yer pussy like this, don’t it?” He asks, though you couldn’t give him any reply other than a whine and a nod. “Yeah, I know babydoll. I know.” He coos mockingly and it just drives you that much closer to the edge. You love when Joel gets cocky like this. He often makes great use of his tone and choice of words to make you fall apart over and over again. 

However, as you changed your rhythm and lifted your hips instead of rocking back and forth, the man now faced great difficulty with self-control. His free hand darted out to your side, gripping you tightly to steady himself as you held onto his shoulders to slam your hips down onto his cock. “Nnghh!” He chokes, teeth gritting as he is the one falling apart. “Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me cum if yer keep this up.” He warns. 

“Good,” You answer him quickly, a bite in your tone. “That’s exactly what I want - for you to cum, but inside of me.” You moan directly into his ear, making his eyes roll into the back of his head as he holds you close. “I want it all, Joel,” you pant heavily while grabbing the hairs at the base of his neck to keep you grounded, “All of it. Everything you can give, baby.” 

“God damn, darlin’.” he growls. Cupping the back of your neck once more to keep you pinned to his chest, he uses his free hand to grip your ass and drill into you from below. He amped up the pace to a breath-taking level, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each thrust into your cunt. Your body shook violently from the quickness of his movements, and the sound of him grunting like a caveman brought you to the edge of your orgasm. 

He was so out of his mind, lost within the satisfying feeling of your pussy pulsing around him that he acted on impulse and slapped your ass. It was a shock and a sharp sting, but you gasped and begged for more. “Shit, Joel. Do that again, please baby.” You said, and he dropped both hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls and smacking you plenty, which left a big pretty pink handprint behind. He buried his face into the nook of your neck and held both his arms across your back, still pile-driving into you from beneath you. 

“I’m close, babydoll,” he whined. Actually whined. He sounded breathless and exhausted, overstimulated as his orgasm roared towards him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m cumming.” He warned, and the abrupt stutter in his pace followed by moaning and panting spilling from his lips pushed you over the edge. His pleasure was yours, and your climax came in intense waves of ecstasy as you clamped around him with a vice-like grip. 

“Oh God,” you moaned. Reveling in the load of seed he released inside of you, it was warm and plentiful, coating your velvety walls as they pulsed around him, as if drawing out every drop he could give. “Feels so good,” you mumble into his neck before pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. “You did so well for me, baby.” You praise him with compliments as he comes down from his high. “Look so handsome like this. I love you, Joel. 

Closing the gap and kissing his lips, you wipe the sweat away from his forehead before cupping his cheek gently. He looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, the irises expanding like he was high on drugs. You were his drug, and it was apparent that he was still on cloud nine. He needed that extra reassurance and comfort. “You okay there, stud?” You ask softly, a warm smile on your face as you rub his arms. 

“Always, darlin’,” he leans in to kiss you, “and I love you too,” he says before swiping his tongue across your lip, requesting entry. You tilted your head and deepened the kiss, welcoming his embrace as he rubs his hands up and down your back soothingly. He didn’t want to let go yet, and neither did you, but he broke off to ask: “It wasn’t too much, was it?” 

“What do you me-” you cut yourself as he gently caresses your ass, answering your question before you could finish it. “No. Not at all, baby.” You reply, snuffing out that whispering doubt in the back of his mind. “It was a surprise, and I was shocked to find out that you like that sort of thing, but I promise it wasn’t too much.” 

Joel chuckles sweetly, his cheeks burning up to a rosy red in color as he rubs his forehead with the back of his hand. “I uh… I read about it in that book you suggested,” he explains, chuckling again, but this time timidly. “And honestly, I should’a read it sooner darlin’ because apparently I haven’t explored all that much in the bedroom and-,” he pauses briefly and shakes his head with embarrassment at his lack of knowledge, “-What the hell is voyeurism?” 

“Oh,” you laugh now, and take pleasure in seeing the man look so flustered and genuinely curious to learn more. There’s something so pleasing about opening one's mind to the exploration of sex, and you’re most glad that Joel’s initiated this conversation. It means he’s comfortable with you as much as you are with him. And even though you’re never left unsatisfied in the bedroom with the man, you find it considerate that he’s taken interest in finding more ways to enjoy sex. “Voyeurism is something you do quite often, baby.” You finally answer him after spending a few moments thinking in silence. 

“Huh. Is that so?” He tilts his head with intrigue, smirking. “C’mon doll, tell me. I’m dying to know.” 

“Hm, well maybe later on I can teach by example?” You suggest instead, “I already know you like it and afterwards we could go through my collection of books. I can open a whole new world of pleasure for you, stud.” You wink playfully, and the man shakes with laughter as he grins.

“Sure. Why not?” He agrees, nodding earnestly, “Maybe I’m a little late to the party with this stuff, but I’m open to trying new things with you, doll.” Reaching for the blanket laying over the sofa, he pulls it over you before picking his legs up off the floor and resting his feet onto the table. You lay your head to his chest with a warm smile on your face, humming contently as he peppers kisses on your head. 

Joel isn’t late to the party with this stuff at all, he just doesn’t know yet that most of the things he does in the bedroom are kinks, but you will educate him and together, you will have a lot of fun. Suppose you suggested the right book for him to read, although a Lovers Fairytale is only the tip of the iceberg to your collection. 

There’s plenty more where that came from.

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[chemo-n-vicodin]

heyooo, i saw that you are looking for requests 👀 im think something like the reader is exhausted after a long day and alex comes home after spending the whole day at studio so she tries to make him comfortable (like cooking for him and stuff like that) but nothing is working out and shes just on the verge of a mental breakdown because os exhaustion and frustration so Al takes care of her (idk im sleep deprived) (also its ok if you dont feel like writing it) Anywayssss, have a nice day :)

hii !!! im sorry this took literally forever HELP also i made it fluff i hope you dont mind, hope u have a nice day too <33

alex turner x gn!reader

(i imagine this as early sias/coconut hair alex, but the era isnt really described in the fic so u can imagine whoever)

warnings: reader breaks down; kinda angsty in that sense ? but reader gets comforted; ending is fluffy though

when alex comes home, he usually finds you in the living room, watching tv or summat, or playing with your cat milo. you’re usually there, welcoming him home with hugs and kisses and the warmth you always bring him, but today, the house was quiet when he came home.

he calls your name once, twice, before going into his and your room to check if you’re there, maybe just resting or reading.

when he goes inside, he doesn’t expect to see you laying on the bed, hugging a pillow tight, on his side of the bed, with milo also laying near you as you slept. when he takes a closer look at your resting state, he doesn’t expect to see tears drying on your cheeks. he tries leaving the room to let you rest for a while, but you wake up before he can, milo also getting up and leaving.

“al? hi, baby,” you yawn, checking your phone, “fuck, is that the time? i’ll go get dinner cooking,” you mumbled, getting up and walking to the kitchen. alex looped his arm around your waist, pressing a quick peck to your lips before asking if everything was okay. “okay? yeah, why wouldn’t it be, baby,” you mumbled again before continuing to walk to the kitchen.

fifteen minutes pass by and you haven’t made anything for your and alex’s dinner yet, your mind seemingly so preoccupied with other things that you can’t even focus on making two simple dishes. you don’t know what you’re doing wrong, but you just can’t get the soup to taste right, and you don’t know why the chicken isn’t cooking properly.

alex comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, your head leaning into his chest as you tried turning up the heat for the chicken.

“babe, i don’t think you left the chicken out to thaw for long enough,” he tells you. and it bothers you. it bothers you that he’s right and you didn’t even notice. now you’ve got a frozen half a chicken sitting on the hottest frying pan in the world, and when you check the bottom of the chicken it’s already a little burnt, with flecks of black scattered across it, and you don’t know what’s wrong, why you’ve burnt dinner, why you can’t just focus, why you just can’t seem to do anything right —

and suddenly alex is holding you in his arms on the kitchen floor, tears flowing out of your eyes as you cry. cry about what exactly, you wonder. the half frozen half burnt half a chicken? the soup that tastes so peppery because you’ve accidentally added so much black pepper? the fact that it felt like everyone and everything kept pushing your buttons today, even the poor old lady at the crosswalk who moved a little too slow that you got left at a red light?

sometimes, everything became too much.

alex let you lay in his arms for as long as you needed, even after the tears subsided and were reduced to sniffles. he hugged you even tighter then.

“you okay now, love?” you nodded against his chest. “you wanna go back in bed?” you nodded again. you turned to switch the stoves off, but he’d already turned them off without you noticing. he lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, “then let’s get you back to bed.”

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you don’t know how long you’ve been laying in bed with alex, but you’ve definitely calmed down since he brought you to bed. your head is still buried in his chest as you’re playing with his hair and he rubs your cheek with his thumb, his touch more soothing than anything else in that moment. milo comes up to the bed and lays on your side, playing with your tummy, also somehow soothing you.

”better?” you just nodded. “sorry i was at the studio all day, love... if you want me to stay with you, you can tell me and we can do whatever you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“thank you, baby,” you whispered, slowly falling asleep in his arms, “i love you,” you mumbled before you fell asleep.

once he was sure you were asleep, he kissed your forehead again, milo purring as he pet him.

“i love you too.” he followed you to sleep.

#AHDJDHFKGJ #first writing post in *checks clipboard* MONTHS ??!!?!?? #acts surprised... even though i know ive not been doing anything about it.... um.. #ANYWAYS #i hope u like this bella !!! #mine: writing #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #alex turner fanfic #idk what tags ppl use anymore bru #fluffy alex #fics: alex #requested #tee hee

[wrathofrats]

⁾“why don’t we film it?” With pebble and ivy? I love how you write them, bonus points if they get mount involved in one way or another

I had a bit too much fun with this and it easily could’ve been 2k if I didn’t force myself to make it short. Also ur such a sweetheart I’m so glad you love them as much as I do

Anyways, pebble buys Ivy a toy that’s as big as mountain, and films him fucking himself with it for the big guy <3

“Its a bit big dont you think?” Ivy muttered, staring at the toy pebble had taken out. It was a simple navy blue dildo, around 10 inches in length and he could barely wrap his hand around it.

“Youll be ok honeysuckle, said you wanted to take him right?” Pebble sat between his legs, rubbing his hand along his thighs to comfort him through the anxiety.

“Yeah but-“

“Well that’s about accurate”

Ivy bit his lip in consideration, stroking the silicone in an effort to adjust himself to the thought of having something so large in him. The idea alone was mouth watering, at least when it was whispered in his ear as pebble fucked him, but seeing it in front of him? That was a different story.

“Imagine mountains face when I get to brag about you fucking yourself with your new toy just to prepare for him” pebble smiles, leaning down to give Ivy a small kiss in an attempt to ease his worries.

“You’re gonna tell him?”

“Of course, I’ll take any excuse to talk about you, especially if I get to show you off”

Ivy blushes, looking back down. It’s always endearing to pebble how shy he gets when he’s treated so sweetly, even though pebble takes any opportunity to spoil him, it never gets old.

“Show me off?” Ivy asks, confusion in his voice.

“Thought we could film it, send it to him, get him real worked up” pebble explains, “save a copy for myself for when you’re not around” a small noise comes from ivys throat at the implication. He should be used to pebble saying such things, but they never fail to daze him.

“Just me?” Ivy asks

“Just you, but say the word and we will stop, I want you to be comfortable”

He nods and pebble slides off the bed to grab his phone while Ivy undresses himself. Instinctually he holds his legs close to him, hands in his lap to cover himself as pebble decides what position he wants to film him in.

“So I just ..”

“Touch yourself like I’d touch you sweet pea, stretch yourself out”

Ivy hesitates, swallowing thickly as he stares at the phone in pebbles hand. His thighs move apart just enough for him to slide his hand down between them to tease at his hole, rubbing one finger around the rim as it twitches.

“Open those pretty legs, wanna see you properly”

He opens his thighs a bit wider, ever obedient. One knee hiked up for better access, the other moved to the side for pebble to capture on his phone. Ivy inserts a finger into himself, sliding it in and out with ease before nestling a second one beside it.

It’s only a slight stretch. Pebbles fingers are thicker than his, a bit shorter but open him up nicely. He tries to think of pebbles hands working him open as he fingers himself, scissoring and curling them deep for a bit of stimulation to keep his brain buzzing.

His cock lays on his stomach, leaking pre cum down his stomach. Cute and flushed, angry red at the tip. He's always been a bit easy, much to his dismay. Just seeing pebble palm himself through his pants at the sight of him touching himself.

A third finger fits snuggly next to the other two, a slight burn but otherwise nice stretch that has him keening into his unoccupied arm.

“Let him hear how pretty you sound” pebble speaks again after a while of just watching. Ivy obeys, taking his arm away as another whimper escapes his mouth. He gets more desperate with every pump of his fingers, each pass making him debate shoving the toy inside him already even if he’s not prepared.

“Can I have it now? Can I put his cock in me please?” Pebble shouldn't be surprised that Ivy asked so obediently but it always does something to him to hear him talk so dirty without being prompted. His hair is disheveled, his chest and face are red with need and honestly it would be cruel to deny him what he wants in such a state.

“Fuck, yeah fuck yourself for him sweet pea, ruin yourself for mountain”

The toy sinks in slowly, a harsh feeling compared to his skinny fingers but the pain is fucking delicious. Ivy moans, throwing his head back into the pillows letting himself adjust to its size. He feels full, stuffed to the brim, his eyes practically crossed when he reaches down to grab the base of it to start pulling it out.

Ivy cries out when he slams it back into himself. High and wavering, he pants repeating the same motion slowly.

“Such a little porn star aren’t you? Seem to like fucking yourself on camera, maybe I should make you do this more often, know a couple ghouls who would love to see you like this”

Ivy whines, picking up the pace. He arches off the bed, shoving the dildo inside of himself over and over as his legs shake with pleasure.

“Close, gonna cum-“ Ivy pants out

“Cum around mountains cock baby”

#oh fuck it’s fucking 5 am #I !! got carried away as usual! #tell me to go to bed OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 #I hope you like it if you see a mistake no you didn’t I haven’t slept in days #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #pebble ghoul #ivy ghoul #mountain ghoul

[canirove]

Kylian Mbappé Imagine | three

Little summary: This Wattpad request asked for something with Kylian where you've had an argument, and you accidentally hurt yourself after. But it isn't a serious injury, anyone can read it. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! ☺️💜

Masterlist

"No."

"But..."

"I said no."

"What if I find an acoustic version? That would be nice, right?"

"Kylian, what part of I'm not walking down the aisle to "Despacito" did you not understand?"

"But it is our song! The one that was playing when we first kissed!"

"It isn't our song."

"That One Direction one you like isn't it either."

"It is better."

"It is boring."

"That's what you say."

"Yeah, and everything I say is wrong" he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You haven't liked any of the things I've suggested for the wedding, you know? Nothing."

"That's because all your ideas are tacky."

"They aren't."

"They are, Kylian. They are."

"Then maybe we shouldn't get married. It's like you don't want to, always saying no to everything" he shrugs.

"What? Of course I want to marry you!"

"Then let me do something!"

"I'm letting you!"

"No, you're not! You are doing it all. You even chose my suit!"

"Because you wanted to wear a white one, and that's tacky as hell!"

"It wasn't tacky. It was really cool."

"I beg to differ."

"Whatever" he says, parking the car.

"Yeah, whatever" I reply, opening the door and getting out.

"What about having one of those photocall things where people pose with emojis and things like that?" Kylian asks as we walk towards the house.

"Those are ridiculous."

"See? Another thing I suggest that you don't like!"

"I'm sorry, ok?" I say, turning around to look at him. Though I do it way too fast, and I trip with the step at our door.

"Careful!" he says, trying to catch me. But he is too slow, and I end up falling. "Are you ok?"

"No!"

"Are you crying or laughing?" he asks while kneeling next to me.

"Both."

"What?" Kylian chuckles.

"I'm pretty sure I fell like they do in movies, I must have looked ridiculous."

"Nah..."

"And I think I've broken my butt."

"Wait what?" he says, going from trying to not laugh to looking worried.

"It hurts."

"Come, let's go inside" he says, helping me get up.

Once inside the house, Kylian moves all the cushions to one sofa, making me lay facing down on them.

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now let's see if you've broken that pretty bum of yours" he says, lifting my sweatshirt.

"Careful" I hiss when he touches my low back. "How does it look?"

"You are already brushing. I'm gonna call Pierre."

"Pierre? Why?"

"He's a doctor, isn't he? I'm sure he can come and check you, he should be home by now."

"He's a physio, Kylian."

"Even better" he smiles.

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"It's just a big contusion. You'll be sore for a couple of days, but you should be fine."

"Thank you, Pierre."

"Yeah, thank you" Kylian says. "Let me walk you out."

"There's no need, I know my way out. Just take care, ok?" he says to me.

"I will" I smile.

"Well..." Kylian says once Pierre has left, sitting next to me. "Looks like we'll have to take a break from all the wedding planning for a while and play doctors instead."

"It'll probably be for the best. I'm sorry, tho."

"About what? Being clumsy?" he says with a teasing smile while fluffing a pillow so I can sit up.

"Ha ha" I reply, rolling my eyes. "I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you. I hate arguing about stupid things like the shape of a table or if we want red or white roses."

"It's ok, don't worry" he says, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"This is supposed to be a day to celebrate our love, isn't it? Why does it have to be so complicated? Why can't it be like the day we got engaged? It was so simple, just you and I looking at the sunset from the pool in that Italian villa..." I sigh.

"Maybe it can be that simple."

"What do you... Ouch" I complain as I move to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Let's elope."

"Elope?"

"Yeah. Let's go back to the villa. We can call the priest from the town nearby, and get married next to the pool while the sun sets."

"That sounds... That actually sounds perfect. But won't we be needing some witnesses or something so it is legal?"

"We can ask our families to come with us and spend a weekend there, eating and celebrating what truly matters."

"Which is?"

"Us. Our love" he says, caressing my cheek.

"Let's do it, then. Let's elope" I smile.

"You sure?"

"100%. But first I need to recover from almost breaking my butt."

"Ok" Kylian laughs. "I love you."

"I love... Ouch" I complain again as I move to kiss him.

"Careful" he chuckles.

"I love you too" I say, finally finding a comfortable position and kissing him.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

[normal-internet-user]

NORMIE!

I just went to the orthopedic doctor today and apparently the flexibility in my arm has loosened my scapula(shoulder blade). Now I have to take Anti-inflammatories and see a physical therapist! I was wondering if I could turn this into a request for my comfort character and have 2012 Mikey with a gf who all of a sudden stops visiting them and he gets really upset and then after like 5 months the reader comes back and has to explain that she was in a different state to see a well known physical therapist so she'd be able to do simple tasks with soreness again?

I was originally gonna do headcanons, but I felt a small fic was a better option 💕 <33

HONEY I'M HOME

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Summary: After being in another state for 5 months for your health, you surprise your boyfriend with your homecoming.

Warnings: None!

Requested: @lemonadae-caekie

Female Reader!

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Long distance sucked as much as people always said it did.

You missed your boyfriend and his family, and you hardly ever had anytime to talk on the phone, and when you did, it couldn't be for long since your physicak therapy was exhausting.

It was definitly taking a toll on your relationship, and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to Mikey's side while the two of you played video games.

Which is why, after 5 long months of seperation, you were so excited to be on your way back to New York.

April and Casey were supposed to meet you at the airport and accompany you down to the Lair. They were the only ones who knew of your homecoming, since you wanted it to be a surprise.

You waved your arm gently to greet your two friends, doing your best to not strain the limb.

Casey pulled you in for a side hug, "Hey there, (Name), long time no see, huh? Hey did you get a haircut?"

You laughed, "No, Casey, I did not get a hair cut." You patted his arm, "Nice to see you too, Jones."

April smiled, taking your suitcase from you, "Mikey's gonna be so excited to see you, he misses you alot ya know."

Casey scoffed, "Seriously, your all he talks about. 'I miss (Name)', 'I wish (Name) was here', '(Name)-"

You cut him off, blushing slightly, "I uh, I think I get it, Jones."

He shrugged, and the three of you made your way out of the airport and towards the infamous hippie van.

You first went back to your apartment so you could drop off your things, after that, your friends helped you down into the sewers, and it was all you could do to not take off down the familiar tunnels.

"Oh, just go already." Casey said, and you squealed, rushing as fast as you could into the Lair,

"Marco!" you called, you heard a crash, and the sounds of someone knocking things over from Mikey's room, "Polo! Polo!" he shouted, rushing into the main room to pull you into a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses.

You giggled, "Mikey! Mikey calm down, missed you too!"

The orange clad terrapin stopped his affectionate onslaught, and with the widest grin you'd ever seen, you picked you up and started to spin you around, "I missed you sosososososo soOOOo much, Sweets! How did the physical therapy stuff go? Is your arm better, oh shoot, did I hurt you at all?"

Mikey set you down, and you placed a hand on his cheek, "The therapy went well. My arm is still needs some healing, and it's still kinda sore, but I'm fine, babe." you kissed him on the cheek, and he pulled you in for a hug.

"Can we cuddle now?" he asked, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You laughed, "Sure we can, babe. Just watch the arm, ok?"

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Here you are my friend! I know this isn't exactly what you asked for, I hope that's ok. I'm sendimg you my well wishes, and I hope your physical therapy goes well!! <333

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #mikey x reader #Normie writes #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #mikey x reader tmnt #female reader

[mikuni14]

The Sign - Ep 8

We all see you Tharn, how you are eager to be petted and kissed, like Namami! For a second, but still, because, like a true cat, you stopped it for reasons known only by you 😭 100% cat behavior 😆

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I have mixed feelings after this episode 👻 On the one hand, it was very interesting, we learned a lot of new things, most of my wild theories turned out to be true, there were a lot of funny scenes that made me laugh out loud. But this episode left me feeling very unsatisfied. For so many reasons:

Phaya looks terrified after waking up from a nightmare. And after a short conversation they both just go to sleep like…..roommates lol Tharn should have hugged Phaya and comforted him, I would give my right kidney for Phaya cuddling up to Tharn like Tharn was cuddling to him before. This scene begs for Tharn to comfort Phaya!

Phaya and Tharn spent a 💞🔥 night, confessed their feelings to each other, and Tharn even said that he made an important decision for himself and Phaya. And their morning after after all this was… nice. That's all. Phaya, Tharn and we deserve better!

Scenes from their past lives. Hmm. First of all, I find it strange to insist on calling Wansarat a girl when the series shows Tharn as a man. I know they didn't want to show Phaya (Billy)'s romance with Wansarat (Freen) so as not to damage BillyBabe's Brand Couple™ image, but there is a very simple solution to this problem: they could have hired another actor to play Garuda and Freen to play Wansarat! And it would even make sense, because at one point Phaya himself says what does it have to do with him, since he already loves someone and it's Tharn - a guy, while watching himself and… Tharn on a fantasy TV with us 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ Maybe it's just me, but I don't see any great love between Garuda and Wansarat, certainly not like between Phaya and Tharn. Like, they met, bam! they're a couple now, then in a very soap opera-ish (which makes it a bit comical) style, they both die. Unfortunately, in my opinion, this story lacked depth, emotions of these characters, their feelings. The most emotional scene was Chalathon's horror when he killed Wansarat. I just... I just don't believe in their love being powerful enough to want them to be together again, to create new reincarnations 🤷‍♀️

Ok, enough with tis negativity :) What I liked about it:

There was no awkwardness between them in their mornig after scene, they are both adults, they are both smitten, Tharn tries hard to hide how mushy he feels and I love his sparkling eyes and hidden smiles. 🥰 I like that Phaya immediately suggests moving in together, it's very much in his character. (It's a shame that there is no conversation about their relationship status, I think Phaya is the type of guy who immediately wants the rest of the world to know that Tharn is with him)

I love the abbot, how uncompromising and badass he is, how he has no qualms about fucking up the deity he serves, talking back to him, reprimanding him and how he uses his superpowers. He's super cool.

The training scene was great:

Khem is fun and a little shit in combat, but very skillful

Thongthai ending the fight and winning it with one, well thought, well placed, killer sentence 💀😎

Khem who puts being Thongthai's boyfriend above everything else, including his pride, him winning the fight, everything. The scene where he beats himself with Tongthai's hands: 10/10

teasing Tharn but again in such a nice, friendly way 😊

astounding detective work in figuring out where Tharn spent the night

Phaya coming to Tharn's rescue and stopping any situation that might cause Tharn discomfort 🤩

Phaya kicking Khem's ass and CALLING THONGTHAI TO HELP HIM AND THONGTHAI WITHOUT HESITATION JOINING IN KICKING KHEM'S ASS 😆😆😆 it was SO FUNNY

Yai telling Phaya to take care of his baby brother and Tharn smiling shyly and sweetly and not protesting at all! 🥺 ok, just kill me now, too much uwu 🥺

The scene of Tharn and Phaya by the river, how Tharn takes care of Phaya, them holding hands, Yai feeling happy for them and the scene of him making a heart gesture with a random guy 😆 I also really liked Phaya's panicked look when he doesn't see Tharn. The strange thing is that Tharn, who pulls Phaya away from the water, promises to take care of him, is stressed by the whole situation, when later doesn't see Phaya for a long time does… nothing. He's not even aware that Phaya's gone! Well, it's not the first time that Tharn is a victim of the plot and what currently suits the scriptwriters, and it probably won't be the last 😑

I liked Phaya saying: cool story bro, this cgi is nice and shit, but what does it have to do with me, as I already have a sweet boo back home, who is a whole ass DUDE (I know, I checked thoroughly last night) and also my whole world 😤 I love him for that 👌 I really wanted to make it clear that Phaya fell in love with THARN, not someone else's reincarnation, even if that's technically the case.

I liked Tharn's fight with that masked guy.

And I liked Tharn in white shorts and Phaya's oversized clothes. Phaya also served some sexy looks in this episode 👌

Absolutely perfect, heartbreaking scene of Tharn's anguish. I love Babe's voice in the scenes of his despair, his voice cracked just as much when they were pulling Phaya out of the water during their training, as it does now. It's... wow...

And finally, the question… what exactly are Phaya and Tharn paying for, what was the abbot talking about, what is their karma, what did they do wrong to keep paying for it? Because this story shows that they are both victims of OTHER PEOPLE, and that karma should be a bitch only towards Chalathorn?! Am I missing something?

(Phaya must have pleased and served Tharn well, since he did not wake up either when Phaya was being strangled and he tossed around in bed, or when he got up first in the morning 🤭🤭)

#the sign the series #bl drama #thai bl

[crispysoupwonderland]

~It Will All Be Ok ~ (4)

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Notes: Kinda proofread and shorter but it's smut come on lmao, my first time writing smut so be nice dammit

Art by breadstick

CW: smuttttttt (like fr), non-con

part 1, part 2, part 3

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It’s been god knows how long since you got taken. All I want to do is go home and see my mom again. I miss Callie. Tears well and sting the corners of your eyes. You are alone, nothing but the cold cement and gray walls surround you. You aren't even allowed to have your clothes. He dresses you in his shirts (which don’t fit you right) and his boxers. You feel like a toy, a doll that William can do whatever he wants with, you can’t even fight back. You hear the squeaky hinge of a door and leather shoes hitting the steep steps. 

“Ah my darling today was such a rough day at work,” he wraps his arms around you and the chair you’re still bound to,” everyone is such a pain.”

You say nothing, fighting him doesn’t get you anywhere, it only gets you punished. You can do nothing but let him smother you with a hug and smell you. 

“I love you, do you know that? You’ll learn to love me too eventually, you will start to get privileges as soon as you start to listen to me, doll, so I know you won’t escape, so I know you won’t leave me like everyone else does.” he rambles on. 

You’re too tired to put up with his antics, all you can do is hazely star at the ground in front of you, your eyes dead. Snap snap. He snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you love.”

You pull your head back a bit surprised. You wrinkle your nose and stare in the other direction. You feel a gaze burn into your neck. 

“Darling, look at me, right now.”

You slowly turn your head to him, unwilling but not wanting to fight with him anymore. He leans in and grabs your face pulling his mouth to yours. He kisses you slowly and passionately which quickly into him sucking on your tongue. You’re panting by the time he finally lets you go, a string of saliva connects your tongues. 

“You’re going to love me, you just don’t know it yet.”

“Please, please I just want to see my mom again, I w-wanna go home” you try to hold back your cries. 

“You are home.” he leaves you crying and yelling to yourself.

“W-wait p-please” he stops in his tracks “D-don’t leave me alone please I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Maybe trying to flatter him could give you a better chance of escaping. 

He turns around with you and he biting his lip with excitement. “Of course darling, I will stay with you.” 

“I uh.. Um can I um,” you know you’re trying to survive and manipulate him but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed at the absurdity of the question you’re about to ask.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

He looks a little taken aback, not expecting you to ask this. He grins “Of course you can doll, I see you're finally warming up to me.”

“You’re gonna have to untie me though, so you know” you blush some more “I can get on top of you…”

He snickers and tilts his head, “Of course”, he takes a pocket knife out and cuts the ropes. As quickly as your hands are free, you punch his face as hard as your fist and arms allow you, knocking him back and his nose starts to gush with blood. Before he can even react you bold up the strait and head to the door. Finally, freedom, you’ll taste sweet warm sunlight on your skin, your eyes will be comforted by the great blue sky and fluffy clouds, the prickles of glass will tickle your feet, you never knew how much you missed the simple things until you couldn’t have them anymore, until they were taken away from you. You reach toward the door knob. Your heart sinks, it's locked. Why why why why why?! You feel something grab your hand. You already know what it is. 

“You think I’m fuckin stupid doll? You don’t think I wouldn’t know you would do this” he snickers to himself and yanks you down the stairs. He grabs your hand and directs it to his bulge. “Look what you did to me now, you think you can just say something like that and then try to leave? I don’t think so darling.” 

He picks you up relatively easily and places and holds you on his lap while sitting down on that awful unconformable chair you’ve been tied to. “You’ve been bad, you need to be punished, ride it, ride me.”  He begins to take his boxers off of you. 

“Why’d you look at that, you little slut, you act like you hate me, like you want to escape but you are dripping wet, you know that we were meant for each other, we can fix each other, were soul mates.” 

“Fuck you, you’re a monster” you growl your face slightly red.

“I know I am doll~” he slowly slips it inside of you, “You’re a virgin? What a good gi- I mean whatever you are, I honestly don’t get the whole gender thing but I love you nonetheless” 

You scream and whimper with pain, “I’m not a girl” you stutter and snarl “don’t fucking call me that.” 

“Whatever you say doll, fuck you’re tight”  he beings to animalistic trust into you. “We were meant to be one you see? You were made for me.”  

All you can do is whimper and sink your nails into him while he thrusts away. 

The only thing exchanged between the two of you was nothing but moans and whimpers until you felt him start to speed up. 

“W-wait y-you can’t do it, i-in there”

“Alright then love, I’ll listen to you this time, then shallow it” he pushes you off of him and forces you onto your knees. He shoves his dick into your mouth and starts to fuck your throat. Tears form in your eyes and saliva uncontrollably drips from your mouth. You feel him flinch and then finish down your throat.

“Don’t spill any now, I’ll punish you if you do~” you stood up and smirked at you. 

You squinted your eyes and swallowed the unpleasant substance, coughing and gagging after it was all down. 

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[thief-of-eggs]

HI Ok this is probably going to sound completely unhinged but bear with me: I have this issue where I have lots of ideas (usually very vague ones) for stories that I love to imagine writing—but when I actually get around to writing them I just stare at a blank page; or I have no idea for plot beyond some abstract concepts—I’ve been thinking a lot about Snowjanus recently, and—this is the unhinged part—one of my main interests is early American history and there was this guy named William Strachey who was the secretary of Jamestown, and also an attempted poet, and when I read TBOSAS I realized that I recognized the name Sejanus from one of his poems VPON SEIANVS, which was prefaced to Ben Johnson’s Seianus His Fall,—and it all just works so nicely together since they were contemporaries of Shakespeare (AND Seianus His Fall was performed at the Globe, and Strachey’s story of being shipwrecked very likely inspired The Tempest) who of course wrote The Tragedie of Coriolanus—now thematically or narratively I have no idea how these things would all fit together—I have a lot of other random ideas like that, or vibes but nothing concrete—this is basically a long-winded way of asking if you had any advice on how to go from “man this idea sure would be neat” to an actual story? (I’m obsessed with your writing btw <3)

Hi hi!!! I am happy to help!! Also I understand exactly what you mean- I only hope that my advice actually makes sense!!!

Ok so- for me personally, when it comes to getting rough ideas out onto a page, I have a couple different methods I follow:

- The first is, if I already have parts of a whole scene in mind, but I don’t know the beginning/ending, I often just write the part that I know. So if that means writing the climax for a story, even though I have no idea how I’ll get the plot there? Oh well. At least the idea is out, and often times that will inspire me more.

- If I have a hazy idea but no plot yet, I like to write out little bullet points. Sometimes bullet points as simple as: (using my fic Thoughts of you Consume as an example)

- Coryo and Sejanus begin to have hate sex

- Coryo starts to feel something more

- Sejanus pulls away. Coryo chases after

Like! Those bullet points give me NOTHING. But they also give me a baseline to begin working off of, and from there I can begin to envision where I want it to go. I’ll expand on each bullet point and add subcategories, which only helps make the plot outline grow

- Another method that I sometimes use is to just spitball ideas. I’ll set a timer sometimes, or just devote myself to the task, and will just write out any ideas that come to mind with a particular prompt, and then I take it from there. Example for the prompt “snowjanus first kiss”, I may write out stuff like this:

- Coryo kisses Sejanus after the arena scene, his emotions a whirl

- Sejanus kisses Coryo on the train, too damn happy to see him

- Their first kiss is a dare, and Coryo wont back down

- Sejanus kisses Coryo after a party, when they’re both mildy drunk and confused. Sejanus forgets it, but Coryo never does.

Then from there, I’ll examine each little start and see what I like best. In this scenario, I really like the last one (shoot now I’ll have to turn that into a fic lolol) so my next step would be to outline the plot. When does the party take place? How long does Coryo hold the knowledge in? Does he ever tell Sejanus?

And most importantly- how do I want the story to end? With them together? With Sejanus hanging? With the start of the 10th hunger games?

- One final method I do is daydreaming. I’ll put on a playlist inspired by the pairing and see where it takes me (thoughts of you consume was actually inspired by 2 songs- War of Hearts, and Howl by Florence + the machine). I’ll let my mind make whatever connections it wants to make, and I’ll jot down ideas as they come!

Sorry for the overly complex answer- I guess at the end of the day, I really have no tried and true method. It all depends on how inspired I am.

But I hope one of these methods can be useful to you!! The biggest thing I think is to not be afraid of writing stuff that you may end up discarding. If a connection doesn’t work, if a plot point doesn’t fit- it’s ok to scrap it!! It sucks to lose time, but if it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t fit.

I’d definitely recommend that you write out all the ways that Snowjanus connects to the historical elements that you said! Determine if you want to write some sort of crossover set in old times, or if you want to bring historical figure’s personality traits onto the characters of Sejanus and Coriolanus.

So yeah! I hope this helps, and feel free to reach out with any other questions!!! Sorry, my brain is quite a mess lol, but best of luck to you!!

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, fluff & angst

Note: this is what happened when my husband and I were first dating and Miceli's is a real restaurant in Hollywood with great food and romantic feel and wait staff who serenade you. My poor husband had to work so hard to get me.

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Y/N and Bucky stayed up late on the phone for the next couple of nights after agreeing on a date Saturday night. All he would tell her was to dress nice.

"I hope you have a car, James, or access to one, because I'm not riding on a bike in a dress. I do have some standards."

Bucky laughed "Don't worry doll, I wouldn't expect a lady to ride a bike in a dress."

Saturday morning Y/N went shopping for a new dress with Terri. "I don't know Terri, I don't want something that revealing for a second date" she said looking at a tiny black dress Terri was holding up.

"Are you planning on sleeping with him? Maybe we should get some lingerie too. Do you know his favorite color?"

Y/N shrugged "It's only our second date so no. Every time I sleep with a guy too soon they ghost me. I really like him so maybe if I wait a bit he will start to fall in love with me before we have sex and not disappear. I doubt it but I don't know what else to do."

Terri shook her head "Sounds like he's already pretty into you, you should go for it.

And those guys were just creeps, I mean look at John Walker. He not only turned out to be married but he went all psycho when he was Captain America. Dude was just shit."

Y/N laughed "James has sent some mixed signals, worrying about me finding out about his past and if I would still want to be friends. And when he dropped me off He kissed me on the cheek, that's what friends do."

Then she rolled her eyes, "John fucking Walker is a creep and wasn't much in bed either. Between that and being obviously unhinged with anger issues, I feel bad for his wife. But he's not the only one. I'm pretty sure the problem is me, I-"

Terri stopped her "No, don't you start with that. The only thing wrong with you is your luck with men. And what about that enhanced senses thing? Doesn't seem like something you say to a friend.

How about this dress?" She held up a sapphire blue dress.

Y/N looked at it. "Maybe. Add it to the stack"

"We have 5 dresses, lets go try them on before we look any more."

The red dress was out of the question "Terri this is more your style, you should try it on"

The second red dress wasn't great either "It's too orangey" Y/N complained and Terri rolled her eyes.

Y/N grabbed the blue dress and put it on. Cap sleeves, sweetheart neckline, flared skirt falls just above the knee. When she looked in the mirror she smiled "I think this is it, what do you think?"

Terri gasped "Perfect. Sexy but not slutty.  The sweetheart neckline is very flattering on you. He should like the retro vibe, more like when he came up.

Do you have shoes? Are you sure you don't want to get some lingerie? Just in case."

Y/N sighed "I do need shoes and a couple of new bras, John destroyed one and then laughed when I asked him to replace it."

Terri cheered "WooHoo! Let's find something James will like." Y/N gave her a look and Terri sighed "Whenever you decide to sleep with him. You know, you can be a real buzzkill."

They found some nice bra and panty sets plus a new pair of strappy silver shoes with a kitten heel. After a late lunch they went home to get her ready. Y/N took a long, hot shower, making sure to clean, shave, condition and moisturize where needed. Terri helped with her hair and make-up, always keeping it simple.

When it was almost 7 the doorbell rang and Y/N felt her stomach drop.

Terri saw her friend looking petrified and rubbed her back "Hey, Y/N its ok. You have a date with a really nice guy, look amazing and will have a good time. Don't get stuck in your head and if he does turn out to be a creep call me and I'll come get you."

Terri answered the door to Bucky in a navy suit, holding a bouquet of pink roses. "Nice to see you again James. Y/N will be right out so have a seat. I can put those in some water for you."

Bucky looked at her nervously "Yeah, sure, thanks" and handed her the flowers but was too nervous to sit.

When Y/N walked into the living room his breath caught and his eyes grew wide. How was he supposed to take it slow when she looked like that? "Y/N, doll, you look beautiful. How did you know my favorite color?"

Y/N felt her face heat up. "Thank you, James. You look nice too. We almost match" she giggled.

Terri came out of the kitchen with the roses in a vase and set them on the coffee table "James brought these for you"

"They're beautiful James, thank you"

"Not as beautiful as you are.

Are you ready to go? We have a reservation at 8 and it's a few minutes away."

"Yeah, I'm ready" she grabbed her purse and he opened the door for her.

Terri waved good night "Have fun kids. Make sure you have her home at a reasonable hour."

Bucky and Y/N laughed at Terri "Your friend is quite the character"

"You have no idea"

On the car ride they made small talk, both being very nervous "So is this your car or did you steal it? Y/N joked

Bucky feigned offense "I would never. It's Sam's he's in Louisiana with his sister."

"Oohhh, Captain America's car. Does he keep any exciting tech in here? Is it like a fancy spy car?"

Bucky laughed "No it's just a car. All his tech is in his suit."

She pouted "Well that's no fun. He should have like a James Bond car that flies and is amphibious"

He looked at her pouty lips and licked his own, trying to distract himself with driving.

They pulled into a parking lot and Y/N recognized the sign. "Miceli's? I've heard about this place. All the wait staff are aspiring actors and will serenade guests."

"You've never been?"

She smiled sadly "Nah, since the blip we can't afford anyplace fancier than the diner. Besides this is more of a romantic place and I haven't dated anyone that realized Olive Garden isn't fine Italian cuisine."

Bucky laughed "I've never been here or Olive Garden but Sam recommended it and told me to stay away from places like Olive Garden and Red Lobster."

"That means we can sue him if it's not up to our standards, right?"

Bucky laughed as they entered the restaurant.

Once they were seated he asked her what kind of wine she preferred and ordered a bottle for them. After they ordered and some wine was poured Bucky asked her "You mentioned the blip, were you here or..."

She smiled "You can ask. That seems to be the first question we all ask since. I was blipped but was lucky that Terri hadn't moved so I came back and it was still home. I know a lot of people who reappeared in their home but new people lived there. She helped me get my job too. I'm luckier than many."

Bucky nodded, entranced "You work for the GRC, right?"

"Sort of. I work in a call center that contracts with the GRC. We help coordinate people in need with resources for housing, food, medical care and jobs. I moatly deal with medical since I worked for an insurance company before and a doctors office before that.

I don't love the job but I do love helping people."

"That's why I work with Sam. It feels good to help after everything before." He agreed.

They had chocolate chip cannolis for desert and their waiter and one of the waitresses started singing Shallow to them. Y/N blushed and Bucky just held her hand until they finished.

Bucky cleared his throat and looked her in the eyes "I brought you here becauae I wanted this to be special for you. I haven't met anyone like you and wanted, well. I uh. Would you be my girlfriend?"

Y/N looked at him in shock "Really? Me?" And saw their waiter and a couple of others watching, waiting for her answer. She smiled "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend"

Bucky grinned and leaned in to kiss her. Y/Ns mind felt like a tornado, excited and scared and anxious. Until his lips met hers and it all went out the door. It was just her and Bucky now. He deepend the kiss gently licking her bottom lip and she allowed him in. It was sweet and full of promise. She pulled away and he chased after her which made her giggle. He opened his eyes and smiled bashfully at her.

They spent the rest of the evening flirting and kissing until they ended up in front of her building and his kisses became more passionate and urgent. Bucky forced himself to pull away while he could still control himself. It didn't help that she smelled so damn good.

"I'm sorry doll, I don't want to push to fast. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?

Good night Y/N."

It took her a minute to compose herself. "Good night James."

Y/N went inside and changed into her pajamas after cleaning her face. She hung the dress up and put her shoes away. She felt like she was in a dream and came out of it as soon as she laid down in her bed. Thats when the anxiety started and she spent the next few hours over analyzing the entire evening. Every word, every action. Somehow she convinced herself that all wasn't as it seemed.

The next afternoon when Bucky called she had spent too much time in her own head. What she said to him shocked her almost as much as it shocked him

"Look James, I do like you but I think we might be moving too fast. I still want to see you but don't know if I'm ready for a committed relationship." Better to do a preemptive strike before she gets hurt again.

Buckys heart sank "But what about last night. I thought we were starting something. Is there someone else?" He should have known she wouldn't want to call the Winter Soldier her boyfriend.

She tried to reassure him "No, there isn't anyone else. It's not you at all, I just need some time. Please don't give up on me."

Bucky sighed sadly "It's ok. I get it. I have some things to do. I'll talk to you later. Bye Y/N" and hung up.

Y/N sat and stared at her phone, beating herself up. She finally meets a nice guy who likes her and she's too scared to give him a chance. She threw herself into housework and hoped that she didn't blow it.

Chapter 4

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