#shes just too 🥺 when she talks to him i cri

[ssahotchnerr]

I had a dream about this scenario last night and I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this. Aaron’s fiancé is currently in law school but she mostly has done everything online. Recently she’s had to start attending classes and her teacher has been making her extremely uncomfortable. He got access to her phone number and texts her all hours of the night. Leaves notes on her assignments asking her to dinner etc. she doesn’t want to worry Aaron cause he has so much on his plate anyway so she ask Morgan to go have a talk with the teacher to scare him off. But it turns into more of an obsession and Aaron has to get involved.

holy shit you literally had a full on movie going on in that dream and it's literal perfection cw; creepy guy yuck

it starts out with lingering stares. the prof's gaze would remain on you far too long, even after you finished speaking if you were to talk aloud, and another student was adding their input. you brush it off, tell yourself you're probably overreacting, but without fail, there's always that sickening feeling pooling in your stomach.

at first, you're seated in the front - you've always been that kind of student - better access to the board, quick to ask questions, etc., just very involved in class. but as you're seated in the front, you catch him staring at your legs, he moves closer to you during the lecture, not so subtly glancing at your chest, calls on you even if your hand isn't raised.

the more uncomfortable you get, you talk less, rarely participate, you choose to sit in the back, and that's when he starts leaving notes on your assignments - telling you how attractive you are, how you're the most extraordinary student he's had, asking you to coffee or dinner. you try your hardest to ignore it, telling yourself you just need to get through the semester. you even went to your academic advisor to see if you could potentially drop the class, but it's a needed credit. and at this point, you're already a bit into the semester, so you might as well finish it off. not only is it all incredibly disgusting, it's disheartening too. you were so looking forward to attending in-person classes after being strictly online, and now you wish you would've stuck to that.

aaron, of course, is quick to notice a change too. you don't talk about the class over dinner like you used to, ask for his expertise when it comes to difficult assignments. you're quick to change the subject if it's brought up - you honestly avoid the topic altogether. aaron knows something's going on, he provides his support in different ways to show he's there for you - making you your coffee in the morning, packing you a lunch, leaving a note with it. (omg imagine the professor finding aaron's note to you - it accidentally slipped out of your bag and he's just outraged 🫢)

when you go to morgan, shock and disgust covers his face and he starts rattling off questions - how long has this been going on, have you reported him, have you told aaron?!?!?!!? and when you tell him no, tears are just rolling down your cheeks - and it's actually the first you've cried over this whole situation, you've been holding up a strong front until now. :(( derek pulls you into a tight hug, tells you he'll do what he can, and also strongly encourages you to tell aaron. he's all, "he's your man, he'll want to know" 🥺

and ohhh when aaron finds out - furious is an understatement. you tell him the whole story from the beginning, you show him the notes that the prof has left you, and he's immediately in protective mode. and despite how upset he is, he's still so gentle and he feels so bad you've been going through this, alone at that :(((( his voice is all soft as he brushes your tears away, "sweetheart 🥺 you could've told me" and pulls you safely into his arms. you explain how you figured you'd just suck it up, didn't want to bother him, and aaron just gently shushes you, tells you okay, he understands, but please never hesitate to come to him if there's something going on :(

aaron then tells you that he's going to put a stop to this, he'll make sure of it. he calls the school, sends a Very Scary and Very FBI letter. and that prof gets fired yay!!!! and actaully, he does have a criminal record of stalking and being a creep. but with that new free time 🫢 that only means he has more time to look into you ...

#hehe and i'll end it there 🤭 #BUT ofc i can always elaborate further if y'all want #OR how would y'all end it 🫢 let me know!!!!!!!!!!!! #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine

[here2bbtstrash]

crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵‍💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

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You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader

[luveline]

hi can i request girl dad!aaron 🥺🥺 i am such a sucker for him, anything would be amazing thank you so much <3

hope this is okay!! —you have big news for your small family. 1.5k pregnant!mom!reader

When you first married his father, you weren't expecting Jack Hotchner to like you very much. Losing his mom so young, you wouldn't have blamed him for resenting you, or even hating you. You were like a stranger in his home. 

Things are different now. Jack lays in your lap with his head on your shoulder, and maybe he's a little too old for such a coddling cuddle, but who really cares? You love him and you love holding him, and if he wants some extra comfort tonight you're happy to give it. Plus, you have something you've been meaning to tell him.

“He doesn't have real headlights, did you know?” Jack asks. “They're just stickers.” 

You raise your brows at the car on screen. “No kidding.” You brush your fingers through his hair. He's blonde like his mom, though that blonde has turned brown the older he gets. 

“Race cars don't have headlights.”

“They don't need them,” you say. Jack smiles at you shyly and leans into your neck, clearly pleased. 

You're very, very glad that you ended up being someone he loved. It's a privilege to get to look after him, and to be his step mom. In the same way you're lucky to be Aaron's partner and Jane's mom, too. 

“Think dad's made dinner?” you ask. 

“No, he's probably just talking to your sister.” 

Yes, well. You can't blame him, nor would you want him to stop. He talks to Jane like she understands, and Jane, not even two years old, nearly brand new to the world, soaks him in. You can hear him if you strain, the dulcet cadence of his voice under the steady hum of the dishwasher. 

“That's okay, sweetheart, don't get upset,” he's saying, “it's okay. Come here, I've got you.” 

Jane starts to cry. You and Jack give one another the look, apprehensive in hoping it won't turn into a full blown melt down. 

“Honey?” Aaron calls. “Sorry, where did you put her other pacifier?” 

You kiss Jack's hair. “Sorry, bub. Wanna come with me?” 

Jack wants to stay and watch Cars. You wrap him in a throw blanket and make your way into the Hotchner kitchen, where Aaron rifles through the drawers and cabinets with Jane held snugly to his chest. “I know,” he says, “I know. I'll get it.” 

You nudge him aside. You only know where the spare pacifier is because you put away the wooden spoons last night and pushed it back. You fish for it, a ladybug made of glittery red plastic, and Jane's crying slows as soon as you pull it free. She grizzles while you rinse it, but she settles when you hand it over. 

“This is not the best, is it? The pacifiers?” you murmur. 

“She dropped her other one and it rolled under the oven. And no. Not ideal.” He pats her back gently. “As long as she stops before she gets her big teeth, she'll be okay.” 

“Do you think it's a comfort issue?” you ask. 

“No,” he says. You worry about stuff like this constantly, but he knows kids are more hardy, and he isn't worried. “Sorry for making you get up.” 

He hates when she cries; he may see his kids as a hardy bunch, but he takes their upset as a personal failure half the time. His concern for her overrides his concern for you, but in a few weeks that might change. You can't imagine him calling you to find something again when your stomach is round as a honeydew. 

You've been meaning to tell him about that, too. 

You're not secret-keeping immorally, he does want another baby, but you've been having a little bit of fun. He's gone on cases so often lately that he hasn't been able to keep track of you, or your doctor's appointments.

You watch him with Jane, and you think about him with Jack, and you know he's going to be happy. He's told you as much before. 

“My poor girl,” he says, covering the back of Jane's head with his hand and pulling her under his chin. He looks as fine as ever, tall, dark and handsome to a fault. Jane's lips smack as she sucks and digs her teary cheek into his chest. 

You can feel his gaze on you. “Is now a good time?” he asks. 

You shrug. “For what?” 

“To tell me what you're not telling me.” 

“Oh, busted,” you croon, aiming for his shoulder. 

You do as Jane had and press your cheek to his front, your eye forced shut. 

“What do you think it is?” you ask. 

He makes a strange noise. You can practically hear the possibilities for your secret running through his head. His birthday is vaguely soon, so that's what he'll settle on first. But Aaron likes to disregard the obvious as most people do, only circling back to it when there's no other lead to follow. 

“How big of a secret is it?” he asks, rubbing Jane's back diligently. She makes a happy sound, and for a moment he forgets his plight to kiss the top of her head. 

You speak quietly, carefully, because it is big, huge news. “The pamphlets say it’s about the size of a strawberry.” 

He puts his cheek to Jane's head softly, looking at you in confusion. A second, another, and his eyebrows start to relax, rise, a smile on his lips like it's too good to be true. “You are?” he asks in surprise.

Jack appears in the doorway with the throw blanket trailing behind him. “Y/N, when are you coming back to watch TV?” 

“Jack, lovely, come here. I have something to tell you,” you say. 

Aaron grabs your wrist. When you meet his eyes, he squeezes gently. “You're sure?” he asks. 

“The doctor seemed pretty certain, handsome.” You lower your voice as Jack comes to stand in front of you. “Are you happy?” 

“Happy about what?” 

You put your hand on your stomach cautiously, worried about Aaron and how quiet he's being, and if it's as okay to tell Jack as you'd thought, but that action is what gets him. “I love you,” he says quizzically, as though his being happy is totally dependent on the fact. “Of course I'm happy. This is the best secret you could've kept.” 

“About what?” Jack asks, patting your arm. 

You bend down just a bit to see his face properly. “It's a secret you can't tell anyone for a while, okay? The only people who can know for now are me, you, and dad.” 

“Can I tell Jane?” he asks. 

“Yeah, buddy, you can tell your sister,” Aaron says. 

You peer at him from the corner of your eye, both concerned and pleased to see the wetness ringing his waterline, and the tenderness with which he holds Jane close, his thumb rubbing little circles into her back. 

“I'm going to have another baby,” you say. 

Jack's jaw drops. “Right now?” 

“No, not right now! You still remember last time?” you ask with a laugh, taking his shoulders into your hands. 

“You were crying and shouting for dad to hold your hand.” He pokes your stomach. “So it's like Jane?” 

“Maybe one day, sweetheart. For now, it's just a tiny baby.” 

Jack wants to see your stomach. He's expecting a much bigger bump than you have to offer, but you explain that eventually it'll get bigger again, and he seems quite pleased. Aaron makes sure to give him a hug and ask him if he's okay, to which Jack says, “Yes, but can we have a brother this time?” 

You rub the soft top of your stomach. “I'll see what I can do, Jack.” 

Aaron commandeers your attention, kissing you more times than you can count. You don't think you've ever seen him this happy now the reality has truly set in, asking Jane in his murmur, “Do you want to be a big sister?” 

She gurgles around the pacifier, leaving drool in a line down his chest. 

“I know, honey. I'm excited too. Let's clean you up, mm? And make mommy a cup of hot cocoa…” He narrows his eyes at you. “Would you sit down?” 

“I'm only ten weeks, I'm fine.”

“She's keeping secrets from me, and now she won't do what I'm asking,” he says to Jane. “Can you believe it? Anyone would think mommy doesn't like me as much as she claims.” 

You kiss his cheek. “M'having your baby, Aaron, again.” 

“That is a compelling argument.” He wipes Jane's cheek. “What do you think? Should we forgive her?” Jane laughs. He smiles at you, lovesick. You're not sure who for. “I guess we're letting you get away with this one, sweetheart. But no more secrets.”

“None,” you promise. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

[theemporium]

🧸 max with his daughter when she has a nightmare🥺

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Max was never a heavy sleeper.

Even as a young child, the smallest of noises could wake the boy up. His mother used to say he was a nuisance, that Victoria could sleep through the apocalypse but he would be up and ready when the postman pushed the mail through the door. Maybe it was the racer in him, maybe it was an innate urge to be constantly vigilant even in sleep. But he was just never a heavy sleeper. 

And after your daughter was born, being a light sleeper was a blessing in disguise. 

It was rough, obviously. Waking up in the middle of the night to a small newborn crying wasn’t easy on any set of parents. But Max felt useful for it. You had done more than enough. You had done more than he ever could have asked for. The least he could do was to be the one to wake up in the middle of the night to comfort your daughter, and let you rest. 

It was something that seemed to follow into Claudia Verstappen’s toddler years.

He had just come back from a triple header, eager to spend some time with his family before he was forced to fly out for the next race. The house was quiet and the lights were off when he arrived. He had scratched Jimmy and Sassy on the head when he walked past, took a quick shower before settling into bed beside you, happy to just finally have you in his arms again. 

It hadn’t even been an hour before he heard the screams.

He was up instantly, blinking away the sleepiness in his eyes and scanning the room for the source of the noise. It took a few seconds before he realised it wasn’t coming from inside the room, but instead one down the hall. 

He hadn’t even bothered to slide his feet into slippers before he was racing out the room, a little dazed but the tightness in his chest was his main concern when he realised the noises were coming from his daughter’s room. He barreled through the door, wide eyes taking in the sight in front of him before he realised what was happening.

Claudia was still asleep. She was clenching the sheets, letting out soft whimpers and cries as she jerked around in her bed like something was trying to grab at her. She opened her mouth, a painful cry for help leaving her lips and Max felt every hair on his body rise as he quickly raced over to her side.

“Shhh, Claudia, baby, wake up for me,” he softly called out to her, his hands holding her arms to try and stop her from hurting herself. “Wake up, schatje, it’s just a dream. A bad dream. Come on, Claudia, wake up for me.”

When the girl had finally woken up, it took a few seconds before she realised her father was in front of her, and then she threw herself into Max’s arms. 

Max caught her with ease, his arms wrapping around her protectively as he held her to his chest. He placed a few kisses on the top of her head, placed in between murmurs and whispers that she was safe with him. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered when she had finally stopped crying, wiping her teary eyes and snotty nose on his shirt, but he didn’t care. 

Claudia shook her head, sniffling slightly. “No.”

“Was it a monster? You know Daddy will protect you from the monsters,” he said to her, pulling back slightly so he could run his thumbs over her puffy cheeks. 

“It wasn’t a monster,” she whispered, her lips turning downwards. “You were gone. Daddy, I don’t want you to leave.” 

“Hey, hey,” he softly called out to her, seeing the way her shoulders began to shake like she was about to start crying again. “Look at me, schatje. I’m never gonna leave you, okay?”

Claudia nodded.

“You’re my little princess,” Max said to her, lightly poking her stomach until she flashed him a bashful grin. “Who else am I going to spoil?” 

“Mama?” Claudia guessed honestly, staring up at her father with wide eyes.

Max couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Yeah, I like spoiling Mama too. My queen and my princess, that’s what you two are.”

“Does that make you king, Daddy?” Claudia asked, still clinging onto him as she made herself comfortable on his lap.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he hummed as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Do you think you can go back to bed?” 

Claudia blinked up at him. “Can you stay with me, Daddy?”

“Of course, schatje,” he murmured, and it was almost comical to see him curl up into the little princess pink race car bed she had, but he didn’t care. Claudia nuzzled herself against her father’s side, a small yawn escaping her lips. 

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

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#cece's slumblurb party #max verstappen #formula one #f1 #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen fic #max verstappen one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

[babydollmarauders]

QUINNY’S B-DAY — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

quinn hughes x platonic!reader

notes: a short birthday post for our now 24 year old captain 🫶🏻

y/n.hughes

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y/n.hughes Q, you taught me what familial love really is. you took a quiet, introverted, anxiety ridden, 13 year old girl under your wing, and i’m so grateful for that. you constantly reminded me that my home life did not make me who i was, but that it could help shape me into who i wanted to become. it’s because of you that i met my soulmate and have the amazing family and support system that i have now. where everyone else saw an outcasted 8th grader who snuck in to watch hockey practices, you saw someone who needed your love and guidance, and you had never been more right. you showed me that my house was not a home, but yours was. you showed me that i could live a life that made me feel good. and most importantly, you showed me what it was like to feel loved and wanted in someone’s life.

i’m so thankful that i get to call you my brother. i’m thankful that when i call, you answer; when i cry, you do anything to make me smile; and when i’m living, you’re cheering me on.

i love you from the north pole to the south, a million times over 🤍 thank you for providing me with the chance to be happy “because i deserve it”

happy 24th, snuggles!

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_quinnhughes was i expecting to cry a bit today? no. thank you, lovie. i love you from the north pole to the south, a billion times over 💙

y/n.hughes oh- a billion is a lot more than a million

_quinnhughes yes it is, it’s also how much i love you

y/n.hughes oh okay

jackhughes you broke my wife, jackass

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes aren’t you supposed to be nice to me on my birthday?

jackhughes i was gonna, and then you made my lovie cry again

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes again?

jackhughes she already cried going through her camera roll to find these pictures and writing the post

_quinnhughes @/y/n.hughes call me 💙

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes happy birthday, Quinner! best oldest bro there ever was 💪

_quinnhughes thanks, moose!

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes happy birthday, Quinn! 🫡 go beat the Oilers!

_quinnhughes thank you, Alex! i’ll sure try!

colecaufield @_quinnhughes haps birth, cap bro!

_quinnhughes you didn’t finish a single word in that sentence… thanks, Cole?

colecaufield you’re so welcome!

jackhughes @_quinnhughes i guess happy birthday big bro, hope you have a good day and a good game!

_quinnhughes lovie made you say this, didn’t she?

jackhughes you know it

_quinnhughes i’ll accept it anyways, thanks Jacky

jackhughes El also says happy birthday

_quinnhughes she can’t even say happy birthday, dude

jackhughes but she CAN say “appy day-day, winny!”, i was paraphrasing

_quinnhughes big word for ya, bud

jackhughes just for that, you don’t get to see my daughter or my wife

_quinnhughes too late, lovie is facetiming me rn. talk to ya in two secs

jackhughes damnit, lovie!

y/n.hughes i love and miss him 🥺

jackhughes damn, i can’t stay mad at you

#el!hughes au #quinn hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #vancouver canucks #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[peachesofteal]

I need the next part of the disco baby trap hospital drabble🥺 Simon and Johnny take Darling and Bee home, maybe their apartment where they can better keep an eye on them, but it’s so tense because Darling is worried they’re going to try to take Bee from her, is still feeling the sting of betrayal, maybe is afraid they’re trying to trap her again

🍄

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18+ / Takes place after this / baby trap au

“Alright, alright.” Johnny murmurs, walking a pattern back and forth in the kitchen, arms slightly bouncing an unhappy Bee to try to settle her. “I know, ‘m not mum. I know.” He can’t help the anxiety that flickers through him, eyes casting quickly to the closed bedroom door, where he can just barely hear the low hum of Simon’s voice, vibrating underneath the echo of your coughing.

He paces in the between the countertops and the fridge, working a pattern, stepping in time to a melody that he’s barely whispering to his daughter, something old, a forgotten tune his mother used to lull him to sleep with. At first, it doesn’t do much to settle Bee, and a wash of emotions threaten to pull frustrated tears to his eyes.

Why should it? He’s but a stranger to her, after all. She does not know either of them, and there’s no one to carry the blame of it except for him, and Simon. She was miserable in the hospital, and neither of them could soothe her, the only thing that succeeds in calming her was to be placed in your bed, by your side, even though you were too weak and too sick to even hold her.

“Let’s get ye some food, eh?” He fidgets with the jar lid, and Bee’s brows furrows with indignation as she glares upwards. This attitude reminds him so much of you, from before, when things were good, and you were happy, safe and secure, confident. Bee fusses at him, but when he goes to put her in her high chair so she can eat, she wails in protest, like something new is upsetting her. “What is it?” He strokes a finger across her cheek and then up to her forehead, checking for warm skin, and breathing a sigh of relief when it feels normal. Her fever broke in hospital three days ago, and your doctor finally agreed to allow the two of you to go home yesterday, even though you were still incredibly weak and exhausted from the pneumonia.

“I’d feel better releasing you both if you could assure me there will be someone to support you at home.” Your doctor sighs, while she thumbs through a tablet at your bedside. Bee sleeps in the bassinet next to your bed, laying between where they sit on the other side of the room, and you. “You’re still running a low fever, and the shortness of breath is going to persist for a while.” Your lower lip trembles, and a tear forms on your waterline, spilling over onto your check when you try to take a deep breath as you quickly wipe it away.

“We can help.” Simon says, keeping his voice soft. The doctor glances at him, before looking back at you. “If you’ll let us.”

“We’d love to be there, for you and Bee.” Johnny adds, hopefully, rubbing a palm against the back of his neck. He’s having a hard time standing still, and Simon knows it, tries to calm him by pressing the outside of his thigh to Johnny’s.

“I’ll let you three talk it out.” The doctor says, before putting the tablet away and patting the bed. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Bee cries aloud, and he holds her against his chest, patting her back gently, swaying side to side. “Okay baby girl, you’re okay.” He kisses her softly on the top of her head, trying to shush her gently. Your voice crests from the bedroom, a sob that fades into a cough, and he tenses, worry thrumming through him. Bee settles a little, her face going blissfully sleepy, and he picks the lullaby back up, eager to rock her into her dreams.

“You need more sleep.” Simon tries to ease you into closing your eyes from where he sits on the bed, halfway down the mattress, far enough away that you’re comfortable, but close enough that he feels like he can get you to focus. You’ve been in a fog, head cloudy and a little off kilter, the low grade fever still running through your system and the cough wrecking havoc on your rest. He doesn’t think he’s seen you sleep for more than a few hours at a time, and your body is weak as a result.

He’s trying to be gentle, to be soft, to let you choose and decide. He’s determined not to overstep, not to make you feel like you’re backed into a corner, or that they’re here for nefarious reasons. He knows, you don’t want them here. He knows you reluctantly agreed because you’re doctor practically demanded it.

He also knows you know, that you’re too sick and run down to take care of Bee right now. The realization is a difficult one to swallow because you’ve been so strong, so resilient all this time.

He’s in awe of it, of you. Of how incredible of a mum you’ve been to Bee, all the sacrifices you’ve made to give her an opportunity to flourish, how you’ve taken care of her, given her the best of everything you could find. It doesn’t escape him, the toll it’s taken on you, the way you’ve neglected yourself for her, the way you’ve put yourself dead last in every aspect to make sure she’s well and happy.

Their darling girl, so brave. So strong for your daughter, but never for yourself.

But at the same time, it makes him hate himself even more. Hates what he’s done, hates how he let himself get out of control and do something so hideous to the person he loves. Hates how because of him, you’ve suffered so greatly. Hates that he let his most selfish urges cloud his judgement, hates how he ruined everything for you, and Johnny. How he ruined your happiness, Johnny’s happiness, his own. He tries not to think about how it felt to see the fear in your eyes, how it was when you were convinced they were there to take Bee away from you, like he was a wretched monster.

Like he was a man as wicked as his father.

“No.” You shake your head, trying to reach towards where Bee is cradled in Johnny’s arms. “I wa-want Bee. Give her to me.” You cry, and push away from Simon, stumbling before careening towards the ground. He catches you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Darling, we’re at the hospital. We need to go inside.”

“No, no. I won’t… I won’t let you take her.” He grits his teeth, jaw tightening as he turns your face towards his.

“Look at me.” You try to twist away but he holds you still. “Shhh, darling. Look at me. It’s okay, everything is okay.” Your breath is ragged, wet and heavy, and he can feel how hot your skin is beneath his touch. “We’re not here to take Bee. We’re going to see a doctor okay? Bee needs a doctor, right? That’s why we’re here.”

Your hand curls into a fist by your side, and he beats back his urge to reach for it, to try to comfort you, even though he knows you’d recoil from him. He wants to soothe you, pull you into his chest, ease your worries and fear. He wants to take control and fix this, to do what he knows to do best, but he can’t.

You’ll never trust him again.

You cough, hunching forward, and he grabs the glass of water from the bedside table, pointing the straw towards your mouth. Your features soften when you sip, and once he’s satisfied you’ve had enough, he pulls away. You sag where you’re propped up against the pillows, practically wilting and he wants to scream in frustration, in fear. He has half a mind to take you back to the hospital, and almost did this morning, but stood down after talking to your doctor on the phone.

“Do you think you can sleep?” He asks, and you blink at him, lips parted, like you’re processing his words but unable to answer.

“I don’t know.” You moan, miserably, and his heart breaks a little bit while tears web in your lashes. You’re so sick, and uncomfortable, and he wants to help you but no matter what he does, nothing comforts you. “Where’s Bee?”

“Johnny was going to give her a bit of lunch. In the kitchen.” His fingers spread wide on the bed, desperately seeking you, like they’re moving on their own accord, pulling him closer and closer.

“I want to-“ your words are choked off by another cough and he grimaces. “I want to see her.” You cry, the tears that were gathering in your eyes spilling freely down your cheeks, and you gasp a sob. “I want Bee.”

“Okay, okay.” He tries to console you, and his hand moves closer, now resting against the outside of your knee. “You were resting, darling. He only took her to the kitchen.” He explains, and you shake your head before slumping farther into the bed, your body now overcome with sobs.

“Please.” You moan, and then cough between your tearful breaths. “Simon.” You cry his name, eyes half closed. Something shifts above the sheets, and then warm fingers are brushing against his.

His heart stops in his chest before he realizes it wasn’t intentional, that you were just moving. Still, he can hope.

He says your name, and you cry harder, head heavy, your lungs fighting for each breath, the combination of your distress and the pneumonia choking off your air. “Hey, hey. It’s-“

“Si-Simon.” You gasp, and then your eyes are widening in a haze of fear. “I ca- can’t… can’t breathe.” You’re panicking, you’re scared, and he can’t fight himself well enough to keep his hands for reaching for you.

To his shock, you don’t fight him. He moves slowly, painstakingly so while your body shakes with sobs, but you don’t tense or flinch away.

“Darling,” he whispers. “Can I hold you?” He wouldn’t dare try to without your say so, not when he’s hurt you so badly, betrayed your trust beyond a level of comprehension. If you don’t want him to, he won’t.

But you’re also free falling into a panic attack. Your body is trembling, and he’s scared, holding his breath while you answer with a nod.

It’s enough, enough for him to move forward and pull you into his arms, wrapping you up without holding you too tight, settling his palm on the back of your neck to gently squeeze you there. He runs his other hand up and down your back and you cry into his chest.

“I want Bee.” Your plea is interrupted by another coughing fit, and he leans you back slightly and tilts your face upwards to try to help you breathe.

“Shhh. It’s alright. She’s just outside, Johnny will bring her in. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

“It’s n-ot.” You wheeze as he coos above your ear.

The bedroom door creaks open, revealing a hesitant Johnny with a very sleepy baby in his arms, who stops dead in his tracks when he sees what’s happening the bed. The image of you, cradled against Simon, letting yourself be held, letting yourself be touched. He blinks in surprise, and Simon gives him a look. Do not make a big deal.

“She’s right here.” Johnny calls to you, crossing the distance and then sitting hesitantly beside Simon. “Bee’s right here. We didn’t go far, just to the kitchen. Promise.” Your shaking hands reach for her, but you don’t try to hold her, you just place your palm on her chest while you rest against Simon. Your breathing evens out slowly, matching his own, and Bee’s, and your cries quiet to occasional sniffles while your lungs rasp. Minutes pass, and yet you still don’t pull away, instead staying tucked into Simon, body relaxing slowly. His thumb rubs circles into your neck, and Johnny watches with wide eyes.

“Everything’s alright.” Simon murmurs into your hair. “It’s okay. Bee’s here.” You nod, eyes starting to slip shut, body and mind wrung out with exhaustion.

As you drift, Bee does too, until you’re both asleep, with Simon and Johnny holding their breath collectively, eyes flicking from you, to Bee, to one another every other second, like they can’t believe what they’re seeing.

#🍄 anon #peaches asks #peaches writes #soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader #ghost x reader x soap

[luvyeni]

Hellow. I was wondering if you can write this silly thing in my mind, Jay with a Chubby girlfriend, he's experienced and basically all the college girls recognize him as a sex God until he met her, she's virgin and insecure, like it actually took Jay a long time to gain her trust because she was thinking that it was impossible someone so popular and handsome like him liked some like her.

Here's my plot: all the girls have been talking about her and how fat and ugly she's making her even more insecure to the point that she push away Jay when he touched her like he usually does even just holding hands, especially when he holds her waist. But he's so in love with her that he just adores every single inch of her, reassuring her that no one is as beautiful as her, so he just kiss every inch of her making her first time so special and full of love and tears because I'm a cry insecure baby

Sorry for the long ask, literally i dreamed about this 🥺

FOREVER AND ALWAYS; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. boyfriend!jeongseong x fem!reader

wc. 1.9k

warnings. talks of weight, fatshaming, insecurities, oral (f. reader), unprotected sex, overstimulation, reader cries.

i hope it's like you dreamed💓! the bullying kind of made me sad since im a big girly myself, so i didn't add too much.

after finding out people have been saying horrible things about you, he's determined to show you how much he loves you.

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"she's so shameless, if i was that fat i wouldn't wear such things." you frowned, looking down at the message wishing jay would hurry up. "yeah, jay is such a cute guy, he could get anyone he wants, i don't understand why he would date someone like her."

"it's probably a joke, it has to be."

you could hear them laughing at you , and they knew you could hear them. they knew because it was something you heard on a daily occurrence by people just like them.

"baby." jay ran over to you, kissing your cheek, noticing how you moved your face, but deciding to ignore it. "hey jay." the girls giggled flirtatiously. "hi." he turned back to smiling.

"my class got held up, im sorry, you ready to go home?" he went to grab your hand, something he always did when you'd walked back to your shared apartment near campus, so you could imagine his surprise when you brushed it away. "yeah, let's go."

jay was confused, it's been a while since you avoided his affection. when you started dated, jay had a reputation , that forbid you to trust him , being really standoffish , jay was much more experienced than you , actually you had no experience due to your insecurities. jay was aware of this , so he actually took the time to get to know you , and form a relationship with you , a year later and he didn't even care that you haven't had sex , he just wants to be around you all the time.

"let's stop and get some food to take home." he pointed to your favorite store. "i'm not hungry." jay was serious when it came to food though. "well then put in the fridge and eat it later, let's just get it now." he held the door open, letting you walk in.

"do you want the regular?" he stood behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, kissing you lovingly. you felt eyes on you, and the chuckles, pushing his arm away. "get whatever jay." you went to go wait by the door, you didn't mean to sound so rude, but you really just wanted to go home.

jay couldn't even ask you what was wrong because he was next in line, and you had already put your headphone on, spaced out.

you walked the rest of the way in silence, headphones on as you finally made it to your apartment, taking your shoes off , making your way to your room, undressing out of your day clothes.

"wait, are we just not gonna talk about it." jay followed behind. "what are you talking about?" you searched through the drawer in your underwear and a tank top, looking for a pair of sweats.

"you've been acting weird the entire walk home, you've avoided my affection multiple times, you keep looking around to see if people are looking, what is it? what's wrong." you turned to him. "why are you still here?" he took a step back. "what."

"you can have anybody you want, there are girls lining up to have sex with you, they do it right in front of me so know, why are you here? what do you want from me? am i just a joke that you're stringing along for a laugh with your friends?" jay was stunned, even on your worst days, you've never snapped at him, and he could tell you didn't mean it either cause of the widening of your eyes.

"im so sorry, i didn't mean it." he was silent, just pulling you into a hug. "i'm sorry." he rubbed up and down your back. "it's okay." he whispered. "i know you didn't mean it." he could feel your shoulders shaking as you sniffled into his neck, your tears warm. "they're so mean." jay finally got what was bothering you , and he was pissed. how dare they make you feel like this, after everything he's done to make you feel secure, how dare they treat you like this.

"listen to me, there is no one as beautiful as you are, you understand me?" he looked at you with a serious face. "i don't want anyone else but you, and i will spend as long as i need to, to prove it to you love." he held your cheek in his hand, wiping the tears. "i love you okay?" you sniffled, nodding. "i love you too."

he kissed the apples of your cheeks. "my fools made my pretty baby feel bad about herself, they'll pay for this i swear." he kissed your lips. "my baby doesn't see how beautiful she is, but i do, she is the most beautiful person in the whole world." he kissed your neck. "i just love her so much." he said in between kissed. "j..jay." he shushed you. "let me show you baby just how beautiful i think you are." he backed you up against the bed, pushing you down softly.

"so so pretty." he climbed on top of you, continuing his assault on your neck. "j..jay, feels so good." you moaned. "yeah? does it?" he kissed down to your chest. "im gonna make you feel so good princess." his hand came up to grope your tits. "been waiting so long to feel these in my hand baby, so soft." you're back arched off the bed at the sensation. "so sensitive."

"t..they're too big." he lifted your shirt off your body, going back to squeezing them. "they're fucking perfect baby, i can't wait to fuck them, paint them with my cum." he licked a nipple. "jay f..fuck." you sighed, as he licked and sucked on your nipples, showing them each the same amount of love and affection, before he continued down to your tummy.

"your pretty tummy, love to touch. " his kisses were hot on your stomach. "made me feel really bad earlier, my pretty baby wouldn't let me touch her pretty tummy like i always do, it's my favorite thing, but she denied me." he was getting dangerously close to your underwear. "m..m'sorry." he gave your stomach one more kiss. "i know baby, you're gonna repay me by letting me eat your pretty pussy aren't you?" his words made your hips involuntarily buck up.

"y..yes." he slowly slid your panties down your legs, kissing up your legs, until he was face to face with your heat. "s.stop staring." you tried to close your legs, but he held them open. "sorry love, i can't help it, you're so pretty, everything about you is so pretty." he kissed the inside of your thighs. "i really want you to sit on my face." you whined, he looked up at you. "not right now." he nodded. "okay princess we don't have to, it's all about you." he gave your thighs a few more kisses, you could feel his breathing on your heat.

"jay please." you mewled trying to move your hips. "do something." he kissed your thighs one more time, before giving your cunt a surprise lick. "jay." your hands gripped the bedsheet. "taste so good baby." he gave your cunt a few kitten licks before eating you out like a starved man.

you've never felt something like this, the way he would switch between long stripes up your wet cunt, to little kitten licks, it had your head spinning. one particular lick had you grabbing his hair, grinding your cunt against his face. he moaned right into your heat, allowing you to use him to get yourself off.

"jay i feel- shit it feels so good." he could feel you gripping his hair a little harder, you about to cum. "go a head and cum pretty girl." you felt something build up in your abdomen, then snap. "im cumming!" jay continued licking your mess, riding out your high, until he felt your hips jerk from overstimulation. "j..jay."

"okay princess im done." he gave your clit one more kiss, before coming up, his lips glossed from your essence and spit. "you taste so good, i couldn't help it." his hand came down to his crotch, palming his hard on. "jay- we don't have to do anything right now, i just wanted to show you how much i love you."

you ignored him, replacing his hand with yours, rubbing him. "i want to, i'm ready." he groaned, hips bucking into your touch. "fuck- fine princess, i'll be gentle i swear." you trusted jay, you knew he wouldn't harm you. "i know you will." he climbed off of you, getting rid of all his clothes.

you never seen a cock before beside the videos, but his was probably the prettiest you've ever seen, he wasn't intimidatingly big; thick enough to make you feel good, veins decorated the sides all the way up to his dark red tip that had precum bubbling at the top, it made your mouth water.

"princess why are you staring so much?" he smirked, his thumb coming up to rub your clit. "p..pretty." he chuckled. "thank you love." he teased your hole with a finger. "so wet princess." he slowly slid his finger in. "gotta stretch you out a bit pretty, so it won't hurt as much." he slowly fingered you before pulling out.

"you ready beautiful?" you nodded. "please put it in jay." he bent down, kissing your lips, distracting you as he slowly pushed himself inside your hole. "j..jay." you moaned in pain and pleasure at the stretch. "i know love, i know." he slowly bottomed out inside you, letting out a low moan as you successfully took him hole. "pretty girl, you took all of me."

you were so tight, the way you clenched around him so tightly he knew he wasn't gonna last long, it had been a year since he had sex with anyone, forced to use his hand. "fuck baby, if i don't move now, im gonna cum just from your pretty pussing clenching around me." you moaned. "y..you can move." he pulled out, pushing himself inside you all at once this time. "f..fuck jay!" he began to thrust himself in and out of you.

"shit! princess you're so tight, so fucking wet."

his eyes were glued to your tits, the way they bounced along with every thrust. "so pretty baby, you're so fucking pretty— shit- i hate when you talk bad about yourself." you were a moaning mess. "you're so beautiful, you mean so much to me, you understand me." you nodded, but jay wanted to hear you.

"i said do *thrust* you *thrust* under *thrust* stand *thrust* me?" you felt the build up in your abdomen. "i..i understand." he kissed your lips. "i love you so much, don't forget that." you couldn't understand why, but you started to cry. "i..i love you too." he kissed your cheeks. "j..jay i'm gonna cum." he reached in between your bodies rubbing your clit. "cum for me pretty, go a head." you were a crying fucked out mess as you came on his cock. "shit!" he pulled out, fisting his cock before spilling all over your abused twitching hole.

you were still crying, overwhelmed by everything, jay pulled you into a hug, not caring about the sweat, or the smell of sex in the air, he only cared about you. "it's okay love, im right here." he rocked your body. "let it out."

he let you get yourself together before he helped you clean up, bringing you back to the bed. "don't go." he smiled, caressing your face. "i'll be right back." he said exiting the room. he returned back with the food you bought. "let's just eat in here tonight, i'll clean everything else later." you smiled as your boyfriend set everything up. "what is it?" he laughed. "i just love you so much." he kissed your lips, pulling away smiling.

"i told you, i'll always be here for you, i love you too, forever and always."

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #jay x reader #jay hard thoughts #jay hard hours #jay smut

[augustinewrites]

I don't know if you have written about this before, but I'm thinking about the fushigojos going to Disney, Gojo would be the type of person who wants to buy mickey ears to everyone and megumi being annoyed by it. Or them going to all the resorts so they can take pictures with the characters.

the fushigojos at disney world:

gojo: insists on matching shirts/merchandise, pays extra for the fast pass, makes everyone pose for awkward group photos in the randomest places, cries at firework show, spins everyone way too fast in the teacups and throws up after, leaves the park happy and satisfied bcs he made memories with his favourite people.

fushigojo mom: has the bag holding everyone’s belongings, always has snacks (for those two hour long lines), makes sure everyone remembers to drink water, keeps everyone on schedule so they’re in the right areas when characters make their appearances, spins everyone at a leisurely speed and has to knock back an advil after, leaves the park carrying way too much stuff bcs gojo has no self control.

megumi: navigator/map holder, wanders off whenever he feels like and gives everyone a heart attack, spins everyone too fast in the teacups but doesn’t throw up after, the kid forced to take pictures with the princesses bcs his sister wants to (looks at them like 😕 when they ask him questions), leaves the park double fisting turkey drumsticks

tsumiki: just happy to be there and is along for the ride, will see every character she can and has a little book to get all their signatures, takes pictures of cute food and drinks, LOVES talking to and taking pictures with the princesses, spins everyone at a leisurely pace in the teacups and doesn’t throw up after, leaves the park in gojo’s arms because she had way too much fun and is sleepy 🥺

#[💌—inbox] #keeping up with the fushigojos

[pray4byron]

Hi Hi Hiii!!

I just came across your blog for the first time and OMG YOUR CONTENT IS SO SILLY I LOVE IT AHENEGSNWVDBEGDEE (the aesthetic is <33)

That 300 thingy was so cute,too bad i missed it 😭😭

Anyways,

May I ask for some platonic! Alastor,Rosie,Zestial,Carmilla,Vox,Adam and Husk (don't be afraid to shorten the list if it's too many 😭 I usually give a lot so you can write those you have more inspiration for) with a child!reader that is stereotypically childish and just very energetic and happy? Like,they love bright colors,plushies,running around,climb on stuff,always are happy but overall is a very nice and polite kid and will behave if kept occupied? Maybe one day the kid isn't all happy like always and the character worried? (Idk you do you,I just want a silly little chaotic kid!reader 😭😭)

I love platonic stuff so yeah :3

Anyways,I hope you can and enjoy writing this!!

I hope you have a really nice day! Don't forget to drink water and have rest!!

Stay proud!

-Nina <3

AWEEE TYSM !! i’m glad you enjoy my content (as well the aesthetic of my blog hehe), dw tho!! i’ll def have more events similar to my 300 celly in the future ~

as of now, i do not write for zestial or carmilla, but other than that i can do the rest ! enjoy !

Adam, Alastor, Husk, and Rosie + Chaotic!Child!Reader

Adam

He literally loves you to pieces bro, it makes him consider kids later on in his afterlife

Wrestling is constant with the the two of you, he’ll let ya beat him up for fun, he’ll swing ya around, anything ya want!!

Although, if you start swearing at a young age, now it’s thinks to him!

If he sees that the chaotic and fun kid he knows just isn’t feeling it today, he’ll plop down next to ya, try to make you laugh or smile, but if he gets no response? Crushed bro.

He’ll just be like “What’s wrong little bro?” with a 🥺 look on his :’)

Alastor

Alastor wasn’t much of a kid person, well.. until he met you.

You were fun to be around - ���energetic, but also still polite, as well as entertaining

He would have you do some tasks, giving him less work, and it kept you occupied

Although one day, his charming little kiddo wasn’t their normal happy self.

Al would bend to your level, a soft smile on his face, “Young one, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Husk

To be honest, kids weren’t really Husk’s thing, teenagers? Sure. But young children, eh…

Well, until he met you, you were polite, but still had a lot of energy and were fun to be around — but also knew when to shush.

He would especially love it when you would say the most out of pocket shit, and just not know, cause you’re just a kid!

But when he sees his little stinker without their usual smile, he’s concerned.

When you come to the bar with your little soft frown, Husk will lean over the counter to face you, whispering a small ‘Keep pushing tiger, ya got this.’

Rosie

Rosie adores children of all ages, she’s a very motherly person, so it’s safe to say when you first stumbled into her emporium, clueless, she was more than delighted to help you!!

Once she got to know you, she was in awe about how a child could be more perfect, you were so grown yet so innocent, it was cute, really.

So when she sees you stumble back to her parlor, looking like you had just cried, her heart broke for you.

She’ll take your hand, and lead you off to your usual talking spot, giving you a cup a tea, “C’mon now, sweetie, what’s got ya in a funk? What can I do?”

#hazbin hotel #mio’s writing ! ☆ #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x y/n #fanfiction #x you #hazbin adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #husk x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husker #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #husk #rosie hazbin #hazbin rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader #rosie

[bricknees]

it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)

─•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•─

• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria

• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant

• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing

• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself

• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*

• you cried

• daryl snapped

• it was... not a good day

• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them

• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time

• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."

• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG

• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...

• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size

• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen

• constant jokes about needing a paternity test

• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"

• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing

• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though

• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it

• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair

• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."

• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.

• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...

• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"

• he refuses to own up to it

• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"

• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)

• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more

• "uncle dick!"

• ...

• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."

little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭

#twd #the walking dead #merle dixon #twd headcanons #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #uncle merle

[chvnnie]

in my brain every day is: dad!chan SPECIFICALLY girl dad chan🥹🥹 and husband chan, waking up and doing your morning routine with him, & watching him pack his little girls lunches, and him singing them to sleep and

DAD CHAN IS SUPERIOR FOR A REASON.

He wrote the book on how to be a dad — not literally, but he is working on one.

There’s praise from every direction. You, his friends, strangers. Everyone loves to talk about how good of a dad he is. Attentive, engaging. Loving and kind. But at the base of that, Chan knows what makes him a good dad is that he’s a great partner.

It all starts with you. You, the person who hung the stars. The person who can make him smile even on days where smiling doesn’t feel right. The person who holds him when he cries, who is by his side when he’s sick, who cheers with him when he’s happy.

You, You, You. You’re the foundation of Chan.

“Sleep in tomorrow.” He tells you one night. His arms are locked around your waist, lips brushing against your bare shoulder. Chan pushed the strap of your pajama shirt down a while ago.

“I’ve slept in all week, Chan.” You say with an airy laugh, skin tingling as his lips make their way to your neck.

“Hm, sleep more. You deserve it.”

It’s hard to argue when his kisses are so soft, a large hand sliding up your shirt. Eyes fluttering shut, you allow yourself to melt in your husband’s touch. This is what you get to experience every night. His careful kisses, the way he knows just how to—

It’s like on cue that the door to your bedroom kicks open. Chan looks up from your neck, adjusting the strap of your shirt. “What’s going on—“

“Nightmare.” Your oldest daughter says simply, making her way to the bed without another word. In her wake stands the smaller, younger one.

“And you?” You ask as the oldest makes herself at home in your bed.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

You look back at Chan, who is shrugging. There’s no use fighting things like this.

“Fine. But I get to sleep next to mom.” Your husband says, the girls complaining under their breath.

By the morning, everyone had shuffled. Chan is somehow at your feet, his head resting on your ankles. Your oldest is laying across the bed, her feet resting on your stomach while the youngest is clinging to you. The grip to strong to shake.

Just a moment. That’s all you want. Just a moment to enjoy the feeling of this love, a love that you only get to feel because of the man at your feet.

Chan. Chan is the base of it all.

The alarm is shrill. The girls have their father’s groan, hands rubbing their eyes or flipping onto their stomachs in protest. Nobody wants to wake up for school.

“Alright.” Chan grumbles, but makes no effort to move. Instead, his arms wrap around your calves. Holding still. “Baby, I think the girls are too sick to go to school.”

You chuckle, threading your fingers through the child closest to you’s hair. “I think they’re okay—“

“No.” Your oldest’s words are muffled by the mattress. “‘m so sick, momma.”

“Yeah.” The youngest doesn’t even open her eyes as she fakes a cough. “So sick.”

Maybe you’ll get more than just a moment.

a/n: the girls were a lil older in this BUT I HOPE THIS IS WORKS 🥺

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #dad bang chan #bang chan fluff #chan fluff #skz dads chvnnie #dad skz

[russellsppttemplates]

So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#max verstappen blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[creedslove]

more joel and baby headcanons pleaseee, it ignited my baby fever 😭😭

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: alright bestie, I can't resist Joel as a dad either because he's the best 🥺❤️

Joel is a tough man and you thought you would never see him cry, until the day you gave birth to your beautiful baby daughter and the moment he held her in his arms for the first time he teared up 

In fact, he managed to wipe a tear that insisted on running down his cheek quickly, but you caught that moment and pretended you didn't so you wouldn't embarrass him 

But from the moment he held his baby daughter in his arms for the first time, he knew there was no turning back: his heart just overflew with love and that little princess had him wrapped around her tiny little finger 

Joel loves his daughter so much he doesn't even have enough words to describe, all the worries and fears he had about maybe being too old to be a dad again and the trauma he had from being abandoned with a newborn were gone in the blink of an eye 

Joel carries her all the time, yeah his back hurts but so what? he is not gonna let that stop him from holding her 

He is so proud of her and he talks about her ALL.THE.TIME to whoever is willing to listen to it 

He keeps pictures of his baby daughter in his wallet because he is old-fashioned™ but he also has his phone full of pics and videos of her smiling or doing something cute 

Whenever he is out, he buys his baby girl something, he just can't help himself, if he sees something cute he's already swiping his credit card because his daughter deserves everything in the world 

Joel is the toughest mf you've ever met, that man doesn't shy away from hard work or a bar fight, but he is terrified of clipping the baby's nails because they are just so tiny so he actually leaves that to you 

But any other baby duty, he's there for you: diaper change, feeding or bathing the baby, he will help you without you even needing to ask, he just knows he's the father and that's his obligation too 

Joel naps with the baby all the time, like his chest is pretty much her second bed because that baby sleeps peacefully all snuggled up against her daddy, she doesn't fuss or cry at all 

If she cries in the middle of the night, he's the first one to get up and check on her, unless Joel is extremely tired and barely wakes up through the cries 

He plays the guitar for the baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When she's already a few months old and is able to sit on the couch, he takes his guitar and strums it gently in front of her, always humming some song 

And she loves it, smiling big and giggling and that absolutely kills Joel because he can't handle how much he loves that little thing 

He doesn't sleep and spends the whole day worried when she's a little sick and he's with you during doctor's appointments whenever he can 

Father's day is simply his favorite day of the year because Sarah usually comes home and he gets to spend the day with his two beautiful daughters and with the love of his life: you ❤️

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A/N: I need to give this man a baby 😭🥺

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[luvhughes43]

uncle jack | dad!quinn hughes x reader

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request: can you write for quinn where you guys have like a 2 or 3 year old daughter together and you guys go on vacation to hawaii with jack and your daughter is OBSESSED with jack like wants to be with him 24/7, takes naps together, he takes her swimming, plays in the sand together, shares ice cream, she makes him play with her barbie mermaids, watches bluey together. but she gets so jealous when fans come up to jack and like talk to him and take pictures with him because she's his number one girl and then she gets mad and cries to quinn about it and quinns sad that she's sad but kinda happy that she went to him because she hasn't been when jacks around. but eventually jack makes it up to her and assures her that he loves her

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“‘ack?” your three year old asked as you helped her into her swimsuit. you were vacationing in hawaii with jack and yours and quinns daughter wouldn’t stop asking for him. it made sense, since the youngest hughes never got to see her uncle, but you and quinn were both surprised by how intense her love for her uncle was. if the group was going into the ocean? jack had to be the one to help her swim. when they went to the buffet? jack had to be the one sitting next to her. her asking for jack never stopped.

“were going to go meet him at breakfast baby,” quinn says to the toddler as he fishes the sunscreen out of your bag upon your request. 

after you had made sure everyone had on their sunscreen, you were walking to the buffet. 

“‘ack! ‘ack!” your daughter screams from her dads arm as soon as she sees jack. she leans out of her dads hold, her hands reaching out to signal to jack that she wants him to grab her. 

“princess!” jack smiles at the toddler as he takes her from his brother. 

your daughter starts babbling and talking to jack who nods along enthusiastically to every word. 

“when am i going to get my daughter back?” quinn asks you, pouting slightly as he watches his brother laughing with his daughter.

“she never gets to see him, just give it some time,” you smile softly at your husband. quinn loved that his brothers were so close to his daughter, but they were on day 4 of the trip and it seemed like his daughter wanted nothing to do with him in favour of his brother. 

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ynuser baby only wants her uncle jack

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trevorzegras damn q she replaced you quick🤣🤣 _quinnhughes 😐

jackhughes my girl❤️

yourbff she’s so cute🥺🥺 need u guys to come home immediately

lhughes_06 jackhughes dont be fooled if i was there she’d only want me

jackhughes sure bud whatever you think

it happened on night 6. you had taken your daughter to the bathroom and by the time you got back to your table a girl was there sitting beside jack. your daughter didn't say anything as she went to quinns side and cuddled in close. it was a long day at the beach, and you were surprised the little girl was still awake. 

“i think we should get this little one to bed,” you spoke to the group as you started to gather your things. your daughter was practically asleep leaning against quinns side. 

“come on, let's go baby” quinn whispered to your daughter as he lifted her into his arms. 

the movement woke her up. “NO!” she protested loudly.

“come on, let's go sleep, you're tired,” you smoothed your daughters hair out of her face.

“unca ‘ack you come too!” the girl whined and jack looked at the girl next to him sheepishly.

“no sweetie we have to go,” you tried to calm your daughter down but it didn't work. 

she started crying, so you and quinn said your goodbyes and made your way back to your hotel room. 

the next morning, the young girl was in a visibly bad mood. the girl from the night before saw you guys at breakfast and pulled up a chair, unknowingly taking your daughters spot. 

the day continued similarly but with other people. fans kept spotting jack and asking for pictures, leaving your daughter confused and upset that her uncle was constantly being pulled away from her. 

you were at the pool when the newest fan approached jack - this time a man in his late forties.

your daughter quietly walked over to quinn with her pool float still in hand. “daddy…” she started, her voice full of sadness. quinn quickly gathered the girl in his arms and leaned back against his lounge chair. 

“whats wrong?” 

“unca ‘ack don't love me!” she whined, leaning her head under her dads chin. 

“what? of course he loves you,” quinn tried to sooth his daughter. “why would you say that?” he questioned. he honestly had no idea where this sudden shift came from. just yesterday the girl literally didn't want to be separated from jack and now she didn't think jack loved her?

“‘ack no want to play!” the little girl explained as she leaned away from her dad to look into his eyes. 

quinn was still visibly confused. they had played literally all day.

“see look daddy! who that!” the girl pushed her hand against her dads cheek effectively making his head turn to see jack and the man from earlier still talking. 

quinn held his daughter a little tighter. “they’re just talking about hockey, baby. jack loves you soo much” quinn reassured the girl, rubbing his hand up and down her back. 

your daughter mumbled something back as she laid her head against her dads shoulder. 

fifteen minutes later, jack was bounding back over to the small family ready to play some games in the pool. “she's sleeping?” he groaned. “i didn’t mean to take that long” jack pouted as he sat in a lounge chair next to you and quinn. 

“she’s tired,” you explained. “she’s been upset too which hasn't helped”

jacks head shot towards you. “she’s upset? why”

quinn sighs, “she thinks you don’t love her anymore”

“what?” jack exclaims which quinn quickly shushes. 

“she’s sleeping!” quinn whisper-yells as he looks down at his daughter cuddled into his chest.

“what did i do?” jack lowers his voice, his eyes never leaving his niece.

“she just wants your attention. she misses you a lot when we're home,” you explain quietly.

jack looks close to tearing up at the news. he hates knowing that his niece is sad even if it's just because she misses him. 

“she’s okay,” you put your hand on jacks shoulder. “she's just young and doesn't fully understand why we can’t see you and everyone else all the time”

“that doesn’t help,” jack pouts.

soon enough your daughter started to stir and jack immediately pulled her out of quinns arms.

“‘ack?” your daughter questioned in her sleepy state. 

“yeah baby it's me,” jack whispered. 

“play now?” 

“yeah lets go!” jack was immediately off of his lounger and into the pool. 

“well it was nice while it lasted” quinn joked. 

“just wait till we get back to michigan and she gets tired of everyone,” you joked, causing quinn to laugh. last summer when the boys would all try to play with her after a long day she’d yell “no playing! no playing!”

as the day went on, you’d overhear jack telling your daughter he loved her. 

“ice cream?” “yeah i’ll go get some. i love you”

“are you tired?” “no!” “okay. i love you”

and so many more i love yous were sprinkled throughout the day.

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ynuser she loves you so much😭❤️

_quinnhughes cutie

jackhughes me?

_quinnhughes uh no.

fan01 STOP THIS IS SO CUTE??

trevorzegras okay… now bring her back home i miss her

fan02 jack with a baby?? im cryinggg🥺😭

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[lunargrapejuice]

hellooo :)))

i love your writing so much and i don't know if requests are open but if they aren't ignore this please :>

i literally would DIE for diluc hurt/comfort anyday i love him so much ☹️💞💞

can i please request diluc x fem reader who is suffering with depression but hides it from diluc because he already has a traumatic background and she doesn't wanna be a burden, and he finds out about her depression when she is having one of her episodes and he just goes all fluffy 🤭 💕

you don't have to write this if you're uncomfortable but have a nice day/night anyways :)) and lola is so cute btw :3

diluc ragnvindr x reader

warnings: no pronouns used, hurt/comfort, mentions of depression but i tried to make it pretty generalized! what i did write was based on my own experience with depression so im sorry if it’s wrong compared to anyone else’s

authors note: thank you so much for your kind words & for requesting! i hope this was okay 🥺🩷 hehe lola is such a lil baby thank you🩷💕

diluc had always told you that you could rely on him whenever you needed, for anything you needed, and when he said those words you had agreed with a smile when you knew just how little you wanted to burden him with anything at all. let alone these emotions you had dealt with for so long, that still seemed to get the better of you from time to time, that could consume you and make the world feel as dark and heavy as the deepest parts of the sea.

so you never reached out, never told him about the emotions crashing into you like a rocky tide  even when you felt like you might break under his tender gaze and his worried tone as he asks if you’re alright when you weren’t doing the best of jobs at holding it together. seeing the stoic diluc worry for you, offer you himself just to be sure you were alright.. a part of you felt as though you didn’t deserve it, but he was always so kind, and he needn't worry about you. he already had so much on his mind and that weighed down his own heart..

this was something you could and would keep to yourself, something you had to fight all by yourself, and you did your damndest to hide it from him. even as you fell for him, wanting to give him your heart and soul, including the broken pieces you were trying so hard to put back together, you chose to keep it close to your chest and not let him be burdened by your depression.

but what were you to do when he caught you drowning in the middle of that vast, depthless, ocean and offered you himself to hold onto?

his voice was wrought with emotion as he called your name and caught your attention through your teary eyes. you thought you had been avoiding him successfully, seeing him enough to where he wouldn’t suspect you but with enough distance that he wouldn’t see just how okay you were not the past weeks, but now that he was in front of you, kneeling to meet your body that felt too heavy to carry as you cried, you realize maybe he had known all along and waited patiently for you to tell him or show him. 

you saw the black leather of his gloves hovering over you, hesitant to touch you but his ruby eyes told you of how badly he wished to hold you, to comfort you. he was so close you could smell the lingering fragrance of wine and oak on his skin, felt the heat of his body even if he wasn’t touching you at this moment. 

“please.. talk to me,” he pleads, his voice cracking at his own emotions becoming too much for him to hold back.

of course he had noticed the signs of your sadness, not knowing the entire depths of it all but nonetheless wanting to help you carry it, remind you that you were never alone and that his strength, no matter the form you needed it in, would always be yours to rely upon. when he came to check up on you, his heart yearning to see you, he hadn’t expected to find you in the quietness of your living room, clinging to a pillow as if it might help stop your sobbing the tighter you held it. 

he was quick on his feet to make his way to your side, forgetting about anything other than you and the deep desire to do anything to bring back your smile, but startling you in the process when his fingers touch your shoulder and you jump back in surprise, not having heard him knock at the door or call your name before entering after your sad sounds muffled through the door had him thinking the worst. 

“diluc..” you choke out, not knowing what to do other than succumb to how badly you need him right now. in the suffocating ice depths he was the blazing fire that promised to keep you safe, keep you warm, until you could go on; the steadiness of it, of him, a silent vow to never leave your side.

the moment your hands touch his arms, trembling fingers clinging to his coat sleeves with a tighter grip than you intended, he finally lets himself touch you again. his touch is much softer than your own, as if you were made of the finest glass and he was the sworn keeper and protector of such a precious object. warm leather catches your endless tears, strokes your cheeks to try to wipe them away and when he learns it will be to no avail, at least not yet, his gentle hands tangle into your hair and around your middle, pulling you against his chest.

his touch grows more intense then, nearly matching your own that holds onto the back of his coat and some of his hair. it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t bother him, hold on as tightly as you need for he would not waver. 

you can hear the beating of his heart in your ears, each thump quieting the thoughts you couldn’t get to stop before. the warmth that surrounds you seeps into your bones and thaws every bit of cold that held you, the softness of his shirt collecting your tears, his quiet ‘i’m here’ and ‘i’ve got you’ wrapping around your heart and encasing it in protective flames.

after a while, never once parting from each other's embrace, your body grows weak, your hold softening while his remained comforting and steady. your eyes no longer weep so unwillfully but your sorrow is replaced with shame and worry. you hadn’t meant for him to see.. wanted to be stronger than this for him and for yourself-

your thoughts are cut off by the hand once lost in your hair now gently pulling up your chin to meet his gaze, nothing but earnest worry and love swirling in his scarlet eyes. for the first time since you grabbed ahold of him, he finally lets go of your middle, long and steady fingers coming to move the hair sticking to your wet cheeks. your eyes flutter closed as his movements and you keep your arms around him, not ready to let go but he doesn’t have any intention of moving away from you. 

he whispers your name, his own emotions still at the back of his throat, and your eyes open slowly in response, even if at times under his undivided attention you couldn’t look for long before bursting with warmth and embarrassment. you think perhaps you should be embarrassed now, puffy eyes with wet lashes and your running nose, the mess you’ve made of his shirt, the truth of what you’ve been hiding from him finally coming to light, leaving you vulnerable but you find yourself unable to look away despite it all and your heart beating with hope when he speaks again.

“whatever ails you, no matter what it is, i will always be beside you to help you through it. in any way i can,” his fingers caress your cheek with one hand and along your jaw with the other. you swear you could cry all over again but for happier reasons this time. “i will hold you. i will give you my strength, anything you could ask for. and when you’re ready to share with me, i will listen.”

“‘luc..” your eyes drop, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his coat. you don’t want to keep it from him any longer.. not when he looks at you like this, like you were his whole world. but your worries hold you back.. “how could i possibly burden you with this?” you mumble, like a child not wanting to admit that had done something bad. “after everything..”

before you can say more, compare your sorrows to his own when that was the very last thing he wanted, he pulls you against his chest. the past haunted him, kept a dark cloud over his world, blocking out the sun and moon, but you were his future, his light in that darkness and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. there was nothing he would let you go through alone.

neither of you would ever have to go through anything alone again, not now that you had each other.

“you are never a burden to me,” he says it like it was so matter of fact but still like it pained him that you thought anything different. “please share your happiness and sorrows with me,” his grip tightens around you, his face now buried in the crook of your neck, breath hot on your skin, soft red locks tickling your jaw and neck. “through it all i swear i’ll be here.”

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[goldenbuckyyy]

FOOL’S GOLD

Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)

Word count: 2kish

Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!

A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers. 

Your phone pings. 

H: Who the hell is that? 😡

Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while. 

H: he’s not good enough for you 

Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person. 

Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.

“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder. 

“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand. 

“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers. 

You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands. 

“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz. 

“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.

•••

Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick. 

Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺

H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual? 

Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad. 

H: anything for youuuuu 

You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter. 

You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food. 

“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.” 

You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV. 

“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it. 

You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek. 

•• 

When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him. 

H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link 

Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here 

H: don’t be jealous 

Y: as if 

You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask. 

Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’ 

You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you. 

You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms. 

“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame. 

He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him. 

“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand. 

“You too, baby.” 

••

When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone 

Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day. 

H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know 

You feel jealous. 

Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.

That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall. 

“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?” 

“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze. 

“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list. 

“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?” 

You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now. 

You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact. 

“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh. 

You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him. 

“You weren’t even going to text her.” 

“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.

••

You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach. 

H: delete that pic right now. 

H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me 

Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻 

You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair. 

“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses. 

“No one.” 

•••

When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game. 

H: You're coming to my game, right? 

Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember? 

H: did you take my jersey? 

Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties* 

H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown 

That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey. 

“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.

“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him. 

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him. 

Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control. 

Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is. 

••

He brands you. 

Y: you literally fucking branded me 

H: ??? 😏 

Y: you know what I’m talking about 

Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies* 

H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously 

••• 

When he’s at the club and sees your ex. 

H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him? 

Y: yes. 

Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell 

*not even 30 seconds later*

H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️ 

You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell. 

“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.

“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”

“God, you’re the best.”

•••

When he’s studying after practice. 

H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat 

Y: whats in it for me? 

H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight 

Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice 

You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot. 

He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile. 

“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy. 

You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack. 

“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte. 

“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression. 

“Really?” 

“Of course.” 

••• 

When you were out with your friends at Lot 26. 

H: come over pls. Need u 🍑 

Y: im at lot 26. 

H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos 

Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻 

“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side. 

“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly. 

He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips. 

“Missed you,” he says with a smile. 

“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton. 

“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off. 

“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him. 

As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him. 

••• 

When he meets someone that he really likes. 

H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it? 

Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now 

H: stfu. I think you’d like her 

Y: i won’t 

H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight 

You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them. 

Her name is Sarah. 

And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin. 

They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure. 

You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you. 

Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back. 

“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek. 

“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own. 

“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you. 

“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise. 

“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!” 

“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction. 

Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.” 

Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk. 

“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?” 

You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here. 

••• 

When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar 

H: Are you at Joeys? 

Y: Are you stalking me? 

H: I heard your laugh 

•••

When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else. 

H: Who's the guy? 

Y: None of your business. Are you jealous? 

H: You wish 

H: I’m not the jealous type. 

That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?” 

“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed. 

He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.” 

“My only friend.” 

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