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peachesofteal · 7 months

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Dead Disco / Chapter 8

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.7k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI, explicit sex. Top Simon Riley. Bottom Johnny MacTavish. Barebacking, oral sex - fem receiving, anal fingering, rimming. Anxiety, crying. Caretaking. Comfort. Relationship issues. Established throuple. Angst. Darling is her/your own tag and warning. The guys get back.

“Two weeks?”

Simon steps closer to where you’re stalking around in the kitchen, working a circular pattern into the floor with your pacing. “It’s not ideal-“

“Not ideal? It’s… it’s about to be Christmas.” your voice squeaks with disbelief, misery, heart squeezing in your chest uncomfortably. “You just got home.” The idea of facing two more long, cold weeks in the dead of winter makes your bones rattle inside your body, worsened by the fact that you’ll most likely be alone for the holidays.

“Ah know, we know, love. But we cannae control when we’re needed. Ye know this.” The words strike true, and instantly deflate you. You do know.

You know too well.

“We’ll try to be home before Christmas.” Simon vows, but you shake it off. It sounds, it feels, like too much of a promise. Too much like the bitter pill of disappointment.

You shove it down as far as you can. Try to patch over the rip in your soul that’s turned into a pit, devolved into a galaxy ending black hole in your heart.

“It’s fine.”

“Darling.” He reaches for you, fingers moving into your line of sight, but you duck it, opting to turn back towards the cabinets, picking up the clean glassware that you were in the middle of putting away.

“I’m fine.” Your tears lie in wait, stinging up your nose, forcing you to swallow against a shallow breath.

“We don’t want to be away from you, you know that.” He tries, and Johnny sidles up next to you, watching with concern. You ignore them both, counting your breaths, arranging the glassware one by one, opting to focus on the task instead of the storm that’s brewing in your head.

“I know. It’s fine.” You huff, last glass going up inside the cabinet with a rattle. Your hands are shaking, everything overwhelmed by trying to keep yourself together.

“Darling.” Simon says again, and you brush him off, pulling the silverware caddy from the machine. The utensils jangle together, loudly, and Simon tries to get your attention again.

You pull the drawer with a jerk, hard and fast. Smooth.

Too smooth.

It jumps the track and flies towards the ground, silverware and odds and ends falling to the floor, both you and Johnny lunging to catch it without success.

It crashes across the kitchen, like thunder cracking across a night sky, a firework in the dark.

Johnny flinches, jolting from where he crouches with a hand outstretched for the runaway drawer. Simon doesn’t startle as bad, but he squints, before relaxing.

And then you burst into tears.

“Fuck!” you blubber. “Fff-fuck. I’m so-sorry.” You turn with blurred vision into a thick wall of mass, Simon, who’s arms go around you immediately, strong hand on the nape of your neck.

“It’s alright. You’re alright. We’re here.” He’s soft with his words, lips pressing to the top of your head. He holds you there, murmuring in your ear, coaxing your breaths slower, promising that everything’s okay. “Bedroom lights.” He instructs Johnny, still holding you tight.

“Rog.” Johnny replies automatically, and you shake your head in teary denial.

“The mess.” He rebukes your protest.

“We’ll clean it up later, darling. Let’s take care of you first.”

You hear the helicopter before you see it.

The blades whirl, cutting through the air effectively, and you try not to bounce on your tiptoes as the figures in the far distance disembark from the giant machine.

You can’t help it. You’re really excited.

There’s been something about being here waiting for them, being one of the first faces they see after they land, that absolutely delights you. It sings in your heart, making you smile and sigh, drawing you to the hangar to wait for them to come through the big, wide opening.

Johnny is first. He’s walking beside Simon, but actively looking, searching the faces that are milling about, some who are more stationary, like you, obviously waiting for something.

When he finds you, his mouth moves, body jostling into Simon’s side, and then he’s running. Sprinting.

He’s on you before you can blink, scooping you up, arms like steel curling around your thighs and hoisting you in the air hard enough that your hands come crashing down on his shoulders and his face is buried in your cleavage.

“Put me down!” You shriek with a little bit of laughter, a little bit of fake outrage.

He drops you a bit, but he doesn’t let go. Just keeps his grip around your waist, pulling your body into his, chasing your mouth with his own.

“Missed ye, darling.”

“It was only three days.” You chide, but your heart glows.

“Three days too long. Wonder if the boss‘ll let me retire. Take care o’ ye instead of doing this.”

“Oh, stop.” The protest is halfhearted, the smile that graces your face too much of a giveaway.

You half push him off playfully, still holding onto his jacket, and peek around, looking for the other piece of the puzzle.

He’s standing there, watching. The grey skull that’s pulled over his face sobers your glee, and you move to step forward, but Johnny holds you tight, mouth above your ear.

“Wait, darling. We’ll all go back tae the room, aye?” Simon nods, like he knows what Johnny is saying, even though you’re sure he cannot hear him.

“Okay.” You stay tucked up under his arm, Simon walking in lock step behind you both.

“This was suppose’ tae be a nice dinner.” Johnny grunts, and you gurgle a response around his cock, length stuffed deep in your throat. The edge of the table pinches against your skin, reminding you of exactly where you are, laid across the dinner table on your belly, bent at the waist with Johnny in front of you, Simon on his knees behind you, thumb spreading you wide for his tongue.

“It was.” Simon assures him. His breath heats the skin of your backs of your thighs, a wet finger swirling around the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks. There are mashed potatoes on the floor next to his knees, splattered on the hard wood near the spot where the gravy is slowly trickling over the edge of the table. You feel… a little bad about it. A little guilty. Johnny worked hard on this dinner, and you truly did appreciate it, you just didn’t anticipate being the dessert.

“Until someone called me a liar.”

You try to protest, but your mouth is too full.

That’s not what you meant. You weren’t calling him a liar. You just… don’t know how to process this. How to believe.

“We,” Simon presses a kiss to the swell of your ass, “want to keep you, darling.” Another drag of his lips, this time on the crease of your hip. “We want to take care of you.” Teeth graze along your inner thigh, tongue slicking along your skin. “We want to know you.” Fear cuts through the lovestruck, lustful haze that’s penetrated your mind, and you curl your fingers into your palms until the pressure sears with a bite. You focus on that feeling, and not the wariness that’s spreading through your body, the overthinking, the worry that grows from that one sentence: we want to know you.

A part of you wants to float away, wants to drown in the feeling of them, disappear into the toe-curling pleasure, dip beneath the surface and never come back.

But something winds you too tightly to let go. Something lurks in the back of your mind, whispering half-truths, half lies.

It’s not real. They don’t want you. They don’t mean it.

“Why don’t you believe us?” He knows you can’t answer, he must. You groan around Johnny’s cock, hot length pressed against the back of your tongue, and he blows a breath from his nose.

Simon pushes a thick finger against your rim, feeling how you flutter for him, before going deeper, up past his knuckle, and you choke on a gasp, throat constricting around Johnny’s cock. It’s good, sinfully delicious, and you relax to allow him more, a second finger joining the first, stretching you with a sting.

“Johnny.” Simon says his name like a command, and then Johnny’s pulling away, sinking to his knees in front of your face and cradling your jaw with a gentle hand.

“Tell Johnny how it feels.” Simon coaches, and replaces his fingers with his mouth, tongue dipping inside of you with unrivaled skill. You melt into a heap of buttery sweetness, bones nearly liquid, legs trembling.

“Oh, is it good? Tell me darling, use your words.” It’s a little bit mocking, a little bit sincere, with a heaping amount of adoration and lust, and he rubs a thumb across your cheekbone, soft eyes watching yours.

“Ye-eah.” You stretch the vowels, tongue leaden between your teeth. Simon is feasting on you, like he didn’t just eat an entire dinner, like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, big hand spreading one of your cheeks wide so that his entire face is buried in you. “Fuck.”

“Can ye come like this?” You garble out the word yes, then no, then there’s nothing, just your slack jaw, Johnny disappearing from your line of sight.

His mouth is on your cunt a second later. You pant, twisting to try to look, catching a glimpse of him under the table, opposite Simon, bent at an odd angle, tongue lapping at your clit, and his hand inside Simon’s jeans working his cock in long strokes.

It’s circuit overload. Every connection surges to full power, lighting up your muscles, your bones, every hair on your body. You practically vibrate with it, and your knees wobble.

“I- I… can’t!” you cry, a thumb pressing down on your clit, applying pressure in a circular motion, stroking the swollen bud in rhythm with the tongue that dips into your hole.

“Yes, you can.” Simon pulls away, kneading your cheeks with thick fingers. “You can, darling.”

“I can’t-t stand. My-“ You don’t get to finish before you’re being pulled from the dinner table and heaved into someone’s arms, jostling against a chest before your back hits the bed.

Your knees are pushed back, up towards your ears, and heat crawls through your belly when you glance up at where they both stare at your fully exposed cunt.

“Better?” The Scottish accent rasps, and you nod desperately. “Words, love.”

“Yes! Yes, please.” You’re asking for them both, desperate for them both. You’re frantic with it, your need, your desire to be ruined by them. Possessed by them. Loved by them.

You don’t know how to say it, can’t get the words out. They get stuck, hung up on your anxiety, your fear.

“Darling.” Simon reads it, reads you like he always does, pulling you back towards them, grounding you.

Your lungs shudder with a deep breath.

“Please.”

Johnny hits the overhead light off in the room as soon as the three of you get inside.

He sits you on the bed, gently. Kissing your forehead, your temple, before pulling away and flicking the bedside light on, casting warm yellow tones around the concrete blocks.

Simon keeps his back turned, things on his body shifting, being shed, being moved, until the grey skull is being placed on the little table, and the balaclava is being shucked to reveal a scruff of hair and his wide neck.

“Simon?” You whisper, but he still doesn’t turn to you. Johnny strips his gear off as well, but watches, eyes keen. Observant. “Simon…” His shoulders loosen, tension deflating from his muscles but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t move towards you until; “I need you.”

It’s fluid, the steps, the bend, the grace of such a large body sinking to his knees in front of you, arms wrapping around your hips and then his face, smashing into your belly.

“Missed you too.” He murmurs into your skin, and you stroke your fingers through his hair delicately, careful to be slow and deliberate with your movements. You know, Simon is different for work. The grey skull. The ghost.

It can be hard on him. Hard on Johnny. Difficult for them both. For you.

The bed dips, and Johnny’s sitting at your side, leaning you into his chest. A bridge, between two. A web, connecting three.

Yours. Your family.

Hope blooms across your heart, gardens of flowers thriving under the sun of their affection, their care, their love.

Your nose, your eyes begin to burn with the promise of tears. Fuck.

You blink them away, sniffling. The sound causes Simon to jerk, leaning back to peer at you, but your hide your face, and he hums, stroking the back of your neck.

“We’re here, darling.” You nod into him silently, basking in the overload of it all. The sweet. The bitter. The two, together.

“Ah love ye both. So much.” Johnny hums, and it makes the burn worse, the emotions rising inside of you like a tidal flood, waiting to burst through the dam.

“I love you too.” You choke, and Simon grumbles something in response, something that sounds like the three words, before he’s up on his feet, notching his mouth against yours fiercely. He clutches the back of your skull, touching his forehead to yours before moving to Johnny, kissing him sweetly and then pulling away.

“Gotta shower.” He grunts, and you flop onto your back without preamble.

Johnny sighs, curling up next to you, tugging your body into his.

“We’re gon’ to a pub tonight, Kyle, and Price. The three of us tae, ‘course.”

“M-me?” you stutter, eyebrows raised, and he smiles.

“Yes, darling. Ye too.”

The pub is extremely dark. It’s dark enough that Simon seems to be comfortable in just the black mask and hoodie, and Johnny is relaxed, nonchalant with a shoulder leaning against you, head occasionally dipping to whisper something in your ear.

You however, are not relaxed.

Your body is tight, muscles practically iron against the straight-backed chair, mouth dry. You’re out of place, out of your depth. You feel like an ornament of some sort, an adornment. It’s selfish, but you wish you still in the room with the guys, just the three of you. Together, still in that sweet, hazy in-between, floating on admissions of love and adoration.

Conversation flows around you like water, ebbing and flowing as you sip your drink, and Simon’s hand settles on your thigh, thumb stroking a semi-circle into your skin, nodding to something Kyle is saying.

“- and I just don’t want one, but she does. So, I guess we’re getting a dog.” He sighs into his beer, and Johnny snorts.

“Better than a bairn, ah suppose.” He quips. Simon tenses on your other side and then shakes his shoulders out, turning to look at Johnny before leaning in and pressing clothed covered lips to your forehead.

“Alright?” You hum, nodding your response. You’re a little anxious, sure. But otherwise, fine, besides probably needing to use the restroom. You don’t want to take away from this time they have with their friends, their coworkers.

They carry on, talking about something that sounds like work, going back and forth about some finer detail that you can't distinguish, and you drain the rest of the drink, hopping down from the bar seat to go to the bathroom.

Johnny pulls you into him, mouth bumping along your temple to whisper in your ear. “Dinnae take too long, or Ah’ll come lookin’ for ye.”

“Hey, do we still want to do-“ your sentence dies in your throat when you turn corner into the bedroom, where Simon’s got Johnny beneath him on a pillow, an ankle thrown on his shoulder, the lines of both of their bodies, flex of their muscles making your mouth water. “mussels for dinner.” They both turn to look at you, blissed out euphoria on Johnny’s face, while Simon gives you the teeniest smirk, before reaching for you with beckoning fingers.

“How was work?”

“Simon… fucking hell.” Johnny blurts, brow furrowed. Simon hasn’t stopped his ministrations, still slowly dragging his cock in and out of his hole, a teasing pace that has Johnny panting.

A tendril of worry snakes through you. They rarely start without you, why did they start without you? Are you interrupting? Is this-

“Darling.” Simon breaks through your distracted thoughts, hand still outstretched, waiting for yours. When you look up into his eyes, he nods to encourage you, and pulls you closer, thumb stroking over your knuckles, hips still sawing back and forth. You bend a knee onto the bed, pressing your fully clothed body into Simon’s side, the heat of his naked skin warming you through your shirt, and Johnny’s mouth snaps shut, eyes falling dreamily on yours, sly smile scrawling across his face.

“It was good.” You finally answer, never looking away from Johnny, glancing from where Simon’s cock is sliding inside him, to where his gaze is glassy with pleasure. Your own body responds in kind, the view of your partners loving each other making your knees feel kind of weak.

“Someone,” Simon thrusts a little sharper, a little harder, a soft moan sounding from Johnny in response. “wanted to wait for you to get home, but couldn’t.” He speaks perfectly clear, the vocal control something you’ve always been envious of, the fact that he can carry on a conversation while he’s fucking you or Johnny deep something you’ve never understood.

Two sides of your brain war against one another, unsettled fear and insecurity pushing to the forefront even though your body begs you to just get undressed already. You feel out of sorts, and it gnaws away inside your heart, a shadow of yourself slipping away while you watch the way Simon’s hand grips onto Johnny’s thigh.

You shove it down. You’re being ridiculous. You’re reading too much into things, like always. You’ve had this conversation dozens of times. Sex is not exclusive to the three of you at once. Why are you getting so out of sorts?

Simon’s mouth finds your cheek. “Where are you, darling?” He’s stopped moving, fingers stroking along the nape of your neck, the pressure soothing your raw edges, and Johnny props himself up on his elbows, face creased with mild concern.

“I- I’m here.” You try to assure them both, desperate to keep the mood intact, but it comes out a little squeaky, a little off pitch.

Everything grinds to a halt immediately. Simon pulls out slowly, and Johnny reaches for you without a word. You go without complaint, falling into his arms with closed eyes, trying to beat back the nonsense that’s brewing in your mind.

Guilt roars inside your head. You ruined it. Ruined their fun. Ruined the moment.

“I’m fine.” You protest, cuddling in close, nosing along his skin, sticky summer sweat dotting his skin like dew. “Swear.” Simon arranges you so that you’re laying flush with Johnny on your side, and then the comforter is being brought overtop the three of your bodies, soft cocoon of down feathers being tucked around your shoulders.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

They’re not at the bar when you come out.

You catch sight of Simon's out front through the only window in the entire pub, his boss, Price, holding a cigar between his lips, nodding his head thoughtfully at whatever is being said. Your jacket is gone, along with your little purse, tucked underneath Johnny’s arm, half of him visible through the same window. He’s closer to the parking lot, laughing at something with Kyle, face full and happy, so handsome it winds you, tugs a little smile onto your lips.

You’re still smiling when you slip out the front door, making your way towards the side of the pub where the four of them are loitering, no doubt waiting for you to be finished.

When you hear Simon’s voice, you stop dead in your tracks.

“It’s just hard on her, takes a toll.” Simon is talking to Price, who’s got his arms crossed and head cocked, listening intently. “And it’s hard on us too, bein’ away from her for too long. It starts to chafe us. We miss her, and she misses us, and sometimes I worry… about it being the right thing.” Your stomach drops out.

The right thing? The air suddenly feels like ice against your skin, and you hold your breath. Your relationship? He worries if it’s the right thing?

“You’ve made it this long, it’s clear three of you love one another.” Price counters, and you can hear the depressurization of Simon’s lungs, long sigh whistling free.

“She suffers for it, for us. It doesn’t feel fair.” Your eyes go as round as globes, mouth pooling with saliva from the nausea that swamps your stomach.

You should go back inside. You shouldn’t be listening to this, eavesdropping.

You shouldn’t be doing any of this.

You shouldn’t be here.

You turn away, heel crunching against the little rocks that are scattered across the asphalt, and you swear it’s louder than a gunshot.

Simon tenses, shoulders flexing as he turns, eyes wild when they land on you.

“Darling-“ He takes a step forward, and for the first time in so long, you feel like you can’t trust him. As if doesn’t truly see you, like he always has before.

Fair? Fair? Nothing about this was ever fair.

You want to cry. You want to scream. You want to run.

“Darling, listen.” He’s closer now, voice sharp, insistent with command, and you glance past him to where Johnny is practically jogging to your side, confusion rippling across his face.

“I want to go home.” You whisper, not sure if he hears it. Not caring if he does.

You can feel a gaping hole ripping wide in your chest, in your heart. It’s tearing apart all the repairs you’ve made, destroying the effort and love that’s been painstakingly built up, and the hope that’s been fostered inside of you slowly starts to die when you look up at the two of them.

Simon’s eyes are hard with something you cannot name, Johnny’s expression rife with concern, with worry.

“Take me home.”

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apute11as · 4 months

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Baby troubles - Alexia/Jenni x child!reader

Summary: Mami and Mama have some big news to tell you, who knows how you’ll react.

Warnings:⚠️pregnancy, sickness, hitting, suggestive language.

Based on this request 🤍

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Mami and Mama told you they had important news to share with you this weekend. You wondered what it was and why they couldn’t just tell you straight away but they’d insisted that they had planned a special day on Sunday, where they’d tell you the news.

It was currently Saturday and you were excited as you were spending the day with Tia Alba and Abuela. Alba had taken you to the park whilst Abuela was preparing lunch and you’d bumped into Mami and Mama’s teammate Irene and her son Mateo. Mateo was a good friend of yours as the two of you often ended up playing together with his other mom when Alexia, Jenni and Irene were training with the national team.

The two of you played together for a while whilst Tia Alba sat on a bench and talked to Mateo’s mothers. After a little while, Tia Alba called you and told you it was time to go back for lunch.

When you got home, the smell of food instantly hit your nostrils and you bounded inside to see what was for lunch. To your delight, Abuela was cooking up Tortilla Española which was your absolute favourite. You’d also spotted Panellets in the oven which made your excitement grow even further. Normally, Abuela only made them on special occasions but you welcomed the change.

“Hola Bebé how was the park?” she greeted you with a smile

“So good Abuela we saw Mateo!” You beamed

“Yes we did she was a very good girl!” said Alba

“Ah well that’s good because good girls get dessert!”

“Si si I am so good!” You shrieked with excitement.

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Lunch was nice and dessert was even nicer. You spent the rest of the afternoon playing games and watching a movie with Tia Alba. The two of you were snuggled up together on the sofa when the doorbell rang. Abuela went to answer it, and was met with the two stressed faces of your Mama and Mami.

“Hola Mami how has she been?” Questioned Alexia, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

“She’s been good mija don’t worry it’ll be fine, how are you feeling?” she questioned her oldest daughter, hand placed on her flat stomach.

“Fine Mami stop fussing please” said Alexia shaking off her mother’s hand.

“Hola Eli” said Jenni from behind

“Hola querida” she said greeting Jenni with a hug and kiss to the cheek.

“Mama! Mami!” You yelled, racing toward them and wrapping them in a group hug!

“Oh mi amor” said Alexia picking you up and hugging you further.

“Careful Ale” warned Jenni as Alexia carried your weight on her hip

“It’s fine Jen and hush she doesn’t know” urged Alexia

“She won’t know what I mean” scoffed Jenni

“She’s also got ears and an annoying habit of repeating stuff so I’d drop it, both of you” added Alba gesturing to you.

“What’s going on?” You asked, confused

“Nothing bebita are you ready to go home? Go find your shoes and bag, Mami can help you” suggested Alexia.

“Mami can help can she?” Asked Jenni with a raised eyebrow.

“Si she can unless she wants me to have to bend over and carry her heavy rucksack?” said Alexia raising her own eyebrow.

With a sigh, Jenni silently agreed and began getting you ready to leave.

“Whipped” said Alba with a laugh that earned her a smack from her sister and mother

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Once you made it home, Mama cooked some dinner whilst you and Mami sat on the counter drawing a picture each.

“Would you like to help or keep drawing your flowers like the child you are?” Alexia questioned Jenni

“I’ll keep drawing thanks for the offer babe” teased Jenni

“You’re insufferable you know that” said alexia waving a wooden spoon in Jenni’s direction

“Oh but you love me” she replied, standing up to hug her wife from behind.

“Maybe a little bit” huffed alexia

“Mmm only a little bit” hummed jenni, kissing her neck softly.

“Ay no not in front of the baby” hissed Alexia swatting her wife with the wooden spatula, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Oh spanking with a spatula, that’s something I could get on top of or underneath your choice babygirl” retorted Jenni with a suggestive wink, hands wandering over her wife’s body.

“Oh! My! God!” Pleaded Alexia, smacking her again after each word. “You are disgusting Jenni Hermoso! What if she repeats your words at school or to my mother huh? What would we do then” she urged

“Ugh fine you’re right sorry bebita” Jenni replied, kissing Alexia’s cheek with a grin before holding a hand out for you to high-five, which you gladly did.

“Seriously you’re teaming up against me now” Alexia said with a sarcastic pout. “I hope the next baby is on my side” she smirked.

“Ale!” Hissed Jenni at Alexia’s comment on the baby.

They hadn’t told you yet and had planned a way of telling you tomorrow, that would ensure the best reaction out of you.

“No next baby!” you shouted

“Ay why no next baby?” Jenni questioned, her gaze flickering between you and her wife’s glossy eyes that looked as though they might burst into tears at your comment.

“Our family is a 3 and girls only! We can’t have a boy baby in it!” you announced

“What about a girl baby?” Jenni pushed further

You thought about it for a minute. A girl baby might be acceptable, you could share toys and play dress up together! But you’d have to share Mami and Mama and you wouldn’t be their little baby anymore.

“No no girl baby! No boy baby! Just me, you and Mama!” You spat

As if on cue, Mama burst into tears beside you.

“Oh Ale, hey don’t cry she’s not thought about it properly” Jenni pleaded, wrapping the younger woman in a hug, allowing her to cry into her shoulder.

“Why is Mama crying?” You asked confused and worried as to what had happened.

“She’s gonna be ok bebé why don’t you go put the tv on for a bit?” Offered Jenni, still holding a tearful Alexia.

“No! Why is mama crying?” you insisted

“Should we just tell her now?” Jenni questioned

“She will… hate me” Alexia hiccuped between tears

“No mi querida she won’t she’ll get over it eventually and she’ll love having someone” Jenni comforted

“please tell me Mama, no hate you never!” you said jumping out of your seat and joining the hug.

Mami picked you up and placed you onto her hip, wrapping an arm around a tearful Alexia and guiding her to the living room. She sat down and pulled Alexia to sit beside her, manoeuvring you onto her lap.

“Bebita we have some important news to tell you but please don’t be mad or upset okay?” Jenni began

“Okayy…?” You frowned

“So do you remember all the needles Mama kept having to put in me every night?”

“Yes they were scary I don’t like needles” you gagged

“Well those needles were from a special doctor and they put something in me to make eggs”

“Eggs?! Your special doctors gave you scrambled eggs needles?” You blurted loudly

Jenni couldn’t help but smile at your obliviousness.

“No mi amor not scrambled eggs, special eggs and when these special ‘scrambled’ eggs from my body are taken by the doctor, the doctor mixes it with something special. Then the doctor put them into Mama” she explained

“I don’t get it” you said with a nose scrunched in confusion.

“Well these special eggs made a little tiny baby in Mama and then after 9 months a little baby will be born” she continued cautiously

“And then you and Mama will give the baby back to the scrambled egg doctor?” you questioned. Jenni felt Alexia tense up and dig her fingernails into the hand she was holding at your comment.

“Well no, this is what we did with you but the other way around. We used Mama’s eggs and my belly and then we had you, so we keep the baby and it’s your baby sibling, how’s that?”

“No don’t want a baby sibling! Give the baby back to the scrambled eggs doctor!” You yelled, smacking your Mami’s arm and running off to slam your bedroom door behind you.

“I told you” Alexia whispered before beginning to cry again. Jenni pulled her onto her lap and began carding her fingers through Alexia’s hair.

“She’ll come around bebita don’t worry” Jenni offered

“How can I not worry Jenni she hates me and she hates the baby, I wish we’d never decided to have another” sobbed the blonde

“No no Ale don’t say that, she’s going to love this baby, we just need to have a proper chat with her ok?” She said kissing her wife’s forehead and wiping the tears away with her thumb pads.

“Okay we can try” Alexia gave in

You’d ended up falling asleep after your outburst, so Jenni and Alexia decided to leave you be and retire to their own bed. Jenni had run a bath for the both of them to destress and had then held Alexia until the two drifted into sleep.

——

Alexia awoke bright and early the next morning as she felt a wave of morning sickness overtake her body, she sprang out of bed and threw up violently into the toilet bowl.

“Oh bebé” Jenni sighed in empathy, remembering when she was pregnant with you and how awful the sickness felt.

“Sorry I woke you” replied Alexia stiffly

“No amor don’t apologise, do you want some water?” questioned the older woman

“Si por favor” replied the blonde

“Ok I’ll be back in a minute bebita” assured the striker, bending down to kiss the midfielder on the head, before making her way into the kitchen.

Jenni grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, and filled it with cold water from the fridge. She was just about to make her way back to the bedroom to give it to Alexia, when she felt a small tug on her sleep shirt.

Glancing down she was met with your small form, clutching your old baby blankie and looking up at her with big eyes.

“Hola pequeña in just getting this for Mama and then I’ll come back and see you okay?”

She questioned

“Sorry Mami, I made Mama cry I didn’t mean to.” You pouted, eyes wide

“Hey it’s ok Bebita” she comforted, placing the cup down on the side and hoisting you onto her hip. “How about you come with me and you can apologise to Mama?” She questioned picking the glass back up and moving you into one arm.

“Okay Mami” you smiled

Jenni walked carefully into the other room, you helping her by opening the bedroom door, as she had no hands left from carrying both you and the glass of water.

Upon entering the room, you were surprised to see your Mama hunched over the toilet, face pale, body slumped.

“look who I found on the way” Jenni said putting you down on the floor outside the bathroom and placing the glass on the floor next to her wife.

You stood watching shyly from the doorway, flinching as your Mama threw up into the toilet bowl.

“Mama are you sick?” you asked timidly, sucking at your blanket.

“No mi amor, I’m ok” she replied, exhaustion evident in her voice

“Why’d you throw up?” you asked

“Because I’m growing a baby in me and sometimes the baby makes me feel a bit sick so that it can grow properly”

“Baby hurt you?”

“No not hurt me just make me a bit uncomfortable that’s at all” she said sipping her water slowly

“Oh ok, when I was in Mami’s belly did I make her sick too?” you asked innocently

“You definitely did, I was up every morning throwing up when you were in my belly” laughed Jenni as she rubbed soothing circles around Alexia’s back.

“Will you love this baby more than me?” you asked quietly

“No bebé where did you get that from?” Asked Jenni

“Well a girl at my school said that she got a new baby brother and then all her family were so excited and gave all the attention to him when he was born.” you explained. “I don’t want a baby sibling because I don’t want you and Mama to forget about me” you said, pouting sadly

“Oh mi amor we would never forget about you, we won’t love you or the baby more than one another” stated Jenni, moving to wrap you into a hug.

“Will baby share my toys?” You asked

“A little bit but we will also get baby some new toys, is that okay with you?” Asked the striker

“Yes I can share with baby” you smiled “sorry for shouting at you Mama” you said moving to hug her.

Alexia attempted to stand up to meet the hug but stumbled back down, forgetting that she’d just basically thrown up her entire stomach lining and likely had no energy left. Jenni moved to catch her before she fell back down, before picking her up bridal style.

��Alright cariño we’re going to take you to the bed okay?” Jenni asked the blonde who was draped limply in her arms.

“Gracias amor” she replied weakly

“We are gonna take care of you and baby Mama!” you assured her

“Thank you Bebé te amo mucho” alexia smiled at you

“I love you and Mami too and I will love my baby sister too”

“Or brother” Jenni chimed in

“Fine maybe a baby brother is allowed” you replied causing the pair to laugh at your answer.

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Thank you for reading, I’m finally working my way through requests 🤣

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how svt react to you asking for a kiss

➥ 2k words total

➥ tags: ot13. fluff and romance. teasing. pet names (angel, dove, baby), but no explicit mention to gender. some suggestiveness.

➥ choi seungcheol

he gets incredibly mischievous about it. seungcheol’s eyes get a little sparkle, his cherry pink lips perk up in a smile. he’ll act coy, leaning against the wall, bracing himself against the counter, cocking his head. “me? you wanna kiss me?” and when you nod, he’ll let his smile twist into a satisfied smirk. he’ll slip a hand to your jaw and guide your lips to his. when you two pull away he’ll take in the flutter of your lashes, the way your lips remain parted, as if you’re still wrapped up in the kiss, and he’ll find that he can’t help but kiss you again. he loves it when you ask for affection, loves it when you unconsciously stroke his ego and make him feel wanted and desired.

➥ yoon jeonghan

like seungcheol, jeonghan gets mischievous about it. he loves teasing you, the cutest person in the world. he’ll giggle, leaning and placing his hands on your cheeks so he can squish them together. “does my little dove want a kiss?” he’ll ask, delighted. if you huff and roll your eyes he’ll laugh some more before pressing a kiss to your forehead. you’ll pout and say not there, and he’ll pretend not to know what you want, pressing kisses to the rest of your face and laughing as you whine for him to kiss your lips. if, when he asks if you want a kiss, you nod and widen your eyes, the picture of innocence painted on your face, he’ll coo and oblige, complimenting you on how absolutely adorable his little dove is.

➥ hong joshua

the maknae of the 95-line is not immune to impishness. josh’ll giggle his little airy laugh, eyes crinkling with delight and adoration. he’ll turn back to whatever he’s doing, feigning indifference. “sorry baby, but i need to finish this level in my game.” when you whine, tugging on his clothes, he’ll giggle some more. you’ll have to call him joshie in a cute little way for him to drop the act. he just likes to see you desperate for him, likes to see your feathers ruffled. but as soon as you’re acting cute it’s game over, and he’ll feel his heart stutter in his chest. then josh will pull you into his arms, pressing kisses to your mouth and apologizing. “sorry, baby, you’re just so cute when you’re desperate for my kisses.”

➥ wen junhui

he might not hear you at first, lost in his phone. but once you press against him, laying your cheek against his arm and peering up at him with wide eyes, he’ll be trapped. it’s not hard to get jun where you want him. he’ll drop his phone and turn to you, eyes wide and delighted. jun loves affection, loves the feeling of being loved and how it feels to give his love. jun will guide your face to his and kiss you, loudly saying how he guesses he’ll take time out of his busy schedule to kiss his darling. but the whole time he does it he’ll be grinning, his smile seemingly taking up half of his face. just so you’re warned, however, that there’s no asking for just one kiss from junhui. if you ask for one, he’ll give you a hundred. so you better be prepared for him kissing you, pulling away and acting as if he’s done, only to press forward again. “sorry. one more kiss, then we’re done!”

➥ kwon soonyoung

just like junhui, if you ask for one kiss you’ll be getting a hundred. soonyoung will drop everything to kiss you, to give you affection. if he’s not making you feel loved then what’s the point?! he’ll grin wickedly, draw you into his arms and wrap himself around you. he’ll act like some middle school boy, all giggly and coy. he might even wiggle his way over to you, giggling and boyish. it might take you more effort to get his attention if he’s practicing. you’ll have to be dramatic about it, sighing and flopping on the ground. you’ll have to bemoan how you’re withering away, and soonyoung will catch sight of you. he’ll pull his shirt up from his stomach to wipe at his face as he makes his way over to you, dropping on the floor next to you. he’ll press a chaste kiss to your lips and apologize for working so hard, but will promise to make it up to you.

➥ jeon wonwoo

if you ask for a kiss in public, at the most you’ll get a quick little peck on the lips. more often than not it’ll be a discrete little kiss to your cheek with wonwoo fighting to keep his face passive. if you’re cooking and ask for one wonwoo will immediately oblige, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself into your side. he’ll press quick kisses along your neck and jaw before he’s using a finger to turn your face so he can kiss your mouth. while he’s gaming or reading is another story again. you’ve learned to compromise at this point in your relationship. you can slide up next to him, tug on his sleeve and look at him pitifully. wonwoo will glance at you and immediately know what you’re warning, and he’ll promise as soon as he finishes his game or chapter, he’s all yours. and he’ll make it up to you, sliding one hand into your hair and the other around your waist, guiding you into him, his mouth finding its home against yours.

➥ lee jihoon

you’ll have to ask when no one is looking. you’ll have to hold him back from leaving the car, letting others pile out before the two of you. then you’ll have to be quick, as to not arouse suspicion. everyone will know what you were doing in the car anyways, jihoon’s attempts at disguising the flutter of his heart falling short. if he’s in his studio, working away, he’ll have his headphones on. and so the best way going about it, you’ve found, is to start kissing him. press kisses to his biceps, trace them up the path of his arm to his shoulder; press them to his neck. by the time you’re kissing his jaw he’s fighting the urge to smile. he’ll stop what he’s doing, sigh, and take off his headphones. “how am i supposed to get any work done when you’re here?” he’ll pout, grabbing your face and holding it. but don’t let jihoon’s gruff fool you. he’ll know what you’re up to as soon as you kiss his arm, and each and every time you do it he’ll allow you, heart picking up speed in his chest.

➥ lee seokmin

asking seokmin for a kiss is walking into a trap. as soon as you’re pouting up at him, he’s cooing at you and launching himself into your space, lips pressing rapid kisses over your face. you won’t be able to get a word in, and the more you protest the more time it’ll take for his attack to be over. but if you look at him after he’s done kissing you and he finds you particularly cute, be ready for it to start all over again. he’ll tell you how pretty you are, how cute you are, how much he loves you. if you’re around people when you ask, be prepared for something quick and shy. his cheeks will color and he’ll glance around to make sure no one’s watching. sometimes seokmin will act coy about it, teasing you. he’ll wrinkle his nose at you, grinning. “oh, does my pretty angel want a kiss from me?” and he’ll listen to you whine and pout for a handful of minutes before he’s wrapping his arms around you, his mouth sliding against yours.

➥ kim mingyu

he’ll turn to you, turning the heat on the stove down low. mingyu will take you into his arms, hook one of his fingers underneath your chin and tilt your face up towards him. he’ll smirk, pride coursing through his veins at seeing you so desperate for his kisses, so desperate for him. “aigoo,” he’ll coo, taking no measure to keep the smug look off of his face. “how cute you look right now, wanting me so much.” he’ll listen to you argue for a couple of seconds, listen to how you beg for a kiss. then mingyu will be grabbing your waist and setting you on the counter, pressing himself between your legs, attaching his mouth to yours. or, if you’re just in the mood for some chaste kissing and love, you’ll rest your head against your arm and peer up at him. he’ll coo at you, taking your face in his hands. he’ll kiss you, complimenting you all the while, how cute you are, how sweet your lips are against his.

➥ xu minghao

ask him in front of someone and he’ll act like a scandalized grandma seeing you wear shorts that don’t reach your knees for the first time. if you’re feeling needy in public the best thing to do is just lean against him; he’ll wrap an arm around you, holding you close. but in private? ask minghao for a kiss and he’s trying to suppress his grin, sliding his bookmark into place. he’ll softly scold you, saying things like how you’re always trying to distract him, how you hate it when his attention isn’t on you for more than five seconds. meanwhile his body will be betraying him, minghao opening his arms and coaxing you into his lap. finally once you’re seated on his thighs he’ll grin up at you, a satisfied look on his face. “go on,” he’ll say, cocky. “you wanted a kiss so bad. go ahead and kiss me, then.”

➥ boo seungkwan

he’ll be busy texting on his phone, of course. or he’s watching a variety show, giggling along. if you ask for a kiss he’ll press a chaste one to your temple, not really paying attention. you’ll have to act cute, tugging on his sleeve, murmuring kwannie. seungkwan is weak for cute things, from puppies and kittens to moon junhui’s three-set cat aegyo. as soon as you’re acting pitiful for his attention he’s watching you, endeared. he’ll begin to mimic you, pitching his voice higher or lower to imitate your own voice. he’ll cup your cheeks, squishing them together, further endearing you to him. he’ll ask you want you want, and as soon as you’re saying you just want a kiss he’s giggling, pulling you close. he’ll still be laughing as he kisses your forehead and cheek, until eventually his lips land on yours.

➥ chwe hansol

you’ll have to say it outright. when you stand in front of him, hands on your hips, peering down at him. he’ll peer up at you, confused. “me? you want to kiss me?” and then you’ll roll your eyes and say yes, of course you want to kiss your boyfriend! and he’ll grin, shaking his head and setting aside his phone, acting as if someone was trying to gift him a car or something. he’ll guide you to settle in his lap, arms loosely wrapping around your middle. then hansol will blink at you, waiting. you’ll roll your eyes and push forward, pressing your lips against his. hansol will assume you meant a one-and-done type of deal, and when you’re sliding your mouth against his again, after the first initial peck, he’ll be surprised. but then hansol, who’s easily adaptable, will realize just want you’re wanting, and he’ll be all for it.

➥ lee chan

ask chan for a kiss and he’s immediately getting cocky. lee chan loves feeling needed, loves it when you ask for things. whether it’s help reaching something or a kiss, chan is immediately puffing out his chest and grinning. he’ll raise his eyebrows. “oh, you want a kiss, do you?” and he’ll maintain this cocky attitude until your lips are nearing his. and then he’s giggling, so much so that he can barely kiss you. you’ll pull away, frowning. chan will try and suppress his laughter, one hand going to your hip to hold you still and keep you from backing up further, the other sliding to hold your jaw. “sorry, i’m sorry baby. one more chance.” and then chan is kissing you properly, like he’s made to do it. he’ll put passion into your kisses, just as he does singing and dancing, pouring his love into every single press of your lips, every single slide of his tongue against yours. he’ll apologize for not giving you attention through his kiss and won’t let up until he’s satisfied.

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Finger Paints | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Tim had wanted to become a police officer for many reasons. Ever since he retired from the military, he had this unwavering need to help people. He was lost without that structure in his life, but he never considered what he could gain from joining the LAPD.

Through his work he met his now-wife and they had built a life together. Now, instead of fumbling through life, he now had his four-year-old daughter sitting on his lap, absolutely covered in paint as she tried to draw something (it could either be an elephant or an aeroplane, he wasn't to sure).

"That's really good, sweetheart." He said, shuffling the two of them so he could see the picture better. From this angle, he could rule out the plane theory but it had been replaced a multi-coloured blob. "What is it?"

"Mummy!" she said, squealing almost as she wriggled in Tim's lap. He just kept on smiling as she spread paint everywhere, trying not to think about how much he liked these trousers. They could be replaced anyway, this moment couldn't.

"Ah!" he overemphasised his words, poking a finger into her side, causing her to squeal again, this time in ticklish delight. "Now I see it. What is mummy holding?"

"Candy!"

"Candy hmm?" Tim pretended to ponder as his daughter turned to face him, "Why don't we clean you up and get some candy?"

"Ice cream!" she counted, jumping up from his lap.

Tim stood after her, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the kitchen sink to try to wash up some of the paint she had covered herself in. "Ice cream it is."

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Sunflower

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Summary: Daisy is bored

a/n: I hope you all will like this, and hopefully, it's okay for me to name his daughter Daisy. You all can just imagine a different name if you shouldn't like it

Simon was lying on the floor with his arm stretched out. Five markers were spread out on the floor as Daisy scribbled and colored in his tattoos "Having fun?".

You had gone out to meet your friends, leaving your husband and Daisy alone at home. Daisy is your and Simon's two-year-old daughter. Since you don't usually leave them alone, Simon had to come up with a plan that ended up with Daisy drawing and colouring his tattoos.

He had his tattoos covered with various colours and drawings. He had his eyes closed, hoping that Daisy would move on to something else. However, when he heard her footsteps moving away from him, he opened his eyes to see her approaching him again with more markers.

The markers were in all kinds of colours. Daisy sat on the floor next to her dad's laying figure as she coloured more of his tattoos.

”Daisy, come on-“ he protested half-heartedly. "Dont you have paper to draw on?”.

Simon was about to grab the markers and put them out of Daisy's reach when she drew another line on the side of his bare neck, giggling to herself. He sighed and closed his eyes again.

In fact, Simon loved it when his daughter enjoyed herself. And even though it would be a pain to remove all the drawings, he let Daisy continue doodling and drawing on his body.

Daisy then drew a flower on her dad's hand. He opened his eyes and looked down at his hand, then back up at Daisy, "Is that a sunflower?" he asked softly. Simon was really proud of her. His smile turned into a playful grin once she nodded. He turned his head and kissed Daisy's cheek, "Well done, Princess."

Since Daisy had already had her fun drawing on him, Simon took one of the markers and attempted to draw a tiny heart on his two-year-old daughter's hand, which looked a bit squiggly, but was still recognizable enough to call it a heart.

Daisy squealed with delight and kissed the squiggly heart on the back of her hand. It was a small thing, but it meant the world to her. As she did so, Simon drew a few more marks on her arm.

"You want more marks? You little artist," he smiled at her as her laughter filled the room again. It seemed that Simon had forgotten his actual intention of getting Daisy to stop doodling on him.

"I'm home," you called as you walked into the living room.

As you looked towards the couch, you saw your husband and Daisy sitting on the floor. Both of their bodies were covered in drawings, both of them looking hilarious. Even their faces were full of doodles.

While you were giggling at them, you suddenly saw Simon secretly handing a marker to Daisy, indicating for her to run over to you and draw on your body as well. "Don't you dare," you said.

Simon pretended not to know what you were talking about, he even put the cap back on the marker he had just given to Daisy. Daisy giggled her head off and started to make her way over to you. You saw her other marker in her hand, and she was ready to draw a few squiggles on your body.

Hours later, you were all sitting on the floor together, your bodies covered in scribbles as you glared at your husband for giving Daisy the idea to draw on you.

Simon gave you a devious smirk as he stared at his masterpiece. You weren't angry, but you felt pretty silly with the bunch of random drawings all over your skin. Daisy was just as bad off as you, with multiple drawings all over her body.

"It's all your fault. I hate you," you told him, not at all serious with your statement, as Daisy was still drawing on your arm.

He pulled Daisy off your arm and kissed the top of her head as he chuckled. "Whatever you say, love," he turned to you and playfully nudged your arm, looking rather proud of himself. In fact, he was absolutely beaming.

"Hey Lt, since when do you have a sunflower on your hand tattooed?" Soap asked him as he looked at the back of his Lieutenant's hand.

Not at all, knowing that it was actually Daisy's doodle of a sunflower that Simon got tattooed a week later.

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"Are You Two Together?"

summary: Short pieces of how I think various Skyrim men would react to this question (they're all definitely together) gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Brynjolf, Vilkas, Farkas, Arnbjorn, Cicero, Erandur, Balimund, Mercer warnings: slightly suggestive (Brynjolf, Erandur)

You can feel Brynjolf’s confidence skyrocket at the question. One hand sneaks to your lower back to draw you even closer. It’s absolutely the last thing you need - if anyone in the Guild knew about you two it would ruin their opinion of you. Barely getting your footing and already sleeping with your mentor? Ignoring Brynjolf’s cocky grin you clear your throat, trying to banish the heat in your cheeks. “Of course not.” Your words aren’t exactly convincing when you consider the messy state of your armor and the clear bite marks on his exposed skin. Mercer’s eyes dart between the obvious clues, offering nothing but an unimpressed grunt before turning away. “Right. That would be unprofessional.”

“Absolutely not.” Vilkas answers despite the hand clasped in yours. You fight to stifle a laugh at his staunch refusal to share his personal life with others. “We’re clearly coworkers. Why would you ask such a question?” “Well, you’re -” the poor recruit stammers into silence when Vilkas' glare turns to them. You’ll chastise him after the lad returns to his group of whelps across the hall but you know how much he delights in someone thinking he’s frightening. “The Harbinger’s relationship status is none of your business.” His tone is curt, a contrast to the delicate way his thumb traces over the back of your hand. “Now leave us.”

“Yeah, I’m courting them.” Farkas snorts at the question. He thought it was fairly obvious - the two of you were practically joined at the hip. On the rare occasion one of you left Jorrvaskr without the other he swept you into his arms upon returning. He sat dutifully at your side while you sorted through the mess of being a Harbinger, planning out training routines or sharpening his sword. “Hear that, love? I’m courting you.” Turning that dazzling grin on you, Farkas places an exaggerated kiss on your hand. “Many apologies for skipping a few steps.”

“Why?” Neither confirming nor denying Arnbjorn continues with his work, fully ignoring the conversation. As you’ve spent many days before you’re perched on his workbench, parchments spread around you entirely in his way. He’s grumbled about the mess a few times but hushes when you retort that he is far more interesting. “Why would you think Arnbjorn and I are together?” Sharpening your tone, you needle the young trainee with the question. You see uncertainty in the way he glances between you and Arnbjorn’s tense back. “Well, some of the others were talking.” “What do you think about that?” Arnbjorn pauses at your teasing tone, a gruff hand on your thigh as he reaches for the correct tool. The poor recruit looks ready to bolt. “Sounds like a ridiculous rumor.”

Cicero is absolutely overjoyed at the question. The mere thought of others knowing he is with his Listener, of being associated with the one he loves! He’s practically bouncing at your side, hand grasping yours to his chest while you await whatever he’s got to say. “Is it so obvious?” He sighs dramatically, a softness in his voice usually reserved just for you. “Oh, truly Cicero is quite the lovesick fool. It appears everyone has learned that the Listener owns his silly heart.”

“As a Priest of Mara, I love all of her lady’s subjects.” Erandur’s practiced words do nothing to hide the telltale marks you’d left on his throat. The skin’s a tender reminder of the night before - you sneaking through the temple into his chambers, his words like prayers promising whatever you wish as long as you keep touching him. Clearing his throat Erandur forces himself to refocus on the acolyte standing before him. “I would never allow them special privileges due to any personal feelings.”

“Never would’ve thought to put a label on it.” Balimund would surely get a kick out of the question. You don’t mind the interest - after the amount of time you’ve dedicated to him during your increasing visits to Riften it’s hardly a secret. You never intended on sharing your relationship with strangers but Balimund’s reliable hand on your shoulder or the way you lean into his chest in the market must’ve drawn some eyes. You’d never discussed your relationship, simply aware of shared feelings. “I guess we are.” He answers and that soft smile is enough to warm your heart.

“No,” Mercer lies through his teeth. You’d likely act no different if asked such a question - there’s too much at stake. If one lie unravels the others will surely follow. If anyone begins to speculate about your romantic entanglement with the Guild Master there’s no telling what else they could uncover. Ignoring the little twinge of hurt in your chest you return to your practice dummy, sure that you’ll say the same if they aren’t convinced. “I hardly know their name.” He scoffs, kicking a foot up on his desk. “No special treatment around here.”

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Maintenance Request Chapter 18

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.3k

chapter summary: Back to work (and all the promises you and Joel made on that phone call).

a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕 posting a bit early today for secret reasons 👀 check back at 11 for more 👀

chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, food and drink mention, pet names (honey, gorgeous, darlin’, baby, sweetheart, good girl, handsome, cowboy), reader can wink (author cannot lmao), semi-public sex, kissing, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), reader straddles Joel's lap

Chapter 18

Monday, November 4 Eleventh week of the semester

On Monday, you were almost vibrating on your way into work.

You’d talked to Joel again on Sunday, but all that had done was get you keyed up for your impending reunion. You couldn’t stop thinking about his promises – his hands, his cock, and everything else – and your office. You knew actually doing anything there was risky, but the idea had consumed you since your call on Saturday night.

As you walked across the quad to your building, your phone vibrated in your pocket, surprising you.

Joel (8:53 AM): See you soon, gorgeous.

You smiled. You were pretty sure he was in the same boat as you, drowning in anticipation.

you (8:54 AM): can’t wait 💕

Perhaps as a favor to you, the morning actually flew by. Before you knew it you were pacing awkwardly in front of your desk again as you waited for Joel to knock on your door.

You couldn’t get your mind off the images he’d put there, wondering if you would rush to come together as soon as the door opened, or actually manage to eat lunch first.

And then he knocked.

At your call to come in, Joel stepped into your office and then froze. For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He looked good. Rather than the typical flannel, he was wearing a navy blue button up that made his shoulders look even broader than normal. Your eyes traced them, lingering, before darting back up to meet his gaze.

You managed a strangled, “hi,” and it seemed to kickstart Joel into action. He took a swift step inside before turning and locking the door behind him.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” his voice rumbled out of him, register low and smooth, as he turned back to face you. His whole body looked tense.

You were both still, staring at each other, and then very suddenly, you weren’t.

“Fuck,” the expletive fell from Joel’s lips like prayer. He took two large steps towards you and before you knew it you were in his arms, pressed back against your desk. “I missed you so goddamn much, honey.” His arms had snaked around your back and tightened, pulling you in close to his chest. You buried your fingers in his hair as he gently pressed his forehead against yours. Drawing in a deep breath, you replied, “missed you too, Joel.”

“Been thinkin’ about this since Friday, honey.” And with no further prompting, Joel leaned to press his lips to yours.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, the night before, you’d wondered if you should be worried how much you craved this. Craved his lips against your own, his arms around your body, the tease of his tongue against your bottom lip.

Feeling it all again, you decided you’d be a fool not to crave it.

You opened your mouth to his kiss and together you skipped right over slow and gentle. It was hot and intense and everything you’d wanted for days.

“Joel–” you moaned, and he shushed you as he pressed kisses down your neck. “Shhh, honey, let me take care of you.” That sounded heavenly, but it also reminded you of exactly how you wanted this to go. You shook your head slowly to clear it as he worried a new mark at your collarbone, replacing the ones that had faded.

“That’s not what–” you sighed. “You know what I want, Joel.”

To your absolute delight, you felt him shiver in response. He dropped his forehead to rest against your shoulder. “Yeah?” You could hear how much he liked the idea.

“Yes, Joel. Sit down.” He shivered again and you smiled, nudging him gently backwards until he fell into one of the armchairs in front of your desk.

He looked up at you with dark eyes. You took a step forward and, eyes locked on his, sank slowly to your knees. He swallowed, hard.

“Been thinking about this,” you murmured, reaching forward to undo the button of his jeans. His hands came to rest on the arms of the chair and he dug his fingers in until the tips turned white.

“Darlin’, you got no idea how much I’ve been thinkin’ about this,” he replied, lifting his hips to give you room to pull down his jeans. You could see his hard cock straining against the front of his briefs.

You licked your bottom lip as you looked at it, and you heard Joel’s breath catch. You grinned.

“Can I kiss you, handsome?” you winked at him as you called back your first night together, and he laughed, breathless.

“Honey, you can kiss me wherever you’d like. Consider it an open invitation.” He picked up his right hand and gently, so gently it made your breath catch, trailed his fingertips across your cheek. You turned to press a kiss to them and he grinned. “Just like that.”

You laughed and kissed his fingers again. He moved his hand back to cup the back of your neck and tug you forward, and you grinned as you allowed it.

“Eager, hmm?” You teased him as you slid your hands up his thighs, reveling in the muscle you could feel flexing under your fingertips. You moved forwards until you were right between his thighs, hands resting on his briefs. You looked up to meet his eyes before leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his cock, still covered and bulging under black fabric. You watched as his eyelids fluttered but didn’t close.

“Fuck, honey, ‘course I am,” he groaned. You grinned and tucked your fingers under the waistband of his briefs, lifting them over the head of his cock. As soon as you revealed it, you leaned down to press a soft kiss to the head, already red and swollen. You let your tongue slip out to press against the tip where a tiny bead of precome was waiting for you. Joel groaned out your name.

“Please, baby, just like that. Let me see that pretty mouth on my cock.” He sucked in a breath as you tugged his briefs down, letting his cock spring free. “Been dreamin’ about your mouth, ever since you told me you wanted this.”

With his left hand Joel tugged up the hem of his shirt, giving you plenty of room to work. You placed your own left hand on his hip and used your right to grip the base of his cock, bringing the head up to your lips. You locked eyes with him as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

“Look at you,” he sounded breathless. “That’s my good girl. Let me see my cock on your tongue, baby.”

You pulled on his cock with your right hand, gliding your fist upwards as you let the head come to rest on your tongue. The salty, smooth taste of him almost made you moan. For a moment you stayed there, eyes locked on Joel’s as he stared back at you. And then you smirked, as much as you could like that, and you watched Joel’s eyes roll backwards as you closed your mouth around the head of his cock.

The taste of him and the stretch of your mouth around him were delicious. Your own eyes fell closed as you took him deeper into your mouth. You teased along the bottom of his cock with your tongue, wetting his soft skin, and you felt his grip tighten on the back of your neck in response.

“Fuck, baby, you–” he trailed off on a sigh as you started to move your hand, working in the same rhythm as your mouth. You hummed, loving the effect you were having on this man who could so easily reduce you to a quivering mess with just his voice. You felt more than heard him take a deep breath. “Look at you, honey.” His voice was deeper, rougher than you’d ever heard it. You felt its effect starting to pool in your underwear. You looked up as you moved your mouth down, deeper this time, teasing the head of his cock towards the back of your throat. Joel’s mouth was hanging open and he was panting as he watched you. The hand not wrapped around your neck was grasping at the arm of his chair.

As you slid the head of his cock out of your mouth, you flattened your tongue along the underside and made a show of the tip resting there before taking him in again.

Joel grunted as his hips thrust forward. “Shit, sorry, honey–” You cut him off with a firm grip to his hip. He blinked at you as you tugged his hip. “No, baby, I’m too big, I–”

You sucked in a breath as you pulled off of his cock. “I want you to, Joel. I can do it.”

He slowly let go of the arm of the chair and moved his hand to grip your chin. He rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip before using his grip to pull your mouth open. He grinned, slow and wicked, and stood slowly from the chair. You rose up on your knees to follow him.

“‘Course you can. You are my good girl, right?” You nodded, mouth open in his hand. “Well, I did tell you, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

As the words left his mouth he thrusted his hips forward, guiding his cock into your open mouth. You let your jaw relax and welcomed him in.

Soon you found your rhythm again, letting his cock slide in and out of your mouth on his shallow thrusts, your hand joining in and squeezing him at the root. You moaned and you felt Joel shudder in response. Every stroke sent spikes of sensation into your core, shooting down your spine.

“Knew you could take it like this, honey.” Joel thrust just a little bit deeper on his next stroke and you both moaned. “Can’t believe this pretty little mouth is all mine. So perfect for me, just perfect on my cock, baby.”

You tightened your grip around his cock and felt him suck in a breath in response. “Shit,” he breathed, eyes wide. “Fuck, that’s so fuckin’ good.” You rubbed your thighs together, loving how obviously affected he was by what you were doing. As you moved your mouth over him again, you sucked lightly and almost smiled, as much as you could, at the moan he gave you in response.

Joel smoothed his thumb gently under your eye, prompting you to look up and meet his gaze. He held your gaze with his own as he moaned on his next thrust. You realized you’d let your hand fall slack, and you tightened it again, moving it in time with your tongue and his thrusts. His hips stuttered in response.

“Fuck, honey, I’m close. Where do you– where should I–” You closed your grip on his hip again and tugged him forwards. “Inside?” You hummed, closing your eyes, and he groaned.

His hips somehow thrust even faster, and you tried to keep up with your hand and your tongue and your mouth. When you heard him start to say your name, you pushed against his grip and took him even deeper, letting the tip of his cock kiss the back of your throat. You hollowed your mouth around him and sucked.

Joel came, hard.

“Fuck, fuck. That’s– fuck.” You felt him come down the back of your throat and you swallowed, just in time. His body curled over you and you felt him brace himself against the edge of the desk behind you with his free hand. After a moment he used his grip on your neck to ease you backwards and you realized your own chest was heaving. Your eyes fluttered open and you met his gaze – he looked wrecked, and you were sure you did, too.

After a moment of simply gazing at each other Joel tugged you forward again, sinking back into the chair and guiding you to follow. Fighting against your loose limbs, you moved where he pulled you, settling into his lap. Joel immediately let his forehead drop to rest against your chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your shirt. You smiled.

On his next exhale, he murmured, “that was so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. Fuck.” You grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, honey. Fuck. Your fuckin’ mouth.” He sounded awestruck, and it made you laugh, a little stunned.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, moving his hand around to cup you. “Don’t think I forgot about you, though.”

“Joel–”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Let me take care of you, now.” With no hesitation, Joel slipped his fingers into your pants, seeking your core. As his fingertips brushed against your slit he chuckled.

“You are soaked, honey. S’this all for me?” You nodded, hiding your face in his neck. “No, no hidin’, baby.” He gently pushed you backwards with his left hand until he could catch your gaze. You felt your cheeks burning. “No reason to hide. Ain’t nothin’ better than knowin’ this pussy is wet for me.” You whined in response, and he grinned. “That’s right, honey. It is all for me.”

Joel pulled you into a searing kiss as two of his fingers slipped inside of you, surprising you into a moan. He swallowed it down and curled his fingers on the next thrust. As his fingers found their rhythm inside of you, his tongue danced along your bottom lip and you opened for him, letting him deepen the kiss.

You started to thrust your hips forward, and Joel responded by tucking his thumb up against your clit, gently moving in circles around it in time with your hips.

Your next inhale sounded like a sob.

Joel broke away and soothed you with his free hand, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. “Shhh, honey, let me help you,” he murmured, pressing kisses down your neck. “That’s my good girl, right? Letting me take care of you.”

“So fucking good, Joel,” you managed to sigh out, and you felt him smile against your neck.

“That’s what we are together, baby. So fucking good.” You smiled and nodded.

You felt your orgasm starting to draw down your spine. You swayed a little in his lap and he steadied you with an arm around your waist.

“Let me see it, gorgeous,” he sucked a mark onto your shoulder, just to the side of your neck. “Let me see how you come. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, honey, let me see it again. So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, baby.” Joel bit down on your neck, and you felt the wave come rushing back towards you, cresting up your spine and whiting out everything around you.

You might have moaned his name as you came, but you couldn’t be sure. You must have said something because you came back to yourself and realized his hand was clamped over your mouth. You blinked.

“You got a little loud there at the end, sweetheart.” You could hear his smile in his voice. You blinked again and realized you were still in your fucking office.

He must have felt you stiffen at the realization because he pulled back to look at you and grinned. “Yeah, honey, still here.” You shook your head and groaned.

You sank down against him and he pulled you into his arms in a tight embrace. You both just breathed each other in, resting against each other as you came down.

“Can’t believe I forgot where we were,” you whispered, and he chuckled.

“S’alright, honey, I almost did, too. Was pretty close to forgetting my own name when your mouth was on my cock.”

You pressed a kiss to his neck and smiled. “I know we can’t do this everyday, Joel, but damn.”

He nodded. “Yeah, we’d definitely get sloppy and get caught, probably.”

You snorted, and managed, “already pretty sloppy over here, cowboy.” He huffed a laugh and squeezed one of your ass cheeks in his palm.

“That’s the way I like it.”

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, and let yourself relax into his embrace. For a moment, neither of you moved, but you could almost feel Joel thinking hard about something. You nudged him gently, encouraging him.

“Sarah told me I couldn’t stop talking about you and it was embarrassin’, this weekend.” You blinked at the apparent non sequitur. “I didn’t tell her that if it were my choice, I’d have talked about you even more. I was tonin’ it down.”

You laughed. “You have that much to say about me, hmm?”

He tilted his head down and nudged his forehead against yours. “Course I do, sweetheart.” He paused, but it didn’t seem like he was finished.

“What?” He sighed. “Joel, what is it?”

A knock at the door interrupted and startled you both. You shoved yourself to a standing position and quickly pulled your clothes into position, smoothing them into place. You eyed Joel to make sure he was decent. He nodded, but reached out to fiddle with your collar for a moment before sitting in one of the chairs in front of your desk. You took a deep breath before opening the door.

To your displeasure, Trevor was standing on the other side.

“Oh, hi Trevor,” you could hear the irritation in your voice and tried to tamp it down. “What did you need?”

He eyed you, and then looked past you. The sight of Joel apparently surprised him because his eyebrows rose and he took a step back. Then his face twisted into his familiar scowl.

“Another maintenance request? What have you been doing to your office?”

You sighed and tried not to roll your eyes. “We’re just having lunch, Trevor. If you don't need anything I’ll see you at the meeting in a few minutes.”

For a moment he didn’t move, gaze bouncing back and forth between you and Joel.

“Er, no. Not as such. I’ll see you there. Don’t be late.” As always his tone grated against your nerves, and after you’d closed the door again you locked it and gave in to the desire to roll your eyes.

You turned around to find Joel grinning at you.

“What?” You studied him, confused.

“Sarah told me about your nickname for him.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks again and you sighed.

“Sorry, I–”

“No, darlin’, I like it. It was funny. You can’t do worse than Tommy with the swearin’, anyway, and besides,” he shrugged. “He really is a prick.”

You laughed and shook your head. You stepped closer to Joel again and rested your hands on his shoulders as his own came to grasp your hips.

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked, recalling his hesitation from a moment before.

Joel cleared his throat, looking up at you. “Um, right. I know we haven’t talked about it yet, but I have to tell you – this weekend, when my family asked about you. I called you my girlfriend without thinking about it. Is that– um, is that alright?”

You grinned at him. “Joel, that is more than alright.” You leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before pulling away to catch his eye again.

“As long as I can call you my boyfriend.” Joel grinned so wide you watched the crinkles form and deepen in the corners of his eyes.

“Well I do like the sound of that, sweetheart,” he murmured as he pulled you down for another kiss.

…

you (5:32 PM): so uh (5:33 PM): you know how I said I wouldn’t have sex in my office

bestie (5:34 PM): no FUCKING way (5:35 PM): I am calling you in 30 seconds and if you don’t answer I am driving to your apartment (5:35 PM): !!!

you (5:36 PM): 🙄

...

a/n: it's official! and so is the office sex. lmao see you next Friday!

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prince-liest · 28 days

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I just wanna gush bc omg I love the 666 series so much. I think it made me realize I might be... furry-ish? adjacent? I just find it so satisfying how you go into detail about the unique body features of both of them, the way it feels to have deer ears or kiss a TV and just generally how much thought is put into the way their bodies work, and I've realized that my interest in that kind of idea is a pretty good reason to partake in more explicitly furry media lmao. Anyways

I'm also really in love with how you maintain the balance of each of their personality traits. Vox is simultaneously so pathetic and cringefail (also your dialogue for him is perfect, I can hear it crystal clear in my head) but also he has vastly more emotional intelligence than Alastor, no doubt at least in part because he has to deal with Val, and he's able to marginally calm down with his obsession to deal with sticky situations, but even then he still retains his personality and bumbles things sometimes because of the flaws in said personality! It's great. I also really appreciate the balance you've struck with Alastor, I feel like often Alastor is either written to either soften up so immediately that it feels disconnected from his character or is written overly mean and heartless for my liking and the way you've written him is such a delicious balance between softer aspects such as the prey instincts or moments of vulnerability and his untouchable and manipulative self, and also the way this side of him is neither written as wholly a front or wholly his real nature and the complex ways this makes him struggle with his increasing vulnerability. TL;DR arghgr your characterization is so good it makes me go a little feral

Also while I'm here, I'm curious whether you can give an answer to the degree to which Alastor is touch-averse. There's obviously a lot of ways in which he fundamentally dislikes touch but it also seems like there's at least some kinds of touch where he doesn't dislike the touch itself so much as he's afraid of the way it brings about feelings of caring and/or enjoyment being cared for. I'm curious how much, in general, you would say his touch aversion comes from either cause and possibly what kinds of touch do/don't provoke those flavors of aversion

Omg, what a lovely ask to receive. Honestly, everything you said that you enjoy about how I characterize these two is very much what I've been actively gunning for, so it's an absolute delight to see it outlined back to me. Success!!! Thank you so much!

And ahaha - I'm not a furry but I fucking love inhuman characters. Being raised in the pits of Homestuck fantroll RP made me enjoy the whole "they're bug/fish aliens" thing and it definitely rears its head again any time I encounter characters with inhuman qualities. I love writing Vox's TV/computer-ness and Alastor's deer and radio bits, and integrating them into who they now are as people.

As for Alastor's touch-aversion: It's funny that you ask about this, because the next chapter of 666 is going to dive into it a bit. Specifically into the fact that it's not, like, a set of boundaries that is consistently defined, and I write him that way on purpose. The very first time he and Vox sleep together, Alastor bottoms. He becomes significantly less amenable to touch after he goes through an uncomfortable rut cycle that gets sexual. By the time Vox convinces Alastor to fuck him, Alastor would never let Vox do that again and frankly only agrees to topping because Vox gave him an option that didn't involve getting his dick out. Then in the next episode, they're having clothes-off sexual contact. So, what gives?

Things that play into Alastor's willingness to touch and be touched as far as Vox is concerned:

How does he see Vox at that point in time? Disgustingly entitled (ew)? Hilariously beneath him (haha who cares)?

Does he care about what Vox thinks of him? Does Vox touching him draw his attention to positive or negative assumptions he has about Vox's perspective on doing so?

What value has he attached to this particular touch in the power balance of their relationship? Is he humoring Vox? Does he assume Vox thinks he's owed this? Does he perceive it as something Vox is genuinely doing for him?

Has he tried this particular kind of touch before? He's pretty willing to experiment, but that doesn't mean he'll do something twice without a compelling reason if he didn't like it the first time.

Is he getting off on this situation sexually? If so, is it fully willing (read: not a byproduct of uncomfortable hormones) on his part? That only really happens when he's in a submissive role and Vox is hitting a few very specific kinks, a major one of which is basically CNC tilted 30 degrees to the left.

Is he enjoying the touch in platonic ways? How does he feel about that? Is it a vulnerability to want something? Is it feeding his ego to be catered to? Is he worried that what he enjoys platonically is being read into in ways he doesn't like?

Is he fucking drunk? Things that bother you when sober often seem like a non-issue when you're not, both on a physical and emotional level.

How much touching has been happening recently? Has he hit his limit? Did he deliberately put himself into a situation earlier to have his limit be hit and surpassed, and now he's in the aftermath?

He does have a certain fundamental purely physical dislike of touch, but it's something that is really affected by how he perceives each individual situation as well as his relationship with Vox at that time, and his previous experiences!

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horny-boy-toy · 5 months

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12/1: "Touching under the blanket"

Mlw

You and I are cuddling while we watch a Christmas movie with two of your friends. We're on the couch, they're curled up in recliners. The movie begins to drone and fall into the background as I flop my head back lazily to inspect your jaw. My eyes travel appreciatively to your chest, back up to your lips, slightly parted in focus while the light from the TV shines across your eyes.

My thumb rubs small circles on your shoulder and I hold my eyes to yours until your gaze breaks from the television to meet mine. My eyes drop to your lips for a moment, then dart back up. You give me a little nudge in the ribs with your elbow and turn back to the TV, grinning.

Honestly, a couple of reindeer really can't distract me from the way your throat twitches as you swallow or how your thigh presses against mine. I gently lift my arm off your shoulders, careful not to make any sound (even though I'm pretty sure I hear your friends snoring), and rest it casually on your thigh. I cant help but grin when your body melts a little into the touch. Your attention becomes a little forced as I nonchalantly draw little circles onto your leg with my fingers.

[NSFW- ALL MINORS STOP READING HERE]

You shift and I feel satisfaction pound through my chest as your breathing gets deeper. My hand inches up your leg and I look you in the face. Now's your time to back out, all you have to do is say no, but we both know that you're too much of a needy slut to do that. So, you just hold eye contact with me while I brush my knuckles feather-light over the zipper of your jeans. I grab one of your hands and guide it to the button of your pants, raising an eyebrow when you pop it open and slide down the zipper, lifting your hips and pulling the jeans down to your ankles.

I press on your knees and you let them fall, spreading your legs wide open for me under our blanket. I turn my body to face you and test placing my hand fully against your crotch. Your jaw clenches and I can, to my absolute delight, feel the wetness tainting your panties.

I rub the area and you clamp down on your lower lip.

"Oh... does that feel good?" I murmur in your ear while I rub circles against your cunt though your panties.

You clench and unclech your fists and shake your head. "Yeah... but we're- we're watching the uh.." you trail off for a moment, "the movie."

I press harder, "What was that, love?"

Your legs squeeze together and your breathing hitches. "Uh.."

I slide my hand away and give the soft flesh below your ear an open mouthed kiss. "Do you want me to stop?"

I hover close to you but nowhere does our skin actually make contact. I can feel the heat radiating off your body. I see the way your legs are twitching and your nipples are pressing against the thin fabric of your top. You visibly argue with yourself.

"No," you whisper.

I smile and place a hand behind your head on your neck. "Good girl."

I move so that I'm straddling you, careful not to hurt your legs by sitting too hard. You're pressed against the couch as I press my mouth to yours, savoring the sweet liquor of your tongue while my hands roam your body. Your hips lift slightly and I push back, grinding against you.

I tilt my weight sideways and fall back onto the couch, pulling you into my lap while you kick off your jeans. I grasp your hips in my hands and firmly guide you as you grind on my thigh. We break apart for air and my head falls back onto the couch.

You place your hands on my leg and continue to press down, making small noises of pleasure. My hands leave your hips and I undo my own zipper, having you pause long enough to shimmy my own pants and trousers to my knees.

My head is tilted back, and I watch you bounce on my leg, desperate for release, while I lazily stroke my cock. Your hands move up my stomach, pushing my shirt up as they move to my chest. "Please.." you whine in my ear. I can feel your wetness on my leg.

I take my hand off my cock and still your hips, then use your waist to guide you off my leg and onto the floor. I take my pants off fully and rest a hand on your head.

"Do you want to cum?" I ask, breathless.

You nod frantically, eyeing my hard cock dripping inches from your face.

I gently guide your head closer. "Then earn it."

Without a moment of hesitation you take the head of my cock into your mouth and suck on it. I sigh with relief and push your head farther down. You flick your tongue and ram me into the back of your throat and do all sorts of other wonderful things that rip groans from deep in my chest.

I hold your head firm and thrust into your mouth with my hips, the tears running down your cheeks bringing me so close to the edge I can taste the pleasure.

I push your head as far down my length as you can take and almost instantly explode. My cum fills your throat as a fire washes through me, making my hips jerk and hand tighten in your hair.

You swallow what you can but white still dribbles down your chin and I pull you up with my fist, still holding onto a chunk of your hair, to lick it off. I move to your mouth and taste myself on your tongue until I regain feeling in my limbs.

When that happens, I break the kiss and push you into a sitting position on the couch. You look so fucking perfect with that dazed expression on your face, bare legs spread and tits pressing against the thin fabric of your nightshirt.

I slide my fingers into the waistband of your panties and slide them down and off your legs. You're so fucking wet just from getting me off.

I sink to the floor and lean so that my face is inches from your dripping cunt and I look up at you. As soon as we make eye contact you whimper a bit too loudly and grasp my hair.

"I haven't even touched you yet. Are you really that needy for me?"

All you have in response is a desperate whine that is loud enough to have potential to actually wake one of your friends. I take the panties in my left hand and shove them into your mouth with two fingers. You startle and gag but I dont remove my fingers from your mouth until you process what happened and relax your head.

I place one of my hands on each thigh and press outwards and downwards, holding them firmly in place while I dip my tongue into your dripping sweetness. You let out a muffled gasp and your legs fight to squeeze shut but I hold them in place.

"If you're not enjoying this you'll tell me, yeah?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and nod.

"Good girl."

I bury my face in your cunt, drinking you up with fervor. My tongue laps across your entrance, stabs into your pussy, circles your clit. I suck and I nibble and I absorb every beautiful pained sound you make. It's hardly 5 minutes before your whole body tenses and your legs tremble and my mouth is filled with your cum.

I continue to play with your clit with one hand, overstimulating you and causing you to shake all over, and I take out the improvised gag with the other. I kiss you deeply and you begin to squirm and writhe but I don't stop pinching and rubbing your clit.

I bite down on your lip and murmur into your mouth.

"Take it. Take my fingers. I havent even properly fucked you and you look like you couldn't tell me your own name."

You can't respond, the look in your eyes vacant and blissed out as I stimulate you.

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natsuphoria · 10 months

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Heck yeah another enstars writer!! May I request Mayoi and maybe Niki with s/o that loves sweets? ♡

- 🍰 anon

holy shit our first emoji anon!! welcome cake anon! (cakenon…?)

mayoi & niki w. a s/o who likes sweets

reader : gender neutral, no pronouns used type : headcanons warnings : none word count : 277

he likes making sweets! however mayoi will not let you know that of his own accord. you’ll have to figure that out on your own.

you wouldn’t realise until you learn he’s in the sweets fan club… and even then he denies being any good at it. (if you peek over his shoulder you can see himeru, tsukasa and kohaku stuffing themselves on mayoi’s treats so you can draw your own conclusions from that…)

he’d be so hesitant to make something for you… what if he messes up? what if you don’t like it and you never speak to him again? what if he accidentally kills you? please reassure him. poor boy has his face in his hands, but he’ll eventually give in… he can never say no to you, after all.

expect to find him approaching you almost fearfully, shyly handing you a neatly-wrapped box.

he’s so adorable, nervously wringing his hands together as he waits for your reaction… and promptly blushing when you react in delight to the absolute perfection in your mouth right now.

it couldn’t hurt to make more sweets for you… especially if it makes you so happy, right?

your wish is his command.

if you even so much as let slip about a trending dessert you’ve been meaning to try, niki is looking up how to make it instantly.

he wants to make you happy!! and if the happiness comes from his food, it’s just so much more worth it to him.

he’d probably end up eating a few of them while he’s making them… maybe just two. or three. or four… just – don’t be surprised if he comes to you with a suspiciously small batch of cookies, okay? niki himself isn’t immune to the charm of his delectables!

he loves watching your face melt into bliss as the flavours explode on your tongue… sure, he loves cooking and baking! but knowing it’s for you gives him new determination and a pep in his step as he expertly moves around the kitchen.

he spoils you so much <3

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elitadream · 2 months

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Hey Elita!

I'm so sorry for reaching out a bit late. I really hope you're feeling a bit better <3<3<3. Sending you all the love and hugs your way <3<3<3

I have been thinking about some bonding time between Mario and Toadsworth (since Toadsworth would probably be Mario's father in law at some point xD). I like to hc that after the events of the galaxy event, Mario becomes quite interested in astronomy. Toadsworth acutally knows a lot about it and catches on on Mario's interest. So they would sit together, star gaze together and Toadsworth would teach Mario the things he knows.

(I don't know if this makes sense but I just wanted some bonding time with those two :) )

Thank you very much for the support! 💕 My overall state has been improving and I feel a bit lighter today, which is good.^^🌱

OMG YES MARIO AND TOADSWORTH BONDING FTW!!! 🤩👌Astronomy is such a good idea for a common interest, I could very well see them spending time together in the castle's observatory and conversing privately at night when all the other citizens (and the princess) would be asleep; talking about life, duty, future aspirations and family. 🌌 The same way Luigi and Peach would primarily bond over their immense affection for Mario, Toadsworth and Mario would bond over their devoted love for Peach, and the two would thus develop a very fond relationship. 💖

There was this fun scene I wanted to draw a while back, in which Mario meets Toadsworth for the first time. The man would be terrified at the thought of being introduced to the princess' trusted steward and very wise mentor (and beloved father figure); wanting to make a good first impression above all else and somehow let him know that he means absolutely no harm whatsoever to Her Highness Peach Toadstool.

After a formal interview upon which the old toad would take notice of Mario's fumbling but unequivocal benignity - as well as obvious nervousness -, he would give him a friendly smile and say: "My boy, I have no doubt that someone who knows how to maintain such a sumptuous mustache is as judicious as they are deft, and will do most finely around the castle. What do you say?"

That would be very effective in breaking the ice. Delighted by the offer, Mario would promptly return the compliment, and the exchange would rapidly turn quite jovial. Slightly worried by the prolonged duration of the meeting, Peach would enter Toadsworth's office only to find him engrossed in a lively conversation with her new friend about facial hair, and she would quietly leave again without being seen; very pleased to see them getting along so well. 🤭

The thought of them instantly taking a liking to each other is one that I really like, and I'd love to eventually make another piece where they're seen directly interacting with one another. ^_^

#asks #mario #princess peach #toadsworth #concept #headcanon #family #romance #partnership #mutual appreciation and regard #hobbies #astronomy #mustaches #good tastes 😏😄#thoughts and ramblings

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What do you think of the relationship between Taylor and Nicholas? Are they really good friends or as they think in many simple acquaintances who can't stand each other? I honestly don't understand where certain theories come from... just why don't they interact publicly? or because they believe certain statements to be true and are unable to go further? I thank you if you answer me!

I feel like I've said all I have to say on this subject, but you sound genuinely worried and sweet, so I'll summarize what I think really quickly:

I genuinely believe Taylor and Nick are great friends, and my opinion is supported by the following evidence:

1, During the rwrb interview for Cinamag, they both say it's a delight to work together, implying they like each other and work well together

2, In September or October (I can't remember), a fan asked Taylor if he and Nick still talk, Taylor said yes, and said that they are great friends. This is Taylor confirming that they are great friends and they keep in contact.

3, In recent video interviews, Nick said multiple times that he thinks good things of Taylor (authentic, kind, fun etc), and that he made a great friend in Taylor. So this is Nick confirming that he and Taylor are friends.

4, The Teen Vogue Editorial and the GQ Editorial on the two of them both describe how well and natural their dynamic and chemistry is:

The interviewer/writer only met them this one time, and this was before the movie was out so there's no such thing as "projecting Alex and Henry onto Taylor and Nick". A stranger spends like half an hour with them and sees this dynamic.

5, Matthew and Aneesh both mentioned how well and fun the boys get along. So their director and cast mate, who worked with them on the project and thus spent a lot of time with them also saw this dynamic.

6, Taylor drawing on Nick's face and Nick laughing it off while signing on Taylor's face. Doing stupid but funny little things like this shows that they're close enough to make jokes about each other, especially since the other one isn't present. You wouldn't do something like that to someone you're not close with or someone you hate. You only do that to the people you're close with, because you know for sure they won't get mad. So this shows that Taylor and Nick are close.

All these things that I mentioned are actual things that happened and all point towards at the very least, a fairly close friendship.

I absolutely don't believe they hate each other, nothing they've done can concretely prove that.

It's not that they don't interact in public, it's that they don't go to the same events. The three times they did, for GQ MOTY (oh I have a candy from that writing this note to remind myself to include it) Nick left early because he was tired; for Milan, although they were both there for fashion week, they went to different shows so time might have clashed; but for the Academy Museum Gala, they were photographed together multiple times, at the very least, three times by official/professional photographer. I wrote this in my part 1 candies post, but basically with how photography worked that night and the time on Taylor's watch, they spent most of the event together.

So yeah. They're great friends.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #anon ask #answered #can you tell i spent high school writing argumentitive essays #but yeah I feel like I said this many times but I guess this is my definitive answer #to me they're >= friends

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raccoonfallsharder · 6 months

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recommended works ⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

these are the folks who have written or drawn something (specifically within the rocket raccoon fan community) that either murdered me, resurrected me, or both.

(i am always open to recs so if you wanna link me to your fave i will be so happy to check them out)

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ fanfiction ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

The All of You (ao3) i fuckin love this story so hard. i love the OC. i love the writing. i love the set up. i reread this probably every month or so and pine for more. it's so fuckin good. @lazarel-3000 is a double-threat (at least) who is also on my recced artist list, which means (obviously) they are a recced creator as well.

Casino Royale (ao3) this fic by @hibatasblog (see also: Entanglement, below) is so fucking delightful. petra quill is so hot i want to date her myself, and the tension between her and rocket is through the roof. loving the angst, loving the little ways that heartbreak seeps through every new paragraph, loving the mystery of trying to figure out what happened to petra and rocket to set them on their separate paths and now bring them back together. always waiting anxiously for the next chapter.

Entanglement (ao3) this fic by @hibataao3 has me rationing my consumption in a way i have not done in a long time. i'm like "i only read one chapter a week to pace myself, as a little treat for surviving another seven days." beautiful writing and intricate storytelling, the metaphors and analogies are so good i almost wish i was back in undergrad writing a thesis on it.

Friends (tumblr) @nyxivy is making their way through the rocketober 2023 prompts and the first fic of the series is. so drool-worthy. i've probably read it fifty times since it came out. short and so hot i could die (much like rocket himself), and somehow incredibly sweet in just the span of a few paragraphs? i will continue coming back to this fic and look forward to more from them at every chance i get.

Get Up (tumblr)@caesarhamato22 is another person on my recced creator list because trying to find just one fic to call my "favorite" is a challenge (obviously i was unsuccessful because there are two on this list). anyway this is lovely and fluffy. i die.

last (friday) night (ao3) nsfw. trying to pick a "favorite" of @aliasrocket's work is like trying to choose a favorite incarnation of rocket (i cannot). guess who is also on my recced creators list.

more than seven (tumblr) second @caesarhamato22 fic on this list and another recced creator. this one is one of my favorite comfort fics (i mean it's still sexy as hell) that i come back to very often. like it's just so wonderful and sweet and perfect and atmospheric and vibes

stars. (tumblr) ☕︎ stars. (ao3) sexual tension & some of the loveliest atmospheric writing i've ever consumed. another @aliasrocket fic that lives in my head.

A Very Basic Instinct (tumblr) ☕︎ A Very Basic Instinct (ao3) nsfw. when i tell you this fic did things to me. it is probably one of the fics i reread most. like, all the time jkjk only semiregularly. check out the author @elegant-fleuret for other equally brainrot-inducing smut (also mentioned in my recced creators).

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@bathmob i wish. i could draw rocket. like this. the vibes are so good. the style. is perfect. i thank the universe whenever i see new art from them.

@glow-autumz is absolutely going to be a published comic artist some day and i will buy anything she works on ever. literally everything she creates has a story behind it, which i love. like, not only are her illustrations gorgeous (and like…often very hot) but every single one is (at least) a single-panel narrative. plus her OC is also cool as hell and i love her interpretations of rocket.

@lazarel-3000 creates the most toe-curlingly delicious art i've seen in a long time. i am seduced by pretty much everything they create. even their rough drafts have me panting. (i also have a crush on their OC and as a bi-lady i look at their art and am often like oh shit this is a fuckin feast). as mentioned before, this artist is also the author of one of my favorite fics and is a recommended creator in general.

@uglly-rodent posts always make me want to pinch the babby raccoom's cheeks and/or cry.

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@aliasrocket writes such beautiful things it is impossible to pick a favorite (i got two of their fics in the fic section and it was difficult to narrow it down that far and even now, i'm not certain). their tumblr has the added advantage of a ton of drabbles, every single one of which is perfection.

@caesarhamato22 read everything. like everything. great smut but i am a sucker for the slice of life shit and it's so fuckin good here. i just wanna be a nail tech on knowhere/locked in a closet with rocket/have him steal my t-shirt/whatever. it's like all my most domestic desires got turned into little fanfiction dreams. so much wish fulfillment i could die

@elegant-fleuret has great fanfiction (more than just the one on my fic list - i just felt like i had to narrow it down and A Very Basic Instinct literally gives me a a fresh hit of dopamine every time i reread it, which is a lot). plus also art. double-threat.

@evolvingchaoswitch writes with a ton of vulnerability and rawness and angst. i am also in love with the shorter pieces they've been putting out for rocketober 2023 (some really great poetry, some really emotional oneshots, some really hot oneshots). plus their OCs always fuckin rock

@lazarel-3000 look. look. i cannot say this enough. please go check them out they are hope in a hopeless place. some of the sexiest art + one of my very favorite fanfictions + one of my very favorite OCs have come out of this flawless individual. (full disclosure they also did some nsfw art of my OC jolie and rocket that has me crying and dying and hyperventilating on a daily basis)

@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr has another one of my favorite OCs and i am always hungry for their little storylines whenever they post.

@mrwolfhare is one of my favorite sources of gotg food-for-thought. just some of the most thoughtful explorations of the details of both the mcu and comic canon, excellent headcanons, beautiful screenshot sets, and really solid art. the drawtober art and ficlets have been highlights in my days this month and i'm told there may be a rad fanfiction on the horizon so keep your eyes on this! (rad fanfiction is here now! read Subject 880HR on ao3)

#rfh recs #rocket raccoon content #fanfiction recommendation #rocket raccoon fanart #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon fanfiction #fan art #fangirl #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon

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For @choicesfandomappreciation's Countdown to 2024.

There are so many talented artists in this fandom. I could never pick only four. I am seriously in awe of all of you and your talents. You truly make this fandom a more beautiful place. We are lucky to have you all.

In no particular order

💛 @hydn-jpg: I absolutely adore you and your talent. I can't thank you enough for the beautiful creations you've made for me. I just adore your style. I'm glad you are doing better. I've loved seeing your art on my dash again. Thank you for sharing all of your beautiful visions with us.

💛 @cashweasel: What can I say?! I absolutely adore you and your art. You've created some of my favorite Mal pieces and you gifted the world Valen. How can we ever thank you enough for that?! Valen is everything, but I adore Gideon too!

💛 @oh-so-youre-a-nerd: I've only been following you for a few months but ohmygosh you are so freaking talented. Like how?!!! I absolutely adore seeing your art on my dash, no matter the subject matter, each piece is just stunning. Your use of light is unlike anything I've seen. You are amazing.

💛 @artbyalz: Your art is so much fun! I LOVED your 12 days of Christmas art series. You gifted the fandom so many beautiful and unique pieces. I absolutely adore all you've created, and ohmygosh how can I even thank you for this gift you've given me?!!!

💛 @cassie-thorne: GAH your art!!! The recent art with Astrid is still living rent free in my head. She is so gorgeous! I truly admire and adore all of your work, though I'm a little biased toward your CoP art! I can't wait for the next book to see how you tackle all the new content we get!

💛 @baldwinboy5ive: I've absolutely enjoyed all of your art and memes from Blades. They were simply fantastic. Your work always puts a smile on my face!

💛 @fairymatchmaker : JOY!!! You are just so so lovely and amazing, and your art is brilliant. I know you haven't been able to draw as much as you'd like to have recently, but please know we are here waiting patiently for when you can. Your art is just brilliant.

💛 @violentinecrl: I am still absolutely in love with this gorgeous gift you made for me. I never expected anything like this and genuinely treasure it. It lives rent free in my head always.

💛 @callmebeem: I only discovered your art this year, but I am so in love with it. I love the 3 commissions you've made for me so far (even if I'm still holding on to one of them) but I absolutely treasure each and know I will be back for more soon! Thank you for them!

💛 @rosefuckinggenius: what can I say about you and your art besides you actually are a fucking genius. Your talent is amazing and I'm grateful for all the times we've worked together!

💛 @bayleedraws-sometimesx: you are an absolute delight! You are a sweetheart who creates such lovely art for the fandom. I love your minimalist style. You bring so much love to your work and it shows.

💛 @erixafleur: I've loved seeing all your gorgeous Blades art throughout book two. I can't wait to see more. Your style is lovely whether it's fully rendered or the sketchy style.

💛 @sazanes : Your art is so beautiful! I love seeing all the gorgeous stuff you create for the various appreciation weeks. I truly look forward to seeing all your works. You can see your care for each piece in every stroke.

💛 @twinkleallnight: you write, you do art, what don't you do? Thank you for sharing all of your many talents with the Choices fandom

💛 @mydemonsdrivealimo: Jensen is an amazing character and your OH art is so lovely. Thank you for the Valentine's doodles you made for my Bryce and Olivia. I truly treasure it!

💛 @gaiuskamilah / @talasintahan: your art is simply brilliant. I haven't been following you long, but I'm loving seeing all your gorgeous work.

💛 @weetlebeetle: You're technically not in our fandom, but you've created so many amazing pieces for me and so many others, you might as well be. Thank you for sharing your talent with us! We are so lucky to have you

💛 @hashiedraws (I know you're no longer active in the fandom, but I will always adore and treasure your art!

There are so so many amazing artists in this fandom, just mentioning a few more:

@somewillwin , @garlickk , @myautumnrose , @rainesenator , @ellezelindraws, @totojo2 , @choices-ceri , @crowlion ; @gremmiie ; @cpt-indigo , @mavidraws , @javsarts

This list is by no means exhaustive, please know that it was not intentional if you were left off!

#choices fandom appreciation #choices countdown to 2024 #choices #playchoices #choices fandom #artists of tumblr

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