#it honestly nearly moves me to tears if i think about it too much
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Labor HC (ft. Poly!Mates Bat Boys)
Warnings: intense labor, my bsf just had her first baby and told me all the horrific things 🫠, personally i never want children, thank the cauldron for healing magic, longish? compared to my other hc, i guess labor horror? the idea of giving birth scares the ever loving shit out of me
By the end of your pregnancy your stomach was the size of two side by side watermelons
Madja grew increasingly worried that you would not survive the labor at how big the babe inside of you had grown
you worried your child would tear itself out of your womb
indefinite bed rest for you
which you honestly didn't mind since it was getting difficult for you to move your body without getting tired
bat boys worry. you aren't illyrian. if the baby belonged to cassian or azriel, your body would not be able to allow for wings to grow. (paternity/gendering of the baby was not possible. all the results came back as inconclusive)
as it gets more cramped inside of you, every one of the baby's movements is felt by you.
Rhys neglects much of his work and favors spending every waking hour by your side.
Cassian and Azriel grow extremely considered when they hear commotion arising in the Hewn City. Az has heard that many in the Court of Nightmares wish for your demise in labor. They take each threat to your life seriously and spend their time ensuring the security and safety of you and your unborn child.
they can't protect you from the pain of labor though
Rhys and Az were asleep with you in the bed, Cassian preferring to stand guard outside your door.
You're pulled out of sleep rather abruptly, well aware of the unconscious tensing of your muscles as a stabbing pressure digs into your abdominal area. a tightening and squeeze so vicious that you try and sit up immediately but your big belly prevents you from doing so.
stomach churning fear rises in you. it was time.
you shake your mates awake as another squeezing pain that burned across your lower back and pelvis.
they've drilled for this. no really your bat boys have played out the scenario an annoying amount of times. Az leaps from the bed to alert Cassian, Rhys helping you sit up
Azriel leaves to fetch Madja since he's the fastest
the Wraiths prep everything you may need and wait in the room with you, Rhysand and Cassian until Azriel returns with the healer.
that's when things really start
you were already screaming when Madja arrived. Nuala and Cerridwen had prepped you for the labor if Madja were too late.
Azriel had your left hand, brows furrowed and wishing he can transfer the pain you were going through into his body. Even if this pain meant the birth of a child, he hated hearing your screams or the tears welling in your eyes as you push with all your might
Rhysand, who had been hold your right hand transfers it to Cassian's care as he moves to be by Madja side to watch the actual birth. His eyes keep darting from your lower half to your face.
you never knew bringing another life into the world was so painful. you yourself didn't know either of your parents. no one to warn you of what you would face in childbirth
your bat boys were there though, that was all that mattered.
time drags with each heave you give
then he was born. . .
Dagen. even with his wings tucked in tight, pushing him out damn near tore you from your v to your a. like that whole entire region was on fire
"O-Oh. . ." Madja gasped, clearly startled as she held your baby in her arms, having been about to pass him to Rhysand. Almost in fear she looks at Rhysand. "I. . .I think there is another babe coming. . ."
Two babies???
you didn't believe her. until you felt another intense wave of pain start up again. dagen nearly tore you in half. you couldn't imagine pushing out another baby that potentially had wings.
"no, please no" you sob, every part of you aching.
Cassian looks scared. "You can do this." his hand was numb but he didn 't care.
"We're here." Azriel nods and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze.
Rhysand was still standing a little dumbstruck with a fresh newborn in his arms.Thankfully one of the wraith sisters nudges him, her arms ready to take the baby so he can go back to focusing on the next one.
Rian arrived quickly, smaller than dagen thanks to the lack of wings
there was five minutes of peace where Rhysand and Cerridwen showed you your boys. beautiful boys that you and your mates created
until you felt another stabbing sensation.
you screamed at rhysand, azriel and cassian. damning them to a suffering in the afterlife for putting you through this.
to you this was bullshit.
it should be impossible!! then again, so was having three destined mates
Mor had called it a miracle. you now thought of it as a curse. you never knew having three mates meant giving birth to three babies at the same time
the third baby however would prove to be the most difficult. thanks to the previous two, you were beyond exhausted and begging for someone to just rip it from you. there was no way you could push it out by yourself.
Madja made the tough call of performing a cesarean section
the wraiths took away rian and dagen as the surgery took place
they'd been in wars, seen carnage, but there your bat boys were with white faces that expressed utter horror
the last baby to be delivered was a little girl with wings. your Baila.
exhausted, you pass out soon after Madja pulls her from you.
everyone is pushed out of the room except for madja herself as she sews you back up and stops the bleeding that could possibly kill you if not treated properly.
it feels like a dream to you when you wake up.
except every part of you is still suffering from a dull pain
your bat boys introduce you to your three pretty babies
i hc that dagen is azriel's, rian is rhysand's and baila is cassian's cuz i've always thought of him as a girl dad and nothing can change that lol
#reader insert#reader insert fanfiction#acotar fanfic#rhysand acotar#rhys acotar#azriel acotar#acotar#acotar series#acotar cassian#cassian fanfic#cassian x reader#cassian#azriel fanfic#azriel x reader#acotar azriel#azriel shadowsinger#bat boys#acotar bat boys#rhysand x reader
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the infamous 'last sighting of a barbary lion in the wild' photo taken by marcelin flandrin (1925) haunts me to my core. there's something so achingly poetic about it.
#this is so random for me but i saw this the other night and it genuinley hasnt left my brain#there's a lot of debate around this subspecies and whether they are#extinct or w/e#hence my wording BUT#this photo and that kinda ....... 'last one in the wild' fact has sTUCK with me#so small. in the space. so alone. walking away. leaving their prints behind.#it honestly nearly moves me to tears if i think about it too much#straight up put this in my drafts last night and now it makes me TOO emotional
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Gale x Tav Kissing Headcanons
A/N: The patch 6 announcement has me back on my bullshit. I know I write a lot for Astarion, but this stupid wizard has my heart too. Here’s to hoping we get to make out with him soon.
Gale’s kisses come in stages
Obviously for a long time he’s very concerned about the orb and getting too excited, as it were
Even after the orb is stabilized and you have your first night together, some part of him thinks he’s getting away with something
The kisses shared between you are fleeting, but tender
While he adores your lips, he’ll just as happily kiss your hand or the top of your head, really any place he can reach
He wants to stay, even if it’s just the barest kiss you can sense it pains him to pull away, but you have other things to do
If he pushes his luck, maybe you’ll be the one to pull away first; he knows he can be a bit…much
The longer your together, the less hesitant he is
All he really needs is for you to pull him back into a deeper kiss a few times in a row for him to get the message
Once he has your permission, it’s nearly impossible for him to keep his hands off you
He still feels like he’s getting away with something, that at any second you’re going to realize he’s not enough or maybe the orb comes back or honestly just the daily dangers you have on your journey are going to tear you away, but instead of bracing for rejection, it just makes him hungry
He starts kissing you like it’s the end of the fucking world, but, in his defense, it kind of is
Even soft kisses come with hands cupping your face as he sharply inhaled your scent
He also can’t help but steal a few more, as if making up for lost time
Kisses after a fight are positively indecent
We already know he gets horny, but knowing he can touch you after makes him practically vibrate
He has enough self control to wait until your properly healed and back at camp, but not enough to wait until after you bath before he’s pulling your some place private and kissing the air right out of your lungs
That’s not to say every kiss leads to something more, only that he’s less reserved in putting all his love and adoration into every touch
He worships you, let him worship you
The feeling can be addicting, but it’s also something you might need to work on with him
Everybody wants to be loved, but being truly in love you need to be a partner, not a goddess on a pedestal
Your mortal and so is he, you don’t need worship, you just need him
And when he finally gets that into his thick skull you find him kissing you in all new ways
Without the threat of the Elder Brain or the crown, Gale finally feels like he has time
He still can’t keep his hands off you, but there is a warm security in it
He’s not afraid your going to pull away
He can kiss you slowly, savor the taste as he smiles against your lips
He can tease you and know you’ll just laugh and pull him back again
His finds he loves kissing your shoulders and the back of your neck as he simply holds you from behind for no other reason than because he can
Even when he finds himself distracted by grading papers or some new discovery, he’ll reach out for your hand, bringing it to his lips to make sure you know he knows your there
He starts to plan his mornings allowing for at least an extra fifteen minutes to get out of bed because how can he be expected to get anything done before he’s properly kissed you awake
Maybe things will teeter off later down the line, his colleagues have teased him more than once about the honeymoon phase
But even years down the line, he can’t see himself slowing down
Honestly the fact that it’s expected for people to be less in love with their spouse after their married is something he can’t find himself ever understanding (skill issue)
He doesn’t kiss you like it’s the end of the world, he kisses you like the world is going to keep on spinning, that time is going to keep moving forward and the best way he knows how to spend it is with you
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale#bg3 gale#gale x tav#gale dekarios x tav#gale of waterdeep x tav#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#gale x reader#gale dekarios x reader#gale headcanons
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Hi, me again 🥰
An Eddie/Roan/Reader request:
-I'd still love to see reader dealing with a Roan tantrum. She's just so sweet to reader, and I would just love to see the reader realize Eddie wasn't exaggerating (I mean her dad is a Rockstar so you know she's got a set of pipes for screaming) -I just think it'd be sweet to see reader process it all, try to be patient and Eddie catches them dealing with it and tries not to step in to see how they handles it alone?
baby's first tantrum but r is the baby! tysm for ur request! ♡ fem!reader
Eddie's daughter, Roan, has become dead set on helping. It's extremely sweet and makes very practical sense — one day, she'll have to learn how to cook and clean and help out around the house. But for now she's small, she's clumsy, and you don't want her to get hurt. Especially on your watch.
She doesn't like this at all, unfortunately.
"I want to!" she demands.
She's standing by your hip, vying for the knife in your hand with arms almost long enough to reach. She nearly grabs a hold of the chopping board.
You push it back and frown at her.
"Aw, babe. I'm sorry, it's super dangerous."
Roan glares at you. You're not surprised, exactly. She's not always happy because kids just aren't, her emotions are finicky and undecided as a tightrope walk. You've seen her show off before and Eddie's warned you of her tantrums.
You're not surprised, but certainly not well-equipped.
"I want to do it," she says fiercely.
"Babe," you say again, boggled at her passion, "you gotta give this one a miss."
"Let me do it!"
You start to worry. You can't give her what she wants, she can't handle the knife. She looks like she, in Eddie's words, is about to go nuclear. What if you don't let her and she hates you for it and you become an evil stepmother figure, rather than somebody she really seems to adore?
She leaps for the knife.
You startle and push it all away from her.
"No," you say. Loud with surprise rather than any anger.
Roan scowls at you, drops to the floor, and starts to sob. It's a cruel kind of sobbing, piercing and outraged. She sits on her knees with her hands moving toward her hair and cries. She sounds like a tornado siren. It's terrifying and grating and honestly astounding, too many things, to hear her and watch her explode like this.
You wipe your hands on a rag and sit down on the floor next to her.
She looks at you from under a low brow and cries, "I want to help."
"I can't let you use the knife, sweetheart, it's very dangerous." You offer a hand. She pushes it away. "If you hurt yourself with it it would really upset me. And it would upset your dad, too."
She carries on crying.
"Roan, is there something I can do?" you ask, using a soft and bubbly tone in hopes of enticing her.
She ignores you for a while, and then warbles, "I want to help."
"You can help me, princess," you say firmly, prying one of her hands from her hair. You shuffle closer to her across the linoleum floor to rub at her head where she'd been pulling it. "You can help me with lots of other things. Things that are much more fun."
"I want to do the- the-"
"The chopping?" you finish sympathetically.
"Yes."
"I know." Her hair is very, very soft under your hands. You pet back her curls affectionately, unnerved by her ragged breathing. "I know you want to do the chopping, because you're so lovely and helpful. That's why I think you'll be really good at the squeezing."
She pauses. A very big tear rolls down her cheek. "Squeezing?"
You hum. "Yeah, the squeezing. But I'm not sure, how big are your hands? Can I see them?"
She shows you both of her hands.
You bring your finger the her palm and draw a circle until she's tickled.
"I think they should be big enough, if you want to do it. I..." You wipe her cheeks, an uncomfortable ache in your chest at seeing her upset with you. "I know you want to do the chopping, and one day you'll be all grown up and you can do it. But if you still want to help me now, then I think you'll be the best squeezer ever."
Roan grabs a hold of your elbow with both hands, almost cuddling your arm.
"Do you want a hug, princess?" you murmur.
She goes to stand. You lift her up before she can and bundle her close to your chest, feeling immensely smug with yourself and very affectionate for the small girl in your hands.
"I really-" She shudders with some lingering upset. "Really wanted to help with chopping."
You rub her back. "I know."
She cries for a little while longer. You wonder what it feels like to experience such big emotions in such a tiny body. Her frame shakes with it.
"You're such a good girl, Roan," you praise softly, kissing the top of her head indulgently.
She sits back to look at your face.
You smile tentatively. When she smiles back you give her a better one, relieved that she's happy. Relieved that you seem to have navigated your first Roan tantrum successfully. Still well-liked. And all without Eddie.
Speaking of.
You look up, see a flash of dark hair.
"Hey, hotshot, you can reveal yourself."
Eddie turns the corner into the kitchen like he hadn't been hiding in the hallway. He's beaming, though there's definitely some guilt to be found in it, more when he plops down on the floor beside you both.
"Hey, guys."
"Where've you been?" you ask.
"Oh, you know. Around." He leans down to meet Roan's eyes.
She smiles at him.
"There's my girl." Kisses for everyone. Eddie drops his lips to her cheeks and then your own before helping you both up. "I heard a rumour about squeezing things. Are you gonna help wash the green stuff?"
"The lettuce," you butt in.
"The lettuce," he repeats, forcing a shiver as he picks Roan up from under the armpits and sits her beside the sink.
"This parts important, 'cos otherwise we might be eating bugs for dinner. Think you can do it?" he asks her.
She nods very seriously. Eddie rewards her determination with a colander and the lettuce from the fridge and instructs her to go ham. Soon, the cold faucet is running full pelt and splashing water everywhere, and the two of them are shrieking trying to keep all the lettuce leaves together in the pot.
Eddie catches you laughing and rubs him cold, wet hands in your arm.
"I'm sorry for not helping you," he says over the furious rushing water. "Just wanted to see how you'd do."
"Did I pass?"
"It's not about passing."
He kisses you extremely nicely, cold hands aside. You take it for a pass, whether he thinks of it like that or not.
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more eddie and roan
#eddie and roan#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#fem!reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#dad!eddie munson
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[13:09]
PAIRING || Jeonghan x Female Reader
GENRES || Smut, Enemies To Lovers AU (kind of-)
WARNINGS || minors dni, sub!reader, dom!jeonghan, dacryphilia, pet names, slightly mean jeonghan but also soft jeonghan, begging [let me know if i missed anything pls]
WORD COUNT || 0.8k
A/N || yes this went completely against my principles because i never, NEVER write mean hannie (hes an angel okay???) but here we are....struggling to get rid of my writers block
TAGLIST || @hanicore @alyssng @winterbeartaehyungbestboy @toshijimafarms @weebotakuboy [if you want to be added to my taglist, fill in this form!]
“what was that, princess?” jeonghan asked, gently pinching the soft flesh of your ass. he felt you clench around his cock at the pet name, causing him to dig his nails into your hip even more as he pushed himself impossibly deeper inside you.
“‘m being a good girl.” you sniffled, your voice muffled by the pillow. you sounded so pathetic right now that he almost gave in to you, all judgements clouded by lust.
jeonghan wondered for a second if you had known that this was how things would have ended up as when the teacher had paired up him, the troublemaker of the class with you, the goody two shoes class topper. he knew you had always hated his guts and honestly, jeonghan wouldn’t have cared about it if he didn’t love riling you up that much.
“good girl? i don’t think good girls act so shamelessly, y/n.” he sneered, reaching down to pinch your hardened nipple. you let out another whimper, this time clutching the pillow as you screwed your eyes shut, tears streaming out.
“you okay?” he asked worriedly, scared all of a sudden that he had accidentally hurt you but when you nodded, he reverted back to his mean self. “i wish you could see yourself now. how opathetic you are. and all for me. the person you ‘hate’.”
and he really wished you could see what a pathetic mess you were. your hair was completely dishevelled and your lips were swollen as you drooled onto his pillow.
“p-please, hannie. will be good to you forever, promise.” you sobbed. oh. so it was hannie now, huh? a few minutes ago, he was nothing short of yoon jeonghan to you but now that you were reduced to nothing but a whimpering, blubbering mess, he was hannie?
“too bad i can’t really say no when you ask like that princess.” he muttered, before slowly moving his hips in and out of you. you moaned at the friction, arching your back a little as relief finally flooded into your throbbing cunt.
jeonghan himself had a hard time keeping control of himself and not just ramming into you. you were so, so wet for him, and so warm that he really couldn’t help himself when a few groans escaped his lips. the way your walls kept clenching around him erratically caused a coil to form in his stomach, tightening as your moans got louder.
“h-hannie.” you sobbed, nearly causing his hips to stutter by the sound of it. you felt so good, so good, he really didn’t want to stop, not when your pussy kept squeezing his cock so well each time he tried to pull out. it was like it didn’t want him to go, like you didn’t want him to go. “go faster, please.”
he didn’t need to be told a second time. reaching down, he wrapped his hand around your neck, giving it a light squeeze, before running his hand through your body to reach your clit, rubbing the swollen bud.
you let out a gasp at the action. “‘m close, so close hannie.” you muttered. he felt his balls clench at your words, the coil in his stomach threatening to snap too.
“what if i say no?” he said, all of a sudden amused by the idea of you begging. he really hadn’t ever thought of you begging but if you did, he was sure that was an image that was going to be burned in his head forever. “what if i say you can’t come? only good girls should get what they deserve, right?”
“no no no.” you choked. “i’ll-i’ll be better! i’ll be nicer to you too, hannie! i’ll be such a good girl that you’ll only want to fuck me everytime.”
that’s all it took to crumble his willpower. jeonghan accidentally pressed against your clit a bit too hard and he immediately felt you clamp around him tightly, a hot liquid coating his cock as the coil inside him snapped too, coating your insides with his warm seeds.
the exhaustion hit him almost immediately but he made sure not to collapse right on you, opting to lay down beside you instead, his soft member slipping out of you as he pulled you to his chest.
the room quieted down for a while, only filled with the sound of your ragged breathing as you tried to catch your breaths.
“the bed’s a mess.” he heard you say after some time, the disgust very evident in your voice. for some reason, it made him smile fondly as he once again remembered how much you usually hated him.
“that’s okay princess, we can clean it up after we shower.” he said, quickly pressing a kiss on the base of your neck.
you turned to him and frowned. “why does it sound like we are going to fuck there too?”
he pretended to look surprised. “what happened to hannie?” he asked, causing you to roll your eyes as you asked again. “why does it sound like we are going to have another round in the shower, hannie?”
“well,” he began, before pressing another kiss on your lips. “because you promised to be a good girl just for me, didn’t you?”
A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
© 𝐆𝐘𝐔-𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
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Mikaelson’s Party Pt.2
(Finally finished part 2. Sorry it took so long, I’m crossing my fingers that the third and last part will be done much quicker. I hope you enjoy the continuation of Human!Klaus and his Omega)
By the time the couple woke up again it was nearly noon and he was shocked, never sleeping that long but it seemed that having his Omega was comforting in every way, even enough to get some extra sleep. As Y/n rolled over and looked at her phone she suddenly sat up, startled by something and Klaus could feel it in his chest.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘It’s the afternoon! I didn’t think we would sleep that long! I need to go home, if I don’t take my suppressants every day at the same one he cycle gets fucked up. My scent will come back immediately! I have to go, I’m sorry-‘
‘Wait!’ He took her arm, stopping her from standing up.
‘Klaus! I’m late, I-‘
‘Don’t take it!’ He exclaimed and instantly felt bad about how it sounded a bit too much like an order. ‘I mean, I’m here now and…if I mark you, your scent will be mixed with mine. You won’t have to worry anymore-‘
‘But I’ll go into heat quickly, probably no more than 2 days.’ He considered this for a moment before smiling.
‘We can move into that house I told you about…we don’t have to take everything but it’s in perfect condition and I make sure someone keeps it clean, we can go now. We’ll have everything we need and complete privacy. I won’t let anyone harm you, I promise, you have nothing to worry about, your Alpha is gonna take care of you.’ He was nervous for a moment before he was suddenly overwhelmed with her excitement before she leapt into his arms and wrapped around him tightly.
‘I can make us a nest, a real one and a home, I’ll make it perfect! I promise, you’ll love it, it’ll be-‘
‘I believe you. I’ll buy you all the nesting materials you want. We can pack our things today and I’ll take you to go see it, we’ll make sure we have everything we need before your heat starts.’ Y/n kissed him softly and he could feel how much this all meant to her before he felt her hesitation again. ‘What is it?’
‘I…what are we gonna do, we’re both in school. I don’t know about you but I’m flat broke, my parents made me spend my money on getting a degree I never wanted because “Omegas don’t stay home anymore Y/F/n”.’ She imitated her parents in a sassy, teasing voice and he smiled.
‘The house is paid off, so is the car, and my father left me everything. Honestly I could probably live on it forever, but we’re definitely fine until I graduate…you can stay home if you want?’ He offered, hoping he wasn’t offending her. ‘I just mean if you don’t want to continue college, I want to take care of you, my love. If you want to get a job that’s fine, if you want to stay home and cook and clean, it’s all your choice. If you want to be a stay at home mom and have 2 or 5 or 17 little pups running around, your choice.’ She looked stunned as tears rose to her eyes.
‘You’re letting me choose? All that money for school and you don’t care if I just quit?’
‘Do you like it? Do you want to have a job that you go to everyday? Omegas can do whatever they want now a days but you don’t have to, I’ll take care of you if-‘ She cut him off as she jumped to press her lips to his roughly. ‘Well, I suppose we’ll have to withdrawal you from school then.’ He joked and she grinned, his hands holding her waist as he nuzzled into her neck, tempted to dig his fangs into her scent gland but resisting until she was ready, no matter how much strength it took. ‘You just relax love, I’ll get you some clothes while I pack.’
Klaus allowed her to rest in his bed, kissing her neck once more before jumping up and moving to grab his suit case and duffel bag from the closet, packing everything he owned that he would need.
He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He knew his father had left him everything for this exact purpose but when he read the will, he never in a million years believed it would happen. His family laughed at him for wanting his own Omega, not just Mikael but his siblings too, and now here he is taking care of his Omega. He would be the best Alpha that ever existed, he would make sure of it, but first he needed to get her somewhere safe before her heat starts and that means protecting her until they get there.
He packed his bags as quickly as he could, knowing much of his stuff was already there since that’s where he goes on weekends to be alone after school, only coming home when he needs to. ‘Come on Princess, let’s get to your dorm and get your things.’ She had put on one of his shirts and tied a pair of pajama pants around her waist to make her smell like him, and it comforted her to know that no one in that school would touch her with an Alphas scent this strong unless they were suicidal.
He refused to let her help him carry his things other than a few of the canvas’ he still had here and he ignored his hung over siblings as they questioned him on the way out. Klaus piled up his bags and lifted his Omega into the truck he had inherited from his father (one that came in very handy for whenever he took place in an art show and needed to carefully transport his pieces) before driving towards the school. He found himself rushing there, giddy on the inside at the idea of taking his Omega home and making her happy. He knew she would love the bed, it was a soft, giant California King with a memory foam mattress and he had to admit, the Alpha in him had been shopping for his future Omega when he picked it, and though it had felt a bit stupid then, he was glad for it now.
Klaus lifted her back out of the truck and didn’t want to take his hands off of her, so he didn’t as he kept his arm around her shoulders and held her close. ‘You’ll have to stand outside the doorway, I bunk with another Omega and since we’re not fully mated I can’t let you into her room.’
‘I understand, I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As long as I can see you, it’s alright.’ Klaus wouldn’t want to make another Omega scared for no reason and having a strange Alpha in your room, near your nest, he’s sure it would be very jarring to her. She quickly unlocked her door and he leaned on the doorframe as she walked in. It was a large dorm room and he could see her room mate in her nest with her headphones on and he looked away quickly, not knowing how she would feel about her nest while he’s here.
‘I should just take everything, shouldn’t I?’ Y/n asked him and he nodded. ‘Okay. That’s easy…should I bring my nest or do you want to get new stuff?’ She was packing all of her clothes into a suitcase as she asked, along with her electronics to keep them from breaking.
‘If there’s some of it you don’t want to lose then yes, bring it. However I will get you whatever you want for our nest Princess, we can do that on the way home if you want so you won’t need to go out again?’ He offered and she grinned, clearly excited about that.
‘Are you going somewhere with him?’ Another voice suddenly spoke and Klaus realized it was her room mate.
‘I’m moving in with my Alpha, yes. Go back to your studying.’ Y/n rolled her eyes and he wondered why she didn’t seem to like her room mate as she moved both suitcases out to him before packing the rest of her things in a backpack.
‘You’re just leaving? What will your parents say?’ She questioned, condescendingly and he didn’t like it. He wanted to smack this girl for speaking to his Omega that way.
‘Nothing, because they don’t know and they won’t until I’m already mated and dropped out. Keep your nose out of my business.’ Y/n warned, clearly angered by this girl.
‘Your mother won’t be happy. Another Omega just giving herself over to an Alpha to control and use as he wants, and you’re just allowing it with no fight?’ Her roommate seemed to be one of those pretentious Omegas that believed if you weren’t actively trying to become a CEO with just as much power as an Alpha and keeping your womb empty that you were a waste of space as an Omega.
‘I don’t want to fight. I never wanted this, I’m perfectly happy where I am, thank you-‘
‘And you? You’re okay with just ruining her future? Using her as a house slave and a baby maker, something to fuck whenever you please with no regard for her-‘ Suddenly Y/n had her hand around her roommates throat and she was baring her fangs in her face.
‘Don’t you ever address my Alpha like that again, do you understand me?! He’s Mine! And if I want to be his Omega and make my Alpha happy then that’s my choice, if you don’t want that, it’s your choice! It shouldn’t matter what I want as long as it’s my choice to make, I never wanted to be like you. So you go ahead, call my parents and tattle on me, maybe you can be their new daughter, Lord knows they would have been proud to have you.’ She released the girl and Klaus sighed in relief. ‘If you so much as look at him again, I will claw your eyes out.’
Her roommate was terrified. She was a pompous asshole, but also an Omega that banked on no one being willing to physically assault an Omega. ‘Let’s go Princess, do you have everything?’
‘Yeah, we can go.’ She grabbed a comforter before exiting the room and allowing Klaus to grab all of her bags and escort her back to the truck where he packed everything. They made a quick stop at the admin office so that she could willingly drop out before Klaus was helping her back into the truck and beginning the 30 minute drive to his house…their house. ‘Damn!’ She cursed as her phone started to ring and Klaus held her hand as he continued driving.
‘What is it?’
‘My mother. Danielle would have called her, they get along great. My mom doesn’t think Omegas should give into their instincts to submit to an Alpha, she believes they should all go to school and get jobs and strive to show people that Omegas are more than human fuck dolls. She was always disgusted with the fact that I wanted to have a family with my Alpha and take care of our pups.’ Klaus listened carefully, hating how miserable his girl sounded.
‘I guess that’s a negative on her liking me then?’ Y/n snorted and he felt happy that he could make her laugh right now. ‘Are you going to answer?’ He asked but she shook her head as the phone stopped. ‘Okay, it’s your choice Princess. The house is a 10 minute drive up the mountains, so we should stop here and get the nesting supplies you want. It’s a great store for that, I got all the bedding from here and I know you’re going to love the bed.’
‘I can fix it, right?’
‘Of course. It’s all yours, take everything off and start fresh, we’ll get new sheets if you’d like. Anything you want, it’s yours. Well stop at that grocery store quickly after so that I can get some stuff to make dinner. We can do an online order after that and have it delivered so we can be quick.’ He parked outside the store and Y/n waited until he came around to help her out, seemingly knowing that’s what he wanted and it made Klaus smile as he set her on her feet.
‘What?’
‘Nothing. I just love you so much already…you’re perfect.’ Her cheeks tinted a dark pink and he pulled her close, nuzzling into her hair.
‘You are too, perfect Alpha. You’re everything I ever wanted and I love you. Gonna make you so happy Alpha, I promise.’ Her fingers tucked under his shirt and touched his warm skin, trailing up his back which he quickly pulled away from.
‘You already have baby, but you need to stop that or this parking lot is going to get a show.’ She giggled, taking his hand and pulling him to the store, starting in the pillow section. She ended up getting 8 of the softest pillows he’s ever felt, along with 2 body pillows and dark grey bamboo pillow cases. ‘Why not silk?’ He wondered, knowing most women would pick that.
‘Silk is great for your hair, helps it not get knotted when you’re asleep but it’s an awful feeling in heat, it doesn’t mix well with sweat when your overwhelmed and overstimulated. My mom always insisted on silk and it made my heats worse since she refused to let me choose my own bedding when I suffered through my first few heats. My mother is a control freak if you can’t tell, which is why I try very hard not to be…except about this. I need to control this.’ He could tell she was nervous about that explanation and he moved to hold her to him once again.
‘I will never argue over the nesting materials. I may ask questions, but the choice is yours. I know many Omegas have tactile issues with materials, I don’t, there is nothing for you to worry about. Alright?’ She nodded, kissing him quickly.
‘Thank you Nik. I really appreciate it.’ He went back to pushing the cart as she grabbed a set of matching sheets.
‘We should grab a few of those. I may be changing the sheets multiple times while you’re in heat, it’s better to have back ups.’ He grabbed 2 more and was quickly amused as he watched his Omega feeling all the blankets and choosing ones that were correct, making grossed out faces as she felt materials she hated. She had chosen 2 black oversized throw blankets that was a faux fur texture. He had to admit it felt like real fur with how soft it was and he knew those would be her favorites to snuggle up in, grabbing a third just to keep in the hall closet in case. He watched her pick 2 comforters and about 10 more blankets before declaring that she was finished, Klaus quickly adding a weighted blanket to the mix, hoping that it would make his Omega comfortable while he was in school if she ever needed it.
He didn’t allow her to see the total at checkout since he knew she would become anxious and he quickly packed everything into the trunk before escorting her into the grocery store. They grabbed a few things they could cook for meals as well as a bunch of drinks (Klaus insisting she get several kinds of juice she liked as well as water to stay hydrated during her heat) and more snacks than he thinks they could eat in a week. He is very wrong as he’s never seen an Omega during her heat…or after.
His Omega enjoyed the drive up into the mountains towards their house, happily watching the trees go by and clearly loving the tranquility. They had just finished bringing everything inside, Y/n becoming obsessed with the bed, when her phone rang again. She looked up at him as he was opening the sheets and blankets, getting them ready to get washed before they could build the nest.
‘It’s your choice Princess, but you’ll need to do it eventually just like I will. It’ll take longer for my family to notice though.’ He joked but she didn’t smile before answering the phone and putting it on speaker.
‘Hey mom.’ She greeted and she was instantly met with a shrill voice.
‘Don’t you “hey mom” me! Danielle called! She says you’ve found your Alpha, is that true?!’ The older women demanded.
‘Yes mom, it’s true. I’ve found him and he’s wonderful, I really like him-‘
‘You think I care about that?! Y/F/n, you will reject that man right now and get your ass back to school! You have a test to study for!’ Klaus’ eyes widened as he heard how her mother was talking to her, forcing her to reject her mate? That’s cruel, not to mention illegal, you can’t force anyone to reject a mate, let alone an Omega!
‘Mom, I’m not rejecting him. I’m moving in with him, we want to start a life together-‘
‘I will Not have it! I didn’t put all the effort and energy into raising you for you to become a weak, subservient Omega! Get your ass back to school or I will come and make you myself.’ Klaus could see the tears in her eyes and he moved to hold her to his chest as she was unable to hold it in anymore. ‘Oh, stop your crying! Those fake tears didn’t work when you were a child and they won’t work now-‘
‘Enough!’ Klaus shouted, not willing to listen anymore. ‘They’re not fake tears, they’re very real! An Omegas hormones are different than yours so don’t you dare pretend you understand how she feels, especially when her mother is belittling her as if she and her opinions mean nothing! You will Never speak to her like that again!’
Her mother didn’t respond right away, seemingly shocked that someone spoke up. ‘Y/n, how dare you allow him to speak to me that way, you will get away from that man right now-‘
‘No she won’t. She wants to be here, and I know that because I asked her! I made sure that being with me and moving in with me was what she wanted before I forced her into something that made her miserable, unlike you. If she didn’t want me I would have accepted that rejection but thank God I don’t need to.’ He muted the phone quickly and looked at Y/n who was sobbing into his shirt. ‘Do you want me to take care of this, if you don’t, tell me now.’ She nodded quickly into his chest.
‘Please? I can’t, Please Alpha?’ He nodded his head, kissing her hairline and allowing her to continue clinging to him.
‘I will call the police! Put out a missing persons report and-‘
‘You’re welcome to if you must, however I will just take her to the station and explain that her insane, controlling, batshit crazy mother is trying to force her to reject her Alpha because she wants to live vicariously through her Omega child. Y/n is an adult and you cannot control her anymore and as soon as the police find out she’s not missing and you know it, you’ll be charged for filing a false police report, and if you keep it up after that, then we will get a restraining order. You will never speak to my Omega like that again, I will not allow anyone to treat her like that. She is a Princess and she doesn’t deserve it! She has dropped out of school, school that she paid for herself and I will be paying off the loans so don’t you worry about that, you won’t be inconvenienced again. Y/n has moved in with me, stopped her suppressants and we are planning to start a family, if you and your husband want to be a part of that then I will await your apology to my girl, an apology she will receive if you want to ever meet your grand kids. Until then, don’t you ever call this number again.’ With that, Klaus quickly hung up and turned the phone off, holding his Omega to him tighter.
‘Thank you! I’m so sorry, I didn’t-‘
‘No apologies from anyone but her my love. You’ve done nothing wrong. She should never speak to you like that and I promise she never will again. You’re safe Baby.’ Her sniffles came to a stop as he kissed her before having her help him do the laundry to take her mind off of it. They washed all of the bedding they had gotten, unpacking their things in the bedroom and closet and making a list together of all of the things they would need to get, making them both feel like a real married couple already which they couldn’t help but laugh at.
His Omega settled into their nest as soon as everything was washed, fixing it so delicately that he couldn’t look away, it was fascinating to watch. Like an artist sculpting something unique out of clay and while Klaus had never seen another couples nest before, it’s considered rude, he knew that his Omegas was truly unique. He waited until she pulled him into it before snuggling up and napping with his girl, waking up just in time to make dinner and spend the evening on a movie marathon.
Klaus realized as they settled down for the evening in their nest that he wouldn’t be going anywhere for the next few days, able to smell the change in his Omegas scent already. It’s not often that an Omegas heat starts this quickly after meeting their Alpha but if nothing else, they had proved that their bond was quite strong. He sent a message to their school and informed them that he wouldn’t be there this week and he also sent one to Elijah to ensure none of his siblings came to the house to see him upon realizing he was gone as they had many times before. He knew Y/n would be needy and too desperate to care much about who was around and he couldn’t even imagine how possessive he would be while his Omega is in heat.
God forbid anyone visit while he’s tending to her, he can’t begin to imagine how badly that would end…
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Hello! I saw you wrote my request. 🥰 Thanks so much. Could I request another one? This one is a bit angsty: 29 & 30 with Wrecker x Fem reader. I’m wondering if this could be a challenge bc I just don’t see Wrecker getting into an argument with his s/o. Maybe his brothers, but not his girl.
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Aw man, you're killing me with the Wrecker angst here, my friend 😜 But alas, here it is!!
"Not Ready"
29. "Shut up!"/"Make me!"
30. "Don't walk away from me!"
Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader
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"What were you thinking? I told you, you weren't ready!"
After just narrowly finishing a mission, you found yourself being reprimanded by Wrecker. Lately, he'd been teaching you how to disarm explosives and you'd come across one on the mission that you honestly thought you could disable on your own, even though Wrecker had warned you against it saying you weren't quite ready yet. You thought you'd had it, but things had gone wrong and you'd made the countdown go faster. Wrecker had to quickly grab you and rush you to safety just before it exploded. Luckily, you and the rest of the squad had made it out okay with the intel you needed and you were on your way back to the Marauder...but Wrecker was definitely not happy with you at the moment and neither were you.
"And I told you, I had it handled!" you said frustratedly back to him, stopping to turn back and face him.
"Which is why the countdown started speeding up?" he asked back.
"Okay, that was one mistake," you spat back.
"One that almost cost you your life," he responded.
It was then Echo came between you two and said, "Look, that's enough. We still got out of there with what we needed."
"We wouldn't have had I not stepped in. Her not listening to me could've ruined the whole mission," Wrecker stated, growing increasingly mad.
"Ugh, shut up!" you shouted, getting angry.
Then he bellowed back at you, louder than you'd ever heard from him before, "Make me!"
The booming volume of his voice startled you and you instinctively took a step back, your eyes widening at how almost frightening he sounded. Wrecker had never yelled at you or even raised his voice at you like that. It scared you and that's what hurt even more. You weren't scared of Wrecker; you knew he would never hurt anyone. His heart was too good for that. This, however...it was different and you hated how it made you feel. Tears sprang to your eyes and, taken aback by the whole thing, you whipped around and sprinted away from the group in a different direction, hearing the others calling after you.
Wrecker realized too late what he had done just before you ran off. His face fell and his heart dropped at seeing how frightened you were. He hadn't meant to yell like that, but he had just gotten so frustrated...now he deeply regretted it.
"You shouldn't have yelled at her like that, Wrecker," Hunter lightly scolded him.
"I know," Wrecker replied sadly. "I don't know what came over me."
"You need to talk to her and apologize," Hunter told him.
Wrecker simply nodded and ran off in the direction you had gone.
You had stopped to quickly catch your breath and wipe the tears away from your eyes when you heard Wrecker's thunderous footsteps coming. You figured he had followed after you to just yell at you some more, so you went to move away.
"Wait, don't!" he cried out, making you halt. Then you heard his voice tremble slightly as he pleaded, "Please don't...don't walk away from me."
You turned over your shoulder and saw Wrecker standing just a few feet away, a look of regret on his face.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have yelled at you or said all those things. I care about you a lot and...I got worried when that bomb nearly killed you. That's why I want to make sure you're fully ready when it comes to explosives...and I'd hoped you would trust me when it came to them."
You hung your head in shame. He was right. He was the demolitions expert for a reason. "You're right. I should've trusted you," you admitted. "I just...really thought I was ready and wanted to impress you."
He walked over and put his hands on your shoulders. "You have impressed me with how quickly you're learning," he said to raise your spirits. "But if you jump the gun too quickly with explosives, things could end badly. That's why you have to be extra careful. You got it?"
"Yeah...I do," you replied. "I'm sorry and I'll be sure to listen to you better in the future."
"And I'll be sure to not get too worked up if things go wrong," he promised. "I'm just afraid of losing you."
You reached up and laid a hand on his cheek. "It'll take a lot more than a bomb for you to ever lose me. You can count on that."
With a comforted smile, he wrapped you up in his strong and warm embrace, just happy to have you there in the first place.
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Well, here we are. The end of this little series. This took me a lot longer to finish than I originally planned, and I apologize for that. I hope the tooth rotting fluff makes up for it.
Warnings: Fluff, cavity inducing sweetness, Feels, idiots in love, piv sex, dirty talk, and they lived happily ever after.
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Soap and Ghost made it back to the 141 safely, and Price congratulated them on a job well done.
Life moved on. There was always another op.
But Soap kept thinking back to that op. To their little waitress.
And she most certainly was theirs, now. Just thinking about the way she'd whimpered under him was enough to get Soap riled up.
Soap texted her as often as he could, which was almost daily. Ghost, he knew, didn't text nearly as much.
But when he did… well. When Ghost wanted to, he was a right bastard.
Like the time he sent their waitress an audio recording of the two of them. That was well worth it.
Of course, it wasn't just audio recordings and the occasional video call.
Soap managed to detour to see their waitress for half a day on the way back from an op. Ghost, lucky bastard, had an entirely accidental two day layover, most of which was spent in her bed. And that wasn't all of it - the two found themselves stopping by to see her as often as possible.
It wasn't until Soap and Ghost had leave together and arranged to go see her again for a whole week that either of them thought more of it.
"Hey, Si?"
Simon grunted, cracking open one eye above his plain medical mask. That was the more plane-friendly look.
"Think we're a bit looney."
Simon barked a laugh, closing his eyes again. "Just now figuring that out?" He drawled, amused.
Johnny huffed with quiet laughter. "Maybe," he admitted. Simon's lack of distress helped put him at ease, though.
Soon, they'd be off the plane. And then they could surprise their pretty little waitress.
They had a lot of ideas they wanted to try out, after all.
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You'd had an awful day. An opening shift rife with assholes and a few too many pinches. You were tired, achey, aggravated.
Honestly, you wanted to go home and cry and ignore the rest of the world for a while.
So when your phone rang, you almost ignored it without even checking it. Almost.
“Johnny?” you scrambled to answer it as soon as you saw who was calling. “What’s up?”
“Got a bit of a surprise for ye, gorgeous.” Johnny sounded far too pleased.
“Yeah?” You dodged an idiot who wasn’t watching where he was going, huffing softly. “And what’s that?”
“You at home?”
You didn’t quite startle at the question, but you did pause. “Not yet,” you said slowly. “Heading there, though. What did you do?”
Johnny laughed. “So little faith! It’s a good thing, promise.”
You shook your head. “Alright, if you say so. Do I need to check my mailbox or something?”
“Not exactly,” he hedged. “Ye’ll see soon, promise.”
You sighed but gave up. “Alright, sure. I need to go, it’s crowded out here today.”
“Okay. Get home safe.” Johnny paused there for a moment, like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t.
“Will do,” you agreed and hung up. A little abrupt, maybe, but you were tired. You didn’t have your normal energy for his silliness.
The walk home was too loud and too crowded, with people jostling into you. You were so tired and so done you wanted to cry by the time you finally got into the elevator.
The elevator opened onto your floor and you got three trudging steps off before you halted.
Johnny and Simon stood outside your door, facing you. Johnny was grinning, bright and a little mischievous.
You didn't let them say anything. You just walked straight into Johnny, winding your arms around him and hiding your face against his chest.
"Hey, gorgeous," Johnny cooed, one big hand rubbing your back soothingly. "Happy to see us?"
"Yeah," you agreed softly. "Also fucking tired."
"Long day?" His voice softened with sympathy.
Your laugh was dry and a little too close to tears. "Could say that."
Johnny hummed in wordless concern, holding you closer and pressing his cheek to the top of your head. "Poor gorgeous," he murmured. "C'mon, let's head inside, aye?"
You breathed in deep and let go of him, grabbing your keys. Simon plucked them from you, and you blinked. But moments later you were all inside.
Simon guided you to the couch and pushed you down to sit. You blinked at him, startled. He just motioned you to wait while he brought water.
"What's goin' on?" Johnny dropped down next to you, pulling you into his side with an arm around your shoulders.
You blew out a breath, shoulders dropping. "Just life stuff," you dismissed, or tried to. "Nothing like your shit." They'd told you some, a little, mostly that they were military and had unpredictable schedules. You didn't blame them, not at all, and it explained the odd absences.
"Tell us anyway." Johnny gave you a gentle little shake, eyes warm and focused on you.
Simon dropped down on your other side, setting water on the table in front of you, leaving you nowhere to run. Of course. These two were practiced, moving in an easy tandem in and out of the bedroom. Which they often used against you. Like right now.
You huffed, half exasperated and half amused. "Just. Work sucked today. Few too many shitty people."
"And?" Simon drawled, knowing that wasn't the end of it. You'd ranted to him about work and handsy guys before.
"And my rent is going up," you finally admitted on a sigh. "It's just enough that I'm thinking of moving or downgrading."
Johnny hummed soft sympathy, pulling you closer. "Job hunt hasn't turned up anything?"
"Not yet." You made a face. "It's just frustrating, that's all. I'll get through it."
"We'll come back to that." Johnny pressed a kiss to the side of your head, easy and affectionate as ever. "What's yer schedule, gorgeous?"
You blinked, thrown off a bit by the question. "Tomorrow I'm off, the next two days I have closing shifts, then two mid shifts, then two more days off," you said after a moment of thought. "Not sure beyond that. Why?"
"Well, we've got a week," Johnny said, grinning at you. "Was hopin' to spend a good bit of that with ye."
"You… are far too sweet." You smiled, relaxing between the two of them. "Next you're gonna say you've got a better idea about my job and apartment situation."
Silence. Damning silence. You turned slowly to look at Johnny, who was busy looking anywhere but you. Simon scoffed softly.
"You'd think he'd have learned to lie by now," Simon added conversationally, one big hand landing on your thigh.
"Ah can lie!" Johnny immediately defended himself. "Just. Not to. Well. The two o' ye."
Your heart swelled at being so blatantly lumped in with Simon, your shock plain to see. Oh, sure, you knew these two liked you - they kept visiting you, after all.
But this was something totally different.
"Nope," you decided. "We are tabling that because I cannot be a rational person right now."
Simon leaned closer to your back, his bulk bleeding warmth into the scant space between you. "Don't be rational, then," he murmured. "What're you thinking, dove?"
"Very non-feminist thoughts," you drawled, shivering briefly as Simon pressed even closer.
"Tell us." Simon scooted forward, slowly but inexorably pressing you closer to Johnny, who looked more than willing.
You groaned softly. Simon had a way of getting you to admit to things you wouldn't otherwise, something you both loved and hated. "Really?"
"Be a good girl for me." He was so close now you could feel his mask just brush the shell of your ear.
"Not fair," you complained weakly, swallowing hard. But Simon squeezed your thigh and you folded. "I was thinking I'd let you both whisk me away anywhere you wanted." You ducked your head to hide in Johnny's chest, flustered.
"There's our sweet girl," Johnny cooed, immediately pulling you closer, until you were sort of situated on his lap.
"We'll discuss that tomorrow," Simon murmured, pressing in against your back again until you were sandwiched in warmth. "We have time."
You huffed but didn't object, just relaxing between them. You were warm, you were tired, and they were very comforting. Honestly, you were tempted to just sleep between them.
"Have you eaten yet?" Simon asked, thumb rubbing your thigh slowly.
"No," you admitted, grumpy because you knew that meant he'd move.
Simon huffed a little laugh. At your attitude, undoubtedly. "We'll take care of dinner," he assured you. "You want anything in particular?"
"Don't really care," you admitted, covering his hand with yours to link your fingers through his.
"Don't fall asleep on us yet, gorgeous," Johnny huffed with amusement.
"Shut up," you grumbled, nestling in closer and relaxing. "Comfortable."
They both laughed quietly, but neither of them moved, letting you soak in the comfort you so needed.
If they kept this up, you'd do anything for them.
Finally, you released them both and squirmed away, because otherwise you really would fall asleep. And that would be bad.
Simon took charge of dinner, as promised, and you didn't have to do a thing. Johnny "helped" you change into more comfortable clothes (here meaning he shamelessly ogled you and got a little hands-on but you didn't let him totally derail you).
Simon even folded his mask up just over his nose to eat with you and Johnny, which was still new enough to be thrilling, even though it wasn't the first time.
It was very comfortable, being so domestic with them. It really was strange - you hadn't known them long, not in the overall scheme of things, but you were so comfortable with them.
Sometimes you wondered about impossible things. Dinners at dining tables and breakfasts in bed and exhausting yourself with the two of them.
"Gorgeous?" Johnny touched your hand, frowning a little.
You blinked rapidly and looked at him. "Hm?"
"Where'd ye go?" He gently closed his fingers over your hand, ducking his head a little to hold your gaze.
You smiled and shook your head. "Just thinking. Sorry. Been a long day."
The two exchanged a quick look, a world of communication in that one look. It almost made you ache to think about how long they'd been together, to have such wordless communication.
"Do ye want us here tonight?" Johnny asked, squeezing your hand gently. "Or should we go back to our hotel?"
"Stay." Your heart lurched. You'd blurted that out too fast, too earnest. Revealed too much.
But Johnny just grinned, like he'd been hoping for that. Even Simon quirked a half smile.
"Good!" Johnny leaned close to smack an intentionally loud kiss to your cheek, just to make you laugh. "Wanna watch a movie?"
And back you settled into the simple domestic bliss, letting them squish you between them on your couch, laughing at their antics, comforted by their warmth. Neither one made a move for more, both accepting easy kisses from you.
It didn't occur to you until you were settled in bed between them, Johnny already clinging to your front while Simon curled like a shield between your back and the rest of the world, that you'd do anything to keep this.
Simon was already up when you woke, Johnny taking a well-deserved lie-in with you. Breakfast was easy, relaxed.
But you remembered the promise to talk about your current situation today. Honestly, you'd rather get it over with sooner than later, or your anxiety would be out of control.
"So," you started as you washed the dishes. Johnny was drying while Simon put everything away. (And the fact that he knew without having to ask inspired feelings that you tucked away to be examined later.) "Sounded like you two had a plan for dealing with my woes."
Johnny snorted. "Something like that," he agreed.
"Had an idea," Simon corrected without looking at either of you.
"Alright, let's hear it." You glanced at them both, undeniably curious.
Johnny breathed in slowly. "Well," he started slowly. "Was thinkin' we could help ye find a place. Closer to us. If ye wanted."
"Closer to you?" You looked between the two, the dish in your hands all but forgotten. "Like, England?"
"If you want." Simon spoke quietly, finally looking at you, gaze assessing.
You nodded slowly, letting the idea sit as you scrubbed at a pan. That would be a big move for you. Very different. You didn't even know if you'd be able to find a job there, or how you'd find a job. How expensive would it be to move?
Although, really, considering how you felt about these two… maybe it was time to have another talk, too.
"I have questions first."
"'Course," Johnny murmured, his foot nudging into yours as he looked at you earnestly.
You licked your lips, debating how to proceed. Because, really, you were pretty sure you could figure out the rest of it, depending on one factor.
"Why?" You handed off the pan to Johnny and grabbed an extra towel to dry your hands. "Is this just, like, a convenience thing for you two? Or is this something more?"
Johnny blew out a breath. "Cut right to the heart of things," he muttered, a little wry. "It's not for convenience."
You didn't move, still watching him, towel held tightly in your hands, all but forgotten. "Johnny, please."
Johnny dropped his head for a moment before glancing at Simon. Simon shook his head a little, just once. Johnny swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and then nodded.
"Truth is, gorgeous, we wanna see ye more. All the time, if we could. We like ye. More'n we should, prob'ly. And…"
You breathed in slowly, leaning closer to him. "Johnny."
He blinked at you, setting the pan down.
"You're absolutely daft if you think I'd have let you both keep coming back if I didn't care for you deeply already." You quirked a little smile, the words coming easier now that you'd seen him near fumbling his own words.
Johnny blinked and slowly lit up, stepping right into your space. "Yeah?"
"Yes," you confirmed, amused. "Honestly. Simon knew, didn't you?"
But when you looked at him, Simon simply looked away.
You blinked, flabbergasted, jaw dropping. And then you started laughing, completely unable to stop yourself. At the near-twin disgruntled looks, you flapped a hand, trying to stifle your laughter long enough to explain.
"I've been completely gone on you two for months," you managed. "And none of us was smart enough to know it." You promptly devolved again, hand over your mouth.
They both froze completely, going quite still. Then Johnny grabbed you with a laugh, yanking your hands away from your face to kiss you thoroughly. No sooner had he released you than Simon grabbed you, mask pulled up so he could kiss the breath out of you.
Panting, you finally pulled away from him too, looking at the both of them as the enormity of what you'd said and how they'd reacted hit you.
Clearly you weren't the only one attached here.
You curled a hand into Simon's shirt, your free hand taking Johnny's wrist as you towed them both to the couch. (Only because they let you but you'd take it.)
"Tell me more about your idea." You pushed Simon down to sit on the couch and settled yourself in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Johnny pressed up against your back, hands at your hips.
"We'd help ye find a job," Johnny murmured into your ear, squeezing your hips. "Get ye all settled."
"Doesn't have to be a flat," Simon rumbled, hands big and warm on your sides, thumbs rubbing the skin just under your breasts.
"Could do a house," Johnny agreed immediately, nipping the shell of your ear. "Big enough for the three of us."
You sucked in a breath, biting your lip. Oh now that was temptation. "Somewhere to stay during your time off?" You rolled your hips down into Simon's lap and grinned when his grip immediately tightened on you.
"And someone to come home to." Johnny bit your neck gently, humming in satisfaction at your little noise.
"Fuck." You rolled your hips again, biting your lip. "If you're not serious about this–"
"We are." Simon bumped his hips up into yours, letting you feel the growing hardness there. "Very serious."
"Give us the word, and we'll do it." Johnny nipped down your neck to your shoulder, hands still on your hips moving you to a slow, steady rhythm against Simon.
You shuddered, grinding down harder. "Let's do it," you agreed, a little breathless. "Please."
Johnny groaned softly and pressed you down harder into Simon, biting down gently on the back of your shoulder. Simon rucked your sleep shirt up and quickly pulled it off, his hands settling against your skin.
Any other time, you might tease them about how fast clothes vanished, but right now? You didn’t say a word. Partially because Johnny had tipped your head back to kiss you while Simon took over guiding your hips against his, the feeling more intense now without barriers between you two.
“Johnny,” Simon grunted, fingers tightening.
Johnny hummed into the kiss before he pulled back, eyes already gone dark with desire. “Mm?”
“Duffel bag,” was all Simon said, but Johnny seemed to understand, because he disentangled himself and stepped away.
“Really?” you half-whined, pouting at Simon. You’d been enjoying being between the two of them, dammit.
Simon had the gall to chuckle at you, one hand cupping your cheek and bringing you closer. “Just getting some supplies,” he murmured, soft and soothing. “Won’t take him a minute, dove.”
He was proven right by Johnny coming up behind you again, pressing his front to your back and dropping a condom into Simon’s hand. You warmed and ducked your head, a little embarrassed you’d forgotten about that.
“C’mere, gorgeous,” Johnny cooed in your ear, arms wrapping tight around your waist and pulling you back into his warmth. And subsequently giving Simon the space he needed to put on the condom. “Gonna let me fuck ye after, gorgeous?”
“You want to?” You didn’t look away from Simon, though, watching his hands settle on your thighs.
“Oh, aye,” Johnny agreed, low and rough. “Very much.”
You hummed softly, running your fingers over his arm still around your waist. “After, then.”
Johnny nipped the back of your shoulder and moved the two of you forward, guiding your hips up. Simon simply watched, one big hand on your thigh.
“Ready for me, dove?” Simon watched you closely, fingers rubbing against your skin.
“More than.” You started to sink down slowly, only for Johnny to tsk and guide you, controlling the pace. You swallowed hard, not entirely sure why that was so exciting… but it very much was.
“Look at you, gorgeous,” Johnny murmured once you were settled fully against Simon’s lap, hands clenched on his shoulders. “So pretty for us.”
You huffed softly at him, wiggling a little, getting used to the stretch of Simon in you. His hands smoothed up your sides to your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples.
When you moved, Johnny quickly took control again, hands moving you to a rhythm he liked. Simon seemed content to let Johnny move you, head tilted back against the couch as he watched you with dark eyes, still gently teasing you. Heat built between the three of you, and you tipped your head back onto Johnny’s shoulder.
“Johnny…” You whined, just a little, trying to move faster. Johnny didn’t allow you.
“Hm? Somethin’ ye want, gorgeous?” he teased, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
“More? Please?” Your breath caught in your throat when he bit down gently, hands tightening on you.
“What d’ye think, Si?” Johnny asked, low and teasing. “Think she’s earned it?”
“Johnny,” Simon growled, hips finally stuttering up into yours, “if you don’t, I will. And I’ll keep her.”
Johnny laughed quietly but moved you faster, until you were gasping and shivering between the two. Your hands roamed restlessly over Simon, trying to make him feel as good as you felt. Your thighs trembled, back arching.
A second set of hands joined Johnny’s at your hips, their fingers intertwining, before Simon tightened his grip and held you still. You lifted your head, confused, only for him to lift his hips up into you instead. Your lips parted, jaw dropping, eyes going hazy with pleasure.
“C’mon, gorgeous,” Johnny goaded softly in your ear. “Make a mess of him for me.”
A few more hard thrusts from Simon and you did just that, whimpering through the rolling pleasure of your orgasm.
Simon didn’t even slow down, fingers tight on your hips, chasing his own pleasure now. Your overstimulated whines only spurred him on until you leaned forward, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
And bit down.
He swore as he came, hips stuttering, grip almost punishingly tight. He finally stilled against you, grip slowly relaxing.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Johnny murmured, carefully moving one hand to rub a hand up and down your back. “Both of ye.”
You huffed against Simon’s neck, an action he mirrored. You grinned, amused, and relaxed between the two for the moment.
“Still alright, gorgeous?” Johnny asked after a few moments, hand lingering at the nape of your neck.
“Haven’t forgotten you,” you assured him, sitting up again, despite the way your legs shook. “How do you…?”
Simon hummed softly, moving slowly to give you time to move with him. He situated himself longways on the couch, your knees on either side of him, one of his legs on the floor to make more room.
“I’ve got you, dove,” he murmured, taking hold of your hands and linking your fingers together. The couch dipped behind you as Johnny moved too, giving your back one more soothing stroke before there was a rip of foil.
“Could get used to this,” Johnny murmured, only half-teasing, pressing against your back. “Quite a view from here.”
“I’m sure you’ll get to see more like it,” you agreed. “After we figure out the move.”
Johnny groaned softly at the reminder. “Fuckin’ temptress, you are,” he muttered, one hand on your hip holding you steady as he slid into you. He wasn’t quite the same stretch as Simon, but he still felt divine.
He didn’t give you slow, though. He started moving hard, startling a little yelp out of you.
“Easy, dove,” Simon murmured, sweet in contrast to Johnny. “Hold on to me, yeah?”
You could do nothing but obey, holding tight to Simon’s hands even as Johnny slid one hand up to your back to the nape of your neck, gently pushing you down until your chest pressed to Simon’s.
“Doin’ so well, dove,” Simon rumbled, squeezing your hands gently. “He feel good?”
“Yes,” you managed on a gasp, as Johnny drove harder into you, hitting somehow deeper. “Fuck!”
Johnny groaned, hand squeezing your nape. “Beautiful,” he muttered again, almost worshipful. “What d’ye need, gorgeous?”
You nearly choked when Johnny did something that hit a spot that sent sparks all through you. And then he hit it again. And again. Until you needed Simon’s support, moving as best you could with Johnny, making too many noises. Johnny was little better behind you, swearing softly but vehemently.
“Close, dove?” Simon asked, eyes bright as he watched you. “Need a little more, hm?” He released one hand, sliding it down between the two of you. Two gentle fingers circled your clit and you whined, shaking. “Good fucking girl.”
You were gone. That was all it took. You shook apart between the two of them, briefly unaware of anything beyond the burning, rolling pleasure.
You slumped fully against Simon, panting, shivering still. Johnny followed close behind you, muffling his whines against the back of your shoulder, hips pressed flush to yours. He didn’t back off when he was done, staying pressed against you so the three of you were a sweaty heap.
“Up, Johnny,” Simon finally ordered, both hands now soothing up and down your sides.
Johnny groaned theatrically but got up, pressing one last kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Think you can get up?” Simon asked softly. “Or do you need a minute longer?”
You puffed out your cheeks. “Let’s find out.” You stood carefully, letting him hold one of your hands to help keep you steady. Your knees wobbled but held, at least long enough to get you to the bathroom.
Simon herded you back to bed, where water waited for all three of you, a laptop already set up with a movie. You smiled, both touched and amused at his thoughtfulness.
“I vote we do nothing the rest of the day,” you muttered, crawling into bed.
“Nothing?” Johnny asked, moving over you to box you between himself and Simon. “At all?” He pouted at you, over the top.
“Well, maybe a little something,” you gave in with an easy grin, cuddling between the two of them. “After we’ve rehydrated a bit.”
“Smart woman.” Simon settled against you, relaxed. “We’ve still got days, dove.”
The reminder made you smile, an entirely different kind of warmth bubbling away in your chest. “Yes, we do.”
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Johnny stood at the end of the terminal, anxiously shifting his weight from foot to foot. Next to him, Simon was still as stone, gaze fixed on the steady flow of people coming out of the terminal.
Johnny checked his phone again, unable to help himself. It had been two whole minutes since he'd last checked. Still no new update from you.
Not that he was entirely surprised. You'd had a long flight, had to gather your things.
Well. Some of your things. The rest were being shipped, something Simon had arranged and paid for over your half-hearted protests.
Finally, finally, he spotted you walking towards them. You were clearly tired, dressed down, looking a little limp.
And you were still one of the lost gorgeous things he'd ever seen.
Johnny pounced as soon as you were past the last gate, picking you up in his arms and swinging you around in a hug. You yelped and laughed, clinging to him just as hard.
"Hi," you said, a little breathless, grinning up at him.
"Hi yerself." Johnny finally set you back on your feet, though he didn't release you yet.
"Flight alright?" Simon asked, putting a gentle hand against your back.
"Long and boring." You shrugged, poking Johnny until he released you so you could turn to hug Simon instead. Johnny's heart melted at the sight of you wrapped up in Simon's arms.
"You're home now," Simon murmured, almost too quiet for even Johnny to catch.
Johnny did melt at that, throwing himself into the hug and making you laugh, a little watery.
"Almost," you murmured, squeezing both of them. "Come on, I'm eager to get out of here. I didn't sleep a wink."
That was all it took for Johnny to take your backpack, Simon taking charge of your luggage, both ignoring your spluttering protests with aplomb. They loaded up the car (Simon's) and Johnny let you have the front seat.
The house they'd chosen was out of the way, at the end of a quiet neighborhood, with plenty of garden space.
And a huge master bedroom.
Simon parked, and you blinked awake again. Johnny had to resist the urge to cook at how cute you looked. He hopped out first and opened your door for you, eager to bring you inside. Simon brought your things in, letting Johnny unlock the door and usher you in.
Johnny watched with an overfull heart as you turned a slow circle, eyes huge as you looked around.
"Welcome home, sweetheart." Simon and Johnny squished you between them, trading off kissing you.
They had all the time in the world now.
#listening in#f!reader#johnny “soap” mactavish x you#simon “ghost” riley x you#simon “ghost” riley x johnny “soap” mactavish x you#simon “ghost” riley x johnny “soap” mactavish x reader
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Prompt{ Naughty }: 6:“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”
Character: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Fandom: Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare ii
Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI,Sex against the counter top,P in the V, Cream Pie, implied breeding kink { you can’t tell me this man doesn’t have a breeding kink.} Light fingering, quickie.
A/n: I wrote this while at work on my two breaks. I also feel like ass so I apologize if this sucks.
Spotting you in the kitchen Simon slowly walked towards you, he didn’t know what you were doing but at the moment he really didn’t care. He just wanted you and with you two being alone he damn well was going to take advantage of it.
“Hello love.” He grasped your hips, your fingers slowly running up your thighs then towards your breasts. He couldn’t help but feel a little pleased hearing that moan escape your lips.
“S-Simon…can’t you wait two seconds…you think being a soldier you’d learn some discipline.” You nearly jumped feeling him give your breast a squeeze.
Snorting, Simon nuzzled his nose into your neck. His teeth nipping the skin. 
“Now how can behave myself love when you’re wearing such a pretty dress.”
Feeling warmth creep up your neck you nearly jumped feeling his hand slide under your dress, his fingers moving near the hem of your panties. “Simon, I have to stuff the turkey soon.”
Scoffing he pushed his fingers into your warmth, your fingers clutching the counter top as he pressed into you, your teeth sinking into your lip. You could feel him straining in his jeans, you honestly wondered how long the man was thinking about it.
“You know Y/n.The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”
Shivering, you felt a shiver run up your spine as the man gave your ass a squeeze. “If you want I’ll stop darlin.” He whispered. “Just tell me and I’ll stop.”
Chest heaving you could feel yourself growing more warm and you did not know if it was the turkey cooking in the oven or Simon pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy. “No! Don’t stop, just make it quick.”
Chuckling deeply, he rubbed your clit. The man loved hearing you moan, those little whimpers falling from your lips. “That’s my girl.” He whispered pushing your dress passed your ass, hiking it up on your hips. You shivered hearing the zipper of his pants. It did not take long for the man to be inside of you, thrusting deeply as you were pressed into the counter top.
“You feel so good love, now don’t hold back on me.”Simon whispered against your neck as he quickly thrusted into you.
You had wished he would take his time, keep it slow but with your family and squad 141 come over soon you knew that it would have to wait for another time.
A cry tearing your throat from a hard thrust, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Simon not making it easier for you with one hand playing with your breast, messaging the nipple while the other rubbed your clit. Your fingers clutching the counter top so tightly your knuckles turning white as your husband chuckled deeply. His voice deep as he whispered how good you felt, how much of a good girl you were for taking him.
“I’m going to fill you. You’re gonna take all of me love.” Biting your neck you cried out his name. Your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust through your orgasm. Your juices coating home, your thighs.
Another whimper when you felt him squeeze your breast. His other hand pulling away as he wove his through yours, holding your hand as he finally released in you. His cum coating your walls, a shiver running down your spin. You never felt this full, you nearly collapsed against the countertop. Simon chuckling deeply as he placed a kiss to your neck.
“I can’t not wait for you to have my child.” He whispered removing himself from your warmth as he pulled your panties up then fixed your dress.
The man giving you smile, it was always rare to see Simon smile. He seemed to only reserve those for you and you hoped it would be for your child too. Biting your lip you shook your head quickly fixing your har as he tucked himself away in his jeans just in time for the doorbell to ring.
“Let’s hope that keeps you satisfied until everyone is gone….let’s hope Soap won’t say anything.” You muttered squeezing your thighs wondering if you should change.
Giving your hips a squeeze, Simon kissed your head then walked towards the door. “I’ll him if he did.”
A chuckle escaped your lips, you knew that was a lie but you also knew Simon wouldn’t let him off that easy.
#drabbles#drabble#smut#Simon riley#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#modern warfare#modern warfare ii#modern warfare 2#modern warfare x you#modern warfare x reader#modern warfare 2022#call of duty x you#call of duty x y/n#call of duty x reader#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare ii#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty modern warfare x reader#tis the season
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void...void what the fuck
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Well I dunno...
Phantom would be so desperate, too needy to even think about teasing. Honestly, if not for Swiss having a hand on the situation, he'd have just tugged his pants down and fucked him dry but of course Swiss isn't thinking entirely with his dick, only a little.
Snaps his teeth at Phantom and growls when he moves to touch him without permission, and poor Phantom sits there practically shaking like a leaf watching Swiss finger himself open. At least Swiss is nice enough to pet the spade of his tail over the underside of his cock, just to hold him over.
Think that Phantom begs to mount him properly when Swiss finally lets him crawl closer. Mouth dry, voice soft with an oddly innocent quality as he says it, and when Swiss asks why, well - "I want to make sure it takes, so nothing can drip out. You need to take all of it." and if that doesn't make Swiss' dick throb almost painfully...
Phantom pops that ruddy little head into him and nearly cries. Swiss might've prepped himself some, but not much, Phantom's cock wasn't big by any means and he wanted to be tight around him still. He just has to press in to the hilt, has to feel Swiss wrapped around every inch of him, and he's panting by the time their hips are flush.
Brain gone fuzzy with need he almost gets lost in it, Swiss has to give a little wriggle back against him to bring him to earth again. Has to remind Phantom "if you wanna breed me, gotta fuck it into me baby" and that's what sets him off.
Phantom's only upright for a few minutes, eventually he's folded over Swiss' back just barely pulling out to press back in. He never wants to leave the tight heat of his body, wants to live in this mind numbing bliss for the rest of his days. His claws rake little welts into Swiss' soft hips, and he'll feel a little bad about it later, but he can't seem to pull Swiss back to meet his thrusts hard enough.
Sooner or later the tears come, wet against his shoulder blade, Phantom weeps and begs and pleads as his knot starts to get pudgy. Barely catching but enough they can both feel it. Enough that Swiss is starting to unravel.
"Fuck - fuck, hells. Swiss, Swiss, please." He'd warble once his knot gets thick enough it truly tugs when he tries to pull out. "Gotta. Gotta let me. Tell me I can, need you to - tell me to breed you."
Honestly he can't even keep his voice level anymore, not when Phantom's hammering into him, pressing against that sweet spot that sends his brain offline. All he can manage is a string of yes's panted out into the sheets.
"T-Thank you, oh Belial. S'gonna be so good, you're gonna get so full with my litter. Keep you on my knot till you do, make you mine, change you, oh fuck Swiss I'm gonna-"
"Give it to me, shit, puppy - make me your bitch."
#idk what im talking abt rn i justtttttttttttttt#answered#spicy tag#void rambles#nameless ghouls#swiss ghoul#phantom ghoul#swisstom#swiss x phantom#cw breeding
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steve doesn’t really get what hargrove’s deal is.
he’s just, like, waiting for him in his car after school, doing absolutely nothing wrong at all, when hargrove wrenches the door open. almost pulls it off its hinges, fuming like he picked a fight with the world and got knocked down before the first round was over.
and to think that steve went as far as throwing a foreigner tape in the player, because it’s the only music he owns that hargrove barely tolerates. barely.
point is, steve’s done nothing wrong, but hargrove still growls at him, the second his back hits the seat, ‘we need to talk.’
‘oh. right,’ steve says, because he knows exactly what we need to talk means. he’s already calculating all the detours he’ll have to take from now on to avoid every memory-stained spot.
it’s a bummer. hawkins isn’t nearly big enough for a heartbreak.
nothing happens for a bit. hargrove’s silent next to him, eyes fixed straight ahead like he’s hoping for some divine intervention to get him out of this particular pickle. it’s almost funny, how uncomfortable he looks. deserves it, though. that’ll teach him to go around breaking people’s hearts.
eventually, he barks, ‘not fuckin’ here, obviously,’ and then adds, softer and a beat too late, ‘just. drive, will you?’ and spends the rest of the drive gripping the edge of his seat.
it’s a shame. steve really loves that tape. too bad he’ll never listen to foreigner again.
the second steve pulls up by the lake he’ll spend the rest of his life avoiding, hargrove fishes his pack out of his pocket. he plucks a cigarette out, but his hands are shaking so much it gets sucked into the black hole under the seat. maybe steve will find it, months later, and store it away as a keepsake of the day billy hargrove broke his heart.
‘jesus christ,’ hargrove mutters, fingers drumming a wild rhythm on his knees. ‘let’s make something clear. i’m being real nice, telling you this. i don’t have to.’
the alternative would be to get cold-shouldered without a heads-up, presumably. honestly, hargrove’s being very honorable, breaking up with him face to face. steve should be grateful.
plenty of time for that. he can be grateful after tearing the shirt hargrove left at his place a month ago to ribbons.
hargrove, who mumbles something, and rolls his eyes when steve frowns at him. then. then, he says, quietly, ‘okay, fuck. okay. i’m gonna be in love with you. real soon.’
the screeching sounds must be in steve’s head, because the engine’s off. can’t have a crash if the car’s not moving, right?
blinking at hargrove, who’s currently chewing his thumbnail and avoiding steve’s eyes, steve says, ‘come again?’
hargrove scoffs. ‘absolutely not. god, why did i think you’d be even remotely cool about this?’
steve would genuinely like to know, since, historically, he’s never been cool about anything, ever. ‘you—what,’ he says instead, ‘what the fuck, billy. who announces they will be in love with someone? nobody does that.’
‘i do,’ hargrove snaps back, defensive in a way he has no right to be. ‘and it’s a warning.’
things are moving at breakneck speed, and, honestly, steve just needs everything to stop for a second, so he can start catching up. ‘a warning,’ he repeats, ‘what for?’
‘so you can get out,’ hargrove mutters, shrugging, and suddenly. steve knows exactly what’s going on.
‘before it’s too late, you mean. before you. before you fall in love with me.’
hargrove shrugs again, staring at the lake ahead. ‘’s only fair.’
‘right,’ steve says, nodding even though hargrove still won’t look at him. ‘in this scenario, do i dump you before or after telling you i’ve been in love with you for a month?’
at that, hargrove whips his head up. finally. ‘what the fuck, harrington. why didn’t you say anything?’
‘uh. you just kidnapped me to tell me you’re not in love with me yet.’
‘means i will be.’
it’s infuriating, actually, that he’s got a point. steve rolls his eyes, and then shuts hargrove up with his mouth, objectively the most effective way to keep him from doing something stupid. when hargrove whimpers at the back of his throat, steve swallows it. all in all, it’s a good kiss. a really good kiss.
‘how long will it take, do you think?’ steve asks, when hargrove lets him pull back. they’re both skirting breathlessness, and smiling like idiots about it. ‘like, how soon are we talking here?’
hargrove blushes up to his ears. ‘shut up, okay?’ he says, and then, ‘soon, like, a couple of months ago.’
#harringrove#harringroveweek#confessions isn't today's prompt but i wanted to post sth!#billy hargrove#steve harrington#my stuff
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Don’t mind me.. just thinking about singledad/neighbor!Soap 🫶🏻
Thinking about how curious he would be to come home after work to see the big moving truck blocking his drive.
The townhome that shared a wall with his had been blissfully empty for months now, the last tenant had been a pompous old cunt, the kind that nagged and complained about how noisy the kids were.
Ah, his kids- who were currently, probably, driving the nanny just a bit mad. Two boys is no easy feat, much less a 2 year old with the same mischievous tendencies as his father, and a 5 year old who was too smart for his own good.
“Ach, definitely gets that from his mother.” he always says, even though everyone knows the man is smart as a whip.
But it’s when he nearly collides with a brown, cardboard box that he finally meets you.
You, who looked nearly on the verge of tears as you peeked your face around the side of the box before sitting it down,
“I’m- sorry..”, you apologized at least three more times before even making eye contact with him, looking up to see the outrageously handsome man just barely holding back a smile.
Soap’s curiosity was more piqued than ever, hearing your thick American accent- seeing you fumble for words before blowing out a long sigh,
“It’s been a long night- uh- day. I don’t know anymore.. I had a thirteen hour layover, and I haven’t slept in I think over twenty-four hours now? and you.. but, none of that matters. Ha.. um, hi.”
Oh- Fucking hell, you’re adorable. And he’s in trouble.
You extended a trembling hand, your name spoken so softly he could’ve missed it if he were further away- but he thinks he likes the sound of it.
“John MacTavish.. nice tae meet ye, lass.”
The weak giggle that tumbles from between your lips is a sweet sound, one he instantly finds himself craving more of-
“Somethin’ funny?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, your hand still in his because he noticed you haven’t made any effort to pull away.
And fuuuuck, the way your cheeks bloom an even brighter red makes your features somehow even more gorgeous- it’s honestly not fair, the universe giving him the prettiest little thing for a neighbor.
“No.. I just- your accent- and you, you’re very nice, oh- oh my god.” You finally let go of him, scrubbing the same hand over your face, “You’re.. my neighbor. And I’m blocking your spot. Christ alive.. I’ll move it, I’m sorry-“
Before he can tell you it’s fine, that you really didn’t have to, you had already flitted away.
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He doesn’t see you for another week. He sees the moving truck disappear, spots a sparkly holiday wreath on the door the next day, hears you quietly moving about mostly in the evenings, and sees your chimney puffing white smoke- but never you.
Until finally, the sound of his snow shovel draws you out.
You hadn’t even gotten dressed yet, it was that early. Sleepily making your way downstairs, pulling on your ridiculous fluffy robe as you go- Scotland winters would certainly take some getting used to.
It’s then you hear the oddly repetitive sound, scraping followed by a dull thump. Over and over.
You peek through the curtains, seeing your neighbor- your very good looking neighbor- bundled up in a thick plaid jacket, his overgrown mohawk covered by a black beanie, the dark curly ends just barely poking out around his neck.
He’s shoveling your walkway, oddly tan cheeks colored pink from the cold and exertion-
Without thought, you unlatch your chain lock, flipping the deadbolt next before yanking the door open,
“What are you doing?”
Nice.. real fucking smooth-
Soap looks up in surprise, big blue eyes meeting yours before straying- seeing your legs bare under the fuzzy pink robe, your hair pulled up in a messy bun, little baby hairs flying this way and that. (God, he’s so fucked, isn’t he?)
You watch him stand straight, casually leaning against his shovel when that same lopsided smirk as before graces his lips,
“Well.. we got a good bit o’ snow last night, and I figured since I were already up and at ‘em, I’d do the neighborly thing, y’ken?”
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🫣🫣 oh god, I’ve watched waaayyyy too many cheesy holiday movies - send help.
#I have no idea what this is#but Soap would be a DILF#you can’t change my mind#johnny mactavish#johnny soap mctavish x reader#single dad soap#cod fandom#call of duty#your honor I LOVE HIM
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Omg that cowboy!eddie angst!! Now we need a makeup blurb (only if you feel inclined)
I've let you suffer long enough (24 hours) I will be merciful just this once (I can not stand that they're sad either so this is mainly for me lmao) this is the og blurb that is angsty
The knock on your door came two days later. Long enough that your tears had dried, but eyes still puffy. You didn't expect to see him there; band tee tucked into his wranglers loosely, under his buckle. He wore his nice boots, you noted. The ones he wore when he took you out, not his work ones.
Eddie was leaning against the door, his own dark bags under his eyes that even in his shaded profile from his hat, you could see clearly. He hadn't slept much either.
"Can we talk?" Eddie rasped, eyes rounding softly when they met yours. "Please?"
You relented letting him in to your tiny town house. It felt weird staying here for the last few nights. You'd nearly moved to the ranch after the first month of dating. Eddie had begged you to not renew your lease next month, come stay with him instead, you were there so much anyways.
You sat across from him, your dining room table that he'd helped you fix when the leg got loose. Eddie's knee bounced, nervous and overwhelmed. You looked at him, arms crossed over your chest. You were angry, of course you were. Hurt and angry and overwhelmed still.
"I'm sorry." Eddie said, fingers tracing the pattern of the wood, but his eyes stayed on you. "I-I'm sorry."
"Yeah?" You raised a brow, swallowing back the familiar burn of tears. "For what part?"
Eddie flinched at your tone. He knew he deserved it but it still hurt. "All of it, baby." Eddie sighed lowly, defeated and a little sad. It made your heart lurch. "I just... I didn't think that you'd be jeal- mad about Lola."
"Why wouldn't I be?" You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. "Seriously, Ed, she was all over you!"
Eddie took a deep breath, regulating and calming. "Because," He sighed, knee bouncing a little harder. "I don't like Lola like that. I don't give a shit about her or-or really anyone else for that matter, honey. They're not you, and I only care about you."
Your lip wobbled, tears pricking the back of your eyes. You thought you'd ran out of tears, surely, after crying yourself to sleep the night you left and most of the day yesterday. "She was all over you, Ed." You pouted, voice wobbling around the words. "She was in my seat when I got back, and she was all over you, and you were letting her."
"I know." Eddie sighed slowly. "And I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I just... My mind wasn't on her like that, and-and I shouldn't have gotten mad that you were upset, because honestly? If that was some guy talkin' to you like that and sittin' in my seat... I'd be pretty pissed off too."
Your lips curled lightly, trying to hide your warm, smug grin. Eddie caught it anyways, moving to make his way around the table, crouching next to your chair. "'m sorry, honey." He muttered, hands rubbing up and down the soft fabric of your pajama pants. "I'm real sorry."
"I'm sorry too." Your lip wobbled. "For being so... jealous." You muttered, blushing at the admission. You felt silly, really. A little juvenile for getting so worked up.
Eddie shook his head, a small smile that had his dimples creasing gently. "Don't be sorry." He muttered, cupping your cheek. "Didn't do nothing wrong, baby."
"But I did." You whimpered, lip wobbling. "I shouldn't have been so mean, and-and I'm not like that usually. I don't want you to think I'm like a controlling bitch, I just-"
"Hey, easy, darlin'." Eddie cooed, thumb gliding over your cheek bone. "I know, alright? Let's just put it to rest. I don't wanna fight anymore."
"Me either." You sighed, heavy but relaxed, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. "I missed you."
"I missed you." Eddie muttered, pulling you closer to him. "Sleep like shit when you're not with me, you know that?" He hummed.
You nodded, your lips barely brushing his before his mouth enveloped yours fully, kissing you hard and slow. Hands roaming each others, feet shuffling and scuffing the floor all the way back to your bedroom. Eddie collapsed on top of you gently, the bed groaning with the squeak of the springs, his hands under your shirt, his boots back under your bed.
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Honestly he shouldn’t be surprised.
People just didn’t love Steve Harrington.
Only the idea of him. His parents money, his social status, how good he made them feel. But there was never really anything about Steve that people wanted to love. So when Nancy called him bullshit, called all of it bullshit, he wasn’t surprised.
Everything just fucking hurt and he wished it surprised him. Wished he hadn’t seen it coming. But he was Steve, and he was in fact bullshit. Nancy was just the first person to say what everyone else was thinking.
But then the Upside Down came knocking again and he didn’t really have the time to tend to the heart ache before he was getting his face smashed in by Billy Hargrove, and trying to keep a gaggle of children alive in some creepy fucking tunnels.
So when the dust settled, and Steve went home to an empty house with a grade 3 concussion, that’s when he let himself feel everything. The disregard from his parents, the abandonment and abuse they threw at him his whole life. How much he fucking love Nancy Wheeler only for him to bring backwhat he always knew, that people didn’t love Steve Harrington, couldn’t love him.
The bullshit of everything came tumbling down on him and he didn’t really know where to go from there. The weight of it brought him to his knees as harsh, throat tearing sobs shook his body and he tried to catch his breath. Slamming his fist over and over into the hardwood floor until it splintered and he felt his knuckles cracking.
Steve Harrington was nothing but a bullshit person in an empty bullshit house with parents who wished he was never born and As the tears dried, all that was left was a numb empty shell of a person. Picking themselves up and going to bed, not existing even in his own head anymore.
Meeting Robin helped, after they went through more Upside Down bullshit. She was like the first glimpse of the sun after the worst night of your life. His favorite song to blast with the windows down, screaming the words at the top of his lungs.
But people don’t love Steve Harrington. So he wasn’t entirely sure what the expiration date was on their friendship, but he was determined to try to hold onto it as tightly as he could.
Against all odds she stuck around long enough to go through the Upside Down again with him, stuck around long enough to watch him fall in love with Eddie Munson and nearly lose him.
Not that she knew Steve had fallen. Not that Steve even knew he’d fallen until late one night, alone in his too big house and the panic of the realization sent him spiraling into another panic attack.
It was the first thing he’d felt since bullshit was thrown in his face and suddenly he couldn’t turn the emotions off again. Any of them.
He was locked in his house for three days when someone came knocking. He hasn’t stopped crying for three days. Everything that he’d punched out that night after Nancy had shattered who he was seemed to be streaming back ten fold into the forefront of his mind and Steve couldn’t
Shut
It
Off.
So he was stuck in bed, alternating between sobbing and silent tears when the knock startled him out of his thoughts. he couldn’t get his body to move, to pull his legs under him and drag him to the door. He just felt so heavy. Not even the Russians had been able to beat him out of the mindless numbness he’d been in for the last year, the threat of Vecna had barely even managed to ping his radar of finding the switch that opened his clogged emotions.
But realizing he was in love with someone when he knew, he knew there was nothing about himself worth loving, that seemed to unlock everything and he was so heavy with it all.
“Stevie, hey man, I hope you don’t mind i used Robins key to let me in.” Eddie’s voice bounced around the walls of the house before landing in Steve’s ears. He couldn’t even bring himself to tense up at the fact that Eddie was here, more sobs tumbling from his lips. “We just haven’t heard from you in a while and everyone’s pretty worr..” Eddie’s voice cut off abruptly as he pushed open the door to Steve’s room, their eyes locking. “Oh baby boy.” He breathed, shuffling over to the side of Steve’s bed and folding himself down next to him. Eddie wrapped his whole body around Steve’s and Steve just cried harder.
He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had held him.
Eddie didn’t try to get him to talk, and didn’t really talk himself, just pulling Steve close as he cried harder, burying his head in the hair on the back of Steve’s neck. When the crying had continued it’s cycle from ugly sobs to silent tears, Eddie finally pulled his head back slightly to speak to Steve. His voice soft and barely loud enough to be considered a whisper.
“I’ve got you Steve. I don’t know what’s going on but I’m here.” Steve shuddered, pushing back and deeper into the other man’s embrace.
They didn’t do this, not really. Eddie was a tactile guy, but him and Steve had never shared more than a few shoulder pats and the occasional knees knocking together when they sat too close. But Eddie just squeezed Steve a little tighter and held on like he’d float away if he didn’t.
Steve didn’t know when he drifted off but the next time he was aware of consciousness the sun beam's position on the wall had changed drastically.
“ You with me again, Sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice was still that soft barely whisper and Steve couldn’t really find the words in his throat. Everything tangled together in a lump, so he just nodded.
“Have you eaten today?”
A shake of his head.
“If I made you some toast do you think you could eat it for me?”
A nod. And Eddie was shuffling to get up again, panic seized at Steve and he clung to the other man’s arms.
“Don’t work babylove, I’m bringing you with me.” There was a soft press of lips to Steve’s temple and suddenly he was being manhandled into standing up as Eddie practically dragged him out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen.
It seemed Eddie had decided on more then just toast as he busied himself in Steve’s kitchen. Pots and pans now lining the counter.
Steve felt like if he didn’t touch Eddie that very moment he was bound to float off into the abyss of everything again, so he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist from behind burying his face in his spine. Eddie didn’t say anything, didn’t even tense at the touch so Steve stayed plastered to him as he worked.
Steve hadn’t really been paying attention to what was going on around him, but suddenly his face was pressed into Eddie’s chest instead of his spine and Eddie’s arms were wrapped around him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” The barely whisper was gone now, Eddie speaking at a regular tone, the softness still clinging to every word.
“Just the crushing weight of coming out of some sort of fugue state I’ve been in for 2 years.” His voice was muffled by the fabric of Eddie’s shirt but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Steve was nothing if not selfish and he was going to cling to Eddie for as long as he’d let him. Eddie’s hand came up to brush through his hair and Steve leaned into the touch.
“What’s going on in here?” Two soft taps to his temple.
“Why can’t people love me?” The words came out so quietly Steve was convinced Eddie probably hadn’t heard them, but his body tensing told him he had.
“So many people love you, Steve.”
“People love what I can do for them. No one’s ever just loved me.” He pulled his head back now, staring at the dip of Eddie’s collar bones, one of his hands coming up to play with the edge of the shirt resting there. “Not my parents, not Nancy… n-not.. not you.” He pushed the words out past the growing jumble in the back of his throat, he could feel the white hot burn of tears threatening to fall again.
“Who says I don’t love you, Sweetheart?” And it’s the way he says it, dripping with pain, and Steve knows it’s not pain for him self, it’s pain for Steve and the weight of it is enough to having him pulling back more to look at Eddie’s face.
“Not really, not the way I love you. Which… I mean which is fine really it’s okay. But even if you do love me, you… you love Steve Harrington, not.. not Steve Harrington.” And he knows it sounds stupid, and petulant but it’s the only way he knows how to say it and he hope Eddie can understand what he means.
By the way his face crumples, Steve’s pretty sure he does.
“Steve I’ve been head over heels for you, for months.”
“Bullshit.” It comes out as a sob, there’s no venom in the words, pain weaving through every letter as the tears finally fall.
“You can’t love me. No one does. No one has. I’m not someone that gets loved Eddie. I'm something that people love to have around when I’m useful.” Steve can see Eddie’s heart breaking through his eyes, which he guesses kinda makes sense if you listen to how everyone says the eyes are the window to the soul. But Steve just doesn’t understand why Eddie’s heart would break for him.
Steve was nothing.
Steve was worthless unless useful.
How could someone love him. Love just Steve.
“Baby, you are so far from unlovable. Everything about you takes my breath away. And I’m not just talking about how you look, Steve.” He tacks the last part on when Steve makes a face at him. “You’re like crazy smart you know? You read people in a way that I’ve never seen anyone do. And you’re always risking everything, and I do mean everything, to protect the people you care about. Even people you barely know. You take $20 dollars out of every paycheck just to have quarter rolls for the kids if they want to go to the arcade when they already have their own money, but you want to make sure they can play for as long as they’d like. You cover every shift Robin asks you too without hesitation. Even if you joke that you’re mad about it. Everything lights up about you when the kids come scrambling into whatever room your in. Steve you’re like sunshine in human form. What’s not to love about you? Selfless, kind, more than a little bit of a badass. And you have so much love that you give away basically for free and you never expect anything in return.” Eddies voice gets more passionate as he goes on, his hand coming up to cup Steve’s face, rubbing his thumb along his cheek bone and catching the tears as they fall. “Baby, you’re sunshine.”
Steve shatters. His legs can’t hold him up anymore but Eddie catches him. Eases them both on the ground till somehow he’s got a lap full of Steve and is pulling him close to his chest. Eddie keeps listing all the things to love about him as Steve sobs. His face pressed so hard into Eddie’s neck he’s surprised he can still get enough air to talk.
Steve Harrington might have been a bullshit, unlovable fuck up.
But the Steve Harrington wrapped up in Eddie’s arms. Maybe just maybe he deserved to be loved more than he’d ever thought possible for himself.
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vigilante shit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- no body, no crime part three
Oops okay honestly I just wanted to write some smut. You can read no body, no crime part 1 and 2 for context, but you also don’t have to have context
Warnings: holy hell is there some smut in this one 18+ ONLY sheesh, lots of p in v sex, oral (f receiving), grinding, teasing/edging, dirty talk, degradation adjacent?, some manhandling, reader is a brat again, office sex 🤪 i think that’s everything
WC: ~2.7k
no body, no crime || part two || Aaron Hotchner Masterlist
Ladies always rise above, ladies know what people want
As you expected, Aaron Hotchner came back. Again. And again. And again.
You have to wonder what his team thinks, with him taking off all the time to come see you. You’re nowhere near Quantico, not close enough to explain it away with other menial plans. Yet, he still comes around. All the time.
Aaron has stopped asking about Este’s ex-husband and where the body is. You know that he still suspects you, which is fine. He can suspect you all he wants. He has no proof, and he never will.
Besides, you’re on his side now. Kind of.
Randy wasn’t the only asshole in this town whose life you wanted to ruin -- and have fun doing it. There are plenty of abusive husbands to choose from, but making them all disappear on your own would be too suspicious. You need something less so, something good. Something humanitarian.
You don’t know what got into you. Probably the agent you share a bed with nearly every weekend.
He’s tried to get you to travel to Quantico, but you haven’t yet. Maybe soon.
For now, though, he comes to you. Without hesitation.
Every Friday night is the same. He appears on your doorstep, duffle bag in hand, necktie already loosened.
You drag him in by his tie, pull him down to meet your lips by his jaw. His bag hits the floor, his foot kicks the front door closed. He’s mastered reaching behind and flicking the lock.
He follows your lips into the house, down the hall to your bedroom -- if the two of you make it that far.
Clothes litter the floors on the way to bed, his bare chest pressed against yours when he lays you down. You hook your legs over his hips, link your heels together and pull him into you. No time is wasted. The other times can be slow, but not this one. Not right now.
He devours you from the inside out, hips slamming into yours, sucking marks into your neck. Bruises blossom delicate purples and reds over the ones that barely faded since his last visit.
Your walls squeeze him enough to make his hips stutter, grinding his pelvis into your clit. The two of you are a mess of moving bodies, chasing climaxes, whispering dirty nothings into his ear.
He tells you to take it and you say make me. He says he will and you laugh in his face. He loves your snarkiness, loves to pound it out of you, at least for a moment before it returns. He loves the game. You love to play it.
+++
The first time you traveled to Quantico to see Aaron, you brought evidence with you. You weren’t sure if he could do anything, but you wanted to try.
You thought after Este’s ex-husband, men in town would learn not to mess with you, but clearly that hasn’t been the case.
She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some
She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?
You already ruined one marriage, for good reason. The husband had been cheating for months, so you gathered proof. And left it in a sealed envelope, addressed to the wife. You watched her pick it up off the porch, tear it open, and go inside.
The next day, she kicked him out of the house. And walked across the street to thank you.
There have been a few others in the same vein, but there’s one you can’t quite finish. The husband isn’t cheating, so that won’t work. But you know there is something else. Something much worse.
You visit him in his office at the BAU, walking past the team at their desks. You recognize them all, smiling and waving. They return the waves
“We don’t handle white collar crimes,” Aaron says, eyeing you suspiciously.
“I figured,” you nod solemnly. “Who does?”
He takes another look at the evidence you laid before him. He takes a few moments, sighs. “Are you positive?” he asks, looking up. “This is legitimate?”
“I am,” you reply firmly. You don’t frame people. That’s too tricky, and pointless if they’re already bad people.
He sighs, looks back down. “If this is fake…” he pauses, letting it hang there.
“It’s not.”
“If it is, you’re responsible. So am I.”
You lean forward and rest your hand over his, despite the open door and open blinds. “I’m serious. I would not bring this to you if it wasn’t true.”
“We don’t know if it’s true, there will still be an investigation.”
“I know,” you reply. “Do you trust me?”
He tilts his head, narrows his eyes.
“Good,” you grin. You sit back in the chair, crossing your legs. “Still, though. I’m dead serious about this. You think I’d risk getting arrested?” you scoff. “Come on now, Agent Hotchner.”
His jaw clenches. You’re playing a dangerous game.
And you’ve won.
Aaron picks up his phone and begins dialing, pressing the receiver to his ear.
“Who are you calling?” you ask.
He raises his eyebrows. “The Secretary of the Treasury.”
The phone call is brief but enough. Aaron says they’re going to investigate.
“How long do you think it’ll take?”
“Why does that matter?” he counters.
You shrug. “No reason.”
Aaron leans back in his chair, linking his fingers together. “What did he do to you?”
He was doing lines, and crossing all of mine
“Nothing,” you say. “He just hurt a friend.”
Aaron shakes his head, chuckling. He wonders how you have him wrapped so tightly around your finger. And how he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
+++
Aaron’s apartment is exactly what you expected from him. Expensive. Obnoxiously expensive.
The two of you barely make it through his door.
He drops his briefcase and keys while you work his jacket off his shoulders. He tugs at his tie, pulls at your shirt, yanking it over your head. You aren’t wearing a bra, and he groans at the sight. He thought he saw your nipples earlier.
He chases you into the living room, following your lips like he’s in a trance.
Or so you think.
Soon he has you pinned against the nearest wall, his hands gripping your wrists, keeping them above your head.
“Tell me right now if you just cost me my job.”
“I would never,” you say seriously, then cracking a grin. “I like the way you look with your gun on your hip too much to ruin that.”
He pushes your wrists into the wall as he studies your face. He’s close enough to kiss, though, so you do, and he gives in.
His hand slips from your wrists and falls to your face, cupping your jaw. He steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours, letting you feel him, what you do to him. It’s enough to make you grind your hips into his, until he has to hold them down.
You bite his lip in protest, loving the noise you elicit from him, right from his chest.
“You’re impatient,” he growls.
“Obviously,” you retort with a scoff, dipping your hands to his belt. “And you still have pants on.”
“So do you.”
“Not for long.”
You yank his belt open and unzip his pants, palming him through his briefs. He swats your hands away as he works on your jeans, pulling them down your legs. He kneels, working the fabric down your thighs, peppering kisses along the way.
Your underwear falls next, and he helps you step out of them, but it isn’t long before he buries his face in you.
You gasp, not expecting him to, but he pushes your feet apart. His nose brushes your clit, his tongue delves in ways that make your knees weak.
“Aaron,” you breathe, threading your fingers through his hair. “Shit.”
He knows you so well now, knows exactly where to press and when. You hate to admit it, but he can leave you breathless just as badly as you can him.
He stops early, forever a tease, and forever wanting to be inside you when you let go. He’s impatient today, much like you. He doesn’t have time for anything else.
You work on his pants and he helps, kicking them away with his underwear. He lifts you into his arms, pressing your back into the wall, entering you only slightly.
“No, don’t do this to me,” you whine. You hate when he does this, when he takes his time working his way inside.
“I’m going to cherish this feeling,” he says, kissing your cheek, listening to your complaints. He clicks his tongue when you grind your hips, trying to take matters into your own hands. But he has you in his arms, right where he wants you. He’s in control.
He goes deeper, but only just, before pulling back. Your head hits the wall with each move. Slowly, slowly, he gives you half. Your skin is on fire. You’re ready to strangle him.
“You love this,” he shushes you. “I know you do. I can feel you.”
“I want--”
“You’ll get what you want,” he whispers. “After I take my time.”
You groan and he kisses you, distracting you with his tongue, tracing your lips until you’re dizzy.
You don’t even notice how long it’s been until his pelvis is against yours and you’re crying out, feeling full. You grip his back, your nails digging in, constellations of crescents dotting his skin.
“Is that better?” he taunts, pulling out to slam back inside, relishing in your whimpers. “You know the drill, honey,” he soothes. “You’re cumming at least once before we do.”
You don’t know how to explain that you’ve been on the edge for ages now, almost but never completely thrown over. But he knows how.
He speeds up his thrusts and gently places his hand around your neck, pinning your head back. His mouth dives for your lips, jaw, ears, anything he can touch and kiss and nip at, until you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that you have no choice.
His footing fumbles and he nearly loses himself, but he stops. He’s determined to bring you to another, and only then will he let go.
You feel drunk, like you’ve had too much of him in such a short timespan, but that doesn’t stop your hips from moving, from chasing another high so soon after the last.
“Greedy,” he says, but it’s broken. He’s just as desperate as you, maybe even more so.
You want him so badly. You’re chasing his release as much as you’re hurtling toward another of your own. Both of you are determined to make the other let go.
He doesn’t last long, and you don’t either. But there’s still time for more. There always is.
+++
Aaron tells you that you need to stay in Quantico while the investigation into your allegations is beginning, in case they need to bring you in for questioning.
You think Aaron has ulterior motives, but you don’t tell him that. You were planning on staying anyway; you packed enough for a week. He noticed, but he didn’t say anything to you.
I don’t start shit, but I can tell you how it ends
You go into the BAU to have lunch with him, and on the way up the elevator, you ask yourself what the hell you are doing. This is far too domestic for you, yet you aren’t fighting it.
Domestic, maybe, but traditional, not at all.
You pass by the team and wave, earning waves and smiles in return. They’ve known for a while that Hotch was leaving town every weekend to see you, but they didn’t expect to see you here. You’re positive most, if not all of them still suspect you about Este’s ex-husband, but that doesn’t matter anymore.
When you enter Aaron’s office, he’s on the phone — again. He holds up a finger, telling you to wait, but that only makes you smirk.
Quietly, you shut the door, flicking the lock. His blinds are already drawn, something he’s grown into the habit of doing, especially with you here. You know the team isn’t stupid. You know they know what’s going on when the door closes.
Aaron stares down at the paperwork on his desk, but you want his eyes to be elsewhere. So, you take off your jacket.
It’s innocent enough. You lay the jacket over the back of one of the chairs, smoothing out the fabric. You’re wearing a button up and a skirt for this exact reason.
“I understand,” he says, grabbing a pen. He glances at you briefly and smiles, but returns his attention to the phone. “Yes, I see. When was this?”
You hum quietly as you begin unbuttoning your shirt, slowly. One by one. Looking out the window, waiting.
By the time you undo the button below your breasts, you look toward him, finding that his eyes are locked on your fingers. You smirk.
“Yes, I’m still here,” he says, averting his eyes. “Yes. Yes, we do.”
You continue undoing your shirt, walking closer to him with every button. The glare he gives you as the shirt slides off your arms is enough to set a fire inside of you.
He’s desperate to get off the phone, but whoever it is keeps talking.
You walk around the left of the desk, standing dangerously close to him, running your fingers through his hair. He moves the receiver away from his mouth to exhale deeply, shutting his eyes. He knows there is no match for you. His only option is surrender.
You wedge yourself between him and his desk, prompting him to push his chair back. He takes the phone with him, moving his arm to allow you to straddle his hips.
You smile sweetly, running your hands up and down his shoulders, trailing your fingernails over his neck. He watches you intently, only barely listening to the person on the other phone.
You scoot forward, grinding your crotch against his as you bend to place kisses on his neck. His breathing hitches dangerously and you smirk into his skin.
“Thank you,” he says. You start moving your hips and his legs tense. “I’ll call to let you know what we decide.”
Finally, you think.
There’s a few more words spoken before Aaron officially ends the call.
In what feels and sounds like one movement, he hangs up the phone and lifts you onto his desk, grinding his hips into yours with newfound ferocity.
You giggle into his kisses, feeling his hands on your back. You didn’t wear a bra for this reason, and he knows it.
You fumble with his belt, a mess of hands while he devours your mouth, pushing his tongue through your lips. He cusses when your hand snakes inside of his briefs, enough to wrap around him and gently squeeze.
His hands leave your body only for a moment to yank his pants down. Then he goes to rip your underwear, only to find you have none.
“Slut,” he snickers into your ear, pulling you toward him by your hips. “Teasing me while I’m on the phone? Really?” he taunts, angling your hips to push inside of you, giving you everything, loving your whimpers. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
You nod into his neck, holding onto his shoulders. “You lasted l-longer than I thought.”
“I was talking to the Secretary of the Treasury,” he snaps, thrusting into you and stopping, letting you feel every inch. “About your little predicament.”
“What did she-- Shit. What’d she-- oh my god.”
“Don’t try to talk,” he whispers. “Take it.”
You grin. And you do.
+++
Don’t get sad, get even
They arrested the man for his white collar crimes, and that became the talk of the town for the foreseeable future.
No one noticed how you started leaving for weeks at a time to live with Aaron. But they’ve noticed that men haven’t stopped disappearing since your absence.
You won’t stop, not until each one is gone. Until each one gets what he deserves.
And since you were right, Aaron listens to you. Like he always does.
I’m on my vigilante shit...again
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A Worshipper of Magic (For a Date) part 4
Wednesday Addams x Male!Witch!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Warning: a bit of gore at the end
Words: 1582
Summary: You and Wednesday devise a plan to capture the monster - a plan that could get you killed.
You nearly tripped over yourself, barefoot, running down the hallway after her.
Despite her small stature she was fast, moving effortlessly through the halls of Stocker hall despit having only been twice. She made sharp turns, leaving your vision for a moment and every time you worried that by some magic she would disappear behind one. It wasn’t until you both passed your room again, door still wide open did you realize she, in her rage and frustration, had forgotten where the exit to Stocker Hall was.
“Wednesday!” You shouted, a bit worn out from all the running, but so was she.
She stopped in front of you, you could hear her heavy, uneven breathing. Then in a swift movement she turned to you, her face turned to one of anger.
“I’m going to kill him..” she paused, “...And you’re going to help me”
She was right, of course.
You were a witch, you weren’t above murder. You usually condoned it, murder, fighting, maiming, mayhem, all of it. But you weren’t sure what this Tyler kid was, or his involvement in all of this. He could just have been a human dropping off lunch or something.
But you didn’t honestly believe that, and neither did Wednesday.
You knew his involvement went deeper that you had the evidence to prove, and at the moment there was nothing you could do about it. Wednesday, for all her bleak, hopelessness, didn’t believe that.
“We have to go again..” She said.
“There’s nothing else, I haven't seen anything and neither has anyone else, this was the first actually suspicious thing we’ve seen, that’s why I came straight to you.”
“So we’ll go after him-”
“And we’ll both die trying..” you sighed.
“So you want us to do nothing?”
With another sigh you let yourself sink back into your seat.
Wednesday thinks Tyler is the monster and that- somehow, Thornehill was controling him. You knew there was something wrong with her, you could see it in her soul, but you figured it was just fear, she was the only human at an inhuman school, you figured a bit of fear came along with it. But apparently it was hatred, for inhumans, or as she put it, ‘freaks’. She was the one in charge, the way she yelled and ordered Tyler around made that much clear. She controlled him. Why was they killing inhumans then?
“My mother murdered somebody..” Wednesday said suddenly.
“Yeah, I heard..”
“The man she murdered, his entire family died soon after..”
“I heard that too.”
“I was..in the family's house, the entire thing was covered in dust, dirt, and webs..all except for the sister's room. It was clean, and it had fresh flowers, they hadn’t wilted in the slightest.”
You sighed, sitting back in your chair, you’d persuaded her into coming back to your room with you so you weren’t just standing outside, plotting against a teacher.
“So there’s a supposedly dead little girl running around killing inhumans-“
“-or Ms.Thornhill is that little girl. My first thought was Dr. Kinbott, my therapist, but I’ve counted her out as a suspect, Xavier too-“
Despite not knowing either of those people, you absorbed her words thoughtfully. She’d already had a list of suspects, a list consisting of mostly people she knew personally, you wondered if you were on that list.
‘Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think, don’t think’ you thought.
Your mind was spinning as you sat in a cafe, well not just a cafe, the cafe that a suspected murderer worked at. You don’t know how she convinced you but she did. Now you sat in a booth across from, glaring at her unintentionally. Your jaw was clenched tight, your hands balled into fist. Despite your efforts to call yourself, thoughts of you being violently torn to shreds because you revealed your suspicion of him terrorized your mind. That wasn’t the only thing though.
Wednesday's plan was to provoke him using you. Something that, had it been anyone else, you would have said ‘no’ to then never have spoken to them again.
Unfortunately, you were soft.
‘He’s pretty when he’s scared,’ a thought Wednesday didn’t think she was capable of.
She has, in the past few days, come to enjoy your company a bit more, considering that nearly a week ago you’d done something rather intimate together- out of necessity, of course- but intimate regardless, she couldn’t forgot what that meant to you, what it meant for your kind, and what it meant in your relationship with her.
Peeking up at you over her book, she watched your mind race with a little smirk.
Wednesday hadn’t been the most romantic person ever, she’s actually been rather apathetic to it for most of her life. But you interest her, even now as you’d seemingly zoned out with a glare on your face.
“Wednesday-“ a familiar, yet unwanted, voice said.
She tapped her foot on yours under the table and you quickly became aware of his presence.
“-who's your friend?” He asked, a bit of worry in his voice.
You looked up at him, then across to her. You’d agreed beforehand that she would be in control, she knew him, and therefore could push his buttons better than you. But the part of her brain that produced snarky, sarcastic comments was shutting down due to the boiling rage she felt under her skin.
“I’m y/n..” you said, mustering every bit of calmness in your body,
“Y/n..” he repeated, and you could hear a twinge of dispies behind his sweet tone.
“Yeah, me and Wednesday have been..” you paused- for effect of course, “hanging out”
Your tone didn’t sound entirely truthful, which seemed to piss him off.
“Oh-“ he muttered, “she’s never mentioned you before.”
“It’s still relatively new-“ you could hear the restraint in her voice as she finally spoke up.
He nodded, his aura darkening.
A few more minutes of proding conversation later and Tyler was walking away with thinly veiled hatred for you in particular.
You and Wednesday didn’t stick around long after that. Actually, she dragged you out of the cafe not even ten minutes after you’d spoken to Tyler.
“Now what?”
You’d met Wednesday back in her room, ignoring her giddy roommate in the corner as she’d asked you to do.
“Now we wait for him to try and kill you.”
Right, you’d almost forgotten about that part, piss him off by being friends with Wednesday (she’d already mentioned his…possessive tendencies), wait for him to attack, after that things get a little too vague for your liking but you’ve already enacted step one so there’s no going back now.
“Good, great-“ you sighed, “if he does actually kill me I’ll haunt you as a ghost forever.”
“Hmm, you’d probably be tethered to wherever you were murdered, but I would visit you.”
“Maybe you could just carry my ashes around with you, I think that should tether me to you.”
“You would make a pretty necklace.”
“Thank you.”
Enid, who you’d nearly forgotten about, let out an excited noise, but quickly shut herself up.
Hours later, Wednesday insisted on walking you back to your room, as a way to thank you for risking your life.
You didn’t feel particularly brave about it, you felt scared, and yet, you were happy. You were doing this for a greater cause. Besides, the amount of hexes, spells, and traps in your room should protect you- or at least alert somebody before you are dead.
You stopped in front of your door, sighing deeply as you pondered for a short moment as to why you were jumping through these kinds of dangerous hoops for a girl you’d known for less than a month. Then you looked down at her, and with a sigh you cast those thoughts from your mind, you’d think about them again later, probably while fighting for your life in a hospital, but you’d decided it was worth it- for now at least.
“I’ll see you tomorrow..” you said as casually as you could.
“Of course-“ then, without any warning, she kissed you. It was just a peck on the cheek but when she pulled back you could see how flushed her pale face had become.
Then, before you could speak, she was gone.
Turning, you fumbled with your key in your pocket for a moment before finally going to unlock your door. Only for nothing to happen when you turned the lock, no click of the lock moving. Because it was already unlocked.
With a sigh, you pushed the door open and was quickly pinned to the floor by a blur of gray.
A searing pain shot through your body, starting at your chest, then quickly spreading to your limbs. You tried not to scream as your flesh was torn under the monster's sharp claws. It felt like years had gone by before it stopped, but I’d only been seconds. You turned your head to see the monster, suspended mid air, caught in a trap. You’d laugh if you were choking on your own blood.
Taking a long, painful breath in, then out, then in again. You needed to focus on breathing- on keeping your heart beating until help came. Another deep breath. Then another. Then another- you could head footsteps, thudding loudly against the floor.
You forced your eyes to stay open- to watch that murderous monster struggle against invisible, unbreakable binds.
Smiling, you thought, ‘I got him’.
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