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Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 1)

Part 2.5

"So, how in God's name am I actually meant to push this baby out?"

"Just like you said. When the time comes, you push."

It was Sarah's last checkup before her due date - or, rather, before her second due date. She looked very overdue and felt every bit of it as she chatted with Doctor Kellner, her obstetrician and mentor for her over-extended pregnancy, who also sports a sizable baby bump of her own.

"Kelly, I can feel how big this head is. There's no way I can stretch that far."

"What can I say? The human body is a remarkable thing." She puts her hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Slowly. You do it slowly. You give your body lots of time to open up, as much as you can. I know, it feels impossible at first. But you do it. One step at a time, you do it."

"You'll be there?"

"I will. I know you can do this."

Their eyes meet.

"Besides, it's not like you'll be in a hurry." She offers a grin. "You'll have at least a couple of days to get that far, after all."

"God, dayyyyysss…" It wasn't hard to spot Sarah's arousal - the reddening in her cheeks, the way she pressed her thighs together - though it's not like she tried to hide it at this point. She'd read about the process before, of course, nervous at first, and then growing more and more fascinated as the "big day" drew closer.

"Also, I do have a first name. You don't have to keep calling me 'Kelly' all the time."

"I know, but I like the pet name better. It feels… closer, somehow." Her gaze shifts downwards. "Also, it looks like you're not far off from doing some pushing yourself."

"Mm-hm, just a few more weeks now and I'll be ready to bring this one's head down." Kellner's face falls for a moment, as she turns away from the other woman in her office. "Actually, I'm-" Her voice catches in her throat. "That's-" She stops again.

"What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Before she can answer, the two of them are interrupted by a buzzing at Kellner's waist. "Shoot, that's my pager, we're out of time." Doctor Kellner looks apologetic as the interruption brings her back to a more professional demeanor; her attempt at a smile doesn't quite drive the hint of sorrow from her features. "You should be good to go for next week, we can talk about me later."

Sarah gives her a concerned look.

"We will talk about me later, okay? Just, not right now." She shakes her head. "That can wait a little while, at least. You're on a tighter schedule than I am." At this she does manage to smile.

Sarah allows herself to be ushered out the door, feeling one worry diminish as another starts to grow.

Sarah's second due date comes a week later. Contractions wake her up just a little before her alarm - she'd skipped her medication the day before, and she can feel it starting to have an effect. There's no urgency yet - they eat breakfast, take a shower, pack their bags, all while Sarah feels the cramps slowly building, feels pressure slowly growing, feels the head starting to press down just a little.

"Mmmmm- There we go-" Sarah keeps a hand pressed between her legs, almost luxuriating in the feeling of her baby's head inside her. "Are we ready to head out?"

"Should be, yeah."

Sarah starts the drive to the hospital prepared and confident, but her courage starts to wane as the long trip drags on.

"Nnnnnh- It's-" Sarah grips the door handle tight as she feels the pressure inside her suddenly spike.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just- Haaaah- We might've left this a little too long." She takes a deep breath, doing her best to control her breathing. "I'll be alright, but there's a lot of pressure now."

Sarah pants with each contraction, struggling to just relax, to sit back and let that pressure come as each wave is just a little bit worse than the last. She feels her stomach gripping harder and harder, feels her body's urge growing more and more insistent, feels her baby's head between her legs, ready and eager to be born. She waits, panting and breathing and pressing her legs together as the miles pass by, as her labor builds and builds. Things don't get any better when she finally gets to the hospital. The staff there don't quite seem to understand her urgency (What's the rush? This was scheduled months in advance, wasn't it?). She does her best to hold on while filling out paperwork, sitting in the waiting room, going through the usual medical tests, being sternly warned not to push yet (as though she needed to be told) - it goes on and on, endless delays while she listens to nurses explain things she already knows, groaning inwardly as she wants to do nothing more than spread her legs wide and push. Finally, she manages to get to a hospital room, and she hardly has time to change into a gown before Doctor Kellner gets there as well.

"Ohhhh- Thank God you're here, Kelly. I feel like I'll go insane if I have to hold back much longer."

"Ha, it's good to see you too." Kellner returns a smile as she pulls on a pair of gloves. "You've been having contractions for a while, right? And, you're having a lot of pressure now?"

Sarah nods. "Since early this morning. And, yeah, it's pretty bad."

"I think I can guess what the answer is going to be, but I still have to ask. Do you want an epidural for this?"

Sarah can't stop a grin from creeping onto her face as she responds. "No. C'mon, Kelly, you know me better than that."

"Yeah, I figured. Hospital requirement, though. Thankfully, they made sure to soundproof the rooms here in the maternity ward."

Sarah's grin fades as she feels another cramp start to build. "Hooooooo- Lots of pressure now."

"Alright. Go ahead and get up on the bed for me."

Sarah spreads her legs wide as she feels the contraction grow.

"Are you ready to start pushing?" Despite herself, Kellner can't look away from the sight between Sarah's legs. The contraction is making the head start to bulge outwards, and she can see just the barest sliver of dark hair peeking out from her lower lips.

"Don't you- Haaaa- Don't you need to check me first, or something like that?"

"I mean, it's not like you need to dilate." Kellner trails a gloved hand along Sarah's inner thigh for a moment before gently pressing it against her labia. "Really, you'd have been fine to start pushing for a while now, but we try to be careful about these things." Kellner spreads Sarah's lips with her fingers, noticing the strings of wetness clinging to the inside. She probes two fingers into her, feeling for the position of the head as she sweeps them around inside. "Yeah, head's straight OA. Fully flexed, no rotation, no asyncliticism. Lined up ready and waiting for you to push." She keeps her fingers inside, watching with intent as Sarah's clit starts to stiffen, as her skin flushes under the questing, eager touch. "Of course, we already knew that. You just wanted to feel my fingers again, didn't you?"

"Maaaaaaybe I got a little too used to this during all those exams."

"Maybe I got a little too used to you during all those exams. Because I can-"

Sarah gasps as she feels Kellner's fingers shift inside her, feels them move just right, feels her press there more and more, feels- "Wait- Hold on just a sec- Please?" Sarah takes a moment to pull her husband's head down close to her. "You're sure you're okay with all this? With me and…" She trails off.

"'Course I am. We talked about this, didn't we?"

"I know, but-"

"It's okay. You don't need to worry. I'm not the jealous type, I promise." He pulls away just a little, and the way he grins reminds her why she married him in the first place. "Besides, this is super hot. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good." Sarah lays her head back in relief for a moment. "We're good."

"Alright." Kellner's fingers press gently. "And you're sure you're okay too? With us taking control like this? It's not exactly the usual medical procedure-"

"Mm-hm, yeah, I'm fine-"

"I don't want to project, is all. I know this makes me want to be tied up and teased and stretched and forced to-"

"Kelly!" Sarah snaps the doctor out of her reverie. "I know. I'm the same way. I want this too." Her voice softens a little. "I appreciate you're worried, but if you don't touch me right now I'm going to crawl out of this bed and break your fucking- Nnnnnh- Aaaaaah-" She feels her resistance dissolve at the firm, insistent pressure of the fingers inside her, all too skilled for a medical professional.

"That's it, just let it feel good." Kellner slows her movements as she hears Sarah's breathing start to shift. "The next contraction should be coming soon. When it does, I want you to hold back for me. Let it build, okay? We'll make sure you're in full-blown labor, among other reasons."

Sarah agrees with a bit of a laugh.

"Good, good. Do you want the stirrups for this?"

She nods.

It takes a moment before Dave understands Kellner's insistent look, and moves to help assist her. "Down there- Yeah, there's a latch- And the other one- There you go-" Kellner helps Sarah lift her legs into place while Dave returns to supporting her from behind. "Feel that pressure? Alright, pant for me now, just like you've practiced."

Sarah's breathing quickens more and more as she feels her belly harden, doing her best to hold back the growing fullness between her legs. "Hooooo- Hoooooo- HoooOH FUCK-"

"Shhhhhh, babe." She hears Dave's voice behind her. "Just breathe. Just breathe for me. Here, squeeze my hand if you have to." She holds his hand with a white-knuckled grip, panting frantically as she tries not to bear down. "There you go, you're doing good."

"Okay- Okay- Haaaaaa-" She does her best to focus on her breathing, focus on the fingers pressing inside her, focus on anything other than her body's more and more insistent demand to bear down right now, to force her baby out come hell or high water. Bearing down. Pushing. Hard. Yeah, that sounds good right about now. She should-

"Sarah!" Kellner's voice jolts her back to awareness. "Pant for me, girl! Pant for me!" Right, that. Sarah feels her breathing again, quick and shallow, feels Kelly pressing inside her, feels herself shudder as a thumb brushes against her clit.

"Oh God- Oh my God- Okay-" Sarah's breathing steadies as she rides out the pressure, rides out the insistent fullness deep in her hips, as she lays back and breathes and welcomes Kelly's touch inside her until the contraction tapers off.

"Good, good, that was good." She hears the voice from between her legs as the hand gripping hers momentarily tightens. "I know this is hard, but you're getting good practice letting the head come on its own. This is a slow process, we need to make sure you don't push too fast and hurt yourself."

Sarah takes deep breaths to recover between the contractions.

"There's a lot of back and forth with this, letting the head come forward to stretch you for a while, then pushing it back to give your tissues a little bit of a break."

Sarah groans softly as she feels Kellner pressing against her most sensitive spots.

"We'd be doing a lot of this even if we weren't… you know… doing it like this. It's not just random, I promise."

"Okay." Sarah's head hangs forwards. "I trust you." She catches her breath for a moment. "But-" She gasps as she feels more teasing pressure on her clit. "But this isn't enough. I can't cum like this-"

"I know." Kellner's face is stern, but not cruel. "Just relax for me, okay?" Sarah feels Dave's hand tighten around hers at the same time. Did the two of them talk about this earlier? Did they plan something she isn't-

"Okay, more pressure, just like before." Sarah's thoughts are interrupted by more tightness in her belly. "Keep breathing for me, focus on my fingers and let it all come, alright?" Sarah nods again as she starts to pant, to relax, the familiar routine to tell her body to let her baby stay inside just a little longer.

"There you go, babe." Dave whispers from behind her. "You're doing amazing. You're so beautiful like this."

"It feels like a bowling ball inside me-" She grips his hand tight as the pressure builds and builds, feeling the huge, oversized head starting to press ever so slightly outwards. "Fuck! It's too big!"

"You're okay. Let all that pressure come, let that head fill you all the way." Kellner curls her fingers in just the right way, taking Sarah to the edge of orgasm and leaving her there, her lips flushed with need and dripping with arousal even as she breathes her way through her ever-more-intense labor. "You're doing so, so good for the both of us."

"Fuck- Kelly- Please- I need-" She can't decide. 'I need to push', 'I need to cum', 'I need to stop', 'I need more', and 'I need this baby to split me open right fucking now' all float through her mind, but her breath stalls before she can pick between them. In the end, all she can do is keep breathing, quick and shallow and steady, keep holding back as she feels the pressure fade.

"I know it's hard. I'm sorry." Kellner's voice pierces through the haze as Sarah rests. "It won't be like this all the time." She manages to raise her head up in interest at that phrase. "We can stall your labor while you sleep, at least. Let you get some rest during the night."

Sarah's head falls back to the bed. That's a few hours away, at least.

"Alright. You've got this." Sarah feels her husband's hot breath on her neck as she watches her belly harden again. "Just keep breathing for me. I know you can do this."

Sarah does her best to pant through the pressure as it builds, and builds, and builds some more. "Kelly, please-" She struggles to pant as she squirms in the stirrups. "Please- Inside me- Press more-" She does everything she can to think about the hand curling inside of her, rubbing against her, rather than- "Oh fuck- Please- I can't-"

"Yes you can. You will." Kellner curls her hand some more, puts more friction on Sarah's clit to give her something else to focus on. "Let it come. Don't fight it, you're doing so good."

She grits her teeth, panting with all her might to try to keep the head in just a little longer.

"There you go, let the head come just like that, let it stretch you just a little more while we wait."

"No- No- No- Please-" She moans, she gasps, her legs shake as she grips the bed with white-knuckled intensity, but, somehow, she holds on to the end.

"There you go." She feels Dave's soft touch as the contraction subsides. "That was perfect. You did so good with that. I'm so proud of you."

Doctor Kellner glances at a monitor to her side. "Yeah, you're definitely in labor." She looks perversely excited, which she almost manages to disguise. "You've definitely been in labor for a while now, too."

"Does that- Can I push now?"

Kellner shakes her head in feigned regret. "No, not yet. Sarah, I'm sorry, but I think it'd be better if we hold off for a little while longer."

"No- But-"

"I know, it's hard. But this is a big baby you've got, even for this program, and you were pretty tight down here to start with. The more 'warmup' time we can give you, the better."

She feels a firm hand on her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed. "You'll be okay. We're here for you, I promise. We've got you. I've got you."

Sarah can't help but shiver a little at his touch, his voice. "You're so beautiful like this, while you're struggling so much." He locks eyes with her even while he presses her down to the bed. "Can you hold back a little more? For me?"

She can't stop herself. She can't help it. She feels her head dip down. Then lift up again. She's nodding. Somehow, she's agreeing to this. Why is she-

"Good girl. Gooood girl." He puts a kiss to her forehead. "I love you so much."

Oh, yeah. That's why. She almost doesn't notice as her breath starts to quicken again.

"Here you go, that's it." He watches her belly harden more and more. "Can you feel that pressure?"

Sarah grips his hand as she starts to pant.

"Can you feel those fingers pressed inside you?"

She does her best to hold on tight before Kellner's movements make her twitch a little.

"Can you feel that huge head filling you up so much inside?"

She rolls her head to the side as she struggles.

"And, can you feel how much that head wants to be out of you? How much your body is just begging you to bear down as hard as you can?"

All she can do is keep panting again and again, struggling at her limit to focus on her breathing, on Kelly's fingers inside of her, on anything other than how much she wants to push with all her might and scream this head out of her. It feels like a minor miracle that she's able to hold back, gritting her teeth and clinging to the bed for dear life until she feels the tight grip on her midsection start to release.

"You're- Evil-" Sarah struggles to catch her breath as she glares up at her husband. "And you-" She fixes her gaze between her legs. "Aren't helping either."

"Sorry, sorry." Dave gives her a placating look as she recovers. "I won't be mean like that anymore. Besides, it's really supposed to be Kellner's show until she has to leave."

"Mm-hm. And I'll help you hold back until I'm- I mean, until you're ready to push."

"Here, I can help you with that." Dave helps untie Sarah's hospital gown, at this point already starting to soak through with sweat as she leans forward. She lays back on the bed, now totally undressed as her over-filled breasts heave with each breath.

"Okay, okay." Sarah settles herself back on the bed. "More pressure. I can do this. Just pant through it. Just pant through it."

She squirms on the bed when the pressure builds again, panting and struggling her way through the contraction, fighting hard to deny her body's desperate urge to give birth. They keep her like that through the next contraction, and the next, until she starts to lose count as she's teased and praised and denied while the head of her baby sits just behind her lips, demanding again and again to come into the world. She holds back as long as she can, while Kellner's all-too-skilled fingers and tongue touch all the right places in all the wrong ways, while her husband's steady embrace from behind gives her the strength to go on. They keep her panting through contraction after contraction until she's left wide-eyed and desperate, moaning and squirming under their combined touch.

"Alright, I think you've had enough for now." Kellner gives Sarah a sympathetic look. Not that it hasn't been a pure joy to watch her struggling so much, but everyone has their limit and it looks like Sarah is starting to reach hers. "You've done so good holding back for us, that was perfect. We can start to work on getting the head out now."

A look of absolute relief spreads across Sarah's face.

"You can start pushing with the next contraction, okay?" Kellner pulls out her fingers - now dripping with wetness - and poises her hands on Sarah's lips, bulging hugely with the head inside, flushed and glistening with moisture, parted just enough to show off a fat teardrop of dark hair with her stiff, ready clit peeking out the top.

"Wait-" It takes Sarah a moment to realize the omission. "You didn't- You haven't- I didn't get to cum…"

"No, Sarah, not yet. I need you to do some pushing for me first. I'll keep my hands down here just in case, but I want every bit of that work to go into helping you stretch down here, okay? Give me long, hard pushes, to really get this head moving."

"There's- There's another one coming."

"Alright. You'll be okay, we're both here with you." Doctor Kellner turns to Dave. "Can you help me adjust these stirrups? That's it, like that- Wider- Even wider- Keep going-" She watches Sarah carefully, until a wince starts to cross her face. "Come on- Liiiiittle more- There we go."

"Here, give me your hands." Dave settles himself back behind Sarah, holding her arms tight behind her as her breathing starts to deepen.

"Oh fuck- Okay- Oh fuck- Here it comes-"

"Perfect, let it all come. Put it all right down here, right where you can feel my fingers. All of it, I need you to give me the hardest push you can. It's going to burn so bad, but I know you're strong, I know you can do this for me. Take all that pressure and give me a hard, hard push."

"Nnnnnn- Fuck- Rrrrrrr-" Sarah curls forward and bears down, and Kellner watches the dark slit between her legs start to slowly spread wider.

"Good, good, come on-"

"Nnnnnng- GhhhhhHAAAAAA-"

"And breathe, come on, breathe for me-"

"Oh God- It burns- Oh God-"

"And push again, right down here-"

"HAAAAAAAAA- AAAAAAAAH- FUCK-"

"All the way, come on, all the way to the end-"

"Nnnnnnnnha- Haaaaaa-"

"There you go, that's it, go ahead and rest now."

Sarah gasps for air as she falls back onto the bed, trembling just a little as she feels the head start to ease back inside her. "Oh fuck…" Sarah reaches a trembling hand down between her legs. "Fuck, that's huge-" She probes at the bulge between her legs. "Did the head even move?" She lets out a sigh as her fingers start to graze across her clit.

"Mm-hm. I saw it." Kellner gently moves Sarah's hand back to her thigh. "It's just a big head, that's all." She puts a finger of her own to Sarah's clit, thrilling at the sight of her quiet frustration. "I know it's hard, but you need to really stretch right now." Her finger rubs a gentle circle on her clit just once, drawing out a soft moan of pleasure, then a softer whine of need.

"Kelly- Please-" Sarah's clit is stiff and eager under the sparing, teasing touch. "I need more-" Sarah can feel her need building and building, even more so now as she feels the head starting to stretch her.

"Give me some hard pushes first, Sarah. You can feel the next one coming, right? Good. Push right into here for me again- That's it, perrrrrfect-"

Sarah pulls her chin to her chest and bears down again, gripping tightly to her husband's hand as she feels her opening start to burn even more. "Nnnnnnnnn- Nnnnnnng-"

"There you go, come on, show me that head-" Kellner spreads her labia gently with her fingers as she bears down. "Push hard for me."

"Nnnnnn- Aaaaaaah- Fuck, it burns!"

"I know, you're okay, you're stretching so good. Push one more time for me now."

"HNNNN- NNNG- GHHHH-"

"Perfect, open niiiice and wide- Little more, come on-"

"GAAAAAH- HAAAAAA-"

"That's it, good, you can rest now."

Sarah falls back against her husband, gasping for air as she lays against his chest. She can feel a dark oval of hair peeking out between her lips, the fierce burn slowly fading as her tight opening starts to pull the head back inside her.

"That's it! You're doing it! That's your baby coming down!" Kellner can't keep the excitement out of her voice as she guides Sarah's hand down to feel.

"Haaaah- God, that's big-"

"Mmm-hm. You're opening up so good though, don't worry." Kellner presses again on Sarah's clit, drawing out another moan. Sarah squirms as she bears down again, but Kellner doesn't pull back, pressing, stroking with her fingers as Sarah twitches beneath her. The head grinds its way forward, parting Sarah's lips, making her burn just a little bit more with each passing moment.

"Kelly- Nnnnh- I can't-" Sarah gasps at the intense sensation, dragging her right to the edge before she feels Kellner finally relent. "I was so close-"

"I know. That'll be soon. Push hard with this next one okay? Really show me that head."

Sarah nods, mustering as much confidence as she can as she feels her belly hardening again. She feels Kellner's fingers tracing almost reverently along her lips before she tucks in her chin and bears down hard, pushing as much as she can as she feels her body urging her on, stretching more and more as that huge, hard bulge comes forward between her legs.

"That's it, perfect! Spread those lips for me!"

She bears down again, feeling herself burn more and more as she struggles with the huge size of her baby. Kellner's fingers trace along her lips as she watches the head move forward bit by bit, fighting for every inch of progress as she feels her tight opening spreading wider and wider.

"Good, good. Stretch for me, Sarah, stretch niiiice and wide, there you go."

It feels unstoppable, inexorable, as the hard, bulging dome forces its way downward between her legs, the burn growing fiercer and fiercer even as she can't help but add fuel to the fire, can't help herself from bearing down hard, her legs starting to shake as each moment of effort makes her struggle just that much worse. "Kelly- It's too much- I can't-"

She's cut off by another moan as she feels Kellner's pressure on her clit. "Shhhhhh. Yes you can. Yes you can. Push one more time for me, okay? One more hard push, that's all."

She couldn't hold back even if she wanted to as she drives the head forward again, as she feels herself stretch farther and farther, as she grabs onto her husband for support, as she grits her teeth and bears down with everything she has, as she cries out in pain feeling her baby force her open even more. She can feel Kellner's fingers pressing right where she's most sensitive, bringing her closer, closer, even as she struggles to hold it together feeling the fire between her legs.

I know, I know. I need more, Sarah, I need even more of that burn from you. With this next one, I need you to put your chin to your chest and push with everything you have, okay?

Sarah can't help it, she can feel Kellner's merciless touch, feel the steady, expert friction on her clit, dragging right to the edge and pausing to hold her there as she gives in to her body, as she pulls back her legs and shakes and screams and forces her lips to spread wider and wider, stretching open unbearably far for her baby. She cries out again, at the huge size of the thing she's struggling to push out, that she's spent the last year growing inside her, bigger and bigger, to the razor's edge of what she can fit through her body. She lays back in utter surrender to the fire between her legs, to the terrible pressure deep in her hips, to her body's endless need to push and push- she throws her head back and cries out again as Kellner finally lets her tip over the edge, as she forces her baby down with all her might, as she gives everything she has to feel even more of that stretch before her orgasm ends, as she holds on to her husband for dear life, shuddering and pushing and gasping her way through the last of her contraction.

"There you go. I've got you." Dave holds her from behind as she recovers her breath, pressing her head back against his chest as she comes down from pleasure and pain. "You're okay. You did so good there."

Kellner sits with them a moment, just being there in case Sarah needs her. She watches as her breathing stills, as Dave slowly coaxes her head out from the cradle of his arms. However, much as she'd love to stay like this forever, there are still other patients at this hospital. "Will you two be okay to take care of things yourselves for a while?"

Dave confirms he does, and Sarah gives a thumbs-up with an arm that wavers only a little.

"Alright, I should be able to check on you again in a couple of hours." She glances backward as she makes her way out of the room. "I know I'll be looking forward to it."

Later that morning:

"That's it, come on, push for me."

Sarah hauls back her legs and bears down, red-faced and grunting with the effort as she feels her lips start to burn again, as she feels the head come forward once more. She holds the push as she feels herself spreading apart, a dark oval of hair growing slowly wider and wider, stretching her opening more and more until she feels the head press up against a hard barrier between her legs.

"You're okay, I've got it. Just push."

Sarah gasps for breath before pulling her legs back again, putting just as much into this effort as the last as she feels the head press against the unyielding obstacle of her husband's hands. The head doesn't move even at the peak of her exertion, while she grits her teeth and curls around her belly, giving in fully to the unbearable pressure between her hips. The huge mass of her baby stays stuck firmly in place, but she's long past caring at this point.

"That was so good." Dave watches the head slowly start to recede as Sarah lets herself fall back onto the bed. "You're doing so good. Do you want to slow this down some?"

"No, I just- I need to push right now. Hard."

"Alright, then. Push all you need to, I'll be here." He starts to massage her lips gently with his fingers, and a satisfied smile starts to spread across her face.

"Ohhhhhh, thank youuuu…" Sarah starts to relax back against the pillows. "That's- Yesssssss, right theeeeeeere-" She throws her head back as his fingers drift towards her clit, rubbing slowly to "help her relax" even more. She closes her eyes and breathes deep, letting herself float for just a moment, until-

"Next one?" Dave watches her face start to shift.

"Mm-hm." Sarah grips behind her knees. "Can you get ready?" She feels his hands cup over her opening. "Okay- Nnnn- Gaaaaah- FUCK-" Sarah feels the pressure build and build, feels the huge mass inside sliding down just a little, tucks in her chin to bear down once again.

"Perfect, perfect. Pushing so hard for me."

The burn between her legs grows quickly, as the head forces her lips wider and wider, stretches her more and more before Dave presses his hands to hold it there. She feels a thrill inside her as she feels the head stopped in its tracks- something inside her wants her to bear down even more as she knows the head won't move.

"Good, come on, that's so good. Let it all out for me."

Sarah pushes again, with everything she can give. She feels the head sitting between her legs, feels the unbearable, unimaginable fullness that only a three-months-overdue child can bring. She pulls her legs wide and pushes and pushes, shoving every bit of that fullness down and out against his hands, struggling again and again to try to bring her child into the world against the unyielding barrier keeping it inside her. She keeps up the futile effort until the contraction ends, gasping for breath as she lets her legs fall back down.

"That was just perfect, you did so good there." His fingers find her clit again, as she lays back to rest.

"Mmmmm- Keep doing that- Please."

He keeps up the pressure as he watches the head slowly recede. "Did I ever tell you how much I love watching you push?"

"You have. Multiple times." Still, her mouth twitches into a smile.

"Well, I'm going to tell you again anyways." He steps up the pressure on her clit, and hears Sarah let out a small gasp. "I just can't get enough of it. Seeing how hard you're working. Especially when we're holding the head in like this." He can't help but grin at that.

"I knowwwww- Nnnh-" Her breathing starts to shift as she feels pleasure building in her core. "Why do you think I've been pushing so hard?"

"Are you close?"

"I'll have to push first."

"Alright." His fingers still yet again, and Sarah stops herself from letting out a quiet whine of disappointment. "Push hard for me. Show me how much you want this head to come."

Sarah pulls back her legs, breathing deep and preparing to-

"And don't worry. I'll help you feel good too."

"Oh FUCK-" Sarah cries out as she feels his lips close over her clit. "Okay- Nnnh- FUCK- Just- PUSH-" Sarah writhes slightly in the bed as she feels the burn between her legs, feels her baby stretch her lips, feels herself getting closer and closer, making every other sensation just that much more intense. "Oh, God- I can't-" She has to. She can. She pushes again, feeling his tongue grinding against her clit, shoving her baby down against his hands over her entrance. She's so close, bearing down with everything she has, when she feels the head shift just a little. When she feels herself slowly, so slowly being forced open even more, when she feels the burning, stretching between her legs spike to a fresh, urgent intensity. The new, bright pain tips her over the edge, makes her cum, hard and sudden, severs her last vestiges of control as she gives in more than she thought possible, bearing down with wild, uncontrolled, furious effort. She screams again and again as she calls on every fiber of her being to struggle and fight and push to try to force her child out into the world. Her legs shake and her vision narrows, her thoughts recede to pressure, stretching, pushing again and again as she feels the head stonewalled against her husband's hands, feels his gentle tongue still lapping at her clit. She keeps up her titanic, desperate effort until the last traces of her contraction fade. For all of her struggle, though, she feels the head start to recede once again when she finally lays back on the bed.

Sarah feels a presence detach itself from the foot of the bed and press itself to her side. She feels a hand entwine in hers, feels her head tucked underneath a chin, pressed against a warm chest. "You okay?" The voice rumbles in her ears.

She takes a few deep breaths before answering. "Mm-hm." She tries to look upward for a moment before tucking her head back where it feels warm and safe.

"Good. Good. You did so good there, that was amazing."

After a little bit, Sarah regains some awareness. "You let the head out more? When I was pushing?"

"Yeah." The voice sounds a little sheepish.

"I thought Kelly said not to do that."

"Yeah. It was only a little, though. And, she also said to have fun with this, didn't she? I figured that took precedence."

"God. You-" She tries to throw a weak punch with her free arm, but it doesn't connect.

"We did talk about all this, don't worry. You'll be okay. I promise."

"Okay."

The two of them hold each other close, the silence lasting until the cramping in her belly reminds Sarah that she's still in labor. "I think- I think I'll take this slow for a while now."

"Alright, just do what you need to." He moves back to the end of the bed. "I'll be right here with you."

#birth kink #birth denial #fpreg #my own writing #two stage pregnancy

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riftdancing · 3 months

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☀️

Asking myself seriously...

Do I really have the room, time, and effort/drive for a fourth main girl...?

🌊

#I'm considering bringing back an old muse #some of you will remember her #i haven't written her in a lonnng time #but I'm suddenly over flowing with muse for her #she'd give me a lot to catch up on if I'm going to get her ready in time for dawntrail...#hmmm #I'll answer this after i sleep #🌴

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Imagine jealous!sharon want to get you out of the way so she can be with Bucky…

She hurts you (even it’s like a bruise) and Bucky begins to be so protective of you 🥺🥵

ABSOLUTELY.

I'm imaging this with a soft sweet reader and fuckboi Bucky. Hear me out, okay.

He's not looking for a relationship at all, finally feeling a sense of freedom after getting a bit of himself back. He's so flirty with everyone, so charming, he knows he can get whoever he wants.

He fucks.

A lot.

Sharon eats it up, loving the smirks he gives her, his playful baby blue eyes always sparkling. She loves the naughty way he bites his lip and don't even get her started on how gorgeous he is when he works out shirtless. His Brooklyn accent comes out when he calls her darlin' and it makes her weak in the knees.

There's just one issue.

The looks he gives Sharon aren't special. She's not the only one he calls darlin', even the old lady at the coffee shop shares the same pet name. Bucky can't help the little smirks he tosses around to others, flirty compliments naturally falling from his lips. He's a bit of a heart breaker but it's who he is.

That's just Bucky.

That's Bucky with everyone else.

Then there's Bucky with you.

The quite lab assistant who worked at the compound.

He didn't have it in him to playfully flirt with you when you asked about his day. He actually liked talking to you, finding any excuse under the sun to keep the conversation going, poking at the little nick knacks you have on your desk so he doesn't have to leave so quickly.

Sharon hates the way he looks at you. Whenever he's around you, he looks at you with puppy eyes as if he's wondering how someone so sweet could possibly exist. She catches onto the way he's not the same with you as he is with others. He's called everyone in passing darlin' with a drawl of his voice but you're his doll. He's never used that with anyone else. That's reserved just for you.

She can't stand it.

At first she tries to pick you apart in subtle ways' maybe you'd finally realize you had no business talking to someone like Bucky.

"You're so pretty even though you wear glasses"

"Don't worry, that dress would still look good on your body type, its meant to suit everyone"

"I wish I was as brave as you to wear that! I'd love to have that much confidence but I could never"

She smiled sweetly while you pulled your lab coat closer together, clutching it tightly in your hand. Your heart sank to your stomach. You'd worn one of your favorite dresses, one many others had always said you looked perfect in but some how Sharon made you doubt that, despite her sugary smile.

Then she took it a step further to make sure you were more isolated, insisting you'd be uninterested in plans when the team wanted to go out. Purposely giving you extra work when they had drinks together. Anything to keep you sad and holed away in your lab while she kept Bucky all to herself.

She'd do anything to get rid of you.

She was almost certain everything was going accordingly to plan, inching closer and closer to Bucky during a movie night until she was pressed against him, sharing his blanket. Not that Bucky noticed since he was more distracted over the fact that Sam was also squished against him on the other side of the small couch. Sam was also buried under the now too hot blanket, his deep snores irrupting the movie having fell asleep on Bucky's shoulder.

"Damn bird brain" Bucky huffed, ignoring the fact that he pushed Sharon off while reluctantly adjusting himself so Sam's head wouldn't slip, shaking his head when Sam grumbled, trying to snuggle into Bucky more.

"Bet you wish that was y/n, huh" Tony wiggled his eyebrows and much to Sharon's distain, Bucky blushed. Not did he deny it.

It didn't matter though. She'd find a way to get Bucky's attention, it wasn't like you were real competition anyways. She figured you'd have the sense to like someone better suited for you, someone in your league, definitely not the very handsome Sergeant.

That was until she found out you had a crush on the super soldier yourself. You'd let it slip out during a conversation with Nat, not realizing there was someone near the lab. Sharon didn't think you actually had a chance with Bucky but it didn't matter.

At this point she didn't care about what it took.

She was sick of the way Bucky was soft over you.

So she took a more direct approach.

"Y'know, I heard someone has a little crush on a certain super soldier" Sharon smirked, wandering to your table, tinkering with one of your tools while you looked at her like a deer caught in head lights.

How did she know?!"

"I-I don't-

"Oh please y/n, everyone knows" the blonde rolled her eyes at your gaping mouth before continuing, "I just thought I should let you know that he's not interested"

You felt like you had been punched in the stomach, the hurt expression on your face made her satisfied,.

"Oh" Was all you mustered out, embarrassed beyond belief while she shrugged. You blinked back tears while Sharon squeezed your shoulder out of faux concern, handing you a tissue.

"I'm so sorry, honestly I just thought you should know because he likes me. And I like him. So it would be best for you to move on, because were seeing each other" It didn't matter if it was a lie because she intended on making it real soon enough.

From that day, you avoided everyone in the compound like the plague, throwing yourself into work, feeling ridiculous for having even thought of Bucky that way. Of course he'd never go for someone like you, you should've known that from the start.

Sharon's plan was short lived after she overheard Bucky worriedly asking Tony about where you'd been all week since he hadn't seen you. After some endless teasing, Tony reassured him you were fine and just busy with lab work, not knowing the true reason as to why you'd overloaded yourself.

Sharon despised the pink that decorated Bucky's cheeks whenever someone said your name.

She hated that she'd seen him walking by the lab hallway in search of you.

She'd do anything to end all of this.

Including hurt you.

You made your way down to the gym hoping to sweat some of your unrequited feelings away, putting on your headphones before hopping on the treadmill. Sharon walked in moments later, blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her toned body on full display in nothing but a sports bra and some tiny shorts.

You felt even worse.

You tried to stay hidden, deciding 15 minutes would be enough, though your escape was cut short with Sharon caught your arm just as you were about to leave.

"How about we spar for a bit" She smiled sweetly, giggling at your confused expression. You'd never sparred in your life, in fact this was probably the third time you'd even used the gym the entire time you'd lived at the compound.

"Sharon, I-I don't think that's a good idea, I've never-

She cut you off, dragging you to the mat, practically shoving you to the middle with more force than necessary.

"It's fine! I mean, it's good for you to learn since you work here n'all C'mon, I'll help you and show you what to do" Before you could say anything, Sharon had flipped you onto the mat, twisting your arm behind your back without warning. You gasped in pain as she gripped harder, pulling further up your back until she heard your joints crack.

"Let-let go" You winced out, confused over what part of sparring this was, your body hitting the floor when she released her grip.

"Ops" Sharon pouted with faux innocence, taking a long sip from her water while you hissed in pain, seeing the formation of a bruise already forming on your arm.

"SHARON"

Sharon squeaked in surprised at the loud voice that boomed through the gym, bouncing off the walls. Her eyes shot up to see a very angry super solder making his way over to the mat, eyes darkening as they landed to your injured form on the ground.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"Bucky, we were just-

"Don't" Bucky growled through gritted teeth, rushing over to your side, and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Angel, are you okay?" He cupped your cheek, helping you to your feet and taking your hand in his, examining it with the utmost care. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"M'all right" You nodded, your face heating up under his gaze, still a little shaken, your body trembling.

"How the fuck could you hurt her" Bucky spat, his metal hand clenched to his side, itching to punch Sharon in the jaw, having seen what she had just done but he didn't want to deal with the mess that would come afterwards. "The hell did you do that for"

"Excuse me? I was just showing her how to-"

Bucky's jaw clenched, instantly shutting her up. He refused to let go of you, keeping you firmly tucked into his side, growing unbelievably protective over you.

"Fine, go ahead, I'm sure she's different from all your other little side pieces" Sharon scoffed, smirking at the way your face fell. Bucky felt like he'd been hit in the chest; you were far more than any of his hook ups and he'd never considered treating you that way.

"You. Don't. Touch. Her" He glared her at before walking off with you. After the incident, Bucky insisted you go to the doctors to get checked over, waiting outside of the room like a kicked puppy. He couldn't help but feel guilty that all this had happened because of him. He also wondered that you thought.

Did you think he'd just use you for one night?

He would never.

He knew he wasn't into dating. He gave up on the dream of getting married, having kids, all that years ago. But that was before he met you. Ever since you'd thrown him a shy smile along with the softest hello Sergeant Barnes, Bucky had been a goner.

If his feelings were was bad before, it was even worse now.

You were told to ice your arm for the pain and swelling. Bucky had swept you away right to the kitchen, despite you telling him you'd be fine, plopping you onto the kitchen island wrapping an ice pack in a towel. He held it to your arm, frowning at the way you refused to look at him, your face downcast to the floor.

"Doll?" Bucky wrapped his arms around you for a comforting hug, wondering if the altercating with Sharon was still upsetting you, "Are you okay sweets? I missed you, haven't seen you in ages"

"I-I'm fine, I'm sorry" You pulled away from his arms, remembering Sharon's words from earlier, instantly missing the warmth of his body. "I know you don't feel the same way Bucky" You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

Bucky blinked in confusion, having no idea what you were talking about. What did he not feel the same way over.

"What do you mean y/n"

"I mean I like you-but I know you don't like me that way so I kept myself busy so I wouldn't bother you because Sharon said-

"Wait, slow down, what did Sharon say"

You sighed before recounting all the things that had lead to this moment, Sharon insulting you, then telling you to back off, to straight up fighting you.

"Oh doll" Bucky shook his head, feeling worse over what had happened but over the moon over your confessed feelings, "She's right you know," He teased at the pout that made it's way to your lips before playfully pecking them, catching you by surprise.

"I don't do relationships. Certainly never had before. That was before I met the sweetest thing in the world and she's had my heart since" Bucky whispered, his hands, one warm, one cool cupping your cheeks, "She has me dreamin' of sayin' I do and that white picket fence, a ring on her finger, a pretty little baby bump with flowers on the window sill. Maybe a baby boy n' a baby girl. Maybe even a cat. She's the cutest little lab assistance and I'd love for her to be my girl, sweets"

Bucky held your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing over your warm cheeks while you grew bashfully shy, burying your face into his chest instead, making him chuckle.

"I didn't think you were the relationship type" You shrugged, toying with his dog tags, "I'm not you're darlin' Bucky"

"That's cause you're my doll" Bucky tilted your face up making you look up at him, his lips pressing the softest kiss to your nose and then your lips. "My one and only doll"

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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Steve's only 25 when it all catches up to him.

It starts off small, things people wouldn't even be able to tell is an early sign of something wrong. Misplacing keys, forgetting which day he has his shifts, what time he's supposed to get Robin. Robin notices though.

Robin knows Steve always keeps his keys on the hook next to Eddie's by the front door, that's where he always finds them, he's not misplacing the keys, he's forgetting the hook exists.

Robin knows Steve has the same shifts every week, they never change because they line up with Eddie's at the record store nearby. Robin knows Steve isn't forgetting what time he's supposed to pick Robin up, he's forgetting Robin moved away a few months ago after she graduated college.

Robin keeps noticing when the kids start calling her because the little things are becoming big things.

Robin notices when Dustin calls and tells her Steve thought he and Suzie were back together, "Like how crazy is that we broke up two years ago, I don't think I've even mentioned her lately."

Robin notices when Lucas calls and tells her Steve asked when his next game was, "The season ended months ago, he came to the finals."

Robin notices when Max calls and whispers softly, "He asked to take me to the skatepark, Robin, I told him I had to help mum. He's forgotten I'm blind Robin."

Robin wished she'd noticed sooner, maybe years ago when Steve was getting knocked around a lot. She wished she'd screamed in the face of those Russians to take her instead. She wished a lot of things when Eddie called her.

"He's in hospital, Birdie, he collapsed at work."

Robin is back in Chicago for the first time since she graduated. She wished she'd visited sooner.

"Do you think the feds are gonna let me go soon, Robbie? I mean it usually doesn't take this long for them to bring me the NDAs."

Robin hopes Steve doesn't notice her eyes going glossy as she runs her fingers through his hair, "Don't worry Stevie, I'm sure they'll be in soon, Dusty is probs just arguing over something in his."

"At least he isn't having to explain he raised a demodog. Did I ever tell you about that Robbie?"

Robin smiles softly, "Yeah but tell me again, don't want to forget any of it."

Eddie gives Robin the gist of what the doctors said, Eddie didn't understand much, a lot of technical words and shit. Too many concussions, more than they knew about most likely. They say it'll probably get worse with no timeframe of how quickly it'll happen, there might be good days, there will be a lot of bad days.

The first bad day comes a week later. Steve barely remembers Eddie, trapped in a time when Eddie was just the kids DM. Eddie sobs in the corridor in Robin's arms. The next day it's like nothing happened and Steve gets discharged. They tell Steve, this time Eddie is the one to comfort him.

"I don't want to forget you Eds."

"It's okay if you do, sweetheart, I'll still be here."

It's Robins idea to start writing everything down. Eddie, Nancy and the kids all help. Filling journals upon journals of stories and pictures of Steve's life to help on the bad days. Steve has to quit his job, Robin moves back to Chicago, they make it work.

On bad days depending on how far back Steve is Dustin or Robin or Eddie will read through the books with him, filling in the gaps of what he needs. On the worst days, Eddie leaves the pile of journals on the bed with a note and waits downstairs to see if Steve will join him later.

They make it work for a few years. Steve celebrates his 30th birthday with perfect clarity. He writes himself an entry in the journal next to a big group picture with Steve and Eddie's matching rings showing.

That July, over a decade since Starcourt, Steve is in hospital again. He'd collapsed at breakfast. Eddie had thought it was going to be one of their good days, Steve had woken up fine, all his memories in tact if a little fuzzy. He'd made them coffee and giggled at Eddie's singing while he made them eggs and just like that it all came crashing down.

Steve's brain is shutting down. They don't know if he'll make it past Christmas. There's more bad days after that. More days with books left on the bed. Most days Steve doesn't even come downstairs. On the good days, Eddie always calls off work. He'd rather be fired than miss a single second of Steve smiling at him like he does, so full of love.

They have Christmas, the whole family comes, they have to bring every chair from around the house and squish in around the table just to fit but it's perfect. Steve sits between Robin and Eddie, face bright and full of love and life. Everyone gives him the tightest hug as the night closes, all lingering, afraid of letting go.

"I love you, dingus."

"I love you too, Robbie."

Later, upstairs in their room, Steve and Eddie go through all the journals, laughing softly at each little note the kids have left. Steve writes his little journal entry, a tradition of good days, and curls into Eddie's arm whispering soft loving words to each other before falling asleep.

Steve never wakes up.

The funeral happens shortly after, all of the family is still in town. Robin holds Eddie afterwards as they go through the journals together. When they get to the last page, they struggle not to smudge the ink with their tears.

Dear Eds and Robbie,

I don't know how many more good days I'm going to get so I'm leaving this here for you now. I love you both so much, you're equally my soulmates and I want you two to look after each other while I'm gone.

Robs, go travelling with Nancy, ok? Thank you for looking after me all these years but it's time for you to go look after yourself. Go see the world for me, tell me all about it wherever I am when you get back.

Eddie, I'm sorry we didn't get as much time as we hoped, I hope you know that even just a day with you has been worth a lifetime with anyone else. Go follow your dreams, write music, perform, show the world how amazing I know you are. I give you full permission to fall in love with whoever you meet along the way, I don't want either of you guys to be alone.

Thank you for giving me a life worth remembering.

Your Dingus,

Stevie

#omfg i sobbed writing this im sorry #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #st4 #steddie #stobin #robin buckely #angst #poor steve #concussions #memory loss #fuck i actually cried so much omfg #ficlet #major character death #tw major character death #tw death

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barcaatthemoon · 6 days

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unlucky || alessia russo x reader ||

alessia gets sick and has to miss out on the conti cup final, bringing up some feelings for both of you.

one thing you had learned early on about alessia was that she was not as slick as she thought. you had noticed alessia coming down with whatever was going around the training grounds just a couple days before the game. the conti cup final was a big deal, and alessia wanted so badly to win with arsenal, but you knew that wasn't going to happen.

arsenal's chances were good, but there was no way that alessia was making it to the game. she had been bedridden the day before with a migrane and a fever. alessia played it off like a minor headache, but you could hear the whimpers whenever she thought you weren't paying attention.

that morning, alessia had gotten out of bed and dressed herself up for the game. she had nearly managed to make it out of the apartment without waking you up. the crash in the living room from alessia tripping over herself was more than enough to have you running into the living room. you weren't exactly surprised to find alessia sitting on the floor, but you were definitely disappointed.

"come on, back to bed with you." you reached out to help her up onto her feet. alessia looked utterly miserable as you dragged her back into the bedroom. "what were you thinking less? you're still burning up!"

"i've got a game, and it's an important one," alessia told you. "i can't miss this, it's the final."

"you don't have a choice, and neither do i. if you really want to go, we can watch and support our friends, but you aren't playing," you told her. alessia pouted as she settled back in the bed with you. as much as you wanted her to get better, you were somewhat grateful that she was still too sick to really argue with you.

alessia was fairly quick to fall back sleep, still dressed in her kit. you usually loved watching alessia sleep, but this wasn't the same. alessia tossed and turned in bed, never quite able to get comfortable. your heart ached for her, knowing that the look on her unconscious face wasn't just because of her illness.

winning with arsenal was a big deal to alessia. she wanted to hold that trophy up for the gunners alongside her team. it was all alessia had been talking about since she signed. the season had gone well, even if there had been quite a few wrenches thrown into the plan. each of those times, alessia had been the picture of optimistic, but today she seemed utterly defeated.

"hey, how are you feeling lovely?" you asked alessia as she started to wake up. she sounded a lot less congested, but you weren't going to suggest going to the game for her. if she felt up to it, you were sure that she'd say something to you.

"i feel like everything i've worked towards doesn't matter," alessia grumbled. you sighed as you turned onto your stomach. the look on alessia's face was even worse now that she was awake. you didn't think that you had seen her look so upset since the world cup final. "i don't get it. i work so hard all of the time. why can't i catch a fucking break?"

"lessi, baby," you sighed. you tried to move in to comfort her, but alessia slipped out of bed. "come back to bed, please. talk to me, i don't want you to shut down, please."

"no, i can't right now. just, please, give me a few minutes to myself. i'm going for a walk," alessia said. you watched as she put a hoodie on to cover up her jersey. it was hard to watch alessia just walk out like that, but you knew that you had to give her space. she didn't ask for it often, and you knew better than to try and get close when she resorted to that.

you tried to stay in the bedroom, but you couldn't just sit there and wait for her all afternoon. it was hard, but you managed to get through most of your afternoon with alessia gone. she had sent you a couple of texts promising that she'd be fine, but that didn't stop your worrying. it didn't help that alessia's walk out turned into a pint before she made her way to the stadium to watch the game.

a part of you wanted to go and support your club, but you stayed in the apartment. you felt like alessia's bad luck was all your fault. the only times in the decade that you'd known her that she had gotten like this was after the two of you had begun seeing each other. it was like every single loss in alessia's life was your fault. she had hit a string of bad luck, and you were at the center of it.

sometime during the game, you had pulled out a few bottles of alcohol from the fridge. by the end of the game, you were definitely way past tipsy. you laid your head down, prepared to rest for a moment before you called the girls to congratulate them. instead, you completely passed out, only to wake up to alessia carrying you back into the bedroom in the middle of the night.

"less?" you cracked your eyes open. your head was killing you already, as if the alcohol had worn off just enough to give you a taste of what you'd get in the morning. "what time is it?"

"it's just a bit past 10. sorry that i stayed out so long," alessia apologized. she laid you down in the bed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "the girls missed you in the locker room. katie tried to facetime you, she thought something was wrong."

"something is wrong, and it's all my fault. i'm like your little bad luck charm," you mumbled. you never would have said that sober, and alessia tried not to think about how long you had felt that way. "all the bad things happen because of me, and i'm sorry. you should leave me, find yourself a lucky girl because i'm like a goddamn black cat."

"i don't want a lucky girl. i don't think you're unlucky at all, not one bit," alessia told you. she pressed a kiss to the top of your head as the two of you settled down comfortably. you knew that it'd only be for a moment, but you were happy in her arms. "you didn't get me sick. in fact, you took off from your recovery to help me get better today. any time that i need something, you practically trip over yourself to get it for me."

"excuse me, but we are not all as clumsy as you, ma'am," you joked. alessia shoved your shoulder as you laughed at your own joke. "i'd do anything for you. missing today hurt me too, but i'm glad that you went to watch the game instead of getting drunk like me."

"oh my god, i'm an idiot!" alessia exclaimed. you flinched at the sudden shouting fit, which alessia quietly apologized for as she gave you a quick squeeze.

"i don't think you're an idiot, less." you leaned up to press a kiss to her cheek.

"you're injured. you've been injured for months now, and i miss one game because of a cold and i bitch all about it. i'm so sorry, i didn't even think about your feelings. how could i be so inconsiderate?" alessia looked like she was about to cry as she came to the realization that she had moped around for most of the day with you. you had gotten used to knowing that you'd miss things because of your injury, and alessia was always painfully careful about the things she chose to celebrate.

"don't beat yourself up, it's fine. i knew when i went down that it wasn't going to be on the six weeks side of things. this was big for you, and it was your dream to win with arsenal. you had to sit out on this game, but by this time next year, you won't remember how bad it felt when you're scoring hat tricks left and right," you said. alessia smiled, and you knew that she was thinking about that feeling. "but before you can do any of that, you've got to rest and get better."

"i don't know what i'd do without you sometimes," alessia admitted. she felt a bit foolish about how she had acted earlier, even if you repeatedly let her know that her feelings were valid.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader

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niyunnie · 4 months

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how they react to seeing that you got hurt on an expedition ──❅ cryo edition

❆ · ※ ─── CHARACTERS; all cryo characters !! (minus aloy, diona, and qiqi) ❆ · ※ ─── romantic content, very brief and undescriptive injury mention, gender neutral

𓆩⟡𓆪 CHARLOTTE

࿐ "Oh, dear.." She'd mumble upon seeing all the scratches and bruises that litter your body. ࿐ She'd immediately grab a med kit, using adhesive wipes to clean your wounds. It'd sting, but she'd assure you while she does so. ࿐ She bandages them up, giving your body a final examination before letting you off. ࿐ She leaves a small kiss on your forehead before asking, "..You don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to, but.. Was it a scoop?"

𓆩⟡𓆪 CHONGYUN

࿐ He's immediately worried. "What happened? Did someone do this to you? Do you need to go to Bubu Pharmacy?" ࿐ His hands shake as he lets his hands trail your wounds, just to see how bad they are. You hiss at the pressure, and he immediately pulls away with small apologies. ࿐ He'd patch you up, and then treat you extra well. He'd make you something good to eat, massage your sore muscles from the expedition, and although he isn't too keen on being affectionate because of his condition, he does it anyway to make you feel better ࿐ "Is... Is this okay? I'm not being too much, am I..?"

𓆩⟡𓆪 EULA

࿐ "The Adventures Guild needs to stop giving you more than you can handle.." She'd mumble menacing words about them as she patches you up. ࿐ She seems mad, and it makes you worry she's mad at you, (when she's really just mad at the Guild). ࿐ When you ask, she sighs tiredly and shakes her head, playing with your hair soothingly. "Of course not, darling.. But you need to learn to say no more." ࿐ She very much believes you're being taken advantage of, but it's okay. She loves you regardless.

𓆩⟡𓆪 FREMINET

࿐ Internally he's very panicked, but he tries not to show it. He knows what it feels like to have other people panic about you and to feel selfish about that, and he doesn't want you to experience that. ࿐ He doesn't know this is just a him problem, but his consideration is appreciated nonetheless. Instead, he trails soft kisses onto your bandaged wounds, wanting to help you feel better somehow. ࿐ Movie night!! He definitely snuggles up against you, which is unusual but he just wants to give you some boyfriend time <3 ࿐ "I love you.." Is the last thing he mumbles before he accidentally falls asleep. It seems the situation comforted him more than you! ࿐ Apologies IMMEDIATELY the next morning

𓆩⟡𓆪 GANYU

࿐ Her stress increases tenfold, seeing your wounds. ࿐ You understand that her stress is very bad, trying to assure her that it's okay, that you're fine. But she's persistent in seeing and treating every wound. ࿐ When you tell her she's going to have a lot to catch up on because of this, she assures you that "Anytime with you is not a waste, dear.." ࿐ You make sure she has an extra good sleep that night.

𓆩⟡𓆪 KAEYA

࿐ Immediately has a serious talk with you about how you have to be more careful and watch out for yourself more, especially if you're on an expedition. ࿐ He sees your dejected look, and softens his attitude with a sigh. He becomes more gentle instantly. ࿐ "It's okay, sweetheart.. Just.. Be careful next time, okay?" ࿐ Is very careful with you after that, and gives you everything you ask for. And if you ask for nothing, he gets you your favorite stuff <3

𓆩⟡𓆪 LAYLA

࿐ Very tired but still manages to notice your wounds. ࿐ She's very slow at bandaging them, sometimes spacing off while she does but she truly wants to show she cares. ࿐ However, she's neglecting a very important research paper for the Akademiya for this. ࿐ You urge her to work on it, but she responds, "You're more important."

𓆩⟡𓆪 MIKA

࿐ You tell him it's fine, but he's insistent on helping you. ࿐ He patches up your wounds, making sure not a bit of the scratches are peaking, lest you get an infection ࿐ Mika's hands are gentle and soft, and he asks for small permissions to do certain things for you. ࿐ "Please be more careful next time, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were in a worse condition.."

𓆩⟡𓆪 ROSARIA

࿐ Watches from afar as you limp over to a chair, seeming to be observing how bad your injury truly is. ࿐ She finally approaches with a small sigh, her hands going to bandage you up. ࿐ "Idiot.." She mumbles, her hands roughly pulling at the gauze she wraps around your arms. ࿐ You whimper a bit, and she stops sympathetically. ࿐ "Just.. Be more careful next time." She gives a gentle kiss to your forehead

𓆩⟡𓆪 SHENHE

࿐ Immediately assumes someone or something did this to you. "Tell me right now, who did this?" ࿐ After much assurance, she cools down a bit and gently tends to your wounds, still mumbling about how if someone did this to you, she'll kill them. ࿐ She's sure to be extra protective of you for the remainder of the day, brushing your hair back and being attentive to all your small needs. ࿐ "Just sit here, and be all pretty, darling. I'll take care of you now~"

𓆩⟡𓆪 WRIOTHESLEY

࿐ "Awe, sweetheart.. A wound?" He's very teasing on this matter, laughing at how you, of all people, have gotten this beat up. ࿐ He teases that you're so upset over small scratches, but when you tear up, he bites his tongue. ࿐ "I'm sorry, dear. That was inconsiderate of me." ࿐ He makes it up to you by kissing the wounds gently, cuddling with you, spooning you up like you deserve. ࿐ He even feeds you your favorite snacks, so you won this time.

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luveline · 8 months

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Hii

Whenever you have time could you please do more single dad!Spencer. It’s just too cute and it really warms my heart how you write it.

tysm ♡ dad!spencer and his daughter amanda find their reunion unexpectedly interrupted when you need a place to stay the night. fem!reader, 3.4k

Spencer doesn't mind how tactile Amanda is. If anything, he loves it, content to have her sitting in his lap or on his hip, anywhere he goes and anywhere she wants to be. He tries to get in as much affectionate time with her as he can when he's home to make up for his days away.

He doesn't like missing her, but he loves coming home. Amy sits on his stomach while Spencer lays on the couch, using his thighs as a backboard while they both fail to pay attention to the kids cartoons on their TV.

"Were you good for Mrs. Gomorrah?" he asks, though he knows she was. He had to live through the agony that was teaching Mrs. Gomorrah how to text on a cell phone he bought for her years ago, but it was worth it to get those incremental updates that he relies on every day to get to the next without catching a flight home.

Amy had pizza

Amy misses you. She said she is kissing you through my phone

Wants a new dress for school party tonight, emergency money OK to use? said she loves you

Aaskkk k k o

Sorry, accidentally texted you, Amanda made dinner tonight [photo]

The text messages help being far away feel less like torture. Spencer loves his job but he wonders if he should love it less, sometimes, when Mrs. Gomorrah remembers how to send photos, or when he can make it back to the hotel before bed time and call Amy.

But here she is in the flesh. Spencer doesn't worry about work when she's holding his hand.

"I was good," she confirms, wiping hair from her face with a blue sleeve. She's in her pyjamas at three thirty. Spencer's in his matching set, blue long sleeve t-shirts with two dogs —a grown up and a puppy, seemingly a dad dog and his daughter— on the shirt and miniature dogs on the pants. "Promise. We did fruit kebabs last night."

Spencer saw photos, but he still says, "Yeah? What fruits did you have? You know, strawberries will be extra yummy again soon because they're back in season."

"We had strawberries, and bananas, and the green one, kiwi." She puts one of her feet up on his chest. He makes wide eyes at it to hear her giggle. "And with chocolate and maple syrup, it was really yummy."

"We should make Tanghulu."

This is a new word for Amy. "Tanghulu?"

"It started with a berry called Chinese hawthorn, but now people use lots of different fruits. You make a fruit kebab, but instead of chocolate, you dip the fruit into hot sugar and it goes hard as it cools like rock candy, and you have good strong teeth, so you could eat it no problem."

"It turns the fruit into candy?" she asks, wiggling her toes.

"Kind of." Spencer covers her foot with his hand unthinkingly. She looks tired already though it's only the afternoon. She gets very tired when Spencer comes home, like she'd been waiting. "Do you want to have a nap with me, sweetpea?"

"No, I don't think so."

Spencer made a mistake when she was younger. He thought leaving while she was sleeping would make it easier to say goodbye. It was for him, but Amy didn't sleep or eat right for days, and Spencer had to come home before the case was over to stop her from making herself sick. They've worked on it, Spencer never ever leaves without saying goodbye, but she still gets scared to sleep when they're together sometimes.

He ushers her forward. "Come here," he says, "quick, give me a hug." She flops forward and Spencer arranges her into a cuddle, hand against her hair, his nose pressed to her forehead. "I missed you."

"Missed you more," she says.

"Not true. I missed you so much."

"Don't go away again for a day," she says.

"I'm staying home for a whole week. Maybe longer, okay? But I promise you, seven whole days no matter what." And he means it. The only thing that could change his mind is a mass murder situation, but otherwise, they'll have to make it work without him. He hates to say that kind of thing, but he has to say it, because Amy is his first priority.

She relaxes into his arms. "Okay."

His phone rings, because of course it does. Amy frowns her displeasure with tears shining silver in her eyes. Spencer shakes his head at her, "I'm not going, Ames. I promised. I won't answer anybody, this week is just going to be me and you."

She glares at the phone and rests her chubby cheek on his chest. Spencer wonders if it's uncomfortable considering his lack of padding and sits up with an arm behind her seatbelting her to his front. "Let's go watch TV in bed."

Her hands grab at the back of his shirt. "Bring your phone, dad," she says.

Spencer kisses the side of her head. "No, I told you already, I'm not going."

"What if Mrs. Gomorrah wants to come for dinner?" she asks, her voice smaller, sleepy. She rubs her face into his front.

It's a good point. Spencer picks up his phone to check if it was her and frowns at the missed call. It's you. You've texted him too.

"It's Y/N," he says.

Amy knows you because whenever he's had to bring her with him (not often, but occasionally on regular work days when there's school reset days), you're very, very kind to her. You're not sure of yourself around kids but it doesn't matter, you let Amy sit with you if she wants to and you always talk to her with care, offer her snacks, anything that you can share.

It's why he calls you back. That, and you're a nice friend.

—

You're feeling about as ashamed and sheepish as a girl can be as you take the elevator up to Spencer's floor. You don't want to impose on anybody, but you'd rather have died than ask Hotch, JJ's taking a vacation in Santa Monica, Penelope's on a conference with Kevin, Emily chose to use her week on an undisclosed trip, and Morgan was similarly off the radar.

And you know Spencer has Amanda, you know they've been apart for longer than they've been together this month, and you hate interrupting their time together, but… you couldn't stay home no matter how badly you wanted to. Stupid landlord. Stupid cockroaches and stupid fumigation tents.

You carry your go bag with nothing but a week's worth of dirty clothes and your wallet. Your phone is about to die and you'd really wanted, more than anything, to crawl into bed and sleep the daytime away.

You've never been to Spencer's apartment despite knowing him well, and liking him more. You knock on the door, apartment 305B. You're dead on your feet at this point, exhausted by the jet ride home, the commute to your apartment, the subsequent ten minutes spent crying on the sidewalk, and the next half hour debating if you could bother Spencer. Maybe you should've got a hotel, but it was already getting late and you just needed something familiar. Selfishly, you needed someone you knew after such a shitty case.

"Hello," Spencer says, opening the door with a familiar girl held in his arms, "don't mind my jacket."

Amy's clearly sleeping, tiny snores echoing from near his neck. It's cute, but it makes you feel much worse. "I'm sorry–"

He doesn't let you apologise, "Are you kidding? What were you gonna do? We're excited to have you." He's kind of talking to you like Amy's still awake, enthusiastic whisper-shouting as he pulls you inside.

"It's just for tonight, I promise. They said I'll be able to back in by evening tomorrow," you say, holding your bag to your chest. You blink at him as you follow him to the kitchen. "Are you wearing matching pyjamas?"

"You came over last minute!" he defends with a laugh.

Spencer opens his hand for your bag and puts it behind a steaming bowl of soup. "Oh, were you guys eating dinner?" you ask.

"No, that's for you. I'm gonna put Amy in bed and then I can do your laundry. Did you need a hug?"

"What?"

Spencer smiles at you. "I thought maybe you're having a bad day." He offers his empty arm and you don't know how to say no, don't want to, careful not to bump into Amy as you curl your arm behind his back. "We're happy to have you. You could stay all week and that would be fine. Did they really give you no warning?"

"I called my landlord and he laughed and then kind of got quiet. I think he forgets that I live there."

Spencer pulls away and puts a hand on Amy's back. She's very slight like Spencer but if she were any older he'd struggle to carry her for as long as he has. You can see the fatigue trembling in his left arm. "It's not legal for him to leave you with nowhere to stay, and without any notice. You could ask Hotch–"

"It's okay." You gesture to Amy's face. "She's getting so big."

"And heavy. Be back in a few. Eat on the couch if you want to."

You wouldn't. Spencer takes Amy into one room off of the main room, and then comes back to grab your laundry before disappearing into another. His apartment is a fun but odd layout, the door leading into a living room slash kitchen with a dining table, then opening out left and right, bedrooms toward the back of the apartment and a bathroom behind. It reminds you of a flower, that central hub of life and the petals curling outward.

You pick up your spoon cautiously. He definitely said the food was for you, but it's so strange to be greeted with a meal, you can't remember the last time someone made sure you had something to eat.

Spencer doesn't attract your attention until he's pulling up a chair next to you with two glasses set on the table. "I put your pyjamas on quick wash. And your, uh, your grey bag."

Your grey bag is a little net bag full of delicates. You try to be adult about it, but it's so super awkward that you end up laughing aloud, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. I just put the entire bag in, like, intact."

You believe that, but you infer from the tightness of his voice that he's worried you'll think he's weird. Honestly, he's just nice, even if it's awkward. Everybody wears underwear. "That's what it's for," you say.

"Do you think they make those in a bigger size? Amy's vests get tangled sometimes because the straps are skinny, that would be useful."

"I'm sure they do," you say, toying with your spoon. "I… really don't know how to say thank you. I know we're friends, but it's different. To let me stay."

"When I was a kid I didn't have many friends. By high school I didn't have one. So I never got to have sleepovers until Amanda. And she's my best friend, but she's six, so…"

You both laugh suddenly, beaming at one another in your wrinkled, mismatched clothes.

You finish your meal through lighthearted conversation. Spencer takes your dish for the sink and you both move to the couch to watch TV.

Clifford the Big Red Dog plays on mute. "I know you're thrilled to watch something this intellectually tantalising, but maybe we should watch a movie. There's a guide under the cushion," Spencer says.

You dig for the guide but wherever he thinks it is, it isn't.

"Doesn't matter. Mrs. Gomorrah will have one, I'll take her some dinner at the same time. Would you keep your ear on Amy? She might wake up."

He makes a tray for Mrs. Gomorrah, a neighbour and good friend of his. You've met her once when she brought Amy into the office, an Italian-American woman who's black and silver hair bounced when she talked. Beside his mother living in a sanitarium in Nevada, and his small daughter, Mrs. Gomorrah is Spencer's only family. He treats her accordingly.

The washing machine starts to beep a few minutes after he's left. You spring from the couch and track down his washer and dryer, transferring your damp wash into the dryer and frowning at the machine's strange settings.

"Daddy?" a small voice calls. Sharper, unhappy, "Daddy?"

"Amy!" you say, moving from your crouch to stand in the doorway. "Hi, honey! Your dad just went to give Mrs. Gomorrah some dinner."

Amy squints at you. "Miss Y/N?"

"Hi," you say tentatively. "My house is kind of broken for a bit and I asked your dad if I can stay the night." You bend to meet her eyes properly. "Would that be okay with you?"

"Yeah," she says, smiling. "Yeah, please stay. Daddy's friends never come over."

"Did you need something, honey? I can help."

"No… You're sure he's at Mrs. Gomorrah's?"

"Definitely one hundred percent positive. He can't go to work without me, can he?"

Amy shrugs little shoulders. "I guess not."

You can't help laughing at her. With the sound of the dryer bumping behind you, you meet Amy near the dining table and touch her shoulder gently to prompt her toward the couch. She jumps up onto the seat with the most cushions and you sit beside her. You and Spencer never managed to pick a movie, so the kids channel still plays on mute.

"How do you turn it up?" you ask, offering her the remote hopelessly.

Amy sidles against your side and points. You click the small white speaker button, greeted by the barks of another episode of Clifford.

"Is this one okay?" you ask.

"I love Clifford."

It can't be two minutes before she rests her head against your arm, her hand locking over the crook of your elbow.

You're not sure what to do. She's Spencer's kid, so she probably does. "Do you want a cuddle?" you ask her. You'd be happy to give her one, but you don't know what's okay with her.

"Please."

You hang your arm across her shoulders and behind her back, stroking a tentative and short line into her arm, just once. "These are nice pyjamas, Amy. I saw your dad has the same ones." They're soft under your arm. Her hair brushes your wrist as she turns her head to crinkle her nose at you.

"Thank you. Me and dad have all matching pyjamas," she says proudly.

"All?"

"Well, maybe not all. But lots."

She hums and shuffles closer to your chest. It felt odd at first —although Amy has sat in your lap at your desk at work, and even given you a hug on her birthday to say thank you for the books and candies, you're not used to children or the things that they want. But it feels less foreign the longer she sits there, and you find yourself relaxing for the first time that day.

Spencer comes back with a shiny TV Guide Magazine and a bundle of Amy's clothes under his arm. His eyes light up as her head peeks over the back of the couch.

"Sorry, I was just at Mrs. Gomorrah's," he says, quickly putting everything down to take her into his arms.

"I know," Amy says into his shirt.

He kisses her head. You almost miss it, the affection quiet and swift. "Was your nap okay? Or do you need another one?"

"Dad! Y/N's here."

"Y/N doesn't care that you take naps, she takes naps too." Snoozing up against his shoulder with drool running down your chin.

"No, I can't sleep because we're having a slumber party!"

"We are?" he asks.

"But she needs matching jammies."

"Well, I don't have anything matching, but it won't be long for all my clothes to dry. I can wear jammies, then, at least," you assure her, sending Spencer a squinting smile that says, She's the cutest thing on planet Earth.

He smiles back, as if to say, She really is. "Maybe Y/N wants a nap."

Amy's concern lands on you. She climbs out of Spencer's arms, pressing her hand to your shoulder. "Please don't nap, I want to play games."

"I'll play games, babe," you say. "Any game you want."

"Yes! And, and maybe we can make, um–" Puzzled, Amy quirks her mouth into a frown and bounds back to Spencer. He rounds the couch and leans down at her gesturing. "What's it called, the fruit candy?" she whispers.

"From earlier?" he whispers back. "It's tanghulu. Tang-who-loo."

She whispers a sweet thank you, spinning on the spot with her hands held behind her back. "We can make tanghulu, it's fruit kebabs turned to candy! Do you want to?"

Spencer smooths her hair back from her face. "You don't have to," he mouths, already squeezing her arm like he's prepared to talk her down.

"Well, if it's okay with your dad I'd love to."

She gasps happily, jumping down off the sofa to race into the bathroom. "I'll wash my hands!"

Spencer snorts and sits on the couch arm. "Notice how she didn't even ask me?"

"You know that's a good thing." Spencer's probably read every parenting book there is. "She's so smart, Spencer. So smart, it's incredible. You're amazing."

He scratches the collar of his sleep shirt, his curls moving as though woken by a gentle breeze as he nods to one side, "She shows some signs of an eidetic memory. Not like mine, but most children who have eidetic memories don't have them like I do. I can't take the credit for that, you know, beyond genetics."

"Of course you can, someone had to teach her these things for her to remember them. You're never as nice to yourself as you should be, Spence. Everybody knows you're a great dad." You slouch back into the couch. "And I'm not just saying that because you're letting me stay for free."

"There's no version of this situation where I would ever charge you. Thank you, Y/N. Having her by myself has been hard– it's hard. She's easy and I love her and she's better for me than she probably should be." He winces, his talking rushed, like he's listing statistics. "I haven't really been by myself. Mrs. Gomorrah. The team. We've known each other for a year but you act like Amy's family whenever you see her, and that means a lot to me. That's why I'm glad you called. You can always call me if you need help."

"You can always call me," you murmur back.

Spencer bumps your thigh with his knuckles. "I'm glad we're friends. Are you sure you're not too tired? Tanghulu isn't easy if you've never made it."

"Says who?"

"East Asian Eating, issue 78. We have to find the sugar, water, glucose syrup sweet spot or the candy doesn't harden."

"We can do it. You're the smartest guy I know, and I've been known to be resourceful. Plus, we have a world class assistant."

Spencer stands up and offers you his hand to help you come with him, his fingers brushing yours for a moment that seems to stretch for minutes. "Just curious," he says softly, to your heart's clear delight, "when was your last check up at the dentist?"

Right. He isn't about to tell you something you want to hear. This is Spencer —you should've guessed an odd question was on the horizon.

"I'll have to think about it," you say.

Amy bounds out of the bathroom and paints a trail of water droplets from the table to the kitchen. "He thinks you have weak teeth!" she explains.

"That is not what I think."

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undiscovered-horizon · 6 months

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[Sanji and Zoro hardly get along, requring a lot of effort to keep things civil between them. But when it's revealed that they've both set their eyes on the same girl, their rivalry might just get out of hand.]

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If Sanji was a different man, maybe he'd feel a bit embarrassed about his little habit. Maybe he'd question whether intensely staring at his crewmate from afar is appropriate.

However, he is who he is, so Sanji just silently smokes his cigarette all the while watching you discuss something with Nami. You're telling her something that must have really moved you - there's a plethora of emotions on your face and your hands are all over the place gesturing. The cook chuckles to himself. You're cute when you're excited.

Then, something stings inside his chest. What does Sanji have to do to become your confidant? To be the person you run to whenever you need an ear to listen? His suave words and rivers of compliments have worked perfectly so far but it seems like he's come to some plateau. Lingering touches, less than ambiguous remarks, favors and gifts... And yet you're not any more inclined to throw yourself at him than you were a month ago.

"Don't bother, waiter." he hears a voice behind him.

Sanji almost chokes on the cigarette smoke. He wasn't expecting anyone to catch him red-handed, much less for that person to be Roronoa Zoro - the only one who would spill his little secret just to get under his skin.

But Zoro's willingness to get under the cook's skin goes a lot deeper, at least in Sanji's mind. He's not oblivious to the swordsman's prying eyes that follow you and the compliance with which he succumbs to your every whim, even if he tries to appear annoyed.

Sanji feels his skin burn as he watches you move around in a short skirt. As though he's under a curse or stared the Basilisk straight in the eye, he can't look away. You've asked Nami to cut the material down, not being a fan of the way you looked in a knee-length skirt. It wasn't bad, just a little awkward.

Now you're standing in front of Nami, turning around and walking in place so she can see if everything's the way you wanted. The ginger girl keeps grabbing the hem of the skirt, folding it upwards to see if the seams are right.

Then a few floorboards creak as someone else approaches the scene.

"What do you think, Zoro?" you ask in a thrilled voice. Maybe if Sanji made his presence known, you'd ask him too. Then he could gawk at you all he wanted, up close, under the guise of 'making judgment'.

"It's fine," he answers with apparent disinterest.

Zoro walks past you and Nami. Sanji closely watches him, sounding out whether the swordsman has noticed him and whether he's willing to tell on the cook. Then, to his horror, Zoro glances over his shoulder, returning his attention to you. He looks you up and down, a little too slow to be considered innocent. Zoro licks his lips.

The swordsman turns again, meeting Sanji's seething stare. A mocking half-grin enters Zoro's face. He bumps his shoulder into the cook's as he goes past him. They don't exchange any words but their strife couldn't be more clear.

"If you think you can talk me into giving up on her, you're more of an idiot than I thought," Sanji retorts. He's willing to physically fight Zoro if things come down to that. Then, should the universe bless him, you'd take care of his wounds with your tender touch.

Zoro snorts. "I'm just sayin' there's no way she'd go for you. You smell like dishrags and salivate over any girl with a pulse."

Sanji takes the cigarette out of his mouth. He chuckles, both out of anger and disbelief. "If you spent as much time with women as you do staring at your swords, maybe you'd learn that brooding and vaguely threatening stares are hardly attractive, moss-head."

"You don't know anything about her, new guy," Zoro drones out. His low tone sounds like a warning.

The swordsman's irritation is like music to Sanji's ears. A mischievous smile appears on his face. "I've spent enough nights with her to know what she likes."

Roronoa slightly raises his eyebrows. Sanji almost believes that he surprised Zoro but the expression of the dark, brown eyes is nothing if not malicious. "So that's where she is when she's not warming my bed?"

A tense silence falls between them. They stare at each other like goaded bulls, ready to gore their horns through the other man. Their crescendo almost comes to a violent climax when something distracts both of them:

Nami and you burst into wholehearted laughter, tears streaming down your faces. Shouts of 'No way!' are cut into syllables by chuckles.

Both Sanji and Zoro let out a lovesick sigh. Immediately, they turn to glare at their rival. There, as silence remains between them and their hearts are filled with your laughter, the two men take up the rivalry, knowing that they're equally too stubborn to give up until either of them wins.

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Older! Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader, what if they have to do like a tour together, and they realize that they hate each other, like hate to share the stage, hate to spend time together, until the two of them end up hooking up after some drinks at some bar, then, they find each other being like all nervous with each other, because of what happened and bc they're catching feelings, but they hate each other, right? (You can write a tiny bit of angst for the "hate" part, smut and fluff!)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun with this 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting

We got angst, we got smut and we got fluff

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Y/N was excited as hell when her manager, Samantha, told her she had a summer tour lined up. Y/N was a small independent artist and she couldn't headline a tour on her own, she was grateful for the opportunity to be an opener for one of the biggest artists in the industry, Eddie Munson.

She loved his music and she loved his style. Their writing dynamic was very similar and their music blended well. Even Eddie's manager couldn't pick a better person to open for him.

So Y/N was all packed up and ready for the summer of her life, on tour with someone that she admired. She couldn't possibly think of one bad thing to change her mind.

Well, that was until she met Eddie.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, I'm so ex-" Her introduction was cut off when Eddie's painted nails waved in her face.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, and you're my biggest fan. But I'm in a rush, so why don't you just give me your number and I'll call you tonight?" His smirk was so confident and smug. She couldn't believe he was this conceited.

She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Is that how you talk to women?"

Eddie blinked at her aggressive tone but shook it off. "Women? Nah, that's how I talk to my girl of the night. So interested or not? Like I said I'm in a rush for a meeting." He checked his watch, knowing he was meant to meet whoever his opener was going to be for his tour.

"Not. Nice to meet you, asshole." She gagged and walked off.

This summer started a whole lot worse than she thought.

"Eddie! Glad you made it!" Samantha said with a big smile, no idea Y/N already had a run-in with the man of the hour.

"I'd like you to meet Y/N, she'll be your opener for the tour!" Eddie's eyes switched over to the girl that sat at the table. He choked a little on his spit when he realized it was the girl from outside the building.

"Oh shit, you're my opener?" Eddie asked. He did not make a good first impression.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, but I'm in a rush so can we sign the contract and get a move on?" Y/N said, his words leaving her tongue in a sassy way that Eddie couldn't help but like and hate.

Eddie sent a glare her way but signed the papers.

After the meeting, Y/N was quick to leave. Eddie ran out after her, an apology on his tongue.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry for how I talked to you. Can I make it up to you? Maybe dinner?" Eddie asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

Y/N debated for a while but figured making amends might be better for the summer ahead.

"Dinner is good."

Y/N applied the final touch of her lipstick before she walked out of the small hotel room. Eddie's room across from her. She knocked on the door, waited, and waited.

She huffed when she checked the time and realized she'd been outside his door for five minutes. She gave up and went back into her room, figuring she'd just wait there until he came to her.

But he never did. After two hours, she heard his voice slurring in the hallway as he tried to open his door. She looked out the peephole and saw his arm wrapped around another girl.

She gave up on him immediately.

~~~

Half the summer was sour, they hated to be in the same room with each other. She knew she had a right to be pissed, but Eddie didn't. He hated her because she hated him. He never bothered to apologize or admit he was a selfish asshole. And that's all she wanted.

"Can you stop moving off your X? It's there for a reason!" Y/N snapped, she groaned as they had to stop rehearsal, yet again.

"I'm a rockstar! I'm meant to move around!" Eddie argued. He wasn't used to sharing the stage and he hated it.

"I'm one too! And in case you haven't noticed, I'm doing perfectly fine on my X!"

"You want a fucking gold star for being boring? Difference between an opener and the main show" Eddie snapped, Y/N didn't fight back. She just growled and began the song again.

"Y/N, THAT WAS SO GOOD!" Samantha cheered as Y/N walked off the stage. The first night of your was in the books and Y/N loved the way she felt on the stage. The crowd seemed to like her and she felt like she got them pumped for Eddie's set.

Even though she hated him, she looked his way for approval. After all, she was his opener and cared what he thought about his tour.

"Why the hell are you looking at me?" He asked, his guitar strapped to his body as he waited for his cue.

"I don't know. Just maybe thought you'd like to share your thoughts?" She said, a little shy that she had to admit she wanted to know.

Eddie was taken aback by the nervousness in her eyes, for once she looked vulnerable and not ready to shoot fire. But he couldn't give in, the hatred between them was too powerful and he refused to give in first when she chose to be a bitch towards him.

"I've seen better, you're nothing special." He shrugged and jumped on the stage as his cue was hit. The screams of the arena sounded muted as his words rang in her ears.

She marched off into her dressing room. She didn't bother to watch his set. Unlike him, she can admit when someone has talent and he doesn't deserve her compliments. Instead, she focused on the anger she felt and put it into a song. If he wanted special, she'd show him special.

Within a week, she finished the song and began performing it. It was full of anger and the crowd loved it. The music was loud and it shook the whole place.

Eddie knew the song was about him. She stood there, banging on her guitar as she swore about the big-headed men in her life. He was pissed, it was his tour and here she was bad-mouthing him to his fans. The fans didn't know it was about him, they just related it to a man in their life. But still, he didn't take the disrespect lightly.

And she didn't care. Ever since that first show on tour, she never asked for his thoughts again. She'd get off stage, place down her guitar, and walk straight to the dressing room.

It bothered Eddie that she never sat to watch his set, but he refused to let her know that he cared.

~~~

About a month and a half into the tour, they barely spoke. And if they did, it was to tear each other apart.

But when Y/N's new song was officially released and hit the radio, the crew wanted to go out to celebrate. And to her shock, Eddie showed up.

"I'd like to make a toast!" Y/N slurred, already a few shots in and the alcohol was taking over her body. The table raised a glass, and Eddie rolled his eyes. He might have been a little irritated by all the success she earned from a song that was about him.

"...and thanks to Eddie, the man who inspired the song. Thanks for being an asshole and treating me like shit. Cheers!"

Eddie bit his tongue as he took the shot in front of him, he didn't want to make a scene in a public place. He knew better than that. There would be cameras everywhere.

As the night went on, the more drunk she and Eddie became. The crew called it a night and left. Bad move to leave them alone.

"You know that I can't fucking stand you sometimes." Eddie hissed, trying to ignore the way her lips were wet and glossy from all the drinks she had.

"Yeah, I got the message." She laughed sarcastically. She hated how he got hot and had to throw his hair in a bun. With stupid curls hanging down to frame his perfect face.

"Why did you write the song? Just knew making money off me would be a career move?" He argued, the venom on his tongue was strong and she knew a fight was brewing.

"Oh fuck off. I'm going to the bathroom." She said as she rolled her eyes and walked off.

But Eddie was too mad to let it go. He followed her into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"Are you crazy!? This is a bathroom!"

"Answer my fucking question!"

"Yes, Eddie. It was a career move! You were a complete dick the second I met you and looked down on me all because I was an opener! I was grateful for the opportunity and now I realize, you are a selfish prick who only cares to get his dick wet." Her words were knives and perfectly sliced into Eddie's skin. Her eyes are dark as she gets in his face. Every word against his lips as he puffed and huffed.

The fire in his body with all the anger he felt. She stood tall and confident. Right in his face with no care in the world. Her lip snarled and her eyebrows scrunched.

"Jealous or something baby?" He smirked, he noticed the flicker of lust in her eyes before she remained unbothered.

"Of what?" She sneered

"The girl I took to my hotel room instead of you." His smirk was a target and she wanted to smack it off his face. He knew she was waiting and watching. And he had the nerve to never once apologize.

"Not. I like to end my nights with an orgasm." She said with a bitter smile, her hand reached behind him to grab the door but the growl that left his lips made her stop.

She looked up into his eyes and knew she struck a nerve. And she couldn't help but feel how wet her underwear became.

Before she could say another word, insult, or make a noise, his hot mouth was on hers. His hands dived into her hair as he took over her body. His tongue was in her mouth before she could blink. And she hated how easily she moaned.

Her body was against the sink as his hands scrammed to take off her jeans. He pulled away to unbuckle his belt and yank down his jeans, she took a second to catch her breath and remove her shirt. Her head against the mirror as his mouth attached to her chest, his teeth biting down on the flesh as she whined out.

She wasn't thinking, and she knew that. But his mouth felt so good and her cunt ached.

"Is that what this has always been about? Jealous I wasn't fucking your cute cunt?" Eddie teased, and he pulled away his mouth, which allowed her to understand his words.

"No, it's not. You were a dick the second I met you, and discredit me because I'm younger and newer to the industry. Don't flatter yourself." She scoffed. He was so big-headed and she couldn't believe he still didn't understand where he went wrong. "plus I wouldn't care about the girl if I wasn't waiting for you for dinner." She barked out. The hatred and anger filled her body again. Almost like it reminded her why she shouldn't be doing this. She pushed him back and reached for her shirt.

"Oh come on! Don't take it so personally. I forgot we had plans, okay?" He tried to defend but she was already throwing on her shirt.

"Forgot? Or decided that getting a quick fuck meant more?" Maybe in a way, she was hurt by the fact he completely shoved her off for someone else. She liked Eddie, and she always found him attractive and it sucked to meet him and see he was nothing like she thought.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO ADMIT THAT? Would that even make it better?" He laughed out, he couldn't believe it was even a big deal. "if I sat here and told you straight to your face that I wanted some wet pussy wrapped around me instead of sitting at a dinner with you, that make it BETTER? Huh?"

She shouldn't care, she really shouldn't. They weren't even friends and she had no reason to feel the burning jealousy in her stomach that someone got to spend the night with him when it was supposed to be her. She hated that no matter how much he made her hate him, she still felt something pulling her towards him.

She didn't have words, and she wasn't sure how to respond.

All she wanted was an apology

"Because that pussy was the best I've ever had and I don't regret it." He seethed out, and that struck a nerve in her. Apart from the jealousy and stupid high school games, he felt she wasn't worth apologizing to. She realized she'd never get that apology.

This time, she did go to smack the smirk off his face. Her right hand was high in the air as she aimed for his cheek, but his hand caught her. A deadly look in his eyes. They were breathing hard into each other's faces. She felt her cunt pulse, and he felt his cock pulse in his boxers, his jeans still on the floor.

She whimpered as he took control, again. He kept his grip on her arm, turning her around and pressing his cock against her ass. He held her arm behind her back, she was trapped between him and the sink.

No words were said, both relieving their aches as his free hand ripped off her underwear. The sound made her clench, then his fingers were inside of her. She moaned as he didn't care to be soft or gentle. Three fingers deep inside her cunt as his cock pressed against her ass. She moaned out and her head was thrown back into his shoulder.

His hand let her arm free, and she moved it to grip the sink, his fingers pumping inside of her. He was skilled, experienced, and knew exactly how to hit the right spots. Her head was fuzzy as she got lost in the feeling. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. Her eyes closed in bliss as his lips touched hers.

His fingers moved faster inside of her as his lips tasted her. He felt the moan in the back of his throat as she clenched around him. His stomach flipped when her warm tongue worked inside of his mouth. He growled as her tongue dominated his.

The aching in his boxers became too much, he removed his fingers, smirking as she whined at the lost touch. But he was quick to fill her again, but this time with his pulsing cock. She moaned as she fucked into her. Nothing about it was romantic. It was heavy breaths, growls, moans, and the sound of their skin smacking. Her nails dug into the sink as he destroyed her. His mouth was on hers again as he moved his hips against her, loving the way she clenched around him. Her knees were weak when his fingers began to rub her clit.

She couldn't focus on anything except that burning feeling in her stomach and the build-up of her orgasm.

"Eddie." She squeaked, her hands moved up her body and reached behind her, feeling him underneath her fingertips.

"Shh, I know, baby. Let it go. I got you. Cum for me, gorgeous. Be right here." He said softly, she didn't think she'd ever heard him sound so sweet. She nodded as she gasped, letting herself go. She shook on his cock as she came. The relief she felt from every aching part of her body vanished.

She hissed as he slipped out of her, but she was fast to wrap her hand around him. Jerking him off as she looked in the mirror ahead. His forehead was against her shoulder as he breathed hard. His hands gripped her hips and he moved his hips to her rhythm.

"Watch yourself." She said, her tone demanding. He looked up, his blown-out lustful eyes took in their reflection. The sight of her hand wrapped around his red cock made his thighs shake.

He kept his eyes on her reflection as he painted the sink and her hand with his cum. He panted hard as she needed him off through it.

She washed off her hands and got dressed. Awkwardly handing Eddie his clothes.

He silently grabbed the jeans from her hands and put them on. He watched as she dressed herself.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry for the way I treated you and for ditching you," Eddie whispered, not to her but to the floor.

"Thanks, Eddie." She said, and she meant it. She knew that's all she would get. She gave him a small smile and walked out.

Where the hell do they stand now?

~~~

After that event, things between them got blurry. They found themselves feeling something different. Almost like they got out every bit of anger inside of them. Like the anger was just the first layer. And now other feelings were being revealed.

Y/N couldn't help but notice she was putting more work into her appearance. More makeup touches and asking for more sexier clothes for when she performs. She almost felt like she wanted Eddie's eyes on her all the time. Because she couldn't help but have her eyes on him.

Eddie couldn't help but stare whenever she was near. It was like his eyes automatically found her in the room and he couldn't get enough. He noticed things about her that he didn't see at first. He always found her attractive, but now it was deeper than that. He found a new favorite thing about her every day. He started watching more of her performances and found the compliments slipping off his tongue.

The air changed between them. Now they were nervous and didn't know what to say. They didn't talk about what happened but both wished that the other still thought about it.

They tried to ignore how nervous they were and how awkward it made things. Y/N felt like they both needed to talk about what happened to either go back to normal or discuss what was next for them because this situation was too weird.

It was nearly midnight when they made it back to the hotel after their show, Eddie went to head into his room when Y/N spoke up.

"Do you think we could talk?" She asked, the shakiness in her voice made it clear she was nervous.

"Uh sure," Eddie said, his nerves kicked in as he unlocked the door.

She followed behind and took a seat on the bed. He removed his shoes and then took the spot next to her. His shoulder against hers as he waited for her to speak.

"About the thing that happened," she started, already hating the conversation. Eddie coughed awkwardly as he stared at his hands. "I'm just going to be fully honest and I can leave right after. But, it hasn't left my head. I know it was full of hatred and anger. And it probably didn't mean anything and I didn't think it would. But it almost feels like I let out all that anger and now I'm left with other feelings." She admitted, slowly looking towards him to read his expression.

"What kind of other feelings?" He asked, he turned his head to look at her. He hoped she meant the same feelings he'd been feeling. The feeling of wanting each other again. And maybe wanting each other always.

"Feelings like that I like you and my stomach hurts when I think about all the girls in the crowd that want to go home with you." She admitted, looking down at her own hands as she blushed.

She was surprised when Eddie reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. He reached over and used his pointer finger to tilt up her chin. Her eyes looked into his as she anxiously waited for him to speak.

"I tend to be a dick so girls want anything to do with me after sex. But, I'm fucking grateful to hear you still like my dumbass." He joked, a smile on his face as she laughed. "Even though we had sex out of anger, there was something so real there and it hasn't left my mind. The way you pulled so much emotion out of me. I've never had someone do that. I like you too, and I'd like a chance to take you on a date and treat you the way you always should have been treated."

She felt her heart skip at his words, and a feeling of excitement bubbled in her stomach.

"I'd like that." She said as she tried to bite back her smile.

"Perfect, let's go right now." He said he stood up with their hands still laced.

"What? Right now! It's midnight!" She argued, her eyes looking to the clock.

"Don't care. I'm not wasting a second to take you out. The world is asleep, let's go have our fun before it wakes up ." He said with a wink, smiling as she stood up and together they ran out of his room like idiots.

Maybe the summer was finally looking up.

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bakugō picks you up from his parents' house following a petty argument.

notes; 0.4k, aged up! + husband!bakugō, happy ending

"come get your spouse. i'm about to go fucking nuts."

it was the call from his mother that he had been dreading all week. bakugou knew it was only a matter of time before you whittled her nerves down to a fine, frayed string and she'd have him take you away, or forcibly remove you herself. as much as mitsuki adored you, excitably encouraging each milestone of your relationship even up until now, you had a bit too much of dependency on her when things went awry in the marriage.

so, it wasn't any surprise to see you standing on the one-step stoop outside the front door, duffle bag in hand with mitsuki's famous guilt tupperware in the other. while walking in stride with him, he had wordlessly pried the straps of your overnight bag away and had them slung over his shoulder.

he didn't try to talk to you for most of the trip home; it would've been an unreciprocated effort based on how you kept your eyes down and averted.

these fights were stupid and you both knew it.

finally, he tried.

"what'd that hag send you away with?" he saw you stretch your lips taut, glancing from your face to the container. "looks good."

"don't call your mother a 'hag', katsuki," you continued, "she made pork katsu with some picked vegetables. I think some of her grilled salmon is in there, too."

he clicked his tongue, keeping his face straight ahead while reaching for your hand, testing the water by grazing the chapped peaks of his knuckles against your fingers. "that woman spoils you way too much."

there was a clapback sitting on your tongue, he could see it in the way you moistened your lips and clenched your jaw, but any words died in your throat. pushing his luck further, he tucked a finger around two of yours until they were all intwined, palms resting flush together.

"it really hurts that you won't take more time off to be with me, katsuki." it was always the same fight, just recycled in different ways. "I'm not asking for weeks, just a few days here and there."

bakugou gripped tighter, his fingers felt hot threaded through your own. "it's not that easy for me to just bail on the agency whenever I feel like it. there's a lot of legal stuff wrapped up in there."

it wasn't what you wanted to hear, he knew that, felt how you tried to reclaim your hand from him but he held on. "that's why I decided to say 'fuck it' and let that scrawny-ass assistant do some work for once. you got me all to yourself for the next two weeks."

you finally relaxed, finally looking at him after a long four days. everything about your face had lightened; that air of glum eclipsed by a wet glisten in your eyes, red forming behind them.

"katsuki, thank you!" he was careful not to let you see him smile too much as he stooped his neck, letting your arms fly behind him. the tips of your shoes just barely scuffed the concrete below when he straightened up, his lips catching onto the rhythm you placed on them. "I love you. I love you so much."

"mm-mhm~" he would have to give mitsuki a call later to let her know you wouldn't be coming back for a visit for a while.

divider; @/rookthorneartistry

repost from my deleted blog; cardeneiv

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shuhwaa · 5 months

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Karina | Praise [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 3 Aespa Karina x gn!reader words: ~900 genre: smut (sub!Karina, lots of praise, a bit of teasing, fingering (idol receiving), reader is a little possessive) warnings: none

You can hear her sigh as she relaxes against your touch as soon as your lips come in contact with the skin on her neck. Observing her reflection in the mirror closely, you see her eyelids fluttering shut and her lips part to let out a small moan as you start nibbling on the spot - but only as an appetizer, so as not to leave a visible mark there. The sight of your girlfriend in that black dress that's wrapped around her shape so perfectly has been driving you crazy all day, and now that you're finally granted some time alone with her, you can't wait another second to make her yours.

"Jimin..." you whisper her name into her ear, hands resting on her waist. "You're so beautiful, do you know that?" She merely whines in response, face grimacing as she opens her eyes to look at you through the hotel room mirror right in front of her, and you can see her blush. You can't suppress a smirk at her shyness, and you leave a trail of kisses up the side of her throat, before you run your palms up and down her torso once.

"You look so pretty in that dress too..." you continue muttering praises at your girlfriend, feeling her melting a little more each time. "Too bad I'm about to tear it off." She gulps at your words, before replying,

"P-please be careful... I still need to take pictures in this..." You chuckle at her innocence, and then you spin her around in your hold, catching her by surprise as you smash your lips against hers in a fiery kiss.

"Fine..." you mumble into her mouth, "I'll be careful." You reach to her back to unzip the dress in a haste, and you muster all of your patience as you take it off her, leaving her in only her underwear when you push her onto the bed. You get on top of her quickly, and once again you find a layer of pink dusted onto her face, shining through her makeup.

"I'll hold back now," you say as you lower yourself to scatter kisses all over her chest and collarbones. "But I'm going to ruin you later." Her whimpering at your words, you don't hesitate to let your fingertips dance down her stomach, starting to tease her through her panties.

"Y/N..." she weakly calls out your name, reaching out to wrap her arms around your shoulders.

"What is it, my pretty girl?" you ask.

"M-more..." You chuckle at her request.

"What? Does my pretty girl want my fingers inside her?"

"Yes..." Jimin shoots you a pleading look that you could've resisted had you had the time to tease her properly. But you know she has to be back out there, ready to continue her work in about 15 minutes, and you swear you can't take it until she gets off work to have her moaning your name as she comes undone underneath you. And so you give in, planting a gentle kiss onto her forehead before connecting your lips to hers in an open mouthed kiss.

"I'll make you cum so good..." you mutter as you push the fabric of her underwear aside and she shivers when you slide a finger inside. "So wet..." you comment.

"Mhm," she can't but agree as she squeezes her eyes shut, biting down on her lower lip to avoid making any sudden sounds.

"Can't wait until I get to have you for the rest of the night..." You add another finger, drawing a muffled moan out of her, and you grin at her when she bucks her hips into your touch. "So needy..." She lets out another desperate sound and you wonder whether she'd manage to keep quiet all the way through. Still you keep pumping your fingers in and out of her, gradually increasing the speed as you watch her desperately fighting to keep her composure.

"You're so cute," you mutter at the sight. "Doing so well for me..." Once again Jimin whines at your praise, and when you can tell she's coming close, you press your thumb against her clit, rubbing circles on it. Her body reacts immediately, now trembling underneath you as you simply watch the way her face distorts from pleasure. "So beautiful..." you whisper. "And I'm the only one who can see how you beautiful you are when I make you cum." She lets out another small whine in agreement, her hips starting to stutter as she keeps moving them along with you fingering her. Just a few more repetitions of your movements, and she's hit by her orgasm, doing everything in her might to keep quiet as you can feel her violently clenching around your fingers.

You pull out of her carefully, and as you wait for her to catch her breath, you place a few soft kisses into her neck and onto her cheeks. Wrapping your arms around her loosely to hold her close, you eventually say,

"Such a good girl for keeping quiet... now I really can't wait until we're home and I can hear your voice properly..."

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astrxq · 10 months

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okay luna, more spider-man ethan!!! just top of my head, maybe you could write your version of the upside down kiss? cause i know you would write it so sweet and lovesickly!!!!

also luna…when i post my ethan fics can i tag you??? since i feel like we’re a handful of people trying to still keep ethan landry alive (in this world) ANYWAY LOVE YOY💗💗💗💗

superhero etiquette

spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader

words: 2.9k

notes: yesss!!!! pls tag me, i'm in need of ethan fics. warnings: (mentions of spiders, kissing. i think that's it??) not proofread

"Bug boy?" he repeated the nickname you'd just given him, the white eyes on his mask mimicking his surprised expression. "I'm more of an arachnid."

You hummed, smirking at him before looking forward to the streetlights, your legs kicking back and forth from the edge of the building. "Arachnid, huh?" you responded playfully, raising an eyebrow. "Well, Mr. Arachnid," you corrected.

You tapped your fingers on the rooftop, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I used to have a friend who owned a pet spider."

His masked face turned to you, intrigue evident even without seeing his real expression. "Oh, really?" he replied, genuinely interested.

You chuckled. "Yeah. She named it Leggy. It was this big, hairy tarantula that she would let crawl all over her arms and everything. She used to say that Leggy had more personality than most people she knew."

The masked hero tilted his head slightly, a small smile forming beneath his mask. "She insisted that I held it once, and I almost cried," you continued, and he snorted a laugh, making the voice modifier glitch for a second. "Hey, don't laugh," you retorted, lightly punching his arm. "It was huge and hairy, okay? Not exactly my cup of tea. But my friend loved that spider like it was her own child."

"Leggy, huh? Maybe I should change my name to that," he shook his head. "Spider-Man sounds kind of lame now." You laughed, and he turned to stare at you for a beat.

"Nah, Spider-Man has a nice ring to it. Plus, it's become pretty iconic. Leggy might give people the wrong idea," you said, teasingly nudging him with your elbow.

He chuckled, the sound muffled by his mask. "Yeah, you're probably right. Can you imagine the headlines? 'Leggy spins a web of justice!' It doesn't have the same impact."

Spider-Man nodded thoughtfully, his eyes pretending to focus on something in the distance the second you turned to look at him, catching him staring. A gentle breeze swept across the rooftop, rustling your hair as you both sat in companionable silence.

"How'd you learn how to swing with those?" you asked, pointing at his wrists. Ethan raised his eyebrows from under the mask in surprise at your interest. "By falling, a lot."

"I can picture that," you said, grinning. The hero moved a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch."

You smirked, leaning closer to him. "Don't worry, Mr. Arachnid. I'm sure you've mastered the art of falling gracefully by now," you replied with a playful wink.

Ethan faked a laugh. "You're hilarious."

"Oh, I try my best," you said, playfully batting your eyelashes. "But seriously, swinging through the city like you do must be exhilarating. I can only imagine the adrenaline rush you get."

"It's definitely something else," Ethan replied, smirking once he felt the idea pop into his head. "So… wanna try it?" You widened your eyes at that, wanting to take back your words immediately. "Uh, no. My mom must be waiting for me inside."

"It's 4 a.m."

"Still. She could come into my room and not find me there; she'd freak." Ethan tilted his head, and the mask's bug eyes narrowed as he held back a laugh. He nodded, knowing fully well you were lying through your teeth, and he stood up, offering his hand to help.

Once you were on your feet, ready to say your goodbyes, you felt the gloved hands reach for your waist, pulling you towards the masked boy. You thought he was going to kiss you, just for a second, and then Ethan stretched one of his arms out and leaned down to quickly whisper a "Hold on tight" before a web shot out of the gadget on his wrist, making you yelp.

"No, no, no," you exclaimed as you felt the wind hit your face. You were swinging with Spider-Man, and you were hating it. "Open your eyes, come on!" he said, noticing that you had forced them shut the second your feet were lifted off the ground. "I hate you, I hate you."

"Come on, Y/N! You can't even see where we're swinging!"

"God, this is horrible." The hand that was holding onto his neck tightened, and you uncovered your eyes to wrap another arm around him, trying to steady yourself.

He chuckled, the thrill of the moment evident in his voice. "You'll thank me later, I promise! Besides, you're doing great! Look, you're a natural swinger already!"

"I don't care!" you yelled back, trying to ignore the adrenaline coursing through you. "Just get me back to that rooftop! I'm not cut out for this superhero stuff."

"Don't worry, I got you," Ethan assured, adjusting his web-swinging trajectory to head back to the rooftop you both came from. The city lights below looked like a blur as you swung through the night sky.

As you finally landed back on the rooftop, you staggered a bit, your legs feeling like jelly. Spider-Man steadied you, his grip reassuring. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, a teasing tone still present in his voice.

"You're insane, you know that?" you replied, trying to catch your breath. "I hated that."

"You would've loved it if you'd kept your eyes open!"

"Yeah, well, I'd be perfectly content experiencing the city from ground level, thank you very much," you replied, still trying to steady your racing heart with a hand on your chest. Ethan panted as well, hands on his hips as he smiled widely under his mask.

Girls didn't really look at Ethan. He knew he wasn't an ugly boy, and Chad kept reminding him that he was a treat to the eye, but he was incredibly awful at flirting or talking, or something so small such as being near girls. Seeing so many people crushing on Spider-Man gave him the confidence boost he needed; he liked the attention. Whenever he saw himself on the news, he'd sneakily turn up the volume to hear what people said about him, and whenever Chad had a fanboy moment about the masked spider-hero, he'd have to hide his smile.

Ethan's thoughts swirled as he watched you catch your breath, completely unaware of his internal dilemma. The excitement of swinging through the city with you, even if you were initially terrified, had been an unexpected rush for him. But now, as he saw you standing there, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in your eyes, he couldn't help but wish he had met you under different circumstances.

He wondered if you'd like Ethan Landry as much as Spider-Man, if you'd also spend your nights chatting on your rooftop with him if you had met him with his mask off.

"Earth to Leggy," you snapped your fingers in front of the mask's eyes. You saw how his face scrunched up, mentally cursing himself for being caught staring, and you felt your body heat up to your ears at

a shyer version of the hero. "Leggy?" he asked.

"You're right; Bug boy sounds way better."

Ethan tilted his head a little bit, trying to get a good look at you as the city lights hit your face just enough for him to see every detail. "Oh, you're gone again," you said, noticing him zoning off.

"Sorry, I'm keeping you up. You should go rest," you immediately added, taking a step back. "N-no, it's okay," Ethan stammered, feeling flustered by the way you caught him daydreaming.

"I mean, I'm used to being up late, you know, patrolling the city and all. Sleep isn't a big deal for me," he tried to play it cool, but his nerves were getting the best of him. The hands that had been resting on his hips were now awkwardly crossed over his chest.

You didn't really believe him; to you, he was just tired. Him daydreaming about being with you was the last of your thoughts; he was Spider-Man, after all.

"Okay," you whispered once he took two steps closer to where you stood. You felt your breath get caught in your throat, his scent taking over you. "Uhm…" you tried to think of ways to keep the conversation going, your mind going suddenly blank because of him.

"I… I held Leggy once."

"You've said," his voice sounded huskier as he stared down at you through his mask. You felt kind of silly, staring at a red mask full of web patterns and wide, white eyes. You wished he'd take it off, just to see who was the boy you'd been pining over for months, to see him just once. "Yeah… veeery hairy spider," you continued.

He nodded, and reached one of his hands up to your waist, just testing the waters. Your pajama shirt rode up slightly because of the texture of his glove, and you shivered at his hand touching your skin, even if it was covered by that annoying suit. Ethan stared down at his hand, pondering if he should rip out the cloth just to actually feel your skin.

When you didn't make a move to separate from him, he took a deep breath and, with his free hand, he pulled his mask up. Not all the way, you could only see his nose and his mouth, and a few curly hairs that stuck out from the back of his head and from under his ears. Ethan bit his bottom lip, contemplating showing you his whole face, but he wasn't ready. Not yet.

So he dropped the hand down to yours, linking your fingers together as you stared at every feature of his face available to you. He had a button nose, a few freckles near it, and you were certain that the mask still hid many more. His lips were chapped, like he'd been biting on them for a while, the bits of hair you could see seemed very healthy, and you felt like a freak for wondering what shampoo he used, if it smelled like him.

Your breath got heavier, just by looking at him. And Ethan finally let go of his own lip, parting them slightly. You moved your hand to his wrist, holding yourself up while you got on your tiptoes. You were close, so close, and you tightened your hold on his arm.

Ethan yelped when the web-shooter shot a tissue up to the yellow construction crane that towered over your building, making him shoot up along with it. You stared up at him, cheeks hot in embarrassment.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry," your voice cracked just a bit in shame as Ethan struggled to untie the webs that had swept him up. "It's fine!" he called out, finally dropping down to you. Upside down, one hand holding onto the string, along with his legs, and his free one doing a thumbs up. Well, a thumbs down from your point of view.

When Ethan realized, he flipped it around, and you smiled. He finally cracked into a grin, and you felt like your air was knocked away, taken back by his beautiful smile. He was gorgeous, the small part of his face you could actually see was gorgeous.

"C'mere," he said, reaching his free hand out to your arm, pulling you in so your face was met with his, finally at the same height, even if he was upside down. "The blood will rush to your head if you stay like this for long," you said nervously, feeling kind of shaky.

He shrugged. "Eh, Bug boy can handle it."

"Oh, is that your superhero excuse for everything now?" you teased, trying to lighten the tension between you two. Ethan chuckled softly, and you noticed his cheeks tinting slightly, even under the mask.

"Maybe," he replied playfully. Before you could think of a response, he reached for your face, awkwardly cradling it with only one hand and pulling you closer. You stumbled two small steps forward until your nose brushed against his. And he licked his lips before giving you another toothy grin which you were sure would knock you off your feet if you weren't so focused on imagining how he was going to kiss you, instead.

You opened your mouth, ready to say whatever nonsense was going through your head, but he stopped you by pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling away and tilting his head to get a better angle. He let out a warm breath into your mouth as he relaxed into the kiss.

Afraid of him falling, you held his arm with your hand, your other one going to the side of his face to push his lips even closer to yours. He chuckled against your mouth, making you smile as well. Ethan's arm was growing tired, and his kisses started to get more sloppy and wet as he pushed himself closer to you, almost snapping the web in half by the pressure.

You pulled back, a small string of saliva separating you and Ethan as he grinned. His mask's eyes narrowing, showing you just how his smile covered his whole face. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special," you said, playfully wiping the saliva from your lips with the back of your hand.

"Sorry about that," Ethan said, still grinning. "I guess I got carried away."

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable and slightly awkward response. "No worries, Bug boy," you teased, poking his chest playfully. "I think you've still got some superhero etiquette to learn."

"Oh, I'll make sure to work on my superhero kissing skills," he replied, feigning seriousness as he put a hand to his heart before gracefully dropping on his feet.

"Good to know," you chuckled. He licked the inside of his cheek, cheekily smiling at you as you teased him. He took one step closer and wrapped his arm around your waist, giving you one more wet kiss on the lips and then moving to your cheek before pulling his mask down fully. "Sorry," he mumbled.

But the way you stared up at him with a smile made him put the cloth up again, pecking your lips four times before stepping back. "Okay. I'm done," he promised, and you chuckled as he tightened his hands into fists, clearly struggling not to touch you again.

You couldn't help but laugh at Ethan's adorable struggle to control himself.

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simply-wlw-kpopstan · 1 month

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5. I'm sorry

⚠️ Spoilers ahead, tiny bit of smut

Everyone was going home today, you managed to get doa alone for a few minutes but she didn't know what harin was taking either. Despite the events yesterday you did have some fun here. Yerim was still checking her phone every 5 seconds hoping that eunjeong would text. A few days passed by and sooji managed to stop the game but now the whole world knew and they started an investigation. You never saw harin look so... Hurt. Dayeon had voted to quit the game and that was a slap to harin's face but it didn't compare to the look on her face when you stood up. You hated yourself for breaking her like that and were tempted to walk up to her and hold her. You had to keep yourself from actually doing it and avoided looking at her.

When they started the said investigation the class got diveded into groups and send off to other classes. You hadn't seen harin in the past 2 days until she showed up at your door. It was near 11 at night when your doorbell rang and you opened your door to a crying harin.

"I know I hurt you." she sniffled. "give me a chance to make things right. Come with me, we can transfer schools and start over. I promise I'll do whatever you want. Just please..... Don't leave me. I-I'm scared of being a-alone."

Seeing her this vulnerable broke you, "come here" you pulled her into your arms and inside the house before closing the door. For once you were sure this was real, no games and no ulterior motives. She started crying harder as you lead her towards the couch. "i'm here, I got you. Just let everything out." you ran your hand softly through her newly cut hair. When she came to school with this new look she shocked everyone but She was still just as beautiful.

"I-I'm sorry for SH-showing up like this." she stuttered out when she had calmed down.

"it's okay don't worry about that but uuh... How did you know where I live?" you asked carefully.

"I read your file and I know that's wrong but I did it with everyone back then." she made a move to sit up but you just nudged her back.

"it's okay, just lay down for a little while." she moved back in your arms and layed her head on your chest. "what else do you know about me from my file?"

"that you live with your aunt." she grabbed your hand that wasn't playing with her hair and gave a kiss on it. "i'm so sorry about your parents I didn't know."

"it's okay, it's a long time ago." you sighed as memories flashed inside your mind. You had lost your parents when you were 6, they had dropped you off at school and later got into an accident. You remember your aunt picking you up and taking you home, her sitting you down and telling you about what had happened and that you could stay with her if you wanted too.

"where is your aunt?"

"somewhere in Italy I think?" as you thought back to remember, harin moved and layed down with her head in your lap to look at you.

"you don't know where she is?"

"I know she's in Italy, she left a few weeks ago to work on some deals in a couple of cities. She mentioned them and wrote them down somewhere but I don't remember where."

"is she gone a lot?"

"from time to time. She only started traveling for work 2 years ago. I don't mind it though, I can take care of myself." you smiled down at her.

"I can see that." she smiled up at you, "I never knew you were from a wealthy background. Didn't you get a scholarship to baekyeon?"

"shouldn't you know that since you read my file?" you teased and she nudged you, "I did get an art scholarship. My aunt said I should take it, she'd put the money she normally had to pay in my college fund." you ran your fingers through her hair again before trailing them down to caress her cheek, "I can't just transfer because you ask me, you know that right?"

She lets out a sigh and closes her eyes at your touch, leaning into your hand with a sad smile. " I know. It just would've been nice to make a fresh start with my- with you." she catches herself just before she slipped but you knew what she wanted to say and couldn't help but smile. She was going to refer to you as her girlfriend. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"What were you going to say…" you wanted to hear her say it. "myyyyyy...." you dragged out in a teasing tone and she rolled on her side, nuzzling her face into your stomach gently. "come on, say it." you gently poked her side making her laugh.

"don't make me say it please." she muttered into your shirt. As you ran your hand through her hand again she moved back again. "thank you for tonight. I know I don't deserve it." her bottomlip trembled slightly at her words and you shook your head before leaning down, "You are the only one who has ever cared this much." she mumbled against your lips before giving in to the kiss.

Harin slipped her hand behind your neck as she moved up to sit next to you again. Slowely she leaned backwards, pulling you with her until she was laying down on the couch with you on top of her. Before things get too heated you pull away, "harin I can't do this. You're too vulnerable right now and I don't want to take advantage."

"You're not I promise. I want this, please. I want you. I..." She's clearly struggling to keep her tears from falling and you quickly wipe the ones that fall away, "I want to know how it feels to be loved."

"you already do." you smile softly at her, "because I love you. Even after everything I still loved you and I hated it, I still wanted to believe that the girl I'm looking at right now was still in there. I'm so happy that I was right about it."

"please" she pulls you closer again and your lips hover right above hers, "please I want to - " her voice cracks at the end and you folded, leaning down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss. She sighs as you slip your knee in-between her thighs, her hands slip under your shirt and you gasped at the cold feeling.

"we should take this to the bedroom." you pull her off the couch but harin quickly reconnects your lips. Never in a million years did you think she could be this needy and submissive, she always appeared confident but the girl in your arms was so fragile. As you make your way to your bedroom you bump into stuff and it makes the both of you chuckle every time, smiling against each other's lips but never straying to far from the other. You manage to get to your bed without breaking anything, harin sat down before you could even say something and slightly tugs at your shirt to get you on top of her again.

You leaned down to press another kiss on her lips as you fiddled with the buttons of her cardigan. Once you popped the last one open, harin had pulled it off immediately. She grabbed the hem of your shirt and only when you nodded did she pull it off of you. "are you sure?" you ask again.

"yes." she puts a hand on your hip and pulls you closer to her, "i'm a 100% sure."

"if you want to stop you can say so okay?" You cupped her cheeks and made her look up at you, "and please tell me if something makes you uncomfortable." she nodded at your words and with those promises made you both stripped down completely. Once completely void of clothes you climb in bed, kissing and caressing one another's body. As you're kissing down harin's neck You reached down and rubbed her clit. You started off slowly making small circles. If she wants to feel loved then that's what you'll do, shower her with soft and gentle touches until she reached her high. She squirmed at the sensation, her nails scratching down your back in a silent plea to give her more.

Her eyes fall shut when you curl your fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. The sounds that were escaping were music to your ears but you needed more, you needed to hear her moan your name, needed to know how she tasted. You lick your lips at the thought and made your way down her body, kissing and marking a trail that would only be known by the two of you.

“oh fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head back with a heavy gasp as your lips sealed shut around her sensitive nub. She grabbed your head and pullled you closer, feeling the pleasure get more and more intense. You switched between licking and sucking while your fingers still pumped inside of her. As you feel her walls clench on your fingers you knew she was close and were torn between staying in-between her legs and finishing her off or to add more sensation with your kisses. She wanted to feel loved so it was an easy decision. You get back up to her face as you reposition your hand so your palm would replace the friction of your tongue while your fingers were still pumping and curling inside of her, hitting her g spot over and over again.

You kiss a trail up and down her neck, stopping at her pulse point and biting down as you feel her body tense up. "it's okay, let go baby" harin's nails drag down your back as her orgasm arrives.

"fuck." she moans as she comes down from her high. Your fingers still slowely going in and out to let her ride it out completely. "I could get use to that"

"So could I" you said as you smiled against her skin. "do you... do you want to stay?" you leaned up on your elbows and watched her think it over, " we can wash up and cuddle."

"I'll stay" she smiles. "but only if you join me."

"don't get too bold now," you leaned down and stole a few kisses, " I can do much more then I just did, remember our conversation in the art studio at school?"

"hmm, I do and you weren't lying when you said you were good with your hands."

"come on," you got off the bed and held out your hand, " let's take a shower before we go to bed. You can use my bathroom, I'll change the sheets when you're in there and you can just grab anything from my closet. I'll be in the other bathroom if you need anything okay? It's down the hall on the right."

You stripped your bed from the sheets and replaced them with fresh linen, threw the dirty ones in the washing machine and hopped in the shower. When you get back to your bedroom harin is already laying down on the freshly made bed in your clothes and you had to admit you liked the sight more than you thought you would. you slipped in beside her and the moment you stopped moving she turns around to cuddle into you, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck and a hand on your stomach underneath your shirt. "goodnight princess."

you hear her mumble something back but it was too hard to make out what she said as she was succumbing to her sleep.

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Movie Night

Pairings: Robin Buckley Word Count: 1.7k words Kink: Thigh riding Warnings: NSFW, kinktober, thigh riding, swearing, implied oral (f!receiving), relatively vanilla... A/N: I'm late for Kinktober but I'm going to keep posting these until I finish. If I still have prompts left over, I am going to transfer it into a Christmas event and we'll call it. Thanks and enjoy!

A raspy giggle bubbles out of Robin's chest when you pull her closer to your chest. She'd gotten up to bring the plate of cookies from the kitchen and decided she'd just sit in your lap, expecting you to push her off and call her annoying when she blocks your view of the TV. Instead, you wrap your arms around her front and pull her down so her back is flush against your chest, biting her shoulder teasingly.

"What are you, a fucking dog?" she jokes, scooting off your lap after setting the cookies down and making you let go of her.

"Worse," you smile, leaning over to her and wrapping her back up in your arms to pull her back into you. "I'm your girlfriend."

"That is worse," she mumbles, grabbing a cookie and pouting when you take it just as she's about to take a bite. She just grabs another and rolls her eyes when you take a bite of yours and give it back.

You turn your eyes back to the screen, trying to catch back on to the plot and being unable to engage with it again. It was some kind of B-movie horror plot with a lot of fake blood, cliché jokes, bad graphics, terrible jumpscares, and honestly too many sex scenes that have at least one boob flash that has the both of you quieting down.

You and Robin have been together for a few good months, and they've been glorious months. Of course, your relationship is a secret among the world of people who aren't your fucked-up little group of weirdos and freaks, but you're happy. You're more than happy. And you can't be together for as long as you have been and not…experiment.

You and Robin have fucked before.

But you're still very awkward people who can only respond so well to pretty women with pretty boobs on screen. But you digress…

"What's this movie even about?" you ask, setting your chin on her shoulder and looking at her.

She shrugs her free shoulder. "I don't know. Steve gave it to me when I asked what we should watch tonight."

Just as the words come out, both your focus is stolen when the sounds of a girl's over-exaggerated moans reign through the living room after the sequence had cut to yet another sex scene.

When you turn, you're both met with a face full of bouncing boobs as the woman is meant to be riding some dude's lap. You scoff and roll your eyes to hide your fluster, but she just ducks her head and turns to you. It's awkward, watching these poor depictions of romance and sex on screen and being so…new to romance and sex in real life.

Your eyes lock with hers, and she gives you a smile upon seeing your pretty face so close to hers. Her gaze darts to your slightly chapped lips and wants to kiss you so, so much. So she does.

It took a shameful amount of time, for the both of you, but you have finally reached that point that you no longer have to ask the other one for hand-holding and hugs and kisses anymore. Steve and Eddie call you pathetic, and you are. But so are they, so it doesn't matter.

Her lips brush yours, and you pull her in to be rid of the petty shyness with your hand on the back of her neck. She hums against your lips and then pulls away, smiling prettily. "You know he picked this movie on purpose, right?" she mutters. "He's trying to get us to have sex."

You shrug, smiling to yourself as you stare at her lips. "We'll get him a bouquet or something," you say as you bring her close again.

Your curled lips move softly but insistently against her curled lips as you blindly reach for the remote to cease the incessant wailing of the "sex scene" that has honestly just gone way too long. You manage to get it paused as you adjust yourself to straddle Robin's lap. And she's happy to have you as her hands fall to your waist, and she makes sure you can't break away from her.

You hold her face in your hands, squishing her cheeks a bit. She's so pretty, you note in between kisses when you let your eyes open just enough to see the freckles dusting her cheeks and her nose and her forehead, and her face bare of any makeup, which brings out the beauty of her freckles even more.

She squeezes your waist a little tighter, lowering her palms to your waist and bringing you in closer. Her lips strayed from yours to graze the skin for your neck, tentative little nips and suckles at the flesh making you sigh as you bare your throat to give her space to decorate. Her nose nudges the bottom of your chin, and you chuckle lightly. You feel her smile at the vibrations in your throat when you do.

You graze your fingers along your shoulders, down her spine through her clothes as her back arches into you as a result. You swivel your hips down on her, searching for friction as the heat in your flesh rises. You feel her hand curl around your leg, shifting it over her lap so you sit on her thigh. You moan at the friction you find there as you shift your hips again.

Robin’s hand trails up to your ass again, pulling you closer as you continue to grind down on her. Her eyes are glued to you as they trail along your face, one of her hands raising from your hip to trace along the skin of your neck and feel the vibrations from the gentle moans that slip out. She wraps the hand around your neck and pulls you close, kissing your neck again and urging your hips with her free hand into another seductive roll.

You grind yourself a little rougher, your movements becoming more desperate as the wetness begins to seep through your shorts and stain the material of her jeans. She doesn’t seem to care, both her hands gripping your waist in favor of encouraging your eager pursuit against her thigh.

You whimper when she stops you, bringing you up to make you stand on shaky legs as she pulls you close by your waist again to lift your shirt enough to kiss your belly. You pull it over your head, and she pulls your shorts down your legs. You’re reaching for your panties when she just pulls you back down onto her thigh and kisses you again. She devours your mouth, this woman hungry for your desire much different from the girl you spent endless nights next to in front of the old television set watching B movies with.

You moan as the material of her jeans rubs at your clit rhythmically, separated only by the thin material of your cotton panties. Your arms come to rest behind her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you kiss her with as much attention as you can spare with the way her thigh’s got you so distracted. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down hard on it as the pleasure rises deliciously in your belly. Your arousal is soaking through your clothes, only making your desire for her all the worse as does hers for you.

“God, you’re so wet,” she sighs, watching your pussy run against the fabric of her jeans. "Keep riding my thigh, baby. You're doing amazing."

Her name is a whimper from your throat as she encourages you. The pleasure is rising within you and your legs begin to ache and tremble against your efforts. "Bobbie, I'm gonna cum," you moan. "Shit, it's so good."

Her hold of your waist tightened a little more, her nails digging into your flesh as she attached herself to your lips and your jaw and your neck. She nods, concentrating on your grinding clit a little more. "Get yourself off on my thigh. Come on, baby, you can do it."

You keep rolling your hips, your breath shuddering at every little rub against your clit as the sensitivity heightened more and more. The pleasure crackled within your limbs, like pop rocks on your tongue or those sparklers you light with Robin on the Fourth of July.

And just like that, you press your body against Robin's as you cum, thighs trembling and chest heaving as you gasp a loud moan of her name.

"Oh, God," you huffed. "Fuck, Bobbie."

Robin listens to you with heavy breaths of her own, her kiss-swollen lips parted and her hooded eyes watching your every unfolding. "You look so beautiful, baby," she smiles. You hardly notice the way her hips shift, excited by your arousal while you're gripping her shoulders and resting your forehead on hers.

She watches you come down, rubbing your hands on her shoulders and neck before you're taking her lips on your own. She kisses you gingerly, a smile in the curve of her lips as she holds you tight.

"Oh, God! Please!"

You both turn toward the TV as the screaming of one of the characters you hadn't even realized existed is brutally (and comically) murdered on camera, a knife "stabbing" into her and "carving" her up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

You snicker, turning back to Robin and bursting into laughter upon seeing her face alone. She joins you, resting her head in the crook of your neck as her shoulders bounce with each laugh.

You tilt her chin up to kiss her again, and she chuckles against you. "Better?" she asks, raising a brow.

You nod, "Yeah." Reluctantly, you slip off her thigh and put your hands over your face as you take in the sight of her soaked pant leg. "Fuck, sorry."

She laughs. "I mean, I'm not complaining."

"You're fucking weird," you mutter, moving to your knees in front of her as you crook a finger around the waistband of her jeans.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

You undo the button. "Reciprocating."

"Oh," she stutters but doesn't object. You pull her jeans down her legs and push them apart. Her body blushes and she chuckles gently, giddily, before picking up the remote. "That can wait."

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girlgenius1111 · 5 months

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i can't hide from you like i hide from myself

part 3 of cool about it. reader almost relapses. almost.

tw for mentions of self harm.

Recovery was just as hard as you remembered it; the only difference was that you didn't know how the hell you did it without Alexia the first time. She had kept her promise; she was right there with you, every second of everyday, someone always anticipating what you needed.

The hardest part was getting rid of the guilt you felt; so far, you hadn't struggled with needing to do it again. You were just overcome with shame. You were back in therapy, though, and the necessary adjustments were being made to your medication. Things were looking up. Recovery, though, is evidently not just an upwards slope.

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You'd insisted that Alexia go out with her sister and her sister's friends. She'd been by you side constantly, and you knew she needed to get out. You weren't really feeling up to that yet, though, so you assured her you would be fine, and all but shoved her out the door.

In your defense, you hadn't been feeling bad when she'd left. Alright, maybe a little down, but nothing you couldn't handle. You'd had a calm night in, watching TV and catching up on emails. You were doing alright, admittedly excited for Alexia to return home.

The catalyst was a simple nick in the shower; you were shaving your legs, mind on the next day's practice, when you felt a sharp sting. You dragged the blade to the side slightly on accident, and there was a small cut on your shin. You dropped the razor in shock, watching in horror as blood dripped from the wound.

You hadn't done it on purpose. You hadn't. Suddenly, though, all you could think about was doing it on purpose. Somewhere in your panicked brain, you remembered that this was an addiction, like any other addiction. Even if you didn't want to do it for the normal reasons, your body still craved the release.

It would have been so easy to just give in. Alexia wasn't due home for a few hours, and you were already bleeding. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, picking up the razor and chucking it out of the shower, into the sink. You washed the remaining conditioner from your hair, hands shaking, before shutting the water off and climbing out.

You didn't even want to look at the cut on your shin. It was a combination of reminding you of what you'd done just a few weeks ago, and what you desperately wanted to do right now.

You left the bathroom, getting dressed quickly, before forcing yourself to apply some pressure on the cut. It wasn't deep, or serious by any means, but shins had the tendency to bleed a lot, and if you didn't want to drip blood all over your apartment, you had to do something.

Your hands continued to shake as you held a washcloth over the cut, and you felt your control slipping. You were panicking, and you knew what you should do. What you needed to do. Without letting yourself think too hard, you grabbed your phone off the bed, sitting down on the ground. You clicked Alexia's contact, reminding yourself that she wanted you to call her, she'd told you to call her.

"Hola mi amor! Everything alright?" She asked, clearly trying to mask her alarm at the call from you.

"Yeah, um. I mean, no. I'm sorry. Can you come home? I need you." You said weakly. Alexia's tone shifted instantly, and you heard her tell someone, presumably her sister, that she had to go, before she was speaking to you again.

"Of course, mi amor, I'm leaving right now, I'll be there in 5 minutes. Stay on the phone with me, vale?" She said, and you let out a hum of agreement. She didn't ask you to explain, or ask you what was wrong. She knew that you needed her, and that was enough for her to speed home. The sound of her breathing over the line was enough to keep you grounded, until you heard her shut the car door behind her, rushing up into the house. "I'm coming up, okay? Where are you?"

"Bedroom." You mumbled. You were really starting to panic now, head spinning with anxiety. You heard the front door open and close, and Alexia's fast footsteps as she rushed towards the bedroom. She threw the door open, her phone forgotten in her hand, as her eyes frantically searched for you. The minute her eyes met yours, and flew down to your leg, you realized what it looked like.

"Oh, mi amor," she sighed, and you couldn't help but feel like she was disappointed in you.

"It wasn't on purpose, Ale, I promise, it was an accident," you told her frantically. She moved to sit down next to you, moving your hand away from your shin as she inspected the cut.

"Okay." she said, believing you. Still, you insisted, not really hearing her response.

"I was shaving and the razor slid, I promise, I didn't do it on purpose, Alexia," you cried, and it sounded like you were begging her to believe you. With her free hand, she cupped your cheek, shushing you.

"I believe you, mi amor, it's alright. I'm here, and everything is fine," she told you soothingly. You were still panicking, though, still completely distraught, eyes glued to your shin.

"Look at me, bonita, eyes up here," she said, drawing your attention away from the cut. She gripped your chin gently, holding your gaze there. "Deep breath in, with me," she told you, exaggerating a deep breath. You stumbled over another inhale, but Alexia's attention stayed on you, reminding you when to breathe in and out.

With her help, you managed to calm down. After a minute of following Alexia's breathing, you opened your mouth. You had to be honest, you had to tell her the truth, before you lost your nerve.

"It wasn't on purpose," you said again, and Alexia looked at you sympathetically, nodding her head. "I almost did though, after. I almost did it again," you told her brokenly.

"Okay, mi niña. You didn't though; you called me instead," she reminded you. "You asked for help when it would have been easy not to, and I am so proud of you, bebe," Alexia insisted. You looked at her uncertainly.

"I shouldn't have freaked out, though, I don't know why I did," you reasoned, not really prepared to except her praise. Alexia shook her head, though.

"No, amor, that's not true. What happened before was traumatic, and this was something so similar to that experience; it makes sense that this was really upsetting to you." She sounded so sure, so convinced, you couldn't help but internalize her words, just a little.

"I'm sorry you had to leave dinner," you told her quietly, still feeling incredibly guilty.

"Don't be sorry. I want you to call me when you need me, no matter what I'm doing," she replied. Her words made you feel so loved, but at the same time, you felt so unworthy of that love.

"You're too good to me. I don't deserve you," you mumbled attempting to slightly farther from her. She reached out to stop your movements, lips pursed in dissatisfaction. She hated that you didn't see yourself the way she did; that you didn't recognize that every hard moment was worth it, because the good you brought her was unmeasurable.

"You deserve good, y/n. You deserve everything good. Even when it's hard to accept, even when you don't feel like it. You always deserve to be treated with love, and care, and patience," she paired her words with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you to lean against her chest, until you were enveloped by her soft sweater, by her comforting scent. "I'd sit with you here for as long as you need me. I love you, and I'm always going to love you, even when you don't feel like you deserve it," she promised.

You tried to burn her words into your memory. You didn't want to ever forget them. Not the way she said them, her chest vibrating under your ear, or the way she spoke slowly, wanting you to hear every sentence.

Leaning up, you softly kissed Alexia's pillowy lips. It was slow, and somehow meaningful. It communicated how thankful you were for her words, for how patient she was with you. She kissed you back, cradling your face like it was breakable, lips moving against yours perfectly. You broke apart after a minute, and you looked up at her, at the adorable way she her eyes crinkled slightly when they met yours.

'Thank you for being here," you said.

"Always," she replied, without hesitation. She'd promised it before, but something about this time was different. You believed her.

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soft alexia <3

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