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[edgeofn1ght]

It's wip Wednesday, my dudes

So I've been working on this 'never a jedi' obikin au for many months, maybe a year at this point, idk. But, by some miracle, I feel like I'm possibly finally gonna finish soooooon. 🤞🏻 so anyway, I thought I'd share a little bit.

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Anakin carefully stretched out with his senses and found that all was calm. He reached further looking for someone, anything, but didn’t get much beyond the general course of life on the planet. But then, on the edges of his consciousness, a single life form appeared, close… They were inside the house with him.

Anakin knew he should be on high alert, but he couldn’t find it within himself to be. Perhaps he could come back to the why later. Wherever he was, he felt safe and not in any danger. The life form felt calm, relaxed, and slightly amused. Suddenly, he heard a low humming, but not like the humming of the Force, but a living being softly humming a tune. It wasn’t in the room with him but it was close. Then it stopped.

"Ah, you're awake."

Anakin whipped his head in the direction of the voice. THAT VOICE. A voice he knew better than anyone else's. A voice he had heard every day since he was nine years old, a voice he'd grown to love more than anyone else's. He twisted around to get a better look, hissing when his side and back protested, clearly still in no shape to move so quickly.

“Take it easy!” The voice warned.

He watched in disbelief as the source of the voice set a tray down on the small table in front of the sofa. As he took in the man before him, his chest constricted and tightened as his breathing became shallow. He stood on the precipice of a panic attack with no way to ward it off. Because here was Obi-Wan Kenobi in the flesh. Standing in front of him, whole and alive.

[thenameswinter99]

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Shoutout to the dedicated cheerleaders of wips who comment on each chapter and motivate the poor fic writer to keep going you are crucial to the ecosystem

[kookslastbutton]

what love feels like ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Being a mother to a beautiful baby girl and wife to an adoring husband is the most rewarding feeling in the world. But you also work a full-time job, are overtired most of the time, stressed, don't have any alone time, look very different than eight years ago, and sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs on you until one day, all of your deepest insecurities rear their ugly head–that your husband might not love you as much anymore and someone could take him away from you.

Pairing: husband!yoongi x reader

AU/genre: angst, fluff, smut, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: swearing, both Yoongi and oc are in their 30s, mom and full-time worker!oc, reserved!dad!yoongi, lack of intimacy, mentions of body insecurities post-pregnancy, mentions of fear of abandonment, mentions of jealousy. irrational worries, built-up stress, light fighting, silent treatment, stubbornness, lots of reassurance, nightmares, cute backstory of how they met, a lot of ily, Yoongi and oc being good parents 🥹, Yoongi calls oc doll, and explicit sexual content

sexual warnings: swearing, kissing, neck kisses, pleading, banter, dirty talk, doll petname, asking for consent, b**b squeezing & sucking, hair threading, penetration, f*ngering, big d*ck!yoongi, growling, missi*nary, eye contact, tearing up, c*ming together

Now Playing: Breathing by Anne Marie

a/n: Okay this was for Yoon's bday. Based on the poll, husband!Yoon won. Was intended to be a Drabble but well...heh 😅 Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this fic and Yoon is just such a good hubby for responding well to these very relatable insecurities. (Low-key love this couple...) I'm sorry for any typos or warnings i missed! I checked and double checked but a few might have slipped. Enjoy! Anyway please enjoy! 🥰

“So, you're Jia's father, huh? I don’t think I've seen you here before, and I’m sure I would have recognized you.”

With his back straight and arms folded, Yoongi gives the woman in front of him a quick once-over. Mid-40s, freshly single, and definitely in need of some companionship. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out; she’s been talking his ear off for the past twenty minutes like he’s some kind of remedy to all her problems.

Honestly, he just swung by to pick up his four-year-old from daycare after another grueling day at work. But the moment he walked in, it was as if all the single moms latched onto him like a flock of hungry geese. This one’s name is Sandra in particular.

It reminds him of his college basketball days, how the cheerleaders all too eagerly swarmed around him after sinking the winning shot at the championship game. Shame he was too busy eyeing the girl in the stands to care, her face buried behind a book twice as big as her head. Who reads an 800-page novel during the playoffs anyway?

Fate, as one may call it, intervened about a week later when his best friend became said girl’s lab partner. Yoongi didn’t make any sudden moves at first, but well, he did make her his wife three years later.

“It’s just so nice to finally meet the father of such a sweet child. Especially considering how many dads tend to take a backseat in their child's early years.” Is she still going on? Yoongi does his best to stay present, though it’s proving unsuccessful. “And Jia truly is an angel! It’s clear you’re doing a wonderful job raising her, even with a full-time job and all.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together at the somewhat odd choice of words. “Thanks,” he drawls out, noticing her pupils dilating with every breath. “Most of the credit goes to my wife though. She’s a great mom to Jia.”

“Jia’s m-mom?” Sandra stutters, her mouth slightly agape. Yoongi senses the gears turning in her head as she struggles to process the unexpected presence of his wife. Tempting as it is, he holds down a smirk. Of course, he’s a happily married man–for nearly eight years now.

“Yeah,” he replies simply. “She’s usually the one to pick up our daughter from daycare, but she’s been working a lot of overtime lately. I thought I'd come instead so she can get some rest."

“Oh, well that’s very–“

“Daddy! Daddy, you’re here!” The sound of a familiar high-pitched voice, along with a light pattering of feet, diverts both adult’s attention.

“Hey kid.” Yoongi effortlessly lifts the small child once in front of him, securing her in his arms. “Have fun today?”

Jia gives an enthusiastic nod, bright red ribbons in her hair bouncing cutely as she does. Proudly, she shows him the drawing she made.

“See? It’s me, you, and mommy!” She makes sure to point to each part of the picture with her pointer finger.

Yoongi gently takes the artwork from his daughter’s hand and lets out a soft chuckle. “Now this is what I call a masterpiece! Mommy’s gonna love hanging this one on the fridge. How about I hold onto this and you go grab your backpack, okay?”

As soon as Jia’s feet touch the carpeted floor again, she races off to her cubby in the far corner of the room. Yoongi shoots Sandra a final glance before slowly following behind. “We got to get going, but nice meeting you.”

“You…too.” Sandra’s response is more than disappointed as she watches the father-daughter duo make their way out of the building. Evidently, Min Yoongi isn’t the single dad she originally assumed. Funny, she swore there wasn’t a wedding band in sight. Maybe she missed it.

“No, I’m sorry but I’m certain we haven’t used any of your services in the last six months. My husband canceled it in late October.”

With one hand, you grip your cell phone up to an ear while the other pops open the dishwasher. You’ve been on the phone with the cable company for half an hour, trying to make sense of an unexpected charge that appeared on your bank account this morning. You consider yourself more patient than most, yet after working all day, a pile of laundry waiting to be washed, and dinner threatening to burn on the stove, the last thing you have time for is arguing with your old service provider.

“I understand, ma’am, and I apologize for any confusion. I’m taking a look at my records and they’re all showing me that—oh wait a second.”

The young man on the opposite end of the line interrupts his own thought, piquing your concern in the process.

“What did you say your last name is?”

You answer and in an instant, you’re met with a thousand rushed apologies; something about getting the account names mixed up in their system. It’s difficult to decipher everything you hear with the front door being thrust open that very moment.

“Mommy, where are you? We’re home!” Your daughter not so subtly announces her presence from the foyer. She kicks off her shoes, hangs her backpack on the designated wall hook, and then rushes to the kitchen upon catching a brief glimpse of your shirt.

“It’s alright, these mistakes happen.” You hang up the call and turn around to find Jia only steps away, a big goofy grin on her face. Infectious, you break out into a smile yourself and swoop her up.

“Hey honey, I missed you so much!” You kiss the side of your daughter’s head as she wraps her small arms around your neck. “You look so pretty with all these ribbons in your hair! Daddy did a good job, didn’t he?”

Being that you were called into work earlier than usual this morning, Yoongi was the one who got Jia dressed and ready for daycare. You’re delightfully surprised by the results.

“Mmhm,” Jia nods, twirling a couple of strands of hair between her thumb and forefinger. “But Daddy pulls too much!”

“Maybe if someone had listened and stopped fussing when I told her, I wouldn’t have accidentally yanked on her hair when I was reaching for her favorite Hello Kitty scrunchie.” Yoongi joins you both in the kitchen, walking over to press a quick peck on your lips while tenderly caressing the small of your back. The gesture soothes you of your earlier frustrations. “Who was that on the phone? Cable company?”

“Yeah, they canceled the charge. Wrong account.” As you reiterate the entire mix-up, your eyes wander all over your husband. He’s especially handsome tonight, given his perfectly tousled black hair and navy blue blazer flowing over his body. It’s tastefully oversized with a clean, white top paired underneath. You, on the other hand, are sporting a raggedy old t-shirt and stained sweatpants.

There was a time when you used to put a shit ton more effort into your appearance. It was before you got pregnant with Jia, back when you and Yoongi were going out on weekly dates. Neither of you has that kind of time anymore, or energy for that matter. You didn’t believe the other moms when they told you the romance takes a nose dive after you have your first kid. Yet here you are, proven wrong again.

Being parents to a beautiful baby girl is likely the most rewarding feeling in the world for you and Yoongi. You don’t remember the last time the two of you got real quality alone time though. And sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs more on you with each passing day to be honest. Sure, you’re not the same person you used to be eight years ago, but shouldn’t you and Yoongi still make time for at least a little intimacy?

“How was picking up Jia by the way?” You look at Yoongi who merely shrugs nonchalantly in response.

“It was fine. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Yoong gives you another peck before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. “I’m gonna go get changed. Why don’t you show Mommy the drawing you did Jia?”

“A drawing?” You shift your attention to your daughter whose eyes sparkle like diamonds upon mention. “We should put it up on the fridge then. Let’s take a look hmm?”

“It’s in my backpack! My new friend and I were drawing together. Her name is Mi-Sun.” Jia continues telling you all about her friend Mi-Sun as you make your way to the front door where her backpack hangs. You’re fully engaged until the very end. “Daddy made a new friend too!” she joyously claps her hands together, not realizing the depth of her remark.

“Oh, who’s Daddy’s new friend honey?” You ask, staying as calm as possible.

“Ms. Cho! They were talking for a really long time today.”

Ms. Cho? You think back to all the moms you’ve met at daycare. Somehow you can’t recall ever hearing or meeting a Ms. Cho. She must be a single mom, you deduce. Was she new? What did she look like? And why didn’t Yoongi mention her when you asked?

This has to be nothing but a little small talk, an acquaintance at most. Besides, the moms at Jia’s daycare are quite a chatty bunch and Yoongi wouldn’t dare overstep any boundaries.

“Do you know what they were talking about?” You don’t enjoy asking your child for details about your husband, yet you can’t seem to help it this time.

“I dunno,” she shrugs her shoulders. "Daddy was laughing a lot."

Suddenly, the self-assurance you gave yourself earlier slips away; seemingly useless given the queasy feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

For the remainder of the night, you purposely dodge every attempt your husband makes to kiss, touch, and hold you. You’ve even begun responding to his questions in one-word answers and at times, with nothing at all.

Yes, you’re being petty; more than usual. The silent treatment frustrates Yoongi to no end and it isn’t very mature of you, but neither is refusing to tell your wife that some single mom was flirting with you in front of your kid! Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe it all sums up to a harmless conversation, but it’s not like you know either way with Yoongi being as reserved as he is. It brings you back to your early dating days when he wouldn’t think to tell you about various aspects of his day; who he ate breakfast with that morning or the one classmate of his that wouldn’t leave him alone for two semesters.

Truth be told, you're simply hoping that your husband will bring up the topic first, without having to be the classic nagging wife. You’re a jealous person by nature so it’s not a simple task. Even now as you fold the first batch of laundry on your shared bed, him on the other side doing the same, you struggle to keep from blurting everything out.

“So,” Yoongi fluffs up a clean pillowcase before sliding it onto one of the bed pillows. “How was work?”

What a basic question, you grumble internally. Is that all he’s got? “Was okay,” you reply. “The usual.”

“You must be tired from the day. Did you get to lie down at all?” Yoongi picks up another pillowcase, repeating the process as before. When he glances your way, it’s clear something’s on your mind. You’ve started pairing Jia’s socks far more aggressively than normal and you’re holding back your responses. “Did you hear me, doll? Or am I going deaf here?” The sarcastic chuckle distracts you from your task, forcing your attention.

You’re about to respond when your eyes briefly flicker down to his hands, his left one in particular. Where's his wedding ring? Yoongi always wears it no matter what. The same sick feeling from before returns tenfold. No wonder that Ms. Cho was all over him–she must have thought he was single.

“No, I didn’t get to lie down Yoongi. I worked all day, came home and made dinner, called the cable guy to get that stupid bill figured out, and now I’m doing the second load of laundry. I’m really just not in the mood to chat.” It comes out a blur as you snatch the empty laundry basket and head for your washer and dryer, your eyes welling up with tears.

“__, wait.” Yoongi tosses the last pillow near the headboard and stops you in your tracks, his hand firmly gripping one end of the laundry basket. The intensity of his stare softens as he speaks. “I'm sorry if it seems like I'm forcing you to talk. I know you've been losing a lot of sleep recently between work, Jia, and upkeeping the house. We just don't get a lot of time to see each other anymore and I miss you…I miss talking to you."

With every ounce of self-control remaining, you hold back any tears that risk spilling out. You don't know why you're acting like this, why you're crying over something that seems so small and insignificant to the rest of the world. Yoongi loves you. He's said it a million times and proven it to you over and over again, for eight years now. He wouldn’t cheat on you, yet you still get so worked up about the idea that someone could take him away from you. Someone half your age, more attractive, or hell even the opposite sex if it means fewer dark circles under their eyes.

"Why- why aren't you wearing your ring?" Your naturally confident voice dwindles to the whisper of a mouse. It's completely out of character, nevertheless, here you are.

"I..." Your husband's voice wavers. His gaze flickers to his left hand, where his ring should be, but isn't. "Shit...I took it off in the shower this morning," he confesses, frustrated by his forgetfulness. "I was in such a rush to get Jia to daycare, and me to work, that it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry—I fully intended to put it back on." He pauses, then perks up. "It's still in the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?"

You watch as he makes a beeline for the master bathroom, eager to rectify the situation as soon as possible. You should have kept silent what you say next, but you don't.

"No wonder the moms at Jia's daycare were so drawn to you."

"What?" Yoongi stops in his tracks. The dumbfounded expression on his face tells you that you've caught him off guard again.

"Jia told me about someone named Ms. Cho," you reluctantly continue. "The two of you were laughing and talking and–"

"Baby, don't worry about that." Seizing his chance, your husband walks back over to you and sneakily pulls the laundry basket from under your arm. He sets it on the ground after, then reaches to take your hand in his, but stubbornly you cross your arms.

"Her name's Sandra," he starts explaining. "She's a new mom at the daycare and she didn't know anyone, so she started talking to me. I got the sense she was a little overly friendly but it was all small talk, nothing more."

Still largely unsatisfied, you remain unmoved. "If it wasn't a big deal then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because nothing serious happened. The majority of the conversation was her venting about her ex-husband and me wishing you were right there next to me. Please believe me. All I could think about was finally being able to come home to you after a long week with Jia in our arms."

"Really?" Well, now you're feeling guilty for avoiding him in nearly every way tonight. Guilty for believing such wild assumptions that he'd leave you for someone else over one measly conversation. Guilty for letting yourself get so worked up over a situation you, quite frankly, knew few details about.

"I mean it doll." This time, when he reaches out to grasp your wrist, he succeeds. He intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you to the edge of your bed, gently pulling you down to sit on his lap. "Do you really think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you? Or think about you the way I have for the last eight-plus years we've been married and known each other?"

You hesitate your answer, averting his eye contact. "I know but…"

"No, don't finish that. Look at me," he intercepts. "You and our daughter are the only women on my mind–24/7. I can't get either of you out of my head and I don't want to. I'm so sorry I forgot to put my wedding band back on this morning, and again tonight. I feel awful about it and I'll be more careful from now on. And another thing, when Sandra and I were talking I mentioned you multiple times. So, it's clear to her that I'm a happily married man."

The last bit of information manages to perk your ears. "You talked about me?" Your eyes widen as you finally shift your full attention to him. Yoongi eyes widen with you, amused by your sudden change of heart to look at him.

"I said my wife is an amazing mother, works too hard for her own good, and needed to rest today. Give or take a few words."

That's all? You huff to yourself. Would it been nice if your husband also thrown in that you were beautiful or stunning in that mix of compliments? Yes, yes it would have–again, you're pettiness clouds your better judgment. You're not as pissed off as before, but rather semi-irritated.

"Okay…well I guess it's fine then. I'm sorry for being short with you earlier. I shouldn't have made those rash conclusions about the ring and that woman from the daycare. It wasn't reasonable of me." You get up from his lap, yet Yoongi isn't entirely convinced that you're okay.

"There's still something you're not telling me. I can tell."

"No, there's nothing else." You waive him off, placing your hand on your bedroom doorknob "You told her you had a wife so it's fine. I need to switch the second load of laundry.”

"Come on, doll. Let's not leave things unsaid now."

Sighing at his plead, you find yourself giving into all your repressed thoughts and emotions. It swallows you up, like a tidal wave you can't stop. "Look at me Yoon. I'm sweaty, I have dark circles under my eyes, stretch marks, love handles, my hair's a mess, and all I wear are old sweats covered in stains. I'm nothing like I used to be! No wonder we aren't intimate anymore."

Yoongi rises from the bed at once, offended by the sudden digression. "Is that what this is all about? It’s not even about that single mom from daycare is it?" The truth of the matter sinks in as he speaks.

"I guess maybe so…though I'm still annoyed about that too." Great, you're back to square one again.

"Come with me, I need to show you something." Your husband gestures you to follow him, which you slowly concede to.

"What are you doing Yoon?" You both walk into the master bathroom, stopping in front of the large mirror above the sink.

"I'm showing you the woman I'm in love with and have been in love with for nearly eight years now. Sweats and all." Yoongi makes you face the mirror directly, hands around your shoulders. You have trouble stomaching the sight.

"Yoongi please, I can't. The laundry ringing off." You avoid looking into the mirror and make a move to leave the bathroom.

"Just stay with me a minute, please?" Your husband refuses to loosen his hold on you, turning your body so you're looking eye to eye. "No, you're not the same person as you were and neither am I. We're parents to a beautiful daughter now, who we love and adore. We're also overtired 90% of the time, juggling a million things at once. But there's one thing you can count on to always stay the same–my loyalty to you. I'll always be in love with you __, no matter what age you are or however way you look. There's nothing you can do to change that, so why fight it?"

Dammit. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you take in his heart-melting speech. It's not his words alone, it's the sincerity behind them. How he's repeated similar countless times before throughout your entire relationship.

"I love you, Yoon..." you choke out the words, composure fleeting.

"I love you so much, doll." He wipes the wetness of your tear with his thumb. "As far as us not being as intimate anymore, that's my fault. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't desire you every day. Why don't we send the kid to my parents this weekend and let me start making things right hmm?"

"I don't know if we can this weekend. Jia has a playdate on Saturday."

"So, I'll ask Mom to take her. She'll be happy to, trust me. We can finally watch that movie you've been dying to show me since what? December?"

"You're serious?" Your eyes light up at the mention of what is essentially a movie date. The show Yoongi's referring to is one you've been craving to see for months, yet neither of you has found the time to watch. "I've been talking about it for so long, Yoon."

"I know you have, it's why I suggested it. I've been wanting to watch it too with all the trailers you keep sending me. Plus, I'll be able to keep my beautiful wife in my arms for over two hours. That's a lot for us, especially with you being such a busy bee. I can never get you to light in one place! What's up with that, huh?"

Feeling your natural self re-emerging, you throw a playful swat to his arm and scowl at his teasing comment. "You're one to talk! You're basically a workaholic! Besides, you knew who you were marrying when you met me."

Yoongi chuckles and brings both hands to cup your cheeks, squishing them slightly. "A cutie who reads 800-page novels at a basketball game?"

"Stop babying me!" You pull his hands off your cheeks and rub them, trying to regain some composure. "I don't regret my choices, I like books. It's why I'm such a boss at work!"

"Okay, boss," he laughs. "What about what I suggested before then? I can call Mom tomorrow and ask her if she could watch Jia for the day. She'll take her to her playdate, then they can spend the rest of the day together."

It does sound nice, having the whole day with your husband.

"Okay," you agree. "Let's try."

"Good." Yoongi slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you flush against his chest. "How about we seal it with a kiss now?" You nod and he leans his head down, pressing an amazing, tender kiss to your lips. It makes you both giddy on queue.

"Read one more story, Daddy!" Jia leaps off her small, twin bed and bounds for her bookshelf. She lets out a series of giggles when a large pair of hands catch her, lifting her high into the air.

"I already read you three books kid," Yoongi says, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Bedtime." He then tucks her into her fluffy comforter, plugs in her teddy bear nightlight, and closes her bedroom door.

The next second, Jia comes running out of her room, latching onto his right leg. "I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna play!" Figures she'd be hyper at this hour.

Yoongi sighs and picks her up. "Daddy told you to go to sleep, it's not playtime. You'll have lots of time for that tomorrow when you get to see your friend." He then carries her into her room, yet she fusses in his arms; thumping her tiny fists into his chest.

"No, no, no, Daddy. I want to play!"

Sighing, Yoongi looks at his child with sharp eyes. "Jia–"

"Hey," you interrupt, entering your daughter's bedroom upon hearing the commotion down the hall. "What's going on?"

"Kid doesn't want to go to bed."

You give an empathetic look and saunter over to the pair, gently taking Jia into your arms. Yoongi places his hands on his hips as he watches you reason with your daughter.

"Jia, you know tomorrow's a big day right? You and Sana are going to go to the playground together." The child nods. "You don't want to be tired when you're playing do you?"

"No..." She shakes her head. "I want to be awake!"

"Then you need to listen to Daddy and go to sleep. That way you'll be full of energy tomorrow when you and Sana go on the swings or slide down all the big slides." You smile as Jia starts rubbing her drowsy eyes, yawning in the process.

"But I...okay," she slowly concedes, eyes fluttering shut as she gives into her sleepy state. Unsurprising to you and Yoongi, she was tired all along. But like most kids, hated going to bed.

"See?" You lay Jia in her bed and pull the covers up near her chin, giving her a light kiss on the side of her head. Yoongi bends down and does the same after you. "You just gotta talk to her a little, she'll typically fall asleep on her own."

"But I read her three of her favorite books." Yoongi shuts off the overhead light, along with the door to Jia's room, and follows you to your bedroom.

"That's different Yoon," you argue back. "Books excite her."

"She takes after you that way then." Yoongi pulls his t-shirt off, leaving him bare-chested, and climbs onto his side of the bed. You join him shortly after with your head resting on his chest and an arm thrown around his waist.

"I'm so exhausted," you yawn.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'm right here." Your husband places a hand over your wrapped arm, sending you off into a deep slumber.

Well this is just ironic. Almost 2 A.M. and you're wide awake.

What initially started as a nice, relaxing dream quickly turned into a terrible nightmare. In the dream, you woke up alone. Yoongi was gone. Jia was gone too. You can't exactly make sense of it, except for a vague memory of Jia calling another woman 'Mom'. You couldn't see her face very well, so it could've been anyone. You couldn't speak either, so even when you tried approaching the three, they couldn't hear you. You've had nightmares plenty of times, but this one is new. It's a clear projection of all the underlying concerns upheaved from earlier; insecurities, abandonment, loss, and it has you unsettled.

You glance over to your husband's side of the bed. He's fast asleep, no longer cuddling you due to you both flip-flopping in your sleep. You decide to slide closer to him, needing to watch him for a while. It might sound weird, but you love watching him sleep. He's so handsome and you feel a great deal of comfort doing so. Maybe if he was awake, you'd tell him about what you dreamt. Then again...maybe not.

"I love you Yoon," you whisper as quietly as you can, tracing his every facial feature with your eyes.

"'m, I love you too."

Is he-was he awake? As if caught red-handed, you quickly flit your face away in favor of the blank ceiling above. You weren't expecting him to answer at all, and in such a hoarse voice too. You're a little turned on by it to be honest.

"Can't sleep?" he speaks up again, eyes still closed.

"No, I''ll be okay though. You can go back to sleep. Don't worry."

He grunts, a tad unhappy with your dismissal of him. "Do you want to talk about it? Your dream?"

You whip your head in his direction. "How–" You pause, seeing his eyes blink open.

"I didn't meet you just yesterday, doll. I know they keep you up. Just know, I'm always here okay? Always." He reaches for you with delicate fingers as he continues. "Now, come here. Seems we got separated in our sleep."

You accept the offer and cuddle into him again. This time your noses nearly touch and his arm wraps around your lower waist. You feel the growing urge to kiss him, wanting to forget your nightmare entirely. But perhaps silly, you ask permission first, seeing as he's close to drifting off again.

"Yoon?"

"Mm."

"Can we kiss?" Your cheeks flush a little at the request. Why are you acting like this? You've been married for years.

"Sure, 'm tired but I could go for a make-out right now." A small smirk graces his lips as he teases you. You give him a classic 'Yoongi!' in reply. "I'm kidding. You don't ever have to ask me that," he finishes.

"Hmm, maybe I don't want a kiss anymore." You feign stubbornness, just to see his response. And a response he gives you, more than you're prepared for.

"You're ridiculous," he grumbles, capturing your lips in one fell swoop. He moves his lips against yours as the hand on your waist grips tighter. The tiniest of moans escapes your lips.

You attempt to break the kiss first, thinking it will only last for a few seconds. Yet Yoongi slips a hand behind your neck to bring you into another kiss. One that's deeper than the last. You feel your breath being taken away little by little, especially when his tongue licks into your mouth. God, you haven't kissed like this in an eternity. A wetness soon gathers between your thighs.

"'m, Yoon," you gasp when his cool fingers sneakily make their way under your shirt, tickling your bare skin. They travel the expanse of your waist, stomach, and up along your back. "So cold."

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and retracts his fingers. He then lazily moves his body until his chest hovers over your own, rolling you on your back in the process. He's a bit of a blur due to the dimness of the room, yet you can see the whites of his eyes a bit better than before.

"Help me warm them then," he says, folding his hands on top of yours from where they rest on your stomach. "You're really burning up, doll."

His observation is right. Ever since you woke up, you're body's been hotter than normal. The stress is clear and it's only increasing due to the unexpected turn of tonight's events; your husband seemingly wanting to make love to you in the middle of the night.

"So I am," you reply, staring straight into his eyes. "Must be because of all the sudden surprises today. My body's finally responding to it all."

Yoongi nods, following your implication. "Well let's do something to calm it down, shall we?" He waits for your final go before making any abrupt movements.

"But...you haven't seen me–"

"Naked in a while?" he predicts your next words, unfazed. "I've seen it all, each time better than the last because I love you. You're beautiful to me, no matter what. Let me love you __. I've missed you. I've missed us."

"Okay...please," you sigh, desperately needing his touch. "It's been so long since we've been this close."

Neither of you has it in you to delay another second as you dive into another fiery kiss, your hands wandering up and down each other's bodies. You love his hair the most, so you run your fingers through it repeatedly. Your husband's soft grunts remind you that it's as pleasurable for him as it is for you, and as if to counter, he latches his lips to the curve of your neck.

"Yoon," you moan, shivering at the feeling of being peppered in open-mouth kisses. Your eyes automatically roll up as well.

Yoongi nips at your jaw next, featherlike, yet deadly to you nevertheless. He doesn't allow himself to linger more than a second, though, preferring to keep you on your toes. So with careful fingers, he begins lifting the bottom of your shirt.

"Can I?"

You hum in approval and lean forward for him to remove it.

With your nipples now exposed to the brisk air, stiffening due to arousal, Yoongi brings both his hands up to caress your boobs. He's incredibly gentle, telling you how beautiful you are once again until his thumbs start circling your peaked nipples. A rush of sensation shoots up your spine as he rolls them harder, flicking them once in a while.

"Fuck," you swear.

"Feeling good?"

All you do is nod fervently in response, which Yoongi takes as his signal to lower his head to your chest. He squeezes both breasts in his hand before wrapping his mouth around a nipple, licking and sucking relentlessly. He repeats the same to the other.

"Yoongi, I need you. Please." You're core tightens, thighs struggling not to rub together, as you plead with your husband to relieve you. You are so wet and getting wetter.

"I'm here, doll, I got you. Fingers first hm?"

He pushes part of the comforter towards the foot of the bed, then gestures for you to raise your butt. Any shred of mystery of how worked up he's gotten you slip away as he pulls your underwear and pants down your legs. They both get tossed on the floor, per usual.

Bare pussy exposed, Yoongi guides your legs further apart and brings a hand down to your entrance. One of his long, slender fingers traces up your folds so smoothly that you buck your hips upon the touch. He smiles lightly at the subtle response, pleased that you're finally enjoying yourself; too often you put your needs last. His finger slowly sinks into your well-lubricated pussy, velvety walls clenching around it.

"Oh, g-god," you give a shaky moan as his finger pumps and curls in you, stimulating your g-spot. "Need you now, Yoon, so bad."

"Mm not yet, we need to stretch you out. You haven't taken me for a good three or four weeks," he smirks at your eagerness, sliding a second finger next to the first. "This pussy is drenched but not enough. I need you to come. Can you do that for me?"

Fast, quick movements follow suit as your husband works you up to an orgasm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, you chant in near whines. Your pussy is spasming around him, walls tightening with each push and pull. You know when he draws his hand out that it's covered with your come. Messy, sex is messy and both of you are too far gone to care; the pleasure sweeping over you.

Finally, in what feels like an endless tease, you have your first orgasm of the night. You feel your body relaxing into the mattress again, yet your breath remains short. Yoongi, on the other hand, groans seeing your release dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. For a split second, there's a slight darkening in his eyes while he takes in your post-orgasmic form. The two fingers that had been inside you are sensually brought to his lips, slipping between the seam before being cleaned off.

You're taken aback by the action, though you've witnessed it before. Something about watching your husband willingly follow through with a gesture so lewd makes your head spin–you want him to fuck you right this instant. He must share the same feeling because you don't even need to sound the words due to his hands already making quick work of his pants.

"You drive me mad, you know that? Can never get a break with how sweet you taste. Your lips, your come. All of it makes me go mad." His full length comes in view, hard and tip leaking with pre-cum. You try not to let yourself stare at the thickness but hell, you must've forgotten the extent of your husband's size. You don't remember it being this big before.

"Well," you gulp. "You're not making it easy on me either, looking like this."

Yoongi climbs over to you again, settling into a straddled position, and looks deep into your eyes. "Who's fault do you think that is?"

"It's your fault." You bend your legs and wrap them around his mid-section. You can feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance. The anticipation is beyond grueling.

"No," he says, aligning himself up to your weeping hole. "it's yours." He then thrusts his hips forward, his length sinking into you so perfectly it has you completely satisfied.

"Y-Yours," you whimper out, unable to form a steady sentence.

"Fine." He picks up his pace. "Let's just agree we both fuck each other up on a daily---ah fuck!" Yoongi growls and gives you a suspicious look when he feels your pussy suddenly clench around his length.

"I didn't do it on purpose this time! You're fucking me too good is all."

"Really? You're not just teasing me?"

Yoongi is slow to believe since you've purposefully clenched countless times before, simply out of playfulness. Tonight is different than those nights though because you're telling the truth–he's truly fucking you so good.

"What the hell," he concedes. "You feel so fucking fantastic, I don't even care." He continues his movements, thrusting into you with deep groans and labored breaths. His fingers grip the mattress harder with the veins in his neck bulging out.

Both your bodies move in sync as the familiar sound of skin slapping on skin echoes off the walls of your bedroom. You do your best to keep your moans low, not wanting to risk waking up your daughter.

"Yoon, fuck! I need to come, it's gonna-fuck-happen soon," you swear, pussy throbbing at the feeling of being so full after weeks of abstinence. You can tell you're reaching your high with the bundle of nerves in your core threatening to snap at any given moment.

Of course, you're wet too, extremely wet.

"I'm. Nearly. There." He barely sounds the words out, jaw clenching. "Just another minute, and we can finish together."

Your eyes, which haven't left his since he entered you, begin to glass over with tears. It's overwhelming; his love for you. No matter the doubts that tell you the opposite, you can't give in to their ugly lies. You'll continue to struggle, naturally, but you won't ever let them win. Yoongi's never once given up on you, and neither should you.

"I love you, Yoon...I love you with all my soul," you choke the words, falling apart all at once. "I'm sorry for today. How jealous and irrational I got."

"Don't apologize, doll. I shouldn't have let it go so far, our lack of intimacy and alone time. I promise we're going to make it all right okay?"

Giving you one last thrust, you both have your release at the same time. Yoongi helps ride your orgasm out by lazily continuing to grind into you. Yeah, you might need to shower and switch out the sheets after tonight, but you don't regret it one bit.

"In all seriousness baby," Yoongi speaks up, guiding your legs back on the soft mattress until you’re comfortable. "Don't feel like you have to apologize for everything. I understand your feelings and where you were coming from. I will say, the silent treatment kills me though. I'd rather you yell at me than not talk to me at all."

"It's not easy for me to raise my voice like that, Yoon." You throw your arms around his neck and sigh softly. "But I can try talking to you more, or at least tell you I need some time to process before I'm ready to have a conversation. I don't know, am I making sense?"

"Plenty of sense. I'll share more about my day with you and who I'm talking to as well. We'll also carve out time to have together. I love our daughter, but I don't see the harm in reaching out to our friends and family to babysit once in a while."

"Well, this sounds good to me," you hum.

"Me too." Yoongi smiles wide and goes in for another warm kiss. Your eyes flutter shut in unison.

This is what love feels like.

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headcanons with Alastor and a Female Rarity-Like! Reader. I'M ON MY KNEES.

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Letssss gooooo! Al and his drama queen! I’ve been thinking about this for so long. Love you too! Thank you soooo muccchh! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🥰😍🥹

Alastor- Crystal Heart

Alastor’s a man who’s big into fashion and appearing appealing so doesn’t it make sense his dream woman is a fashionista

Not even just a fashionista but a talented, original fashionista with her own lines of boutique stores and fancy designs. You’re not an Overlord but you may as well be. You’re the Queen of Fashion in the Pride Ring and most importantly, the Queen of Alastor’s heart

Most of the Hazbin Hotel staff find you unbearable, on the surface. You’re kinda loud, appearance-driven, almost too vain, very prissy and adamant on staying clean and perfect but Alastor loves these behaviours. He knows you’re more than a pretty face but he doesn’t mind you maintaining your poise and grace in your own way

Alastor finds your light blue telekinetic magic interesting. Your magic is the primary reason you can get out so much out under such little time. Your magical touch manipulates and smoothly moves around limitless amounts of items and whilst you work, diligent and determined, you can also bring Alastor over to give him his mandatory morning kiss

Alastor likes your accent. You have a Mid-Atlantic accent, it makes your lady flare glow even more and he likes that you and him both clash and mesh at the same time

Alastor joins you on your gemstone hunting anytime you need it, acting as your muscles to pull your wagon around effortlessly, this mf hella strong, so you don’t have to. You’re too sophisticated and classy to pull a carriage around. It may stain your gorgeous skin

If it’s not obvious, Al is kinda a simp for you but you’re a bigger simp for him

Alastor loves it that you design his coats. You make him look fashionable and he won’t ever go to any other tailor nor designer. Nobody matches your spark and he feels proud to be wearing an outfit you designed for him. He looks magnificent! Doesn’t he?

Alastor is that lovely, caring gentleman you’ve always dreamed about and when you’re around the man you like; you’re giddy, giggly and flustered. This is how you, the Pride Ring’s own lady of fashion, behaves around Alastor. Charmed, blushy and nervous about messing up, all whilst trying your damn best to not get too fangirly-like

Yeah… your romantic admiration devolves into full-blown fangirling and Alastor does not mind it at all. His girlfriend being his biggest cheerleader is all he could ask for

Alastor is the gentleman you’ve always wanted, you’re the lady Alastor has always wanted. It’s a win-win for both of you

Alastor absolutely loves the way you defend him like he’s a little deer. The way you loudly yelled you’d fight anybody for even touching him, despite the fact you’re such a lady and much prefer fashion. It makes his undead heart fly off to Heaven

Alastor knew the moment he saw you in the most wacky and unorganised mess of a dress he’s ever seen, pretty usually neatly styled and curled hair messed up and eyes twitching that you’re simply perfect and when you responded to Angel Dust asking about you with

“My emotions, darling! Stress couture!” He also knew right away that he is going to put a ring on your finger and make you his for good. You’re absolutely everything that both drives him crazy and makes him feel all the more appreciated

You’re the biggest drama queen in Hell, long outdoing Angel Dust, you whine and worry about the smallest things; you lost your diamond-encrusted ribbon? You’re laying on the velvet couch you summoned and is currently weeping for a man Alastor to save you. You’ve been unable to brush your hair more than hundred times before bed? You’re going to bed sobbing in disgust at your messy hair. You forgot to pack plates for the Hotel picnic? Where’s the dramatic fall chair?

Alastor loves your little sister, she is precious. A charming sweetie belle and he is happy to babysit for you if you need it but he notices how you’re able to balance caring for your little sister and your intense work spectacularly. It’s so impressive, it adds to the list of things Alastor loves about you

Alastor cannot look at you in any style of a beautiful dress without hiding in the corner and mentally dying. That’s how much he finds you attractive, seeing you in a gorgeous dress will send him to double Hell

Alastor is getting a hang of your pet cat, Opal. She isn’t the nicest, she is even irritable to you but he is going to keep trying to befriend your pet so you feel even more inclined to him. Look at him, he’s bonding with your feisty vicious Hell cat! Aren’t you proud of him?

Alastor isn’t use to people being so… well, generous to him. You’re so generous, even when it seems that you’re just shallow and egocentric. You care about your looks and proclaim being beautiful is your whole thing but you care immensely about everybody else, you’re a considerate, loving person with a big sister vibe to all and you’re a open, dedicated girlfriend to Alastor. You give up the most expensive and valuable items to opportunities, all for anybody else to enjoy, even if you wanted them so bad

You’re just that much of a sweetheart… it is one of the main things that drew Alastor to you. You’re innocent, you’re quite angelic for a Sinner demon

Of course, you’re in Hell because your pride, greed and vanity is so high but you’re barely a bad person. You’re more of a misguided lady of looks and Alastor, whilst being the worst person you could ever meet and date, will always protect you from Hell

Alastor gifts you all kinds of expensive gemstone jewellery to accessorises. That dark purple diamond-shaped gemstone golden-branded necklace of yours? That’s from Al. Those nice pair of shiny emerald stud earrings, yep, right from Alastor. The rose gold-detailed engagement ring now on your ring finger, delivered at your doorstep by Al himself

Alastor will help you with your work when he can, he’ll dress you in designs meant for you to wear and he’ll even help run a fashion show. He’s like your manager in an odd but cute way, he oversees your models and he announces the show himself, through his signature microphone. Many are surprised by Alastor ‘working’ for you but he isn’t ashamed to admit that his girlfriend made this fashion line and lead you out onto the stage after it’s over, so you can be admired by the crowd

You and Alastor throwing ‘darling’ at each other for fun go brrrrr~!

Alastor knows you don’t like getting dirty or wet or messy so he’ll pick you up, the moment you two encounter something gross. He’ll carry you over it. As a gentleman, he must keep you safe and since you’re specifically his lady, you let him do it. Giggling all lovestruck and like a cute happy teenage girl with her longtime crush, but situations like these always ends with Alastor happy you’re happy and you happy that you’re so close to your boyfriend like this

“Darling. Tell me all about the sports history exhibition with your friend? Was it fancy? Ooh. How about a great piece for fashion inspiration? Cough up every detail. Don’t fret, I’ll dress you for today, you just speak to me. Yes, today is business fancy for you, my dear”

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hello!!! i love love love ur dating regulus headcanons and i was wondering if ur down to make one with sirius 🥹🩷 maybe with a lil sprinkling of sworn enemies to reluctant friends to lovers 👀 bc reader is in slytherin and we all know how that goes……….

you just write these characters with so much love and care and so close to how they’d be and act irl!! 🩷

Oof we love some inter-house enemies to lovers - thanks so much for your sweet words and for your request! 🫶

Dating Sirius Black Headcanons: Slytherin Edition

To know Sirius Black is to know his deep distain for Slytherins. 

It began as a kid when he finally took a look around at his family and thought “huh….I really don’t like any of you.” And he decided he’d like to be as different from his family as possible 

Now, when you’re eleven, the options of being different than your family are limited. 

One thing you can do, however? Is make sure you’re at least not a Slytherin like the rest of them.

If being ambitious, resourceful, determined, and clever … GREEN… meant being like the Black’s? No friggen thank you. 

Now, again, when you’re eleven, your vision of the world is skewed. So, this meant that he believed everyone in green and silver robes were just as bad as the green and silver robes that raised him.

Including you.

Your relationship (if it can even be called that) started with Sirius Black as you were often the unfortunate victim of many Marauder pranks. 

Some were relatively harmless…glitter bombs, stink bombs, charming the furniture of your common room to the ceiling, etc

Some were a little more distressing…charming your hair green, jinxing your textbooks to run away screaming every time you opened them, hexing you in the hallways 

You came to accept that part of being a Slytherin was being the victim of some torment…it also meant hating the marauders 

And it was so annoying because most of your house did actually deserve to be brought down a peg??? But you were literally just trying to get by so wtf.

You tried to keep your head down while also doing what you could to get back at the Marauders in your own little way

You just tried to be better than them at everything

It became a little bit of a competition between you and Sirius during shared classes

Better grades (usually you)

Who could raise their hand to answer first (Sirius)

Who could get the correct answer first (you)

Who brewed the better potions (roughly 50/50) 

You weren’t about to put yourself on a broom and agree to have balls thrown at you – but you learned everything you could about quidditch through reading and became an avid cheerleader for your house team

This slowly morphed into always cheering for the competitors of whatever team Sirius was cheering for in the Quidditch World Cup

Now, Sirius is popular…especially in the dating field…he’s well aware of this, and he can’t help but admit it does beautiful things for his ego

But Sirius is not the kind of guy to appreciate a partner who is a ‘yes-man’

He doesn’t want a partner who is following at his heels all of the time 

He’s not interested in a partner who thinks he’s always right and just takes his word for it

I truly believe Sirius would crave someone who would challenge him, push him to be better, someone who would teach him things instead of letting him be the smartest guy in the room

I also think he’d like someone who was kind of mean to him

“Hey L/N, couldn’t help but notice my name was above yours on the grades for last week’s assignments. Better luck next time, huh?”

“Sod off you stupid fucking wanker.”

He’d swoon a little I think 

This turned into a little competition on his end to see if he could fluster you

“I didn’t know she-devils could be beautiful too, Y/N. You’re blowing my mind a little.”

“One too many bludgers to the head, Black?”

Or

“Marauders are throwing a party in the room of requirement tonight. I usually don’t invite snakes but I’m sure we could make an exception for a pretty girl like you.”

“I’d rather choke on my own vomit.”

He’d try winking at you from across the room – he would only be spared an eyeroll.

He started making other comments, hoping to elicit at least a slight blush.

“You know, I hear you screaming at every Quidditch game. I can’t help but wonder how you’d sound screaming in my bed.”

You threw your pumpkin juice at him and left the Great Hall with a blank face.

It was infuriating - he loved it. 

Unfortunately for you, because you two were matched in terms of grades for class, you were partnered up for a project

He seemed a little too joyed at the extra opportunity to try to rile you up

“Look, Black, I know you like to coast through life, but do not mess with my grades because of whatever little infatuation you have going on with me.”

He wanted to be offended that you accused him of a) coasting through life and b) being infatuated with you, but you just looked so cute glaring up at him with your little nose all crinkled.

“Yes ma’am” he said simply

You were surprised by his agreeableness, but chose not to think about it too hard lest he change his mind

You kept your eye on him though

He actually didn’t make that bad a project partner – he was relatively clever, generally knew what he was talking about, and while he couldn’t go more than twenty minutes without teasing you or hitting on you, you got your work done, and done well.

You’d been having a bad day – put simply. You woke up at four am to the Slytherin dungeons being flooded (a prank you were sure was courtesy of the Marauders).

Your entire house had to vacate the dorms whilst the professors and Filch found the leak and dried everything up

It wasn’t until nearly six o’clock that you were allowed back in the dorms – and even then, everything was damp. Then, you slept through your alarm making you miss breakfast – your uniform still felt damp no matter how many drying charms you cast on yourself throughout the day, you had bags the size of a hippogriff under your eyes, and you were exhausted

Thankfully, Sirius had the good graces not to make any comments when you rushed to the library late to meet him, and you were sure you looked like you were in a proper state

Unfortunately, Mulciber and Snape weren’t as eager to let it go

Without warning, the inkpots on your table exploded covering you and Sirius and your work in ink

“Stay out of the dungeons, Black” Mulciber sneered.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” you screeched.

Snape almost looked apologetic when he took in the state of you. 

“Sorry, L/N,” Mulciber offered whilst sounding very unapologetic, “collateral damage” 

“Fuck that!” you said as you stood from the table. “I’m so fucking sick of being everyone’s collateral damage. I had my room flooded this morning too, you wankers. I’ve had my hair charmed green. I’ve had my textbooks jinxed to bite me. I’ve been hexed walking down the halls. I’ve been given detention for being out of uniform because my robes and tie were charmed red and gold. All of this even though I’ve never done a thing to the Gryffindors, but I choose to ignore it because I know it’s really only meant to piss you sods off, and I’m supposed to be some proud Slytherin who doesn’t concern herself with such childish play. So, you don’t get to show up here and expect me to be understanding when you’ve just made an already shitty day 700 times shittier!”

You ignored the librarian’s shouts about detention, house points and the like as you stormed out of the library 

You also missed the guilty expression that adorned Sirius’ face. 

You ignored and avoided Sirius and his stupid puppy dog eyes for a week after that. You redid all of your work that had been ruined that day in the library, handed it to Sirius and said “proofread it and edit it if you want, otherwise, hand it in and we’re done” before walking away again.

He tried sending you notes in class which you crumbled and threw back at him

You stopped trying to best him – no more grade comparisons, no more races to answer questions first, no more challenges to brew the best potion. None of it

If he thought of you as a heartless, emotionless Slytherin, then that’s what you’d be.

He stopped trying to get your attention after a while

You noticed that the Marauder’s stopped targeting Slytherin as a whole

You couldn’t really bring yourself to be thankful for it

They still pranked Mulciber, Snape, Malfoy, and the likes, however, which you were thankful for 

Until…

“L/N throws a fit and suddenly, Slytherins are left alone except for us. Tell me, did you tell your little blood-traitor boyfriend to lay off your friends?” Avery sneered condescendingly as you sat near the fountain in the transfiguration courtyard

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the lot of them

“pfft, hanging out with the likes of blood-traitors, next thing you know she’ll be whoring herself out to the likes of a filthy mudblood”

That you couldn’t ignore.

You saw red and, without thinking, launched yourself at Mulciber, both of you ending up in the water

Your fists seemed to have a mind of their own as they met the boy’s face over and over and over again

You felt your jaw click as his elbow met the side of your face and then the back of his hand struck you from the other side as he fought to get up from underneath you

You were both hauled out of the fountain by Hagrid, who was accompanied by Filch, and brought to detention

Unfortunately for you, Professor McGonagall was already hosting detention in the Transfiguration classroom – a few students plus the Marauders were sat quietly with quills and parchment in front of them when the squib caretaker pushed the door open, and the half-giant walked in with a sopping wet and bloody student in each hand.

“Caught these two fight’n, miss” he told her

“Oh, for goodness-” she started as she stood and came to inspect the two new arrivals.

“Mulciber, to the infirmary. Miss L/N-”

“I’m fine.” You spat, cutting the matron off.

“You should have your wounds seen to, young lady.” She admonished.

“I’m fine.  Are you going to give me detention or not?”

The professor grimaced but pointed you to an empty desk where a quill and parchment materialized. “you’re to write a foot worth of parchment about why what you did was wrong. Once you’re done, you’re to sit quietly until I dismiss you.”

You took your seat but made no motion to grab your quill or parchment

“Miss. L/N, start your parchment.”

“I can’t, professor.”

Every detentionee turned to look at you – save Sirius who already had his eyes glued to you from the second you had walked in – as the professor “begged her pardon”

“The way I see it, I didn’t do anything wrong.” You said simply.

“You didn’t do anything wrong?” She repeated incredulously

“Nope. I think people who call women whore’s or use the term mudblood ought to have their teeth punched in.” 

Sirius bit back a surprised snort at your response as he tried to ignore the warm feeling erupting in his chest 

“Fine, Miss. L/N. You will sit their quietly until I dismiss you. Are you sure you don’t need to see Madame Pomfrey?”

You wiped at the blood from the corner of your lip with your equally bloodied hands. “positive” 

Sirius was smitten

All of a sudden, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were? How lovely your voice sounded? And were you always so brilliant at everything you do?

He was even astounded by how gracefully you buttered your toast

Get a fucking grip, Black

I believe, to everyone’s absolutely shock, the cocky, playboy, Casanova Sirius became so unbelievably enamoured with you, he was so afraid to say anything to upset you/scare you away

But he wasn’t going to let you go

You still weren’t speaking to him, but you were no longer glaring at him – so this was a start

Every night you’d go to bed and there’d be a little tear-drop shaped chocolate on your pillow. You have no idea how it got there, who put it there, or even what a Hershey’s was. 

And you knew better than to trust suspicious things found around the castle 

So, you placed it in a jar on your bedside table and went about your life

A tear shaped chocolate was on your pillow every night for the rest of the week (until the end of school, quite frankly)

None of your dorm mates had any clue where they were coming from

Flowers were delivered to you every morning with the owl post. Not bouquets – but singular flowers 

By the time you had a jar full of those Hershey thingies and a full vase of flowers, a note was delivered with a familiar scrawl: meet me in the Astronomy tower tonight at 8

Now, Black had been on his best behaviour lately – but you knew better than to show up with your guard down

Sirius waited on the astronomy tower lookout, chain smoking, taking on and off his leather jacket as he was concerned he looked “too much like a tool” as Remus put it, hoping by all the gods you would actually show

“Alright, what’s the deal, Black? Gonna throw me off the lookout? Put a spider down my shirt? Is there a bucket of slime somewhere?”

Sirius’ heart nearly stopped at the sound of your voice, and then he barked a laugh when he saw you standing there in dueling stance with your wand aimed at him

“First of all, why would I throw you off the tower? Second of all, those are amateur pranks, I think I’ve earned a better reputation than that.”

You seemed to consider that as you lowered your wand but continued to look around skeptically “We’ll see…”

“Did you like the kisses?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Sirius laughed 

“The chocolates? They’re called Hershey’s kisses”

“That was you?”

“Uh huh, and the flowers”

“Why?”

Sirius smirked at you “for being so smart, you’re kind of dumb.”

“Sod off.”

“I fancy you, L/N.”

You stared at him in bewilderment “why?”

“Why?

“Why.”

“Let’s see. You’re the smartest witch I know. You put in me in my place every second sentence you speak. You’re talented, you’re stunning, I found out you attacked a man almost twice your size and won because he was a misogynistic racist and then refused to apologize for it, and because…you’re right.” 

“I’m right about a lot of things, Black; you’re gonna have to be more specific”

“I was prejudiced too. My family was hateful and Slytherin, so I spent my life assuming all Slytherin’s were hateful; I know now that those words are not synonymous. And I took that out on the lot of you – you didn’t deserve that.”

Was Sirius Black admitting that he was 1) wrong, 2) taking responsibility and 3) declaring his feelings for you?

“You’re brilliant. I just thought you should know.” he said at your silence

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you want, I suppose. Preferably give me a chance.”

“A chance to what?”

“To be yours.”

You said you’d “think about it” but to Sirius, you may as well have given him a resounding yes. He whooped and swept you up in a hug. He placed you back onto your feet and looked between your eyes and your mouth – a silent question.

In for a penny, in for a pound – am I right?

That was followed by a lot more kisses – chocolate and affectionate in kind

Sirius absolutely made some grand announcement in the Great Hall to establish that you were officially “thinking about” being his girlfriend so…. everyone can just do with that information what they will

You were horrified

You sent a stinging jinx at him for it

Definitely following around like a puppy who’s just so damn excited to see it’s owner

“What shops are we hitting at Hogsmeade first?”

“I didn’t realize we were going to Hogsmeade together?” you asked incredulously

Sirius scoffed as if you said something ridiculous. “’Course we are babe.” Which he accentuated by smacking a kiss on your cheek 

The kind to buy you everything you even look at in the store

“Come on babe, I saw you eyeing that book; of course I bought it for you!”

You started going to Quidditch games even when Slytherin wasn’t playing

You refused to show up wearing a red scarf

Your green scarf was charmed red once you were stuck in the stands

How your relationship first began with Sirius Black back in your first year became a foundation of your relationship going forward

You spent the rest of your lives pranking, jinxing, and charming each other

[nadvs]

Hello! Im the anon who asked for a fic with rivaly at college 😍 OMG! I love what this turned in to. You are an incredible writer!! I hope you know that. You have me hooked. You write dialog amazingly. It feels so real. Never stop writing!!

Can you write something about when she get jealous? Maybe when he is in the NBA?

Hope you have a great day!

Love from Sweden

HIII omg it’s such a good premise!! i remember being in love with it the second i read your ask 🙂‍↕️ thank you so much 💘 i’m so touched that people like the au and want more of it 🥹

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rafe can get wildly, intensely jealous. and while they often joke about how similar they are, that’s one trait she doesn’t share with him. until he gets signed and moves away.

he doesn’t have as much time for texts and calls. he’s training with his new team, working up to the season. she gets it. or at least, she tries to.

she already had unwelcome thoughts swimming in her head when he had been signed to a team states away about him getting lost in the fame and potentially being unfaithful. she never worried about him cheating before. and she hates that she’s doing it now.

but she tries to keep it in. things between them are already tense. accusing him of something just because she’s insecure isn’t fair and will likely just push him away.

then, she visits him. they share their first i love you’s. they’re in a good place.

but when the season starts, that’s another story. it’s surreal seeing her boyfriend play on tv on such a massive scale, thousands of seats surrounding the court filled. she’s so happy for him and whenever the camera focuses on him, she can tell he’s nervous and she loves that she’s the only one in the world who knows it.

but then between periods, she catches glimpses of his team’s cheerleaders before the cuts to commercial. and she can’t lie to herself that these girls are beautiful. and she wonders if maybe he already lived out the college fantasy. maybe now that he’s a professional player, he’ll have his eyes on professional cheerleaders. or really, any girl, because she’s sure he could get any girl he wants.

as the season goes on, because she likes to keep up with the nba on social media, specifically him and his team, her tiktok automatically shows her videos and edits of her boyfriend, some comments from fans about how he’s the next best thing, but most from girls going crazy over how hot he is.

it puts her into a funk. he sees gorgeous cheerleaders at every game. he gets comments on his instagram from beautiful girls. the internet is losing their mind over him. how can she possibly compare?

so, the next night she’s on facetime with him, she can’t hold it back any longer. after they talk about their days, she starts to pick at a string on her shirt, looking down.

“so…” she says. “do you ever get a chance to talk to the cheerleaders?”

rafe looks at her with knitted brows. she’s been off since she picked up the phone, seemingly mad at him. it’s not like them to not be direct.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he asks.

“nothing,” she lies. “just wondering if you ever talk to them. they’re good dancers.”

he hates the way her lips are turned into a frown, her eyes off the screen.

“i only wanna talk to one cheerleader and she’s pretending she’s not mad at me right now,” he says.

this earns a smirk from her.

“they’re all so pretty,” she says. “i’m not blind. and you’re not, either. there’s no way you haven’t noticed them.”

“i moved here to play,” rafe tells her.

“and you know girls online are going crazy for you,” she continues. “don’t act like you haven’t seen all the comments on your instagram.”

rafe studies her image on the screen.

“you know you have nothing to be jealous of, right?” he says. he hates to admit it, but it’s kind of flattering, especially because she isn’t usually the intensely jealous type. it shows him she still wants him.

she sighs. of course he sees right through her. not like she’s being subtle anyway.

“i do, though,” she says. “and maybe it’s stupid to talk about because i’m annoying you and making you feel like i don’t trust-”

“you’re not annoying me,” he interrupts. “you’re being really cute, actually.”

“cute,” she scoffs, her eyes still low.

“look at yourself on your phone,” he says. she rolls her eyes and obliges, gazing at her reflection on the screen.

“now what?” she mumbles.

“if you can’t see how beautiful you are, maybe you are blind,” he says.

“stop,” she laughs softly. “it’s not that i don’t trust you. it’s just that… it has to feel like a waste to be getting all this attention and ignoring it all because of some girl back home, doesn’t it?”

“some girl,” he echoes. “you think you’re just some girl?”

she shrugs. his chest aches.

“you’re my best friend,” he says. “i wouldn’t fuck this up for anything or anyone in the world. you’re it for me.”

her vision blurs with tears. she flattens her lips together and finally nods.

“sorry,” she says weakly.

“for what?”

“for being so jealous.”

“i already told you it’s cute,” he says. she smiles again.

“i love you, okay?” she mumbles.

“i love you, too, okay?” he teases.

they talk for another hour, then she tells him she needs to go to sleep so she’s not totally exhausted for her morning lecture. he has the day off the next day, so he stays up a bit longer on his phone after they hang up.

when she wakes up, she sees hundreds of instagram notifications on her phone. rafe posted a photo of them from the last time she visited, tagging her with the caption: All I need.

before she even gets out of bed, she’s crying. because of how good he is to her. because he’s telling the world he belongs to someone already. because she’s sure that he loves her just as much as she loves him.

[fxllfaiiry]

★ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ˚₊

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: the internet loves watching daniel be his girlfriends personal cheerleader

warnings: none, very fluffy!

notes: requested ─ yes. this is singer!reader and I used taylor swift as the face claim.

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user1 mother served!!

autumnswiftie she ate fr 😌

danielricciardo THAT'S MY GIRL!!

user2 danny's her personal cheer leader!!

user3 mama et papa 🫂

ohohophelia mother is finally mothering

user18 she looks gorgeous 🫶

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danielricciardo now I call you, baby 🤍

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yourusername my baby 🫶

user4 the it couple <3

erastourr_ obsessed bf 🤝 pretty gf

allofthegirlsuloved they made me belive in love 🥹

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user9 we love a supportive bf 🫶

catsfirst HE WAS THERE OMG

user10 I want what they have 😭

user89 he was screaming to all her songs, it was so cute 🥹

babetsversion where can I find a daniel?

user11 not him blushing when lover played 💀

user12 brb, gonna go cry over how cute they are 🥹🫶

[envy-of-the-apple]

hii!!

i just saw that your requests are open. 🥹

i was wondering if you'd be okay with a request for a Soul Mate fic with a short!reader (5ft - 5ft2) who wears glasses x Yandere!Bakugo?

would it also be okay if the reader was written to be very sweet and caring to other people?

if you're not okay with the request for the reader's height/ glasses/ personality being too specific, then please, please ignore me.

thank you so, so much either way. 🥹

didn't specify which bakugou:))))

Yandere!Bakugou Mitsuki x reader

Doormat

(Warnings: toxic relationship, yandere, possessiveness, manipulation)

You tried to be a kind person.

You looked out for others, you cared deeply for your friends, you tried to make your parents proud of you. Eventually, your reputation became what you wanted it to be: dependable, responsible, kind.

Mitsuki had a habit of taking advantage of that.

"Again?" Suda scoffed.

You give a timid smile. "Sorry, but Mitsuki had a bad day today, so we're just gonna stay over at her place."

"Right." She rolls her eyes. "A bad day. Let her throw her trantrum alone. C'mon, we've been looking forward to this for a month! And suddenly you're just gonna ditch me like this? Those tickets were expensive!"

"I'm sorry," you repeat, truly apologetic, "Is there a way you could get a refund-"

"It's not about the tickets." Suda cuts you off. "It's about her. Seriously, when's the last time we've ever hung out with each other? I know you're in love, but can you really not see the way she's hoarding all your attention?"

Your mouth opens and closes. You don't know what to say to that.

Thankfully, you don't have to say anything.

Hands wrap around your shoulders, and a face nestles into your shoulder. The faint smell of something sweet floats in the air.

"Who's hoarding all your attention?" Your soulmate asks. She kisses your cheek.

Suda rolls her eyes at the blatant affection.

"Hey, Bakugou." She states. Mitsuki ignores her.

"What're you doing, here?" She asks you instead. "I asked you to wait for me after class, right?"

There's an edge in her voice that makes you shift around nervously.

"I needed to talk to Suda about the concert," you reply, "and also I was thinking I could-"

"Great! Since you're done with that, let's go home then." She interrupts, swinging an arm around your shoulder.

When you look behind you, Suda is shaking her head. Your stomach flips.

"A new cafe opened. Let's go there," Mitsuki says.

"Oh?" You give her a glance. "I thought you just wanted to go home. Didn't you say your professor really pissed you off-"

"C'mon." She bumped your shoulder with her own. "That was hours ago. Don't worry 'bout it."

You frown. If Mitsuki had gotten over her gripe so quickly, you wished she would have at least told you. Then, you wouldn't had to have that awkward conversation with Suda.

"Besides, I need to treat my soulmate out now and then, right?" She traces her name on your wrist.

Ah, there it was.

How the universe decided you two were the perfect match, you wouldn't know. Bakugou Mitsuki was top of her class, head of the cheerleading squad, an extremely useful quirk, came from a rich family, made people's heads turn. You were a quirkless nobody. You always feared that your soulmate would reject you because of how useless you were.

Mitsuki just calls you hers.

Maybe that's why you were so lenient on her demanding nature.

She pulls you through the cafe doors. You let her order for the two of you because 'its your first time here, obviously you're not gonna know what's good' even though it's her first time here too. A part of you wants to look at the menu, but she's already telling the waiter something and he's whisking off. It's fine. Besides, she's paying.

He comes back later with something too sweet and way too much whipped cream to ever be considered coffee. You don't complain. It's good. Mitsuki always has good tastes.

"Good right?" She reaches over, flicking away some whipped cream on the side of your cheek before popping her thumb in her mouth. You flush at her brash behavior.

"It's amazing." You honestly say. "Thanks for bringing me here."

She gives an affectionate smile.

"I just love spoiling you, sometimes."

You look away bashfully. She laughs.

It's a nice date. Mitsuki tells you about her project, how annoying everyone in her group is. If you could, you'd listen to her talk for hours.

But someone always tries to ruin it.

You don't know him, but he doesn't cast you a glance. Clearly, he's only interested in one person. He sits next to her with an easy-going smile. Flirtatious. You frown, sucking on your straw.

"Hey-"

"No." She instantly cuts him off. Just like that. No fake coddling, no polite smiles. She doesn't even glance at him. You hide your smile behind your drink. Your girlfriend's funny sometimes.

He puts his hands up immediately, scoffing with an amused smile. Then, he looks at you. Barely a glance. You don't even notice.

Mitsuki does.

The tone instantly shifts. She hisses, red eyes narrow to slits.

"Fuck off." She says, a sharp bite in her tone. You're grateful it isn't directed at you.

It surprises him. He doesn't expect it, clearly. Her voice is enough to jolt him up as he stammers through his words. When he's out of her sight, her lip curls into disgust.

"C'mon." She tells you. "Sick of this place. We're leaving."

You frown, looking down at your drink. She's already done with hers. You're only halfway through yours.

You stand up anyway, obediently following behind her.

She's still seething. You know she doesn't like it when people look at things that are hers. You know that well. When your fingers slip through her own, she relaxes, just the tiniest bit. You give her a shy smile.

Her grip tightens around yours.

You tried to be a kind person.

You looked out for others, you cared deeply for your friends, you tried to make your parents proud of you-

What a fucking lie.

You were just a doormat. You weren't kind, you weren't caring, you just bent over backwards for people. You needed to please others around you like a dog. You needed others to love you so you could love yourself.

It's why you were perfect for Mitsuki. You were too scared to ever say no to her. Hers to mold into her own image, a perfected being.

You were made for her. Of course you were.

You two were soulmates after all. Together forever.

[jojikawa]

VALORANT SHIP DYNAMICS ❤️

Ships: Yoru, Pheonix, Omen, Chamber/FEM!reader

This can work separately or if you were in a Valorant harem. (I LOVE harems!)

YORU

Thinks you’re super cute

Will tease or flame you hard for talking a lot when he really loves it.

I lean towards him being taller and being attracted to shorter or averaged sized woman bc he likes feeling alpha but tolerates tall girls too!

Your “cuteness” evolves in sexiness bc he imagines you doing lewd things with him and even sees you in lewd positions when you’re doing something completely normal.

Listens to you gushing about something cute but zones out while looking at your lips bc he want to kiss you.

Extremely jealous

PHOENIX

Flirts with you just to make you flushed or flustered

Flirting can include lewd comments but he always respects your boundaries.

Openly flirts and says things that causes everyone to pause in the middle of a gun fight.

Always picking a fight with Yoru to impress you.

Wants you as his cheerleader

Not so jealous bc he is overly confident

Sacrifices himself like it’s nothing to save you when needed.

OMEN

Overprotective ASF!

Uses his scary appearance to keep bad actors away from you.

Enjoys listening to you talk as he cares do plants and also really enjoys it when you try his hobby or take enough interest to ask him things

Loves cuddling.

Thinks you’re too good for the world.

His love language is acts of service! He will do literally ANYTHING for you.

Probably the type to sacrifice the world if it meant you’d still be here.

CHAMBER

Could probably cry at how precious you are to him. But he would never do it in public

Loves showing you off for the pure intention to make other jealous. The type of guy to make others think you’re single just to swoop in and kiss you so deeply.

Prefers you to use his brand guns instead of valorant’s guns

Doesn’t allow you to wear anything that isn’t expensive like the things he wears

Completely stops flirting with Viper when you first arrive. To be honest, she thanks you for saving her.

Worships you on the battle field whenever there’s a break in action.

Speaks French to you when he’s horny.

Should I make a part 2? 🥹

[lovinbarzal]

TRAINING CAMP(S)

beckett sennecke x fem! media manager! reader

part one | masterlist | fc shay rudolph | look at part one for context & backstory | me and beckett being the same age is literally my reason to live

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y/ngibson so so many camps

but for realsies thank you to both @/uclaspiritsquad & @/anaheimducks for both of these amazing opportunities!! and a thank you to both teams for making me feel so welcome!!!🧡💛💙

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↳ y/ngibson i love my mother

cuttergauthier_ technically i HAVE to be nice to you...

↳ y/ngibson im your best friend stfu

↳ ryan.leno_4 hey girly... i have some bad news for you

accone she's a cheerleader??

↳ acctwo she's in cheer and dance! if you scroll down on her page you'll find some videos of her dancing!

m.atthew7 my fav flyer

damianclr i enjoyed spending time with you!

↳ y/ngibson would you like a friendship bracelet?

accthree cutter being her number one opp😭

accfour am i the only one wondering who she's soft launching???

↳ acctwo no cause im wondering too...

↳ accfive im rooting for it to be beckett

↳ acctwo i think it's cutter lowkey

dixiedamelio so excited 4 u💝

↳ y/ngibson luv luv luv u💝

katieeshi can't wait to start the season!💙💛

beckettsennecke_ i loved spending time with you😒

↳ y/ngibson mwah 💋

↳ accfive y'all...

[ofmdlovelyletters]

This is a lovely letter for the loveliest of people I've had the pleasure of interacting with ❤️ @soupbtch ❤️ Danny you are just such an incredible person, the best cheerleader, the most earnest friend, and a treasure to have in the fandom. I was already in awe of how kind and hilarious you are but you're a fucking brilliant writer on top of that??? Hello 😩 leave some talent for the rest of us!

Good Weird is just such a hilarious fic that does so many things so well, but most importantly, it captures the freaky adorable weird essence ™️ of who Ed and Stede are as people. They're good and weird 🥹 and they love each other so so much.

For such a short fic, it manages to convey such a detailed snapshot of their characters, of how they love each other and themselves, I'm hoping everyone decides to give this fic a shot and are blown away by your talent like I was ❤️ thank you for being in the fandom, for being such a friend guy, and for just being you!

Hello @soupbtch! Congrats on being featured as Author of the Week! You’ve received a lovely letter. 💌

Crew, click here to read Good Weird, and then go here to read Danny's other fics.

[luminouslywriting]

Carley🥹 I’m so sorry to hear about your surgery and I’m wishing you the best of luck! I know how worrying it can be, I’m here for you 🫶 may I pls request some John Egan headcannons with a reader who has anxiety…mine has been horrific lately I don’t get it 😭 no problem if not! Thank you 🫶

Darling girl, I am so sorry that your anxiety has been so horrible lately. I tried to get this done so they will cheer you up :) I completely understand! I am here for you as well! And thank you for wishing me the best with my upcoming surgery! Feel free to keep sending me asks and requests :) I love the spam!

More under the cut and cut for length!

-Literally, Bucky Egan is the most tender and gentle man when it comes to anxiety

-He understands better than most the importance of mental health and what it means to need to take care of yourself

-We know that he's a very attentive friend and someone who cares deeply. I picture him as an empath and he's very in tune with your physical cues and what signs you might have of being anxious

-If a lot of your signs of anxiety manifest physically, whether it be through a nervous tick or something like stress hives (which I myself get), he's ON TOP of things

-He's picking up on it before you even realize he was paying attention and he's absolutely the type to take your hand in his and press the most tender of kisses to it

-Loves to cuddle the hell out of you if it's social anxiety related

-If you're overwhelmed and just need a minute, he's super attentive to that.

-Would 10/10 guide you out of a room with his hand on the small of your back and murmuring sweet nothings and reassurances in your ear

-Knows the signs for a panic attack and knows exactly how to ground you—whether it be through asking you questions, holding you to him gently, singing in your ear, distracting you with all sorts of things or stories, etc.

-Is your biggest hype man in the world

-Will be your cheerleader and encourage you in all of the things that you want to do

-But also knows that if you don't want to do something, then you shouldn't have to

"You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'm gonna be by your side no matter what."

-Loves dancing slowly with you to try and calm you down

-Will practice self-care with you if you just need some time to detox from everything

-And if that means just laying together in total silence for hours on end, then he can do that too.

-Loves holding your hand whenever you're together, and especially if you're anxious

-Is always there for you the minute that you need him

-Will talk through any anxieties you have and try to make things seem better for you

-If he's away, then nightly phone calls where he murmurs sweet nothings, promises, and lullabies to you is definitely a thing

-I hope this makes you feel better sweetheart :)

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie's bratty attitude is back

⚠️smutttttttttt, spanking, whipping, spitting, choking, ass play, semi public sex, oral, pegging, and degradation, just a lot went through my head seeing this picture. Pretty sure there's barely a plot

Eddie is not part of the group at this point :)

I hope you guys like this! I want to hear thoughts ASAP🫣 I hope it's what you guys were waiting for🥹🧎‍♀️

Did Eddie ever learn his lesson? No

Did she constantly punish him over and over? Yes

Did he love it? Fuck yes

~~

Eddie sulked all night as his girlfriend made him come to this party. He was a good boy all day, just like she asked. He sat quietly at her game, ignoring the bulge in his jeans as she flipped around in her tiny skirt. He never rushed to go home when she talked to Chrissy. He thinks he deserves an award for listening and being good. But it seemed like she didn't care. Arriving at the party she went to find a friend, telling Eddie she would be right back. Sit there and look pretty.

So he did. But then he got offered a drink, and then another. Which turned into too many drinks. Now he's not sober, but not drunk yet and swaying to find his girlfriend.

She was talking to Steve when he came up behind her. No shame as he pressed his cock into her ass. "Steve is it? Time to go" he glared over her shoulder. Waving his hand in Steve's face. She turned around with a glare of her own.

"Edward Munson, you do not act that way" she scolded. Unhooking his arms as he tried to cage her in.

"I want to play a game" he whined, tugging her hand into the living room. A group of teenagers sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle.

"Eddie I'm not thirteen. I'm not playing spin the bottle" she scoffed at him. Plus she knew her baby would not be able to handle her kissing someone else. He couldn't even handle her talking to someone.

"but I wanna play" he whined.

Here's the thing, she trusted Eddie. She knew he would never cheat or make her doubt their relationship. She could easily watch him kiss a girl quick on the lips and move on. It was a game and she knew it would mean nothing. She was confident and she had Eddie wrapped around her finger.

"you really want to play baby?" She asked. He nodded with a smile.

"okay fine. But you get one spin, and it better be a fast peck. No tongue, no touching, and they don't touch you. Got it?" She pointed her finger at him. And she was dead serious. She got closer to his face. Nose to nose.

"and if you break any of that, I will absolutely destroy your pathetic ass, got it?"

She smirked as his eyes filled with lust as he looked down at her lips.

"yes mommy" he whispered, "I'll be a good boy. Thank you" he giggled. Kissing her lips and placing himself in the circle. She laughed at his childish actions and stood in the corner. She wouldn't leave him unsupervised. And she had a good feeling he was in fact not going to be her good boy.

She watched as each person went. Nothing landed on Eddie quite yet.

Eddie felt her staring at him the whole time. His body was in flames as he squirmed. It wasn't too easy to get her jealous. She was confident in herself. And they both knew Eddie would never pick anyone over her. They both knew they were it for each other. And Eddie knew she was the love of his life. But being so stable in the relationship called for some fun on Eddie's end. He liked to keep pushing her, just to see how far she will continue to go.

So when the bottle finally landed on him, he looked up to see who was on the other end. He gulped, this was not going to be good

~~

Y/N felt her blood boil as Megan spun the bottle, landing on her boyfriend. If she knew that slut came to play she wouldn't have let Eddie sit down.

Megan was the only girl on that cheerleading that she hated. She had no respect for anyone's relationships. She's talked about how badly she wanted to fuck Eddie before Y/N got to him, and after. She knew that Megan still wanted Eddie. She wasn't dumb. She eye fucked him all the time, no care that Y/N could clearly see her.

Eddie quickly found her eyes. Y/N shook her head no. Already leaning off of the wall to walk towards him. There was no fucking way she was letting him kiss her.

But once again, Eddie wasn't in the mood to listen.

Eddie watched as Megan smirked and crawled her way over to him.

Eddie had two options: be a good boy and get the fuck out of the circle. Or kiss the girl his girlfriend hated and see how much more fun his night could get.

He picked the wrong one.

Y/N froze as Megan crawled in his lap, smashing her lips onto Eddie with no hesitation. The crowd woofed and whistled as she dug her hands in his hair. It was easy to tell she shoved her tongue in his mouth. She knew exactly what Eddie looked like when he tongued someone, and right now his bad self was.

Insecure? Definitely not what she was feeling

Worried? Of course not. Eddie wouldn't ever leave her

Cheated? No, this was a game

And Y/N did not let Eddie win games.

Everyone's eyes followed her as she marched to the circle. Stomping her heel on the bottle. The shattered glass caused the two to pull away from each other.

Eddie felt his bulge grow bigger, and not because of the girl on his lap. But because his girlfriend looked like she was going to devour him.

"off now" she growled. She would give Megan three seconds before she lost her cool.

Megan didn't look like she was going to move, so Eddie did it for her. Shoving her harshly to the side. Not caring that she landed with a thump. His puppy eyes looking up at his girlfriend.

Y/N didn't say a word. Grabbing him by his ear and dragging him to the nearest bathroom. He wanted to get punished? Good because now this whole damn party was going to hear just how rough he liked it.

~~

Eddie moaned as she shoved him against the sink. The door locked and slammed in a hurry.

"did you enjoy playing your game?" She mocked. Her hard eyes could easily bury him six feet under. He nodded his head hesitantly. He didn't enjoy the kiss, he enjoyed his own game he had going.

"that's good baby. Because now mommy is going to enjoy hers" she growled. Stepping back as she unzipped her dress.

Eddie drooled as she stepped out of it. No bra, and a very small pair of panties. He could see the wet patch, he smiled. He knew his little minx would love this.

His smile grew when she spoke her next words.

"belt off now"

"yes mommy" he said. Going to unbuckle it but before he could fully take it off, she added

"and hand it over" her palm laying face up. Waiting for the leather to be placed.

Now that made him freeze, smile dropping

"what?" He gulped

"I said. Hand. Over. The. Goddamn. Belt. "

He quickly pulled the belt through the loops, trying to go so fast, he fumbled with it a few times. Once he got the final loop through, he began babbling.

"okay I'm sorry. Very sorry. I'm so sorry"

But her face never changed, still staring at him with pure coldness, but he kinda liked it.

Her hand was still waiting for the leather

"I don't give a shit if you're sorry. Give me your belt"

His hand shook as he handed it over. Placing his handcuffed belt in her hands. Watching as she smirked.

"strip" she snapped. Running the leather against her fingers. He could just tell she has a million bad thoughts running through her head.

He quickly ripped off his shirt, throwing his pants down to his ankles and kicking it to the side.

"boxers too baby"

He gulped as she smacked the belt against her own hand. Running out of patience.

The second his boxers hit the floor he didn't have time to react. She turned his body over and shoved him harder against the counter.

His hot cock was pushed into the cold marble counter and it made him shiver. He felt her push his body flat down. His head inches away from the mirror. A loud whine left his throat when he looked in it. The way he was bent over, completely at her mercy. The same twisted smile on her face as her fingers trailed around his ass.

"mommy please" he whined, trying to push his hips against the counter so his cock could slide against the marble

"seriously shut the fuck up" she snapped. Yanking his hair so hard his head flew back. She laid her bare chest against his back. He could feel her wetness being pushed against his ass.

"you are going to look into this mirror and watch as mommy whips the pathetic attitude out of you, got it?" She growled in his ear. His body felt hot all over. The coldness of the counter wasn't doing anything to calm him down. He tried to nod with the grip she had on his hair. Her one hand was still trailing around the skin of his ass. Smacking lightly with her hand.

"yes mommy fuck" he moaned. His reflection looked like he was already fucked out. Like she's been destroying his insides for hours. So deep in him that he could see It in his stomach. But she hasn't even started part one of his punishment. He knew he was fucked badly now.

She let go of his hair with a shove. His head falling forward against the mirror. He placed his hands against the mirror, spreading his legs a tad bit further. Mentally preparing himself for the first whip of leath-

"OH FUCK" he screamed. The first whip of his belt stung against his ass. She didn't start easy either.

He watched as she smirked, landing another crack to his pale skin. Seconds between the first one. Not waiting a single second between the hits.

And she didn't stop. She kept whipping his skin over and over. His moans and screams echoed through the bathroom. He could see his own tears falling down his face. Watching as his hands tried to grip anything. His harsh breaths were fogging up the mirror as his face was smashed against it.

"turning so fucking red for me" she moaned, running her hands over the red marks that stained his pale skin. She could feel herself dripping at this point but she wasn't even close to being done. She wanted this mother fucker to cry and beg for her to stop.

She pushed on his back further, his ass arching out.

The bathroom was filled with his moans, screams, and the sound of leather cracking against his skin over and over. His body thrusted against the counter with every strike. His cock was sliding back and forth, adding to the pleasure.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she placed the belt next to him on the counter.

But the look in her eyes had him feeling he wasn't even close to being done.

She kneeled down on her knees, kissing the burning red skin. The marks of lashes contrasted on his white skin. She could see small bits of blood breaking the skin. She could feel his legs shaking as she kissed closer and closer to his hole. She pulled his cheeks apart and moaned at the sight of his pretty pink asshole gripping at nothing. She spit on it and smeared it all around.

"oh God yes" he moaned from above her. She looked up to see his head turned down to look at her. His eyes were filled with tears, his cheeks were red, and his lips looked like he'd been eating away at them for hours. She looked straight at him as she latched her lips on his hole, licking all around his opening. His eyes were rolling back.

But then she stepped away. Standing up and this time, smacking her hand down straight on his abused skin. His body jolted forward. The precum from his throbbing tip was creating a puddle below him.

"you like this you slut?" She teased. Her hands rubbed the abused skin once again. Without waiting for a response, she smacked down on his ass again.

"YES" he screamed, moaning endlessly as his skin burned

"you squeal so loud my little slut. Half of this party can probably hear you" she mocked.

She grabbed his hips and turned him around. She licked away his tears and his cock twitched at the feeling

"look at how fucking hard you are baby. You like getting your ass whipped with your own belt? A whole party just outside the door?" she teased. Gripping his cock and smacking it against her hand. Hearing it echo throughout the bathroom.

Her eyes caught the leather again. Another idea came to mind.

She removed her hands from his cock and he whined at the loss of contact

"shut up slut" she growled, smacking his face gently. He moaned at the feeling.

He watched as she grabbed the belt. Licking the leather with her tongue. Eddie felt himself losing air. She smirked and shoved three fingers in his mouth. She had a feeling he was going to get even louder

He braced himself for whatever she had planned. But the feeling of the leather whipping against his cock was not what he planned

"OH GOD MOMMY" he cried around her fingers. Sobs left his body as his cock burned from the crack.

She laughed at his cries and whipped his cock again and again. Some of the hit landed on his inner thigh. Smacking his balls just a tad bit softer. Watching as his body threw itself into her.

"look at you crying. You are so fucking pathetic" she mocked, pulling away

Eddie sobbed and nodded his head

"I'm a pathetic slut" he whined. Hating the way his cock ached even more for her. She nodded, agreeing as she kissed his cock and thighs.

She stepped back and pulled on her dress

"wait mommy, no,I want more" he whined. Grabbing her hand, and placing it on his stomach.

"you are crying like a little bitch. I don't think you can handle more"

She began to dress him and he whined in protest

"no mommy. I want more" he whined. Trying to kick his legs out of his underwear.

She growled at his behavior. Gripping his cock in a harsh tight grip that had his mouth falling open in seconds. A choked moan in his throat. His teeth clenched together as he puffed out air through his nose.

"you are such a slut. You think you even deserve to be fucked tonight?"

He nodded his head, ashamed.

"no I don't. But I deserve you to punish me. Remind me who I belong to. Please mommy" he cried. Begging helplessly as her grip got tighter on his cock but never moving it. Just clenching the skin.

"get dressed and I'll meet you in the car" she spit on the top of his cock and went out the door, slamming it behind her.

Getting dressed was harder than he thought it would be. Sliding his boxers up. The material scraping against the marks on his ass had him hissing. Touching his sensitive and abused cock into his underwear had him gripping the sink. He could see the skin had small marks on it and his thigh was starting to bruise. He whined as he quickly palmed himself. Jerking himself off through his underwear at a slow place. He removed his hand, knowing if he even had a small trace of full cum in his boxers he'd get blue balls for a week, and slipped on his jeans, with his belt and threw on his shirt.

Shoulders slumped as he opened the door. Walking, well more like stomping, his way to the front door.

No doubt that his eyes were red and puffy. His face was stained with tears.

He slouched in the seat once he made it in the car. Ignoring her purposely when he buckled.

She laughed at this attitude but played along.

Acting like she had no idea he was ignoring her. She loved when Eddie pouted and crossed his arms. And he was doing just that. Twitching in his seat.

"does your little ass hurt now?" She teased. Her fingers touching the belt he put back on his slutty small hips.

He continued to ignore her. His ass in fact was on fire and sitting only made it worse. The fact that his cock was still throbbing didn't help either.

Once they arrived at his trailer, he slammed the car door and pounded up the steps. Taking off his shoes and throwing them nearby, harshly.

Y/N watched as he threw his little tantrum. She wanted to keep teasing him a tad bit longer.

She started walking to his bedroom. She could hear his feet quickly following behind her. She ignored him as she sat on the bed, removing her heels and moaning at the relief. She could see Eddie twitching in the doorway.

"ready to go to sleep baby?" She smirked.

She stood up and removed her dress, preparing to grab a shirt of Eddie's when he dropped on his knees in front of her. Not saying a word. She looked down at his puppy eyes.

He continued his game of ignoring her. Just slowly kissing her stomach, sucking lightly near her hips. She moaned lightly and she could feel his smirk against her skin.

His fingertips grabbed her lace panties and pulled back. Watching as it snapped against her skin. He returned to kiss her, trailing down her thighs, his nose bumped against her clit through the lace. He whined at her smell. His hands grabbing her ass from behind and shoving her further into him. He licked her cunt through the lace. Bucking his hips into the air as he got a slight taste of her.

"let me prove I can be a good boy. I want to make mommy cum" he whined. His eyes looked up at her as his tongue pushed against her clit.

"you want to eat mommy's pussy?" She asked, trailing her fingers around his soft cheeks.

He nodded fast, his nose brushing against her clit. Still refusing to move his head.

"okay baby". She yanked his head away from her. Smirking down as his puppy eyes followed her every move

"lay down" he nodded fast. Throwing his fully clothed body on his bed.

She kissed his lips, he hummed at her taste. Throwing his arms around her and placing a hand on her head. Pushing her against his lips harder. She pulled away faster than he would have liked.

She slide her body over his. Placing her thighs on the sides of his head. She pulled her panties to the side, Eddie moaning instantly seeing her cunt. She slowly placed herself on his tongue. Whining as he devoured her right away. Not wasting a second to tease her or anything.

Eddie loved to give sloppy and wet head. He loved making a mess. His face was thrashing under her, not giving her a second to breathe. She dove her hands into his hair. Rocking her hips against his tongue. Riding his face just as desperately as his tongue was fucking her.

"oh baby. You are doing so good" she moaned. Eddie always worked better with praise. He was a strange one. He loved being called pathetic, a slut and worthless. But when it came to pleasing her, he wanted the praise. He needed to know he was making his mommy feel good.

She gasped out and removed her hips. Hovering over his face. Smirking as he gasped for fresh air. Licking his lips, his mouth was covered in her sweetness. His hands went to grab her hips to bring her down again, but she moved away.

He huffed out again. His hands smacking his bed in frustration.

"quit with the attitude" she snapped. Squeezing her fingers around his mouth. His lips puffing out.

"I'm sorry" he whined. Her grip on his jaw was tight and he couldn't move.

"I was moving so I could suck your pathetic cock. Now I'm not sure if I want to anymore" she smirked as his eyes welled up with tears. Eddie was always a pretty crier.

"NO PLEASE DO IT. I'M SORRY. I'LL BE GOOD" he screamed. Sitting up fully. She shook her head and pushed him back down. Rolling her eyes as she placed her cunt above his face again, this time her face was next to his crotch.

"don't you even think about cumming before me" she warned. She felt his head nod as he dove his tongue back inside of her.

She moaned as she unzipped his jeans. Slowly taking off the belt....keeping it close by. She took his cock out of his boxers. Throbbing, red, soaked in his own precum and small red marks from his belt. She licked his tip slowly. Tracing her tongue all around his head. Swallowing the small bits of precum. She sucked on his tip slowly and gently. She knew she needed to start slow otherwise he'd bust in seconds. She felt his tongue go still inside of her. Moaning against her as his hips jerked forward.

"did I say stop, you whore?" She snapped. Her hand gripping his cock harshly.

"fu..ck..no" he whined. Diving back inside of her. Trying his best to keep his tongue moving as she sucked him off. He silently thanked her for having some mercy and taking him slow.

He worked her faster. Desperate to get her off. His tongue was moving all around inside her. He thrashed his head side to side. His nose brushing against her clit repeatedly. She was speeding up on his cock and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He whined at how pathetic he felt. She just started sucking him further and he was ready to bust like a virgin.

She released his cock with a pop. A loud moan leaving her throat. Her nails scratched down his balls, massaging them with her hands

"so good baby. Mommy's going to cum really soon" she moved her hips against him faster. Keeping attention on his balls as she felt her body clenching everywhere

"RIGHT THERE EDDIE" she screamed. His tongue and her hips are moving together perfectly. She gasped out as she felt her stomach snap. Her hands left his balls, desperate to clench her own tits. Squeezing them hard as she felt herself cumming. Her hips shuttered against his face. Silent screams leaving her lips as she gripped her tits harder. Small nail marks mark her skin. She could see Eddie's cock moving on its own. Somehow growing harder as he heard her orgasm. She rode it out slowly. Removing herself once she felt her clit become too sensitive.

She turned around to kiss his lips. Tasting herself on him. She pulled away slowly. Watching as he licked his lips. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up his body, using it to clean his mouth off.

"at least your mouth is good for something other than being a bitch" she growled. Slapping his cheek harder. His head turned with the slap, moaning at the roughness.

"strip while I get my cock for you" she smiled as she turned. Hearing Eddie's bed creak as he flung his clothes in every direction. She grabbed the toy from his closet. Walking back to see him on his knees on his bed.

"look at how big my cock is Eddie. Look at how pathetic yours looks next to it" she mocked. Trailing the toy up against his cock. Watching as he whimpered. His fingers tracing the veins on the toy.

"very big" he moaned. He could feel his asshole clenching, just wishing to be fucked.

"lay down at the edge baby. I'm going to fuck your throat. You are going to suck my cock like a good boy. And stop disappointing me" she slapped his ass when he quickly crawled to the edge. Laughing at the small hiss that left his throat. He laid down, his head hanging off of the bed.

She trailed the toy over his lips. She spit on the toy, lubing the cock before shoving it down Eddie's throat.

She moaned as he choked and gagged. She took no mercy. Fucking his throat as fast as she could. She could see the toy going down his throat. She shoved the toy deep, and stopped. Letting the toy sit in his throat.

"hold it" she growled. Hearing him gag harder and breathe through his nose.

"you feel that?" She asked, grabbing his hand and placing it on the bulge in his neck.

Eddie whined as a response.

She slowly pulled out of his throat. Watching as he gasped for air.

"am I still doing good?" He whispered. His throat burned as he talked.

"so good for mommy baby. She's so proud" she said, kissing his Addams apple as she bent down.

She strapped the toy on her harness. Sitting on his bed against the headboard.

"come here pretty boy" she said. He quickly sat up and crawled over to her.

"can I ride your cock?" He whimpered, his hand jerking off the toy

She nodded. She pulled him by his hips

"I love your slutty hips" she moaned, giving his hips a squeeze

"I love you" he moaned. Now sitting on her thighs

"I love you too" she said. Kissing his lips softly. She pulled his ass cheeks apart, helping him as he pushed himself on the toy

"MOMMY" he whined. The toy rested fully inside of him. His hands gripped on her shoulders.

"take your time" she said softly. Kissing his throat as he took deep breaths.

He slowly moved his hips. Lifting himself up and slamming back down.

The more she encouraged him, the faster he rode her. Bouncing on her cock as he desperately whined loudly.

"you look so gorgeous bouncing on my cock" she complimented. Watching as his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. His bangs were sweaty against his forehead. His hands moved down to her tits. Squeezing them in his hands as he desperately rocked against her. His body burned all over. He could feel her grip on his thighs beginning to hurt, definitely leaving bruises behind later. She sucked hickies on his neck, her hand sneaking behind him to pull his cheeks even further apart. The toy hit him deeper.

"yes mommy....so..good...Jesus" he whined breathlessly.

"up baby" she said. She could see his face was turning into his orgasm face. His body was shaking and he was close. But she didn't want him to cum like this.

He ignored her, bouncing faster

"Eddie up!" She demanded but he kept riding her. Trying to sneak an orgasm

He was unsuccessful, she gripped his neck hard. Choking him as he slowed down his hips.

"I said, to get fucking up" she snapped. Her patience was gone. Eddie felt his throat burning underneath her grip. His vision started to go blurry by the time he admitted defeat.

"okay" he choked out. Satisfied, she released the grip. He coughed as he moved off of the toy. Crying silently as he felt empty again.

"grab me the belt baby" she whispered into his ear, sucking on his earlobe. Yanking the skin with her teeth.

"again?" He whimpered. Pulling his head away to look at her eyes.

She felt herself grow more aroused as he silently cried. Tears going down his face as his hands shook grabbing the belt.

"why baby? Do you not like the belt?" She asked, her nails scraping down his chest and soft stomach. He shivered.

"I just thought I was a good boy" he sniffled. Looking at her through his lashes. Holding the belt tightly in his hands

"oh you were. You were doing so well but you ignored me. You kept fucking your pathetic self on my cock when I said to stop"

"I'm sorry mommy" he begged again.

"I don't care. Turn around" she snapped, yanking the belt out of his hands.

Eddie nodded slowly and turned himself around. He tucked a pillow under his arms, arching his back so his ass pressed against her cock.

"the belt isn't for what you think it is" she teased. Eddie turned to look at her confused but stopped when he felt the belt being wrapped around his neck.

She yanked the belt, his neck thrown back as the belt tugged him into her. His back was pressed against her bare chest

She lubed up the toy, shoving the cock back into his ass

"YES FUCK" he whimpered. Full of her again. She was ruthless. She was pounding into him fast and hard. His throat burned as the leather dug into his skin. She yanked on the belt harder. Loving the whine that left his throat. He was pressed against her fully. Their bodies melted into one.

"that's it. Let me hear you" she teased. Her hand finally went down to his neglected cock. Jerking him fast as he whined pathetically.

He was screaming louder and louder. She had a feeling he was getting close.

"MOMMY I NEED TO CUM" he screamed.

"okay baby" she said softly. Releasing her grip on the belt and his cock

"jerk your pathetic cock off" she snapped. He nodded fast, his hand touching his cock. Jerking himself as fast as he could. Whining as he felt his balls get heavier with cum.

The belt went loose around his neck. He took the advantage and finally breathed normally.

Within seconds she placed the leather strap in his mouth, forcing him to bite down on it as she fucked him harder

He moaned around the belt. Drool dripping down his chin and chest.

The belt muffled his screams, but he was still loud. He felt his body go slack, dropping against the bed as she drilled into him faster. He gave up on holding himself. Jerking his cock right against the sheets. Letting her have her way with him.

He reached his free hand behind him, searching for her hand.

She smiled as she saw his hand reaching for her. Only her sweet Eddie would want to hold hands while he choked on a leather belt and was getting fucked in his ass.

She laced their fingers and kissed his hand. Holding their connected grip against his back.

Within seconds his body shook, thrashing against the bed as he filled the sheets under him with his cum. Jerking himself faster as his cum shot everywhere. Twitching at the sensitivity as her thrusts went slower. Once she felt his body go still, head faced down in his bed. She pulled the toy out, unhooking the belt from his mouth.

She kissed down his spine, kissing softer around his ass, kissing the marks she left behind.

She took off her harness and threw it on the floor. Turning her boyfriend around softly.

"hi baby" she said softly, kissing up his dirty cum filled stomach, to his chest and up to his lips. He had no energy to kiss her back. Just taking the small pecks she offered

"you made me so proud. Can you give me another one? Just a little small one for mommy?" She asked. Her fingers softly touch his sensitive cock. He shivered

"mommy no" he whined. His own body betrayed his words as he felt his cock growing hard again.

"you sure? Mommy just wants one more orgasm to fill up her cunt. Can you do that?" She asked. Kissing his face as he sniffled

"I can't. No" he cried as she kept her hand moving against him

"please baby? It would make mommy so proud" she said

Eddie sighed in defeat. He could never tell her no

"just one?" He asked, hiccuping with his tears

"just a small one" she nodded. Moving her panties to the side as she slid on his lap

Hovering over his cunt as she teased the tip, rubbing it against her clit.

"okay mommy. I can"

The air left his lungs when she slammed down on him. Her warm tight cunt completely clenched around him.

"OH GOD. FUCK" he cried. More tears leaving his eyes

"doing so good" she moaned. Feeling so full of him as she bounced on him. This time chasing her own release

His overstimulated body was shaking. He was gripping the sheets as he thrashed under her.

"it hurts" he cried.

"shh it's okay. I'm almost done" she said softly. Kissing away his tears as she rode him faster. Her orgasm was close. She was twisting Eddie's nipples harshly as her high got closer

"mommy... please...I can't" he sobbed. He was used to multiple orgasms. But he's never had one orgasm ruin his body completely.

She nodded. "rub my clit baby and I'll cum" she said softly. Caressing his face as he nodded.

Sniffling loudly as he rubbed her clit fast. Desperate to get her to cum as his own orgasm was moments behind.

She screamed as she clenched around him. Milking his cock as he shot his cum inside of her. Coating his cock completely in her own cum.

He cried out. Cumming hard as he sobbed.

She slowly took herself off of him. Watching his soft cock fall against his body.

"shh baby. You did so good" she said softly. Running her fingers through his hair as she wiped his tears

"so so so proud my boy. You did amazing" she kept complimenting him. Making sure he felt loved as his body sunk further in his sheets.

She began to get up, reaching for his nightstand but he grabbed her hand

"can you just hold me first?" He asked quietly. Sniffling back more tears

"let me clean you off and put some lotion on your body, first okay? I want to make sure I take care of the marks from the belt, okay?"

He nodded with teary eyes. Whimpering as her touch disappeared.

She softly cleaned off his stomach. Using a cold towel to wipe away his sweat. She kissed his skin repeatedly.

Turning him to his stomach softly. Apologizing as his soft cock rubbed against his sheets.

"I'm sorry baby. Just a second longer" she kissed his spine.

Rubbing lotion on her hands as she rubbed the ointment on his ass. Covering his red skin fully. His body melted into the sheets.

"feel good?" She asked softly

"yes mommy. Thank you" he said. She smiled and kissed his cheek. Turning him to his side and throwing a blanket over his naked body. She took off her panties and added them to the pile of clothes on his floor.

She crawled behind him. Her bare chest rested against his back as she wrapped her arms around him. Kissing his shoulder as he pushed himself against her. His hands held hers that rested on his stomach.

Sighing contently into her arms.

"I love you baby" she said as she kissed his cheek

He smiled and felt his body lure into sleep.

But Eddie knew that wouldn't be the last time he acted as a brat to get what he wanted......

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[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; james

requested by ; anonymous (21/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; james

outline ; “OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE WILLING TO WRITE FOR TEAM ROCKET IM SO EXCITED

ok ok so uh may I request general dating hcs for both jessie and james please ? (maybe someone who has a good living since both are homeless 🥹) THANK YOU !!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

despite his work as a member of team rocket, james is an incredibly sweet and attentive partner — the type who has a keen memory for everything you love and who will do anything he can to boost your confidence and make you smile whenever you’re together (he’s your #1 cheerleader even if he isn’t the most confident in himself most of the time — but he’s working on improving that with your help)

he doesn’t talk about his family, or his past in general, all that often but he when he does he always has something positive to say about his grandparents (his parents and ex fiancée less so, he loves his parents but they aren’t on the best terms at the moment and jessiebelle is, well, jessiebelle and enough is said about that) — and when you finally met ‘nanny’ and ‘pop pop’, they absolutely adored you (both as your own person and because of how happy you make their sweet little grandson)

if you wear makeup then he’s more than happy to help you put it on or perfect a look — he has a keen eye and a steady hand that comes in handy if you struggle with symmetry — and on a similar note he’s also happy to let you put makeup on him or to do his makeup alongside yours (he’s far from opposed to dressing up, cross-dressing, or wearing costumes with you, after all)

james loves using terms of endearment with you, to the extent that you’ll rarely even hear him say your first name unless it’s a necessary formality (like a first introduction or for a dinner booking), and they range from cutesy to traditional depending on his mood — for example, when he’s feeling dejected and clingy after being scolded by giovanni then he’ll curl up on your lap and call you ‘hun’ and ‘sweetie’ as he vents his woes to you, but when he’s in a more flirty mood then he might dip you in his arms and call you ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’ (context matters more than anything here, but he has been known to use just about any pet name in any situation)

he’s a complete gentleman and will go the full nine yards to woo you even after you’ve been officially together for what feels like forever — partially down to his upbringing and the expectations pushed upon him by it, and partially because he’s just that sweet — which includes him doing things like: bending down and kissing the back of your hands/each of your knuckles, opening car doors for you and helping you step out, holding doors open for you in whatever building you’re in, buying you flowers whenever he can scrape together the funds to do so (he may have been born wealthy but nowadays, not so much), offering you his coat whenever you mention being cold, and other things along those lines

jessie has caught him staring at you, or staring into nothingness whilst clearly thinking about you, more times than she’d ever care to count and this eternal puppy-love state has caused the trio to mess up on missions because james is just too distracted to stick to the plan — it would be adorable in any other situation but it usually frustrates her to the point of anger because that mistake was so avoidable, why can’t you just be normal about them for ten minutes?

when it comes to sleeping, james isn’t too bothered about what position you drift off in as long as the two of you are cuddling — he can fall asleep wherever he is, and being in a proper bed for the first time in weeks helps, but he sleeps most peacefully when he can hear your breathing and can feel your weight and body heat right up against him when he’s with you

whenever his team fails a mission, or he’s scolded by someone, you’re the first person he gets in contact with — either finding a phone to call you or stumbling sadly through your door and collapsing in your arms and just… staying like that for a while as he briefly lets himself forget what had left him feeling so low (you’re his rock, really, and he’d do the same for you if you needed it, but for now all he needs is to hear your voice and know that you still love and accept him as he is — despite all of his mistakes and failures)

[goldenprophetwrites]

professor & baby updates!!

sirius black and the joys of being baby is officially getting a sequel 🎉

i added the fic to a series on ao3, so if you’d like to be notified when the next part is posted, maybe pretty please consider subscribing to it?

i’m working with a beta for the first time in years, which i’m pretty excited about!! so i’d like to thank @sweetstarryskies for the help & the cheerleading!! ❤️

thanks again to everyone who’s taken the time to read my silly little brainrot fics 🥹 and especially to all the lovely people who leave kudos and comments!!!

[nadvs]

I love your SWTE series! What about their first night alone after the twins are born!?

thank you so much!! 🥹 oh they def go to a hotel for a little getaway 🤭

based on this fic! 18+!

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it’s months before they finally feel in a good enough place to leave the twins with a close friend. they go over everything with her twice, reminding her not to hesitate to call over any little thing.

the hotel they booked is in the city, only half an hour drive away from home. it gives them both peace of mind knowing they’re close, but they vow to treat it like a vacation.

rafe’s season has been rough. the team just hasn’t been gelling and he’s not so sure about their chances in the play-offs.

it’s been a while since his girlfriend has felt confidence in herself, too. she’s been a stay at home mom, still getting used to the chaos of having twins and to the fact that her body has changed so much.

her relationship with rafe has been mainly focused on parenting. they need a date. desperately.

they get a private room in the restaurant so that they don’t have to deal with being recognized. tonight is about them only.

dinner is a long overdue chance at fun. rafe is reminded of why she became his best friend within months of knowing her all those years ago in college. they talk and laugh and order way too many appetizers.

when they walk into the hotel suite rafe booked after dinner, she’s almost at a loss for words.

“wow,” she breathes.

“you approve?” rafe says. she steps forward to look out at the city lights through the gigantic windows.

“it’s fine, i guess,” she jokes.

she feels him press up against her, his lips against the side of her neck. her body is on fire immediately. it’s been so long.

but the few times they’ve made love since the babies were born, it was in their bed, in the dark. the suite is softly lit, but it’s more than enough for him to see her naked body for the first time since she gave birth.

when his hands drag down her hips, she freezes. rafe is so intoxicated with the way her ass feels against him that he doesn’t even notice.

he continues to kiss her neck, his mouth hot on her.

“hey,” she says softly. “you know my body is… it’s different now.”

“hmm?” he mumbles.

she turns in his arms, still stiff from the feeling of his hands on her hips.

“i have a scar from the c-section,” she tells him, “and i carried two babies. i don’t look how i used to.”

rafe’s brows furrow in confusion.

“i just mean,” she says, eyes darting away, “don’t expect for me to be as hot as i used to be.”

“are you insane?” he asks. “you’re even hotter.”

“you haven’t seen me,” she says. she purposely doesn’t change in front of him and doesn’t give him opportunities to see her naked around the house.

his body is in perfect shape from his constant training and practice. but she doesn’t have the cheerleader’s body she had when they met. not even close.

“then let me see you,” he rasps. she bites her lip.

“maybe we shut off the lights?”

“fuck no,” rafe mutters with a chuckle. his hand trails up her back, finding the zipper of her dress and slowly pulling it down as he keeps his eyes locked on hers.

“rafe,” she says quietly. “i’m serious.”

“so am i. you’re not going to hide from me.”

her dress drops to the floor, pooled around her feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

she swears the man actually growls when he pulls her in by the waist, dipping to kiss her chest. she shudders as his fingers dip under the hook of her bra, taking it off impatiently.

she can feel how hard he is under his pants. while he could lie using his words, his body definitely can’t. he actually, really does want her. the feeling is overwhelming.

she finally eases into the motion, unbuttoning his shirt as he kisses over her collarbone. their bare chests are pressed together as he guides her to the bed, lying her down on the plush comforter.

“i’d have you up against that window,” he tells her, “but i don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”

his words make her feel dizzy. she pulls him down and kisses him hard. she didn’t expect to feel so wanted after he saw her naked for the first time in so long, but he seems even more passionate than he was back before she got pregnant.

rafe feels like he’s coming home when he’s on top of her like this. he can’t control his aggression, ripping her panties down and not even having the patience to take his boxers all the way off before sinking into her.

they exhale in sweet harmony when they meet, his hands pinning her wrists down against the bed as he starts to thrust.

“how hard do i have to go for you to know how hot you are?” he whispers through his short breaths.

she trembles, linking her legs around him, adjusting to his size like it’s the first time. he straightens his arms, hands still tight on her wrists, and meets her eyes as he rolls in and out of her with deep, perfect strokes.

“hard,” she challenges, simply because she knows he has it in him and that she can take it.

they make love over and over that night, lost in each other’s bodies, kissing so much that their lips get sore. afterwards, they’re tangled up naked in bed, panting and exhausted.

“i’m always going to want you, you know that?” he mumbles lazily against her neck.

she stares up at the ceiling. it’s hard to believe, considering he’s gained so much fame and popularity that he could get any woman he wanted.

“what?” he says when she doesn’t answer.

“you sure?”

“baby,” he half-chuckles. “i’m so fucking sure.”

“but my body isn’t-”

“your body gave me my children,” he interrupts. “end of story.”

she cracks a smile, gently slapping his shoulder.

“fine,” she murmurs. “end of story.”