#GIVE THAT GIRL A BIGGER NOSE GOD PLEASE!

[dazzle-art]

How I interpret Kronya Throne based just on her sprite! The actual drawing itself was very small so you have to click it so it won't be fuzzy, ty! I also struggle with layered hair lol whoopsie

Here's this post here I mentioned her hair

[thisrots]

hate or lesbian yearning?

caitlyn x fem!reader

♥︎ warnings: dom!cait x sub!receiving!reader, college au, academic/family rivals, use of cait/caitlyn/kiramman, mean/loser(?)/nerdy cait, brat/smart ass reader, strap usage, backshots, hate sex, size kink u squint ♥︎

♥︎ word count: 2k ♥︎

Caitlyn Kiramman truly hated you.

Hate was a strong word, she was well aware of that, and used it wisely when speaking not so fondly of you and your family.

“That wretched girl ruined my project!” Cait slammed her fisted hands down on her vanity, perfume bottles and jewelry pieces knocking over in the process. In the corner of the room sat her poster board, graded at a 95, sheets of research sprawled out across the room. “I hate her. I hate her parents for giving birth to her. I hate her presence, her attitude, her whole entire being!”

“Caitlyn, please!” Her mother tutted, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders as she squeezed tightly. “You must be better than them. You cannot let yourself succumb to her actions, she does it because she’s jealous of you.”

Caitlyn looked up, staring at the angered expression looking back at her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, glasses sliding down her nose, huffing as her blood boiled underneath her skin. She wouldn’t do such a thing, surrender to you and your spoiled little games, but would make you succumb to her.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, not really. Sure, you’d sneak a peak at Caitlyn whenever you got the chance to, out of pure curiously, nothing else (at least, that’s what you told yourself). But as she stood there, middle of your living room, next to Cassandra Kiramman who was bitching at your mom for your actions, you couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

As usual, she had her nerdy—covered up most of her face—glasses on. She wore tight black pants that hugged her hips just right, paired with a lighter colored long sleeve blouse that was loosely buttoned up. The curve of her breasts peaked out, causing you to damn near choke on your spit. And God, she had those stupid black boots on that always made your eyes roll. As your eyes traced her body back up is when you noticed it. Something… different.

There was a barely noticeable bulge staring right back at you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening at the sight. And of course, her highness had noticed, smirking at your expression.

Cait turned to her mother, smiling annoyingly bright. “You know, Mother, I think we can work this out ourselves.” Her gaze turned to you, stupidly fake smile still plastered on her face as she pushed her glasses up. “Since I’m obviously the bigger person here, I’d like to sit with you and chat, alone.”

Yeah, there was obviously something big about her.

You weren’t sure how, or when you ended up underneath her, but somehow Caitlyn fucking Kiramman ended up in your room, holding you down on your bed, strap bulge rubbing against the fat of your ass.

“I always knew you had a thing for me, Kiramman. You came prepared and everything this time, huh?�� You taunted, arching your back, ass pressed against her hips, hands gripping tightly at your waist. “What a fucking pervert.”

She tugged at your skirt, pulling it up harshly, exposing your perfectly shaved cunt decorated with a lacey black thong. Cait let out a dry laugh, fingers toying with the string. “I’m the pervert? Look at you,” A digit ran between your already soaked folds, sending a shiver running down your spine. “Whorish arch, sopping shaved pussy, a thong? Please… Don’t make me laugh.”

Cait slipped your panties to the side, a sticky string of arousal following the cloth, letting out a broken gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive clit. “I-I didn’t do it for you.”

“Is that so?” She responded, unzipping her pants, a 9 inch royal blue strap slapping your pussy as it flopped out. “Who would stoop low enough to fuck your bratty, prissy, annoying self?”

Your silence dragged out, cheeks reddening up. Fuck, you hated that she was right. Despised her so much you couldn’t help but want her deep inside you, fucking your brains out so hard at the mere thought of her hatred towards you. You slid a hand underneath yourself, trembling fingers slipping between your folds, spreading out your glistening hole for her. “No one but you, apparently.”

Though she’d never admit it, Cait gawked at your opened slit, eyes widening and heart skipping a beat at your obscenity. Her eyebrow twitched as she pressed the toy up against you, spreading your ass cheeks, tip slowly sliding in.

You groaned at her slowness, rolling your eyes, turning to look at her the best you could. “No, please, go ahead. Take your time. Not like we could get caught or any—”

She growled at your sarcasm, throwing her glasses off her face. Her hips suddenly rammed into you, whole nine incher disappearing deep inside you as you sucked her in, completely stretching out your tight hole. You let out a choked, broken groan, eyes shutting tightly as her tip kissed your cervix.

“For once in your bloody life, shut the fuck up.”

This usually didn’t happen often, but you came to realize that the more you fucked with Caitlyn, the more she fucked you. Calling her out on one tiny detail that was wrong about her project in front of everyone was a low blow, but fuck, was it worth it.

Cait grunted as she thrusted in, her strokes harsh but calculated—like she’d memorized exactly which parts of you made you break. Like she knew the inside of your cunt better than you ever would.

Your face was pressed against the mattress, tongue lolled out, drool staining your sheets as she held your hands against your arched back. Your knees wobbled with every shallow stroke, fwopping sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls, her goal being to see herself bulge out of your lower tummy.

“God, fuck—Cait! It was—just f-five points off! You’re gonna—kill—me!” You whisper yelled, trying your damn hardest to speak between guttural moans and the sounds of her pelvis slapping against the plush of your ass while she drilled into you.

You suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on your ass cheek, causing your whole body to jolt forward. She’d—just smacked your ass? You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at the stinging sensation. “Nghh! What the hell, C-Cait—?!”

“Who said you could call me ‘Cait’?” Her palm landed on the puffy, blushed raised skin again, the sound echoing in your room. You let out a small eek!, body instinctively pulling itself away from her.

“It’s Kiramman to you, brat. Know your place.” Caitlyn gripped onto your wrists, nails digging into your skin as she yanked you back onto the toy, ramming her length back inside you. You groaned out at the addictive feeling of her roughness, upper body slightly hovering above the mattress now. A pornographic, loud, curdling moan ripped out from your throat, the intense sensation taking over your body, eyes rolling back.

“If it wasn’t for your pettiness, I would’ve gotten a perfect score—mmh! Now do us both a favor and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come find you stuffed to the brim with nothing but me, would you?”

She was right, again. You totally deserved this, to be treated like nothing but a plaything for her. As much as you shouldn’t, you completely ate it up—hell, probably would’ve moaned if she’d spanked you again. Your ruined pussy dripped onto the sheets, a creamy ring of arousal coating the toy, hoping one day she’d hate you just enough to make you hers out of spite. Maybe that thought was just part of your fucked out brain—you really weren’t sure. You muffed yourself out by sinking your teeth into your blankets, greedily taking every little bit of Caitlyn that you could.

“C-Can feel you—guh!—in my fuckin’—throat!” You blubbered out, her punishing thrusts making your head light, feeling a tightness spreading throughout your body. Your legs were convulsing, knees weak and wobbly, skin sweaty and cunt aching, growing closer to your climax with each brutal rock of her hips.

Cait relished in your messiness—the whiny mewls, leaky and split open hole, drops of sweat, trembling body—she had you right where she wanted you. Unlike her, of course. She was strategic, kept her composure, even when her strap nestled deep inside her arch nemesis.

She wasn’t completely perfect herself, though. Her thighs were slick with wetness, dampening up the strap leather. Her hands were rather shaky and clammy as she held onto you harshly, using your arms as reigns. Even then, she grit her teeth, only letting out grunts and soft groans with each buck of her hips. You two were the perfect opposites in that moment—maybe a little too perfect.

“You’re gripping around me, darling,” She cooed tauntingly, her pace never faltering. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“F-Fuck you—!” You muttered out between heavy and quick pants, her pet name for you sending a pulse of heat straight down to your core. And God, did you hate that she had that effect on you. “A thousand times fuck you, Kiramman, f-fuck… me! Nnggh!—please! Like that, C-Cait, j-just like that!”

You’d finally unraveled, right at the palm of her hand. She almost didn’t notice you calling her a nickname again. Though for some reason, didn’t quite mind it as much when you were pulsating around her, drunk off Caitlyn and her cock, orgasm creeping up on you.

If it wasn’t for the sounds of arguing mothers, Caitlyn was sure the whole house would’ve heard your whorish pleads. She secretly wished they would’ve, so they could walk in on their gold star child getting fucked stupid by none other than her.

“My God, you sound like a bitch in heat.” She mocked, gulping down her own moans as the harness rubbed against her now swollen clit. “Hurry up and cum already, I’m getting bored.”

And as ashamed as you were for it, like an obedient little slut, you did. Your moans choked up in your throat, toes curling, fingers twitching, creaming all around her member as your orgasm hit you all at once. Your ears rang, white-hot heat spreading out in your body, pussy gushing all over Caitlyn, letting out high pitched mewls at the overwhelming sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.

Once Caitlyn finally let go of your wrists, you plopped down on the bed, toy sliding out of you quickly. She rolled her eyes at you and your childlike flop, letting out a huff at her now cum stained pants, straightening herself up the best she could. “Get cleaned up, one more minute alone and our mothers will tear each other’s hair out.”

You looked over at her, just barely picking yourself up from the mattress, panting and shivering, not even slightly recovered from your earth shattering orgasm. “Jeez, can I catch my breath first?”

“No,” She snapped coldly, bending over to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened at her closeness, somehow finding this more nerve wracking than the sex itself. She still looked as collected as ever, hair perfectly straight, not a sweat tear in sight. Her eyes, though hardened, had a softness to them—piercing blue irises staring into your soul. You almost never got to look into them due to her lenses, but they were beautiful. She smelled of lavender and vanilla mixed with the smell of rough sex—a scent that was a little too addictive.

“I want to see your knees wobble in front of them,” She gripped onto your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Want to see you struggle to stand up. I hope you know you deserve worse, I’m being entirely too kind.”

You gulped, keeping your mouth shut for once. Your eyes sparkled at her words, though full of spite, nodding as your head tilted in awe while butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Yeah,” You blinked quickly, shaking away the puppy dog eyes as you sat up. You reached over for her glasses, holding them up and out to her as your eyes traced the slender, 6 foot tall woman towering over you, lips curled up in a smirk. “Living out your sadistic fantasies with me, huh, Kiramman?”

You always did have a thing for the secretly mean girls.

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° you outshine the morning sun

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — just a short drabble bc domestic sae has invaded my brain

♡ word count — 705

♡ content — sae itoshi x reader, sae x fem! reader, made sae abt 25 in this, marriage mentioned, pregnancy mentioned. AN: i'd give this man as many babies as he wants.

♡ synopsis — sae itoshi didn't need to be a soccer god, not as long as he had you

The roar of the crowd still buzzed in Sae Itoshi’s ears as he exited the stadium, the post-game adrenaline barely settled in his veins. The night air was thick with the voices of fans calling his name, their desperation and admiration mixing into a cacophony he had long since learned to ignore.

"Sae! Just one autograph!"

"Marry me, Sae! Please! Just one chance!"

"I’d give you as many babies as you want!"

The shrill voices of young girls, the deep admiration from older men, the wistful sighs of women both young and old—none of it meant anything to him. He kept his gaze forward, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides as he pushed through the chaos. The only thing on his mind was getting home.

A sleek black car idled by the curb, the driver standing by the door, already well aware of the arrangement. No talking. No questions. Just drive and get him home as quickly as possible, and the tip would be hefty. An even bigger one if the trip was fast.

Sae slid into the back seat without a word, the door shutting out the noise of the world outside. He exhaled sharply, leaning back against the seat as the car pulled away from the stadium and into the quiet of the night. The streetlights blurred past, but he barely noticed them. Instead, his hands moved instinctively to his duffel bag, fingers searching through the smallest inside pocket until they curled around something cool and familiar.

A simple silver ring, discreet and unassuming, warmed quickly in his palm. His thumb brushed over the carved initials—his and yours—etched into the metal. He slipped it onto his ring finger, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.

Yeah. He just needed to get home.

The drive was mercifully quick, and before long, he was stepping out of the car and up the pathway to the house—the one place in the world where he wasn’t Sae Itoshi, soccer legend. He barely had time to set his duffel bag down when something small and fast crashed into his leg.

"Daddy!"

A grin tugged at Sae’s lips as he looked down, teal eyes meeting an identical pair staring up at him with pure joy. His daughter, barely three years old, clung to his leg with all her might. Her soft pink hair was pulled up into two messy pigtails, bouncing as she giggled.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, crouching down to scoop her into his arms. She fit so perfectly against him, her tiny hands grabbing onto his jersey as if she never wanted to let go. And he? He didn’t mind one bit.

"Oh! I didn’t know you’d be home so soon," your voice rang out from the kitchen, warm and full of love. Sae glanced up just as you turned the corner, a wooden spoon in your hand, eyes crinkling at the sight of him. "The game just ended."

"Took a shortcut," he said simply, stepping closer to you.

His gaze flickered down to the soft curve of your stomach, where a second life—one he helped create—was steadily growing. Without hesitation, he reached out, resting a gentle hand there, feeling the warmth of your body beneath his fingertips.

A soft smile played on your lips as he leaned in, pressing a quick but meaningful kiss against them. Before you could deepen it, a tiny voice piped up between you.

"Yuck!" your daughter squealed, squirming in his arms.

You laughed, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of pink hair behind her ear. "You say that now, but one day, you’ll think it’s sweet."

"Nuh-uh!" she insisted, her little nose scrunching up in defiance.

Sae chuckled, finally feeling the weight of the world ease off his shoulders. Here, there were no screaming fans, no demanding coaches, no suffocating expectations. Just you, your daughter, and the quiet hum of home.

Sae Itoshi didn’t need fangirls, fanboys, or old women begging for his attention. He didn’t need adoration from the world, validation from the media, or the empty promises of strangers who only saw him as a soccer god.

Sae Itoshi just needed this.

Sae Itoshi just needed to be home.

Sae Itoshi just needed you.

posting this as an apology for going MIA for a bit :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

[okwonyo]

DEAR GOD 𖥔 희승

𝖫𝖠𝖢𝒪𝖭𝖨𝖢 ─── 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝑙’ ｡｡ bestfriend’s brother!heeseung & fem!rea 55O fluff secret relationship 𓂃 skinship kissing （ 𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒 ）

骚人 ܃ for the birthday girl, danielle, who is loved and deserves the best people can give to her 💌 i love you more than you can ever comprehend 😚

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best friend’s brother!heeseung who you encounter in a quite ridiculous situation; as you desperately try to reach for something in the kitchen’s top shelf, only two months after meeting your dear best friend.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who you heard of but never saw as he is, according to your best friend, a game addict who never leaves his cherished room.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who, after watching you tiptoe for a few seconds, walks behind you. your spine shivers when his hand brush over yours to get that coffee mug for you. “here you go, princess.”

best friend’s brother!heeseung who gets you starstruck as soon as your gaze lands on him. the revelation hits you like a truck; he is going to be your lifelong crush.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who is only in highschool, two years older than you are. but with his tall and muscular frame, looks like a real man— at least to you.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who calls you by the same nickname he used to address you when you first met. he refuses to let it go, even as the years pass by, no matter how much you tell him to stop.

best friend’s brother!heeseung whose fingers in your hair as he ruffles it makes your entire body shiver. his shoulder bumping into yours, just because he can, drives you crazy. the contact between the tip of your nose and his fingertip is addicting. you feel dizzy when the nickname he gave you rolls so easily on his tongue.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who has always been protective over you. to you, it becomes an habit. the thought of his behavior being rooted in possessiveness and jealousy down cross your mind. even when he tells you to not date anyone, even when he claims that none of the guys you know deserves you.

best friend’s brother!heeseung whose jaw tightens at the mention of your lightest interaction with a man. him, who doesn’t like when his sister talks to him about your dates.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who asks you to stop telling people that he is like a brother to you, because “we both know it’s not like that, princess.”

best friend’s brother!heeseung who offers his hoodies to you whenever you come over. he insists, in spite of the fact that you bought your own clothes.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who is always around you whereupon you find yourself in his house. he is stuck to your side. so much, that his sister has to chase him away from her room with the sound of your giggles in lieu of soundtrack.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who is the one picking you up in his car after you got stood up, although you are sure that you didn’t call him but your best friend.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who is leaving for university in a few months. your crush on him has kept ik getting bigger, almost out of hands as the time passes. and as he drives, you can’t stop yourself from looking, from staring.

best friend’s brother!heeseung whose voice is soft and hurried as he asks you to wait to get out of the car when he parks in front of your house.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who takes your breath away when his mouth connects with yours. who kisses you, sweet and passionate, here in is car.

best friend’s brother!heeseung who holds the back of your neck as he whispers, “i told you, no one deserves you, i can treat you so much better princess.”

taglist open + net— @sgz-net

[kkukverse]

january - baby fever 🔞

Pair : husband!jk x wife!reader

Genre: marriage au

Warnings: sex scenes [blowjob, cunnilingus, missionary, baby fever jk]

w/c: 2.5k

a/n: none for now, just hope you guys enjoy it.

“Yes, that’s it, baby” He moaned. His hand caressing the back of your head. Running his thick fingers through your hair. Carefully guiding you as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

With his deep voice, it only riled you up even more. His sweet touch makes you want to give him a good - blow - job. Your sweet husband is groaning and chanting how you are such a good girl.

Wanting to keep pleasing him, you use your free hand to fondle his balls and you glide your fingers up and down with ease as your saliva mixes with his precum. As a dutiful wife, you just know how to touch him, make him putty in your hands, literally. 

You gave his long shaft a kitten lick at the slit on the tip before you started swallowing his dick. You build up the pace as you suck it half way first, teasing him a little more. 

“Come on, baby. Don’t be mean now,” Jungkook gritted his teeth. He was so close to bliss. Your warm mouth feels like heaven. This is just the beginning and Jungkook feels like he almost cum immediately like a horny teenage boy. 

You pull out with a loud sticky sound, satisfied to see a string of your saliva mixed with Jungkook's pre-cum. Your fingers grip securely on his hard dick. Eyes locked on his and you shamelessly give his dick a kiss before you swallow it whole, again. 

“All the way, love” Jungkook instructed. It excites him to see his dick coming in and out of his wife’s pretty mouth. 

His moan and his encouragement motivates you to throw that dick in your mouth, as far as you can. You gagged as you feel his hard dick poking your throat but it feels so good.

Everytime you moan along to every thrust from your mouth, Jungkook almost buckled. His hand now is holding the back of your head, with knitted brows, he is holding himself real hard from not face fucking you. 

Hours spent on building his leg muscle but whenever you, on your knees, sucking and swallowing his dick like a good girl, he is weak. Your hair is covering your face and he bundles it up, he wants to see your messy face more clearly. 

“God, my pretty baby. You’re so messy,” he teases. A sly smirk adorned his face. “Mine,” he breathes. Jungkook basks in the euphoric moment because only him can get to see you like this. 

He keeps on chanting “Good girl, you’re so amazing,” and it motivates you. Taking a deep breath, you swirl your tongue around his dick. It was not an easy task, as his dick is on the bigger side. But, you want to impress him. Sitting on your knees, with your hands clawing at his muscular thighs, you looked up again.

From your view, Jungkook looks ethereal. You can see he is controlling himself from the way his eyes shut, his knitted brows and the soft moan that escaped his mouth. As you are lost in the view, Jungkook opens his eyes, staring at you. In a different situation, he has a set of innocent bambi eyes.

But now, his eyes are hazy and full of lust. He gazes down to look at you with a clenched jaw. He’s trying his best to compose himself.��

Jungkook slightly pulled your hair, 

Your tongue keeps on licking the slit on the tip whilst sucking every inch of him. 

“Easy, baby. Don’t want you to get tired. We’re just beginning,” he hissed

“Mmm,” you moaned. Mouth full of his dick. The musky smell fills your living room. The slow music from his speaker is just riling up the two of you. To keep us in the mood, he said. 

The mood. The baby-making-mood to be specific.

Now let’s rewind back to before you and Jungkook got into this position.

You have no idea what possessed Jungkook this morning. You woke up with him in between your legs, shirtless and you were naked from the waist down. Your pajama pants were nowhere to be found.

Before you can process, Jungkook snuggle his nose on the mound of your cunt.

“G’morning baby,” he winked. Eyes sneakily searching for your approval. Like a hungry man, he dives down to give your clit the attention it desperately needs. He licks your little nub before starting sucking on it.

That really woke you up. 

“Ahh, Jungkook!” You screamed. Instantly your body arched up and your hands found their place on his head. Your fingers scrunching his dark locks as if he is your anchor before you completely drown in pleasure.

Moan after moan escaped your lips. A melody to Jungkook’s ear. Though you just abruptly woke up, your voice sounds like an angel. The way you moan and scream makes his cock twitch in his tight boxer.

You were trashing as he turned his sinful tongue to your lower lips. He licks them up and down and playfully wiggle his tongue at the entrance of your cunt. What a tease. The sound of him slurping and sucking is too loud. He’s driving you insane.

His muscular hands held you down as you kept on squirming your body. He didn’t want his best cunt to be away, not even an inch away from him. Succumbing to the pleasure, you curl your feet and your thighs tremble. Noticing that you’re becoming louder, you put your hand over your mouth, biting it to suppress the moan.

“Uh uh, wanna hear you scream,” Jungkook notices everything. He gently lifts your hand away from your mouth. His eyes darkened with lust as he can clearly see how laboured your breath becomes. Your chest rises up and down and the nipples are poking through your shirt. He should’ve taken it off, made you completely naked.

Jungkook woke up with one mission only. To make you cum on his tongue. That’s why he went straight to your pants. Now he regrets not just taking everything off. 

“Kook,” You whine. He sure took his time to admire your body he forgot your cunt is clenching and unclenching on nothing. “Make me cum,” you begged.

“Impatient,” he chuckles. Obeying to you he continues his lapping on your cunt. Only this time he pushed his tongue inside. Your body jolted at the sensation and your hands moved like a reflex as you pulled his hair. It made Jungkook feel good too, the sting on his scalp excited him to no end and he focused on savouring you. 

He sneaked a peek at his beautiful wife and he saw you shut your tight in pleasure, with your mouth agape in an O shape and every sinful sound coming out of it. Every breath you take displays your perky breasts even more. Jungkook cock feels heavy and he could just cum like this. But, he must make you go first.

His tongue is still playing inside of your cunt as he hover his thumb on your clit. It looks so cute and Jungkook can’t resist it anymore. He rubs your clit with his thumb, while collecting some of your juice to make the rubs smooth. 

It snaps you up. 

“Ahh! Ahh! Yes, yes ,yes,” you chanted. “I’m cumming, I’m cuming,”

“Come on, love” Jungkook rubs the circle on your clit even harder. “Cum on my tongue,” he adds.

Suddenly it was bright white and your ears were ringing. You were brought back to reality when Jungkook’s figure loomed over yours. He rigorously pumps his hard cock with his hand lubed with your cum that he collected. 

You props yourself up on your elbow as you encourage him to finish himself off. 

With scrunched brows, Jungkook eyes are focused on your cunt. It was so wet and your juice is coating the outside part of your cunt. He was so satisfied to know that he was the one who did that. 

“Where? Tell me where?” Jungkook rushes to ask as he is about to cum.

“Here, on my boobs.” You answered. Taking off your shirt in one swift and you guided your body towards him.

Jets of white sticky cum decorate your body. 

“That’s a lot,” you breathe. “I should’ve asked you to pump it all in my cunt,”

“Sorry, baby. Later, okay,” he promised. 

It was a good alarm for your morning, but after he cleaned you up, Jungkook clings to you. Not that you’re complaining, but you were literally dragging him along while getting ready for work. Jungkook has been hugging you, smelling you all morning. It was quite difficult to get ready when you had a grown man get handsy with you.

You even purposely ignore his stiff morning wood -again- even though he did moan because it is such a dangerous route. If you accidentally aroused him again, you might have to take an emergency leave today. He’s lucky he got to work from home. You on the other hand have to join a meeting on New Year’s night. 

Jungkook even followed you to the bathroom, hands busy roaming your body, your hip and your breasts. He leaves wet kisses trailing from your neck to your back. He pouts like a kid when you tell him to leave no mark.

He was horny, but it was wise to not entertain him. You have a meeting today. Wearing a turtleneck to hide the blossoming reds on your neck is just not professional and it makes you itchy.

He didn’t stop there. After he made you a coffee to go, he stood still like a lost child, only in his boxer. He only responds after you ask something about what to eat for dinner later to which he replies, “Panda Express”. 

“Cute,” you answered before you kissed him goodbye.

Jungkook was being extra clingy and affectionate and you know something is on his mind.

You were right.

Your phone is blowing with notifications from various social medias. Tiktok and Instagram. The main culprit? Jeon Jungkook. 

It was never an issue since the two of you enjoy sharing memes, videos and whatever it is you found interesting to share. Your husband is your number one friend. It was fun to react when you’re free. You didn’t have the time to check the phone and the notification was non-stop.

After the meeting, you excused yourself to check them all in your place. It was full of videos of cute babies. There are some where he left adorable comments to you, such as, can’t wait to experience this, look at those small feet, let’s buy a family set shirt for our future babies, and more.

You have been noticing this behaviour. Jeon Jungkook is experiencing a baby fever.

His eyes almost teared up at a video of a couple retelling their birth and pregnancy journey on tiktok. He can see how they look so content while holding their bundle of joy. Jungkook never knew he had this side of him. 

Ever since coming back from your hometown, you two have been seriously talking about having a child. Jungkook is brimming with joy at the thought of it and he suspects that his phone is bugged. In a good way. Because his social media algorithm keeps showing him babies, pregnancy, birth, parenting and fatherhood. It certainly makes him more excited to expand the family with you.

He didn't tell you but he secretly imagined how to decorate the spare room as a nursery. He is that excited. He even looks up on how to be a good partner throughout the pregnancy journey. Sure, he has his best friend, Taehyung. But he wanted to learn it all by himself. 

He cannot ask Taehyung because Taehyung will bring along his little baby, and that will only make Jungkook’s baby fever rise. 

Jungkook is a little impatient but it somehow makes your heart bloom in happiness. He is such a wonderful husband and he will be the best dad. Those things that were shared by Jungkook did excite you too and no wonder he was relentless this morning. 

So, when you arrived, a bit later than expected since it's at the end of the year, smelling food that he bought from whatever it is but your vision is tunnel on the guy who smiles like a bunny, wearing his glasses, his sweatpants and his baggy shirt. The food smells good but he looks yummy. 

Apparently, Jungkook is not the only one with the baby fever.

Xxx

“Can’t wait to see you grow with a baby in your belly,” Jungkook sighs. His palms are caressing your lower belly. Admiring the view from between your thighs. After you gave him the best blowjob ever, he couldn’t control himself. Suddenly the bedroom feels like a thousand miles away.

He scoops you up before gently drops you on the sofa. HIs eyes focused on the glistening folds of your vagina and he didn’t wait long before he mercilessly ate you out. He brings you straight to heaven with every lick and sucks at the folds and the clit. Jungkook has been at it for quite some time. You have already cum two times on his tongue. You’re sure it’s almost midnight.

Your moan and gasp are music to his ears and he wants more. 

His fingers are toying your opening before he positioned his dick. In one motion, he thrust deep inside of your warm pussy.

“Don’t tighten yet,” He breathed. He wants to feel you completely but he is also embarrassed that he almost cum as soon as he is inside of you. 

“Nngh, you’re so deep,” you babble. “Miss your dick.” Truthfully you can feel his whole length inside of you. You can’t help how your pussy walls pulsate around his dick. That makes Jungkook pick up the pace. 

“My messy baby,” he whispers to your ear, his thumb rubs around your cheek. You were a sobbing mess with his deep thrusts. 

“Harder, Koo,” you begged. You are reaching the end and you can almost feel the bliss.

Agreeing to you, Jungkook grabs both of your legs and hangs them over his shoulders before he keeps ramming into you. The squelching sounds and the creaking sound from the sofa distracted you two from what's happening outside of your window.  

“Inside, cum inside, my love,” you chanted.

“I am, I am,” Jungkook gritted his teeth as he reached his end. 

Splurts of warm cum filled you up. You can feel ribbons of cum from Jungkook as he pumped himself dry in your pussy.

Suddenly the sky lit up with colours and an exploding sound. Living on the 22th floor of a condo gave you guys the perfect view for the New Year’s firework.

The two of you are catching on your breath as you are mesmerized by the bursting colours on the night skies. Both your hand and Jungkook’s hand lays on the top of your lower belly. Silently praying for the best year ever for your little family.

“Happy new year, baby”

“Happy new year, Jungkook”

[luveline]

jade!! can we please get something with junie’s mom and eddie? <3 missing them today

thank you for requesting! 1.3k

Eddie met you two weeks after you moved into the park, he’s pretty sure. Your baby ran out down the road because you didn’t know that all the trailers have the same bum lock, and she ended up on the Munson porch trying to get back home. 

He still remembers how she could barely talk. He had no idea how quickly babies explode with words. 

“Love you.” Junie smiles up at him, her waiting for a reciprocation all the more impressive. She’s just turned three, and Eddie would argue she doesn’t look it. She’s still a baby in his head. 

“I love you,” he says, leaning down to tap their noses together. 

“Can I have a hug?” 

Just a few short months ago she would’ve shouted “Hug!” and dove into his neck, or said nothing at all. He doesn’t see why that should change. 

“Babe, you don’t have to ask,” he says, wrapping his arms around her. 

She sighs in contentment, relaxing under his hand where he pulls it up and down her back. She’s getting bigger. Eddie can’t believe she’s already three. Where the hell does the time go? Days, weeks slip away. 

But at least they’re with you. God, he can’t believe they’re with you. 

“I’m feeling left out,” you say, laying on the floor of the trailer with your hands held over your chest. You’d been colouring with June a half hour ago, but she got bored fast and left you there. You’ve yet to get up. 

Eddie twists June in his lap so she can see you. He hugs her, and he presses his face to the top of her head, one eye open to see you and the other screwed closed. “You want us to come over?” he asks. 

You think about it. “No. I’m too tired to hug.” 

You’re always tired. Eddie knows that there’s a life he could give you one day where you don’t have to work. He’s not sure you’d let him, but he’d like to get promoted and move you out. He’d like to ask you properly to be his forever, to be permanent, and to live together as a family. Wayne’s telling him not to rush into things, but he really didn’t. You and Eddie were friends for half a year before he finally couldn’t take it anymore, and he doesn’t see that time as wasted, but he knows now that getting to kiss you is something he missed out on. 

Plus, being your boyfriend means he’s actually allowed to take care of you without dousing you in shame. You like being looked after. It’s why Eddie works a ten hour shift and comes straight home to you, so he can fold your laundry and you can get some rest. 

Every time you yawn, it’s a reminder for Eddie that he’s not making your life as easy as he could. (It’s not a healthy way to think about it. It’s not your fault or his that life is hard. But he thinks about it anyway.) 

Eddie gives June a kiss behind the ear and sets her down in the corner of the couch. He grins at her as he does, hoping for a detachment without tears, popping his head into his hand in mock nonchalance. “Babe, I’m gonna go hug your mom back to life. I’ll be right back. Cool?” 

“Cool.” 

Eddie pats her knee and she sits back to watch as he drops to the floor on his knees, crawling around crayons and gel pens and markers to your side. You laugh, flinching as his hand lands on your stomach, but he’s not there to tickle you. He holds your face in the other hand, really holds it, bending time. The mental snapshot he takes of you tired and lovely regardless can join an endless gallery. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says. 

“So are you.” 

“You want some help getting up?” he asks. 

You nod your affirmation. Eddie slides his hands under your arms, murmurs a too tender, “I got you,” as you sit up. He stands and pulls you with him, half drags your tired limbs to the couch where your girl is still sitting patiently. 

He puts you down. Kisses your cheek, throws a blanket across your knees. He picks Junie up to sit where she’d been in the corner and promptly settles with her on his thigh, the other arm open. 

“We’re napping?” Junie asks. 

“Would that be okay?” Eddie asks. “Mom’s tired.” 

“I’m not tired,” Junie says. 

“I know, baby, me neither. I was thinking we’d just lay here and hug mommy for a while, and then we’d have lunch.” 

“I don’t need a nap,” you say, though your eyes are heavy, darting to the empty place in his arms carved out especially for you. 

“Then just hug me,” Eddie whispers. Commanding, disbelieving, he knows you’ll be dozing in five minutes or less. All you need is a little light goading. 

You lay against his side. Junie wiggles to be on her front, chest to chest with Eddie as he sinks down. He kicks up his legs beside you, the three of you collapsing inward, his favourite girls in the world. 

There’s argument on if you can choose your family or not. Eddie doesn’t remember choosing you, just suddenly knowing you, and ever so slowly loving. He loves your face, your arms, the way you breathe. He loves how you turn into his chest and how you seem thrilled to be there, your hand coasting a loving line across him, fingers pressing into his stomach. It’s like you’re waving on his skin. He has no idea where you learned how to touch someone with that much love, but he leans down to kiss the skin just shy of your hairline so you know he feels it. 

Junie’s all little legs and sweetness as she yawns on his shoulder. “Mom, can I have some… some blanky?”

You pull it off your legs to cover hers. Eddie squares it up. Everyone covered, he lets his head tip back against the couch.

He’s not tired. He doesn’t think he’ll sleep. You fall asleep first in a slow series of exhales he knows well, that deepening, your fingers growing still against his t-shirt. 

Junie goes second. She squirms at first, not wanting to give in, but Eddie’s getting better at his dad-pats. He finds the space on her lower back, her off button ever since he’s known her, and he taps his hand against it until she’s breathing heavily against his neck. 

“Eddie?” she asks tiredly. 

“What, rockstar?” 

“Goodnight.” 

He scratches her back lightly. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Do you need me to take you to bed?” 

“No. We can sleep on you.” 

“Who should I sleep on?” he whispers. 

She shakes her head. Unhappy with his question, or maybe her nose is itchy. She falls asleep with her face pressed to his chest a few seconds later, leaving Eddie awake and unsure of what to do now. He trapped himself. 

He can’t find it in himself to mind, worried first about boredom, and then struck with a realisation. How could he ever be bored with you under his arm? 

He has time now to trace your nose, count your eyelashes, whatever he likes. 

“Love you,” he says, pressing his nose to your head. 

It takes a few seconds. “Love you,” you murmur. 

He rubs your arm until you’re sleeping again. It was selfish of him to wake you, but he’d wanted to hear it.

[the-atlas-sister]

MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

But make it ✨spicy✨

Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.

Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.

Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.

“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.

“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”

Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.

You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.

Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.

Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”

Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.

“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.

“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.

You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.

You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.

His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”

Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.

“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”

“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.

“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.

“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.

“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”

Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.

Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.

"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.

"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"

That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.

He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.

Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.

Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.

Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.

"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.

"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.

"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.

You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.

Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."

Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...

Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.

"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.

"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.

"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.

"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.

"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.

You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.

As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.

He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.

"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.

"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.

"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.

"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.

"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.

"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."

Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.

"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.

"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."

"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.

"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.

"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"

"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"

You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."

I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.

[secretlovezz]

First kiss with Tf-141 (& König)

♡-Simon "Ghost" Riley

He's so gentle like he's worried the touch of his calloused hands on the skin of your heated cheeks would break you

His face leans towards yours slowly so slowly it makes you want to pull his lips to yours so you can finally feel him but you let him take his time not wanting to push him

His nose is brushing yours and you lean forward on your toes to try and reach him but he he pulls back a little and your eyebrows furrow

"Can I kiss you?" He ask and it almost makes you laugh but instead you smile and beam up at him the corners of your eyes crinkling with happiness

You whisper, "yes," and you swear you've never seen the man move faster; his lips are on yours so quickly you just have to giggle the sound making Simon's heart ache with a force he's never felt before

Your lips interlock and move against each other and your tongue licks into his mouth and he makes a sound that has him pulling away and hiding his face into the crook of your neck

You laugh and he nips at your skin in an act of protest

He lifts his head once more to leave a wet peck against your lips and your already big smile grows impossibly bigger

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♡-John Price

He's also very gentle but he's subconsciously a little more desperate than Simon

He doesn't mean to press his lips to yours as quickly as he does but he has been waiting for this moment

He's been waiting to have you alone like this, been waiting for the affections to fall from your lips to give him a reason to break all protocol

John is prideful in his expertise in being patient but when he's with you he's the most impatient

So when he slotted his lips against yours in the middle of you telling him something after staring at your lips the entire time he surprises himself

But when you kiss him back he's no longer worried about his momentary impulsiveness

He makes haste in grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you onto his desk; your hands are tangling his short hair flipping his hat off of his head

He pulls apart after a few moments letting his forehead rest against your chuckling before placing a few wet peck against your now swollen lips

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♡-Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle kisses you softly oh so softly just to feel you against him

His lips meet yours Once, and twice in fleeting presses before pulling away and looking at you just looking at you

It's his favorite thing to do, to watch his pretty girl

He smiles when your brows furrow and when your lips downturn into a cute pout

You were so cute

Your stare into his silently pleading for another, longer kiss from him

You move onto your tip-toes trying to reach him but he pulls away and you whine loudly in frustration, he lets out a chuckle that's so sweet sounding it almost makes your knees buckle

Please? You whisper

Kyle's moving one of his hands to the back of your neck while his other travels down to your waist

He pulls you into your next kiss, your first real kiss with him

Your lips are so soft against him, so fucking perfect against his harsh ones that it makes him groan into your mouth, hands trying to pull you even closer to him

You just about whimper in response and pull away giggling

He continues to kiss you, his full lips planting themselves against your neck (he leaves a mark or two), a big grin never leaving his face

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♡-John "Soap" McTavish

God Johnny is desperate

He just needs you so bad, needs to finally feel your perfect lips against his, he swears it is all he's been able to think about lately

He tries to be casual, tries to be smooth about his need to kiss you but when you start inching your body closer to him his breath hitches and his heart beats a little faster

He gasps then smirks when you link your fingers into his belt loops and pull him forward letting your bodies collide

Your nose brushes against his and you rub your noses together for a moment just taking in this intimate moment with the man you care deeply about

But his hands are moving fast when they set on either side of your head pulling your lips to his feverishly

Johnny's lips move fast against your own, his tongue licking into your mouth

You try your best to keep up, just as desperate as he is

You laugh against his mouth when one of his large calloused hands gravitate towards your ass

When you separate he rests his head in the crook of your neck mumbling about how beautiful he thinks you are and how perfect you are for him

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♡-König

I like to imagine he'd be soft like Simon in a moment like this

He just wants to be near you just wants to hold you close

Every once in a while he'll press a gentle kiss to the top of your head or temple as the two of you sway to a slow song and mumble a sweet endearment in his native language, something about how lovely he thinks you are

His large hands are holding yours pressing the backs of them against his cheeks -his face is cold, it always is- and he presses a kiss to one of your knuckles

His kiss travels to your wrist them to the inside of your elbow then to your shoulder before he finally makes it to your cheek

He's overwhelmed with love, the way you smile at him makes his heart leap and he can't help but place his lips on yours

It's soft and slow just like the song just like that way the two of you are dancing and it's perfect

He hugs you when you part, still swaying to the beat of the song while he hums against the side of your face, your cheek pressed against his so you could feel the vibration

He places one more kiss on the warmth of your skin

[cheynovak]

American Sin

Soldier boy x Angel aka Y/N Female supe

Summary: set somewhere in the 70s. Before gunpowder soldier boy had another sidekick who he couldn't get along with... until one horrible incident.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Almost rape, Name calling,SB being SB, talk of virginity, ...

English isn't my first language.

Please do not copy my work. Sharing/likes and comments are appreciated.

**Chapter One: Hell’s Angel**

The club reeked of sweat, booze, and cheap cologne. Neon lights flickered, barely cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling. The bass from the speakers thrummed in Soldier Boy’s chest, but he barely noticed. He was nursing a glass of bourbon, legs spread wide, one arm thrown over the back of the booth.

The bartender had sent some groupie over—a redhead with legs up to her neck and stars in her eyes. She giggled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, but he wasn’t paying attention. He had bigger problems.

Like the girl sitting across from him.

Vought called her Hell's Angel, which was some real ironic shit, given that she walked in here with a damn rosary around her wrist.

Her outfit told a different story: a black leather mini-skirt, ripped fishnets, a cropped tank with “God Is Dead” scribbled across it in red. She had the look—Vought had made sure of that—but everything else about her screamed not one of us.

But the world and Ben would soon start to call her, just Angel.

“You’re shitting me, right?” Soldier Boy’s voice was rough, slurred slightly from the whiskey. He gestured at her, as if the mere sight of her offended him. “This is what they sent me?”

She stiffened, crossing her arms over her chest. “I didn’t exactly ask for this gig either, sir.” Her voice was clear, cutting through the noise around them. She had a little bite. He’d give her that.

“Then why the hell are you here?”

A muscle in her jaw twitched. “Money.”

Soldier Boy snorted. “Yeah? You don’t look like the type.”

She glared. “Not all of us get a fat check for pretending to be America’s hero.”

That made him laugh—loud and mean. “You got some balls, sweetheart.” He took another sip of his drink, then pointed at her. “Alright, Angel, what’s your deal? What do you do?”

Her hands clenched into fists on the table. “Electromagnetic manipulation.”

He raised an eyebrow. “English, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes. “I control electricity. Short-circuit things. Cause blackouts. That kind of stuff.”

Soldier Boy exhaled through his nose. “Great. So if I need a goddamn lightbulb changed, you’re my girl.”

The sarcasm didn’t seem to rattle her, which annoyed him even more. “You want a demonstration?” she asked, voice sugar-sweet.

Without waiting for permission, she flicked her wrist toward the neon sign above the bar. Sparks shot from the wiring, the glow flickering before the whole thing popped and died, plunging half the club into darkness.

Shouting. Chaos. The bartender swore. Someone tripped over a chair.

Soldier Boy just whistled low.

She smirked, satisfaction flickering in her eyes before she quickly wiped it away. “Can I go now?”

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he said, leaning forward, his grin wolfish. “Vought wants us to be a team. That means we need to—what do they always say?—get along.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m not here to be your friend.”

“Trust me, I’d rather chew glass.” He knocked back the rest of his drink, then slapped the glass down on the table. “But Vought’s footing the bill for your mom’s meds, right?”

She flinched—so quick he almost missed it.

“Yeah,” he said, dragging out the word. “I know why you’re here.” He leaned back, stretching his arms along the booth. “So I suggest you play nice, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want them cutting you off.”

The hatred in her eyes was delicious. Good. This was gonna be fun.

--

Vought Tower was nothing like she’d imagined. It wasn’t just a building—it was a goddamn kingdom. Floor-to-ceiling windows, gold-trimmed decor, and a constant swarm of assistants, PR reps, and corporate types pretending the world revolved around them.

Y/N had been here for months now, long enough to get used to the bullshit.

She had learned two things fast:

1. The public liked her, but they *loved* Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess more.

2. She didn’t give a shit.

Vought could dress her up however they wanted—make her wear leather, throw her into staged bar fights, and slap a rebellious nickname on her—but the public wasn’t stupid. They saw through it.

Her ex-boyfriend hadn’t helped.

One interview. One smug asshole telling the world she was a prude, that he hadn’t been “allowed to touch her,” that she was just some Catholic good girl pretending to be something she wasn’t.

That was all it took. The media went wild.

“Hell’s Angel? More like Heaven’s Nun.”

“America’s Sweetheart? Or America’s Ice Queen?”

It was all bullshit, but she ignored it. As long as Vought kept her mom’s medical bills covered, she didn’t care what people thought.

The Twins, though? They thought it was hilarious. That’s how she ended up outside Soldier Boy’s room.

"He needs you. Urgent.” That’s what the twins had told her, all wide-eyed and serious. And like an idiot, she believed them.

The second she pushed the door open, she knew she’d fucked up.

Soldier Boy was naked. Completely, unapologetically, stark-fucking-naked.

Not alone, either.

Three girls—two blondes and a brunette—were tangled in silk sheets, their bare limbs draped over him like he was some goddamn king. The room smelled like liquor, smoke, and sex.

Soldier Boy barely even looked surprised.

She? She stood there frozen, mortified, her brain short-circuiting worse than the neon sign she’d fried back at the club.

One of the blondes giggled. “Well, well. Looks like someone got lost.”

Soldier Boy just smirked. That smug, lazy smirk that made her want to slap him. “Ah sweetheart, I'll be right with you, I'll finish Cathy..."

"Kate." One of them corrected him.

"Kate," He started over "I'll finish her and your next."

Her stomach twisted. Her face burned. She wanted to disappear. To run, to burn her eyes as he did what he said and just... get along with it.

The girls giggled and moaned.

Her jaw clenched. She straightened, forced her expression blank, and leveled him with a cold stare. “Vought says you’re supposed to be a role model. Guess that’s a joke too.”

Then she turned on her heel and walked out. The laughter rang in her ears long after she shut the door behind her.

Inside the room, the girls were still talking, their voices muffled but clear enough.

"I read she’s a virgin," one of them giggled. "Guess she couldn’t handle you, huh?"

Another one chimed in, fake sympathy dripping from her voice. "Yeah, Soldier Boy, better stay with us. You need a real woman."

More laughter. More of that smug, taunting amusement, like she was some naive little girl who didn’t belong here.

She clenched her fists and walked on.

--

The smell of coffee and fried bacon filled the kitchen as Y/N sat at the counter, idly stirring her cereal. She wasn’t really hungry, but she had an early morning photoshoot, and skipping meals would just give Vought’s PR team another excuse to ride her ass.

She was halfway through a spoonful when he walked in. Y/N tried to focus on her breakfast, but her brain had other ideas.

Ben.

Fresh out of bed, looking like he didn’t give a single shit about anything.

His robe was wide open, showing off that broad, muscled chest, and the only thing he had on was a pair of low-slung training pants. The man didn’t believe in modesty. Never had. He strolled through the kitchen like this all the time, half-dressed, yawning, scratching his chest, stretching his arms over his head—like he knew people were looking.

Ben was right there, standing across from her, half-dressed like he always was.

Robe hanging open, coffee cup in hand, his chest on full display. And lower—her gaze betrayed her, flickering down to where his sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips.

And. Well.

Jesus Christ.

Was every man blessed like that?

She had no frame of reference, no real experience outside of a few PG-13 make-out sessions, but something told her that what she was seeing was... above average.

Way above.

Memories of that night flashed in her head—walking into his room, seeing him in full glory, tangled up with those three girls. The sounds. The way he barely even looked surprised, just amused by her reaction.

She swallowed hard.

Heat crept up her neck, and she forced herself to look away, staring down into her cereal like it held the secrets of the universe.

But it was too late.

She could feel his smirk before she even looked up.

“Something on your mind, Angel?” Ben’s voice was slow, thick with amusement.

Her stomach dropped.

Shit.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes, only to find him watching her with that cocky expression—like he’d caught her red-handed and was enjoying every second of it.

“Not at all,” she said quickly, too quickly.

His smirk widened. “Huh. Could’ve sworn you were staring.” He took a casual sip of his coffee, gaze never leaving hers. “Lotta thoughts running through that pretty little head of yours?”

She gritted her teeth. “You’re disgusting.”

He chuckled. “Disgusting?” He gestured at himself lazily. “Sweetheart, I saw you looking. I get it. You got questions.”

Y/N’s face burned." I don’t have questions.”

“Sure,” he said, unconvinced. Then, just to be a bastard, he adjusted the himself in his sweatpants.

Her eyes betrayed her again.

His laughter was damn near sinful. “You’re adorable.”

She shot up from her seat, gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping her from electrocuting his ass right there. “I was not looking,” she snapped, voice high with mortification.

Ben leaned in, voice dropping to a mock whisper. “Angel, if you’re curious, all you gotta do is ask.”

Her hands sparked.

He grinned. “Careful. Wouldn’t wanna short-circuit the place just ‘cause you got flustered.”

He grabbed a mug, pouring himself another coffee like he didn’t have a care in the world and sat next to her. “Big morning, Angel?”

That damn nickname. He only ever used it when he was feeling extra annoying.

She didn’t look up. “Photoshoot.”

He snorted. “Lemme guess—more fake ‘bad girl’ bullshit?” He leaned against the counter, taking a slow sip. “Think they’ll finally give you a miniskirt that doesn’t make you look like a Catholic schoolgirl trying too hard?”

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm. Ignore him. Don’t take the bait.

But he wasn’t done.

He smirked over the rim of his cup. “Or maybe they’ll just put you in a nun outfit. Wouldn’t want America’s Virgin to give anyone the wrong idea.”

Her grip on the spoon tightened.

He loved this. Ever since her ex went running to the press, Ben had made it his personal mission to tease her about it every chance he got. And in private? He was worse.

"Twenty-one and still pure as snow," he drawled, shaking his head. "Jesus, sweetheart. What are you waiting for, marriage?"

She knew he was trying to get a rise out of her. She wasn’t going to give him one.

Calmly, she took another bite of cereal, chewing slowly before answering. “What I do or don’t do isn’t your business, Ben.”

He chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart—everything in this place is my business.”

Her eyes flicked up to him for just a second—just a second—and he caught her.

That cocky smirk spread wider.

He saw the way her gaze had drifted, how she’d let it skim over his chest, down to his abs, before snapping back up.

Shit

Ben leaned in, setting his coffee down on the counter beside her. Close enough that she could smell the faint traces of whiskey still lingering on his breath from last night.

“Careful, Angel,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Look too long, and people might start thinking you’re curious.”

Her face burned.

She inhaled sharply, grabbed her plate, and stormed out of the kitchen without another word.

Ben’s laughter followed her down the hall.

She hated him.

She hated him so damn much.

--

The studio lights blazed hot overhead as Y/N shifted in her pose, adjusting to the photographer’s demands.

It was supposed to be a simple shoot. Just another set of promotional images—leather, fishnets, smoky eyeliner, the whole rebel girl act Vought was still trying to push.

But from the moment she walked in, something felt off.

The photographer, some industry creep named Mitch, had barely looked her in the eye when they introduced him. Instead, his gaze dragged over her body, assessing her like she was just another prop.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Mitch called, circling her like a vulture. “Let’s see some attitude. Hands on your hips, chin up—yeah, that’s it.”

She adjusted.

He frowned.

“Nah, nah, let me—”

Before she could react, his hands were on her.

Instead of just directing her, he physically grabbed her waist, twisting her slightly. “Need you to angle this way.”

Y/N stiffened. She didn’t like being touched. Not like this. Not by him. She stepped away subtly. “You can just tell me what you need.”

Mitch ignored her.

The shoot continued, and every few shots, he found another excuse to touch her. Adjusting her stance, tilting her chin, running his hands over her arms under the guise of “fixing” her pose.

Each time, Y/N moved away. Each time, he did it again. Trying to get her into very intimate poses and stands.

Something in her gut twisted.

Then, when she tried to step back again, his grip tightened She froze.

The overhead lights flickered.

Mitch smiled like nothing was wrong. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re too stiff. Here let me help you relax..."

Her breathing picked up. “I said—”

Before she could finish, he shoved her back—into the wall.

The impact knocked the breath from her lungs. Panic slammed into her, sharp and blinding. His hands roamed lower.

He yanked at the fishnets Vought made her wear, his fingers tearing through the fabric.

“No,” she choked out, begging. “Please—”

His grip was firm. He wasn’t letting go. Terror locked up her limbs.

Then, all at once— The entire studio exploded in light.

The bulbs burst in a violent flash. Sparks rained down from the ceiling. The room hummed with electricity, static crackling in the air like a coming storm.

Mitch yelped, stumbling back. That was all she needed.

She ran.

--

Ben was still at the kitchen table, halfway through his coffee, when the lights flickered. At first, he thought it was just her.

Angel had been moody as shit that morning—not that he minded, it was fun to mess with her—and when she got worked up, electronics tended to act up. But this?

This was different.

The entire building pulsed like a power surge was about to take out the grid. The bulbs in the ceiling buzzed, flickering erratically. For a second, he thought they might explode.

Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over.

Ben raised an eyebrow but didn’t think too much of it. Not until a blur of black and leather came tearing past the kitchen.

She was running, eyes wild, breath ragged, shoulders shaking.

The coffee mug hit the table with a sharp *clink* as Ben stood. He barely had time to process it before instinct kicked in—follow her.

She was halfway down the hall when he caught up, grabbing her arm. “Whoa, whoa—”

The second he touched her, she lashed out. She fought.

Not the usual way—no smartass comments, no playful shoves. She fought like she was fighting for her life.

Ben had seen her in combat, had watched her take down men twice her size without hesitation. But this? This was different.

She was panicked. Wild. Desperate to get away.

“Hey! Angel!" he barked, gripping her tighter. She kept struggling, arms flailing, her hands sparking dangerously.

Ben sighed, then hauled her over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes. She kicked. She screamed. She damn near electrocuted him.

He didn’t let go.

Back in the kitchen, he set her down on the counter, hands firm on her waist to keep her still. “Alright, enough, ” he snapped. “What the hell happened?”

She wouldn’t look at him. Her breathing was too fast.Her hands were shaking so badly she had to clutch the counter. She looked like she was on the verge of collapsing. Her face and eyes puff from crying hysterical.

And then—he saw it.

The ripped fishnets. The fabric, torn at the thigh. The bruises already forming on her legs.

Ben went still. Something inside him turned cold.

His jaw clenched. “Who?”

Y/N swallowed hard, still refusing to meet his eyes.

His grip tightened. “Who did this to you?"

--

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[strawbewee]

Family Man Farmer Logan (2)

dad!logan x fem!reader

YIPPIE part two!!!! thank you and credit to @mega-kittyglitter-1 for the idea of bringing wade in :)

i've also just decided to name the kid because i don't like referring to her as 'your daughter' so yeah

divider credit to @cafekitsune

part one

warnings: wade breaks the fourth wall

Logan held your daughter, Jean, as the two walked towards the stables. She messed with his beard hairs while they did so, to which Logan ignored.

"You remember the rules when we feed the horses?" He asked, his gruff voice holding softness to it as he brought her to the small stable he'd built along with several other buildings on the farm.

"Listen to what Daddy says." Jean repeated a bit vaguely, and he chuckled.

"Yes, listen to what I say. You gotta be easy with 'em. I know you're so excited to see 'em but loud noises can scare 'em." He explained, grabbing a bag of apples he kept around. The horses had grass and hay and the such inside the stable, but Jean liked feeding them applies, so he'd indulge her.

"But they're so much bigger than me!!!" She exclaimed incredulously.

"I know, but you're much louder than 'em sometimes." He chuckled, heading to one of the pens where a chestnut colored horse with flowers in her mane (courtesy of you and Jean), who was named Indy. She was the nicer one compared to her brother, Bishop. He was a bit challenging, more likely to fight with Logan. He was usually a good boy, though. Logan was a fierce man, able to establish boundaries and get some mutual respect going on between the two.

One time, Bishop had tried to nip at Jean when she was a baby. You'd never seen Logan so angry with an animal. He of course understood that the horse had been offended and maybe a bit frightened by Jean patting his nose with no warning, but the thought of anything or anyone hurting his girl was enough to make him fume.

Logan held Jean up, as she was nowhere near tall enough to reach the horses on her own. "You know what to do." He said softly, not too worried about Indy hurting Jean, but he was always careful when it came to his babygirl.

Jean carefully and slowly reached out with a big smile on her face, holding the apple in the palm of her hand. Indy made a happy snort and ate the apple whole, cronching on it loudly. Jean giggled infectiously, looking at Logan as she reached out to pet the horse.

"You're good, babygirl." He assured her, glad that Jean was so obedient when it came to this stuff. She was stubborn like her parents but neither of you played around when it came to her safety.

Jean gently began to stroke Indy's snout, a big grin on her face while she did so. Logan held her there for a while, until Jean pulled on his flannel to lead her over to Bishop. Luckily, she didn't have any bad memories of the horse trying to bite her, so she wasn't too afraid.

"Same thing, babygirl. Nice and easy." Logan hummed, giving her an apple to offer to the bigger horse. With no fear, she held out the apple to the horse, smiling innocently. Bishop hesitated, but did lean forward and take the apple from her hand. Logan nodded, pleased. "There we are, was that fun?" He asked Jean, who nodded happily as she carefully pet Bishop as well.

"Daddy, can we go pick flowers for Mommy?" She asked.

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." He chuckled, letting her say goodbye to Indy and Bishop before taking her out to the field of flowers that you mainly took care of. Logan was the handy man, dealing with the animals and any heavy lifting. He set her down, and she immediately went running to get the perfect amount of flowers.

God was he glad his daughter got to grow up in a space like this. If she was a mutant, it hadn't developed yet. If she was, he'd be even more grateful. She wouldn't have to worry about anybody trying to hurt her. You and him had the tools to homeschool her if necessary, and she had a big wide open space for growing and developing and learning.

His little daydream was interrupted by the crackling sound of a vehicle on the dirt road coming to the farm. His eyebrows furrowed, and groaned when he spotted the man inside the car. He forgot that Wade Wilson was dropping off a couple things per your request. You and Wade got along way better than Logan did with him. Wade always offered to babysit but Logan didn't trust him alone with Jean for even a minute.

Jean looked up and her brows furrowed just like his when she saw the car park and a strange man get out of the car. She dropped the flowers and booked it to Logan's legs, hugging them and watching.

Wade chuckled. "There's the wolfie! Look at you, a farm boy!" He cheered, a box underneath his arm. "The wifey wanted some rare flower seeds that little ol' me got for her! Oh! I'm getting your wife flowers!!!! You need to step it up, peanut!" He rambled, heading over.

Logan felt Jean's grip on his denim jeans tighten, and oh god her face. It was an exact copy of his scowl. He huffed, gently putting his hand on the back of Jean's head to comfort her. "I built this whole place for her. Now shut the f- shut up." He corrected himself. You didn't like it when he swore in front of Jean.

"Speaking of peanuts! It's your spawn!" He did crouch down, hoping that Jean wouldn't be too scared of his face. "I'm Wade Wilson, has your mommy told you about me? Daddy probably hasn't, he isn't as nice as your mommy."

Actual crickets around the grass punctuated Jean's silence.

"Oof, tough crowd. Daddy's girl, huh?" He said with a chuckle, a bit unnerved at how goddamn similar she was to him. He'd seen that scowl on a much older face plenty of times.

"Go on inside, she's in there." Logan said, not appreciating the fact that Jean was just as snarky towards this guy. Little kids did have good instincts, not to mention she was his daughter.

Wade held up his hands in surrender. "Alright alright, I'll let you have some more daddy-daughter time. The author needs it for his daddy issues." He said, heading inside to greet you.

"Who was that man?" Jean asked, the scowl still on her face.

"A friend of mommy's, like he said." Logan sighed as she let go of him.

"He's annoying." She huffed, going and collecting the flowers she had put down. Logan couldn't help but laugh out loud. She sure was his daughter.

"He sure is. Let's go bring these to Mommy."

[the-unexplained-council]

Pillow; Gideon Coal

Legends of Avantris; Once Upon a Witchlight

Summary: Gideon is a lot more soft-hearted than you originally thought. You never would have imagined that the genasi would start letting more and more of his walls down the more the both of you seem to grow together. After he thrones himself as your personal pillow, you can’t help but fall for him as the days go on.

CW: Slight OOC Gideon(? I’ve never actually written him before, even as a side character, so please lmk if this is OOC or Canon leaning 🙏), Alcohol/Booze (no drunkenness; tipsiness), slowburn(?), slight Kremy x reader/poly coalecroux x reader but it’s mostly Gideon, kinda ass lmao.

Word Count: 7.9k

A/N: Thank you Anon for giving me this idea! I usually feel weird writing Gideon without Kremy or vice versa, and I’m not sure proud of this fic overall but I think I figured it out. <33 Again, thank you for the idea and hope you all enjoy!

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The sounds of empty glasses clinking together, echoed laughter, and chatting about kept your ears stimulated. It wasn’t loud by any means, but it kept your senses busy. The whiff of whiskey and other booze wafted your way, filling your nose. You could almost taste it. It was a comfortable and relaxing setting.

You leaned into the soft corner of the bar couch, a glass of booze loosely in your hand. You watched as Frost sipped his drink at the bar counter, his goblin companion shotgunning some random alcohol someone gave him. Torbek and Twig were messing with the game machines in the corner, trying to figure out how to play without the coins required. Kremy was nowhere to be seen, the designated sober one of the group off doing god knows what for the time being.

Gideon sat beside you on the other end of the couch, laughing with the glass of whiskey and coke perked against his lips as a girl told him a joke. The little ember sparks erupted from his hair and beard from the tipsy joy, his ears wiggling at the ends. He took up a third of the couch just on his own, though the flirting girl sitting on the arm of it definitely made him look a bit bigger.

You listened to their conversation loosely, used to the shenanigans that often came with being with the group when alcohol was involved. You had only been traveling with them for a few months, four at most, and in that time you all had only had drinks together a handful of times. The tipsiness lightened the mood, coaxed muscles to relax and brains to muddle. It was nice when the group didn’t overdo it.

You felt a nudge and blinked, glancing towards Gideon who was empty of a girl glued to his side. His whiskey glass was gone, though the smell of it wasn’t gone. “Hm?”

“I was askin’ what you were starin’ so hard at,” Gideon lightheartedly inquired, nudging you once more in a joking tone. “Alcohol isn’t fryin’ ya is it?”

You smiled, shaking your head as you sat your beverage on the side table. “Of course not, I was just listening to everything going on.”

Gideon nodded, leaning back in his spot and looking out to the group like you had. At this point, Gricko was starting to get pretty drunk and Frost was pushing the goblin back to his seat with the other hand holding up the tabaxi’s salt rimmed margarita, gulping it whole. You thought it was amusing, smiling as you adjusted your position on the couch. You brought your legs up to your chest, feet dangling off barely, as you relaxed into the cushioning.

Gideon looked at you again, a small tipsy grin on his lips. “Hey, I’ve been wonderin’ what your favorite drink is,” he spoke randomly. You gave him a quizzical look and he shrugged, gesturing towards the bar with his head. “I was gonna get another one and thought I’d be nice and getcha one too.”

You playfully scoffed, rolling your eyes as you lifted your half-full beverage and rattled it around for him to see. “If you want to offer me a drink I have to be done with the one I have.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, a “psh” sound erupting from his lips when you held your drink up. “What, I can’t be generous for once in my life? C’mon, what’s your favorite drink? Even if it’s for future reference.”

“You first,” you toyed, smiling as you took a swig of your beverage. “I wanna know if you like that whiskey as much as you drink it.”

Gideon chuckled a bit, shrugging once more. “Whiskey’s a’right, but I prefer some fireball whiskey.”

“That’s literally just whiskey,” you chuckled out, watching as the genasi smirked at your response. “So your favorite is whiskey? I thought you’d surprise me and say strawberry daiquiris or something.”

“Fireball whiskey is better ‘cuz it’s cinnamon whiskey, it makes it better!” He insisted, crossing his arms in a playful defense. “Now you gotta tell me your favorite.”

You rolled your eyes, finishing your current drink with a refreshed sigh. Telling him your favorite, he hopped up and strode his way towards the bar. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched the genasi walk farther and farther away.

Over the months, you came to the conclusion that he was just a magnet for the ladies specifically. When in town he always had one around him, it was his thing. He seemed to enjoy it, it boosted his ego. While they were after his body more than anything, you found yourself always magnetizing to his personality. You wanted to know more about him more than anything. You grew more and more curious as the weeks went on, why? You never knew.

You’d noticed his observant eyes wonder group settings when he thought no one was watching. You’d notice his body flinching with sudden loud noises like metal on metal or glass on glass. You’d notice how the corners of his lips climbed his cheeks in your peripheral vision when you’d go back to your own tasks. You noticed how he’d always attempt to cheer the group up his own ways when Gricko wouldn’t. You wanted to know more about Gideon Coal. He was so interesting to you, yet to everyone else he was just an average brawn.

You found yourself watching Torbek and Twig play an equivalent to a pinball game, the sounds of bells chiming and bright lights flashing about. With Torbek in control (with a high amount of concerned and anxious groans and whines), Twig cheered him on.

“Here,” your attention was drawn back to see the genasi with your drink. You hummed with a smile and sipped it happily, sighing in refreshment. You thanked the genasi, who waved it off and sat in his spot with his new glass of what appeared to be rum. “Taste good?”

You nodded, sipping your drink again before setting it down. “Tastes like the best one I’ve had in a while,” you relaxed once more into the couch, watching the genasi swig a drunk of his rum without reaction. He sat his drink down on his own side table, draping his arm over the middle of the couch back. “Are you having fun?”

Gideon shrugged a little, nonchalant. “Eh, it’s nice and relaxin’ after a long ass day that's for sure. I guess it’s fun,” you laid your head against the back of the couch section, watching him. The heat of the alcohol grew on your cheeks and currently began growing to your head, making you a bit tired. “There sure ain’t many people though, that’s for sure. Not much of a party.”

You hummed in agreement, glancing around. The inn you all were staying in had a bar event going on tonight, free 2 drinks and the rest half off for the night only. There weren’t very many people staying in the inn anyways due to the storms outside and the inn being deep in the woods. Besides the group, there were only a handful of strangers that kept to their groups. You caught sight of the girl who had been all over Gideon talking to a human guy at the bar. It was nice nonetheless.

“Do you like parties?” You asked out of curiosity. You watched him, trying to imagine him dancing with a crowded room of people with loud music and people chanting for him to shotgun a cheap beer. You could see it, how he’d chug a beer and crush the can on his head frat boy style. You could imagine him being challenged to drink a lot of alcohol, but not so much the dancing after the loss of his groove.

Gideon shrugged, looking over to you. “The closest party I think I’ve been to I think was a full bar with a bard playing some type ‘ah music I didn’t pay attention to,” his eyes observed your face. “I went with Kremy years ago, we stayed enough to play a few rounds of Black Jack and Poker for some money then dipped out.”

You nodded, your head still against the cushion. You reached around for your drink and brought it to your lips, drinking. “Well, it’s better than the closest party you went to being some lame one.”

“Yea, I guess you’re right,” he looked towards the bar again, his face relaxing to a comfortable smile. After a moment of silence, you felt your eyes start to droop a bit. You hummed in content, trying to keep your eyes open as you listened to the environment around you. “Tired?”

Your eyes shot open, meeting the golden eyes of the fire genasi beside you. You nodded a little. “I think I’ve drank enough,” you admitted with a small laugh, rubbing your eyes from the strain they had. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Gideon laughed, shaking his head as he gently took your drink from your hands and sat it securely on the table. “Shit, I don’t care that you’re dozin’,” he nudged your arm gently. “We’ve got some walkin’ to do tomorrow an’ I don’t think you’d want a hangover for that.”

You groaned, realizing you forgot about that fact. You perked yourself up, rubbing your head and sighed. “I think I should get some water then, or some food.”

Gideon stood up, stretching his arms up into the air, his back and arms popping in release. “No problem, be right back.” and he walked off without another word.

You smiled, watching the genasi walk back to the bar. You never understood the kindness the genasi expressed to you. He seemed to accept you into the group pretty fast, though Gricko was by far the fastest. Gideon was a good second. You noticed his gestures towards you since the beginning, and you began to cherish them.

You began to admire him, and you weren’t complaining.

Gideon returned with water, giving you the cup (which was lidded and strawed) and made sure you held it with both hands. As you sipped it, your head started to pound in a dull manner. You laid your head back in the cushion of the couch back, watching Gideon adjust in his seat, then pat his lap.

You looked at him confused, furrowing an eyebrow before he patted his lap again. “Lay down,” he said, catching you off guard. “If you want to, I won’t force ya.”

“You want me to lay down on your lap?” You asked, letting the genasi carefully take your tipsy proof cup. Was he drunk? The imagery of his pillow-like thighs were comforting to you, and warm too, and you liked that. The fighter nodded, patting his lap for a third time. “Why?”

“Until you sober up a bit so I can help ya to your room,” he said. “That way you ain’t trippin over yourself and everything.”

Too tired to think of any other ideas, the idea of soft padded warmth sounded amazing. You happily rolled to your face, which Gideon laughed aloud. You laid on your side, your head laying on the fighter’s lap. He laid an arm over your shoulders, holding your shoulder that touched his outer thigh and rubbed it in a circle with his thumb. You hummed happily, closing your heavy lidded eyes.

“If you fall asleep do ya jus’ want me to carry you up?” Gideon asked, his voice calmer than before. All you could do was hum in acknowledgement, too sleepy and comfortable to give a proper response. You heard the genasi chuckle as he patted your shoulder and then returned to his circled motions. “A’right, don’t get too comfortable down there.” He joked with you innocently, making you smile tiredly.

The warmth of his body, and the alcohol, soothed your body completely into relaxation. Everything was drowned out as the sound of Gideon against your ear filled your ears, the smell of campfire charcoal with a dash of whiskey and rum filled your nose, and the feeling of warmth enveloped you.

You could get used to this.

-~-~-~-

Laughter erupted from your mouth as you attempted to escape the playful ambush of the fire genasi. He easily stopped the attempt, hands cupping your middle and lifting you up. He sat you on his shoulders, buckling you in place by holding your shins before spinning around.

You clutched his head, laughing hysterically as he sped up. “Gideon! You’re gonna make me throw up!” You cried with laughter, tucking yourself in as the genasi stopped spinning.

Gideon patted your shins, looking up the best he could against the cushion of your abdomen. You felt the shrugs of his shoulders, which made you giggle as you catch your breath.

“I don’t think you have that weak of a stomach, you’ve watched us do worse things to people,” he playfully retorted, starting his adventure forward with you hitched on his shoulders. “‘Sides, I bet you have a damn good view from up there.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting against him and holding a grip on the genasi’s head. “I think this is what Torbek sees everyday, and I think the top of your head is balding.”

“What?” He let one leg go to reach up and feel his head immediately, which immediately started your episode of laughter again. Once Gideon caught on, he let out a huff and returned his grasp to your leg. “Ha ha, very funny.” He playfully retorted.

You smiled, letting your fingers run through his soft thick hair. The frizzed ends were crisp with warm ember glow, heating your hands. They lit up slightly, sparks popping through his head as you ran your fingers through. You brushed his hair back down, still giggling as Gideon continued his new found taxi service to the inn. You hummed happily, enjoying the texture of his hair.

“You don’t worry about split ends, do you?” You asked randomly, sure that they were burnt off constantly from the ignited ends. The ends of his hair were crisp from the burnings, but the heat kept it bendable and flexible with the rest of his hair as well. It was such an odd discovery, but made for a perfect hand heater.

“Not really,” he responded, readjusting his grip on you. He neared the inn door and reached up to hold you just above your hips. “A’right fun’s over, hold tight.”

You did as told, holding his arms as he lifted you up and sat you down in front of him. You spun around and reached up to fix the genasi’s hair after your ride. He kept his head tilted down slightly to let you, which made you smile happily.

“All fixed, big guy,” you patted his arm and he stood up straight again. “Now let’s get some dinner, I’m starving!”

Gideon cracked his knuckles and playfully pushed you aside, marching up to the door and opening it wide. “Ya don’t have to tell me twice!”

You giggled to yourself, following after the genasi. He left the door open for you as he waited inside, which you thanked him for. Gideon made his way towards the inn kitchen, leading the way with his mental mission commanding him. When you found the stairs, you turned towards them and started to hop up.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gideon asked, spinning around as soon as he heard the creak of the stairs. “I thought we were gonna eat dinner?”

You leaned over the stair railing, smiling as the fighter walked over and looked up at you. You reached over and playfully patted his head to tease him. “I will, I’ve gotta put things away first. Don’t wait up for me, but save me a plate at least.”

Gideon slumped, his arms falling and his shoulders arched. He was so cute, it made your chest flutter. He always grew so animated when he’d pout. “A’right, but don’t expect any dessert saved.”

You waved him off, laughing a little and hopping up the stairs again. “Fine by me!”

Reaching the top of the stairs, you turned the corner and saw a familiar lizardfolk leaning against the wall, cigarette in mouth as the lighter lit the end. He took a long drag, staring at the wall in front of him as he put his lighter away, exhaling smoke through his nostrils before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and loosely holding it between his pointer and middle fingers. You stopped, watching as the lizardfolk lazily blinked before turning to you and looking you up and down.

“Have fun in town?” He asked calmly, arm crossed over his chest while the one that held the cigarette was propped on the wrist. Legs crossed as his torso leaned against the wall, his body relaxed. He wasn’t wearing his tailcoat, just the undershirt and an untied bow tie with his dress pants.

Kremy was, and is, the very last person to accept you into the group. You notice how he always watches you closely whether you pretend to notice or not. He doesn’t let you stay too close to him, and he seems weary of you. He is by far much better than at the beginning, and you’ve gained his trust significantly over the year of travelling with the lizardfolk. He cooks your meals, you’ve slept in the group pile many times, you both have had your own moments together on your own time. If there’s one thing he hasn’t changed, however, is his protective manner towards his bodyguard. It was kind of funny, the one who had the bodyguard was guarding the bodyguard. It was much less funny when it was directed towards you, though.

You inspected him, a little nervous you might have done something wrong. You shifted your feet, playing with your fingers. “Um, yea, Gideon and I explored the town and went around some shops. We got some things while there. I got you something, hold on,” you turned to the satchel that hung over your torso. Kremy’s eyebrow quirked in curiosity as you dug in the bag, taking a drag of the cigarette and blowing smoke as you brought the item out. “It’s not much, but I wanted to give you something as a thank you for.. well.. letting me stay.”

Kremy’s golden eyes lit up a bit, placing the cigarette between his maws. He held his hands out as you sat a small amethyst carved unicorn into his claws. It was glossy, almost sparkling. You noticed the end of Kremy’s tail swish in joy, something you knew he couldn’t control. He began to inspect the unicorn, feeling the crevices and the smooth curves.

He held it in one hand, using the other to drag the cigarette again and blow smoke. He placed the carving into his pant pocket carefully, returning to his previous position before nodding.

“Thank you,” he said, a little softer. He didn’t say anything for a moment, staring at the wall ahead of him as his cigarette burned away. You weren’t sure if you could leave, feeling as though Kremy wanted to talk to you. You took a moment before you nodded and started to walk by him. You started to walk towards the room at the end of the corridor, the room the entire group was sharing for the night, before your stopped to the sound of Kremy’s voice again. “You two are talkin’ and stayin’ around each other an awful lot lately. More than with anyone else.”

You slowly turned back around, watching as Kremy’s eyes slowly turned from the wall to you. His eyes were half lidded, as if the things on his mind weighed them down. His eyes were baggy, looking tired. He stared into your eyes, the rusted gold digging into your skin.

“I guess we have,” you admitted, looking down in guilt. Over the course of the last month or two, Gideon and you both went everywhere more and more. Exploring the towns, Gideon claimed you needed a ‘professional’ bodyguard by your side. Whenever you’d enter a room, Gideon would find his way by your side to playfully mess with you. You sat beside each other for meals, and Gideon would offer an extra bread roll for you whenever they were made. And every night, without fail, the both of you ended up falling asleep in one or the other’s lap or stomach. You felt your breath hitch, realizing that it probably upset the warlock that you might indirectly be straying his best friend away from him. “I am sorry if it upsets you, I can talk to Gideon about it so that-“

“You don’t need to say a thing,” he stopped you, taking another drag of his cigarette before he crushed the end against the stair rail post to kill the burn. He stuffed the butt into the pocket opposite of the unicorn. He adjusted his rolled up shirt sleeves, walking towards you in precise strides. You gulped, intimidated by the warlock with his seriousness. Kremy stopped in front of you, crossing his arms. “I just want to make sure you ain’t fuckin’ around with Gideon just to break his heart.”

“Wha-?” You were so confused. You blinked a few times, Kremy’s muzzle inching closer as an attempt to intimidate you.

“Gideon has been my friend for a very long time, I’ve seen many people try to slip in and leave time and time again. I know when Gideon gets himself attached to people,” Kremy narrow his eyes on you, looking you up and down again before surrounding you. “He means.. a lot to me. I’d do a lot of crazy things for that man. Maybe even give up my life.”

He stopped in front of you, reaching into his pocket again for his cigarette holder and his lighter. You fumbled with your satchel as the warlock lit another cigarette, dragging it in, and exhaling through his nose. He held it between his fingers before continuing.

“But I ain’t his sitter, he’s a grown man,” his hard eyes soften, the snarl that built on his muzzle disappearing before he turns his head away. “I trust him with everything I have, he’s a great man. I see how the two of you look at each other, I know y’all ain’t messin’ around. It ain’t my business, but when it comes to Gideon it kinda is my business.” There was a small edge to his voice you couldn’t quite identify.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” you shifted, blinking at the ringleader as he turned to meet your eyes again. “I know you and Gideon are close, I don’t want to take that away from either of you at all. Did I do something wrong?”

Kremy lifted his head, another drag of a cigarette, another exhale. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” his voice was soft again. “Gideon cares a lot about ‘cha, I see it in his eyes every day. I trust his judgement of people. I trust that you won’t use him. You make him happy, and I can see he makes you happy too. I jus’ don’t want the person closest to me to get hurt. Do we understand each other?”

You blinked again, slowly nodding at his quiet request. Kremy cared for Gideon more than anything, that was clear for everyone to see. He was worried that Gideon would get hurt through your mutual shenanigans, physical or emotional, and you understood all Kremy wanted was for Gideon to have someone other than Kremy to feel that security with. Kremy didn’t dislike you, he was only weary of the situation.

Kremy, who was already half way through the new cigarette, nodded and closed his eyes to let the situation sink in. You felt the fabric of your satchel, thinking about how to approach this from here on.

“I care about you too,” you said softly. The lizardfolk turned his eyes towards you again. “Maybe not in the way that I care for Gideon, but I do. I trust you to have my back, and I trust you to lead me. I trust you with my food,” you both chuckled a little at that. “No matter what, Kremy, I respect you.”

Kremy observed your eyes, searching for any signs of insincerity, though found none. He took another long drag, taking the cigarette away as he swallowed the smoke down to his lungs, then exhaled again slowly. “I think I can say the same.”

Dinner went smoothly, as usual. While there wasn’t any dessert (as expected), you were saved a plate and a half of food for dinner. Gideon saved you some bread rolls, plopping one on your plate when you thought he gave you the last one. Kremy sat on the other side of Gideon, at the end of the table. He would catch your eye a few times, a soft smile on his mouth.

With the start and fall of dinner, the day in the town caught up to you easily with the full stomach. Everyone had decided it was time for sleep, talking about the room arrangement. Nibbling on your last bread roll, you listened to the group.

“Well I think Hootsie should at least have the bed tonight with me! We don’t mind someone else in the bed, but she’s a growin’ girl! She needs some cushion sometimes,” Gricko insisted, petting his daughter behind the ear who cooed.

“I think that whoever didn’t have the bed last time should have it this time,” Frost nodded in partial agreement. “That way it is fair for all of us. So, who all had the bed last time?”

“Torbek believes it was Mister Kremy, Gideon, {y/n} and Twig,” Torbek pointed out, looking at the ones he mentioned. “So Torbek thinks that Torbek and Frost, Gricko and Hootsie should have the bed this time! Just like Frost suggested.”

Everyone seemed to agree with one another, chattering about how the bed arrangement would work. You didn’t mind either way, the couch that was in the room as well made up for the situation. It was rather comfortable from when you sat on it previously, as well.

You stayed in your seat as the group of four marched upstairs, all tired and ready for bed. Twig stayed behind, cleaning up from the dinner since she was the one who cooked it tonight. You didn’t say anything, listening to Gideon and Kremy chat for a bit together.

The conversation with Kremy lingered in your mind. You seemed to have been given his approval. At least, that’s how you interpreted it. You were sure that was what Kremy meant by the conversation. You respected the warlock, however, and felt like it would be better to wait for a good time.

Gideon was important to you. He lit up the room, figuratively and literally, whenever you were gloomy. He always cheered you up, gave you butterflies with his simple gestures towards you. You felt pure joy and happiness every night as the genasi let you huddle up to his side for warmth, Kremy on the other.

“Ya ready?”

You blinked from your state, looking up to the now standing Gideon Coal. You nodded and stood, finishing your roll before yawning. Gideon led the way towards the stairs, hands on his head for his full stomach. Kremy joined your side, gently nudging you to go up and join the genasi.

You smiled at the lizardfolk, who returned it back.

You skipped a step to meet Gideon’s side, who greeted you with a pat on the back.

It didn’t take any time at all before everyone was ready for bed. The four were all cuddled in bed, Torbek on the very edge and half hanging off, Hootsie laying on the foot of the bed in Gricko’s area, and Frost and Gricko comfortably nestled. They all fell asleep rather quickly, soft snores filling the room.

The couch was a pull out, which Twig securely made for the four of you to lay on. Gideon laid in the middle, taking the most space. His arms were spread to the sides, Kremy on his right side on the edge of the bed while you were tucked into the middle with Twig on your other side. It was comfortable, but mostly because of Gideon being your pillow.

You were having a hard time sleeping, however. You were overcome with loud snores throughout the room, and the mattress below you was very uneven. You kept tossing and turning, unable to fully relax like you wanted. Once you did find a position, your back was towards the genasi and you were sprawled out in an odd position.

You hummed in tiredness, sleepy from all of the events of the day. You let your eyes droop, relaxing your body to finally fall asleep, as hard as it was.

Right before you did, you jerked up at the touch of a small rattle of your shoulder. You tiredly opened your eyes and blinked, sleepily yawning before turning to look over your shoulder. Kremy’s head laid on Gideon’s chest, looking at you while Gideon’s half lidded eyes looked at you too.

Gideon smiled at you and gently patted his stomach, murmuring to you just loud enough to be heard over the snores. “C’mere,” he pet his belly in a tired daze, clearly previously asleep at some point. You slowly sat up, blinking in slight confusion before the genasi patted his belly once more. “Pillow time.”

You giggled a little at his sleepy talk, slowly shifting over as he yawned. You climbed over his leg, adjusting on the genasi as he sleepily held your shoulder to balance you. Once you found a comfortable position, you laid on his warm stomach happily. Kremy readjusted on Gideon’s chest, shifting more into his side. Now you were all warm and cozy.

Twig took this chance while she slept, sprawling herself out like a starfish and snoring louder as if it was a sigh of relief, then returning to her soft snores before. You giggled at it, yawning as you relaxed into the body of Gideon Coal.

You felt the familiar hand of Gideon run to your upper back, gently rubbing it in a sleepy massage. He muttered something before falling right back asleep, his gentle grip holding you with him. You felt an unfamiliar hand wrap around your middle back, which made your lazy eyes peel open just slightly to see Kremy holding you as well.

“G’night, {y/n}.” The lizardfolk whispered, sleep overtaking him.

You hummed in acknowledgement, eyes closing completely. “G’night.”

-~-~-~-

The cool breeze blew around you all. The damp ground squashed beneath every step. You huddled next to Gideon, rubbing your arms as an attempt to keep yourself warm from the winds. It was silent as everyone traveled, only the sounds of wet leaves and mud and the whistle of the wind. The trees above swayed, dancing along with one another in unison.

You looked up, looking past the leaves to study the greyed skies. You frowned, realizing that this was most likely more than a dull day. You knew a storm was coming, though not knowing if it was snow or rain, you looked forward to look at Kremy.

Kremy had been leading the way, Gideon just slightly behind the lizardfolk as always, guarding him from the mystery of the woods. You looked slightly back from the genasi, thinking about the day so far.

Behind you, Torbek slumped in slow yet large strides. His arms hung low, his claws tracing the wet ground now and again. If it wasn’t for the almost constant state of sadness on his face, he’d easily make for a terrifying body guard to anyone. Twig sat on his shoulder, happily knitting away on a new project she was determined to finish. Frost, Gricko and Hootsie were in the back, Gricko riding on Hootsie’s back as the tabaxi and goblin quietly conversed amongst themselves.

You felt a gentle tug on your shirt, which made you look behind your shoulder to meet the bugbear who consistently looked over you. He bent down, much more than usual, trying to meet your height more comfortably without accidentally throwing Twig off. He tucked his arms in, crossing them loosely.

“What is it Torbek?” You asked quietly, slowing your pace a bit to leave the vicinity of Gideon and Kremy. Torbek tapped his fingers together in a nervous motion. You noticed Gideon glancing back at the loss of your presence, though paid no mind once he noticed you and Torbek conversing.

Torbek’s ears flattened against his head slightly, as if slightly ashamed. “Um, well Torbek was wondering if Mx. {y/n} knew how long it would be until the next town?”

You smiled softly at the bugbear, attempting to ease his worry. “Oh, well Kremy said that about an hour ago that we should be there before sundown.”

Torbek nodded, glancing up towards where Kremy was. “Okay,” Torbek’s eyes wavered to the surrounding woods, which you followed absentmindedly. “Torbek doesn’t want to be stormed on is all.”

You nodded in agreement, gently patting his hand. “I don’t think Kremy would let us, I trust he’ll make the call on that.”

Torbek nodded again, smiling slightly before standing back up to his usual slouch. You skipped back up to Gideon’s side, careful not to step on Kremy’s evenly swaying tail. Gideon looked down at you, quirking an eyebrow in quiet inquiry.

“Torbek was just wondering when we’d be at the next town,” you told him with a shrug, laying your head onto his bicep as you walked. Gideon reached an arm around and patted your shoulder in acknowledgement. He gave a small squeeze of a side hug, which gave you a boost of warmth.

Suddenly, Kremy stopped in his tracks. You and Gideon almost ran into his back, stopping just in time before you did. Torbek, however, fumbled and bumped into both you and Gideon before catching himself. You consequently bumped into Kremy, who turned around and crossed his arms. You gave a small guilty smile, comedically wiggling your fingers as hello.

Kremy paid no mind, looking up to the sky and taking his pocket watch from his tailcoat pocket and opened it to look at the time. Without looking up, he hummed. “We’re gonna have to camp here tonight,” Kremy said as he clicked his pocket watch closed. “We’re about two hours from town, but the storm is about to hit. We will set back out in the morning when the storm is gone.”

Torbek whined a little, which he stopped as Gricko immediately cheered him up with positivity. You nodded, escaping Gideon’s side hug to properly stand beside him. “Should we set up the big tent? Or prepare a shelter?”

Kremy put his pocket watch away, tapping his claws along the skull of his cane. “This storm might be a doozy, I think we should have a quick roof built between these trees here to keep the area we’ll be sleeping on drier.”

Gricko and Hootsie bounced about, Gricko jumping onto Torbek’s arm and pulling the poor bugbear towards the trees. “C’mon Torbek! Let’s make that platform! Hootsie and I will teach you how to do it!”

With a groan of slight defiance, Torbek followed his goblin companion and his daughter into the woods. Twig flew off of Torbek’s shoulder and joined Frost. Frost dropped his bag, rummaging through his items and setting the usual camp supplies down. Everyone always had their designated chores when it came to camping, which was never necessarily assigned, but willingly done due to the skills the groups had.

Torbek was tall and could reach the thick, large branches or small yet tall and thick trees that he could tear out of the ground. He could also carry a lot of things in his arms, even if they were quite hefty. Along with this, Gricko was the carpenter of the group. While it wasn’t like his wood widdling, he still grew to learn the right woods that worked best in shelter and learned to make efficient mini shelters with just the environment around them. Hootsie loved helping her father, doing anything she can to help out when she wanted.

Frost was the ‘architect’ when it came to the shelters, calculating the best and proficient ways to structure the shelters for the night. He made the guidelines and Gricko and his group did the rest. Frost would then set up other shelter things after that, such as the cooking ware. Once the cooking ware came in, either Kremy or Twig got to work. They’d start the food while the others all worked, having the food ready by the time the shelter was finished.

Kremy looked at you and the genasi, beginning to take his tailcoat off. “Gid, can you go and get some firewood please? If ya find some berries along the way please pick some. Oh, and {y/n} better go with you, the more firewood the better.”

Kremy smiled at you softly, folding up his tailcoat neatly and setting it on an elevated rock. Gideon nodded and nudged you, grunting out an “on it” to the lizardfolk before walking into the woods. You followed in tow, looking back towards Kremy who was rolling up his sleeves then turning to talk with Twig.

You caught up to the genasi, looking around for good wood that didn’t appear as damp as the ground. Gideon did the same, reaching up to yank on an already dead branch.

“Is it just me or is Kremy in a weird mood?” You asked suddenly, mostly out of curiosity than anything. You saw the genasi shrug, inspecting the branch he just tore off before tucking it under his arm.

“I’d say he kinda is, but he’s probably just tired more than anythin’. I think some things are weighing on his mind, but I don’t blame him at all after the whole Remy Garou shit.” Gideon grabbed some branches he saw, inspecting them and then tucking them under his arm again as he spoke.

“I guess that’s fair,” you nodded, grabbing some sticks and dried leaves that you figured would be good fire starters. “I hope he’s alright.”

Gideon snapped a long stick to break it down. “He’ll be a’right, if it gets to be too much I’ll help him out,” he turned to smile a bit at you. “How about you, eh? You’ve been actin’ strange too after the last town we were in. Somethin’ happen?”

You blinked in surprise, adjusting your grip on your bundle of small branches and sticks. “Well, not anything bad no,” you admitted, handing Gideon a broken branch for him to hold in his occupied hand and heat up. Gideon quirked an eyebrow, quietly asking what you meant by that. You gave a nervous smile. “Kremy and I talked a bit, it wasn’t anything bad, it was just a little confusing I guess?”

Gideon shrugged, taking your answer. The branch stud in his hand had burned to charcoal, which he stuffed in the small bag around his belt. “Well, as long as ya both don’t hate each other.”

You laughed a little, shaking your head and waving your hands. “No no, of course not!”

There seemed to be relief in his expression, the worry of the possibility no longer weighing heavy on him. Was he really worried that you and Kremy hated each other? Was there something that the both of you did to instill that worry into him?

“Good, I don’t want my two favorite people hatin’ each other. That would be pretty rough, haha!” He had a tinge of a hidden worry in his tone, though he sighed and released it. He grabbed some more items, not so much looking at them as in depth as he did before.

You paused your collecting, looking at the genasi as he continued forward. His back was turned towards you, bending down every now and then. You gripped your bundle just barely, watching his back for a moment.

“Hey, Gideon?” You asked cautiously, watching as the genasi carefully straightened up and partially turned to you. He watched you carefully, head slightly tilted in wonder. “What do you mean by that? Favorite people being me and Kremy, I mean.”

Gideon fully turned to you, only just realizing what he said. He took a minute to think before he stumbled over his words, trying to figure out what to say. He then sighed, his shoulder slouching a bit in semi-defeat.

He stepped towards you, keeping his grip nice and still on his own bundle. You opened your mouth to speak again, either in question or to take back your previous question, though Gideon started before you did.

“Kremy an’ I have been traveling together for years, about ten. We’ve gone through a lot of situations, thick and thin. We learned a lot about each other, and we learned that we can’t be without each other after it all. I wouldn’t want it any other way, I owe Kremy that,” Gideon’s smile softly appeared, his eyes half lidded as if something on his mind weighed them down once again. “An’ I’ll be honest, despite traveling with you for only a year, I’ve felt similar with you.”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting those words at all to come out of him. You knew that Kremy and Gideon were close, practically inseparable. You didn’t know just how important they meant to each other until now. You finally realized just how much they downplayed their relationship with one another to everyone. You shifted in your spot, glancing down at the realization. Everything made sense now.

Gideon sat his bundle down, noticing your face. He placed the side of his finger below your chin, making you look up at him. There was a sheepish look on his face, the other hand scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “A’right, look, don’t get all sad on me now,” he tried. “I ain’t good with words, I’m sorry if that came out wrong. Look, uh,” he cleared his throat and awkwardly placed the hand that tilted your head up on your shoulder, patting it. “I care about you a lot, like I care about Kremy. Don’t get sad, c’mon, this ain’t some love triangle or nothin’ I promise.”

You blinked, trying to understand what he was trying to say despite the confusion of it all. “You like me though, don’t you?”

Gideon nodded, taking your pile from your arm and setting it with his own. He took your hands in his, slight embarrassment still on his face. “I like you, hell I think I love you,” he confessed, rubbing the tops of your hands with his thumbs in a soft massage. “I wanna be that warm pillow for ya every night, basically.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, snorting at the cute yet slightly awkward confession. You smiled up at him, squeezing his hands in content. “Mr. Coal, you’re the best pillow I’ve ever had,” you half joked, which made him snicker. “I really like you, I haven’t really been trying to hide it at all, so I’m surprised you’re just now confessing.”

“Me? Confess? You’ve got the wrong guy,” he joked, which you laughed softly to. You felt the softness in his tone, in his hands as he held you. “I usually wait for the one givin’ me the doe eyes to come up first.”

“Well that’s where this all got screwed up then,” you joked, laying your forehead on his chest. The genasi wrapped his arms around your back, holding you close. “But you can make it up to me if you give me extra dessert next time.”

Gideon laughed, his chest falling up and down in glee from your arrangement. He rubbed your upper back, patting it before leaning into you happily. “A’right, fine, extra dessert.”

You hummed in joy, relaxing completely into his warmth.

He’s so stupid. It’s all you could think of towards the genasi with a smitten smile on your face.

You heard the hiss of singed ember fill your ears. Then another. You felt Gideon sigh and pat your back again, the texture of his beard rough against your forehead as he pulled away to kiss your forehead. Your face heated up, listening to the singed hisses as rain drops began to fall from the sky, evaporating once they hit the embers on his head.

“Let’s get back to camp, we need some fire started before all of this firewood gets wet,” he said, quickly and easily scooping up the conjoined firewood you both had gathered. “We don’t wanna be late for dinner.”

You smiled up at him, taking some of the pile for yourself to carry.

-~-~-~-

The soothing massage on your abdomen lulled you awake, groaning in response. The hand that held you rubbed circles into your stomach now, the genasi’s face buried into your hair.

“Mornin sunshine,” he chuckled softly, which you hummed in response to. He kissed the back of your head before he sat up. He stretched, yawning. “Kremy made some breakfast in the inn kitchen.”

You turned to your back, watching the genasi get out of bed. You sleepily admired his bed head, chuckling at how disheveled he looked as he woke up. You were sure you were the same, but it was much funnier on Gideon.

“Didn’t he say he was making waffles?” You asked, sitting up and yawning just as your boyfriend had. He put on his clean shirt, looking around for his comb.

“Think so,” he replied, finding his comb and beginning to fix his hair. He sat back on the bed by your feet, itching his beard. “I want some chocolate chip ones if he did end up making them.”

You chuckled, crawling out of bed to get ready for the day. For once, the group was able to have seperate rooms for pairs. You and Gideon shared a room, while Torbek and Twig shared another, Gricko and Hootsie in a third, and Frost and Kremy in the last. Everyone enjoyed each other's company, and it was very comfortable overall.

As you found your clothes to change into for the day, you felt muscular arms wrap around your middle from behind. You straightened up, leaning yourself into the chest of the fighter. He buried his face into your neck, humming as he swayed the both of you side to side. “We don’t have to rush, it’s pretty early still.” He murmured into your neck.

You hummed in agreement, swaying with the genasi. In an instant, you were lifted and playfully tossed onto the bed. You giggled, rolling onto your back as the genasi held you down by your shoulders gently. He then proceeded to try to tickle you, which made you erupt into squeals.

You struggled against his grip, his assault on your sides and neck too much to bare. Once you had an opening, you went to jab at his ribs, knowing he was ticklish there. He was caught by surprise, tucking himself in in defense at the attack. You continued to poke and prod, tickling him. You weren’t expecting his next attack on you, holding your wrists and pinning them to your sides.

You struggled against him, still laughing. “Hey! That’s no fair!” You whined, a fake frown on your lips. Gideon smiled wide at that, inching closer to your face.

“I think it is,” he pecked your nose, his grin widening. “I think I win.” He pecked your lips, which you huffed when he pulled away. He chuckled then kissed you, which you happily returned.

What a goofball.

[tiredluxz]

Mi Vida | ONESHOT

Robin Arellano x fem! reader

summary: Y/n and Robin were childhood friends you could even say more than that.

warning: ENLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

mention of death, violence, swearing, etc.

an: this will be my first one shot here so please bare with. Also the story will be third person's POV.

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"You pull that shit again I'll break your teeth next!" The young girl spat with anger lace on her voice. She had just finished breaking another kid's nose after he had made a remark about the way she dress, unfortunately the girl wasn't having it and knock him out cold.

Whispers erupt her surrounding but she couldn't care less. Nobody messes with her, especially on the first day. "Y/n." Someone called her name, she turn her head and met with a long brown haired male looking directly at her. "You loca I told you to wait for me." Robin sigh before noticing the girl's bloody fist. "What happened?" he questioned with worry in his tone.

"Some bastard tried harassing me, I broke his nose." She nonchalantly replied as they walk side by side to school. Y/n was just ranting about the person she had just beaten up while the boy just nodded listening to her story. It didn't take long for them to arrive at school.

When they've arrived, Y/n stop midway from her sentence to hug their friend who also just got to school. "Hi, Finney." she greets him with a smile. "Thank God you're here, Finn. Y/n wouldn't shut up about her fight." Robin let out a chuckled after, causing the female to give him a glare before pinching his side.

Finney let the pair be and bid his goodbye before leaving the scene.

The two continued bantering before they heard the school bell ring. "What's your first period?" he asked her before letting go of her cheeks that he just been pinching. "Math." she groan, with her answer the male snickers.

"Well, good luck, hermosa!" he shouted towards her as he ran to his first period class. Y/n only playfully rolled her eyes before also going to her class.

-----

It was already the last period and Y/n was already dozing off, when the bell ring indicating that it was time to head home. Her classmates left leaving the sleeping girl alone in the classroom.

"Y/n, wake up." Someone poke her head, with an annoyed look Y/n raise her head from her desk to see who the culprit was. It was none other than Robin himself.

He had a shit eating grin on his face as the girl gave him a small glare. "Come on Hermosa your dad's waiting for us." she gave him a confuse look before grabbing her bag. "The fuck you mean us?"

Robin chuckled before walking out the room. "I'm staying with you guys tonight. Ma had a business trip for three days and Tio is busy tonight." he explain to her. "Alright then, don't tell dad that I got into a fight today."

With her words the male chuckled once more, "You were just bragging to me earlier how you beat the guy up." and again she gave him a glare. "I'm serious Rob, I'll murder you if you tell on me."

The boy raise his hands like signaling defeat. "Relax Mi Vida, I won't" with a nodded Y/n gave him a smile before they had arrive.

-----

Bruce Yamada had gone missing and it had been days. "I still can't believe his missing." Y/n let out a sigh while Robin replied with a yeah. The two were just walking to school. Robin had suggest that they should always walk to school just in case. With the kidnapping going around he wasn't taking any chances.

The pair continued talking to one another on the way to school when Y/n had bumped into someone. She fell in to the ground, thankfully her ass had save her from the fall. "Shit. Watch where you're going shitface." she hissed from the impact.

The other person stood up clearly displeased on what she just said. "You watch where you're going. Hey Arellano! learn to control your bitch." Moose sneer, his words made the male mad.

"Shut the fuck up Moose, maybe you should go home before I beat your ass." Robin threatened to the bigger male, when Mosse's eyes landed on Y/n she mouth the words to him 'He'll fuck you up.'

The male ignored her and return his attention back to the other person. "You think you're so tough, huh?"

"Let's find out."

"I will pound you like a nail, you scrawny little beaner."

"Then do it. Unless you're scared." after his sentence Moose lunged at him swinging his fist, fortunately Robin was fast and easily dodge the male.

He took the opportunity to punch him on his side before kicking him straight to the face. Y/n laugh at the scene before she finally stood up. When Robin had finally manage to throw Moose towards the ground he repeatedly punch him.

Y/n with a grin walk up to them before speaking, "I told you he'll fuck you up." She told the alsmost unconscious boy.

-----

"Robin, let me treat your wounds." Y/n insisted to the male yet he wasn't budging. "Again no and wait right here." he instructed to her before entering the boy's comfort room.

A few hours had passed before three boys exit the room. Robin must have scared them off because they were leaving in a panic and for a few minutes more Robin and Finney finally came out

"What's with them?" She questioned, "They were teaming up to beat Finn." Robin explained with nonchalance.

"Want me to beat them up, Finn?" Y/n grin before Robin took her head and messed with her hair, teasing her about she wouldn't even be able to handle the three. "Let go, dumbass." A sigh of relief slipped through her mouth when he did as he was told.

"I'm going to tutor Robin tonight, are you coming too?" Finney spoke with a smile on his face. "Yes." She replied.

After their conversation the three parted ways. Well Y/n tailed behind Robin. They head to the store to buy themselves snacks before Finney tutors them.

Walking towards the store the two saw a black van but payed no mind to it and continued approaching the store.

That's when a man clumsily dropped his stuff on the concrete floor. "Oh! I'm such a klutz." He spoke before chuckling. Y/n immediately took no time to help the helpless man, that's when he grabbed her by the hair and spray something in her mouth.

"Fuck! Y/n!" Robin exclaimed clearly surprised but quickly regained his composure, he lunged at the man punching and kicking him. Unfortunately the man had a knife and stab the boy on his side.

When he saw Robin getting weaker he also grabbed him and spray him with chemical on his mouth to also knock him out.

-----

Robin woke up with a sharp pain in his abdomen. Yeah, he remembered he was stab and taken by the grabber along with Y/n. "Oh you're finally awake. Your little girlfriend here is feisty, I don't normally take girls but oh well." the grabber laugh as if he said something funny.

Y/n glare at the man before shooting Robin a worried look. "Things aren't going according to plan but it soon will. Getting you two was hard, do you guys like soda? I'll get you two a soda." He spoke like talking to himself before leaving.

"Fuck! Robin are you okay." Y/n's eyes were starting to cloud with tears. "Don't cry Mi Vida, I'm fine." Robin reassured the sobbing girl.

Y/n immediately look for something to block the blood from flowing, then she noticed that Robin was missing his bandana. She curse to herself before ripping her long sleeve shirt.

She wrapped the cloth on his wound and thankfully it worked. "What a shitty way to die." Y/n finally let out a laugh. It was a bitter laugh, "At least I'm with you Arellano." She muttered, the male also let out a soft chuckle.

"We aren't dying hermosa. At least I won't let him kill you." He whispered just enough for her to hear, "At a time of death you still manage to flirt with me. You're crazy." She heave a sigh to calm herself.

"You know I liked you right? Like ever since I moved here." Y/n confessed, suddenly having the courage when death was just around the corner. "Yeah hermosa, I knew." With that Y/n put her hand on his cheeks before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

The wholesome moment didn't last long when the grabber entered the room. "My! Sorry for interrupting." He laugh.

"Let us go you dipshit." Y/n stood from the mattress, "For a young lady you have such a foul mouth." The grabber pointed out which made Y/n even more pissed.

"You two did a number on me, and of course naughty boys and girls need to be punished." He stated one more. The grabber revealed the belt he was hold before grabbing the young girl by the arm.

He pushed her on the concrete floor before repeatedly beat her with the belt. Robin with all the strength he got stood from the mattress to stop the grabber.

With the stab wound he didn't able to do much before he was send flying towards the mattress. The girl cried and Robin was helplessly watching his vision getting blurry by the minute.

It went for hours before the grabber stopped and went upstairs. Y/n had already pass out from the beating and Robin was coughing blood. He knew he was already dying. He wiped the blood off his mouth before crawling towards the out cold female. He gently grab and lay her on the mattress.

By a few hours the boy also soon drifted to sleep.

-----

Robin was woken up by a sound of something being dragged. His eyes widen by the sight he was seeing.

It was Y/n getting dragged by the grabber. "Oops! Didn't mean for you to see this. She was being naughty, she went upstairs and called for help. I didn't like that, naughty girls like her need to punish." The grabber explained, he was still pulling her by the hair while the girl was shouting every curse word she knew.

Robin's eyes were filled with rage as he shouted and ran towards the grabber to attack him. He was then stab in the neck.

The grabber wasn't fully satisfied and stab him multiple times once more.

"What a shame, I intended to keep you longer." He whispered as the light in Robin's eyes disappeared. Y/n's eyes widen, she ran towards the male's body before letting out a painful scream. "Rob! No no no." She repeated over and over.

Y/n continued on crying before the grabber finally spoke. "See what happens to naughty children. Now I need to send him home." That was the last thing she heard before the grabber knock her out.

-----

Y/n woke up from ringing sound, it was the phone on the wall. She didn't even notice the device at first. Her head was starting to hurt. She then remembered what had just happened.

Robin getting murdered right in front of her. Y/n kneeled on the floor clearly ignoring the ringing phone and continued crying.

When she had finally calm down a bit she took the phone and placed it on her ear. "Hello? Please help me." She pleaded.

"It doesn't work. Well not since I was a little boy." Her breath hitch just by hearing his voice, the grabber gave her a smile through his mask. "What the fuck are you doing here? Haven't you done enough!?" She kept a brave face on yet her heart was beating fast.

"Don't worry, I'm just admiring." He vaguely answered, the statement made the girl uncomfortable but held her head high so he wouldn't see how terrified she actually was.

When he was finally satisfied he left without uttering another word.

After the grabber left the phone rang again. Y/n was confuse by what he told her. Was he lying about the phone being broken?

She pick the device once more and putting it over her ear. "Hello?" She called out. "Hi, Hermosa." The voice on the other replied. Shocked by it she dropped the phone and began sobbing. She couldn't believe she was hearing Robin through the phone. She pick the phone again before stuttering. "Rob, are you there?"

"Yes Mi Vida, please don't cry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you hermosa." His voice sounded the same on the phone. Y/n let out a smile while tears were still streaming down her face.

"You idiot, I-"

"Put that down." His voice boomed through the room. "I already told you it doesn't work." The grabber spoke, his mask was already frowning. It made Y/n's heart almost stop beating.

She literally was terrified, she was praying for him to leave her yet he walk up to girl and smack her across the face before stabbing her again and again.

"This is why I don't bring girls here. You guys are more troublesome and naughty." Y/n cough out blood.

Before the lights in her eyes went dim, she spat to the grabber. "Fuck you, I'll see you in hell soon."

She then took her final breath.

[lilithschosen]

prompts maybe?

4. "do you trust me?"

2. "I'll go slow/I'll be gentle"

48. “you’re doing such a good job”

regularly scheduled good girl Rio :)

"Do you trust me?"

Agatha holds Rio's legs apart, gripping her knees. Rio nods, unable to control the shiver that goes up her spine as Agatha's eyes drink her in.

"I'll go slow," her hands slide up her knee and over her inner thighs. She pulls Rio's folds apart, spreading her wide with her thumbs. "I'll be gentle."

She leaves one hand holding Rio open grips the base of her toy with the other. It's bigger, an inch longer and half an inch thicker than what she's used to. She wants it, even asked for it.

Agatha works her thumb through her folds, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of how wet Rio was underneath her.

"I bet you'll take this with ease, baby."

She shifts her hips forward, scooting towards Rio on her knees. She slips the head of the toy into her pussy, teasing her. Rio arches her back, trying to take more into her before Agatha pulls her hips back.

"Careful."

"Want you," Rio squeezes her thighs together, groaning. "Please, baby."

Agatha chuckles under her breath, easing Rio's legs apart. "I know. We need to be slow at first."

She guides the toy to Rio's cunt again, pushing into the resistance. Rio hisses at the pain, bright and hot. Agatha shushes her quietly, hand rubbing her knee as she soothes her.

The head dips into her and Rio gulps a breath, feeling full but needing more. She cants her hips down, forcing more of the toy into her. Agatha's nose scrunches, still going slowly as she buries the toy inside.

At half the length, Rio exhales and takes Agatha's hand on her knee. "Keep going."

Agatha squeezes her hand, slipping the rest of the toy into Rio inch by inch. As she leans her hips fully into Rio's, she settles. Letting Rio adjust and trying to quiet the voice in her head shouting about how good Rio feels right now.

"You're doing such a good job for me, Rio."

Rio swallows hard, so full and stretched to fit Agatha's strap. Agatha waits until Rio nods to move, only wanting to do anything with the approval. Once she nods, Agatha pulls out of Rio by a quarter of the length and slowly pushes back in.

"Oh fuck," Rio mumbles, head rolling to the side. The tip of the toy presses into her cervix, an uncomfortable pressure she's growing to love. "You're so big, Agatha."

Agatha's nostrils flare, tensing her thighs to keep herself from thrusting harder into Rio. She can barely contain herself, watching the woman beneath her writhe and whine for more. For her.

She twitches back, nearly slipping the whole toy out as Rio cries out and fists the sheets.

"I'm sorry."

Rio shakes her head, "I can take it. I can take you, daddy. Give it to me."

Warmth spreads through Agatha's chest as she fails to hold back. She pushes the tip of the toy back into Rio and snaps her hips into her, sheathing the toy in one thrust. Rio turns to her side, curling inward.

"Fuck me," she pins her knees apart with her hands, locking her feet around the back of Agatha's thighs. "Fuck me, please god, fuck me."

Agatha adjusts Rio, flipping her on her back before thrusting into her again. She leans forward, elbows on either side of Rio's shoulders.

Rio lifts her head, licking into Agatha's mouth before kissing her fully. She moans, panting into her mouth while Agatha fucks her.

As usual whenever Agatha has her pinned down like this, Rio cums faster than anticipated. She clenches around the toy, legs wrapping around Agatha's hips as she anchors her deep inside. She shouts gibberish, babbling as she holds her face against Agatha's. Her walls spasm and hips twitching as she cums.

"Good girl," Agatha coos, shifting her weight on her elbows to brush the sweaty hair sticking to Rio's forehead. "You did so good for me. I'm so proud of you."

Rio whimpers, face twisted in pleasure. Agatha stays fully still, letting Rio fuck herself through the orgasm before her hips stop. Her eyes open, licking at dry lips.

"I think it's safe to say," Rio gulps in air, laughing at herself, "That I'm a bit of a size queen from time to time."

Agatha snorts, "Time to time? Darling, it's every time."

Rio pouts momentarily before breaking out in a grin. "Semantics."

[chqnverse]

SUBBY CHAN!! subby chan pretty please. with maybe a bit of face riding 🤭

and you're writing is actually really good. so good. might have binge-read your works teehee

- 🫧 anon

𖥻 Reward

♡┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; bangchan x fem!reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: you asked your boyfriend to ride his pretty face :)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: smut ( 18+ ), switch!reader, switch!chan, face riding, reader has bigger thighs, they are whipped for each other, unprotected sex ( don’t do that !!! ), slight aftercare, I was in a mood while writing but oh well 🤷‍♀️

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: I turned your ask into a tiny drabble my lovely 🫧 anon I hope you like it tho ✨ I’m glad you enjoy my work so much bubs💕

You knew your boyfriend was handsome but the outfit he was wearing today did something with your brain…his hair looking ever so soft and the almost sheer top and the pretty necklace he was wearing was just beautiful. You’re so proud of Chan and the way his eyes sparkled when they won another award made your heart speed up. So you decided to treat your amazing boyfriend…when you both got home that day chan went to take a shower after giving you a passionate kiss. The way his lips feel against you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. So as soon as you hear the shower running and Chan’s soft humming you quickly change, pulling out your boyfriends favourite lingerie of yours a fully black set almost see through with tiny black bows on the straps of the bra and panties it was barely covering anything and it made you feel confident and pretty. You’re so focused on yourself in the mirror that you didn’t notice chan leaving the bathroom and walking over to you with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Chan swore his breathing stopped for a moment when he saw you standing there in front of your bedroom mirror. Chan loved when you felt good about yourself. He slowly walks up to you putting his hands around your waist. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this” Chan’s one hand pulling at the strap on the side of your underwear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck making you shiver. You slowly turn at to face Chan putting ur arms around his neck one hand playing with his soft hair. Chan hums in enjoyment at the front of your body pressed against his and your hand in his hair, his own hands started to wander around your body “wanted to give you a reward on your own baby” you whisper against his lips “so tell me Channie what do you want I will give you anything” you started kissing his neck, chan making room for you taking a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of your lips on him. “Anything Darling?” Chan asks when you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

The movement of your hips was controlled by your boyfriend while you couldn’t even focus on anything that wasn’t his plush lips on your cunt, you already came twice on his face and each time chan hummed in delight when he tasted your sweet high on his tongue. His warm tongue moving inside you and his nose was pressed against your clit making you see stars. “God darling you taste like fucking heaven” chan said making you whine. Chan swears he was in heaven with your plush thighs wrapped around his face and the way your breast where moving together with the sounds that left your mouth made his dick impossibly harder “Channie please wanna fell you inside me” you whine hands gripping on this hair like they are your lifeline. Chan couldn’t resist the need longer, longing to be inside your pretty cunt. Chan’s pushes you downward to his hard length. “Do it pretty girl ride me” you didn’t need to be told twice and quickly sink down on him making Chan’s eyes roll back, the way you feel around him send him even closer to his orgasm.

The way he was hitting your sweet spot makes you clench even tighter around him. You could feel your orgasm on the tip of your tongue chan knew your body like the back of his hand “come for me pretty girl” he whispered before kissing you passionately. You couldn’t hold back anymore and let go feeling your sweet relief wash over you. Chan quickly falling over the edge with you keeping his length as deep as he could go inside your warmth. You’re slowly coming down from your shared high your arms wrapped tightly around Chan “are you okay darling?” He whispered not wanting to disturb your bliss. You nod slowly kissing his lips once more. “I’m so proud of you Channie” you whispered, making Chan smile and tighten his hold onto you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Walking on Sunshine 1

Sister series to Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Warnings: non/dubcon, antisocial behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: God The Bounty Hunter x reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hum as you enter the break room. The aroma of dark roast tickles your nose as your eyes narrow in on the kettle. You’re not much of a coffee drinker, you're one of the few in the office who enjoy the packets of hot cocoa they keep in the big glass jar. You keep a stash of your own special flavours in your desk for particularly dull days.

As you cross the room, you slip and throw out your arm to keep from landing on your butt. You set your feet straight, gripping your mug tight as you’re near-shatter experience courses through you icily. That was too close.

You look down at your feet and the small puddle of coffee there. How irresponsible. Someone spilled and didn’t even clean it up. You could’ve been really hurt. In fact, you think you pulled something.

You take careful steps and trade your mug for the roll of paper towel. You set to cleaning up the mess, sopping it up with the cheap two-ply. You take a handful of soaked paper towels and dump them in the bin. You rinse your hands and flip on the kettle, shaking off the last of your adrenaline.

You tap your fingers on the counter top as you wait for the water to boil. You take one of the cardboard stir sticks and keep the rhythm against the brim of your cup. The apple-shaped mug is one of your favourites, though a bit more teacherly than office dweller.

You tear open a packet as the kettle begins to tremble. You let out a few lyrics without thinking as the dang earworm won’t leave your head. “I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby, I’m su-u-ure…’ You’re not much of a singer and it’s terribly off key but you could dance right there.

You pour the powder into your cup and add the hot water. You switch between singing and humming the words you don’t know. The chocolatey smell tugs at your empty stomach and you lift up your mug happily, turning on your heel only to stop short.

Your lyrics almost turn to a scream as you find someone watching you. You’re embarrassed to think they witnessed your little karaoke session. You give a sheepish smile and adjust your grip on the mug handle.

“Uh, hi, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear… I didn’t think anyone else was around,” you eke out, swallowing a giggle at yourself.

The man just stares. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move. You’re choked by his stagnant silence. Your cheeks twitch as you fight to hold your smile in the wilting tension.

“Anyway…” your voice quakes, “it’s all yours, I’m just going to go back to my desk.”

You slowly cross the floor, watching him as his eyes follow you. There’s no expression around his alert eyes. He’s just staring. At you. Gaze following you diligently to the door. You smile a bit bigger before you dip out into the hallway.

His blue irises are stamped into your mind. Brilliant and bold. Eyes that say much more than he did.

You think you recognize him but don’t think much about it. The office is big and it feels like you see new faces every day and forget just as many. You’ve never been very good with names either.

You finally catch your breath as you get back to your cubicle. The unusual encounter flits away as you refocus on your work. You wiggle your foot and fidget in your chair, the squeaking of the old wheels drawing the agitated sighs of your neighbour. You still and glance over as a streak of colour distracts you.

That girl again. The one in the bright sweater. Her clothes are so cute. Your own style is eclectic in a different way; thrift store chic, you call it. You smile as her bubbly gait bobs a few rows down from you and she disappears back into the corporate zoo. 

You haven’t made any work friends, people just seem to tolerate you but she seems cool. You’re a bit too shy to introduce yourself as you think you have a few years on her. You don’t want to come off desperate or anything.

You exhale wistfully and make yourself go back to your emails. You really need to stop getting so easily off track. You can’t handle another poor performance review. 

You swivel back and as you go to rest your chin in your hand, you nearly yipe. Your eyes round and you sit up straight. That man! He’s watching you again. He sips from a gray mug as your lips part cluelessly. Why is he doing that?

You look over your shoulders, checking if perhaps he is looking at someone or something else. There’s nothing but a cubicle wall. You turn back and he’s gone. Huh?

You’re thinking too much. He probably just saw something else. Besides, people don’t notice you. Only when you do something wrong.

You swallow and look down at your hot chocolate. You lift it and blow over the top, tentatively sipping from the hot porcelain. Mmm, it always makes everything better. 

[hellfirehottie]

California Dreamin' - Eddie Munson

Chapter Fourteen - Rain (part one)

Chapter Summary: Nina falls into old habits and Eddie helps her. Eddie has insecurities, and Nina helps him. 

Content warnings: Smut! M!blowjob. Consensual, educational and vulnerable conversations about sex. Jokes about sex. Insecure!Eddie, Jealous!Eddie, Protective!Eddie. Kinda sexist/cocky/chauvinistic Steve (Pookie would never!!). Bad at emotions!OC / Nina. mentions of vomiting. Bad coping mechanisms / alcohol abuse. Questioning of God/faith.  Mentions of past abuse. Not proof read so sorry if its not great! TUMBLR IS ANNOYING AND WONT LET ME POST THIS IN ONE PART SMH

Chapter Fourteen - Rain 

“Just like the rain, you cast the dust into nothing, 

And wash out the salt from my hands. 

So touch me again, I feel my shadow dissolving, 

Will you cleanse me with pleasure?” 

Rain - Sleep Token 

Thursday / The Diner / 4:45pm

Steve: [picking at his fries, disinterested] “I’m just saying, she could have warned me she had a dog the size of a hellhound, kinda killed the mood a little.”  Robin: (amused) “Killed it even more when he started humping you.”  Jonathan: [laughing loudly] “PAH! The dog started humping you while you were having sex?”  Steve: [red faced] “No, it didn’t hump me while we had sex. We never actually got to the sex part.” (Embarrassed, quietly) “He kept making eye contact with me while we made out, it killed my mojo.” 

[The group laugh at Steve’s expense] 

Nina: (teasing, mixing her milkshake with her straw) “Another girl left unsatisfied ‘cause of Steve’s mojo, what will the female population of Hawkins do? Who will satisfy the ladies of Hawkins?” Robin: [teasing, nudging Nina playfully] “The vibrator sales will be through the roof!” Steve: (offended) “Hey! I could have satisfied her if I wanted to!”  Eddie: (teasing) “Sure you could, big boy.”  Steve: (muttering) “Satisfied lots of girls, actually.”  Nina: (winding him up) “Oh yeah? How many?” [Eddie looks at Nina, eyebrows furrowed, curious] 

That’s weird, Eddie thinks. Jealousy churns in his stomach.  His fingers clench. 

Steve: “At least eight.”  Nancy: [disguising her comment as a cough] “Three.”  Steve: [flicking a chip at her] “Didn’t hear you complain, Nancy Pants.”  Nina: “Wait! Steve and Nancy bumped uglies? How didn’t I not know this!”  Nancy: [teasing Steve] “It was a tragic time in my life.”  Steve: “Didn’t seem so tragic when I made you c-“  Jonathan: (interrupting) “Okay! Okay! Change the subject, please, people are trying to eat here.” Nancy: [winking at Nina] “I’ll give you all the deets later, Nina.”  Nina: [grinning mischievously] “Can’t wait.” 

What the hell? Eddie thinks. 

Robin: [after pause] “So, how big is the hellhound, Stevie? Chihuahua, or smaller?” 

[Steve groans as everyone laughs] 

Steve: “Gizmo happens to be a pretty large dog.”  Nancy: [laughter thick in her voice] “Wait, the dog is called Gizmo? I refuse to believe a dog called Gizmo is threatening.”  Eddie: [with pursed lips, peacocking] “Maybe he seemed bigger cause you fed him after midnight.” [Nina snorts at Eddie’s joke and he beams proudly, watching her fondly as she and Robin giggle into each other.] 

[Steve rests his head on the diner table, exasperated.] 

Jonathan: “Was it raining on your date?”  Steve: (annoyed, in a pinched tone) “No, why?”  Jonathan: [smug] “Well, you know you’re not supposed to get gremlins wet after midnight.”  Steve: “I hate you all.” [smirking] “It’s her I was trying to get wet after midnight, actually…” 

[the gang groans] 

Robin: [scrunching her nose] “You’re disgusting.”  Steve: [muttering to Steve, rubbing elbows with him, macho-energy] “If you think that’s disgusting, you wouldn’t want to be in my head that night, the things I would have done with her, oh my!” [Jonathan shakes his head, cheeks red as he chokes on his laughter.]  Jonathan: [with a crinkled nose] “You really are disgusting.” 

[Eddie drums his fingers off the table, pretending to not be listening to the conversation between Jonathan and Steve. Nina notices everyone in their own conversations but Eddie. She frowns, watching him for a few moments as he stares out the window before gently tapping his side and whispering to him.]

Nina: (concerned) “You okay, honey?”  Eddie: [deep in thought] “It looks like there’s a storm coming.”  Nina: “Hmm, it does.” [holding his hand under the table] “We can go for a drive later, if you’d like? Watch the rain?”  Eddie: (comforted) “I’d like that.” [he squeezes her hand, heart-warmed] 

Friday / 6:15pm / Robin & Nina’s house

Eddie: “Hey guys, what are-“  Robin and Steve: “Shh!”  Eddie: [joining their side, whispering] “What are you guys doing?”  Robin: [watching Nina intensely] “Nina’s on the phone to her Mom.”  Eddie: (protective) “Her mom is still ringing her?”  Robin: [with an awkward smile] “Three times this week, at least ten calls each night. We had to unplug the phone.”  Steve: (curiously) “We think she’s finally going to tell her-“  Eddie: [nodding, understanding, interrupting Steve, now watching Nina too] “-To get fucked.” [Robin snorts then covers her face, trying to remain quiet]  Steve: (nonchalant) “I was going to say tell her to leave her alone and stop calling, but your way works too.”  Eddie: “What’s been said so far?”  Robin: “Not a lot so far, which is concerning.” [chewing her thumb, she mumbles quietly to herself] “Come on Nina, you can do it…”  Eddie: [batting Robin’s hand away from her mouth] “You and Nina have the same nervous habit, you’re like co-dependent anxiety twins.” [Robin grabs his nipple in her fingers and twists it, he yelps] “Ow! Son of a-!” [he winces at the volume and Nina turns around; Eddie, Steve and Robin hide behind the wall. Eddie peers around again and Nina is talking quietly on the phone, he frowns, concerned] “Is she okay?” [Nina is leaning on the living room wall, twirling the phone cord around her fingers]  Robin: (uneasy) “I hope so…”  Nina: “You need to stop calling.” [pause] “People are starting to think I’m weird, I’m trying to have a fresh start here, Mom. You can’t keep calling the school or the police.” [frowning] “I’m not coming home.” [gulping, brave] “Because I don’t want to come home.” [sighing] “Because the same thing is going to happen again and again and I can’t do it anymore.” [after a pause, chewing the skin on her thumb] “Nothing has changed, Mom.” [rubbing her forehead, frustrated] “I’m happy here, why can’t you just leave me be?” [after a pause, gulping] “I- I’m not a burden to Robin and her family… they’ve been really kind.” [voice wavering] “I can’t do this anymore Mom, please, just leave me alone. I don’t want to come home.” [exasperated] “I don’t see how this is my fault-“ [angry, snappy] “Is it the guilt making you feel sick or the damn hangover?!” [Nina slams the phone down] 

[Nina rests her head against the wall, bottom lip trembling.] 

Oh, my darling, Eddie thinks. His heart breaks at the sight of her so hurt. 

Steve: (cautiously) “Should we do something?”  Robin: (unsure) “Maybe we should leave her for a while.”  Eddie: “Hell no.” [moving from behind Robin and Steve]  Robin: “Wait, Eddie-” [She goes to pull Eddie back but he’s already approaching Nina.]  Eddie: (softly) “Nina…” [Nina looks up at him with sad eyes] “What can I do?” 

[Nina starts to tear up and shies away from Eddie’s concerned looks. She begins to tremble, pacing backwards and forwards, her hands twitching in distress. She doesn’t know what to do, how to process her emotions. Eddie watches her, arms out as he cautiously goes to hold her, panicked, eyes focused on her every movement. He impulsively grabs Nina and pulls her into his chest. She bursts into tears and Eddie’s heart breaks. He wraps his arms around her, one arm pulling her tightly into him as he strokes her back, one hand sliding into her hair to comfortingly hold her head. Nina sobs into his chest and clings to him, finding comfort in his embrace.] 

Nina: [muffled, distraught] “I don’t know, I mean, I can’t-” [beginning to hyperventilate] “I don’t know how to deal with this,” [shaking] “I don’t want to deal with this, I don’t want to feel this!”  Eddie: [holding her even tighter] “I know.”  Nina: (desperate) “I don’t want to feel like this anymore, Eddie!”  Eddie: [gulping, worried] “I know.”  Nina: “I don’t want to feel it!”  Eddie: [kissing her hair, heart thumping in his chest, filled with fear] “I know, Angel, I know.” 

I’d take all your pain for you if I could, Eddie thinks. 

[Robin and Steve look at Nina and Eddie, surprised by Nina acknowledging her emotions, surprised by her allowing Eddie to hold her. They walk over and wrap their arms around both Nina and Eddie, holding them both tight.] 

Saturday / 2:30pm / Nina’s house 

Nina: [on the phone] “Stevie! Hi! Are you at work today?”  Steve: “You do know it’s me who answered the phone, right?”  Nina: [snorting] “Right, my bad.” [twisting the phone cord] “Don’t suppose you fancy an afternoon of reckless drinking and avoiding our emotions?”  Steve: (bewildered) “Sure.”  Nina: “Great, I’ll be at yours in 20.” 

5pm / Steve’s house 

[Nina and Steve are sitting on his kitchen floor, passing a bottle of tequila back and forth.]

Steve: [slurring his words] “It’s eyes Nina, it had evil in its eyes.”  Nina: [snorting, head lolling back against the counter] “Much like my mother then.”  Steve: [passing her the bottle] “It could sense my fear, like it knew my intentions.”  Nina: [swigging from the bottle] “My mom is like that.” [wiping the tequila from her mouth] “Except it’s not pervy intentions like you, perv, it’s like, calmness.” [she passes the bottle back] “She waits until things are calm, suspiciously calm, almost peaceful, if you will, and then, bam!” [aiming to clap her hands together, her hands miss each other, one hand accidentally hits Steve, spilling the tequila on his shirt, he pouts] “Throws me down the stairs. What a bitch.”  Steve: “You know what else is a bitch?” [scowling] “Gizmo thinks I’m not good enough for Melissa, that’s what this is.”  Nina: [slurring, pointing at herself] “I’m not good enough for my mom,” [prodding Steve’s chest] “You’re not good enough for Melissa,” [resting her head on the cupboard door] “We’re just two below average people struggling with impossibly high standards we’ll never be able to reach.” [drinking from the bottle] “What a bitch.”  Steve: [high fiving Nina] “Preach!” [muttering to himself]  “Damn dog and it’s high standards, I-“  Nina: [quietly to herself] “I’ll never be enough for you.”  Steve: “Huh? What was that?”  Nina: [sniffling, rubbing her nose] “What? Nothing, nothing.”  Steve: [frowning] “Are you okay?”  Nina: “Yeah, yeah I’m good!” [blinking away her tears] “You were saying?”  Steve: “Do you think I have a shot with Melissa?”  Nina: “Of course! She’d be an idiot not to like you.”  Steve: (touched) “You really think so?”  Nina: “Of course man, don’t let her dog get to you.”

 [Nina and Steve burst into laughter] 

Nina: “Shit, I need the bathroom, I think I’m gonna hurl.” 

[Nina scrambles on the floor to stand up to run to the bathroom but skids on the floor, tumbling onto the hardwood floor. Steve bursts into laughter again as Nina scrambles up and runs to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Steve stands up carefully and walks over to the phone.] 

Steve: [dialling the number for the Record store, hiccupping] “Damn, this number is loooooong,” [sliding on the floor on his socks] “Damn, this floor is slippy too, Jesus.” [the phone dials up and rings] “Hellooooo!”  Keith: [fumbling behind the phone, tutting as he goes to put the phone down] “....Damn kids and their prank calls, thought this shit ended months ago…” Steve: “Wait, Keith!” Keith: “Harrington? Is that you?”  Steve: “It is indeedilydo! Is Eddie there?”  Keith: (weirded out) “Yeah, he’s here.” [passing the phone to Eddie] “Eddie, your weird friend Steve is on the phone.”  Steve: (offended) “Hey, I’m not weird!” (quietly to himself) “Robin says I’m unique.”  Eddie: (concerned) “Steve? What’s up?” (serious) “Has something happened? Are you alright? Is Nina okay?”  Steve: (slurring) “We’re good, we’re good, we may have had some- well, a lot - of tequila, and now Nina is throwing up.”  Eddie: “You’re both drinking? It’s 5pm!” (serious) “Wait, Nina is throwing up?” Steve: “It’s wine o’clock somewhere!” [hiccupping] “Shit, I sound like my mother.” (muttering) “And Nina’s mother, apparently.”  Eddie: “Nina’s throwing up? And talking about her mom?” [chewing his lip, nervous] “You guys are like, drinking together?”  Steve: “Yeah but it’s all good! I was just wondering if you could pick Nina up when you’re done with work? I’m kinda worried about her being alone.”  Eddie: (worried) “Is she bad?”  Steve: [looking over his shoulder at Nina, still throwing up] “I wouldn’t say bad, more… not good.”  Eddie: (deadpan) “Fantastic.” [chucking the keys at Keith] “I’m on the way.” [turning to Keith] “Lock up for me, Keith? Family emergency.”  Keith: [fumbling the keys] “You owe me!”  Eddie: [rolling his eyes, annoyed] “Whatever, man, I’ll cover your shift tomorrow.” 

Just get me to Nina, Eddie thinks. 

20 minutes later

Eddie: [storming through the door] “Where is she?”  Steve: (bewildered) “Wow, you came through that door like, like, like the Terminator or something.”  Eddie: [ignoring him] “Is she in the bathroom?”  Steve: “She’s finally stopped hurling now, I think she’s taking a nap on the floor.” 

[Nina is lying on the bathroom floor, eyelids fluttering with sleep, mumbling to herself. Eddie rushes to her side, turning her head on the side in case she’s sick again. He brushes her messy hair out of her face and she nuzzles into his hand.] 

Eddie: “Nina?” (softly) “Are you okay?”  Nina: (fragile) “Eddie? Is that you?”  Eddie: “It’s me, sweetheart, I’m here.” [pulling her into his lap, stroking her cheek] “How’re you feeling?”  Nina: “I don’t feel too good. I think I had too much tequila.”  Eddie: [chuckling] “Not surprising, you guys drank nearly two thirds of the bottle.” (concerned) “Have you eaten today?”  Nina: [mumbling] “Do pizza rolls count?”  Eddie: “Right, come on.” [he scoops her up, bridal style, in his arms and carries her out the bathroom] “Steve, help me with the door?”  Steve: [on the phone] “Melissa? Hey, it’s Steve! I was just wondering-”  Eddie: “-Nope, that’s fine, I’ll get it myself.” [shouting outside of the door] “Bye Steve! Thanks for getting my girlfriend inappropriately drunk!”  Steve: [shouting to Eddie] “Glad I could help man!” [back on the phone] “I just feel like Gizmo doesn’t like me and I-”  Eddie: [carefully opening the door whilst holding Nina] “Here we go, sweetheart, that’s it.” [he pulls her seatbelt on] “We’ll get you home, get you some food, and get you to bed, yeah?”  Nina: “Yes, please.”  Eddie: “Okay, darling.” 

[Eddie runs around to the driver’s side and hops into the car. Nina lies her head back onto the headrest, looking out of the window. Eddie drives quickly, looking at Nina occasionally, worried.] 

Eddie: “Nina? Are you okay?”  Nina: “I’m fine.” [glum] “I’m sorry I’m a mess.”  Eddie: “You’re not a mess.” [he looks at her slightly smudged makeup and dishevelled hair and smiles] “You’re anything but.” 

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, he thinks. 

Nina: “Did Steve call you?”  Eddie: “He did, yeah.” [looking at her] “He was worried about you.” [he resists the urge to reach for her hand] “I’m worried about you.”  Nina: [dismissive, tired] “No need to worry about me, I’m fine.” [self-deprecating] “I guess I got too drunk and got emotional. I’m totally fine.” [laughing bitterly] “Like mother, like daughter I guess.”  Eddie: (careful) “You’ve been thinking a lot about your mom?”  Nina: “A bit, yeah.” [fiddling with her fingers] “Sounds dumb but I miss her. Well, sober her.”  Eddie: “That’s understandable.” [finally grabbing her hand] “Wanna talk about it?”  Nina: “Maybe. Yeah. No. I don’t know.” [shaking away her thoughts] “Can I steal a cig, please?”  Eddie: “Glovebox.” [rubbing his thumb across her hand] “I’m here if you need me.”  Nina: [looking at him warmly] “I know.” [vulnerable, lighting the cig] “You have too much faith in me.”  Eddie: “I have every faith in you.”  Nina: [thoughtful, inhaling]  “Do you believe in God?” 

Eddie thinks back to the upside down, how he prayed to whoever could hear him to spare his life. 

If there is a god, I think he made you just for me, Eddie thinks. 

Eddie: “Not really. Prayed to them once or twice, jury’s out on whether they heard.” [looking at Nina intently, curious] “You?”  Nina: “I used to. I’m not religious or anything, I just hoped there was something out there that could explain all of,” [gesturing] “This. But there isn’t.” [Snorting sadly, blowing cigarette smoke into the air] “I prayed and I prayed and I prayed and it never ended. Guess there’s some bullshit reason for that too, huh? That I’m meant to create my own destiny.” [Choking up] “When I realised nobody was coming to save me, I realised I had to s-” [laughing sadly at herself, self-deprecating] “Jesus, what am I rambling about, I’ve lost the damn plot.” Eddie: “You haven’t lost the plot. I get it.”  Nina: “You do?”  Eddie: “I do. I’ve been there. It’s like-” [struggling to form the words] “What is the point of it all, y’know? Like, there’s no life lesson learned from it all. Sometimes it’s all just, well, sometimes life is just bullshit.”  Nina: [sighing, somewhat comforted] “Life is just bullshit. You’re right.” (honest) “I can’t let it go. It just comes as this unbearable wave of sadness and I can’t let go.”  Eddie: “I know how that feels. But the cycle will end.”  Nina: “It will? How do you know? When did yours end?” 

I think the cycle ended when you smiled at me, Eddie thinks. 

Eddie: (thoughtful) “A few months ago. It takes time. Jesus, it takes a lot of time. I didn’t think I’d ever be, I don’t know, whole again, I guess.” (quietly) “I didn’t think I was fit for anybody, anyone. Till I met you.” [looking at her softly] “I can see the future now. I have hope, I guess.” [smiling to himself] 

Maybe my grief can help you through your grief, he thinks. 

Nina: [looking at him lovingly as he drives]  “You give me hope.” 

[Eddie’s heart warms as their fingers intertwine.] 

You give me more hope than you know. 

Up next - Chapter Fourteen - Rain (Part Two)

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