#He's so earnest and he's trying his best 🥹

[manicmouse]

The wings they brought back the wings?!?!

[alwritey-aphrodite]

hey hey hey!! im definitely back in my hunger games era too— sejanus is literally the love of my life😻 I was wondering if you could write something about snow having to basically force sejanus into asking out reader (shy pookie🥹) and it’s just fluff

if not that’s perfectly fine!! thank you so so much <33

There’s no actual asking out in this one, but I’ll happily write a part two!!

Sejanus Plinth was the closest thing Coriolanus had to a best friend, despite the fact that he’d never admit that to anyone. The boy was kind, thoughtful, smart, a whole laundry list of good qualities that seemed slightly buried under the fact that he was an upstart. Maybe all those good qualities are cultivated in the districts, because Coryo couldn’t think of many other students at the academy who shared Sejanus’s attributes.

Except for you, of course, with your sweet smiles and kind words and exceptional brain, but your cunning and determination to come out on top was all capital. Sejanus was head over heels for you, anyone could see, and everyone did see, if the snickers from Arachne and Festus were to be trusted. Sejanus would never say anything, though, would never make a move, because it seems like his entire brain shuts down whenever you’re near, reducing him to a stuttering, blushing mess.

Coryo had tried his best to let his friend handle it on his own, but there are only so many times he can watch Sejanus’s failed attempts at small talk with you before he considers never coming back to school, if only so he won’t need to pat Sejanus on the back and tell him he did great. After months and months of standing on the sidelines and whispering encouragement, he was taking matters into his own hands.

Walking out of the academy building side by side with Sejanus, Coryo was unsurprised to hear the crunch of footsteps running up behind them, trying to catch up.

“Sejanus!” You called out once you were close enough not to shout for all of the capital to hear, rushing the rest of the way when the boys stop and turn. You're out of breath but grinning, in the middle of shrugging your bag off of your shoulder.

“I found that book you wanted, but I definitely wasn’t supposed to take it out of the library so please be super careful,” you tell Sejanus with a smile, arm outstretched with the aforementioned book in your hand. Your smile falls though as the boy's face clouds with confusion, brows drawing down and a slight pout forming on his lips.

“I didn’t ask for a book,” Sejanus says, too deep into his confusion to be nervous to speak to you and too desperate to remedy the crestfallen expression on your face to realize Coryo was slowly inching away.

“Coryo said you needed it, asked if I could bring it to you,” you explain, the book falling limp in your hand. The two of you turn your attention to the blond boy, who’s only made it a few steps away from you. He shrugs, the picture of innocence and nonchalance, before turning and heading on his way, not even giving you or Sejanus the opportunity to say anything more, let alone goodbye.

“I can take it, though, so you don’t get in trouble,” Sejanus offers after a few seconds of silence, cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink from more than just the chill in the air.

“That’s alright, I’ll just bring it back tomorrow,” you stuff the book into your bag before slinging it back onto your shoulders and smiling at Sejanus, grin growing wider when he smiles back.

“Let me walk you home? It gets dark so quickly now and I don’t want you to have any trouble, with the stolen book and all,” he rambles, trying and failing to be casual, but he’s earnest and funny without even trying and really, you’d do anything to spend just a few more minutes with him.

The two of you walk home, hands swinging and dangerously close to touching, and the more you talk, the more Sejanus’s nerves seem to melt away. Sure, he’s still a little nervous and finds you delightfully intimidating, but he’s able to make his way through conversations and he even makes you laugh a few times, a sound he wants to bottle up and listen to for the rest of his life.

Once you reach your door, though, and you press a kiss to his cheek to thank him for taking you home, he’s right back at square one, a blushing mess that takes a minute to process what had happened on your doorstep before he’s able to move again, and all he’s able to think about for the rest of the night is you and what he needs to do for you to kiss him again.

[blindmagdalena]

homie and s/o playing the no touching game and obvs homelander loses 🥹🥹💕💕

Homelander's eyes are narrowed. "So... what would I win?" You can't help but laugh at his suspicion over such an innocuous little game. "You win the game," you say again, though it's not helping his comprehension any, so you elaborate. "It's just a game! You play it for the sake of playing it, and whoever wins, wins."

"Why would I want to win the game of not touching you?" He asks, clearly unimpressed by the thought. You sigh, though it's out of amusement more than exasperation. "You don't have to play. Go ahead," you say, holding your hand out to him. "I'm happy to win." Homelander recoils from you. "No."

You grin, dropping your hand. "Okay. Game on."

For the rest of the day, the two of you dance around one another like the other is radioactive, while also trying to trick contact. You try to ambush him a couple of times, try to fool him into bumping into you from around the corner, but between his super hearing and ability to literally see through walls, you're quickly humbled.

Similarly, Homelander does his best to beat you at your own game. He pads silently behind you, waits for you to back into him. He very nearly gets you when he utters a grave, "Oh, fuck." at his phone.

"What's wrong?" You ask, leaning over to look. You only just stop yourself from putting an assuring hand on his arm. You yank your hand back, and realize he has a video ready to play on his phone. "Rick Astley? Really?" You say, rolling your eyes with a smile as you turn away. "I regret teaching you internet culture."

"Almost had you."

"Keep dreaming!"

As the day progresses, however, you notice less and less humor in his attempts. In fact, on the last one, you see a tightness in his jaw that makes you realize he may actually be getting sincerely upset.

Time to end things. The next time he makes his move, you decide you'll fall for it. It'll have to be convincing, of course, but you're confident you can make enough of a show to-

You're mid thought when two powerful arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back with enough force to make you yelp. You feel him nuzzle in at the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His grip flexes on you, makes you feel like one of those stress relief balls. You put your hands on his arms, rubbing gently as you give a breathless little laugh. "You okay?"

"Stupid game," he grumbles, nudging your ear with his nose.

"That's a shame, I was about to let you win. I missed you."

"You did?" He asks, voice still low, still a touch grouchy, but with an unmistakable note of earnest hope.

"Yes," you assure him, biting back another small laugh. You twist around in his grip when he allows for it, and slip your arms around his neck. "Did you miss me?"

He kisses you, swift and firm. You make a noise against him that only encourages him deeper, has him clutching the back of your neck in one hand while the other snakes around your waist, holding you close.

"Stupid question, too," he murmurs, words warm against your lips. You grin, kissing him again.

"I'll take that as a yes."

[27emailsicantsend]

I’ve been obsessively watching every new rina youtube edit that comes out and this has me spiraling. Ricky saying that finding the drama club is the best thing that’s ever happened to him — it literally gave him the love of his life. Also the emphasis of the principal telling Gina to find something she likes about this school and not to break it — it explains why Gina was so sad throughout all of 2A. She thought she had broken the only thing she liked, the only person who ever saw her. I feel like people say she dismissed her feelings for EJ really quickly but it really seems like she was just almost tricking herself into trying to imitate what she had with Ricky with the next person who seemingly cared or saw her. And it didn’t work out because as much as EJ showed her ample kindness in season2, he was never Ricky. Anyway, sorry for the long ask. It’s just crazy seeing compilations of so many small moments that really put everything in place. Just like Tim revealing there was a planned kiss at homecoming. The edit if you wanna see https://youtu.be/s_8SQVMrtko?si=O57f-GMuATdYWkzH

I just watched it and the little montage at the end was soooo 🥹🥹 ugh I don’t think I will ever love a ship as much as I love rina!!! And that’s exactly what I think happened with gina too! I know she was trying so hard to move on from ricky, but it’s obvious her feelings for him were still there deep into s2. She literally tells jack about her broken heart the same episode Elton shows up with crusty granola bar. But how do you move on from the best thing you ever had? You don’t. Gina never asked for the hat back from ricky. That is all the evidence I need that she still held onto some hope that he would come back around. But like ricky trying to replace gina with lily, it’s just not the same and both of them knew it. That’s why it’s so interesting gina used the same wording from her break up speech with ej in her confessional to ricky. She wanted ej to make her feel like a “yes”. She wanted that constant… because it’s what she had with ricky. But ricky isn’t just the guy who shows up (something EJ made very clear he is), ricky is the guy who stays around. He was everything ej was and more. Like you said, EJ tried s2 and I won’t discredit that, but he’s not ricky in the end.

And that 4x06 flashback changed everything imo. Every scene I watch for rina is so different now with that in mind. The homecoming fight, gina holding so tight to ricky s1, how ricky was able to let his guard down so easily around gina (and vice-versa), Gina’s earnest attempts at getting nini kicked from the show so she could be gabriella… I could go on and on, but it added a completely different layer to every rina interaction.

It’s no wonder we all start spiraling when we think about this stuff, because it’s meant to! The meta literally feels like it never ends. It’s amazing how in depth and thought out this ship really is. That’s why I said earlier I don’t think I will ever love a couple as much as I love them. I’ve never seen two characters more perfectly crafted to be together. They’re actually soul mates.

[homesickwhispers]

challenge. (part 6.)

(Van x Reader.)

You finally complete 2 months without smoking and Van is ready to give you your prize in the best way possible.

warning: NSFW content.

goodbye to one of my fave stories ever. 🥹

As I was sleeping, I felt someone’s weight pressing down on my bed, and I instantly opened my eyes.

“What the—”

“Happy two months, love!” Van exclaimed, showering me with kisses just the way I liked him to.

“Van!” I laughed, my heart racing.

“I couldn’t wait until the morning to see ya… I’m so proud of you,” he said, his voice warm and genuine.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Van,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but the truth was, I didn’t want to imagine where I’d be without him.

He pulled back slightly, looking at me with those deep, earnest eyes that made me feel so seen. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve come so far, and you did it all on your own. I just got to be here to cheer you on.”

I smiled at him, warmth spreading through my chest. “It means a lot that you were here, really.”

He grinned and ran a hand through his hair, a habit of his that always made him look even more disheveled and handsome. “I can’t wait to celebrate together.”

“I can’t wait either… but we still have a show today, Rockstar” I reminded him, the reality of our busy schedule pulling me back to earth.

Van sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed. “Ugh, I guess we have to work first, huh?”

“Unfortunately,” I chuckled, “but it’ll be worth it later. Just think of the celebration we can have after the show.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas that’ll definitely make it a night to remember.”

“Seriously, Van..I’m so happy.,” I said smiling. “It feels so surreal. Two months ago, this felt impossible for me. And look where we are now.”

“I know what you mean,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow. “You’ve grown so much, and watching you find your footing in this world… it’s honestly inspiring.”

A flutter of happiness stirred inside me at his words. “I couldn’t have done it without your support. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

Van’s expression softened, and he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ve always had it in you. You just needed someone to remind you of that.”

I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks. “Thank you, really. I feel like I’m finally starting to find my place again.”

“Good. Because I’m not letting you go back to that doubt,” he said playfully, feigning a serious expression. “We have to keep moving forward. No looking back.”

“Deal,” I agreed, grinning at his infectious energy. “But right now, let’s rest for the show. Don’t want my singer tired.”

“Right,” he said, rolling off the bed and stretching, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a hint of his toned abdomen. I couldn’t help but admire him, feeling lucky to be right here, right now.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“No, I’m actually a bit sick of your face right know,” I said, playfully rolling my eyes, though I knew deep down I wanted him to stay.

He laughed, leaning closer again, a playful glint in his eye. “Oh really? So you wouldn’t miss me if I left?”

“Not at all,” I teased, biting my lip to hide my smile.

“Liar,” he said with mock seriousness. “You’d miss me too much.”

“Sleep, Van. Now.” I said, faking an angry expression. “Rockstars also need to rest, you know?”

He put a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “How dare you question my rockstar status?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I just want to make sure you’re in top shape for the show. Can’t have you out there forgetting the lyrics because you stayed up too late.”

“Fair point,” he said, finally relenting. “I’ll get some sleep… for your sake.” He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on my forehead. “But only because I know we won’t be getting any tonight.”

With that, he settled back against the pillows, the corners of his mouth still curving into a smile. As he closed his eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Just a few months ago, I never would have imagined sleeping and waking up like this, and I was grateful for every moment we shared.

Since the moment we woke up, Van didn’t leave my side, his hand on mine all day, only drifting apart when I had to go on stage to check on everything. The excitement in the air was palpable as we prepared for the show, and I was grateful for Van’s presence, feeling a boost of confidence just knowing he was there.

As I moved around the stage, focusing on the equipment, I suddenly felt someone right behind me.

“Shit Nick! You scared me,” I said, turning to see him standing there with a curious expression.

“Sorry, (Y/N). I was just checking out the stage,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Oh yeah..I was trying to figure this one out.” I pointed to an old monitor that seemed to be malfunctioning. “He’s been a pain these last few gigs”

“Let me see what I can do,” Nick said, stepping closer to inspect the issue.

As he knelt down, I felt a flicker of unease. This monitor had been problematic before, and I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that it would cause trouble during the show.

Just then, I caught a glimpse of Van watching from the side of the stage, his eyes fixed on me. The warmth of his gaze washed over me, and I found myself smiling despite the worry creeping in.

“This might be more complicated than I thought,” Nick said, his brow furrowing as he examined the wires.

“Do you think it’ll hold up for the performance?” I asked, crossing my fingers.

“I’ll do my best. If it doesn’t, we can always improvise. You know how it goes,” he said with a shrug, his tone reassuring.

“Yeah, I just hope it doesn’t mess with the sound. The crowd will notice,” I replied, glancing back at Van again, who had stepped closer, sensing my anxiety.

“Hey,” he called out, his voice steady. “Everything okay over there?”

I knew Van always felt a bit more conscious when I was around Nick, especially after our chat last week.

“Just some technical stuff,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Nick is on it, though.”

Van walked over, his presence immediately grounding me. “Let me know if you need help,” he said, leaning against the side of the monitor, his hand brushing against mine for a brief moment.

I felt my heart race at the contact, grateful for his support. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Always,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with encouragement.

Nick glanced up. “Looks like you’ve got your own personal cheerleader.”

“Nick…I–“

“It’s okay, (Y/N). I’m glad he is finally stepping up. You’re too good to be in anyone’s shadow.”

“I appreciate that,” I said, kneeling down next to him. “I didn’t forget what happened, and I still feel bad. I’m really trying to get better, Nick.”

“I know,” he said, his expression softening. “And you will.”

As Nick worked on the monitor, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. He was right; I was making progress, and with Van by my side, I felt unstoppable. I glanced up at him, who was watching us with a proud smile.“Thanks for believing in me,” I added, genuinely grateful for his support.

Nick nodded, focusing on the wires

“Why don’t you go run through the setlist with him? I’ll handle this.”

“Good idea,” I said, feeling a rush of excitement. “Thanks, Nick. I owe you a lot.”

“Just do your thing out there,” he replied, waving me off.

I turned to Van, who was still leaning against the monitor, his eyes shining with pride. “Ready to run through the setlist?” I asked.

“I’ll follow your lead, lady.” he replied, stepping closer, his hand finding mine once more.

As we prepared for the show, the excitement around us swirled, and Van was in his element—his energy contagious. I felt that familiar rush of adrenaline mixed with pride as I watched him.

Everything was in its place, the soundcheck going smoothly, and for the first time in two months, I felt a sense of calm. Nick stood beside me, glancing between me and Van with a knowing look.

“He’s kind of class, isn’t he?” Nick mused, nodding toward Van on stage.

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart full. “The best,” I whispered, feeling that rush of love and admiration all over again.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd roared as the band started their set. The energy in the venue was electric, and I was caught up in the moment, cheering along with everyone else.

Van was captivating, his voice strong and sure as he moved through song after song. But just as they were about to start the next track, Van paused, his hand resting on the mic stand, eyes searching the crowd until they found mine.

“I want to dedicate this next one to a very special person,” he said, his voice warm and steady, but his gaze held something more—something personal.

My heart stopped, and my breath caught in my throat as he smiled, and the first chords of “Anything” rang out. That song. I hadn’t expected it, and the rush of emotion hit me hard. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over as I stood frozen, overwhelmed by the gesture.

As Van’s voice poured through the speakers, singing words that felt like they were meant only for me, it felt as though time slowed down.

The crowd disappeared, and it was just the two of us, his voice wrapping around me like a promise, reminding me of all the moments we’d shared, the struggles we’d overcome, and the quiet, unspoken bond that had grown between us.

Nick nudged me lightly, breaking the trance. “You okay?” he asked, his tone soft.

I nodded, wiping the tears that had slipped free. “Yeah… I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Nick gave me a small smile and patted my shoulder.

As the song drew to a close, Van’s eyes found mine again, a quiet smile playing on his lips. The intensity of his gaze made my heart flutter, and I couldn’t help but smile back, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

After the set, I found him backstage, his face flushed from the performance. He looked at me with a mixture of pride and nervousness, like he was waiting for me to say something.

“You… you didn’t have to do that,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.

“I wanted to,” he replied softly, stepping closer, his hand reaching for mine. “You mean everything to me.”

I looked up at him, my heart swelling, and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel the weight of doubt or fear. I just felt love. Pure, undeniable love.

“You mean everything to me too, Van. That was beautiful.” I said, hugging him.

We stayed like that for a moment, holding each other, letting the world outside fade into the background. The noise of the venue, the people milling around—it all disappeared, leaving just us. My heart still raced from the song, but now, it was calm, a quiet certainty settling over me.

When we finally pulled back, Van brushed a thumb over my cheek, wiping away the last traces of my tears. “Didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said with a small, teasing grin.

I laughed softly. “Yes you did!You always know how to get me emotional.”

“That’s my job, isn’t it?” he said, winking. “To make you feel things?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, but the truth was, he was right. He had this way of making me feel everything so intensely—love, joy, nervousness. With him, there was no middle ground, just extremes. And I loved him for it.

As we stood there, the buzz of the show still in the air, I realized how far we had come in these last two months. All the struggles, the doubts, the moments of confusion—they had all led us to this point. A point where I could look at Van and know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was my person.

“Come on, love.” he said, pulling me gently by the hand. “Let’s go celebrate.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Celebrate how?”

A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Oh, you’ll see!”

“You’re really planning this out, huh?” I teased.

He shrugged, looking proud of himself. “You deserve the best.”

As we left the venue, the cool night air hitting our skin, I leaned into Van, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. Not just for him, but for the journey we’d been on. For the way we found each other in the chaos, and how we kept finding each other, no matter what.

As we walked down the street, hand in hand, the lights of the city twinkling around us, I couldn’t help but think that for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t scared of what came next. I was excited.

We walked peacefully through the quiet streets, the night wrapping around us like a soft blanket. Van’s hand in mine was such a new, exciting feeling that I couldn’t help but flush every time I glanced down at our intertwined fingers. It felt different now—like we were finally crossing into something more. We really looked like a couple.

“I think this is it,” Van said, letting go of my hand for a brief moment to pat his pockets, searching for something.

I raised an eyebrow, curious as he unlocked the door to a place I hadn’t noticed until now. The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed softly in the stillness, and when the door swung open, I let out a small gasp.

“What is this?” I asked, stepping forward into the warm, dimly lit room.

Van smiled, closing the door behind us. “I booked it for us. This night is just for the two of us, (Y/N). No distractions, no interruptions.”

I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. The space was intimate, with candles flickering on the windowsills and a soft, inviting atmosphere that made me feel instantly at ease. The quiet hum of the city outside seemed miles away, and for the first time in a while, everything felt still—like time had paused just for us.

“You… booked this for us?” I repeated, still trying to process what was happening.

He nodded, his gaze warm and steady. “I wanted to do something special. You’ve been through a lot, and I just wanted tonight to be about us. No shows, no crowds. Just you and me.”

My chest swelled with emotion, and I felt the weight of his words settle over me in the most comforting way. It was as if all the walls I had built around myself were slowly crumbling, and here, in this moment, I allowed myself to fully feel how much I wanted this—how much I wanted him.

I stepped closer to him, feeling the pull between us like a magnetic force. “This is perfect, Van,” I whispered, my voice soft and full of gratitude.

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to spend a night like this with you for a while.”

I blushed, the intensity of his gaze making my stomach flip. “I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied, his voice low and reassuring. “Just… be here with me.”

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me that was both calming and exhilarating. Van took my hand again, leading me further into the room where a cozy seating area awaited us. He sat down first, gently tugging me to join him, and I settled into his arms, feeling the safety of his embrace.

For a few moments, we just sat there, the soft glow of the candles illuminating his face. His eyes never left mine, and I felt like I could get lost in the tenderness that radiated from him.

“This… this is more than I ever expected,” I whispered, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath me.

Van pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You deserve it, (Y/N). You deserve more than just pieces of me, or pieces of this life. I want to give you everything.”

I looked up at him, and for the first time, I allowed myself to fully believe him. To believe that we could have this, that we could be together without the weight of doubt dragging me down.

And in that moment, with the city outside fading into a blur, it felt like we could make it work—like maybe this was the beginning of something beautiful.

“And I’m going to start with this,” Van said, pulling a small box from his pocket. My breath caught in my throat as he opened it to reveal half of a golden moon necklace—an exact match to the one he wore around his neck.

The delicate curve of the half-moon glinted in the candlelight, and I realized it was meant to fit perfectly with the other half on his chest. My heart swelled at the thought, and when I looked up at him, his eyes were soft, filled with a depth of emotion that made my pulse race.

“You complete me, (Y/N),” he said quietly, gesturing to the necklace on his chest. “I’m so proud of you, and I want to keep being here for you. Every step of the way.”

“Van, this is beautiful,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I reached out to touch the necklace. My hands were shaking, overwhelmed by the significance of the moment. It was more than just a piece of jewelry—it was a promise, a symbol of everything we had become, and everything we could be.

“And it’s yours,” Van said, his voice filled with sincerity as he placed the necklace in my palm.

I felt tears well up in my eyes, the weight of his words wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

Slowly, I lifted the necklace, watching as Van reached out to help me fasten it around my neck. When it settled against my chest, it felt right—like it had always been meant to be there.

Our eyes met again, and in that moment, it wasn’t just the necklace that connected us. It was everything—the trust, the support, the quiet understanding that had been building between us all this time.

“I love it,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Van smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my forehead. “Good. Because I meant every word.”

Van pulled back slightly after kissing my forehead, his eyes searching mine with a warmth that made my heart flutter. There was a softness in his expression, but also a seriousness that I hadn’t seen before. He took a deep breath, still holding my hand, his thumb gently brushing against my skin.

“(Y/N),” he began, his voice low and steady. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and… I don’t want to wait anymore.”

I felt my breath catch, the weight of his words settling between us. My heart pounded as he continued, his gaze never leaving mine.

“I don’t just want to be the guy you tour with or the one you have these moments with,” he said, his tone sincere and unwavering. “I want to be the guy you call yours. Officially. I want to be your boyfriend, if you’ll have me.”

My heart swelled, a mix of excitement and disbelief washing over me. I’d felt the pull between us for so long, but hearing him say the words made everything feel real, like something I had dared not imagine was finally unfolding.

“You… you really mean that?” I whispered, barely able to contain the smile that was tugging at my lips.

“More than anything,” he replied, his voice filled with certainty. “I want to be with you, (Y/N). For real.”

A wave of emotion rushed through me, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Yes,” I breathed, nodding quickly. “Yes, I want that too. I want you.”

Van’s face lit up, his smile broad and genuine as he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.

I laughed softly, feeling a sense of peace and excitement all at once. “I think I might have an idea.”

Van pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes shining. “So, it’s official?” he asked, a playful glint in his gaze.

“It’s official,” I confirmed, my heart soaring as he kissed me softly.

As we pulled apart I glanced around the room, taking in the soft glow of the lights, the intimacy of the space he had chosen just for us. My chest tightened with emotion as I looked back at him. “This is all so beautiful, Van,” I whispered. “I didn’t expect any of this.”

He held my gaze, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. “You mean everything to me, and I wanted to show you that. I want this night to be the start of something even more special between us.”

I smiled, feeling a lump form in my throat. “You’ve already given me more than I ever thought I’d have, just by being here.”

Van leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss. “Then let me keep doing that,” he whispered against my lips. “Every day, for as long as you’ll let me.”

I couldn’t resist any longer and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. “Take me to bed,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Van paused for a moment, his eyes searching mine, making sure he understood exactly what I was asking for. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering softly against my cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice gentle, full of care.

I nodded, my heart racing. “I’ve never been more sure.”

He smiled, a look of both love and desire crossing his face. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in to kiss me again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every second of it.

Without breaking the kiss, Van scooped me up into his arms, carrying me towards the bed. The way he held me made me feel cherished, safe. When he gently laid me down on the bed, he hovered over me for a moment, just looking at me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his fingers tracing the outline of my face.

My heart swelled at his words, and I felt a warmth bloom in my chest. “I love you, Van,” I whispered.

He smiled again, leaning down to kiss me tenderly. “I love you,” he whispered softly “I want this to be perfect for you.”

“It’s already perfect because it’s you.”

As he kissed me deeply, his hands explored my body with a slow, deliberate tenderness, and I felt a wave of anticipation wash over me.

We were finally going to share this moment, and it felt like everything had led to this, as if this was where we were always meant to end up.

“We don’t have to rush,” Van murmured against my lips, his voice gentle and reassuring. “I’ll go at your pace.”

His hands slid down my side, brushing the edge of my panties, and a delicious shiver ran through me. “Are you ready for this?”

I nodded, biting my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to slip out. “Yeah,” I whispered.

Van’s eyes locked on mine, his gaze burning with heat as he teased me, the thin fabric of my panties rubbing against my clit in a way that sent sparks shooting through me. He kissed me again, his tongue twining with mine as he slowly dipped his fingers under the edge of my underwear.

“Oh God,” I gasped as his fingertips brushed over my clit, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body.

He pressed soft kisses along my jaw as he teased me with his hand, his fingers slowly playing over my clit, drawing out every drop of pleasure he could. I clung to him, feeling overwhelmed, and yet still wanting more.

“Van,” I whimpered, my head tilting back, my eyes fluttering closed.

“You okay?” He whispered, his voice still raspy, his hand stilling slightly. “Is this okay?”

I nodded, a soft moan slipping from my lips as he slowly continued his gentle teasing. “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Feels so good.”

He leaned in, sucking softly at my neck, drawing out another shudder of pleasure. His fingers began moving again, this time more insistently, rubbing against my clit as he kissed me deeply.

Van’s lips curved into a slow smile as he leaned down, his mouth closing over my nipple. I gasped, my hands going to the back of his head, holding him close as he licked and sucked at my skin.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Van rasped, his breath hot against my breast. “Your tits are so pretty, baby.”

I moaned, the praise sending another wave of desire through me. His mouth felt incredible on my skin, the rasp of his tongue and the gentle tug of his teeth sending heat pulsing through my core.

“Fuck,” I whispered, arching my back, my hips grinding upward involuntarily.

He chuckled, his breath sending goosebumps over my skin. “Are you trying to rub your pretty pussy all over me?” He asked, nuzzling his face into my chest.

I felt my face flush with heat, and I nodded. “Yes.”

He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and I cried out, the feeling of his wet heat on my skin overwhelming me. My clit pulsed with each beat of my heart, and my legs trembled beneath him.

I gasped into the kiss, feeling my legs begin to tremble. It felt like my entire body was on fire, every part of me yearning for more, aching for release. His name slipped from my lips as his fingers pressed more firmly against me, stroking over my clit with a rhythm that had my toes curling into the bedding.

“Van,” I cried out, the sensation building in me, a delicious pressure that threatened to break at any second.

“That’s it,” he breathed against my lips. “Let go, love”

His words pushed me over the edge, the pressure inside me snapping like a thread pulled too tight. I arched under him, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as I rode out the waves of ecstasy that surged through me.

As I came down from the high, my pulse slowly steadying, Van pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, holding me close. “You look so beautiful right now.”

I smiled shyly, feeling like I was floating. “You make me feel amazing.”

Van smiled back, his eyes soft, filled with affection. “You do the same for me.” He stroked my cheek gently. “Are you ready to take this further?”

I nodded, feeling a thrill run through me at the thought of what was still to come. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Van pressed a soft kiss to the curve of my shoulder and continued to stroke over my clit, his fingers teasing me slowly, deliberately.

“Can I taste you?” He murmured, his gaze flicking up to mine.

I nodded quickly, my mouth drying out as he lowered himself between my thighs.

The first flick of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I bit my lip, stifling the cry of surprise that threatened to escape. He licked over me again, this time with a more deliberate, insistent pressure.

“Oh,” I gasped, my hands grasping at his hair as his tongue danced over me. “Feels so good, Van.”

He hummed softly, the vibration sending another rush of pleasure through me. His mouth was hot on me, his tongue sliding over my sensitive skin with a rhythm that threatened to undo me at any moment.

I moaned loudly, my back arching as he continued to lick over me, sending wave after wave of sensation through me. He pulled back briefly, just long enough to press a kiss against my inner thigh.

“God, I could eat you all night,” he murmured.

The words sent a shiver through me, and he continued to tease my sensitive flesh, drawing out the pleasure until I felt like I was going to explode.

He slowly sucked over my clit, his mouth pulling me into his rhythm, and my hands twisted in his hair, holding him close as I trembled with pleasure.

“Van,” I gasped, the pressure washing down on me once more.

As the feeling slowly ebbed, I felt like I was melting, my limbs like liquid as I lay limp on the bed. Van pulled back, his lips shiny with my wetness as he looked up at me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his expression filled with admiration. “You taste so good.”

My cheeks flushed at his words, and I couldn’t stop a soft laugh from slipping out. “You’re amazing,” I said, my voice still slightly raspy from all the panting.

Van climbed up my body, his lips meeting mine in a deep, lingering kiss that left my head spinning. “No,” he murmured. “That was you.”

As our lips separated, he reached over to the bedside table, pulling open the top drawer. I watched with wide eyes as he took out a condom, ripping the foil open with his teeth before sliding it onto his shaft.

I swallowed thickly, my pulse racing once more as he lowered his body over mine, settling his weight between my thighs. “How do you want it?” He asked, his voice strained with tension as his erection nudged at my entrance.

“I want you,” I said simply. “However you want.”

A soft growl sounded in the back of Van’s throat, and he leaned in to kiss me as he slowly began to push inside me.

The sensation was both overwhelming and exquisite, the feeling of him filling me sending a rush of pleasure through every part of my body. It was a stretch, but not uncomfortable, and I felt like my whole body had been waiting for this moment to come alive.

“Oh,” I moaned, the sound slipping from my lips as Van slid in deeper.

His gaze was intense as he looked into my eyes. “How’s it feel?” He asked, the words coming out between ragged breaths.

I licked my lips, my pulse pounding. “It feels… incredible,” I whispered.

Van groaned softly, and then began to move, his body rocking against mine with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me panting within seconds. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire as he thrust deeper, sending shockwaves of sensation through every part of me.

“Oh,” I cried out, his name slipping from my lips unbidden. “Oh, oh, oh.”

Van continued to move slowly, his movements controlled and deliberate, as if he wanted to draw out every second of pleasure. His hands stroked over my body, teasing at my skin as he rocked against me with a rhythm that seemed designed to drive me wild.

“God,” I moaned, my head tilting back as he thrust deeper. “This feels so good.”

“I know, baby,” he panted. “Your cunt feels so fucking good.”

His words sent another jolt of sensation through me, and a desperate moan tore from my lips. “Fuck,” I panted, my legs tightening around his waist.

Van pulled back slightly, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifted them. “I want to see you,” he breathed. “I want to watch me fucking you.”

The dirty talk had my insides melting, and I nodded quickly as I felt the change in position. He slid out of me for a second, and then pushed back in, deeper this time, his hips snapping against mine with a rough rhythm that left me breathless.

“Holy shit,” I cried out, clinging to his shoulders as he pounded me harder, his cock driving deep inside me with each thrust.

“You look fucking beautiful,” Van panted, his eyes locked on where his shaft disappeared inside me. “Your pussy looks so perfect taking my cock.”

His filthy words had my cheeks flushing, but I felt nothing but arousal at his crude talk. “Yes,” I moaned.

He groaned at my words, his hips pumping harder against mine as he fucked me with an intensity that threatened to overwhelm. “God,” I screamed, my body arching under his, my hands twisting in the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” Van growled, his eyes burning with heat as they locked on mine. “Come for me. Let me feel you clench around my cock.”

The pressure inside me snapped, and I cried out his name as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I felt like I was trembling apart, the sensation coursing through my entire body with a force that left me breathless. Van didn’t relent, his hips continuing to thrust against mine as he drew out every ounce of pleasure”

Finally, he stilled, his breathing ragged and hoarse as he looked down at me. “That was fucking incredible,” he panted.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “You made it incredible.”

He smiled softly, leaning in to kiss me deeply. “I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered.

“I love you too.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. “More than words can say. More than anything.”

Van hugged me back, holding me tight, the two of us lying on the bed in silence for several moments, basking in the warm glow that surrounded us. Eventually, he pulled back, stripping off the condom before disposing of it in the bin. He then pulled on his boxer shorts and settled back beside me.

His arms came around me once more, pulling me flush against his body as he buried his face in my neck. “I’m so grateful for this,” he murmured against my skin. “For us, and for our love. You make everything brighter, (Y/N). I hope you know that.”

I smiled, feeling my heart swell with emotion. “You’re pretty great yourself,” I whispered back. “And you make me feel incredible in ways I never thought possible. I’m the lucky one here.”

Van’s arms tightened around me, holding me even closer to him as we both drifted into a light sleep.

The feeling of being safe, loved, and cherished was overwhelming, and I knew in that moment that this was where I was meant to be.

It wasn’t the cigarettes I craved anymore—it was him. The warmth of his presence, the way his eyes lingered on me like I was the only thing that mattered, the way his touch sent shivers down my spine.

And it was exactly what I needed. Exactly what I wanted.

And exactly what I had.

[ofmermaidstories]

61😎

how could u do this to me anon. 💀 i need everyone IMMEDIATELY to promise not to laugh‼️ right now ‼️‼️

61. do you want to build a snowman? — disney’s circle of stars

elsa, please i know you’re in there,

people are asking where you’ve been

they say “have courage” and i’m trying to,

i’m right out here for you—

please just let me in

tbh i don’t really think about anything to this song, beyond belting out the lyrics. 💀 it’s a BOP!! but if i had to write something for it, it’d be… hmm… arranged marriage AU! fantasy. we’re the foreign bride that’s been promised to the prince of this tiny nation; he’s very earnest and friendly and likes to talk very fast about a lot of things, but we find our homesickness eased by his enthusiasm. 🥺 he brings us books to help us learn about his culture, he brings us books about our own kingdom, he talks about a hundred and one different things—except our impeding marriage. 💀 that bricks him up IMMEDIATELY!!! makes him very shy. 🥺 he turns BEET RED!!! but eventually he asks us to marry him—properly asks us, when we’re walking together along the sea shore near the palace, maybe. and it makes us so happy. 🥹 like maybe we can be happy in this match—

but then the king, this lanky, too-tall giant of a man with his wild blond hair, goes on a voyage. 🥺 he takes a small, armed contingency with him; the best of the best, including our fiancé’s childhood best friend, who’s rough and loud and likes cursing at everyone. our fiancé is sooo anxious, being left behind—but he has our wedding to worry about, and someone has to stay for the kingdom. 🥺 anyways. maybe a couple of months or so later he receives word that their ship never made it—supposedly wiped out in a fierce, icy storm. 🥺 he’s devastated. locks himself away in his rooms, falling apart, and won’t let anyone close—not his advisers, not his noble friends, not us.

we’re devastated for him—and he won’t even let us in. 🥺 maybe after begging at his door we just start—keeping vigil there. waiting for him. 🥺 pressing our chin against our knees as a lone candle flickers next to us, in the gloom. unsure of what to do or how to help him. 🥺

[badedramay]

Loving yunhi so much now. Love the zulfi and Iqbal track. Love Kim and Dawood’s banter. I love how there’s a back and forth between them — that it’s not just a linear growth to their love. There’s an ebb and flow.

I loved how Kim *is* rubbing off on him and he doesn’t even properly realize it yet. I was getting worried that there would be an uneven dawood making Kim a better person without any reciprocation but the Surayya storyline has opened up everything. Even he thinks his sister shouldn’t marry a guy if she’s saying she doesn’t want to, and who knows if he would’ve ever said that if Kim didn’t tell him literally four times that this isn’t a good idea. From how his mother seemed shocked at his resistance, he probably would’ve never said anything pre-Kim. I hope Dawood learns that Kim hasn’t spoken to Surayya at all about this and that Surayya’s hesitation is all her own, to solidify surayya’s feelings and to validate Kim’s concerns.

Also loved the fact that even Kim said dawood shouldn’t have been forced to marry her. It’s her own marriage but kim can still read others for filth. Love it.

Now if only the silly TB comparisons could stop. Seriously the two dramas aren’t anything alike — not even superficially.

We are humbly requesting the weekly Kim and Daood scene breakdown? 🥹

(it's so much easier for me to talk about the episode when someone else is chiming in with these beautiful insights! thank you kind anon#1! and thank you kind anon#2 for your weekly check in! <3)

yaaar Kim&Dawood are just so endearing for me! i keep giggling and awwwing over all their interactions. the way they switch from honest and harmless banter to talking about serious issues without losing their calm. it's just so...PEACEFUL. the one thing i wanted from them was for them to learn from each other and I am so happy to see that happen! Dawood in the last scene..the moment he found out about Suraiya's refusal for the rishta understood immediately what Kim was trying to say. and he did try to advocate for his sister but of course his lifelong obedience towards "badon ke faislay" wouldn't go away literally overnight. you are so right though. before Kim, Dawood wouldn't even have taken any interest in the matter. the man who didn't take interest in his OWN marriage and said yes to whoever his parents or grandfather said was going to be his wife..what interest would be take in finding out the like and dislike of his youngest sibling? that's just not a subject someone like Dawood had anything to do with. but Kim with the new perspective she has brought in his life made him aware that hey, not EVERYONE is okay with this obedience and such blind obedience isn't all that right either. it has negative repercussions and Dawood is living with them right in this moment! i am so glad we saw Dawood being visibly shaken by Kim's revelation that Suraiya was interested in someone. he couldn't wrap his head around this fact and was doing his best to reject this idea. but his reaction screamed that Kim's words had affected him. and why wouldn't they? Kim has never been NOT honest. and an honest person's words will stab anyone with a conscience.

I don't think Dawood doubts Kim when she says that she overhead Suraiya's confession by accident. gaaah! i am SO curious about how Suraiya's storyline will be handled. Kim with that elopement suggestion had me facepalming. I hope that's a misdirect. her cultural ignorance aside..i don't think she's THAT dumb to make this suggestion in earnest.

ek toh this epi served such beautiful Kim&Dawood moments! the whole conversation with them standing on the either side of the curtain? like what beautiful frame that was! the way it was symbolic to the differences that separate Kim and Dawood as individuals, while enough to keep them apart, aren't so strong that they cannot see each other with them between them. that their communication is still possible. that if they just make an effort, this veil separating them can be pushed aside so the two can be together. i just..uff! it was beautiful! again with the terrace scene..them communicating from a distance because they are standing on two opposite ends on an issue. BUT BUT BUT then comes the fajr namaz scene and they are again talking openly and peacefully again. THEIR 2 DAYS OF MARRIAGE HAS THEM SHOWING MORE MARRIED™ BEHAVIOR THAN MANY COUPLES WITH LONG MARRAIGES DON'T HAVE! Dawood praying for Kim??? PLEASE I WAS IN TEARS! then comes morning and Kim is already ready in her "fuzool" kapday and they are back to bickering. BUT THEIR BICKERING HAS SOME FLIRTING? BUT IT'S ALSO THEM TRYING TO MAKE EACH OTHER UNDERSTAND BUT NOT IN STRAIGHT WORDS WHAT'S TICKING THEM OFF ABOUT THE OTHER???? LIKE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO *EXPLAIN* WHAT THEY MAKE ME FEEL!!!! there's layers to them!!

and oh god..Dawood bypassing Kim and going straight to Allah to pray for her "hidawat" had me giggling but also weeping. it's just so beautiful!?!? like..you KNOW the feelings are real when someone makes your part of their prayers. and Kim is already in Dawood's prayers. and it's also so respectful for Kim as well. he isn't telling HER to change or become a certain way. he's just leaving it all to Allah that she turns over the Straight Path. being a Muslim, a practicing Muslim, is a BIG part of Dawood's character. of course he expects his wife to practice the religion on the basic levels. it'd have been OOC of him not to do that. like it'd have been OOC of him to be completely okay with Kim's agnostic (??) ways. of course he wouldn't FORCE the religion on her especially not after knowing why she's so against the religion because of her ugly experience. so he's doing what's actually instructed: to become so good in your aimaal that people get attracted to the goodness. this religion didn't become popular due to the might of the sword but due to the strength of its teachings. and Dawood will do that. he'll show Kim the beautiful side of the religion and little by little get her on the Right Side so they can walk the Path together both here in this world and in the hereafter. THIS IS ROMANCE PEOPLE..ROMANCE!!!

[seitmai]

I have an embarrassing amount of thoughts lol

Unshed tears burned at your eyes and your throat as he kissed your bare shoulder. He had to go back to work tomorrow. Your parents were arriving tomorrow night. There were so many things happening all at once, and you were overwhelmed even though you barely had to lift a finger with him taking care of so much. Bradley's breath was warm on your skin as you shivered, naked in the middle of the room. "I love you, Baby Girl. Get in the shower. You'll feel better."

He really knows what BG needs 🥺

He wrapped his muscular arm around you. "I did. Eventually. She started crying the first time I set her down, and then Tramp licked her through the crib which made her cry more. This parenting shit is exhausting."

Tramp get your act together!!

"She's great. Gets a little better at sleeping every night," he replied, scrolling through his photo gallery to show him a picture of Rose in her crib. Everyone and their mother seemed to stop him on his way to the locker room, and it was getting to the point where he was going to be late to the tarmac if everyone didn't shut up.

Bradley you are a dad now (the only one in the friend group?), this is your life now and you better show your gallery with pictures only full of pics of Rose proudly to anyone who asks!

"Damn! She's adorable," Javy said with a laugh. "Kind of makes me want one." "That's called 'baby fever'," Bradley said, tucking his phone away so he could pull on his flight suit. "Apparently it's a real thing and highly contagious. Want me to put a stop to it for you?"

Not don't ruin it!! Javys kids would be cute (and beautiful) and I would volunteer

"Wait, you made Hangman the godfather?" asked Mickey from the other side of the lockers. "Damn. That's pretty wild."

Hahah other people's reactions 😂

There was something kind of awful about coming back to work after a week off with just you and the baby, and he realized he was in a shitty mood as he took the long way outside to avoid everyone else. He missed Rose, and he missed making lunch for you. He was getting pretty good at smashing up the nasty avocado stuff and globbing it onto a perfectly toasted slice of overpriced bread. He really felt like he should still be there with you just in case you needed something. 

🥺🥺🥺

"There you are," Maverick said, pushing his aviators higher on his nose as Bradley hustled through the hangar. "How's little Rose?" He wanted to tell his godfather that it was bullshit that he had to be at work when he had an adorable nine day old daughter he could be playing with, but he bit his tongue. "She's great. Thanks for the stuffed animals. The goose and the rooster were a nice touch."

He just wants to be in dad and husband mode 🥺

You quickly yanked your dirty tank top back over your head, and as soon as you walked out into the living room, you started crying.

Relatable (and I don't have a newborn lol)

And so did your parents as they crowded around you, kissing your cheeks and looking at the baby in your arms.

🥰🥰🥰

"Did my pretty girls have a good day?" he asked, stroking your cheek with his thumb and smiling at you as if you looked like a fairy princess rather than an unfed, exhausted rat. 

He's the best 🥹🥰

He smelled a bit like jet fuel, and for some reason he was still wearing his flight suit even though he knew you couldn't have sex with him. "It was just really hard," you whispered, looking up at him like you needed him to understand without you having to explain it to him. Bradley glanced around at the pump parts in the kitchen and the spit up on the floor. He held you a little tighter as he nodded. "It was really hard for me, too. I just wanted to be here to try to make your day easier." Now you were crying in earnest as your mom and dad continued to make a fuss over the baby, but Bradley was already walking you backwards toward the hallway. "I'm sure the grandparents can hold down the fort while we take a little break?"

I just love that they understood each other without saying it and just help each other trough hard moments 🥺🫶🏻

It was like night and day for you. As soon as you were with him, everything felt better. More manageable. Like you could handle all of it. Bradley pressed his lips to your temple as you whispered, "I've been waiting for this moment all day."

🥰🥰🥰

You took Rose from her and handed the baby to Bradley before throwing your arms around your mom's neck. "Thank you," you whispered, voice shaking with an emotion that wasn't unpleasant. "All of this is really overwhelming." "We're here to help make it easier. Eat your sandwich."

BG's parents 🥹🥰🫶🏻

In fact, every single thing they did, they did with a smile on their face. They were absolutely loving this. And every so often, Bradley felt a pang of sadness associated with something he would never get to experience.

Carole and Goose would have thrived as grandparents too 🥺🥲

After this week, you were going to owe your parents big time, but when you went out to the living room, they appeared to be absolutely thriving. Your dad had a rattle and a crinkle toy in his hands, and Rose was reaching for them while your mom held her. Every time the baby moved an inch, they cheered.

I love when people really kinda blossom in their roles as grandparents, I see it with my aunt and uncle, they THRIVE with my cousin's son 🥰

You had to stifle your laughter as Bradley came in through the front door with a small bundle of flowers. "Where did you get those?" you asked him as you leaned down to give Rose a kiss on her cheek. "From the neighbor's shrub." When you gave him a concerned look, he added, "I asked first! I wanted you to have flowers for date night. I'm pretty sure it's important to keep the magic alive after you have a kid."

He's so silly and sweet 🥰🥹

"Where's my goddaughter?" Jake called over the music, and Bradley pursed his lips. "She's our designated driver," he replied. "She's waiting in the Bronco."

This cracked me up, the best answer 👏🏻

"My parents are visiting for the week. They insisted we go out and have a good time." "So you came to the Hard Deck?" Reuben asked, leaning in to give you a hug. "Rooster, take your wife and the mother of your child somewhere nicer next time."

Haha Reuben is so right for this 😂

Bradley turned in time to see Bob walking in, holding Maria's hand. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his glasses were a little crooked, and Bradley could tell instantly why they were just getting to the bar now even if the aircraft carrier docked this afternoon. At least they hadn't broken up over the deployment. 

Yes!!! 🥳

"Fuck," Bradley groaned as you reached for his hand and brought it up to your chest in the middle of the Hard Deck. "I don't think you should be wasting that." You smiled and asked, "Back seat of the Bronco then?" 

No answer needed 😌

"Holy fucking hell, you're so hot," he groaned, inching your sweater up and pulling it over your head. He was looking at you like you were a million dollar lottery prize with your stretched out belly and your nursing bra. He ran his hands up your hips to your waist, and he looked you in the eye as he said, "You're stunning."

You had no shame, head tossed back, whining his name as he wrapped his perfect lips around your other nipple and helped himself. You could feel the outline of the head of his cock through his jeans. He was hard. So hard. And he felt good against your clit. You had to be soaking through your cotton underwear and leggings, but he kept guiding your hips closer and closer.

🥵🥵🥵

You noticed he wasn't as hard now, and you took his chin in your palm, guiding his gaze to meet yours. "Did you cum?" "In my jeans," he confirmed with a nod. "I can't handle how fucking perfect you are." You felt powerful as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. "You literally made me cum in my pants, Sweetheart." You gave him a soft kiss. "And you didn't even break the center console."

Ahhh I love them and their love so much 😍🥰🤤

I would love to see like their first little outing as a family, like when they get the hang of being parents a little they take Rose to one of their special places for the first time 🥰

Aim for the Sky Part 18 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When grandparents come to visit, Rose gets spoiled silly, and you and Bradley get an opportunity to spend some time alone. You have doubts about your body, but being around your husband makes you feel as good as you hoped it would.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, messing around, DILF Roo

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

You were exhausted, and your breasts hurt. There was so much to do, and Rose wanted to eat constantly. Taking a twenty minute shower felt like a luxury, but your husband insisted on it when you started to cry in the kitchen. 

"Do you want some ginger ale?" he asked, tucking Rose into the baby carrier so she would hopefully fall asleep.

"Yeah," you replied, not really sure why you were crying. Bradley patted your butt and told you to go get in the shower, promising to bring the drink in for you.

While the water warmed up, you got undressed and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your body was like a deflated balloon, and you couldn't stop thinking about how weird you looked. Absolutely nothing was as tight as it used to be, and even your face looked unamused and annoyed. And every time you thought about how much you hated the way your body looked now, you got upset with yourself, because you had a beautiful daughter.

"You didn't get in the shower?"

You had you pull yourself out of your daze to meet Bradley's eyes in the mirror. He was holding a plastic cup, and Rose appeared to have finally fallen asleep. "Oh. I will." 

You were almost embarrassed to have him in the bathroom with you as you scrutinized your new bits of cellulite and stretch marks, but he simply wrapped his free arm around you from behind and whispered, "Take your time. I'm going to put Rose in her crib, and then we can watch a movie or snuggle."

Unshed tears burned at your eyes and your throat as he kissed your bare shoulder. He had to go back to work tomorrow. Your parents were arriving tomorrow night. There were so many things happening all at once, and you were overwhelmed even though you barely had to lift a finger with him taking care of so much.

Bradley's breath was warm on your skin as you shivered, naked in the middle of the room. "I love you, Baby Girl. Get in the shower. You'll feel better."

Somehow, he was right. The steamy water pounded against your skin while you sipped your cold ginger ale, and even the sound echoing off the glass and tile was oddly satisfying. You took a few deep breaths with your eyes closed and didn't move for a couple minutes before you reached for the soap.

You didn't even try to put your own clothing on when you finally walked back into your bedroom. Nothing fit, and you didn't want to have to deal with looking at yourself like that in the mirror again, so you pulled on Bradley's old, stretched out gym shorts and one of his shirts. You felt freshly scrubbed and in a much better mood as you walked down the hallway and poked your head inside Rosie's nursery. She was sprawled out on her back in one of her fuzzy sleepers, and you smiled at Tramp curled up in a circle on the rug. He lifted his head to look at you as you turned toward the living room where you could hear the TV on with the volume low.

"Hi," you whispered, and Bradley lifted the blanket so you could join him on the couch. "You got her down okay?"

He wrapped his muscular arm around you. "I did. Eventually. She started crying the first time I set her down, and then Tramp licked her through the crib which made her cry more. This parenting shit is exhausting."

For the first time in a week, you realized just how tired he looked. Bradley made everything seem so easy right now, and you didn't know how you'd manage while he was at work tomorrow. But he looked like he needed a good night's sleep tonight. 

"Want to watch an episode of Real Housewives?" you asked.

He shrugged and tried not to smile. "Only if you want to." It was shamelessly his favorite show, so you queued up an episode and curled up facing his chest. "Aren't you going to watch it, too?" he chuckled, nodding past you to the TV.

You responded by raking your fingers through his hair, and a second later he was yawning. "I'll watch it in a minute," you lied, and he melted into the scalp massage you gave him. Each soft grunt you elicited from him was followed by him closing his eyes for a few seconds, and as soon as you kissed the scars on his cheek, he was sound asleep. Then your fingers went slack in his hair as you yawned.

The two of you got a solid five hours on the couch before Rose started crying for food.

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"How's the baby? Can I see a picture?"

Bradley sighed quietly to himself and turned to see Javy pulling on a pair of compression shorts next to him. 

"She's great. Gets a little better at sleeping every night," he replied, scrolling through his photo gallery to show him a picture of Rose in her crib. Everyone and their mother seemed to stop him on his way to the locker room, and it was getting to the point where he was going to be late to the tarmac if everyone didn't shut up.

"Damn! She's adorable," Javy said with a laugh. "Kind of makes me want one."

"That's called 'baby fever'," Bradley said, tucking his phone away so he could pull on his flight suit. "Apparently it's a real thing and highly contagious. Want me to put a stop to it for you?"

"Sure," Javy said smoothly, still laughing until Bradley told him the cost of the fancy daycare on base for a month. "Jesus," the other man gasped. "Never mind."

"Exactly," Bradley muttered, finally zipping up his flight suit when Jake strolled in. 

"How's my goddaughter, Rose Bradshaw?" he asked, loud enough that anyone in a three mile radius would have heard.

"Wait, you made Hangman the godfather?" asked Mickey from the other side of the lockers. "Damn. That's pretty wild."

Bradley took a deep breath and said, "I need to get out on the tarmac to talk to Maverick." 

There was something kind of awful about coming back to work after a week off with just you and the baby, and he realized he was in a shitty mood as he took the long way outside to avoid everyone else. He missed Rose, and he missed making lunch for you. He was getting pretty good at smashing up the nasty avocado stuff and globbing it onto a perfectly toasted slice of overpriced bread. He really felt like he should still be there with you just in case you needed something. 

"There you are," Maverick said, pushing his aviators higher on his nose as Bradley hustled through the hangar. "How's little Rose?"

He wanted to tell his godfather that it was bullshit that he had to be at work when he had an adorable nine day old daughter he could be playing with, but he bit his tongue. "She's great. Thanks for the stuffed animals. The goose and the rooster were a nice touch."

Maverick waved him off. "You don't need to thank me for anything. Let's have a conversation as we walk to the tower." Bradley kept up the same pace with him as he said, "I'm going to need you to stay until six today. I'll give you a shot performing a dog fighting exercise with some of the new arrivals, but you'll need to stay and write up your post lesson notes."

Bradley licked his lips. On one hand, he'd been grabbing onto every little crumb that was offered when it came to teaching on base. If he could spend more time working out of North Island and less time on an aircraft carrier, he would be able to avoid some of the long deployments that made having a wife and child at home feel so impossible. On the other hand, he was supposed to pick your parents up from the airport at six. He didn't want to send you and Rose out in rush hour to get them even though he knew nothing could beat the comfort and safety of the red Bronco.

Hopefully he could get to the airport quickly enough that your parents wouldn't even notice he was running late. He cleared his throat nervously. "Sounds good, Mav. I'll stay until six."

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By dinnertime, you were in tears. Rose was already crying again. You just finished feeding her. You were trying to figure out how to use the breast pump, but now it was in pieces on the kitchen island. You couldn't even manage to put ten minutes together to make it work properly. Your body looked scary, you forgot to eat lunch, your entire face was breaking out, and now Rose was wailing.

If you couldn't even make it through one day alone with her, how the fuck were you supposed to even be a mom?

"I'm coming," you called out, almost tripping over Tramp on your way back to the nursery. Your breasts were aching, and as soon as she latched on, you couldn't tell if they felt better or worse. You couldn't tell anything. You hadn't slept for more than five consecutive hours in over a week, because Rose was always hungry.

"Please take a nap after this," you whispered. "I need a nap, too." Truthfully, you wanted your parents here just as much as you wanted Bradley. Rose spit up on the kitchen floor earlier, and you kept forgetting to clean it up between her feeding frenzies. You could probably get your dad to do that. And you needed more panty liners from the story which your mom could probably handle. And you needed your husband to make you avocado toast before you withered away into oblivion. 

"We're here!" Bradley called out through the house as you finished changing a wet diaper. You quickly yanked your dirty tank top back over your head, and as soon as you walked out into the living room, you started crying.

And so did your parents as they crowded around you, kissing your cheeks and looking at the baby in your arms.

"It was one thing seeing her over facetime," your mom sobbed, "but she's even more precious in person."

"Hi, Rose. I'm your grandpa," you dad whispered as the baby yawned. "I think she kind of looks like me."

You laughed as you cried, relief flooding through your body as your mom scooped Rose up into her arms, and then Bradley was at your side, kissing your forehead. 

"Did my pretty girls have a good day?" he asked, stroking your cheek with his thumb and smiling at you as if you looked like a fairy princess rather than an unfed, exhausted rat. 

He smelled a bit like jet fuel, and for some reason he was still wearing his flight suit even though he knew you couldn't have sex with him. "It was just really hard," you whispered, looking up at him like you needed him to understand without you having to explain it to him.

Bradley glanced around at the pump parts in the kitchen and the spit up on the floor. He held you a little tighter as he nodded. "It was really hard for me, too. I just wanted to be here to try to make your day easier." Now you were crying in earnest as your mom and dad continued to make a fuss over the baby, but Bradley was already walking you backwards toward the hallway. "I'm sure the grandparents can hold down the fort while we take a little break?"

"Absolutely," your mom replied, kissing Rose's feet while your dad held her. "Take your time."

As soon as you were in the quiet solace of your bedroom, Bradley bent to remove his boots, and then he unzipped his flight suit and left it in a heap on the floor. "I think I'd feel better if we got in bed for a few minutes." You nodded in agreement, climbing into the unmade bed, and a second later, you were wrapped up in his arms under the covers. He sighed as you curled up against his chest. "Yeah. This is what I needed."

It was like night and day for you. As soon as you were with him, everything felt better. More manageable. Like you could handle all of it. Bradley pressed his lips to your temple as you whispered, "I've been waiting for this moment all day."

"God, I fucking love you, Baby Girl."

You laughed in response, but you weren't joking. "I'm so serious, Roo. I was overwhelmed, and I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. And Rose is just hungry all day and all night, and I can barely keep up."

His big hand slid up and down your arm, soothing away your stress as he murmured, "Well, you make it look easy, Sweetheart. Best mom in the world. As soon as I get my fill of you, I'll make you dinner."

You let his words sink in as you got your breathing under control. Then you finally lifted your head from his chest and kissed him. "I think I'll be okay."

Bradley sat up with you in his lap. "Let's eat something, and then we can feed Rose and get right back in bed. I'll bet I can get your dad to walk Tramp."

The two of you had only been in your bedroom for about twenty minutes, but when you walked back out into the kitchen, it was like a miracle had occurred. There was no mess on the floor. The breast pump appeared as though it had been set up correctly. Your dad was walking back inside with Tramp, already having completed a walk, and your mom was rocking Rose in her arms in the kitchen with four plates of dinner lined up on the counter.

"I hope sandwiches are okay," she said when she spotted you and Bradley. "Just something simple tonight. Tomorrow I'll make spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread."

You took Rose from her and handed the baby to Bradley before throwing your arms around your mom's neck. "Thank you," you whispered, voice shaking with an emotion that wasn't unpleasant. "All of this is really overwhelming."

"We're here to help make it easier. Eat your sandwich."

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Having your parents stay for the week seemed to make all the difference in the world. They knew how to handle seemingly everything. When you winced after feeding Rose, your mom mentioned getting some ointment. She made a shopping list and ran to the store, and she even brought back the correct type of coffee. And your dad didn't seem to mind sitting in the nursery in the middle of the night, burping and rocking Rose after you finished feeding her so you could go right back to bed.

In fact, every single thing they did, they did with a smile on their face. They were absolutely loving this. And every so often, Bradley felt a pang of sadness associated with something he would never get to experience.

He was thankful for his in-laws, but he would give anything right now to get to experience his own mom and dad having a visit with Rose. It hurt too much to think about it for more than a few seconds here and there, so he forced himself not to. But you always seemed to have a way of honoring them even when he couldn't come up with one himself, and he was so thankful that you did. When he walked in from work on Wednesday, you were sitting at the kitchen island, pumping your breast milk and typing on your computer.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Where's the Nugget?" Bradley asked as you tipped your head to the side to let him kiss your neck.

"She's outside with my mom," you replied easily. "And my dad is taking a nap upstairs since he was up so much last night."

He hummed as he saw your mom walk across the back patio with Rose in her arms and Tramp following behind them. "What are you working on?"

You sounded calm and relaxed as you said, "Finally getting the hang of the pump. The ointment my mom got is helping so much, and I'm trying to store some of my milk in the fridge to make things easier. Oh, and I'm sending baby pictures to Brenda and the other cousins." 

You turned and kissed him over your shoulder as he looked at your computer screen. There was an adorable collage of photos of Rose as well as a family tree graphic that you made. It had everyone's name on it, including Nick and Carole Bradshaw, with the branches all leading to Rose's name in the middle.

"That's really pretty," he whispered, getting choked up.

"I thought so, too," you said, reaching for his hand. "Maybe we can get a copy printed and hang it by the piano?"

"Yeah. We should do that," he grunted, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. "I'll be back after I say hi to Rosie."

When he walked outside, your mom was telling a very elaborate rendition of the Three Little Pigs to his daughter while she yawned like she was going to fall asleep. "Want me to put her in the nursery so you can take a break?" he asked quietly.

"I've got her," she replied, nodding back toward the house. "Why don't you take your wife out for a few hours? She's been pumping all day, so I can just give this little one a bottle if she gets hungry after her nap."

"Oh," Bradley grunted. It was Wednesday. This used to be Hard Deck night for the two of you. Nobody would expect it, and it might even be fun. "Yeah. Okay." He kissed the top of Rose's head and went back inside, taking you by the hand as you sent the photos and the family tree off in an email.

"What are you doing?" you asked as he led you toward the bedroom. "You want to snuggle?"

"Yes. Always. But right now, we're going out for a few hours."

"Where?"

Bradley smirked. "It's Wednesday."

You gave him a confused look that melted away immediately. "The Hard Deck?"

"Of course."

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The idea of getting out of the house took over your brain and made you feel lighter than air, but the prospect of having to wear real clothes was upsetting to say the least. You knew your jeans wouldn't fit, and just thinking about the tight waistband against your belly made you cringe. You watched Bradley change into the tropical print shirt you got him for Christmas, the one that matched Rosie's, and he looked impossibly handsome.

"I'll be ready to leave when you are," he promised, kissing your cheek as he tucked his wallet into his jeans pocket. "Just let me know, okay?"

Then he rushed from the room, leaving you alone with an entire wardrobe of clothing that made you want to scream. After looking at nearly everything you owned, you settled on black leggings that were a little too big on you before you got pregnant and your oversized red sweater. You carefully got dressed, scared to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, but you needed to put on some makeup.

The finished product wasn't too bad. You looked tired, but so did Bradley. Your outfit mostly hid your weird shape, and you were absolutely craving a beer right now. After this week, you were going to owe your parents big time, but when you went out to the living room, they appeared to be absolutely thriving.

Your dad had a rattle and a crinkle toy in his hands, and Rose was reaching for them while your mom held her. Every time the baby moved an inch, they cheered. You had to stifle your laughter as Bradley came in through the front door with a small bundle of flowers.

"Where did you get those?" you asked him as you leaned down to give Rose a kiss on her cheek.

"From the neighbor's shrub." When you gave him a concerned look, he added, "I asked first! I wanted you to have flowers for date night. I'm pretty sure it's important to keep the magic alive after you have a kid."

The Hard Deck and flowers from a shrub seemed kind of ridiculous for a date, but he was always so sincere. "Thanks, Roo. This is perfect."

He smiled as you put the flowers in the kitchen, and your mom said, "Get a move on, you two. We have everything under control."

You and Bradley were speed walking out to the blue Bronco when you said, "It's like I'm in high school again. I have to get permission from my parents to go out for the night."

Bradley's laughter put an enormous smile on your face as he buckled you in the front seat. He ran his thumb along your cheek and whispered, "You look beautiful," before closing the door. His words left your heart racing, because you knew he meant them. When he backed out of the driveway, he said, "We should stop for pizza on the way there."

It felt like a date early on in your relationship. Sitting in a booth together, constantly holding hands, legs intertwined under the table. Neither of you could stop smiling or laughing, and Bradley still had no shame when it came to inhaling slice after slice of pizza. The best part was when he pulled a bottle of the hot sauce you made in Mexico out of his pocket and set it on the table.

"Oh my goodness!" you gasped, carefully covering your slice in it so you didn't actually waste any. "You win husband of the year, once again."

"I wonder if Rose will like hot sauce," he mused before folding up a slice and eating it in three bites. 

"She better," you replied, moaning in delight. "If she knows what's good for her."

Bradley devoured the last slice when you pushed it toward him. "Let's go fuck up the Hard Deck, Sweetheart."

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"Mom and Dad are here!"

Bradley groaned when Natasha announced his arrival to everyone in the bar, but you just laughed and snuggled against his side when he slung his arm over your shoulders. Within seconds, the two of you were stopped in your tracks as the usual crowd and a few others came over to offer congratulations and say hello. And a few minutes after that, both of you were holding two drinks.

"Where's my goddaughter?" Jake called over the music, and Bradley pursed his lips.

"She's our designated driver," he replied. "She's waiting in the Bronco."

The aviators laughed as you shook your head and said, "My parents are visiting for the week. They insisted we go out and have a good time."

"So you came to the Hard Deck?" Reuben asked, leaning in to give you a hug. "Rooster, take your wife and the mother of your child somewhere nicer next time."

You were laughing as hard as everyone else now, as Bradley groaned and looked at the ceiling. "I used to like it here," he said as Nat pulled both of you in for a bear hug.

And that was when the two of you were saved from being the center of attention by an even more exciting arrival.

"He's back!"

Bradley turned in time to see Bob walking in, holding Maria's hand. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his glasses were a little crooked, and Bradley could tell instantly why they were just getting to the bar now even if the aircraft carrier docked this afternoon. At least they hadn't broken up over the deployment. 

Maria shook her hand free and made a beeline toward you. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're here! When can I come see the baby?"

"Any time," you replied. "I'll be home for weeks."

She kissed your cheek before giving Bradley a quick hug, too. "I'll bring Cam with me one night. And you should come to brunch this weekend or next weekend. You can bring Rose!"

Bradley cringed a bit at the idea of his tiny daughter being around a bunch of loud, germy strangers in a restaurant. "Or... she can just stay at home with me while you enjoy yourselves," he told you and Maria.

"Sure, Roo," you replied, stroking your fingers along his cheek. "Yeah, I'll make sure I get to brunch one of these weekends."

Bradley watched you converse with Maria, and then the two of you talked to a very overwhelmed looking Bob who also asked about the baby. And Bradley swore you only sipped at your beers, but you were starting to look a little tipsy.

"You okay, Sweetheart?" he asked, trying not to laugh as you danced around completely off the beat of the music playing on the jukebox.

"Yeah," you told him, smiling over your shoulder. You were so fucking adorable, it was unbelievable. "But my boobs are starting to get uncomfy. I'm going to need some relief soon." You turned to face him as you ran your hands along your chest, and even with that sweater on, his imagination took over.

His cock was already reporting for duty as he rasped, "You want me to take you home so Rose can nurse and make you feel better?"

You kind of shrugged in response as you took a step closer to him, still touching yourself. "Well, I've been drinking alcohol, so if we go home, I'll have to pump instead and then dump it down the drain."

"Fuck," Bradley groaned as you reached for his hand and brought it up to your chest in the middle of the Hard Deck. "I don't think you should be wasting that."

You smiled and asked, "Back seat of the Bronco then?" 

When he just nodded at you like an idiot, you hooked your index finger through one of his belt loops and dragged him around, erection and all, to say goodbye to everyone. His jeans were not his friend at the moment. Not with the prospect of your tits leaking milk filling his mind. Once you had him outside, your lips were all over his.

"You make everything so much better, Bradley," you whispered against his mouth as your fingers tangled in his hair. "Literally everything."

"I love you so much. Fuck," he moaned as you cupped him through his jeans. Someone else was exiting the bar now, but he didn't have the wherewithal to tell you to stop. He didn't want you to stop. "Come on, Baby Girl," he said, ushering you to the promised solitude of the backseat.

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You were so horny. You couldn't even fathom what was going on with your hormones that you were mostly in tears on Monday and desperate for an orgasm tonight. Straddling Bradley's lap in the back of the Bronco was nothing new for you, but you were a little concerned about the way your body looked. 

"Holy fucking hell, you're so hot," he groaned, inching your sweater up and pulling it over your head. He was looking at you like you were a million dollar lottery prize with your stretched out belly and your nursing bra. He ran his hands up your hips to your waist, and he looked you in the eye as he said, "You're stunning."

Okay. Well, he could have anything he wanted. You unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor as you ground yourself against his erection. He hissed in response before bringing his hands up to your tits and giving them a little squeeze. You were already leaking milk, and Bradley was whimpering softly as he dragged his nose along the curve of one breast and then the other before tasting you.

"Roo," you gasped. His lips and mustache were needy and rough, and you couldn't stop yourself from rubbing your pussy against him. He looked up at you as he sucked on your nipple, and you played with his hair as you asked, "Do you like this?" He nodded before teasing you with his tongue and sucking more of your breast into his mouth. "I'm so horny," you moaned.

He released you. "I want to fuck the absolute shit out of you right now. Do you have any idea?" He started kissing your other nipple as he guided your hips so you were flush against the fly of his jeans. "I want you to get yourself off, Baby Girl," he rasped. "I know you can do it."

You had no shame, head tossed back, whining his name as he wrapped his perfect lips around your other nipple and helped himself. You could feel the outline of the head of his cock through his jeans. He was hard. So hard. And he felt good against your clit. You had to be soaking through your cotton underwear and leggings, but he kept guiding your hips closer and closer.

"Do it," he coaxed softly, running his mustache along your nipple.

You were about to tell him that your body felt so different, you weren't even sure if you'd be able to get off or if it would even feel good. But the words froze in your throat as Bradley parted his lips to taste you again, and you felt yourself gush into his mouth.

"Oh my god," you whispered, maybe a little embarrassed that you had no control over your own body. His eyes went wide as he lapped up your breast milk, and you arched your back as you came on his cock through his jeans, grabbing his hair and the Bronco ceiling for control. You were shaking all over, keening loudly, convinced someone in the parking lot must have heard you by now. You didn't even care. This orgasm was insanely good, and it kept going as you panted and squirmed.

Your breasts were damp to the night air, and you knew it had to be some combination of your milk and Bradley's saliva cooling on your skin as you shivered against his body. His arms were wrapped around you as you rocked slowly before finally coming to a stop.

"Feel good?" he asked between little kisses to your chest.

"Incredible," you moaned. "Holy shit, Roo."

"Yeah," he agreed breathlessly. "Me too."

You noticed he wasn't as hard now, and you took his chin in your palm, guiding his gaze to meet yours. "Did you cum?"

"In my jeans," he confirmed with a nod. "I can't handle how fucking perfect you are." You felt powerful as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. "You literally made me cum in my pants, Sweetheart."

You gave him a soft kiss. "And you didn't even break the center console."

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[kris-creations]

Re-reading “Kiss Him, Not Me” and even though I know the ending, I’m going to list the love interests from “least likely-most likely” to end up with Kae.

#5 Shinomiya

He was pretty rude to her before she got pretty and when she regained her weight, he was disgusted and encouraged her to push herself BEYOND her limits to get back to looking “pretty” 🙄 so shallow.

#4 Nanashima

Also shallow and also participated in trying to push her to her limit to get “pretty” again, but he’s a step above Shinomiya because he has “assbro” vibes. He’s an asshole, but also kindof a bro. Would never be able to date Kae, but still be a bro friend.

#3 Igarashi

Now we’re getting to the ones who actually had a chance. Yes, Igarashi initially was interested in Kae because of her looks like the two above, but he grew to love her as she was and ended up not caring that much about her looks after a while.

#2 Shima

FRIEND SOULMATES! Her and Kae just VIBE in a way none of the others do 🤣 also, she had a crush on Kae already before her appearance changed! So cute! 🥰🥰

Before we get to the obvious, imma list a Dishonorable Mention…Takeru… kidnapping, forceful kissing and marriage, manipulating and possessive…just 🤢

#1 Mutsumi (of course! 😍😍)

Recognized her IMMEDIATELY after her transformation, didn’t care about her looks, loves her because of her kind and earnest nature 🥰 he didn’t even join the “harem” to date her, he just saw a chance to have a group of friends with his respected club member! And when he realized he loved her, he wanted to straight up confess and be with her rather than pussyfoot around the situation like the others were 🥰🥰 he even risked his life to save shitbird Takeru cause he was still Kae’s childhood friend and knew she’d be hurt if he died 🥹🥹 He truly was the best option and I’m so glad he ended up with her in the end ❤️❤️

[grippingbeskar]

Alright! Congratulations on the following. Definitely deserved. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ You amazing writer and human. I’m glad I worked up the courage to talk to you. 😭🤩

I am making an earnest request for Bucky, my baby. 🥺

💃- 2,5, and 15

🥂- 13

I hope I did this right.

— thankyou so so much 🥹 okay I KNOW THIS IS A SHORTER ONE— but forgive me because i promise to have more bucky content out soon. i love him. but pls enjoy this lil thing. thanku again.

— prompts:

💃 2. i thought you knew you’d always been my favourite.

💃 5. mm. you’re warm.

💃 15. your heart is beating so fast right now

🥂 13. you look so good like this

— warnings: swearing, a lil bit spicy but not too much.

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“Since when do you want to train with me?” You asked Bucky, who was circling you in the boxing ring he all but dragged you to this morning.

“Come on, I thought you knew you’d always been my favourite.” His mocking tone is no where to be discovered, and your fists tighten in response. He must be fucking with you. Beside one night, a few days ago, neither of you had really been close. That night, though… “Focus up, doll. You’ll drop your hands.”

“It’s the only way this’ll be a fair fight. Maybe I should blindfold myself too. Poor little super-soldier won’t be able to keep up.” A wicked smile spreads on his face as he lunges, not throwing a punch but instead flipping you over. His strong arms twist you easily, and you help in surprise. You were supposed to be boxing…

“Bucky!” Your back lands on the matt with a soft smack, and Bucky tilts his head down at you, smiling now that he’s literally straddling you. He keeps you under him, leaning down a little closer to rest his metal hand next to your head.

“Can’t keep up, huh? Poor little thing.” His mocking tone is back, his real hand brushing some of the hair out of his face. Your eyes follow it, remembering all the things that hand did to you just a few nights ago.

“We were boxing. That’s not fair.” You try, but he leans down more, and you lose your words to fight him on it. He smells incredible, it’s almost unfair considering you’ve both been warming up for twenty minutes. You suck in a shuddering breath when that very same hand ticks your own hair out of your face, thumb lingering on your cheek bone.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” He says, his eyes trying their best not to roam the exposed parts of your body. When you had come out in just a bra and those tiny fucking shorts, Bucky had nearly thrown himself at you, but he was trying his best to be patient. “You nervous, doll?”

“No. Pissed off that you cheated, maybe.” He laughs, the movement of his body where it’s pressed tight against yours makes you gasp, head tilting to avoid looking up at him. He catches it, of course, and with one hand he pulls you back to him, leaning down closer.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about the other night.” He admits, forehead brushing against yours. “How much I wanted you under me again. How pretty you sound when I…” He moves slightly again, pressing so close to the spot you need him, and you can’t help the little whimper that escapes as he toys with you. “Yeah. That.”

“Bucky…” You moan, trying to roll your hips up to him.

“You look so good like this. Wanna keep you all day. Right here.” His lips brush your jaw, and when he shifts again, you can feel how hard he is on top of you. It makes your mouth water, just thinking of all the things you’ve yet to do, all the ways that you want him under you— just like he got to see.

“You didn’t h-have to pretend to want to train. Left my door unlocked and everything.” Warmth rushes to your face despite the cold breeze of the morning air, blowing over you and making you shiver. “I wanted you to come find me.”

“Yeah? Is it still unlocked now?” He pulls away, looking straight down at you. You know he’s not just asking you about your actual door, but if this moment is still open, if this thing that you have, however fragile; if it is still open to him. He knows people tend to get scared off after seeing him, all of him. It’s a lot. He’d give you the out, give you anything if it meant you would be happy.

“Of course it is. Has been since you got here.” You say with a little twinkle in your eye, and he breathes out something between a laugh and and sigh of relief.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He leans down and kisses you, a sweet little preview of what will come. You start to relax in his hold, and he takes the chance to flip you once again, turning you into his arms and getting you both off the floor.

You giggle as he carries you, bridal style, out of the training room and down the hallway. The open windows of the compound let in more freezing winter air, but you just bury yourself into Buckys bare chest, enjoying the heat he seems to radiate in multitudes.

“You cold?” He whispers into your ear, and this time it isn’t the air that makes you shiver.

“Mm. You’re warm.” You mumble and he laughs again before almost slamming himself into your door, disappearing into your room. The door opens easily, because of course it was unlocked.

It always would be for him.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

Hi it’s me again ❤️ your work gives me so much dopamine!!! I keep getting random burst of ideas. DG/James Lee with an average reader? Like everything about them just screams average? Any oneshots or headcanons? Thank you ❤️ hahah you make me wanna write again 🥹

more than that (james lee x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot but mildly angsty (reader pov; has insecurities about being average), gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and james are friends

warning: repeating; reader is written to have insecurities about being average!! please dont read this if things like that can trigger u T_T

summary: james gives you reassurance about how you're more than how "average" you appear.

a/n: hehe hello again, thanks for another request ^_^ decided to write a oneshot since i wrote headcanons for ur last request 💪 (also i know reader having insecurities wasnt part of the request but i hope its ok that i added it;;!)

and im so glad my writing inspires u !! ;_; i'd love to read the stuff you write if ur okay with sharing it but if not thats fine! as long as u write something u like <33

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Was it pure coincidence, or some greater force acting that caused the two of you to meet? Either way, James was grateful to have met you.

You made him realize a loneliness he didn't even know he had. The little gaps you filled, he wanted more and more and it felt like he could never have enough. It didn't take long for him to conclude what he felt for you had been romantic for some time.

He didn't care if the people around him gave him weird looks. They wouldn't understand if they refused to look past your appearance--which, honestly, was something he never even thought about much. Sure, the first time he looked at you, he thought you seemed like an average person, but who was he to judge? He'd seen all sorts of people in his days, and there were plenty of surprises.

Hell, even that kind of wimpy kid that's been running around was full of surprises. Daniel, was it?

Anyways, he didn't care about how average you were. You still shined in your own special way.

Like when you sang karaoke with him, he didn't pay attention to your singing skills. You looked like you were having fun and that was enough for him. The way you laughed afterwards out of embarrassment was beyond adorable, stumbling over yourself as you apologized for not being the best at singing.

Or when the two of you decided to make lunch together and you burned a few things, he didn't pay attention to that, either. Instead, his focus was on how earnest you had been in the conversation taking place during the cooking. He learned a lot about who you were as a person that afternoon.

And the food you made for him was as average as you said it would be, but again, it didn't bother him. The effort was there, and he could appreciate that.

The point was, you were kind and genuine, and he was madly in love. How were you not taken yet?

Ah, whatever, it gave James a chance. Hell would freeze over before he missed it.

~

"Sorry--"

"You're fine," James reassured, eyes squishing into pretty moons as he smiled at you.

You just chuckled nervously, looking away from his handsome face while he finished up applying the bandaid on your finger.

"There we go." He hummed as he let your hand go and you brought it closer to your face to examine it for no reason in particular.

"Thanks."

"No problem." As you rested your hands in your lap, James turned back to the cloth on the table. He picked it back up alongside his needle and began right where he left off before attending to your minor injury.

You shifted a bit in your seat next to him, frowning a bit. Your eyes glanced back and forth at the progress of your embroidery compared to his.

Earlier he had suggested you both try embroidery to experience something new and you agreed. Almost anything done with him was fun or at least peaceful, and this time it wasn't any different. The thing was your feelings of being average were beginning to claw away at you again.

Feeling inferior to James wasn't it--you wouldn't even dare seriously compare yourself to this man of talents--you just... felt bad about yourself. Though you were mostly fine accepting and knowing you were average nowadays, you still had the longing hope that maybe, just maybe you'd find something you excelled at. But you never did.

Average as always.

"Sorry." The word came out before you could stop yourself.

"Hm?" James paused to look at you.

"I... uh." You scrambled to avoid putting the pity party you were having in words and randomly grabbed the needle you accidentally poked yourself with earlier. "Nothing. It's nothing." You picked up your piece of cloth next and flashed him an awkward smile.

"...Alright. No pressure." His soft tone had you almost confess what was running through your mind but you decided not to. He went back to continue his embroidery, and you continued yours.

After a while, you got a little lost and ended up asking him for help. He kindly responded, and despite that easing you a bit, your insecurities still clawed away. This time, you couldn't stop yourself as an apology spilled from your lips.

"Apologizing again?" He had a teasing tone, which made you smile slightly.

You let out a quiet laugh. "I know. It's just..." You gulped. "I feel bad asking for help so much. And for accidentally stabbing myself with the needle earlier. And having you patch it up. And being really, really average. At everything. I wish I--"

"Hey." James sternly cut you off, setting down the cloth and needle in his hands. "You don't have to be sorry for any of that. And I wanted to patch up your hand. Don't feel bad for that, either."

"Thanks," you murmured. "I mean, I really do appreciate your words, James, but... nevermind, I don't know where I'm going with this." You nibbled on your lip in silence, beginning to grow embarrassed. It caused you to break eye contact with James.

He placed a hand on your shoulder. "You know, I don't care about how average you are."

You jerked your head to look back at him, eyes widening at his bluntness.

There was a gentle smile on his face. "It wouldn't even matter to me if you were terrible at everything you did, either. I just like that you're you, having fun, and spending time with me."

"Really...?"

"Really. There's so much more to you than what you're good at, you know. Or how you look, if you're worried about how you may appear 'average' on the beauty scale. So, don't worry, there'll always be plenty of things to like about you." He gestured to himself with his free hand. "There's certainly plenty of things that I like you for. Your personality and cute looks are just the tip of the iceberg."

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his words.

"Don't let your average-ness define you, okay?"

"Yeah, you're right." You nodded stiffly. Asking him to clarify himself was on the tip of your tongue but you held it back in case you were misinterpreting his words. It wasn't the first time he had sounded mildly flirty with you, but--wait.

"Good. So no more of that, you hear? I want you to be nice to yourself. If you can't, I'll make you start doing that cheesy '3 things I like about myself' exercise everyday."

His joke lightened the mood but did little to distract you from your sudden realization. Flustered, you still managed to joke back with, "Bet," and he quipped, "Looking forward to tomorrow, then."

Conversation picked up from there.

For the rest of the night, you pondered about just how much of his feelings were platonic towards you.

~

Another day.

Confessing to someone after they vent wouldn't be appropriate, after all.

For now, James would indulge himself in teasing you with hints.

[ashesofblackroses]

This was the sweetest, cutest, loveliest Walter story I have ever read.😍😍

He was so wonderfully earnest and was a trying his very best to be romantic and everything kept conspiring against him. The poor sweetheart.🥹

But the ending was perfection, my little heart almost beat straight out of my chest. Now you’ve made me want a Walter all of my own. Thank you, sweetie, for this little slice of heaven.😘

Don't wait up

04/13/2022

Pairing: Walter Marshall x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 2,748

Warnings: language, angst, graphic description of a wet, freshly showered Walter, fluff

Summary: It's your anniversary and Walter has stood you up—again. When he finally comes home to apologise, he finds the house empty.

A/N: I can't believe this has been sitting in my WIPs for eight months now. I'm glad my muse finally showed mercy on poor Walter and let me finish this. It's my first time writing for the bear. Hope you like it.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Picture found on Pinterest (cropped)

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

With a sigh he checked the time before he turned off the engine and the headlights died away, leaving him in the dim light of the console. Already past ten. And he had done it again. A soft thud echoed through the cockpit as his head fell back against the head rest and his eyes shut out the world for a moment. He could see them so clearly now, her eyes, sombre from the disappointment, breaking his heart even before he would finally face her rightful wrath.

Although the day had started out rather promisingly. He had been in high spirits when he left the house, happy that this year he wouldn’t screw up again. Already two weeks ago he had made reservations at her favourite restaurant and requested to take half the day off. He had wanted to do everything right, clean up the house, iron the light blue shirt she liked so much on him, buy some champagne, strawberries and vanilla bubble bath for dessert, hell, he had even put candles and rose petals for the bedroom on the shopping list.

After all, he had a lot to make up for. There had been so much work lately, forcing him to leave early in the morning and return home past her bedtime almost every night. Of course, in his job that wasn’t unusual. There were always times when a case would keep him away from her more than he liked, but this time it had been particularly bad. He missed her terribly and he knew that she felt the same, although she never complained. She never would, that’s not who she was, but he could see it in her eyes sometimes or feel it in the way she hugged him tightly when he came to bed, her mind already far away in a dream while her body was still seeking his warmth subconsciously.

And today of all days hadn’t been any different. Something had come up last minute, shattering his meticulous plans. It was always something, he thought. It didn’t even matter what it was, he had let it become more important than her once again and that was inexcusable.

With a scowl, he glared down at the paper bag and the bunch of half-wilted red roses next to him. What a joke. She had probably eaten by now anyway and in case she had not, sitting down with him for a romantic self-made dinner was most likely the last thing she wanted to do tonight. But it was the least he could do, to just try, to apologise and hope for her forgiveness, if only because he didn’t know what he would do if she wouldn’t grant him her pardon.

But as he marched over to the front door, his measly offerings clutched to his side, he knew there wasn’t much hope left. The windows were pitch black, showing no signs of life whatsoever and when he stepped inside, he was greeted with nothing but glum silence.

“Y/N?” he asked into the darkness, tentatively. He hadn’t expected an answer and yet his chest constricted painfully for a moment. Setting down the bag on the kitchen island carefully, he huffed at the tattered flowers in his hand before he ascended the stairs, not prepared in the least to deal with the bitter resentment in her eyes.

“Y/N?”

Softly his knuckles pressed against the white wood, as if they were afraid to startle a sleeping fury. But again, there was no answer, giving him the chance to take one last deep breath before he stepped into the bedroom.

“Honey, I’m sorry,” he babbled while he crossed the room blindly. “I know I fucked up again, but—“ He halted instantly as the dull light of his bedside lamp illuminated the room, revealing that he had in fact been talking to himself. “Honey?” his voice bellowed through the room, loud enough that she would have heard him in the last corner of the house, but it stayed silent. He already knew that it was for nothing when he hurried into the corridor to roar her name again. His stomach twisted violently, sending a wave of panic through him that made his head spin when he finally reached for his phone.

A message. How could he not have seen that any sooner? Eyebrows knit together tightly, the first drops of sweat began to bead on his forehead as the three words slowly sank in.

DON’T WAIT UP

No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.

“Fuck!” he hollered into the emptiness of their home, an emptiness that began to seep under his skin as well, taking hold of him bit by bit as his back slumped into the wall and he slid down onto the floor.

Happy fucking anniversary.

Softly the terry cloth rubbed along his impressive thighs, the vibration of his steps sending some drops of water flying from his wet curls onto his bare shoulders from where they set out to cascade down his back and front, some of them catching in his lush chest hair to sparkle in the warm light of the empty bedroom. He would call her again, probably just another fruitless attempt like the other ten times he had tried to reach her before finally deciding to take a shower.

If only he knew she was someplace safe. He was almost sure that she was, but this last bit of uncertainty kept nagging in the back of his head, making his heart heavy and his stomach turn every time he imagined what might happen to her if she wasn’t. Fucking job. It served him right though, this torture. Maybe it was exactly what he needed to finally wake up—if only it wasn’t too late already.

With a determined motion, his hand set out to grab his phone from the messy pile of clothes he had left on the bed, his knuckles brushing a piece of white paper in the process. A piece of paper that definitely hadn’t been there when he had vanished into the bathroom a few minutes ago.

His phone thudding back onto the bed, he scooped up the small, folded sheet with a pair of shaky hands. Carefully his fingers unfurled the note, the paper trembling violently between them, making it almost impossible to read the black letters.

MEET ME IN THE TRUCK IN 10. DON’T BE LATE—AGAIN…

He couldn’t remember an occasion at which he had gotten dressed faster than now. Skipping the underwear, he ripped a pair of khaki shorts and a plain black T-shirt out of the wardrobe before he hastily set out to dry his hair off with the towel that had sat on his hips mere seconds ago.

His heart was beating at full speed when he finally made it to the head of the stairs, flying down the carpeted wood at a reckless pace, only one thought on his mind. He had almost made it to the door when another thought suddenly pushed aside her image for a moment and he rushed back into the kitchen.

It was only when he laid eyes on the car at last, the mild summer air welcoming him outside, that he remembered to breathe. The engine was already running, headlights on, making it impossible for him to catch sight of her familiar form in the driver’s seat. Only a few steps, one last sprint, separated him from her, a distance so small and yet she was as far away as never before.

Legs heavy as lead, he fought his way over to her, his hope that he hadn’t lost her for good yet sinking with every step he took towards the black vehicle. He needed to see her, needed to look into her eyes to know if there was reason for optimism and it was this need that made him muster the courage to close his fingers around the handle and pull.

A need, he realised, that wouldn’t be satisfied anytime soon as she just kept staring out front, not caring in the least that he had just yanked open the door, out of breath and desperate to feel her eyes on him.

“Get in.”

The tone of her voice, barely audible above the whirring of the engine, gave him nothing to ease his troubled mind. But even if it didn’t show any anger either, he knew that there was no reason for hope just yet. So he simply obeyed, gliding into the seat beside her silently.

He had expected her to hit the gas as soon as the door had fallen shut behind him, but she didn’t. Patiently he waited, a spark of newfound hope spiralling through him as the thought crossed his mind that she maybe wanted to say something, hesitating to set off until she had found the right words. And it was this tiny fragment of hope that spread his lips into an unsure smile while his arm moved on its own to hold out his pitiful peace offering to her.

And even though it didn’t make her speak, it made her look. Not at him, but at the representation of his regret, and that was good enough for him. Her eyes flicking from one burgundy bud to the next as if she had never seen a bouquet of red roses before allowed him a moment to take in the woman he loved and he couldn’t shake off the unsettling feeling that it might be the last time this privilege would ever be granted to him. For a split second, it seemed as if she would reach out to accept his apology, but instead of the flowers, her fingers closed around the gearstick and yanked it into reverse.

She was a good driver, even if she was prone to speed from time to time. Sometimes he would scold her for it, making her laugh it off every time. “It’s not my fault, Walter, you know that. It’s just the way my primal instincts react to this ridiculous amount of horse power.”

But tonight, for the first time, he couldn’t shake off the urge to hold on tight to something as the truck shot through the night and so his fingers firmly shut around the handle beside him. He didn’t let go until her foot finally left the gas and she steered the vehicle off the main road and into the pitch black darkness of a forestry trail. His hands were clammy and he tried drying them off on his shorts without catching her attention, but with every minute they ventured further into the woods, he felt the sweat return.

She still hadn’t said a word since their departure and he couldn’t think of anything sensible to talk about either, not for the life of him. To say that her unusually taciturn state threw him off would have been an absolute understatement, and slowly but surely his body switched into alert mode. He couldn’t help it. It came with the job and had slipped into his DNA after all these years. Of course, he knew that it was ridiculous. She was his sweet honey pie and she would never even think about hurting her Walter Bear, or would she? He had seen people snap and kill for less than a ruined anniversary—or two.

He jolted as the truck came to a sudden halt and risked a quick glance over at his driver. Still, nothing about her gave him a hint what she felt or what all this was about.

“Honey,” he tried, treading lightly, even though his voice was raised to drown out the roaring of the engine. “You’re making me nervous.” Halfway through his sentence she had turned the key and he felt like an idiot for hollering his insecurity into the silence that followed. He tried a meek smile to make up for the volume. “Did you take me here to get rid of me?”

But instead of laughing about his silly remark, not even the tiniest bit, she just opened the door and let the night swallow her.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Throwing the flowers carelessly onto the driver’s seat, he dashed after her. She might have given him a little scare with her strange behaviour, but thinking about her in the forest, at night, on her own, made his heart fall into the depths of his stomach instantly.

A deep sigh escaped his chest when he found her right beside the truck bed, busy rolling up the cover. Probably to get a shovel, his inner detective warned, just to look like an idiot once again when the rim of the truck bed lit up in a bunch of fairy lights as if by magic to reveal a cozy bed of blankets and pillows.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

With a contented sigh, he pulled her closer. She mimicked his movement, tightening her grip on him as well. Her hand had sneaked underneath his T-shirt a good while ago, her fingers lazily raking through his lush chest hair next to the spot where her head lay, right above his heart. He could feel her heartbeat underneath his fingertips as well, strong and steady, and he couldn’t stop a wide grin from forming when he realised that, despite everything he had feared before, it still beat for him. He was sure by now that she had staged her little surprise like this on purpose and he couldn’t blame her. He deserved every last bit of it. And he would take far worse if it meant he wouldn’t lose her.

But now that he held her in the faint light of the starry night sky, all those worries seemed long passed. And however much he tried, he couldn’t remember that he had ever felt luckier than in this exact moment. Well, maybe there was one moment…

“Do you remember our first date?” he mumbled against her silky hair.

“Of course I do. You were so nervous that night. I almost feared you had swallowed your tongue. I mean, you’re usually a man of few words, but that night I was almost sure that you weren’t the right guy for me.”

“I’m glad you changed your mind.”

“I didn’t.” She waited until he began to stir underneath her before she went on. “You did.”

“Me? How?”

Walter watched her head rise from his chest and he was about to protest when her hand abandoned caressing his fur, but then her fingers tenderly brushed aside the stray curl of hair on his forehead and he was appeased.

“Walking me home that night, making sure I got there safely and then you didn't even try to kiss me.”

“But you did.”

He grinned like the Cheshire cat as the memory played out crystal clear in his mind. God, it had been so sexy when she had slowly gotten closer, leaning in ever so slightly until he could feel the heat of her body against his own and there had been no doubt left what she had wanted him to do.

“Yes,” the curve of her lips matched his own now, “and when you finally decided to kiss me back, I knew. Gosh, I had never been kissed like that. So tender but with a touch of passion and possessiveness. And the way you held me in your arms—” He remembered. He had wanted to kiss her so badly, but he had held back, afraid to rush things, and when she had kissed him instead, everything had happened on instinct. He had pressed her to his chest, needing to feel her closer, afraid when he opened his eyes, it would have all been a dream. Walter had known in that moment as well, that he never wanted to hold anyone else from that day on. “Mmmh, nothing could ever compare to that.”

“Nothing?” His eyebrow shot up, intrigued by the challenge he sensed in her words. And with a single shake of her head, the game was on. “Will you at least let me try?”

He was met with no resistance at all when he rolled her onto her back, caging her in underneath his massive body. Instead, her teeth bit down on her lip in a gesture she knew would drive him to the edge of sanity, her fingers eagerly diving into his messy curls as he dipped down with a feral growl to claim her lips with his own.

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