#I don’t know how to draw Finn

[multiversal-madness]

Blank Slate Au - Simon is freed from being Ice King much earlier (early season 3 early) but has lost all memory of who he was and what happened to him.

When he leaves the Ice Kingdom in search of answers and ends up in the Candy Kingdom, he runs into Finn and Jake, who don’t recognise him as the Ice King. Finn is ecstatic to find another human (that he knows is actually human) and swears to help Simon find out about himself while Jake is suspicious at first but ends up going along with them.

Over time, bit by bit, Simon slowly regains his memories, but there’s someone he can’t seem to remember that he misses more than anything…

[ki1ldeer]

My like bi annual drawing of Heidi, sponsored by winter

[shyshyaaaaaa]

WHIZZERS VERS!! I had fun with this one— dont really like it as much as the Marvin one but anything with the chess game is good in my books :)

[sickgraymeat]

walkies time!!!

[emptymilk-bottle]

my ocs are so dear to me and they’re also so super duper silly

[ollsonline]

💙: a rlly quick mike-centric drawing with lyrics from “promise” by laufey!! go listen to the song, i linked it below, it is so pre s4/post s3 mike!!!

@michael-wheela bc you’re the one who showed me this song in the first place ahshshxh

[eliosfixations]

When you accidentally make your best sketch to date on your homework

Oops 😬

[sunflowerwinds]

hers | s.a

summary: your bright personality unexpectedly draws in sevika and she can’t help but fall for you. when finn makes a comment that he can’t take back, sevika reminds him and you how much you mean to her.

pairing: fem!reader x sevika arcane

contains: mature language and content (18+), set sometime between act 1 and act 2 of season 1, established relationship, sunshine!reader, sensitive!reader, reader is described to wear more feminine outfits and makeup, finn being a WEIRDO to reader like omg, minor violence to men who deserve it, smut including — no foreplay, strap-on (hex-strap <3) r!recieving, sevika calls reader pet names such as sunshine, pretty girl, baby, sweet girl, angel, rushed ending.

word count: 4.4K

a/n: i’m ready to bear her children. a little treat before what we might endure in act 2. muah muah i love you angels <333 i am so sorry for posting this so late within the day. i had a hectic day at work but i pushed through for yall!

Sevika would never be described as a bright person.

Her position as Silco’s right-hand woman made her eerily unapproachable. She wore a poker face, gambled with ease, and was expertly skilled in combat. Fear struck in those who dared to try her.

Except, well, you.

When you first took the position as a waitress at The Last Drop, you were immediately drawn to the so-called scary woman. You heard whispers amongst the customers of her actions but all you saw was a tall, gorgeous woman.

Chuck, at least you assumed that was his name as the little 12-year-old girl with bright blue hair repeatedly called him in when she was lingering around, noticed your longing gaze at the woman. He warned you that someone as preppy as you is not someone Sevika would enjoy in her presence.

You were aware of your bubbly personality that, to most, was a bit overwhelming to be around. Your outfits drew attention as you enjoyed more frilly and bright things, always wearing jewelry or makeup or both to color coordinate with your outfits. It brought you joy and you weren’t ashamed of it.

You ignored him as you thought he was being ridiculous. How could she judge you so quickly without even getting to know you?

“I’m going to say hi!” You state with a nod to Chuck. “Do you know her favorite drink?”

You lean against the counter, beaming charmingly at the man. He hesitates as he doesn't want you to get yelled at or scoffed at for even trying.

“I-I don’t know. Sevika’s not… fond of being interrupted during her poker games.”

You blink as you turn back around to watch her shuffle the cards with one clawed and flesh hand, a cigar hanging from her beautiful lips. As much as you wanted to go over there and admire her up close; Chuck was right.

You didn’t want to be rude.

“I’ll just wait until she’s done then,” you nod to confirm.

And that’s what you do. You watch as her opponents angrily toss their forfeit onto the table, muttering curses at the woman. The larger woman keeps her cool composure, a winning smirk on her face. You grin happily at her now empty table, grabbing the drink Chuck had reluctantly handed you to deliver to the woman.

You control the pep in your step as much as you can as you didn’t want to spill the drink. Sevika gathers the coins into her leather pouch when you first approach her table.

“Hi!” You smile warmly.

Sevika, much to your surprise, doesn’t ignore you as Chuck made you believe she would. In fact, she sits back in her seat, her gray eyes trailing up and down your figure as you set down the drink.

“I thought I’d bring you a celebratory drink and introduce myself,” you beam as you clasped your hands behind your back. “You’re Sevika, right?”

And she was even more devilishly charming up close. That was a given but you were able to admire her little marks much closer now. You even noticed blue scars running up the side of her face, trailing down the side of her mechanic arm.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Sevika hummed as she moved her gaze to your awaiting eyes.

You nod, trying not to burst out with excitement so you wouldn’t scare her.

“I am! Just started a week ago, I think. I saw you when I first started and wanted to go say hi and Chuck told me not to,” you wave off like the man was ridiculous with a lovely chuckle. “Everyone says you’re scary but you don’t seem scary to me.”

Sevika’s eyes had flickered over to the bar where Chuck was avoiding her sharp gaze as you unknowingly ratted him out. She decides to let whatever he said slide and focus on the vision that is you right in front of her.

With one more once over your frame, Sevika actually grins at you.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to scare someone as pretty as you, angel.”

Sevika takes her cigar from her lips to blow out the smoke away from you and reaches across the table to grab the drink. You were obsessed with the way she called you ‘angel’, wanting to hear her voice on a loop forever.

“You think I’m pretty?” You swore your face was stretching due to how much you were smiling.

Sevika hums as she takes a slow sip from the slightly rusted glass.

“The prettiest,” she affirmed your question before leaning in close so she could look you in the eyes, admiring the shimmer over your eyelids. “I hope to see you around.”

You nod with an overwhelming flushed face, practically bouncing on the soles of your shoes. You left the table with an overwhelming amount of confidence. Sevika watched you walk back to the bar counter to gush to Chuck about how nice she was.

That was only the beginning of Sevika’s infatuation with you.

She tried to ignore the bubbling feeling of yearning for you but every time she came into the Last Drop, you were just the sweetest girl to her and never made her feel like just a crime lord. Every outfit you wore had her on the verge of begging on her knees for you to let her make you feel so good because that’s what you deserve.

You asked her random questions about her and her life when you would bring her drinks, slowly emerging into Sevika’s life. Sure, it was the bare minimum and you acted this way with most. But when you stared at her as she spoke, nodding to show you were listening and taking in every word with those lovely eyes, she knew she was fucked.

Within the first month of meeting, Sevika built up the courage to ask you out after your shift at the Last Drop. You, of course, were as sweet about it as ever. After that first date, everything shifted in the bond that you two had made over those weeks.

You quickly learned how obsessed and protective Sevika would be over you. Her arm — mechanic or not — would be draped over your soft hips, signaling to everyone that you were hers.

Word quickly spread about you and Sevika’s relationship.

It seemed like out of the blue the men and women would give you dirty looks and make passive-aggressive comments in the Last Drop became significantly nicer to you as well. When you would beam to Sevika how you all of a sudden started getting tipped more at work, she would congratulate you, showering you with kisses.

Little did you know it was because everyone was afraid to rub you the wrong way and that you would tell the intimidating woman. If you were upset, which was rare, you could guarantee Sevika would be just as upset if not more than you.

Just as she had treated you like the princess she saw you as you were just as loving to her. There was no shocker there as you didn’t seem to have one malicious bone in your body. When you weren’t at work, you were right next to Sevika. Whether it’d be at Silco’s office or helping her babysit Jinx, you’d happily be right by her side to help or just be there for support.

The little blue-haired girl would constantly tease Sevika about being a ‘big old softie’ when you came around. You thought she was the cutest thing and Sevika would simply tell her to shut it.

Like any other day, you were sitting on her lap during her poker games, leaning over her shoulder to stare at the hand she had. The opponents across the table were gawking and staring at you, clearly getting distracted by your beauty and outfits. Even after almost a year of being together, Sevika would get so flustered when you would place a kiss on her cheek or jaw when she won a match. She couldn’t — and would never even try — to hide her love and admiration for you.

She called you your good luck charm as if she hadn’t already become a pro at poker before you popped out of nowhere.

This particular match was different though. Her opponents were ones that you knew — Finn and Smeech. You had seen them a few times when you swung by Silco’s office to drop off some treats for your girlfriend and whoever wanted some as well.

You didn’t mean to but you made eye contact with Finn while you were simply gazing around the surrounding space. His bright luminescent green eyes catch yours and you immediately look away. Sevika notices the tension in your body and clears her throat, her strong arm settling around your waist to try and ease you.

“Your eyes are getting away from your cards, Finn,” Sevika quipped, eyes narrowing for a moment before focusing on your breathing that was picking up.

Her thumb rubbed at the revealed skin. You place a gentle hand on her larger one, trying to distract yourself. Most that were played against Sevika didn’t even dare to look you in the eyes; you were Sevika’s and they knew better.

Turns out, Finn was not aware of this.

“Well, something is distracting me, Sevika.” Finn’s off-putting comment made your stomach turn, looking at you with an almost predatory look.

Sevika’s nostrils flared for a moment, puffing out some of the smoke from the cigar dangling from her lips. Your hand tightened on hers, blinking and looking away from him.

“You sure picked a pretty one,” Finn continued and you looked up at him to see him wink at you. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You are taken aback by the question, glancing at Sevika as you mutter out your name. Usually, you were able to converse with the opponents to distract them from Sevika with your effortless charm but you wanted to do anything but talk to Finn.

“Focus on the game or get up from the table,” Sevika warns the man.

You hated seeing Sevika get angry as you knew her as anything but. Sure, she was grumpy and had a stone-cold face but she was the most attentive and loyal girlfriend to you.

“Sev,” you whisper to try and ease her clear anger with the man.

Finn chuckles at her obvious irritation with him. Sevika’s lip twitches at the sound and she sucks in a deep breath, glancing down at the hand of cards.

“Are you done or can we get this going?”

You look back at Sevika with an awkward smile. You felt like you were on display at an exhibit with his eyes on you and not in the way that Sevika looked at you.

No, she was so tender and loving with you.

“You know what? I, um, I forgot the muffins I made in the office. I’ll be right back, baby,” you pat her hand that was gripping onto your torso.

Sevika’s gray eyes found your gaze, watching as they anxiously darted from eye to eye. You were uncomfortable. Finn made you feel uncomfortable. From the moment you weakly smiled at her, Sevika knew she had to deal with him the moment you were out of her eye-line.

“Okay, sweet girl. Be quick. Need my good luck charm,” Sevika curtly nodded, plastering on a grin for your sake.

“I’ll be quick. I love you,” you ignore the obvious stares from the two across the table as you lean down to place a lovely kiss on her lips.

The taste of your lips fogs Sevika’s brain for a moment, reluctantly releasing your waist so you can leave her presence. “And I love you.”

You send her one more darling smile before keeping your distance from the two opponents as you make your way to where the office is located. You wave to Chuck as you pass by him handing a drink to Jinx at the bar in her signature cup.

You pat her on the head and flick one of her collarbone-length braids, watching her whip her head to find your awaiting grin. She leans forward to capture the straw between her lips, waving to you. You chuckle at her mean face before she realized it was you.

Sevika watched you walk away until you were completely out of sight before she reached over the table to grab onto the hair on Finn’s head and slammed it down thrice onto the wooden table. Her large hand held him down, watching him struggle to let himself up after the impact it had on his head.

The thud mixed with his pained grunt echoed, the few people within the bar pausing their movements. Objects clattered and chairs scooted to see where the sound came from. She uses her mechanic hand to take the cigar out of her mouth to rest it on the little ashtray that you sculpted for her.

“You really just couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut,” Sevika snarled at the man who was getting small splinters embedded into his skin from the old wood.

“He didn’t mean it,” Smeech proposed after being silent throughout the entire match up until now. Fucking coward, Sevika thought to herself. “We could… work out a deal to make this go away.”

Sevika scoffed as she started up her mechanical arm, the blade within it revealing itself and extending to push against the small jaw of Smeech’s fury face.

“A misunderstanding is all,” Smeech sputtered out, glancing at Finn’s smashed-in face.

Sevika stood up from her seat to grab onto Finn’s hair and ram him up against the nearest wall, head pounding against the tough wood. The man had yet to say a word about his over-the-line actions. A bloody smile was all he wore. Her hand held him up against the wall, her chest heaving from anger and her hand tightening to watch him writhe under her touch.

“Complete forfeit and that’s it. We’re gone. We’ll never look at her again,” Smeech rushed out

“And what would Silco say to this reckless behavior? We’re partners, you know?” Finn coughed out, spitting some of his blood out onto the ground. “Would not be too keen on that now would he?”

Sevika glanced over at Smeech’s trembling figure, carefully lowering her blade. He was right. As much as she wished she could beat his face until it was black and blue, nearing death, Silco would have more than a few words for her. She retracts the blade back into the arm and releases Finn from his throat, watching him pant and rub at the sore area.

“Leave the money,” Sevika grabbed the still-lit cigar and pressed it onto Finn’s free hand when he wasn’t paying attention. He gasped at the burn seeping into his skin, unable to react as Sevika grabbed him by the collar to push him toward the exit. “And get the hell out here.”

Smeech kept his distance as he nodded in understanding of Sevika’s anger. He released a frantic chuckle as he, along with Finn, left the building without looking back. Sevika shook out her hand and stretched a bit. When she takes a look around, the paused customers instantly continue their previous actions.

“Sev?” She hears you call from behind her, your footsteps growing closer. “Wait, what happened?”

Sevika shook her head as she turned to face your confused expression at the now-empty table. She glanced down at the small tray of muffins that you and Jinx made.

“They had places to be.”

“Aww. I was going to give them a muffin to try before they left. They’re not like ones that’d be up in Piltover but I think we did a pretty good job.” You motion to the berry muffins. “Have you tried one yet? I can’t remember.”

Sevika hums with a shake of her head before grabbing one off of the tray.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” She insisted with a hand out for you to take.

You nod happily at her suggestion, intertwining your fingers with yours as you leave out the door of the Last Drop.

Entering Sevika’s apartment, you rambled about the muffins you made. You were yet to notice Sevika practically undressing you with her eyes.

“I just think if you know if I was able to get a different kind of fruit,” you examine one of them in your hand, letting Sevika lead you by your hip around to the kitchen so you could set your muffins down on the countertop. “You know? Next time you have a transportation, can you stop by a fruit vendor or something up there so that I could—”

“Baby,” Sevika chuckles at your rambling as she rests her hands on your waist, squeezing the plush skin to grab your attention.

“Oh, right. Tell me about the rest of the poker game,” you shook your head and patted her bicep, looking up at her with a sweet smile.

Sevika could take you right there and then. She presses a loving kiss onto your lips before using her non-mechanic hand to cup the side of your face, keeping her hunger for you at bay for now.

“Did I ruin it when I left? Is that why everyone was gone when I came back?” You question, your face wincing at the idea that you may have altered the game. “I-I know I was… being distracting to Finn and I didn’t mean to.”

Sevika shook her head at your words, shushing your insecure thoughts creeping into your head.

“No. No, you did nothing wrong. Finn was the one out of line,” Sevika sneered, rubbing her thumb along the apple of your cheek.

“Are you sure?” You checked in one more time.

“Yes, angel. I mean it,” her voice is assertive but reassuring.

You nod, sighing as you lean into the comforting feeling of her palm. The feeling of discomfort from half an hour ago still lingered in your mind. You release an awkward chuckle, staring up at Sevika’s comforting gray eyes.

“I’m sorry. I just never felt that weird before.”

Sevika’s brows furrowed at your confession. Once you realize how depressing you sound, you shake your head as you reach up to cup her stern face, running your thumb over her blue scars. She wished she would’ve just finished Finn off right there and then seeing you contemplate who you are because of him.

“You… are perfect. Everything about you,” Sevika breathed out, leaning in to place kisses on the under of your jaw.

You gasp softly at the feeling, running a hand over the length of her shoulder. Her hand cupped at your neck, her thumb pressing underneath your to get you to tilt your chin upwards. You pant as her lips trail down the length of your neck, barely ghosting her lips to draw the neediness out of you.

It didn’t take much for you to get riled up for Sevika. Because, well, it was Sevika. She learned every spot that drove you wild and made it her mission to take advantage of that.

“I-I’m really okay, Sev,” you assure her but your slack jaw gave away how much you wanted this.

“Do you want me to stop?” She questions, pausing her movements but still heavily panting against your neck.

You shake your head rapidly, hand cursing up the back of her head into her hair.

“No, no. Please don’t.”

And how could she not give you what you want? Especially when you’re so sweet.

“Such a sweet girl, baby,” she breathed out before backing out of the comforting crook of your neck.

You preen at the praise, looking up at her with dazed-out eyes. Your hands were clamped down on the counter behind you, the ledge digging into your back. She traced the wet mark on your skin before delving back into your lips.

You ‘hmph’ at the attack on you but recover quickly, falling into a rhythm against her. Her hands settle back on your waist, her real hand sneaking up your top to run her fingers over your ribcage. You shiver against her, the sound of your lips smacking and the feeling of her tongue grazing over your bottom lip increasing your arousal.

“Wanna get up on the corner for me?” Sevika hums between kisses, her hands gripping at the meat of your thighs.

You nod with a hum, releasing the counter. Sevika lifted you with ease, hoisting you up on the counter. You couldn’t but giggle at the motion, still not being used to the fact that she was that strong. Her muscles were a constant reminder but when she was able to effortlessly move you around, you swore you were on top of the world.

“Need you, Sev,” you whisper against her lips, a smile creeping onto your lips.

Sevika's eyes shut at the sound of you asking for, needing her.

“Say that again, pretty girl,” she mutters as her grip on you tightens.

You smile against her lips as you peck them a few times before tilting your head up at her.

“I need you, baby. Please.”

Sevika released a near growl at your begging for her. She nearly knocks you back onto the counter as her lips find yours once again. Your bodies press up against one another, grinding your crotches. Your eyebrows raise at the bulge in between her legs.

You were not expecting her to be wearing the strap-on around. A pleasant surprise, nonetheless.

Sevika must've noticed you slowing down, pulling away with a slight smirk.

“You want it?” Sevika hummed, slowly grinding the bulge against you once again.

You nod again with greed, clawing at her back. With quick and hurried movements, you helped her move your panties down from underneath your rather short skirt. Sevika runs her hands up the plush of your thighs as her lips kiss your collarbones.

Growing impatient, you take matters into your own hands and reach for the button of her pants. Sevika hummed at the feeling, in fact pushing your hips into your hands to encourage the neediness. You took the strap out of her briefs, not wanting to take the time for foreplay.

You were positive that you were wet enough for Sevika to just ease into you. She chuckles at you angling your hips so she could line herself up to your aching pussy.

“Needy girl,” she teases.

You flush at the mocking, loving any sort of attention she was giving you. Your mind had completely blanked on why you were feeling so weird in the first place. Sevika was all that was able to make its way through your thoughts.

Her rough yet tender hands, her addicting lips, her toned waist, her ever-so-loving voice.

Just Sevika.

“Should’ve killed him for staring at you,” Sevika mutters against your skin. “For talking to you like that, angel.”

You shake your head at her words. “Just want you, Sev.”

Sevika nodded, knowing how much you hated seeing the violence. You, of course, knew it was a part of her job but when you saw people physically get hurt, you could feel it too. You would hate to know someone got hurt on your account.

“I’ll take care of you,” Sevika says out loud as if she’s trying to get herself back on track.

You were a waiting mess for her and she was thinking about killing that fucker. She blinked and looked at you, really admiring every curve of your body. Your hands were running over her broad shoulder, glancing down at the dildo in between you two.

Her hands push your legs apart, a smile growing on her face. You pant as your patience is wearing thin, watching her grab the base end of the strap to glide the tip through your folds. She was still teasing you, an evil smirk on her lips.

“Baby, don’t be mean,” you whine, looking up at her with desperation written all over your face.

Sevika whispers an ‘I’m sorry’, placing a kiss and soft bite underneath your dropped jaw. She held your hips still in place as she carefully inched herself into you. You gasped and moaned at the stretch inside of you. Sevika’s head tilts back as she curses under her breath.

You swore at times she acted like she really could feel you through the strap.

“Fuck,” she groans, humming as she bottoms out inside of you.

Your nails were digging into the scarred skin of her neck, emitting another moan from the woman. Without wasting another second, Sevika, once she was sure you were okay, began thrusting inside of you.

Your tits bounced with every thrust, nearly popping out of your top from movements. Sevika shamelessly watched your face twist in pleasure, your beautiful skin glistening with her saliva from her wet kisses and your sweat.

“Baby,” you moan out, shivering when she thrusts hard up into you.

Sevika grabbed underneath your jaw with her real hand, making you make eye contact with her as she fucked into you.

“My perfect girl,” she praises as her thrusts continue, slapping against your inner thighs.

You preen at the praise, wanting to look away but Sevika wouldn’t let you. Your stomach tightens at your overwhelming fast orgasm approaching. It was creeping up your spine, burning in the best way possible.

“Just like that, baby,” Sevika nodded as she released your face to focus on your soft hips.

Your breathy and whiny moans drive Sevika to speed up her thrusts into you. Your legs were hiked up around her toned waist, brushing deliciously at her v-line.

“Sev, please,” you beg.

For what? You weren’t sure anymore.

“Say you’re perfect. Say it for me, angel,” Sevika groaned as she continued her thrusts inside of you, one of her hands cupping underneath your jaw.

Your mind was foggy, barely able to focus on what she was asking you what to do. Your hips stutter as you try to match the pace of her thrusts.

“I’m… p-perfect.” You sputter through your heavy breathing, reaching and holding onto her strong forearm.

The metal of her mechanic arm made your skin shiver as she shifted your legs to somehow reach deeper into you. Your painted nails dug into her skin as you tried to adjust to the angle change.

“You’re my perfect girl. My angel, my sunshine,” Sevika praises you as her thrusts become sloppier, a shiver running down her spine.

Nothing, not even Shimmer, could compare to the euphoric feeling of being with you like this. Nothing was as addicting as you.

“Yours,” was all you could whimper out.

You were sure your makeup was smudged, most of your eyeshadow faded from the heat exuding from your body. Sevika wouldn’t let you even try to think about anything else but feeling good.

“‘M yours too, angel. Don’t you forget it.”

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[rootedinrevisions]

In His Arms

A/N: Just a little aftercare fluff with our favorite cowboy. Not much of a plot and this is kind of more of a drabble than a one-shot. But I was struggling to write anything else so this is what my brain wanted to think about tonight

WARNINGS: Implied smut, maybe cockwarming? (not sure if that's the right label for what happens here.)

WORD COUNT: 1,116

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Twisters: Tyler Owens, Boone, Scott, Javi

Top Gun: Maverick: Rooster, Hangman, Bob

Marvel/MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

WWE/Wrestling: Cody Rhodes, Corey Graves, Damian Priest, Drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, L.A. Knight, Pat McAfee, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins (if there is someone you're thinking of from WWE and they aren't on the list feel free to ask! There are so many guys on the roster that these were the ones that came to mind.)

The room was steeped in warmth, the kind that only came from the perfect combination of love and passion. The soft hum of the ceiling fan mixed with the distant sound of crickets outside the window, creating a soothing backdrop to the slow return of your breaths. Tyler was beneath you, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as your own heartbeat began to settle. He’d only been home an hour, but already, it felt like the days apart had been nothing more than a distant memory.

You lay sprawled over him, your body molded to his like it belonged there—because it did. His arm rested lazily above his head, his fingers occasionally flexing against the pillow. The other was anything but idle, his roughened palm drawing a lazy path up and down your spine. His touch was featherlight yet deliberate, the tips of his fingers brushing over every curve, every dip of your body like he was memorizing you all over again.

Neither of you spoke at first. Words weren’t necessary—not yet. The moment was too raw, too precious to break with conversation. He was still buried deep inside you, his body unwilling to part from yours. You felt his heartbeat against yours, steady and sure, as if tethering you to him.

"You okay, darlin’?" His voice was soft and gravelly, thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.

You nodded against him, your cheek resting against the firm plane of his chest. "More than okay," you murmured, your words muffled but still clear enough to make him chuckle.

"Good." His hand slid into your hair, fingertips massaging gently at your scalp. "I missed you so much. Felt like I was out there forever this time."

It wasn’t the first time he’d been gone chasing storms, but this week had felt especially long. His absence left an ache in your chest, one you hadn’t realized had grown so deep until he was back and holding you like this.

"Me too," you admitted softly, your lips brushing against his skin. You felt the way his body shifted beneath you, his arm tightening around your waist like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” he finally murmured, his deep voice a low rasp that sent a ripple of heat through you. His words came with a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

You nuzzled into the curve of his neck, your lips brushing against his pulse. He tipped your head back slightly, just enough so his gaze could find yours in the dim light of the room. His green eyes, flecked with golden warmth, held a look so tender, it nearly stole the breath you’d just regained.

"I thought about you every night," he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair. "Every damn minute. You don’t even know what you do to me."

His free hand began its slow path down your back again, fingertips trailing over the curve of your spine. When he reached the small of your back, he paused, pressing his palm flat against your skin and holding you there. 

"This," he said softly, "this right here is what I needed."

A flush rose to your cheeks, and Tyler’s lips curled into a soft smile as he felt the heat of it against his neck. 

“There it is,” he teased, his voice dipping into that gravelly tone that always made your heart stutter. "That blush I love so much."

He shifted slightly beneath you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pressed you impossibly closer. You could feel every inch of him, the heat of his body wrapping around you like a blanket. He didn’t stop touching you, his hand tracing slow, deliberate paths that left trails of goosebumps in their wake.

“You feel so damn good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, then down to the corner of your mouth. “I swear, nothing else compares. Nothing else even comes close to having you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, his lips capturing yours in a slow, searing kiss that left no room for doubt about how deeply he meant every word. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with your own.

“Stay with me like this a little longer,” he said softly, his hand coming back up to cradle the nape of your neck. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

His fingers trailed down your spine again, his touch firmer this time, as if grounding you both in the moment. His lips found the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he continued in a hushed voice that sent shivers racing through you.

“I missed you so much,” he said, his tone rougher now, edged with the kind of desire only he could make feel like a promise. “And I’m not done with you. Not even close. I want you again, sweetheart. Over and over.”

His words made heat bloom low in your belly, and you couldn’t stop the way your body shifted against his. Tyler’s hand on your waist tightened, holding you still as his eyes darkened. 

"Easy, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "We’ve got all night. No need to rush."

He let his hand drift lower, tracing the curve of your hip before sliding back up to the small of your back. 

"I’m gonna show you just how much I missed you," he whispered, his lips grazing your jawline. "Gonna make sure you feel it—every inch of it."

You shivered as his words washed over you, his breath warm against your skin. He shifted beneath you, his body a comforting weight as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he said softly, the words catching you off guard even though you’d heard them before. There was something different in the way he said it now, like it wasn’t just an expression but a vow.

Your heart swelled, and you leaned up just enough to kiss him again, pouring every unspoken feeling into the connection. He responded in kind, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough, like he was memorizing every curve and dip.

The world outside didn’t matter—not the storms he chased, not the time apart, not anything but the two of you in this moment. In his arms, you felt it all: desired, cherished, and deeply, irrevocably loved.

And as the night stretched on, Tyler made good on his promise, showing you again and again just how much you meant to him.

[paradiseismine]

Finnverse kinks - Headcanons

Pairing: Finnverse characters x f!reader

Warnings: pretty spicy (duh), but no actual smut scenes.

Summary: kinks I believe each Finn character would have hehehe

Love note from Nina: would you like me to turn each kink into a full fic? let me know, lovelies!

Boris Pavlikovsky

💋 SUI (sex under the influence)

We all know that he’s a stoner, but Boris lovesss to see you all sensitive from some MDMA, shivering and moaning at the softest graze of his fingers; or laughing while riding him with a joint in your hand (he thinks you look specially sexy while doing it). Boris is already insatiable sober, but when you get high with him is a whole different story - let’s just say you’ll be really satisfied (and well, a bit sore) the next morning.

💋 Pet kink

He’ll call you bunny, kitty and other pet animal names. He got you a choker that resembles a collar, and you wear it nearly every time you two have sex. He’ll pull your face closer to his by your collar, telling you to be a good pet and do as he says. It all started with him jokingly saying that you were an animal in bed, but as time went on, he got a bit more literal with that.

💋 Daddy kink

Expect that delicious Russian accent to tell you to “cum for daddy” or to “come suck dick for daddy” multiple times during your intimacy. And of course, you have to call him daddy as well, giving him the “yes sir”, and the big pleading eyes.

If you don’t oblige, he’ll flip you over his lap and spank you until you call him daddy. “What did you want from daddy, my little girl?” and you’ll babble, so horny you’ll sound drunk “Your cock, daddy, I need your cock in my pussy, need you to stretch out my little hole real good, please”

Mike Wheeler

💋 (Not so) secret hickeys/love bites

Mikey absolutely loves to mark you as his, leaving little purple bruises on your neck, on your breasts or on your shoulders. He won’t say it to your face, but if he left a hickey on your breasts and you decide to wear a low cut shirt later that day, showing off the bruise to all of your friends, he’ll fuck you extra hard when you two get alone. Something about other people seeing how you belong to him sends this boy over the edge, and it’s his pleasure to let you know how he feels.

💋 Risky sex

Oh, so you two are going to the movies? Make sure to wear a skirt, and make sure it’s shorter this time, so you won’t draw so much attention when he starts fingering your pussy and making you stifle your moans halfway through the movie. Going camping? Good, he always wanted to get his dick sucked under a tree beneath the stars.

Basically, Mikey wants to have you in places where you two could possibly get caught, that thrill gets him rock hard in a second - and let’s face it, you have a lot of fun with it too.

💋 Panties in his pocket

Now, if you really want to drive Mike wild, try going to the bathroom, taking off your panties and sneaking them in the back pocket of his pants. You did this once at a friend’s house party, and the way he fucked you afterwards still gives you chills just thinking about it.

You can do that at a restaurant, at a trip or something along those lines - knowing you’re so naughty just for him, and so eager for him to please you that you can’t even keep your underwear on is sure to make him lose his mind. He’ll grab you by the hips as soon as you’re alone and whisper to your ear, “Does my princess need her man to take care of her, yeah? I got you, sweet girl”

Miles Fairchild

💋 Shibari

It goes without saying that this one here is a dom - we all know it by now - but he absolutely loves to tie you up. Mostly he uses actual ropes, but he has bought a myriad of different materials to tie you up with, just to, you know, switch things up. He’ll tie you up to the ceiling, completely naked, and fuck you without moving a muscle himself, just from your swinging at the ropes. He’ll bounce you on his cock and say something like “ah, now you’re just the way I like it, all exposed and tied up for me to use, my little puppet sex doll”

💋 Free use

Speaking of “use”, Miles loves some free use. He loves to lower your pants or lift up your dress out of the blue and fuck you senseless. He’ll also lower your top’s spaghetti straps and suckle on your boobs like a starving baby whenever he wants, stroking himself in the mean time.

It goes both ways, though: you’re free to pump him hard and make him fuck your tight slit as much as you want and whenever you want, or force his face onto your pussy to get him to eat you out. He basically never says no, and is always eager to please his slutty princess however she wants.

💋 Knife play

He gets all hot and heavy when you declutter your closet: that means that some old/stained clothes, that would normally be discarded, now get to be cut through by his knife. Miles gets FERAL when you let him cut through your clothes to undress you. It’s all about how dominant he feels doing that.

On special occasions, you’d even let him do a small cut on a less visible/less prone to excessive bleeding part of your body. That boy is a sucker for your blood and will lick it all off in a split second.

Trevor Spengler

💋 Soft domination

Trev is a softer dom - he’s way more likely to praise you instead of degrading you and doesn’t leave as many bruises or marks on your body, preferring his dominance to be more mental. But you must remember: he’s in charge, and he’ll gladly remind you of that if you dare forget it for a mere second.

Prepare yourself for some hair pulling, sensual biting, spanking and harsh groping, lotsss of getting asked “whose pussy is this, baby girl?” and “all wet and needy, aren’t you? what should I do to you first?” as his delicious raspy voice makes your brain melt away with lust.

💋 Breeding

Huge breeding kink, this one. It all boils down to his “modern hero” nature - he wants to save you, to protect you, to be your lifeline. And knowing that you would potentially trust him to father your children drives this boy wild.

He’ll always say things like “You got such a tight little pussy, princess, can I cum inside you already?”, “I’m gonna fill you up to the brim tonight, love” or “I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum, you won’t even be able to hold it all inside you”. So, uh…Pulling out? Not his game. Your pussy leaking with his cum and it dripping down your legs the whole day sounds way more fun.

💋 Car sex

The Ectomobile and Trevor have a long history together by now, and he wants you to be part of it. Whether you are sitting on the hood of the car or bent over it, or lying on the backseat, or got one leg to each side of his waist behind the steering wheel, Trev will never deny any sexual advances in his car. Quickies? Long, elaborate sex? He’s down. Sucking his dick while he drives is a particular favorite, and it makes him cum a lot sooner than usual, he just can’t hold it in - you look so hot, so slutty, so submissive doing that, he loves it.

Ziggy Katz

💋 Sex tape kink

Besides also liking nudes and sexting, it’s when you’re home and his camera is fully charged that this boy gets the most throbbing erections. You don’t even have to actually press the record button if you don’t want to, but just the fantasy of recording or (even better) live-streaming your sex makes Ziggy feel like he might explode. He’ll tell you to “smile for the camera” as he cums in your face, get you on all fours and pound into your pussy from behind as you moan and watch your own face contort in pleasure by looking at the camera’s viewfinder.

💋 Exhibitionism

Filming your intimacy is merely a small part of Ziggy’s main kink: exhibitionism. He absolutely loves to discreetly grab your butt in public while you two walk together, to swiftly get his hand under your skirt while kissing at a corner of a party, all that silly stuff. He just wants everyone to know he bagged such a babe. You’re so pretty he still can’t believe you like him and wanted to be his girlfriend - so now he’s gotta show you off as much as he can (well, as much as you’ll let him, ‘cause this boy would fuck you in front of an audience if he could).

💋 Feet

Ziggy will kiss your feet whenever they’re reachable when you two are getting it on. He’ll always compliment your pedicure, call you his goddess, say how soft and beautiful your feet are. Occasionally, he’ll ask for a footjob, saying things like “You’re so gorgeous, love, I bet you could make me cum using only your feet” or “let’s put that red pedicure you just got for a better use, huh?” He just worships you all over, but there’s something about your feet that gets him specially hard.

[st0nesnglitter]

i’m on my knees PLEASE do reader realizing something non-sexual they do turns finnick on + him trying to deny it until he cracks 🤭🙏

Okay a little self-indulgent cause I’m an eyebrow scruncher (SUE ME I DARE YA)

this sucks

You were standing in the produce section of the grocery store, squinting your eyes to try and decipher Finnicks scrawly handwriting. As you see him come back with one liter of your milk you turn the list to him, looking up with a little line between your brows.

“Finn, what does it say here?” You ask, fingernail under the word.

But he seems lost for a couple of seconds, eyes big and glassy for just a beat, before shaking his head ever so slightly. He glances at the paper but quickly lifts his eyes back to your face.

“Um.. carrots” he mumbles.

You turn to go grab a bag of the vegetable but Finnick gets a hold of your wrist. His big hands take your face gently and kisses you, deeply. Way too passionate for a grocery run on a Wednesday. And when he pulls away he keeps his hands on your cheeks a little extra.

The incident leaves you wondering, but it isn’t until later you can connect the dots.

You were situated in your loveseat, wrapped in a blanket and a cup of tea forgotten beside you, reading your book. Finnick was in his opposite loveseat, eyes glancing over his book multiple times towards you. As you encountered a difficult sentence your eyebrows knitted together, re-reading it over and over.

You hear Finnick clear his throat, lifting your eyes to him with a tilt of your head.

“Something wrong, Finn?” You ask softly, placing down the book open in your lap as you reach over to draw shapes over his ankle.

“No, no.. just keep reading, sugar” he mumbles, golden cheeks tinged with pink.

So you do. But as you try to emerge into the writing you notice how Finnicks eyes doesn’t leave your face. So you close your book and sit up a little straighter.

“I can tell there’s something on your mind, Finn” you say, head tilted with a little crease between your brows.

He stares at you blankly for a moment, cheeks still flushed, before reaching up to scratch his neck.

“It’s just..” he starts “just when your brows scrunch together like that.. I-i don’t know”

You smile, very amused by his confession, and you place your hand back on his ankle.

“It turns you on?” You ask with a slight giggle, scrunching them together on purpose for him.

“Fuck off” Finnick scoffs, turning away from you with a slight pull on his pants.

“You can’t be serious!”

He looks at you with an annoyed little pout, dragging his finger over the back of your hand. You look down at his touch, then up at him again, eyes lingering on his groin. A not so subtle tent residing there.

“Really? Right now?” You ask him, shaking your head slightly, “you get that turned on?”

“Well shame on me for getting hard for my girlfriend!”

reqs are open

[multiversal-madness]

Here’s the chapter 2 banner in its various stages of completion, should I do a post like this for every chapter? I find them interesting though I’m interested to hear any feedback.

[kitkatkitzune]

MUSE

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!witch!reader

Summary: Always the artist, never the muse… until now that is… sorta?

Warnings: A tiny bit of Angst, Death, Mentions of painting with blood, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (whoopsie)

Notes: First post of the new year!

After a lot of consideration I have decided that I am not going to be making a tag list at this point in time. I am simply not organized enough for it, maybe sometime in the future but not now! I’m sorry! If you’d like to be notified when I post you can turn on notifications… sorry again!

Word Count: 1.5k

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You hum as you walk around the Mikaelson home, stopping every few moments to admire the paintings hung around the house. Some of the paintings were incredibly old and some were only made a few years ago, and all of them had been made by the hybrid.

There was at least one of each sibling, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, and even Finn. Freya had also gotten a painting after her return. However, there was someone missing.

There was not a single one of Klaus hung around the home, he wasn’t even in the large family portrait at the end of the hallway. You come to a stop in front of it, tilting your head in confusion.

You don’t get long to ponder the thought as a familiar voice cuts through the silence, “Admiring the artwork, love?”

Turning, you face Klaus with a small smile, “Yes, everything is so beautiful… you’re incredibly talented.”

He hums, taking a step backwards, “Come, I’ll show you my studio.” he beckons you to follow, holding out his hand for you to take.

After a moment's hesitation, you take his hand, allowing him to whisk you away to the art room. The room was isolated, far away from the rest of the rooms in the house. You could tell that this is where Klaus goes to clear his head, when he needs a moment to himself. You couldn’t help but feel honored that he brought you here.

He smiles, “Take a look around…”

You begin to look around the room, admiring the different paintings and drawings all around. Every one was unique in its own way but they were all so Klaus.

There were even paintings in blood, you assumed that the blood used had come from one of Klaus’ many victims. You hover your hand near the canvas, it was of an angel. Ironic. There was something about the painting that you couldn’t shake though, it looked so familiar.

“An angel of death? Since it’s in blood?” you question, quietly.

“Sometimes,” Klaus murmurs in your ear, causing you to jump, you had been too distracted by the paintings to notice how close he had gotten, “inspiration strikes at the strangest times, even while I’m slaughtering my enemies.”

“It’s beautiful…” you smile softly, tilting your head to look at him.

“It’s yours,” he says instantly.

“Oh Klaus, I couldn’t…” you trail off, your eyes catching another painting behind him.

You quickly move to the other side of the room to get a closer look, it was of you.

You look back at Klaus, who, for once in his life, looks a bit nervous, “You weren’t intended to see that yet…”

“You painted me?” you ask in a whisper.

Klaus smiles, regaining his confidence, “Well, I paint you quite often,” he makes his way to you in a split second, “Your beauty is something I enjoy capturing… although, no painting will ever compare to the real thing.”

Your face heats up a bit at his words and you sputter trying to find a response, Klaus however grins, responding before you can, “I don’t know if you picked up on it… but the frame on this was is the same as the other ones displayed, I plan to hang this one in the hallway with the rest of the family portraits….”

Your brows furrow, letting out a small laugh, “I’m not a Mikaelson, Nik.”

“No, but you practically live here, practically family at this point.”

“I suppose that’s true.” you let out a little laugh before frowning, “but what about you?”

“What about me?”

You roll your eyes at his question, “All these paintings, Nik, and not a single one of you.”

He smiles but you swear you see a flicker of hurt pass his eyes, “I’m the artist.”

“And?”

Klaus sighs, “I’ve simply never had the urge to paint myself… I prefer to paint other things.”

You knew there was a deeper meaning to his words and reading between the lines you were quickly able to figure it out. Klaus painted beautiful things, even in his most chaotic works there was beauty, whether it was landscapes or a pretty girl— he painted things he liked, things he loved.

His whole life, Klaus had felt like an outsider in his family, he was the half-sibling, the hybrid, the bastard child. He felt that he did not deserve to be painted, to be hung on the wall with his siblings, and you would make it your mission to show him just how wrong he was.

As it turned out, painting was a lot harder than it looked. You had gone through at least ten canvases over the past week, all containing painted scribbles of the original hybrid and you were growing increasingly frustrated. Klaus always made it seem so simple but it was anything but.

After numerous attempts at recreating his face and failing miserably, you decided to cheat.

There were spells for death, aneurysms, memory, you name it— there was a spell for it. It took time but eventually, you found one for painting. It helped you create a spectacular painting of Klaus. You use the term ‘help’ when in reality, the spell did most of the work.

You were ecstatic to show him the painting, holding the canvas close to your chest as you reached the art room.

“Nik?” you call out quietly, entering the room.

He hums, setting down his paint brush, he was working on a landscape painting. He turns to you, raising a brow when he sees you’re carrying something.

“I’ve brought you something…”

“You’ve got my attention.” he stands up from his stool as you hand him the canvas.

He flips it over and reveals the painting of himself, a small smile appears on his face. Suddenly, his brows furrow, causing you to gulp.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s excellent, love, I just wasn’t aware that you painted.”

“Oh,” your face heats up, “I don’t, not really… it’s just, you deserve a painting too… just because you’re the tortured artist type doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be captured and immortalized in art…”

Klaus surprises you by pulling you against him in a tight hug, “Thankyou.” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your head.

You freeze in shock but, after a moment you relax, “Of course…”

When he finally pulls back, he stares down at the painting before finally looking at you, “I know that you did not paint this though.”

“I- What do you mean?“

He clicks his tongue, “Artist, remember? I assume you used a spell, little witch?”

You sigh, “Well yes, but I just wanted to paint you and I couldn’t do it! It’s incredibly difficult! I tried my best but everytime I just ended up with scribbles!”

“Scribbles?”

“Yes! Scribbles!” you grab his hand, dragging him to your room to show him the failed paintings.

As expected, Klaus cackles at your failed attempts making you pout, “I did try!”

His laughter quickly subsides at your protest, “I know you did, it’s just… I think we should hang this one up,“ he holds up one of the paintings, “although, people may think Hope painted it.”

“Don’t be mean…” you cross your arms, looking away from him.

Klaus frowns, setting the paintings down, he approaches you and places his hands on your arms, uncrossing your arms, “I’m only teasing, I think that it’s quite sweet.”

Finally, you turn back and look at him, trying to hold your angry expression but fail. The two of you stand there for a moment in silence, just staring at each other until finally, Klaus moves. He dips his head, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turns heated, his hands find their way to your waist and he pulls you flush against him.

You tug on his hair and he groans at the feeling, sliding his hands to the back of your thighs. He picks you up with ease, pushing you against the nearest wall causing a few things to rattle, including the painting made in blood. It fell to the ground, making you both break apart at the sound.

“That painting…” you mumble, out of breath, “It’s still so familiar…”

Klaus smirks, setting you back on the ground, “I thought you’d have figured it out by now…” he brushes some of the hair from your face, “It’s you, you’re the angel… I made that the day we first met. When you were surrounded by those vampires… and with a flick of your wrist all of their heads exploded, coating you in their blood. I had never seen a sight so beautiful…”

“That is… so messed up…” you breathe out, “but so hot.”

And with that, you grab his face and slam your lips to his. You truly were his muse, and he was yours… sort of?

Bonus!

You sit at the dining room table, coloring with Hope and Klaus. Rebekah was braiding Hope’s hair and Elijah sat at the head of the table drinking his coffee while looking over the newspaper when Kol came waltzing into the room.

Kol smiles, “I saw your new painting Hope, it’s lovely.”

Hope tilts her head, “What painting?”

Elijah answers before Kol can, “The portrait of Niklaus in the hallway.”

Your eyes widen and you immediately look at Klaus who is smirking at you.

“You ass!” you take the crayon you were currently holding and throw it at him, causing him to cackle.

“I told you I’d hang it up!”

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Checkmate ( Book 3 of 3: BTR Series ) a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 6: Adjustments..

Flashback: August 27th, 2025, Various Times

The doctor’s voice echoed softly in Liv’s ears as she stared at the ultrasound screen. “Congratulations, Liv. It’s a girl.” Her heart swelled, and tears pricked her eyes. A baby girl. She laughed through her tears, holding the ultrasound photo in her hands like it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Driving home, she couldn’t stop thinking about Rhea’s reaction. Rhea, who had been her rock, her cheerleader, her sister in every way but blood. She’d laugh and say something like, “She’s gonna have your sass, Liv.”

Pulling into the parking lot of her favorite smoothie shop, Liv took out her phone to call Rhea. Her thumb hovered over Rhea’s name when her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Trinity.

“Hey, Trin!” Liv greeted cheerily. “You’re not gonna believe this. I’m having a girl!”

Trinity’s voice came through choked with tears. “Liv… it’s Rhea. She’s… she’s been kidnapped.”

Liv’s smile faded instantly. “What?” she whispered, gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. “What did you just say?”

“She’s gone,” Trinity sobbed. “Someone took her.”

“No,” Liv said, her voice breaking. “No, this isn’t real. Tell me this isn’t real.” Her breath quickened, panic taking over as her mind raced. “Who… how could this happen?”

Liv’s vision blurred with tears as she broke down, dropping her phone onto the passenger seat. She leaned forward, resting her head against the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably.

She fumbled for her phone and called Dominik. He answered immediately, his voice calm until he heard hers. “Dom,” she cried, “it’s Rhea. She’s gone… they took her.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Dominik asked, alarmed.

“She’s gone!” Liv shouted through her tears. “How do we… what do we do? How are we supposed to live without her?”

Dominik tried to console her, his own voice shaking. “Liv, listen to me. We’ll figure this out. We’ll get her back. She’s strong, okay? She’s not giving up, and neither are we.”

—

Finn grunted as he pushed the barbell back onto the rack, wiping sweat from his forehead. The gym was nearly empty, save for a few people scattered around. He sat on the bench, catching his breath, when his phone buzzed. Dominik’s name flashed on the screen.

“Dom,” Finn answered, grabbing his water bottle. “What’s up?”

“Finn…” Dominik’s voice cracked. “It’s Rhea. She’s been kidnapped.”

Finn froze, the water bottle slipping from his hand and rolling onto the floor. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m serious,” Dominik said, his voice trembling. “Trinity just called. Someone took her.”

“No, no, no,” Finn muttered, shaking his head as his chest tightened. “This can’t be real. Rhea… she’s not…” His voice trailed off, his mind racing with disbelief and dread.

“I don’t know what to do,” Dominik admitted, his voice breaking.

Finn stood abruptly, pacing the gym floor as his heart pounded. “We have to do something. We can’t just sit here!” His voice grew louder, drawing the attention of a few others in the gym.

He ended the call and sank onto the bench, burying his face in his hands. Memories of Rhea flashed through his mind—her laugh, her strength, the way she’d always been there for him. And now, she was gone.

—

The restaurant was dimly lit, the soft hum of conversation and clinking silverware creating a peaceful atmosphere. Damian reached across the table to take Kayden’s hand, smiling at her as they shared a quiet moment.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. “It’s Trinity,” he said, answering. “Hey, Trin—”

The look on his face changed instantly, his expression crumbling as Trinity’s panicked voice filled his ear. “No,” Damian said, his voice trembling. “No, this can’t be true.”

Kayden watched him, her brow furrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

Damian’s hand shook as he set the phone down. “It’s Rhea. She’s been kidnapped.”

Kayden’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. Damian’s shoulders began to shake as he tried to hold back tears, but the weight of the news was too much. He buried his face in his hands, sobbing at the table.

Kayden stood, moving to his side and wrapping her arms around him. “We need to go home,” she whispered, her own voice trembling. “We’ll figure this out together.”

—

Joseph and Almia sat on the couch, their two toddlers giggling as they watched Bluey on the TV. Almia leaned against Joseph, laughing softly at their sons’ reactions to the show.

Joseph’s phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he picked it up, seeing Jon’s name. “Hey, Jon. What’s up?”

The smile on his face disappeared as Jon’s frantic words reached him. “What?” Joseph said, his voice low and disbelieving. “No… Jon, that isn’t true.”

Almia turned to him, her smile fading. “What’s wrong?”

Joseph hung up, his hand shaking as he looked at her. “It’s Rhea. Someone took her.”

Almia gasped, her eyes filling with tears. “Oh my God… Joseph, no.”

Their toddlers looked up, sensing the shift in the room. “Mommy? Daddy?” one of them asked.

Joseph pulled Almia into his arms as she began to cry, the weight of the news settling over them like a dark cloud.

—

Joe and Galina watched their kids play in the sand, their laughter blending with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was a rare moment of peace for their busy family.

Joe’s phone rang, and he answered it, hearing Jon’s voice on the other end. “Jon? What’s going on?”

Galina noticed the change in his expression immediately. Joe’s face went pale, his jaw tightening as he listened. “Kidnapped?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “How could this happen?”

“What is it?” Galina asked, her heart sinking.

Joe ended the call and turned to her, his eyes filled with pain. “It’s Rhea. Someone took her.”

Galina’s hand flew to her chest as tears welled in her eyes. Their children’s laughter faded into the background as Joe pulled her close, their shared grief weighing heavily between them.

—

Dahlia lay on the hospital bed, wincing as the nurse adjusted the monitor strapped to her belly. Isayah sat beside her, holding her hand and murmuring words of encouragement.

Dahlia’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, and Isayah answered it. “Hello?”

Trinity’s frantic voice came through. “Isayah, it’s Rhea. She’s been kidnapped.”

Isayah froze, his grip tightening on Dahlia’s hand. “What? Are you serious?”

Dahlia looked at him, her heart racing. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Isayah’s voice broke as he relayed the news. “It’s Rhea. Someone took her.”

Dahlia’s face crumpled, and she began to sob, clutching her belly as fear and heartbreak overwhelmed her. Isayah wrapped his arms around her, trying to stay strong, but his own tears fell as he whispered, “We’re going to get through this. I promise.”

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Flashback: September 5th, 2025

Talisua moved quietly down the hall toward the nursery, her maternal instincts kicking in. As she entered the room, she was greeted by the soft glow of the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Baby Jeyson lay peacefully in his crib, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Talisua approached him with a tender smile, gently adjusting his blanket.

But her focus quickly shifted to the state of the room. She scanned the space with a critical eye, checking the changing table, the supply of diapers, and the organization of baby bottles and formula. The formula dispenser was neatly placed, but she noticed a few bottles needed cleaning. She made mental notes to tidy up the area further.

Opening the closet, she examined Jeyson’s clothes. Everything seemed in order, but she began folding and organizing the outfits to ensure they looked pristine and accessible. She glanced at the small bookshelf by the crib, where a few baby books and toys were haphazardly stacked, and began arranging them neatly.

“If CPS shows up,” Talisua muttered to herself, “they’ll see this baby has everything he needs—and more. No one will question Jeyson’s care.”

She paused, brushing her hand gently across Jeyson’s head. “You’re going to be okay, little one,” she whispered. “Your grandparents are here now.”

Meanwhile, Solofa made his way to one of the guest bedrooms. The second he opened the door, the overwhelming sight of destruction hit him like a wave. The room was in utter chaos—torn posters of Rhea’s different eras were scattered across the floor, some shredded beyond recognition. The nightstand was smashed against the wall, drawers hanging off their hinges. Blood spattered the walls and furniture, a grim reminder of Jey’s emotional breakdown.

Solofa let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging as he surveyed the damage. He didn’t say a word, but the weight of what his son was going through pressed down on him. Shaking his head, he turned and walked toward the hall closet, searching for cleaning supplies.

A few minutes later, he returned with a mop, a bucket, a spray bottle, and a trash bag. He rolled up his sleeves, his movements deliberate. “One step at a time,” he murmured.

Solofa began by picking up the broken pieces of the nightstand and placing them in the trash bag. He worked quietly, methodically, as if each piece he discarded symbolized a bit of the pain he was helping to clear away.

Next, he turned his attention to the posters. He carefully gathered the torn fragments, some of them stuck to the wall with bits of tape. When he came across a piece of a poster with Rhea’s face, he paused, staring at it for a long moment. “Jey…” he said under his breath, his voice heavy with sorrow.

He placed the pieces in the bag and moved to clean the bloodstains. Using the spray bottle and a rag, he scrubbed at the walls and furniture, the dried blood fading slowly with each pass.

Despite the physical effort, Solofa didn’t stop. His resolve was unshakable. This wasn’t just about cleaning a room—it was about restoring a sense of order, of normalcy, to a house that had been consumed by chaos.

As he worked, Talisua appeared in the doorway, holding a neatly folded blanket. She watched him in silence for a moment, her heart breaking at the sight of her husband laboring so tirelessly for their son.

“Need a hand?” she finally asked.

Solofa glanced over his shoulder, offering her a faint smile. “I’ve got this,” he said. “You focus on Jeyson. I’ll handle this mess.”

Talisua nodded, stepping into the room to place the blanket on the bed. “You’re a good father,” she said softly.

Solofa paused, his hand resting on the mop handle. He looked at her, his expression weary but determined. “I’m just doing what needs to be done,” he replied. “For Jey. For all of us.”

Talisua placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before turning to leave. Solofa resumed his work, his movements steady and purposeful. As he cleaned, a quiet strength radiated from him—a reminder that even in the darkest times, the bonds of family could hold everything together.

Hours passed, and Solofa worked tirelessly, moving from one room to another. He wiped away stains, adjusted furniture, and restored a semblance of order to the home. Despite the weight of the task, he remained focused, driven by a deep sense of duty to his family.

Eventually, Solofa reached the master bedroom. He opened the door slowly, stepping in with quiet care. Jey lay sprawled across the bed, unconscious from the sedative. His chest rose and fell steadily, but the sight of his bandaged hands and arms tugged at Solofa’s heart. He stood in silence for a moment, the weight of his son’s pain heavy in the air.

Determined to keep moving, Solofa began tidying the room. He folded clothes, cleared away debris, and straightened the nightstand. As he reached for a discarded shirt on the floor, his eyes caught something unusual—a bloodied iPhone lying face down near the bed.

Picking it up cautiously, Solofa turned the device over in his hand. The cracked screen was smeared with dried blood, a reminder of Jey’s recent anguish. Solofa frowned, wiping the phone gently with a cloth before plugging it into a nearby charger.

Moments later, the phone powered on, and notifications flooded the screen—text messages, missed calls, and voicemails. Solofa’s brows furrowed as he scrolled through the endless stream of names and numbers. Many were from family and friends offering support, but one message stood out.

It was from Takecia, Jey’s ex-wife. The message, sent the night before, read:

“I’m worried about you. Jeyce and Jaciyah are worried about you. Please call me.”

Solofa stared at the message for a long moment, his mind racing. He set the phone down carefully, his thoughts turning to Jey’s two sons. With a heavy sigh, he left the room and headed downstairs, the phone’s notifications still buzzing faintly behind him.

Once in the living room, Solofa pulled out his own phone and dialed Takecia’s number. The line rang twice before she picked up.

“Solofa,” Takecia’s voice was cautious but concerned. “Is Jey okay?”

Solofa took a deep breath, his tone calm but firm. “Takecia, it’s been a tough time. Jey’s not in a good place right now, and Talisua and I have moved in temporarily to help stabilize things. But I need to ask you for a favor.”

“What kind of favor?” she asked, her voice softening.

“I need you to keep Jeyce and Jaciyah at your apartment for a while,” Solofa explained. “The house isn’t a good environment for them right now. They need peace and stability, and I know you can give them that.”

Takecia hesitated. “I’ve been worried about them too. They keep asking about their dad, and I didn’t know how to explain what’s happening.”

“They don’t need to know all the details,” Solofa said gently. “Just let them know their dad loves them and that he’s trying to get better. This isn’t permanent—it’s just until we can get things under control here.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Takecia finally replied, “Okay, I’ll keep them here with me. But please, Solofa, keep me updated. I care about Jey, even if we’re not together anymore.”

“I will,” Solofa promised. “Thank you, Takecia. You’re doing the right thing for the boys.”

After ending the call, Solofa sank into the couch, rubbing his temples. He glanced around the living room, his mind filled with thoughts of Jey, the boys, and the enormous task of holding the family together.

Talisua appeared in the doorway, her expression concerned. “Everything okay?”

Solofa nodded slowly. “I spoke to Takecia. She’s going to keep the boys with her for now.”

Talisua sighed with relief. “That’s good. They don’t need to be here in the middle of all this.”

“No, they don’t,” Solofa agreed. He leaned back, exhaustion settling into his bones. “But we’ll get through this. For Jey. For the kids. For all of them.”

Talisua sat beside him, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Together, they sat in silence, the weight of their responsibilities heavy but shared.

—

Later, Jey’s voice echoed through the house, hoarse and desperate. “Jeyson! Where’s my son?!”

Solofa and Talisua exchanged a worried glance from the living room, where Talisua was rocking baby Jeyson against her chest. The infant stirred, letting out a soft whimper, as if sensing the tension.

Solofa stood up, his calm, steady voice carrying through the house. “Son, we’re here. It’s okay.”

Heavy footsteps thundered down the stairs as Jey appeared, his chest heaving and his eyes wide with panic. His gaze landed on Talisua and Jeyson, and relief flooded his face, though it quickly turned to confusion.

“When did you get here?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“A few hours ago,” Solofa replied, stepping toward his son. “We’ve been here, taking care of him while you rested.”

Jey’s shoulders sagged, and he slowly made his way to the couch, collapsing onto it. His bandaged hands rested on his knees, trembling slightly. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Jeyson. “Can I have my son, please?”

Talisua hesitated, glancing at Solofa. “Are you sure?” she asked gently. Her voice was filled with concern as her eyes flicked to Jey’s hands, wrapped in thick white bandages from the wounds he had inflicted during his violent outbursts. “Your hands… are you sure you’re ready?”

Jey closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to gather his strength. When he opened them, they were filled with determination and heartbreak. “I’m fine,” he said firmly. “Please… I need to hold my son.”

Talisua watched him carefully for a moment before nodding. She stood, cradling Jeyson close to her chest as she crossed the room. The baby stirred again, letting out a soft cry as if unsure of the change. Talisua leaned down and gently placed him in Jey’s arms.

Jey’s hands trembled as he adjusted Jeyson, his bandages grazing the soft fabric of the baby’s onesie. “Hey, little man,” Jey whispered, his voice breaking. Tears filled his eyes as he held his son close, pressing his forehead to Jeyson’s. “Daddy’s here.”

Jeyson let out a tiny coo, his small hand reaching up and brushing against Jey’s cheek. The simple gesture shattered what was left of Jey’s composure. He broke down, silent tears streaming down his face as he clutched his son tightly.

Solofa sat beside him, placing a firm hand on Jey’s shoulder. “We’re here, son,” he said softly. “You’re not alone in this.”

Jey nodded, his gaze never leaving Jeyson. “I just… I don’t know how to do this without her,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “He needs her… and I do too.”

Talisua knelt in front of him, reaching out to stroke his face. “You’re doing it, Jey. Right now. You’re holding him, and you’re loving him. That’s what he needs.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for Jeyson’s soft coos and the sound of Jey’s shaky breaths. Solofa and Talisua stayed close, their presence grounding him as he held onto the one piece of Rhea he still had.

“Any updates?” Jey asked suddenly, his voice breaking with a fragile hope.

Talisua’s face fell, and she exchanged a glance with Solofa. “They are going to find her, Jey,” Solofa said firmly. “They will bring her home. But right now, you need to focus on staying strong for Jeyson.”

Jey nodded, though his heart felt like it was breaking all over again. He kissed the top of Jeyson’s head, his tears soaking into the baby’s soft hair. “I’ll be strong,” he murmured. “For you, little man. And for her.”

Talisua squeezed Jey’s knee reassuringly. “We’ll get through this. As a family.”

Jey looked up at his parents, the weight of their support settling over him like a safety net.

—

Meanwhile, Liv sat in her bedroom, the room dark except for the soft glow of her phone screen. Her swollen belly rested against her knees as she curled up on the edge of the bed, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. She scrolled aimlessly through her photo gallery, each image of her and Rhea pulling her deeper into her grief.

Picture after picture appeared: them backstage at events, laughing in matching outfits, a candid shot of Rhea sticking her tongue out while Liv rolled her eyes playfully. Each memory felt like a stab to the heart.

A video suddenly popped up in the gallery, and before Liv could stop it, it began to play automatically.

Rhea’s voice filled the silent room, warm and full of life. “And here’s the other pregnant queen!”

Liv’s breath hitched as the video played, her teary eyes fixed on the screen. She recognized the setting immediately: Rhea’s baby shower. The two of them were wearing light blue satin pajamas, a deliberate choice Rhea had insisted on, calling it their “pregnancy sisterhood uniform.”

In the video, Liv laughed, holding a plate of chocolate-dipped banana pieces. “Ugh, give me the camera and let’s show you for once,” Liv said, her voice tinged with playful annoyance. She reached for the phone, the image on the screen wobbling for a moment before focusing on Rhea.

Rhea stood with one hand on her rounded belly, her face glowing with happiness. She gave the camera an exaggerated eye-roll. “Look at how she’s gonna pop!” Liv teased from behind the lens.

“It’s Jey’s fault,” Rhea quipped with a sly grin, her hand absently rubbing her belly.

Liv’s laugh echoed in the video, but in her bedroom, there was only silence. She watched as the camera lingered on Rhea’s radiant face, her easy laughter, the way she carried herself with so much joy and confidence.

As the video progressed, Liv’s tears fell uncontrollably. She clutched the phone tightly, as though it were the only connection she had left to Rhea. The sound of Rhea’s voice filled every corner of the room, bringing both comfort and unbearable pain.

When the video ended, Liv stared at the still frame, her thumb hovering over the replay button. Her sobs broke through the silence, her shoulders shaking as she pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

“Rhea,” she whispered brokenly. “You have to come back. You have to. Who else is gonna call me ‘the other pregnant queen’? Who’s gonna…” Her words were swallowed by another wave of tears.

She set the phone down gently on the nightstand, the still image of Rhea frozen on the screen. Liv wrapped her arms around her belly protectively, as though shielding her unborn daughter from the pain she couldn’t contain.

For a long time, Liv sat there, her mind replaying memories of Rhea over and over. It felt like the world had stopped, like nothing else mattered but bringing Rhea home.

Finally, she reached for her phone again and opened the video. Her thumb hovered over the replay button. With a shaky breath, she pressed it, letting Rhea’s voice fill the room once more.

[clovestreet]

Giving Finnick Odair Head

giving finnick odair head

warning⚠️ SMUT 16+ ( minors dni) oral sex (m receiving) slight tiny bit of praise

an: the lack of hunger games character smut on this platform is absolutely mind boggling so i took things into my own hands😋this is my first time writing for finnick so please be kind:) i hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you want me to write about next:)

-While Finnick is typically the one who wants to be in control, he secretly LOVES when you choose to do so yourself. It’s such a big turn-on for him.

-When it comes to sex, he always wants to make you feel good first, and almost never lets you pleasure him before you been taken care of…. at least twice.

-Finnick definitely is not the kind of person to directly ask for head, but he definitely won’t say no if you offer it. He would be reluctant at first, because pleasuring you is always his first priority.

“C’mon baby, let me make you feel good.”

-After some begging and convincing, he finally leans back against the headboard with his hands laced behind his head with nothing but lust and desire behind his hazel eyes.

-This man is breathing heavy and shaking under your touch before have even started. He would definitely gently tug your hair while you tease him with kisses down his gorgeously tan and toned body from his abs to the top of his thighs.

-From the very moment you wrap your lips around him, he is GROANING. Deep and throaty groans.

-His eyes are instantly screwed shut with pleasure and his hands are gripping your hair a little tighter than before.

-Every once in a while, he would look down at you and just watch you and then throw his head back with pleasure and moan.

-His moans were so pretty, masculine but also soft and almost choked out at times. Finnick was never a man who was afraid to be vocal and tell his girl how good she’s making him feel.

-He loved to talk to you through the whole thing too. Nothing was better than watching you look up at him and feel you moan around him in response. It drove him absolutely crazy.

“Mhm, yeah baby just like that”.

“Fuck, you’re so good y/n”.

-The deeper you took him, the louder he got. Do with that what you will;)

-As he neared his release, he would gently roll his hips up into you, silently telling you he wanted, he needed more when his words no longer served him. All he could do is whine your name over and over again in between his increasingly louder moans.

-“Y/n don’t stop”.

-“Fuck y/n r-right there”.

“F-feels so good baby.”

-You listened to him and took him even deeper into your throat and swallowed. He began to snap his hips up sloppily. He size was nothing to scoff at and you couldn’t help but gag.

-The vibration brought him even closer to the edge and he was a moaning mess now. His groans were low and broken as he bobbed your head up and down on himself. He was begging for you to bring him to his release.

“So close baby”.

“Fuck- I’m right there don’t stop”’.

-The second you took his balls into your fingers it was over. Finnick was a goner.

-He was an absolutely beautiful sight to watch as he came undone underneath you. His mouth fell open into the perfect “O” shape as his loudest moan was forced out from deep within him. He cursed your name over and over. His abs were flexed and almost trembling as his orgasm rattled through him. His fingers were wrapped tightly in your hair, never letting up for one second. He kept rolling his hips up into you, becoming increasingly more sloppy as he rode out his high.

-Once you knew he was finished, you trailed your way back up to his mouth with kisses and he pulled you into a deep and breathless kiss, fingers drawing circles around your lower back.

-His face was flushed warm and his skin barely glowing with a sheen of sweat. He looked angelic as he stared into your eyes.

“That was- the best sex I have ever had in my life”.

“Oh shut up Finn” you giggle.

“But now I’m afraid it’s time I return the favor.”

[lvnleah]

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November 2032 | 7 & 3 years old.

40 weeks.

The nursery was ready, and every inch of the house was as clean as anything, but your baby girl was taking her time. Leah was now officially past her due date, and it was clear to both of you that she was beyond frustrated. She tried everything: spicy food, long walks, even bouncing on that damn birthing ball for hours on end. 

Nothing seemed to work.

“Why doesn’t she want to come out?” Leah muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion and a hint of desperation as she paced around the living room, one hand pressed to her aching lower back.

You glanced up from your spot on the couch, where you were trying to fold tiny onesies for what felt like the hundredth time. “She’s just taking her sweet time, I guess. You know, making a grand entrance.”

Leah groaned, rolling her eyes. “I swear, if she doesn’t come soon, I’m going to lose my bloody mind!”

You stood up, walking over to her and wrapped your arms around her waist as best as you could with her swollen belly between you. “She’ll be here soon, love. Just a little longer.”

“I’m so over this,” she whispered, her forehead resting against your shoulder as she fought back tears. “I just want her out.”

You held her close, gently swaying back and forth. “I know, love. I know. It’s rough when you’re so uncomfortable but I promise you that feeling when you first hold them is so worth it.”

“Mumma!” You heard Ellie say, followed by the sound of tiny feet running. “Look at my drawing!”

Ellie was now three so she was at that age where she and Finley could finally play together and their favourite thing to do together was colour. You’d set them up earlier in the kitchen with some snacks, paper and pencils while you and Leah tried to fold baby onesies. 

Leah forced a smile, though you could see the strain in her eyes as she turned to face Ellie. “What have you drawn, bubba?” 

Ellie proudly held up a piece of paper covered in a riot of colours, shapes, and squiggles. “It’s us, Mumma! ‘Ou, me, Finn, Mummy, and baby sister!”

Leah crouched down slowly, her face scrunching with discomfort as she tried to get on Ellie’s level. Her hand pressed against her belly, and you noticed her wince slightly as she bent. “Wow! It’s beautiful, Ells. Look at all those colours!”

Ellie beamed, her eyes shining with pride. “‘Ou like it?”

“I love it!” Leah assured her, reaching out to ruffle her daughter’s hair. “You’re so talented, baby girl.”

Ellie’s smile faltered as she took in the sight of Leah struggling to get back up. “Mumma, are ‘ou otay?”

Leah’s face softened, and she nodded quickly. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a bit tired from carrying baby sissy.”

You stepped in, scooping Ellie up into your arms, your heart aching as you watched Leah try to stand. She used the armrest of the couch for support, and you knew how hard it was for her, how much she hated feeling so restricted, so helpless.

“Why don’t we put your drawing on the fridge?” you suggested to Ellie, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “It’s too good not to show off!”

Ellie giggled, wrapping her arms around your neck. “Okay, Mummy!”

As you carried Ellie into the kitchen, you glanced back at Leah. She was standing now, her hand still on her back, her eyes glazed with tears she was trying desperately to blink away. You knew how much it hurt her to not be able to pick up the kids, to not be as physically involved as she wanted to be. Leah had always been hands-on, wrestling with Finley and Ellie in the backyard, carrying them around the house, making them laugh. Now, even bending down was a struggle.

You stuck Ellie’s drawing to the fridge with a magnet, and she clapped her hands excitedly. “It looks so good!”

“It does, bubba,” you agreed, brushing a stray curl away from her forehead. “You’re amazing!”

Ellie grinned before wriggling out of your arms and running back into the living room, her little feet thumping on the hardwood floors. You followed, finding her tugging at Leah’s hand, trying to lead her to the couch.

“Mumma, sit! ‘Ou need rest!” Ellie declared, her tone far too serious for a three-year-old.

Leah let out a soft laugh, her eyes brimming with affection as she allowed Ellie to guide her to the couch. “Alright, bossy boots!”

Leah sat down with a sigh, her hand instinctively going to her belly, rubbing slow circles. You sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your thumb brushing over her shoulder.

She leaned into you, her head resting against your shoulder. “I’m just… I feel so useless,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “I can’t even pick up my own kids.”

“Leah, you’re not useless,” you said firmly, “You’re growing our baby girl. That’s not nothing.”

“I know,” she whispered, blinking rapidly. “But it’s so hard. Ellie doesn’t understand why I can’t play with them like I used to. Finley does though, he’s a sweet boy.”

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in her voice, the pain she was trying so hard to hide. “They do understand, love. And they adore you. Just look at Ellie fussing over you, telling you to rest. You’re still their Mumma, and they love you, bump and all.”

Leah smiled weakly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know. I just… I miss being able to be there for them.”

“You are there for them,” you insisted. “In every way that matters. And once our little girl is here, you’ll be back to chasing them around in no time.”

“I hope so,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to her belly, where your baby girl was currently giving a rather forceful kick. “She’s already so active. No wonder I’m exhausted.”

You chuckled, placing your hand over hers, feeling the strong movements beneath her skin. “She’s definitely eager to meet her big brother and sister.”

Leah’s expression softened, her hand covering yours. “Yeah… I just hope it’s soon. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

“Mumma! Mum!” Finley’s voice called from the other side of the house, and moments later, he appeared, his face flushed from playing, his hair tousled.

“Hey, buddy,” you greeted, reaching out to ruffle his hair as he climbed onto the couch beside Leah. “What’s up?”

“I made something for the baby!” Finley announced proudly, holding up a carefully folded piece of paper. “It’s a card!”

Leah’s eyes lit up with genuine joy as she reached for the card. “Can I see, bubs?”

Finley nodded eagerly. “It says, ‘Welcome, Baby Sister! We love you!’ And I drew all of us together, like Ellie’s picture but more detailed

Leah unfolded the card, her eyes scanning the childish scrawl and the drawing of your family, complete with a little figure in Leah’s arms labelled “Baby.” Her breath hitched, and she blinked back tears.

“It’s perfect, Finn,” she whispered, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his temple. “She’s going to love it.”

“Do you think she’ll come soon, Mumma?” Finley asked, “I want to meet her.” He muttered. 

Leah’s voice was thick with emotion as she nodded. “I hope so, bubs. I hope so.”

The night passed in a haze of discomfort and frustration for Leah, her restlessness keeping you both up after putting the kids to bed. It was past midnight when you finally managed to coax her into bed, your fingers running soothing circles over her back as she drifted into a fitful sleep.

A few days later, you woke to find Leah sitting up in bed, the lamp beside her flicked on as her eyes filled with worry. She was holding her belly, her brows furrowed in concentration as she poked at it. 

“Leah?” you murmured, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you sat up. “What’s wrong?”

You glanced over at the clock, it read 4:45 am which was too early to even be awake. 

She glanced at you, her face pale. “I haven’t felt her move in a bit,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “Not since last night.”

Panic flared in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay calm for her sake. “Okay, it’s okay, let’s not panic. Maybe she’s just having a quiet day. Have you tried drinking something cold? Or lying on your side?”

Leah nodded, her hands still cradling her belly protectively. “I did, but… nothing.”

Your heart thudded loudly in your ears as you reached for your phone, quickly dialling Amanda’s number. “It’s going to be okay, Leah. I’ll call your mum, and we’ll go to the hospital just to be safe, alright?”

Leah nodded, tears welling in her eyes as you pressed the phone to your ear, listening to the ring. Amanda picked up almost immediately, her voice concerned. “Hello?”

“Hi Amanda, it’s me. We need to go to the hospital. Leah hasn’t felt the baby move for a while, and we’re worried. Can you come over and look after the kids?” 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Amanda said without hesitation. “Just keep Leah calm, alright? I’m on my way.”

You hung up and turned to Leah, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “Your mum’s coming over. We’ll get to the hospital soon, okay?”

Leah nodded, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. “What if something’s wrong?”

You kissed her forehead, trying to keep your anxiety at bay. “We’ll get checked out, and whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

Amanda arrived quickly, her face drawn with worry as she stepped into your bedroom. She hugged Leah gently, her hand resting on her daughter’s back. “It’s going to be alright, bubba. Go on, I’ve got the kids.”

“I’m so scared, Mum,” Leah whispered as a tear slipped down her face. “What if somethings is wrong with her?”

“No, don’t think like that, Le.” Amanda told her firmly, “She’s okay, she’s a strong girl just like her mummies. She’s probably just sleepy.”

“Thank you, Mum,” Leah whispered, hugging Amanda once more before standing up. 

The drive to the hospital was tense, both of you silent as you gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles white from the pressure. When you finally arrived, Leah was quickly whisked away for monitoring. You stayed by her side, your heart pounding as they hooked her up to the machines, the rhythmic beeping of the monitor filling the room.

The midwife frowned slightly as she studied the screen, then looked at both of you. “Her heart rate is a bit lower than we’d like. We’re going to get the doctor in, just to be safe.”

Leah’s grip on your hand tightened, and you leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re doing amazing, love. Just breathe.”

The next few minutes passed in a blur as the doctor came in, checking the readings before glancing at you both, her expression serious. “We’re going to have to do an emergency C-section. The baby’s heart rate is dropping, and we need to get her out quickly. She seems to be in distress for some reason.”

Leah’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. “What? Is she… is she going to be okay?”

The doctor nodded, her voice calm but firm. “We’re going to do everything we can. But we need to get her out as soon as possible.”

You felt like the ground was slipping away beneath you as they prepared Leah for surgery. You were quickly dressed in scrubs, your hands trembling as you tried to stay strong for her.

“Hey,” you whispered, leaning close as they wheeled her into the operating room. “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Leah nodded, tears streaming down her face as she reached for your hand. “I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

You pressed your forehead to hers, your own eyes burning with tears. “I know, love. But she’s going to be okay. You’re both going to be okay.”

The surgery was a whirlwind of movement and noise, the sterile smell of the operating room filling your senses. You stroked Leah’s cheek, your heart in your throat as they made the first incision. It felt like hours, but it was only minutes before you heard the doctor’s voice.

“Alright, almost there… and… she’s out!”

There was a brief, heart-stopping silence before the sound of your baby’s first cry filled the room. It was weak but unmistakable, and you felt a sob of relief tear from your chest.

“She’s crying, Leah,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. “She’s okay.”

Leah’s eyes were closed, tears slipping down her cheeks as she nodded weakly. “Can I… can I see her?”

The nurse brought your baby girl over, her tiny face red and scrunched up as she let out another thin wail. You glanced at Leah, your heart swelling with love and relief as you saw the way she looked at your daughter, her eyes filled with wonder and exhaustion.

“Hi Amelia, hi baby girl,” Leah whispered, her voice trembling as she reached out a shaky hand to touch the baby’s cheek. “Oh, she’s perfect. She looks so much like Ells.”

You kissed Leah’s forehead, your tears falling freely now. “You did it, love.”

Leah let out a shaky laugh, her eyes never leaving the baby’s face. “We did it.”

The nurse took Amelia to get her cleaned up before bringing her back. She carefully placed Amelia on Leah’s chest, and you watched, your heart swelling with love as Leah held your daughter for the first time. She was tiny and fragile, her little fingers sprawled out on Leah’s chest. 

Leah looked up at you, her eyes shining with tears and love and so much relief. “She’s here,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “She’s really here.”

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to both of their foreheads, your heart feeling like it might burst. “She’s here,” you agreed, your voice thick with emotion. “And she’s perfect.”

After Leah was stitched back up, the nurses took you both to the recovery room where you settled into a rhythm with Amelia. Despite her being your third baby, you both still felt like clueless new parents. 

A few hours later, Leah cradled Amelia gently against her chest, her fingers trembling as they traced the delicate curve of your daughter’s cheek. The tears she’d been holding back finally spilt over, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs.

You pulled her into your side as you lay on the bed with her. “It’s okay, love,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “You’re okay. She’s okay.”

Leah nodded, though her breaths were shaky, her eyes locked on the tiny face peeking out from the blanket that covered them both. “I was so scared,” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “I thought… I thought something was wrong and we were going to lose her.”

“I know,” you murmured, your heart aching at the raw vulnerability in her voice. “I was scared too. But she’s here, and she’s healthy, and you both did so well.”

Leah’s gaze flicked up to meet yours, “I felt so helpless,” she admitted, her thumb brushing over Amelia’s soft skin. “All I wanted was to keep her safe, and I couldn’t even do that on my own.”

“You didn’t have to do it on your own,” you reminded her gently, your thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand. “It’s okay to need help, Leah. You’re carrying so much already, and you’ve been so strong.”

Leah sniffled, her free hand wiping at her eyes as she let out a shaky laugh. “I hate feeling like I’m not enough,” she whispered, her voice cracking with the weight of her words. “Like I’m not strong enough to protect our kids.”

“You are enough,” you said firmly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her temple. “You’re more than enough, Leah. You’ve been carrying so much on your own, and it’s okay to lean on me. It’s okay to lean on your mum, on anyone. We’re all here for you.”

Leah closed her eyes, her body sagging against you as she let out a breath she’d been holding for what felt like months. “I’m just so tired,” she admitted, her voice small and broken. “I’m so tired of trying to be strong all the time.”

“I know,” you whispered, your heart breaking for her as you held her close, your fingers threading through her hair. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, love. You can let go.”

Leah nodded, her breath hitching as she buried her face against your shoulder, her tears soaking through the fabric of your scrubs. You held her as tightly as you could without disturbing Amelia, your own tears mingling with hers as you both let the fear and relief wash over you.

After a few minutes, Leah pulled back, her eyes red and swollen but shining with love as she looked down at Amelia, who had fallen asleep against her chest. “

“She’s so tiny,” Leah murmured, her fingers brushing gently over the tiny bit of hair on your daughter’s head. “She’s perfect.”

“She is,” you agreed, your heart swelling with pride and love as you looked at the two of them together. “And you’re amazing.”

Leah gave you a watery smile, her eyes still brimming with unshed tears. “I couldn’t have done it without you, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to do any of it alone,” you reminded her softly, your hand finding hers again and squeezing gently. “We’re in this together, every step of the way.”

Leah nodded, her grip on your hand tightening as she looked down at Amelia again, her expression soft and awed. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice breaking with the force of her gratitude. “For everything.”

“Always,” you promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Leah whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she rested her forehead against your shoulder. “So much.”

You stayed like that for a long time, the three of you cocooned in a moment of quiet, shared love. The fear and anxiety of the past few hours slowly ebbed away, replaced by the soft, undeniable warmth of your family. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But it was real, and it was yours, and you knew that, no matter what came next, you would face it together.

The next morning, the hospital room was quiet except for the soft sound of Leah’s breathing as she rested in the bed, exhausted but peaceful. You sat beside her, holding your baby girl in your arms, staring at her tiny features. She was perfect. 

She was here, finally here after wanting her for so long, and you were overwhelmed with love and relief.

Leah stirred beside you, her eyes fluttering open. You smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Hey, love. How are you feeling?”

Leah blinked a few times, then her gaze shifted to the baby in your arms. A soft smile spread across her face, her eyes filling with tears. “Tired… but she’s worth it.”

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “She is. You did amazing, Leah.”

Leah’s hand reached out, her fingers brushing over Amelia’s cheek. “I still can’t believe she’s here.”

You nodded, “Me neither.”

The door to the room opened slowly, and Amanda peeked in, a bright smile spreading across her face as she saw you both awake. “Hello, bubbas. I’ve brought some visitors.”

Leah’s face lit up, and you felt your heart swell as Amanda stepped inside, followed closely by Finley and Ellie. Finley’s eyes were wide with excitement, and Ellie was clinging to Amanda’s hand, her gaze flicking between you and Leah confusedly.

“Hey, you two,” you said softly, shifting Amelia carefully so the kids could get a better look. “Come and meet your baby sister!”

Finley was the first to approach, his face full of wonder as he peered at the tiny bundle in your arms. “She’s so little,” he whispered, his eyes wide. 

You chuckled, nodding. “She is, isn't she? That's your baby sister, Amelia.”

Ellie followed, her thumb in her mouth as she peeked over the edge of the bed. “So tiny,” she whispered around her thumb, her eyes wide.

Leah reached out her hand to them, her smile soft and tired. “Come here, guys. Meet your little sister.”

Finley climbed up onto the bed carefully, his eyes never leaving Amelia’s face. “Can I hold her, Mumma?”

Leah nodded, her eyes bright with tears as she glanced at you. “Mum will help you, okay?”

You gently placed Amelia in Finley’s arms, supporting her tiny head as you guided his hands. He looked down at her, his face full of awe and a little bit of fear. 

“Hi, Amelia,” he whispered. “I’m your big brother, Finley. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Your heart felt like it might burst as you watched Finley hold her so carefully, his love for his new sister already clear. You glanced at Leah, who was watching them with tears streaming down her face.

Ellie climbed up onto the bed beside Leah, her little hand clutching her mother’s. “Mumma, she’s so cute!” she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. “What name?”

“Her name is Amelia,” Leah said softly, her hand stroking Ellie’s hair.

Ellie scrunched up her face, thinking hard. “Amewia…” she tried, her brow furrowing in concentration. Then, a smile broke out on her face. “Mimi! Call her Mimi?”

You and Leah exchanged a glance, both of you smiling at Ellie’s enthusiasm. “Mimi?” Leah repeated, her voice full of affection. “I think that’s a beautiful nickname, Ells.”

Ellie beamed, clearly pleased with herself. “Mimi! Mimi our baby!”

Leah leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of Finley’s head then Ellie’s. “You’re both going to be amazing big siblings,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Mimi is so lucky to have you.”

Amanda stepped closer, smiling as she watched her grandchildren meet their new sister. “She’s absolutely perfect,” she said softly, her gaze flicking to you and Leah. “You two did good.”

You smiled at her, your heart full as you watched your family together. “Thanks, Amanda. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

She waved off your words with a smile. “Nonsense. You two are incredible parents. And now you’ve got another little one to love.”

Leah reached out, her fingers tangling with yours as she looked at the kids, at Amanda, at your tiny daughter. “We’re so lucky,” she whispered, her voice full of love and gratitude. “We’re so, so lucky.”

You nodded, your heart overflowing as you watched Finley and Ellie gently stroke Amelia’s tiny hands, their eyes full of wonder and love. “Yeah, we are.”

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to Leah’s temple, your eyes misty as you looked at your family. “Welcome to the world, Mimi,” you whispered, your heart full to bursting with love as you stoked her nose gently.