#always loved these things since i was tiny

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-bottom jinx. fem-top reader. fingering. oral. vaginal sex. strap-on usage. size kink. squirting. sorta loss of virginity. doggystyle.

wc; 2,245

thinking about how immensely tight jinx’s pussy is. you two have already fooled around many, many times before. of course, you started with some heavy-petting and deep kisses. then the two of you discovered the beauty of oral sex. after that, you incorporated some rough and fast tribbing into your nightly routine— which was a slippery, heavenly mess.

(you suspect jinx has the wettest pussy you’ve ever seen).

the only issue the two of you were facing was how tight her hole is. you could slowly ease one of your fingers inside her, but she would tremble and whine the entire time like she was taking someone’s cock. adding a second finger was a little bit of a challenge, and it took you kitten-licking her clit until she loosened up enough. sinking a third finger inside her was out of the question; it seemed impossible.

her pussy was always completely drenched when you two had sex, so you knew it wasn’t an issue of whether or not she was turned on. the only explanation you could think of was that her pussy is just naturally tighter than the average cunt.

you told jinx that it was okay, that you didn’t have to penetrate her if she didn’t want it, that lots of women preferred clitoral stimulation instead, but she had quickly assured you that she wanted it very much. and if jinx wanted something, she was determined to have it.

which led you to this moment, with jinx face down on your shared bed, a towel underneath her body while her peachy ass is wiggling in the air, moaning as you finally managed to stuff two fingers inside her pussy. you’re wearing a leather harness with a bright pink dildo attached, which jinx has been wanting to try out since forever.

”mmffgh! yes, oh— fuck!” jinx is mewling noisily, and you doubt she’s noticed that she’s desperately riding your fingers, too drunk on the feeling of having something inside her little pussy. it’s all so incredibly lewd, hypnotizing. then, she reaches back blindly until her small hand grasps onto your strap. “put it in, please, please.”

”not yet,” you say distractedly. “i want to get three fingers inside you first.”

goosebumps decorate her skin as she quivers and moans into the baby pink bedsheets. she’s always been a squirmy little thing; especially when she’s having her pussy played with, the little minx. your own cunt is clenching and throbbing at the sight.

her hole is squelching obscenely, her juices having nowhere else to go but down her thighs. her cunt is tight around you, squeezing you like she’s trying to cut off your fingers and keep them inside her forever. you know she wouldn’t mind; her hole is tiny but it’s always been greedy for anything it can get.

she’s whining mindlessly, “ahh— fuck, fuuuck!” and you stuff your fingers inside her to the brim, scissoring her open, her sticky cream overflowing around the digits. the walls of her pussy feel soft and gummy.

”are you ready, sweetheart? i’m gonna try to put in another one,” you say, tracing your ring finger around around the edge of her hole. she flinches like you tickled her. every inch of skin around her pussy is so incredibly sensitive and receptive to your touch.

”do it, do it, you’re so slow— god, you take fucking forever, i— unghh!” you smack her ass before she can finish her sentence, her cheek blooming with a red handprint. you admire the way jinx’s pussy physically jolts with the sudden pain, feeling how powerfully she clenches around your fingers. you lean down and bite at her tender skin, sucking a purple mark onto her ass with a loud, wet, smooching noise, tonguing over it to soothe the sting.

”be good,” you say. you love knowing that you’re the one dictating every second of the pleasure she’s receiving, that she’s on the verge of tears and it’s all because of you. “i know it’s hard for you, isn’t it? your hole is just so hungry,” you coo sympathetically.

”yes, yes, i need— i need your cock inside my pussy, uuuh—!”

you lick down her thighs until you’re sucking on her clit from the back, swirling your tongue gently because she’s already so overwhelmed. jinx lets out a strangled cry as she feels you slowly ease a third finger inside her tight little cunt, stretching her further than she’s ever been stretched before. her back arches off the bed, pressing her ass higher into the air, and you kneed the plump muscle with your other hand.

her hips twitch and grind against you. your fingers are beginning to prune with how utterly soaked she is. she’s so tight it’s hard for you to move, but you manage anyway as you slowly start to pump your fingers in and out of her loud cunt, scissoring them open with every thrust. you’re kissing her clit, mildly nipping on the small bud with your teeth and providing soothing kitten-licks. jinx’s head thrashes from side to side, her spine wiggling, back arching, as if she’s unsure whether she wants your fingers deeper inside her or your lips to suck on her harder.

her clit is twitching, it’s throbbing— you can feel it on your tongue. she’s a vision, stuffed full of three of your digits and shaking like a leaf. you barely curl your fingers inside her fluttering walls before she comes, letting out a startled squeal while her juices gushes out from her sensitive pussy. she’s squirting like a fountain, enough to fill a shot glass with her arousal. “nghhh— oh, shit!”

”shh, you’re okay, baby,” you say, still curling your fingers while she rides out her orgasm and rubbing circles on her ass. “you’re so cute.”

she’s panting like a dog. you can feel the heat radiating off her typically-cold skin, can see the way her body glistens with a sheen of sweat. you move your head to run your tongue along the curve of her spine, tasting the salt and uniquely intoxicating flavor that is jinx. it mixes in your mouth with the aftertaste of her wet clit.

jinx is barely lucid, her thighs twitching and shivering. you trace your nails along her skin while she calms down her racing heart. peppering kisses along her heart-shaped ass, you say, “are you ready now, honey?” you want to fuck her open while she’s still loose and relaxed.

she nods from where her face is shoved against your bedsheets, raising up onto her forearms like she was earlier. she glances over her shoulder at you and, god, she looks like she belongs in a dirty magazine; her skin is smooth and flushed, her small tits look so squeezable, her pigtail braids are the perfect handlebars, her ass is perked up in the air, and she looks at you from underneath her eyelashes.

jinx is pure sin.

“just relax, baby. don’t get up,” you tell her and press your palm to the middle of her back. she follows your instructions, letting her upper body rest against the mattress with a relaxed sigh. her ass is still presented high up in the air and she’s arched sharply, her stretched hole on display and drenched in her own arousal.

you grab the bottle of lube that’s about to fall off the edge of the bed and squirt a substantial amount onto your strap. despite how immensely wet jinx’s pussy always is, you think using a bit of lube would still benefit her.

you massage the lube down your strap like you’re jacking off a real cock and then line the head up with jinx’s tiny hole. your cock is slathered in lube, her pussy is drowning in wetness, and the tip almost slips inside before jinx is flinching away with a keen.

“mmm, your pussy is so sensitive,” you comment hotly. grabbing onto one of her wide hips, you line the head up again and try to push it inside. jinx is still squirming like a worm the entire time. you love how over-sensitive her cunt is, how she’s trying to shy away from the thick head of your strap. “stay still. do you want my cock or not?”

”i want it— mmmff,” she whimpers, her voice hoarse, and the words are barely out of her mouth before you’re surging forward again, the tip squelching obscenely against her tiny hole. you grind your hips in slow, sensual circles, easing part of the wide girth inside her.

“take my dick, baby. yeahh, you’re doing so good.”

arousal and lube are overflowing from her pussy like a waterfall. your own wetness is dripping down your thighs and you wish you could feel jinx’s pussy for real, feel her powerful contractions, the way her cunt is flinching as she struggles to take you, massaging your cock. 

”i can’t, i can’t—“ jinx is actually sobbing now, trembling like she’s out in the cold. “uhhh!”

”you can. it’s almost in, sweetheart,” you say encouragingly. the head of the strap is only about two inches long; the difficult part is the girth and trying to fit it inside jinx’s tiny body.

and maybe you should’ve purchased a smaller dildo, but jinx wanted this one in specific. mainly because it’s pink, but also because she was determined to prove you wrong, to show you that she can take anything you give her and she’ll like it; she doesn’t need nor want things to be easy for her.

the head finally pops inside entirely, making jinx gasp like a wounded soldier. her pink eyes look at you from over her shoulder, and they’re filled with unshed tears, they’re hazy; completely overwhelmed and dumbfounded at the width. her candy-red bottom lip is caught between her teeth, sucking bruises into the skin.

“fuuck, look at this little hole,” you say to yourself. her cunt molds perfectly to the head of your cock. “talk to me, honey. tell me what, hah, what i’m doing to you.”

”y-you’re inside me . . . oh, fuck, fuck— ngh!” jinx sobs wetly and sniffles. her ass is shaking, rippling as she flinches away from your cock but also tries to fit more of it inside her. she’s always been an indecisive little thing. “your cock is— mmf—! inside my pussy, uuh!”

”you must feel so full,” you say sympathetically, rubbing soothing circles into her hips. her gummy walls are strangling your cock, not wanting you to leave. “i can see you gripping onto me, baby, fuck—“

it’s like her body knows that it needs to keep your strap plugged up inside her, that her cunt needs to be stuffed-full at all times.

and it’s nasty, so dirty and lewd the way the tip of your strap is slipping in and out of her pussy with obscene squelching noises. the back of jinx’s neck is flushed red— the tips of her ears too— and you suspect she’s very aware of how loud her pussy is being.

”imagine what it would, hah, feel like if you took my entire cock, sweetheart. think about how full you’d be,” you say.

”no— i can’t, i can’t, i’ll die!” even as jinx shakes her head and whimpers out desperate protests, her body tells a different story. her cunt clamps down like a vice around your slippery strap, the velvety walls rippling and grasping onto you, trying to suck your thick cock deeper inside. it’s as if jinx’s hungry hole has a mind of its own, craving the sensation of being utterly stuffed and filled to the brim, no matter how much her mind might resist.

her body is betraying her; revealing the dark, dirty truth of what she really needs. and you’re well aware of this too, but you both know she won’t be taking your entire cock today— not with how much she’s trembling just from taking the tip. 

you slide your hands up her back, over the blue clouds on her shoulder, and then reach underneath her body, groping her perky tits. the little mounds are so delicate— incredibly responsive— and they fit perfectly in your hands. your fingers sink into the soft, pliant flesh— kneading and groping— rolling the pebbled nipples between your fingers. her nipples stiffen and strain against your fingertips, the sensitive peaks throbbing with a need that mirrors the desperate, greedy ache in jinx’s core.

upon pinching her nipples between your two fingers, jinx flinches uncontrollably, resulting in another thick inch of your cock accidentally slipping inside her. and that’s what sends her over the edge, the feeling of her walls being split open further, how she’s forced to conform to your strap.

she’s moaning whorishly, letting everyone in your apartment building know that she’s getting fucked, that her pussy is taking cock for the very first time. she can't contain the desperate, wanton sounds from escaping her lips, the consequence of being fucked stupid on your shaft. and her juices are positively gushing around you, dripping down the silicone balls of your strap and her own thighs. 

her nails are scrabbling at the sheets for purchase as she bucks and writhes beneath you. crying, crying, crying, that’s all she can do, until she finally collapses against the soaked towel beneath her, laying in a puddle of her own juices.

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(2/6/25)

[hikamuree]

someday, someday . . . wc: 569. a messy draft i wanted to share <3

The doctor and nurse had left two hours ago. You rested on the marital bed, with Arthur stroking your sweaty hair, until you fell asleep. He rose to leave the room, glancing at the wooden cradle and mingling at the tiny clenched fists of your little daughter —another sleeping angel, another girl in his life. He reached over to slide his thumb into the baby's palms and unearth her pristine fingertips from her soft skin. She jerked, letting out a faint whimper, but never opened her little eyes. Arthur shushed her sweetly and left her alone, heading for the kitchen.

The kitchen in complete silence and the peace that only complete well-being brings bathed Arthur in tranquillity. He closed his eyes and slumped into one of the chairs. A hand went up to his eyes. His baby was born healthy, you, his wife, had no complications and were recovering your energy, he managed to hold your hand all the way without fainting from nerves. Everything had turned out the way he never thought he deserved: too well. His hand slid down to his beard, scratching it, sorting his thoughts and holding back the tingle of the booming tears. He had waited for this moment since he left the gang with you. Everything since then had been built up for this wonderful scene —and those to come. Now he imagined your baby's soon-to-be round eyes, a blue copy of his he hoped, innocent and always confused at the stimulations of an unfamiliar world, and the first babbles, vain attempts to copy the language of his elders. On the other hand, he could imagine you with your love-struck eyes in the presence of such a tender creature, laughing softly at the child's frustrated attempts to communicate. Both of you blowed away to the little one who shares your name. Your beautiful name.

And it might be a common agreement among parents to expect a baby boy in the cradle, but Arthur differed from them. He couldn't care less about the sex of his baby, more he prayed for proper breathing, a snuggly blanket, a healthy weight —chubby he preferred, if asked. And most of all, that it would be his to care for. He could already think of all the things he'd teach her and those he wouldn't —like holding a rifle or a shovel, he'd take care of that. You and the little girl wouldn't have to think about surviving, he would keep you safe. He would dedicate all his days, work day and night, put up with tyrannical employers, demand his tired body for a few more coins, hold a smile at home and inhibit his violent instinct, reserving it for when he must protect you. He would build a new world for you, he would rebuild himself for you.

He didn't have his parents around, but his little girl wouldn't go through that. She'd have you, her mother, to school her, him, her father, to take her fishing, teach her to draw, to make good decisions, to defend herself with her mind and to take care of her body. She would be a standout among the other girls, she would be strong and revolutionary. That little girl will blow everyone away, someday.

And he would shout "look at my girl!" and then kiss your temple, thanking you for the amazing child you gave him.

copyright © 2025 by hikamuree. I do not give permission for my writing to be copied and reposted.

[bubbleggum444]

—❝S∪GAƦ, Y𝓔S P𝐿EASE!❞

contents jason todd x fem!reader, bride/wifey!reader au, tooth rotting fluff (+ a teeny tiny bit of angst), songfic (bc i'm high-key a sucker for them), 2k+ wc. synopsis jason marrying the love of his life—you :)

[I'm hurting, baby, I'm broken down. I need your lovin', lovin', I need it now.]

The man Jason used to be before he met her and the man standing at the altar now were two entirely different people. Before, he was hardened, broken, convinced he was beyond saving. After the resurrection, he had been nothing more than a shell of himself—no longer the sweet, happy Robin. But then she came into his life, and piece by piece, she put him back together. Every time she was near, she picked up his shattered remains, healing him in ways he never thought possible. She became the guardian angel his 15-year-old self had desperately needed.

Now, standing at the altar, waiting for her, Jason felt something foreign yet familiar—hope.

[When I'm without ya, I'm something weak. You got me beggin', beggin', I'm on my knees.]

The weight of the moment pressed down on him. Everyone’s eyes were on him—it was expected, of course, he was the groom. But Jason had never liked being in the spotlight. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wasn’t nervous about marrying her—that was the one thing he was sure of—but the anticipation, the sheer magnitude of what was about to happen, sent his nerves into overdrive.

Then, the music changed. A hush fell over the room.

And as Jason lifted his head, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was.

Walking toward him, down the long white aisle, looking every bit like the angel she had always been to him. His knees nearly buckled. Was it the nerves? Or was it the sight of her—the woman who would soon be his wife?

Both. It was both. And for her, Jason would go to his knees all over again.

[I don't wanna be needing your love. I just wanna be deep in your love.]

The Jason before her had been defensive, guarded, unwilling to let anyone in. No matter how sweet she was, he had fought against needing her—whether because he felt too broken, too unworthy, or simply too afraid to be vulnerable.

But as she walked toward him now, memories of her flooded his mind.

The first time they met—her tumbling into him, muddy and scraped up from roller-skating straight into his path. Jason had barely had time to register what had happened before he was on his knees, making sure she was okay.

Their first date—her in a sundress that made her glow like the sun itself, laughing as she compared them to mismatched socks. "We're like a perfect pair!" she'd said. He hadn't known if it was the way she made imperfection seem beautiful or the way she so easily called them a couple, but his knees had felt weak even then.

Jason had once told himself he didn't want to need her love. But he had missed the memo—his heart had already been deep in her love from the first moment he saw her. And for the first time since his resurrection, Jason Todd didn’t mind needing someone else.

[And it's killing me when you're away, ooh, baby.]

As she reached him, he took her hands in his, steadying both her and himself. Another memory surfaced.

Jason, exhausted, dragging himself home after another brutal night of crime-fighting. His body ached, his mind was drained, and his soul felt heavier than ever. But when he opened the door to his apartment, warmth wrapped around him like a long-lost embrace.

The fire crackled softly in the dim room, the smell of roasted beef lingering in the air. And then, there she was. Smiling at him, eyes full of love. A moment later, she was in his arms.

"I got off early from nursing school," she had said, as if those simple words weren’t everything.

But they were everything.

Jason had never realized just how much he needed her—how much he hated being away from her—until that moment.

[Cause I don't really care where you are. I just wanna be there where you are.]

Now, in the present, Jason’s cold hands enveloped hers, his world narrowing to just her. The nervousness, the crowd, the weight of all the eyes watching—it all disappeared.

And then, finally, his lips met hers. A kiss filled with love, devotion, and every spoken and unspoken vow in his heart.

It didn’t matter where they were—in his tiny apartment, feeding ducks by the river, ice skating (and failing miserably), or lost in a crowd larger than Gotham itself.

Jason didn’t care.

As long as he was wherever she was, that was enough.

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© — ggυɱi '25

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[pagelets]

Park Jongseong as your boyfriend:

"Because maybe

You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all

You're my wonderwall"

Disclaimer: none, all fluff

- Spoils you:

• Spoiling you is one of his favorite things to do. Every now and then, Jay leaves his credit card in your wallet for you to spend however you want. “Babe, why is this here?”, you ask, holding out the card. “For you to buy something you want, sweetheart. Don’t mind the price”.

• You run to him and kiss his face, “I love you” “I love you too, princess".

- You protect him from ghosts:

• Watching horror movies with Jay is not a good idea. He gets easily scared and then, can’t sleep at night.

• But he’s lucky— he has you. You hold his head against your chest while lying on your shared bed, gently stroking his hair and telling him embarrassing stories of your teenagerhood. It calms him down, and he sleeps like a baby.

- You are the only one allowed to touch his guitars:

• This is a special privilege that no one else has, so feel flattered.

• Your fingers run over the wood of his brand new guitar with your eyes shining, amazed by its beauty. “Do you want to play?” “Can I really?” “Sure!”.

• He places you on his lap and guides your fingers over the strings. He smiles every time you light up like a child after playing a chord correctly.

• “We can start a band now", he tells you, “With the rest of the guys?” “No. Just the two of us".

• At the end, you guys end up making out.

- Long afternoons digging through old LP stores:

• From Oasis to Ed Sheeran, Jay loves a good LP.

• At first, you didn’t like it. “Why buy records when you have Spotify?”, you told him. But he promised it would be quick, and you agreed.

• In the end, you found yourself falling in love with the feeling of discovering a new gem among the vinyls and tapes, and it became one of your favorite shared hobbies.

- Make sure you have breakfast together every morning:

• Jay is very close to his family, and he wants his own family to be just as close with its own traditions.

• For now, you’re still a family of 2, but as Jay says, “It’s never too early to start".

• So, every morning feels almost like a ritual— you sit in the chair next to his, resting your legs on his lap while you share a meal together.

• He traces imaginary lines on your legs, and you both enjoy a comfortable silence before moving on with your busy schedules.

- Cooking together:

• If you're into cooking, he loves being your partner in the kitchen. You’re both very collaborative, sharing tasks and always giving each other a hand when needed.

• He shares his recipes and cooking tricks with you. For example, Jay’s famous curry. Only you know the secret to making it so delicious— and here’s a hint: it’s not love, as he tells everyone, but rather allspice.

• If you're not into cooking, don’t worry— he’ll cook for you. His specialty? All your favorite dishes.

• Since you don’t help in the kitchen, your job is to follow him around the kitchen and beg for a bite.

• “No, babe, you have to save room for dinner,” but after you look at him with bright, pitiful eyes, he finally gives in and feeds you with just a tiny bite— so you don’t ruin your appetite.

- Romantic trips together:

• Jay loves planning trips. He would rather plan everything himself than follow someone else’s plans.

• Anytime he can, he takes you on a romantic trip. It doesn’t have to be a fancy, paradisiacal place. A small cabin in a little town in Korea or a quick flight to Japan is already a perfect escape for the two of you.

• The most important thing is having a few days away from everything else to relax the mind and the body— just the two of you.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓂃⠀⠀˖

It's been a long time since I post anything ab Enhypen. That's because I met TXT, and lemme tell you– they are very addictive (in a good way) haha. So I hope I'm still good at writing for the enha members. Posting this one specially to @farewelldevil who picked Jay for starting this small series (idk what else to call it). More members coming soon...

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[holdmytesseract]

Mother Knows Best

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Frigga

Summary: Loki is quite a bit uncertain and afraid of becoming a father - but luckily his mother is here to soothe his worries. After all, mother knows best, right?

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sweet Loki and Frigga moments, Loki being a mama's boy and very protective, pregnancy things

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: Finally some Baby Fever again, yaay! 🤗 To write this sweet, lil' story has been on my mind for a long time... I hope y'all enjoy it!

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divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

"Darling?" Loki opened slowly the door of the meeting room in which you were going to give a lecture in about twenty minutes for a few SHIELD agents.

"Come in!" You called out to your husband; allowing him to enter the small room.

Loki found you currently connecting your laptop to the projector hanging on the ceiling. He smiled watching you work and decided to step closer.

"Hey, babe!" Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes lit up when you met his gaze.

Those irises are shining even more now, Loki noticed; his mind immediately connecting it to the famous pregnancy glow. The mere thought caused his heart to skip a beat. Twelve weeks in and he still quite couldn't believe it.

"Hello, my love." The god reciprocated your radiating smile and passed by the huge table in order to get to you.

Greeting you with a lingering kiss, you welcomed him with open arms; crossing your hands behind his neck.

"And you, babe? Off to visit your parents?" Loki smiled; confirming your suggestion with a nod. "Well, rather my mother, since my father will most likely be busy as always - but indeed. I'm going to Asgard now. Is that alright, my love? Are you getting along... alone?" "Sure. I am almost done preparing and-" "That's not what I meant, Y/N," your husband interrupted you; slight worry reflecting on his face. One of his hands travelled to rest on the tiny baby bump, which became clearly visible mere two days ago. Concerned blue eyes looking from your face to the bump and back.

"Getting ready for your lecture?" He asked; hands landing on your hips; thumbs immediately starting to rub soft circles into your clothed skin.

You nodded and buried your hands in his raven locks. "Mhm. I hope the technology is working properly this time." You let out a small laugh. "Fingers crossed that it will work." Loki chuckled and leaned against the white, wooden table; pulling you softly with him, so that you came to stand between his spread legs.

"I hope it is showing you some mercy today." You nodded, "Would be favourable, yup." and paused for a moment to just admire the stunningly handsome man in front of you. His raven hair was wild and free; falling in gentle waves over his broad shoulders. Loki was wearing a traditional green, gold and black Asgardian tunic. You loved it when he wore the clothes of his home.

Your husband gave you a last look, before he vanished in the familiar rainbow light of the Bifrost.

"I know," You winked at him and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips against his for another kiss. "We're good, I promise. Please, go and visit your parents." "Are you really sure, my love?" You gave him a nod and smile. "To 100 per cent. You wanted to visit them since two months..." He swallowed - and you could see that a bit of guilt flashed in his eyes. "Yes, but... I-I couldn't leave you alone. You know I didn't want to. Not until you passed the first critical twelve weeks-" "Which I did today," you interrupted him; taking his free hand in yours and placing the other on top of his, which was still splayed over your stomach.

"Go, babe. I'm sure Frigga is dying to enfold her youngest son in her arms." Loki nodded; gave you a soft smile and a kiss. "I'll see you later. Call Heimdall if something is wrong. He can send me straight back." You smiled; squeezing his hand, before you let go. "Noted, babe. See you later - and please greet your parents from me." Loki walked to the open space at the back of the room, "Definitely, my love." and looked up to the ceiling. "Heimdall? Please take me home!"

"Thank you, Heimdall. I appreciate this very much." The man in golden armour gave Loki a small bow. "I informed the king and queen of your arrival. You are awaited." He gave him a nod in order to thank him and made his way towards the royal palace.

The first thing Loki did, when his feet touched Asgardian ground, was to straighten his tunic and run a hand through his long curls. He didn't want to look dishevelled when meeting his parents. He was a prince after all...

"Welcome home, my prince." Heimdall greeted Loki; giving him a nod. "Thank you, Heimdall. It's been quite a long time... Great to be back." "Indeed..." Heimdall started to smile. "But you had your reasons. Lady Y/N has probably already conveyed my greetings, but... Congratulations, again, my prince." Loki couldn't help but smile; grateful that he got along with the Gatekeeper so well by now - which certainly had not always been the case.

Once the younger prince of Asgard arrived at the gates of the palace, he already saw his mother waiting for him; a big smile displayed on her face. "Loki..." She welcomed her son with open arms. The god smiled; his heart sloshing over with love. "Mother."

Frigga immediately pulled him into a tight hug - and not letting go again. "Congratulations, my son - from the bottom of my very heart. I'm so, so proud of you. Of the wonderful man you became."

The god had a hard time to hold back his tears - but he couldn't. Neither could Frigga.

"I love you, mother."

"Thank you, mother," he choked out; hot, salty liquid dripping from his chin and soaking the fabric of Frigga's dress.

He felt how the queen started to shake her head, before she backed up a bit, in order to cup her son's cheeks. She wiped his tears away with her thumbs; staring into his matching blue eyes. The Allmother smiled; still seeing the little boy Loki once was standing in front of her.

"No, Loki... You don't have to thank me. You did this. You made all this on your own." The god smiled through his tears and pulled her into another hug.

Frigga buried a hand in his locks; squeezing his tall body. "I love you, too, son."

"How is Y/N doing?" Frigga continued to speak after a few steps. "Everything alright with her and the baby?" Loki nodded quickly. "Yes, yes. She and the baby are doing well." "That is reassuring to hear."

After the heartily reunion of mother and son, Frigga took her son on a little walk through the nature of Asgard.

"Where's father?" Loki asked, while strolling alongside Frigga down the forest path with her arm looped through his. "He's joining us later," Frigga answered and gave her son a little mischievous smile. "I allowed myself to take a selfish moment alone with you." He couldn't help but chuckle.

Another few steps passed in silence, until a small giggle slipped past the Allmother's lips. "I still can't believe that my littlest boy is going to become a father soon." Loki responded with a light-headed chuckle of his own. "Me neither, mother. It... It's still quite overwhelming from time to time. Especially now since Y/N is starting to show. I-"

Once again, he had to fight the tears.

He sighed; knowing that he wasn't able to hide anything from his mother. "I... I am excited, yes. But I am also so afraid. What if I am... A bad father? What if I can't be the person this child needs me to be? What if I fail, mother?" Frigga immediately stopped in her movements; causing Loki to stop, too. "Loki..." She took his hands. "You will not fail." "What makes you think that? Why are you so certain of this? Failing is in my nature, I-" The Allmother smiled; interrupting her child once more. "It's not. You did not fail your probation." Loki blinked. "You did not fail the beautiful relationship you have with your wife." "Y-Yes, but..." Frigga squeezed his hands. "No buts, son. You won't fail. You're going to be the best father. Your heart and the love you will feel for this small creature is going to guide you, believe me."

"I-I'm so incredibly happy." Frigga smiled. "And it shows, son. You have all the right to be happy. You deserve it and yet... I feel something overshadowing your happiness. What is it?"

The god's eyes widened at his mother's words. How in all the nine realms was she able to- "Motherly instinct, sweetheart. You'll know what I'm talking about as soon as you hold your very own child in your arms. Tell me." "M-Mother, I-" "Nuh.Uh," she interrupted him immediately again. "Loki, when are you finally going to understand that lying to me will never work? You may be able to trick all the others around you... But not me."

Loki’s features softened. "Truly?" "Yes. I know this is frightening and a big change, but... Don't let your fears overshadow your happiness. You've grown, sweetheart. You're stronger and wiser - and you have a wonderful lady by your side."

The god smiled; letting his mother's words sink in.

Loki nodded; letting go of Frigga and gestured towards the little path. "After you."

"Thank you. I really hope you're right." Frigga lifted a hand to cup his cheek. "I know I'll be right. I can feel it." Loki turned his head to place a soft kiss on her wrist.

The goddess smiled. "Let's head back to the palace, shall we? I bet your father is already awaiting us."

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[covenofagatha]

hello hello! it's been a full day or two since i popped by (i had to study. devastating, truly) and I've been SAVING your fics and making a point to not spoil myself before i read them.

anyway, i just finished them all in one go and.... wow. yes, i understand the influx of asks demanding happy endings because how dare your writing have me in a unrelenting grip of horniness and despair? horrible. it should only be the former /nm

stepmom fic was always one of my favourites and i was ecstatic that it was brought back to life with your incredible talent again ☺️

of course, no ask of mine is complete without a tiny worm. let me know what you think of this miss covenofagatha:

desperate agatha this desperate reader that.... what about desperate rio vidal?

(ft. mommy! agatha, babygirl! reader, g! p rio, choking like once, tiny tiny worm)

inspired by the chronicles of FFF and NNN with you and agatha, it's only right you give rio a shot (or not, ha) at it. after she's gone for particularly long without telling you both (again), the two of you decide it's time for her to get punished in her least favourite way: edging.

she doesn't take you seriously when you tell her, not believing her sweet little girl would be serious, but when agatha backs you up it dawns on her how screwed she is. one of you is... well. one thing. but when you two join forces? it's torture.

in the first week, it's surprisingly worse than she thought it would be. being gone for so long meant rio was already worked up, and she'd been looking forward to being all over you the moment she'd gotten home, but apparently not. for a few days, you and agatha work separately. agatha mumbles a few dirty words in her ear, about how she "must be so pent up, huh, my love?" while you tease her with a few easy flashes of skin here and there. it's astonishingly easy to get her riled up, and more than once rio has to excuse herself because she can't stop imagining the two of you touching her. despite this, she persists, snarking about "can't even do anything about me, huh?" all while having to rush off so she doesn't get hard.

the second week, she settles a little. at the same time, you and agatha team up to tease her. agatha's arms wrapped around rio as she pulls her possessively, you gently pressing kisses along her abdomen. she squirms, but because it's so soft and domestic she feels awfully bad about destroying it with how hard her bulge is straining against her boxers.

the third week is when it all goes downhill. rather than touching her, it's all about you and agatha -- fucking each other. in front of her. she feels like a voyeur, even though you two invite her to join you, but mock her regardless. it, humiliatingly, turns her on. the fact that the two of you fuck like bunnies (sorry señor scratchy) while she's in the bed, hearing you blatantly call her name while agatha coos that you're "mommy's good little girl" and that you're "so obedient, moaning rio's name like i told you to," as your mommy plunges two fingers into you.

rio holds out for a grand total of two (2) more days, each one filled with her having to camp out in the basement to avoid hearing your wet, desperate sounds of skin upon skin. what makes her break, however, isn't even contact with her cock. it's a combination of agatha and you taking one boob each in your mouths, licking and nipping gently, and agatha's hand reaching out to grasp her neck while you dig your fingernails into her back, and she keens loudly before exploding all over the sheets.

you pull back, stunned, while agatha scoffs in amusement. "i knew i'd last longer than you," she declares smugly, and rio growls once before she pounces.

-

short one this time! I've been thinking about bratty rio too but not sure what you think of that.... hmmm.......

unfortunately my workload from both my actual job AND my classes are steadily rising so i don't have the chance to type out my brainworms as much.. but please have heart and know i will always check this blog religiously, haha. all the best dear 💜

-lots of love, worm anon

Omg hey I missed you (but completely understand work and studying ugh gross)! I think we should just all settle in for a lot of horniness and despair which is such a good mix

I am absolutely obsessed with this brainworm oh my god thank you so much for sharing and I would actually be so down to write about this because fuck this is hot

[witless-winion1]

imagine Polites was in the courtyard for the last battle of Troy. Imagine he looks up from bandaging a comrade’s injury, and sees his friend. Helmet off, head lowered, face pinched in what could only be described as anguish. Polites would have called to him, but he knows better than to interrupt Ody during his Big Brain Thinking moments.

but then his friend raises something into view over the wall; a swaddle of white, and it’s squirming, enough that Polites could see it from where he stands, now frozen in confusion and inexplicable dread. Odysseus loved kids and babies, he wouldn’t harm one for any reason. Hell, he’d cried so hard when Penelope gave birth to Telemachus that he’d nearly passed out from dehydration. He’d spared every child in every battle in this ten-year war.

but his friend extends his arm, holding the swaddle precariously by the ends of the blanket, over the thirty foot drop onto the solid stone ground. The innocent baby just wiggles unconcernedly.

Polites opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say (because he certainly didn’t know himself) gets caught, and then his friend let’s go.

and Polites can’t turn away as the white swaddle falls, a sudden, tiny cry starting from the hidden infant’s throat, that cuts off when it hits the ground, with a sound that Polites never wanted to hear again, and the white turns red.

Out of every horror he’s seen that night, that’s the one he dreams of when he eventually lays his head down to sleep.

He wakes thrashing, falling out of his hammock, and Odysseus’s hand jerks from his shoulder to his side, catching him before he can hit the ground and aggravate whatever minor injuries he got from the last battle.

Polites has always been a very honest person. Since boyhood, since he told his mother was sick because he ate too much sesamous when he was five, confessed to Odysseus and Eurylochus that he didn’t like hunting when he was nine, told his aunt she was too unkind to the less fortunate then them when he was thirteen.

when Odysseus asks him what troubles him, Polites can’t seem to bring himself to admit the truth.

when they sail for home, he forces himself not to avoid his captain. They’ve all done horrible things in the heat of Ares’ domain. but a baby? whispers his conscious.

Shush, he tells it. There’s a logical solution, there has to be.

and yet Odysseus offers none, and he is too cowardly to ask for it, and gods know he cannot make sense of it no matter how he tosses and turns with the rocking ship.

when they reach the island of the Lotus Eaters, Polites smiles at the funky little guys, adoring their blissful grin. He crouches and strokes it, cooing about how soft it is. Odysseus hums, unfazed, and grumpy. Polites can tell he hasn’t slept well the past few weeks. But he reaches down anyway and picks one up under the arms, studying it from every angle while the innocent creature just wiggles unconcernedly in his hands.

Polites can’t help the urge to gently pull the creature from his hands. He smiles to cover whatever tension there is, and places the lotus eater safely in the ground.

he reminds his friend that there’s no need to constantly be suspicious and prone to fighting; why not default to greeting the world with kindness and open arms? Even though trust may get taken advantage of sometimes, it would at least alleviate the risk of unnecessary blood spilled.

and as Odysseus looks away, Polites sees the pain in his eyes, staring at the Lotus eaters as they tumble around with each other. One drops suddenly from a low tree limb, and while Polites manages to stifle his wince, Odysseus is caught just off-guard enough to flinch when it hits the ground with a thump. The lotus eater got up and ambled off without a scratch.

“This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms,” Polites says softly, reaching out to grasp his friend by the elbow. “I see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart…”

Polites could see as the words hit home, his friend’s shoulders drooping as he looks up at him. His eyes are nearly akin to what Argos’s looked like when their ships sailed from Ithaca’s harbor.

“…so why not replace it, and light up the world; here’s how to start…” Polites gently squeezes his arm. “Greet the world with open arms.”

“Greet the world with open arms…” Odysseus repeated softly, leaning into him. Polites let him hide his face in his chest, wrapping him in his arms and letting him hide from the weight of his not-so-secret sins.

[munsonsmixtapes]

If You Obey, I Might Give You a Treat

Billy Hargrove x Hopper!reader

You try to get over Billy only to end back in his arms

cw: MDNI (18+) oral (p in v) Jim threatens Billy with a gun, hurt/comfort

special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name for helping me with this!

part one part two

 As you wake up the next morning, you feel refreshed, a weight lifted from your shoulders as your finally kicking Billy and any thoughts about him to the curb. This is your summer and you only have a few more weeks to soak up the Hawkins sun before you have to be back at school. you don’t have any more time to waste on stupid boys. This is your time. 

You put on your best swimsuit, a tiny little yellow thing that Robin and Nancy convinced you to buy at the mall. You stare at yourself in the mirror and just know that Billy will be drooling at the sight of you. You want to show him exactly what he’s missing, what a huge mistake he’s made by not contacting you again. 

Once you’re dressed, you throw on your cover up and head out the door with a newfound confidence. You don’t know why you care so much or why you’re so hellbent on getting Billy’s attention when you don’t even want it anymore. More than anything, you’re just hurt. You’re hurt that he didn’t call you when he seemed to be having a good time. You know he’s a hit it and quit it kind of guy, but you thought that maybe sex with you would be different. That you’d somehow be able to tame the wild beast, but you guess not, 

Billy finally goes back to work, but only because he’s hoping you’ll be there and that you’ll be able to talk. He wants to offer up another go around, but this time at his place when he’s sure that no one will be home. Not only does he want to return the favor for making him feel so good, but he also just wants to hang out with you. He’s only spent time with you once and he sort of, kind of…misses you?

He’d never actually admit that to anyone but himself, but acknowledging it does make him feel a lot better. There’s a weird feeling in his stomach, almost like a fluttering. Holy shit, does he have butterflies? Why does just the thought of potentially seeing you make him all nervous and excited? He usually makes fun of guys who act like this, but you’ve gone and fucked with his head and he hates that. He hates that you’ve consumed every single thought of his since that night in the pool. You’ve gone and made him a fucking pussy and he wonders if you know just how wrapped around your finger he is. 

The pool is crowded when you get there and you think that all of the chairs are taken until you see someone waving you over. It’s Max and El is right next to her, the two of them trying to get your attention with bright smiles on their faces. At least someone wants to see you. 

You wave back before making a beeline for them. Max moves over next to El so you can have your own chair and you set your bag down onto it, pulling out your sunscreen before squeezing some into your hand. Once you’ve got enough, you go to hand the bottle to El, but she’s already applying some to her arm while Max works on her face, the two of them giggling about the whole thing. 

Your heart warms at the sight and you really wish you had your camera to capture the adorable moment. You’re so glad she has someone who's comfortable enough to be herself around. She’s not a normal kid so making friends is even harder for her. She doesn’t always know the proper social cues and can be even more awkward than other kids her age because of it. But Max loves her for who she is and you can see that so clearly. She embraces her and encourages her to be her own person. 

The three of you put on your sunscreen and once theirs is dry, they’re quick to dive straight into the water. Not you, though. You want to be able to give Billy a good show as soon as he arrives. You put your sunglasses on and climb to a new level of unbothered as you read your book, counting down the minutes until it’s time for the shift change. 

He strolls in from the back room and you slowly get up from your seat. You make sure he’s got his eye on your as you take off your cover up to reveal your swimsuit. Out of the corner of your eye, you can practically see him drooling. He’s got a laser focus on you, almost as if he’s a tiger and you’re a baby deer he wants to devour. 

You look perfect, he thinks. It’s like you walked straight out of one of his wet dreams. He wants to take you in the back right now and tear that thing to shreds with his teeth until you’re absolutely naked. And then he wants to go to town against his locker until you’re crying on his cock, moaning his name over and over.

He makes a beeline for you, every step having its purpose. He’s by your side in a flash, plastering on that signature Billy smile that actually makes you feel nothing. His chest presses against your shoulder as he pushes some hair behind it, his lips right by your ear as his hand presses against your lower back. 

“Where have you been, baby?” He asks as he twirls some of your hair around his finger in a flirty manner. You stay strong, stay staring forward, watching your sister and her friend play in the pool, acting like his breath on your skin didn’t cause goosebumps to form on your arm. 

“Busy,” you reply. One word answers make conversation hard, not that Billy is a many of many words anyway. 

“I’ve been trying to reach you.” He’s standing in front of you now so that you’ll look at him, but it’s like he’s not even there.

“Oh, really?” You ask, trying to sound unbothered when what you actually want to do is push him into the pool. 

“Really,” he nods. “Listen-” Just as he’s about to come right out with it, a voice overlaps his. You lean to the side and see Max and El waving you over again, trying to get your attention. 

“This was a really nice chat, Bobby, but I’ve gotta go.” Before he can even register what’s happened, you dive into the pool, not even giving him a second glance. 

“It’s Billy,” he mutters to himself before heading over to his chair. He continues to mutter to himself as he climbs the ladder. That’s the last time he tries to put himself out there. He’s never been this offended by someone blowing him off before. If a girl isn’t interested, he’ll just move onto the next. “Plenty of fish in the sea” or however the fuck that saying goes.

He watches you swimming around with his sister and seeing the two of you laughing does something weird to his stomach. He almost likes what he’s seeing, likes that someone is being nice to her. She hasn’t had many friends since moving to Hawkins so seeing her having so much fun with you and your sister almost makes him feel happy for her. 

Billy knows he fucked up and doesn’t know how to make it up to you. He just wants everything to be okay again. He hates that you were giving him the cold shoulder, almost acting like he didn’t even exist. Fighting with you was fun, but this, this hurts. You’re so upset that you didn’t even bother to look at him nor actually answer his question. He knows that if he actually wants to make it up to you, he’s gonna have to ask for some advice. 

You don’t acknowledge Billy the rest of the day, not even so much as sparing him a second glance. It’s like he might as well not even be there. It’s not like he’s doing his job anyway. He’s reading another book, well, trying to. You’re always in his line of sight and it’s driving him crazy.

He doesn’t even know why you’re so mad at him. He swears this happens with every girl, but he thought you were different. He didn’t actually think you’d be upset with him if he didn’t call. He did try to come see you in person but how was he supposed to know that you weren’t at home?  He would apologize, but that’s not his thing. And besides, you’ll be crawling back to him any minute so he doesn’t see why he needs to. They always come crawling back. 

He calls for adult swim then descends his ladder, on the hunt for his next hook up, but all he can think about is you. He turns to head to the back and sees you and the other girls packing up your stuff. You make eye contact for a brief second then quickly turn away, not wanting to give him any ideas. You sling your bag over your shoulder and turn on your heel, leaving the pool and Billy behind. 

-

It seems that your plan worked far better than you could have imagined. He seemed so dejected, just the way you hoped. But a part of you feels bad for being so rude to him. He was just trying to make conversation and you completely blew him off. 

But isn’t that what you wanted? For him to feel the way you did? To be hurt just like you were? So why do you feel so guilty? Why did seeing that pained look on his face feel like a stab to the gut? 

You wipe your thoughts away as you go up the steps to your house, seeing that you beat Jim home. El and Max follow you, giggling about something that you were too in your head to hear. 

You unlock the door and the three of you head inside. The girls go to El’s room while you make a beeline for the shower, wanting to wash the pool water and the chlorine smell off of you. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror as you strip down, wondering what’s wrong with you. They never stay so you have to be the problem, right? You have to have unknowingly done something every time to never get a second date or even so much as a phone call. It doesn’t just happen with the Hawkins boys, but also with the ones at school, so you have to be the problem. 

You always seem to be the one before ”the one.” The one who guys date right before who they’ve found who they’re going to be with forever. And you don’t know why you can’t get someone to stick. 

And maybe that’s why Billy’s rejection hurt so badly. Because you thought you had a shot. But clearly there was some miscommunication so now you’re in pain because you were stupid enough to think that Billy Hargrove would want to be your boyfriend.  

After your shower, you decide that you feel better but not by much. The pained look on Billy’s face stays in your mind and you can’t seem to shake it. You don’t know why you feel so guilty. He deserved that. He’s hurt so many women and you were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. 

Billy deserves to be knocked down a few pegs and you’re sure many others would agree with that. So why are you wondering if he’s okay, staring at the phone that’s on your desk, debating to call and check in. 

You shake your head and get dressed before heading out the door again to go meet Steve and Robin. You really need to hang out with someone so you don't do something stupid. If you stay home, you’ll just do something you shouldn’t and with your friends around, you’re sure to be distracted. 

-

Billy’s standing in front of the door again. He wants to knock, but knows he shouldn’t. He should really go home and stop being such a bother. He swears that he’s going to end up in the hospital if he’s seen there again. 

But of course, his hand betrays him and he knocks, a pit in his stomach as he waits for someone to answer. And of course, just his luck, it’s Jim again. He opens the door wide and gestures for Billy to step inside. 

“Let’s have a chat,” he says and Billy hesitantly heads inside the house, the door slamming behind him. Holy shit, is this where he’s gonna die? 

Jim pulls out a chair at the kitchen table for Billy and he silently takes a seat. He’s not really scared of anything, but there’s something about Jim Hopper that’s so terrifying to him. 

“Whiskey?” Jim asks and as much as Billy  would love some to ease his anxiety, he can’t help but feel like this is a test. 

“Oh, no thank you,” he declines, then watches Jim pour some for himself before grabbing his shotgun. He then heads over to the table and sits down, resting the gun against his thigh as he nonchalantly sips on his beverage. 

“So why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here. I mean, I have a guess, but I want to hear you say it so there’s no confusion. You’re here for y/n, aren’t you?” 

Billy gulps, feeling his mouth drying up as he stares at the gun. So he really is going to die. He supposes if anyone was going to do it, it would be Jim as he’s made his dislike for the man very clear. 

“Yes sir,” Billy nods, scooting his chair back, jumping when Jim’s foot hooks around one of the legs, preventing Billy from moving. 

“As you know,” he takes a long pull from his whiskey tumbler. “My daughters are very important to me. I’m very protective. So when they start seeing someone that I don’t approve of, I get even more protective.” 

Jim rests his hand on the gun and pats it as he takes another sip of his whiskey. As Billy watches the man across from him, he’s writing out his own eulogy because there’s no way he’s making it out of here alive. 

“So just know that if you hurt my little girl,” he raises the gun, pressing it against Billy’s forehead. “Right through your head.” Billy’s eyes widen and the room is now so quiet that he’s sure that Jim can hear him gulp. 

And just when he’s sure that the trigger is going to be pulled and he flinches, shutting his eyes tight. He feels the pressure go away and hears Jim’s loud laughter. 

His eyes shoot open and he’s met with Jim cackling. He’s pointing and laughing at Billy until he lets out a deep sigh. Bill doesn’t know what’s going on, but he’s terrified, like he woke up in a nightmare. 

“I’m just fucking with you,” he says once he sobers up, but Billy’s not so sure that’s true. It seemed like an actual threat rather than a joke like Jim was claiming. 

Billy just stares at him, eyes wide. Jim takes another sip from his tumbler, staring at Billy from over the rim. He doesn’t like the kid, that much is obvious, but if you like him then there must be some sort of good qualities about him that he can’t see. 

He knows all about Billy’s reputation and doesn’t understand why you would even want to spend time with him. He knows that he’s known to sleep around and he swears that if Billy tries something with you, he’s going to commit murder. 

You’re an adult now and he knows that, but he still wants to do what he can to protect you. Maybe he’s being too strict but it’s for your own good. He just wants you to stay his little girl forever. 

“Can I go now?” Billy asks, now desperate to leave. He wants to get the hell out of there and never come back as long as Jim’s car is in the driveway. 

“Sure,” Jim nods. “I think our talk has been pretty productive, don’t you?” Billy just nods then stands up to leave. “Hey,” Jim calls out as Billy’s halfway to the door. 

“Yeah?” 

“You should come to dinner sometime next week. I can get to know you better and y/n would love it.” Billy doesn’t think that’s such a good idea, especially since you seem to want absolutely nothing to do with him. “So don’t plan anything for Friday night.” 

All Billy can do is not before booking it out the door and to his car. Jim heads to the open front door and lets out a chuckle as the kid speeds away in fear. 

-

“You know what, good for you,” Steve tells you as he’s sprawled out on your bed. He sits up and looks you in the eyes, his face softening. “Are you okay, though?”

“I’m fine, perfect, actually.” That’s a lie and both of you know it. You’re much more upset about the whole thing you’ll let on, but you can’t exactly tell him the truth, that you fell for Billy’s bullshit despite Steve’s warnings. You know Steve would be nothing but sympathetic, but you really aren’t in the mood for a potential “I told you so” moment. That would make you feel way worse than you already do.

You’re in front of your full length mirror, wearing a dress you’ve just bought at the mall where you met Steve. It’s short and black and you bought it despite it being like nothing you’d normally wear. But that’s the point. You’re tired of being who everyone wants you to be. You want to experiment with new clothing and makeup and wish the people around you would stop thinking that you’re more innocent than you actually are just because of who your father is.

“You look great,” Steve tells you, his eyes raking over your body. 

“Thank you,” you reply as you turn to him, smoothing out your dress just as the phone rings. 

-

Billy’s pacing back and forth in the kitchen where the phone hangs on the wall. He reluctantly asked Max for your home number and he’s been hyping himself up to actually dial it for the past five minutes. Max is standing next to him, her arms crossed over her chest as if to say that she’s not impressed. 

She’s never seen Billy like this. He’s called girls more times than he can count and he’s never been nervous about it. This just goes to show just how much her brother likes you. She lets out an annoyed sigh then picks up the phone and dials your number that she now knows by heart. As soon as it begins to ring, she hands it to him then heads back to her room. 

Your phone rings on your desk and you assume that it’s just Jim calling to tell you that he’ll be home late so you let Steve answer it. He stands from the bed and reaches for the phone, putting it up to his ear. 

“Hopper residence, Steve speaking,” he answers and you roll your eyes at how corny he sounds. “Hello?” He asks when no one responds. “Hello?” When there’s still no answer, he just hangs up with a shrug. “Must have been a wrong number.”

Billy slams the phone on the receiver and as his blood begins to boil, he reaches for his car keys and makes a beeline for the door. He doesn’t know why he’s so angry that Steve answered your phone. The two of you are friends and have been for a long time. So why is he seeing red over the fact that Steve is over at your house? He doesn’t know, but he’s planning on kicking his ass. 

He’s driving faster than he should, his anger taking over how fast he’s driving. He’s almost flooring it as he turns out of his neighborhood, turning up the tape he’s got playing as loud as it will go. He’s not even thinking about what he’s doing, he just needs to make sure that there’s absolutely nothing going on between you and Harrington.

As soon as he pulls up, he doesn’t even bother to turn the car off or close the door as he hurries up the porch and pounds his fist on the door. You open it in a flash and let out a gasp at the sight of Billy. He’s smoking a cigarette, those damn short shorts hugging his waist and you try to keep your eyes on his face. He shoves his way inside and looks around your house like a madman for your friend. He’s officially gone crazy but he doesn’t even care.

“Where is he?” He spits and you look more confused than angry that he barged into your house without so much as hello. 

“Where’s who?” You ask, genuinely confused as to what’s going on here.

“Harrington.” He says the name in a mocking tone and now you see what all of this is about. He’s jealous. 

“Billy, Steve left. Now if you’ll excuse me-” You’re trying to kick him out, but he’s not leaving so easily. 

He can’t go now when he’s come all of his way, and especially not when you’re wearing that dress. What he would give to have that thing laying over the back of the couch while he fucks you senseless. He’s gotta have you out of it right now. 

He thinks about what he’s going to do for maybe two seconds and before he can stop himself, he’s grabbing you by the waist and pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss. The whole thing makes you dizzy and you can’t even deny him because you’ve wanted this for so long. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against your lips and you can tell that he’s being genuine. He even pulls away to look you in the eye, saying the words again to prove that he really means them. 

He did hurt you, but getting a genuine apology from Billy of all people means the world to you. You love seeing this soft side of him. The side that he only seems to reserve for you. You have no idea how you bring it out of him, but you’re sure that this is the real him. The angry side is all just a facade he puts on to protect himself. 

He’s been hurt so many times throughout his life and he thinks that if he acts like he hates everyone, no one will want to come in. And if he doesn’t let people in, then they can’t leave. It just makes much more sense this way. 

But he wants to let you in. He wants to so badly that it hurts. He knows that you’re different and because of that, he’s learned to trust you. He’d trust you with his life, knowing that you’d protect him. And with that going through his mind, he’s diving in head first even though he’s absolutely terrified. But now he’s opening the door and letting you in. 

His lips find yours again and his tongue slides into your mouth as the kiss gets more heated. His hands slide down your back, grabbing hold of the backs of your legs, picking you up. He carries you to the couch and lies you down on it gently before placing himself on top of you. 

His kisses are searing, his tongue roaming around your mouth like he’s trying to taste every inch of it. This is easily the best make out you’ve ever had to the point where you could do this for the rest of the night and you’d be satisfied. 

Your bodies are a mess of limbs as your hands tangle into his hair as he kisses down to your neck. You feel yourself getting dizzy as his lips do their work. You’re already wet beyond belief and you wonder what his mouth would feel on your cunt. 

You’re desperate to ask him for it but feel shy suddenly. You’ve never actually had to ask for it, the other people you’ve been with have just known what you needed. He pushes up your dress as he sucks on your skin, making your mind feel fuzzy. The dress comes off and is thrown somewhere in the living room. You moan as his teeth bite down on you and he takes that as an invitation to continue as he does it again, harder this time before licking a stripe across it to diffuse the sting.

His lips kiss their way down your body as he pulls your underwear down, sucking on different spots to hear that pretty sound again as he makes his way to your cunt. Your legs are spread wide and Billy feels his mouth watering as he thinks about how badly he wants to eat you out. He’s never done it before because he’s always thought it was gross but he just knows that you’d teach him. 

“Do you want some help?” You chuckle as you sit up and he nods. 

“Please,” he whines. It’s so obvious how badly he wants to do it and you want to help out. 

“On your knees,” you snap and point to the floor in front of the couch. He’s quick to listen and gets down on his knees in front of you. He watches you turn and sit on the cushion in front of him, spreading your legs wide for him. “Now put my legs on your shoulders.” He does exactly what you say and once he’s done, he looks up at you for his next instructions. 

Your fingers thread into his hair again and you grab onto it, guiding his face down to your cunt. “Go for the clit first,” you instruct. “Do what feels comfortable. I trust you. And maybe if you’re good, I might return the favor.” Oh, he’s so up for that challenge.

Billy hesitantly presses a kiss to it, very unsure of what he’s supposed to do. He hears you saying something about his tongue so he flicks it across your clit and your pull onto his hair in response, a whine falling from your lips. He does that a few times then goes in with his lips, sucking on it which makes you whine even louder. 

Once he feels like your clit has gotten enough attention, he moves down to your slit, going straight in with his teeth. He can tell he’s doing it right as your heels dig into his back, your thighs pressing tight against his head. His hands move to rest on your thighs, his nails digging into your skin as he buries his face into your cunt as he continues to use his teeth like he’s done it a million times before. 

He continues his movements as you moan over and over, pulling on his hair as his name falls from your lips. Now that he’s gotten a little taste, he wants to eat you out any chance he gets. It makes him feel so different than penetrative sex does. This is a different way he can be in control and making you orgasm makes him feel better than any other woman has. 

You reach your orgasm, his name falling from your lips once again as he finishes up, trying to lick up every last bit of slick that he can. He then pulls away, resting your feet back down on the floor before sitting back on his heels, waiting for you to tell him that he did a good job. 

“Fuck,” you sigh then grab him by the chin, pressing a kiss to his lips, sticking your tongue into his mouth so you can taste yourself on him then pulling away. “You can do that anytime you want.” 

You stand up from the couch and throw on your dress before offering him your hand. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up and get you out of here before my dad and El get home.” And Billy follows you to the bathroom like a lost puppy, convinced that he’s falling in love with you.

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[mirensiart]

I've been thinking about Time and his eye, and that got me thinking about the pain sharing au so here's some ideas and headcanons:

Idea 1: Time deals with light sensitivity

I've been watching a youtube channel, the blind surfer, (he's really cool btw you should check him out, he's a voice actor and he's literally THE movie trailer voice guy, he's done stuff for like everything. anyways moving on) he was talking about light sensitivity and how he's still able to see light, and that without his sunglasses, it leads to headaches and migraines

So I imagine that the main reason Time almost always has his eye closed is because of light sensitivity. Even with the eye being closed, bright sunny days are probably really bad for him. Someone get this poor man an eye patch. I can only imagine the hell that would be one of Four's migraines combined with one of Time's from light sensitivity.

Idea 2: Lack of depth perception leads to shenanigans

Since he also doesn't have depth perception, with the curse, the chain finally realizes just how often Time bumps into things. He's a bit clumsy and spills or knocks things over a lot, in the Malon comics we literally see him knock over a jar and spill jelly everywhere. In battle he's amazing, in everyday life.... it's a struggle. There are so many tiny little bumps that everyone's confused about until they remember that Time is literally blind in one eye and therefore lacks depth perception.

And now for a slightly more wholesome one, everyone's carefully not to accidentally startle him by approaching his blind side. Ok, that's all I have for now. I'd love to see people explore the tiny little things that come with Time missing an eye more, there's so much potential in just the small mundane things.

YES YES YES !!!!!!

I remember someone tagging me in a post about wounds, and it went into detail about eye wounds & the phantom pains relating to missing an eye, and it's honestly so interesting, especially if applied to the au

I do agree that this dude needs an eyepatch cause the light sensitivity must suck, especially if you work/are outdoors a lot! Which is time's case

I really love the hc that wind gets him an eyepatch eventually hehe

I love the depth perception shenanigans, like I can just imagine him leaning into say, twilight or wars, to rest his arm on their shoulder and completely missing by a mile and falling lmao

I can see him trip a lot too, I remember reading that some people with vision problems also have problems with stairs, so yeah hehe

Anyway tysm for your message, I really need to explore the depth perception thing some time, cause I feel it could be hilarious hehe

[chrisstvrns]

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 | 𝐜.𝐬

warnings: not proofread, fluff of chris painting his daisy on madisons wall :)

word count: 1k

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

it had been three weeks since chris told you he was moving back to boston, and now the triplets were nearly fully moved back. they had to move a few more boxes, and then? they were back. full time. right now, you and the triplets were in madisons nursery, white and yellow paint cans scattered on the floor. chris was leaning over her crib, dragging white paints along the wall. 

chris paused for a moment, stepping back to assess his work. the daisy was still a rough outline, but the petals were coming together nicely against the soft pink background. his brows furrowed in concentration, lips quirking into a faint smile despite the paint smudged across his cheek.  

“you sure you don’t want me to just stick to solid colors?” he asked over his shoulder, his tone teasing but cautious, like he still wasn’t sure how much room he had to step into this part of your life.  

you shook your head with a laugh, sitting cross-legged on the floor, organizing madison’s tiny clothes into neat piles. “you’re doing great, picasso,” you joked, though your chest tightened at the surreal sight of him here—fully present, fully involved.  

chris huffed a quiet laugh, dipping the brush back into the paint. “i don’t know about great, but madison deserves a nice room. gotta make it special.”  

there was a softness in his voice that hadn’t always been there before. the weight of everything that had happened—the unexpected pregnancy, the messy emotions when he found out, and now this attempt at something new—lingered in the air like unspoken words.  

you watched him silently for a moment, the realization settling deeper into your bones: chris was trying. he was trying to be here, trying to show up in ways that mattered, even if neither of you had fully figured out what that looked like yet.  

“she’s gonna love it,” you said quietly, your voice carrying more meaning than just the mural on the wall.  

chris glanced back at you, his blue eyes softer than usual. “yeah,” he murmured. “i hope so.”  

chris turned back to the wall, his brush moving with slower, more deliberate strokes as he filled in the daisy’s petals. the room smelled faintly of fresh paint and new beginnings.  

“do you think she likes daisies?” he asked suddenly, voice low but curious.  

you smiled, folding a soft yellow onesie and placing it neatly in the drawer. “how could she not? daisies are happy flowers.”  

“yeah,” he said, thoughtful. “she should be surrounded by happy things.”  

there it was again—that quiet determination in his voice, like he was making a promise not just to madison but to you, too. the weight of everything unspoken settled between you, but it didn’t feel heavy this time. it felt hopeful.  

“she’s surrounded by love,” you said softly, standing up and brushing paint flecks off your leggings. “that’s what matters.”  

chris put down the brush and wiped his hands on his jeans, leaving faint white streaks across the denim. “i’m gonna make sure of that,” he said, meeting your gaze. “for both of you.”  

the sincerity in his words made your throat tighten, but you nodded, swallowing down the lump of emotion. “we know,” you whispered.  

he took a step closer, hesitant but firm, and you let yourself believe—just for a moment—that maybe this was the beginning of something good. something right.  

you finish folding her clothes, standing up and placing them in her dresser. you watch as nick and matt fiddle with some trinkets on her tallest dresser, chris continuing to paint. he picks up a dab of yellow paint, drawing a circle in the middle of the flower. 

he steps back, admiring it. you walk over to him, silently standing next to him. 

"what do you think?" chris asked quietly, his voice warm but uncertain as he tilted his head toward the daisy.  

you tilted your head, mimicking his stance. "it’s perfect," you said softly, the simplicity of the flower somehow capturing everything you hoped for madison’s world—peaceful, joyful, and bright.  

"yeah?" he glanced at you, searching for reassurance.  

"yeah," you nodded, brushing your shoulder against his lightly. "she's gonna love it. i already do."  

he exhaled a laugh, the sound soft but genuine. "good. couldn’t have messed this up. my first major dad duty, you know?"  

his words caught you off guard, and you turned to look at him, your expression softening. there was no hesitation in the way he said it—no doubt, no fear. just a quiet certainty that this was where he was supposed to be.  

"you're doing okay so far," you teased gently, though your voice wavered with emotion.  

chris grinned, paint-streaked and slightly bashful. "just okay? i'll work on that."  

from across the room, matt let out an exaggerated groan. "can you guys be done with the heartfelt stuff? nick just knocked over a whole box of diapers, and i'm not cleaning it up."  

"that was your fault," nick protested, holding up his hands defensively. "you bumped me!"  

chris chuckled, shaking his head. "guess i better go handle that," he muttered, stepping toward the chaos.  

you stayed where you were, eyes lingering on the daisy, the pink walls, and the scattered paint cans. it wasn’t perfect—none of this was—but it was real. it was yours. and as you watched chris wrangle nick and matt into helping clean up the mess, you knew it was going to be enough.  

from the monitor, you heard madisons cried coming from your mom office, and your mothers coos calming her. 

you knew this was it. you were okay. you and chris were together again. and maybe, hopefully, this time it will all work out. you, chris, and madison were a family.  

you were finally okay again. 

chris glanced back at you from across the room, a playful smirk tugging at his lips despite nick and matt’s bickering. “hey,” he called out softly, like he had something more to say but wasn’t sure how to put it into words.  

“yeah?” you asked, your voice steady but curious.  

“thanks for letting me be here,” he said, sincerity lacing every word.  

you smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “thanks for showing up,” you replied gently.  

and in that simple exchange, surrounded by the mess, the laughter, and the lingering smell of paint, you realized something—being okay didn’t mean perfect. it just meant showing up, trying, and finding joy in the chaos.  

and that? that was more than enough.

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a/n: were finally done with this series!! i loved writing it so much i hope u all enjoyed it!! :)) if u have any ideas of what else you might wanna see let me know and i might do a part seven?

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[sebbybailey]

A Soldier's Heart - Bucky Barnes Oneshot

Summary: Bucky Barnes, once hardened by war and loss, finds solace in his first Valentine’s Day with his pregnant girlfriend. Nervous but hopeful, he gifts you a simple silver necklace, symbolizing his commitment. As they share a quiet evening, you surprise him with a heartfelt journal filled with memories and letters to their unborn daughter. Overwhelmed with love, Bucky promises to cherish every moment, realizing that for the first time in his life, he truly belongs. As they dream of their future together, he embraces the warmth of a love he never thought he deserved.

Warnings: Mentions of Bucky’s past trauma, Emotional vulnerability, Pregnancy themes, and Soft angst and healing themes

Words: 1.1k

A/n: My first Valentine's Day fanfic! I was debating to do this with either Anthony Bridgerton or Bucky Barnes, but I obviously chose Bucky. Y/N will be carrying a child in this since Bucky cannot keep his hands off her so.

This February air was crisp, a gentle snowfall dusting the streets of Brooklyn as Bucky Barnes pulled his coat tighter around him. Valentine's Day wasn’t exactly his thing—too many years lost to war, to HYDRA, to the Winter Soldier. Love had never been a luxury he could afford. But tonight was different.

Tonight, he had someone waiting for him.

He exhaled a breath that fogged in the cold air, checking the small box in his pocket for the hundredth time. A simple silver chain with a tiny heart pendant, nothing too flashy. Just something to remind his pregnant girlfriend that he was here, for you and the baby, and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Stepping into the little apartment, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon wrapped around him, warm and inviting. You turned from the kitchen, a soft smile on your lips.

"Hey, you’re home," you said, wiping your hands on a dish towel before walking over.

"Yeah," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Got you something."

Your eyes widened as he pulled the small box from his pocket. "Bucky—" You thought he was proposing.

"Don’t freak out, it’s nothing crazy. I’m not ready to propose just yet," he chuckled, suddenly self-conscious. "Just… wanted you to have something from me."

You opened the box slowly, your fingers tracing the delicate chain before lifting it out. "It’s beautiful." You opened the pendent and tears welled up in your eyes. "Our baby’s name.."

He took the necklace from your hands, fastening it around your neck. His metal fingers were always careful, always gentle when it came to you.

"It’s just a reminder," he said, his voice softer now. "That I’m here, that I’m trying. For you. For the baby."

You turned in his arms, looking up at him with tenderness that made his chest ache. "You don’t have to try, Bucky. You already have my heart."

His lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

You let out a small laugh, placing a hand on your stomach. "You know, this is my first Valentine's Day with you… and my first one carrying our little girl."

Bucky’s breath caught as he looked down at you, his eyes flickering to your belly with awe. He still couldn’t believe it sometimes—that after everything, he had this. He had her. And soon, they would have a daughter.

"You make it sound like we need to make it extra special," he teased, resting his flesh hand over hers. "Guess I better step up my game."

You grinned, lacing your fingers through his. "You already have. Just by being here."

Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. He had a family now. A future. And for the first time in a long time, Valentine’s Day didn’t feel like a reminder of what he had lost—it was a promise of everything he had gained.

He led you to the couch, settling you against him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "So, what’s the plan for tonight?" he asked, his voice filled with rare ease.

"Well," you started, biting your lip. "I may have ordered us something special for dinner. And there’s a little surprise for you, too."

He raised an eyebrow. "A surprise for me?"

You nodded, reaching behind the couch and pulling out a neatly wrapped package. “Open it.”

Bucky took the gift, carefully unwrapping it to reveal a small leather-bound journal. He flipped through the pages, finding handwritten notes and little memories you had written down—some from their time together, some hopes for their future, and even little letters to their unborn daughter.

His throat tightened as he looked up at you, emotion swelling in his chest. “This… this is amazing,” he murmured. “I don’t even know what to say.”

You placed a hand on his cheek, your eyes shining. “Just say you love me.”

Bucky swallowed, setting the journal down so he could pull you into his arms. “I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”

As the snow continued to fall outside, Bucky realized that maybe love wasn’t something he had lost—it was something he had finally found.

. . .

Later that night, as they sat together on the couch, their dinner long finished and soft music playing in the background, you rested your head against his shoulder. “Do you think she’ll love Valentine’s Day?” you mused, your fingers absently tracing patterns on his arm.

Bucky chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “If she’s anything like her mom, she’ll love it.”

You sighed happily, your free hand resting protectively over your belly. “I can’t wait for her to be here.”

Bucky’s heart swelled with warmth as he placed his hand over yours. “Me neither,” he admitted. “She’s already got me wrapped around her little finger.”

As the night stretched on, Bucky knew one thing for certain—this was the kind of love he had fought for, the kind he would always cherish. And for the first time in his long, complicated life, Valentine’s Day truly meant something to him.

The soft lull of the evening carried them into a peaceful quiet. You shifted slightly, turning your face up to meet his. “Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll?” he murmured, running his fingers gently over your arm.

“Promise me something.”

He tilted his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “Anything.”

You took a deep breath, your eyes full of love and vulnerability. “No matter what happens, no matter how crazy life gets… promise me that we’ll always find time for moments like this.”

Bucky tightened his embrace around you, his heart hammering at the sheer depth of what you meant to him. “I promise,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “Always.”

And as he held you close, Bucky Barnes knew that for the first time in his life, he truly belonged.

The hours passed in comfortable silence, the warmth of their love surrounding them. As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, Bucky let himself imagine their future—late nights rocking their daughter to sleep, tiny hands gripping his fingers, the sound of laughter filling their home.

With one last glance at the snow-covered streets outside, he closed his eyes, holding onto the peace he had found. Whatever the future held, he knew one thing—he would always fight for this love, for his family, for the happiness he never thought he deserved.

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Ohohoho, I see more stp related character ask games. In which case, thoughts on Hunted? Could always use more Hunted content out here

(Ooooo Hunted!!! The silliest of fellas)

(And as I’m writing this my appreciation for him just skyrockets ten fold. He makes me. Let’s just say. Feral.)

(Ask is here!!! vvvvvv Sorry that it looks like this, I’m on IPad🗿)

(Also the reply is getting too long (again), sooo gonna put a cut somewhere here…)

FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM

Probably how reliable he is in general. I feel like he’s probably the voice that is the most loyal to Quiet alongside Hero. He just really doesn’t seem like the type of character to have any hidden agenda underneath his actions. He’s just, when he thinks of something, he’d just do it instinctively. I love how he just focuses on the now and what’s happening around him, and doesn’t rely on what he sees only. He’s a really simple guy and all he really wants is safety. And I really like that about him. (The contrast between him and Oppy is glaring here)

And also despite the fact that instinct is a big part that makes him “him”, he’s not completely feral and still holds that humanity inside of him. I think he’s pretty darn neat.

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM

It’s how little he had appeared 😭😭😭

He needs more chapter 3 appearances aside from his own

Both him and Skeptic need more chapters actually.

(And honestly I don’t have much “””bad””” stuff to say about him. He’s just overall a very likeable character to me)

FAVORITE LINE

“Does a cat lie to a cornered mouse just to play with its freedom, or is it acting out its own nature?” (You’ll see this line again)

“The Look. We’ve all used it.”

“Looking at her makes me sad.”

BROtp

Gotta say Hunted and Witch. Hunted pairs well with many other voices and vessels, but the thought of two semi-feral characters interacting with each other is kind of adorable to me. Just. Similar brain wave signals. Vrrrrrrrr. Y’know.

Witch would just sniff Hunted and be like “hmmm he doesn’t smell like a liar to me” and she would just be chilling with him with half an eye closed and half of it open. Just in case. And Hunted just sees her as someone who’s gotten hurt. And had to fight back like a scared animal. So I think he would empathise with her. Idk.

Stubborn and Hunted is a good one too. I could imagine Stubborn and Hunted just sparring with each other whenever they could. The battle always ends in a stalemate though, since Hunted just dodges Stubborn’s attacks most of the time. And by the time Hunted is tired dodging Stubborn is tired as well. But knowing Stubborn he would try to throw a punch at him anyway. And then failing cause they have bodies now. Stubborn takes it as a challenge and is thrilled to see what other stuff Hunted could do. Unstoppable force vs Immovable object.

And the mental thought of Stubborn throwing Hunted like a Pokeball and be like “Hunted I choose you” is just so funny to me. And. Just. Hunted riding on Stubborn’s shoulder. So cute.

OTP

He honestly pairs well with a lot of them tbh, so I don’t think I can choose an exact one.

NOtp

I have none hehe

RANDOM HEADCANON

He would sometimes bite the other voices to show affection. If he is feeling really bite-y that day he would just find something to chew on just so he won’t accidentally hurt the others.

Also, the current smaller form you see of him is not his full form. That’s just him holding back his more feral side, and hence why he looks so tiny. He’s way taller and stronger than he looks.

(Sneak peak of his feral form!!!)

A more antsy head canon I’ve got for him is that a part of him always have this urge to consume the other voices since they are technically parts of the same guy. He feels really guilty about feeling this way. When that feeling is too strong he would lock himself away from the flock until it passes.

UNPOPULAR OPINION

(This is becoming less of an unpopular opinion and more of a ramble as I’m writing this, but I’m just gonna keep this here because I think this is pretty interesting)

I feel like he would take an integral role in helping the other voices in fighting against their nature, since he is so used to doing that himself. Many of the fics I’ve read where the voices are starting to become more complex and more than their nature often doesn’t mention Hunted at all. He would definitely take a role in helping the voices manage their own urges in a way that doesn’t hurt anyone, knowing how he empathises with Den despite everything she has done to them.

He shines the most when he is paired with Oppy regarding this. Oppy embraces his own nature, and often times to his own detriment. Hunted wouldn’t trust him, but he would still protect and look after him anyway since he is still a part of the flock. If Oppy ever shows an ounce of genuine interest in fighting against his urge to betray people for his own benefit, Hunted would be one of the first ones to help and encourage him.

“Does a cat lie to a cornered mouse just to play with its freedom, or is it acting out its own nature?”

Nature vs Nurture baby!!!!

SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM

Butcher Vanity, specifically him in Den where he goes completely feral

And also Kaibutsu/怪物. It can be a shared song between Hunted and Oppy, but mostly Hunted.

FAVOURITE PICTURE OF THEM

(I love it when I just draw him like a fu@king creature)

(He’s so derpy-looking here)

[bloodygyaruuu]

Show us your Kirby gijinkas. Now. (If you even have any.)

sorry abt the long wait, but here u go

im SOOOO happy w how these turned out.

sorry, but i only really have set designs for meta and ddd at the moment but i'd LOVE to do the other characters. i know you didn't explicitly ask for mtdd, but I just couldn't help myself <3

(ill go into more detail about my choices under the cut, I just love to yap)

okay now that ur stuck here with me, I'm gonna start with my design headcanons and inspirations.

Meta Knight:

Okay for Meta I wanted go with a more slender-ish, short-statured body will a bit of a baby face. I really tried leaning into a bit for vampiric features like fangs, desaturated colors, and the signature vampire bites (although these ones are just moles for the aesthetic). I wanted to give him a good chunk of unique features too like a scar under his right eye, a few beauty marks, pale-white eyes, prominent fangs, like 2c/3a hair (this means curly/wavy incase ur unaware), permenant eye bags, and a hooked nose for good measure. Ski-slope nose meta is evil propaganda which shall not be trusted.

yes yes, i can hear u saying "he looks like a twink" and to that I respond, "well, I'm fucking trying. he looks strange w facial hair to me and also Im a raging lesbian who only draws women over and over again". Also I made him Mexican because have u SEEN the anime dub. its fucking gold. and while I'm not Mexican, I AM colombian and black, so I thought this would be a good time to flex my liberal wokeness and make meta darker than a piece of paper. excuse the egregious anime hairstyle, I like anime and don't get out much.

King Dedede:

Alrighty I REALLY stepped out of my comfort zone here. I'm gonna be honest and say not only do I not draw a lot of men, but I don't draw a lot of men with larger body types like ever so this was definitely a bit of a challenge. god bless the "fat guy" anatomy tumblr post I saved a year ago, it came in clutch. anyways, I wanted to add some traditionally black hairstyles to my kingy king so I did a bit of thinking until I came to a realization. BEARD. LOCS. it was genius. I scrolled thru this guys page on tiktok who also had beard locs but they had jewelry on them and I just thought "wow, el, ur a genius." so I threw them into the design ofc. I like how a few other gijinka designs of ddd give him a long braid in the back. It's very regal. So I did that too but it's a braid made up of locs. Dedede's head is probably extremely heavy from the hairstyle I gave him, but he'll live. To list off some attributes; I gave ddd a wide, flat nose, vibrantly dark skin, like the underbite kind of fangs that u see in werewolves(not sure what it's called exactly? anti fangs??), locs, bushy eyebrows, and blue, tiny pupils. Again, I am VERY happy w/ my resdesign of him since my design of MK didn't change all that much from 2022.

In Conclusion:

thank you to anyone who made it this far!!1!!1

I know I say a whole lot of nothing sometimes, but I'm just so touched somebody out there wanted to see MY gijinka designs. its so funny cuz that's literally what my first ever post was on this app and Its nice to see things come full circle for once. hopefully, you all think Ive improved since then. personally, I think I improved a wee bit, but ill always strive towards improvement so I can have enough talent to consider redrawing the designs I just made, but even better <3

[jellybeanium124]

can't stop thinking about this version of them...

ed joining a local bunny owners facebook group and becoming online friends with stede, before eventually working up the nerve to tell stede that after all the funny and ridiculous stories he's shared about arthur, ed is dying to meet him. stede is very enthusiastic about the idea.

when ed shows up at stede's house the next day, everything seems more neat and tidy than it usually is in stede's pictures. stede himself seems far more pretty in person too. stede excitedly takes him to arthur's large x-pen where arthur is busy gnawing on the pen and pushing and pulling it with his teeth. he's so tiny it's really funny to see all this energy coming out of such a small creature.

when he looks up and sees ed, he runs to the back of his pen to a covered area with his bed, and watches them, on alert.

"sorry he's not very friendly..." stede says sadly.

"'s okay. I know the breed tend to be skittish," ed replies, sitting down next to the pen. stede sits down next to him and starts talking about the bunny shenanigans arthur's been up to today. ed responds in kind telling stede all about the cute and silly and naughty things daisy's been up to, and he shows stede a million pictures and videos on his phone.

arthur eventually comes out of his bed area and takes a drink at his water bowl. stede sticks his fingers into the pen and arthur goes over to him and lays his head down and stede pets his forehead. arthur melts a little at the pets.

"aww, he really likes you," ed says softly.

"it was quite a journey. poor little guy was rescued from a horrible breeder situation after there was a fire. he was incredibly distrustful of people, very nippy. the shelter I was at said they didn't know what they were going to do with him. so I took him home right then and there. I didn't know anything about rabbits. I'd gone there planning on getting a dog. I had to keep him in a crate for the first few nights before I got my hands on an x-pen and some proper bunny supplies. but, well, you learn fast when you introduce a 3-pound ball of fluff and rage into your home... but we got through it. getting him neutered once he was old enough did help a lot. and now... well, he's still standoffish and a bit of a criminal, but he's warmed up to life here. the first time I saw him binky, and then the first time I saw him flop over in front of me... I wouldn't trade those moments for anything."

"yeah... daisy wasn't a total hellbunny, luckily. and I had prep time. fang said she was surrendered by a family who realized they couldn't take care of a rabbit. apparently she was a birthday present for twin six-year-old girls--"

stede grimaced.

"yeah, I know, right? she freaked out a lot initially, but she's chilled out since. she prefers to laze around than cause chaos. I'll lay down on the floor and then she'll lay down on the floor by me and I'll pet her... that's really nice... she's so small and I'm so big... and other people have mistreated her in the past but she's always excited to see me, and she'll flop over and close her eyes and let me pet her and she knows I'll never hurt her--" ed got choked up all of a sudden and couldn't keep talking. he inhaled deeply and tried not to cry. stede put his hand on ed's shoulder.

"oh ed... of course she knows you'll never hurt her. you're so lovely and kind, and you take such good care of her. she knows she's safe with you."

this made ed let out a big sob. arthur froze initially and then leaned forward towards ed.

"oh, ed, no, I--" stede started, as ed started crying. "oh dear, I didn't mean to make you cry more! please stop, I, I'm sorry, I don't know what-- edward, please--"

ed tried to slow his breathing down, and came to realize that stede was holding him. he looked down, and saw arthur sticking his nose out of the x-pen at him.

ed slowly brought his fingers close to arthur's eyes, then his nose. he laid his head down, and ed pet him.

"wow..." stede whispered. "that's amazing... he's never warmed up to someone so fast. it took alma multiple visits of feeding him treats for him to let her pet him..."

ed gently stroked arthur from his nose to his forehead. "wow..."

"you're a bunny whisperer, ed."

"pfft. naw. he just wants to assert his dominance as the alpha bun around here. in case I ever come back."

"we'd love to have you back."

"me and daisy will have to have you over first."

"you think they'll get pissed when we come home smelling like different bunnies?"

ed snickered. "maybe. how dare we, really, come home smelling like another bunny. we're monsters."

"the worst kind," stede said, giggling with him.

"but hey... maybe one day they'll meet. and recognize that smell."

"and then they'll start fighting."

"maybe... or maybe they'll realize, 'hey this other bunny is really cool! maybe we could be friends!'"

"I wish! I feel so bad leaving arthur alone, but he seems like he likes being a solitary bun. I'd be worried about him rejecting all other rabbits."

"I feel bad leaving daisy alone too... I have a feeling she'd like a friend."

"maybe she would. maybe they could be friends."

"that'd be nice."

"real nice."

so modern au ed. his employee/buddy(?) fang volunteers at an animal rescue in his free time, and he's always talking about how they have too many animals, and not enough people who seriously want to foster or adopt. and after months of extremely subtly dropping hints to ed about animal companionship and the joys of pet ownership, ed agrees to visit the rescue and see if any of the animals speak to him.

he doesn't like dogs, well, it's not like that exactly. he's met fang's dogs before and they're lovely. he likes dogs when they belong to other people. but they tend to bark and shout at random intervals, and ed doesn't like the idea of a housemate whose favorite hobby is screaming. so he goes in there looking for a cat.

but none of the cats really speak to him. they're cute, sure, but... none of them catch his fancy. and then fang takes him to a room at the back of the rescue, filled with pens that have 1-3 rabbits in them.

in the smallest pen is a lone, tiny little white rabbit with black eyeliner, chewing on the metal bars. it stops and looks up at him.

"that's daisy," fang said. "we got a call about a white rabbit about a month ago and I went and got her. she's not been that friendly with the other rabbits, even though everyone here is spayed and neutered. hence her own little pen."

ed crouched down, and daisy stuck out her nose to sniff at him. "why's she got eyeliner?"

"she's a dwarf hotot. that's just how they look."

"wicked."

daisy hopped to her water bowl and had a drink.

"can I foster her?" ed asked, barely above a whisper.

"sure!"

fang gets ed some reading on bunnies and after about two weeks ed's built a space that he hopes will make daisy very, very happy.

daisy is nervous at first, in ed's home. fang's getting 10 calls a day asking if this or that behavior is normal. ed spends all the time he can with her. he stops working extra-long days because he feels bad leaving daisy alone. slowly, she starts to come out of her shell. she explores more around his house. he sees her binky for the first time, and then flop over for the first time and fully close her eyes. she nudges him for pets. she'll be lying in the corner of her pen and then immediately get up when ed comes home.

after about a month or two of fostering, ed asks if he can adopt her. fang, overjoyed, gives him a big hug, and says of course he can adopt her, fang couldn't think of a better person to adopt her.

maybe this even leads into him joining a bunny owners group, and meeting stede, a bitchy adorable man who owns a bitchy adorable netherland dwarf.

trying to get arthur and daisy to bond ends up being easier than expected...

[nameless-jamie]

SHOULD I?

Glimpse Into the Future - Jamie Tartt x fem!PA reader

Masterlist

A/N: Tiny Baby Chapter

TW: cursing

It had been months since Y/N had found out she was pregnant, and with each passing day, Jamie couldn’t shake the thought of her in a white dress at the end of an altar.

Every time he saw her, especially with the growing bump, it was like the world had hit him with a massive wave of clarity. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She is the one.

But, like everything else, it wasn’t simple.

In his head, Jamie had it all figured out—he’d pop the question, they’d get married, and raise their little one together, happy and whole. But in real life, things were a little more complicated. And so, as per usual, he turned to his mates for advice.

But the thing about his mates was... they all had their own opinions.

It started with Roy Kent, who had been completely indifferent about Jamie’s idea. They were sitting in the locker room after training, Jamie changing into his usual clothes when he casually dropped the bomb.

"I’m thinkin' about askin’ her, Roy," Jamie said, staring at the ground as he pulled on his shoes.

Roy didn’t even look up from his desk. "What, marryin' her?"

"Yeah," Jamie muttered, rubbing his neck. "You think I should do it?"

Roy, ever the man of few words, just shrugged. "You should’ve done it years ago if you were a real man, mate."

Jamie blinked, his brow furrowing. "I—"

Roy didn’t care. "She's basically been acting like your wife since you hired her. But whatever. Do what you want. Just don’t make it some big dramatic bullshit. It’s Y/N. She’ll love whatever you do."

Jamie nodded, feeling both reassured and slightly confused by Roy’s blunt response.

Next up was Keeley, who, unsurprisingly, had a strong opinion. She’d been all about supporting Jamie’s and Y/N's relationship from the start, and this was no different. She was the baby's godmother after all.

"Jamie, listen to me," Keeley said, sitting across from him at the café they were at for lunch. "She’s definitely gonna say yes. But you have to consider something."

Jamie’s excitement immediately shifted to nerves. "What do you mean?"

Keeley leaned in, her voice lowering to a more serious tone. "Well, you know she’s pregnant, right? And, I mean, that’s a big deal. Do you really think she’ll feel comfortable being pregnant, walking down the aisle with a big belly?"

Jamie blinked, processing her words. "What do you mean?"

"I just don’t want her to feel uncomfortable or like it’s happening for the wrong reasons," Keeley explained, her voice softening. "You know how she is. She might feel like you're doing it out of obligation. I#m guessing you'd want to marry he before the baby comes?"

Jamie’s mind started racing. Was Keeley right? Was he moving too fast? Was Y/N even ready for all of this?

"Maybe you’re right," Jamie mumbled, glancing down at his coffee, feeling suddenly uncertain.

Keeley smiled, patting his hand. "Just make sure she’s happy, Jamie. That’s all I’m saying."

Next came Sam, who was always the thoughtful one. He looked at Jamie across the table of a pub they met up at, his expression serious as he took a sip of his drink.

"I just think," Sam started slowly, "if you’re gonna propose, it should be about you two and not about her belly. I mean, I know she’s pregnant, but you want her to say yes because she wants to marry you, not because she feels like it’s the right thing to do. She's probably very hormonal, we don't know how she'll react."

Jamie nodded, hearing Sam out. "You think she might not want to marry me now?"

Sam smiled, but it was a little sad. "No. I think she’ll love you no matter what. But you need to make sure she doesn’t feel rushed or pressured into something she’s not ready for."

Jamie felt torn. Would Y/N think he was trying to force things? Was it really better to wait until after the baby was born?

The rest of the boys, on the other hand, were practically buzzing with excitement the moment Jamie mentioned the idea.

"Wait, you’re proposing?" Dani’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. "What can I do to help? I’ll be your best man!"

Jamie chuckled. "You’re not gonna be the best man, Dani."

"Why not?" Dani pouted dramatically. "I could get you a nice suit! And we can practice speeches!"

Jamie shook his head, laughing despite himself. "Dani, you're not helping."

"Okay, okay," Dani said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But can I at least pick the music for the wedding? I’ll make sure it’s perfect!"

Isaac chuckled at his eager teammate. "I’ll be in charge of the cake."

"Yeah, don’t go overboard," Jamie said, shaking his head. "This is supposed to be simple. Not a circus."

The rest of the guys chimed in, already planning Jamie’s proposal in their heads. The mood in the locker room was a stark contrast to the nerves swirling in Jamie’s stomach.

Meanwhile, Y/N had no idea what was going on.

She was too busy managing the day-to-day, making sure Jamie was in the right place at the right time, and figuring out how to juggle the whole assistant-and-girlfriend thing while being pregnant on top of that.

As she sat in the office, typing up her notes, her phone buzzed with a message from Keeley.

Keeley: "How's everything going with Jamie and the baby?"

Y/N smiled at the text. Things were going well. They’d been living in their new house for a long time now, and despite a few hiccups, they were settling in. She didn’t suspect that Jamie had been having a secret conversation with all of his friends about proposing.

She put the phone down, feeling a little giddy just thinking about their little family. The baby was coming soon, and life was finally falling into place.

But as much as she felt content, there was a part of her that still was a little scared about all of it—marriage included.

Little did she know, Jamie was already working on making sure her answer would be a big yes.

[witchygagirlwrites]

A Different Bekker

Connor Rhodes x Reader

@bonnyclydecat requested for Ava's sister falling for Connor but thinking he's with Ava (they're just friends) so she's doesn't stand a chance. Or does she?

You knew you needed a change. Ava picked up on it too, she knew you well enough to know when you weren’t happy. “Move to Chicago. My place is big enough. I have a two bedroom. Come on, you’re my little sister. It’s my job to take care of you” after some consideration you packed up what little you owned but considering you rented a tiny one bedroom in New York City that wasn’t exactly saying a lot, shipped it in advance to her then hopped on a plane.

The moment you stepped foot in Chicago the cool air wrapped around you. You tugged your jacket a little closer, grabbed your carry on and joined the crowd of people exiting the plane as they all went in search of their loved ones. 

You wove in and out of the crowd until you finally spotted your sister standing next to the luggage collection area. “Ava!” you called and she turned towards you with a broad smile “There she is!” and ran towards you to pull you into a hug. You hadn’t seen each other since the summer and considering it was well into winter you’d missed her. You pulled back and looked her over “Appears Chicago is doing you well” she nodded “It is. I’ll take you by Med to introduce you to everyone but don’t you need to stop by Firehouse Fifty one first?” 

You nodded “Yes, I need to freshen up a bit before I talk to Chief Boden. Don’t want to look like you found you in the alley across from the station before I came in now do I?” she laughed “That would not be a good first impression for an incoming paramedic now would it?”

You were the P.I.C. on at your station house for the FDNY for the last five years so when you decided to move to Chicago you’d enlisted your sister’s help in finding a house. She insisted fifty one was the best after asking around so you checked and they were in need of a paramedic as luck would have it or well you didn’t want to phrase it as luck considering from your understanding the last paramedic had passed away but they were in need and you were in need of a job so maybe that was a good timing thing for everyone?

She slipped her arm through yours “Let’s find your luggage, you can freshen up at my place and if you’re comfortable driving you can take my car. If not, I'll drive you to the station house. Afterwards we’ll go out to lunch and then I’ll introduce you to everyone I work with” you nodded “Sounds like you have the day planned” she grinned “As always I am wrangling you dear”

You smoothed down the material of the pants you’d changed into. “Do I look presentable?” you asked and she nodded “You look beautiful. The pants are fine, the top is fine. Professional but not stuffy” you smiled “Thanks Ava” and climbed out of her car where she’d parked across the street from the station house.

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When you climbed back into the car Ava raised an eyebrow “Well?” you grinned “I start shift Monday” “I told you they would be clamoring to have you!” you rolled your eyes “Of course you would say that! I had to actually meet them and make good impressions first. All in all everyone seems pretty nice” she smiled “Good. Now, let’s get lunch then we’ll go to med.

She pulled out into traffic and you laughed lightly “I need to start shopping for a car” she cut her eyes at you “Are you already tired of my driving?” you grinned “Maybe?” and she gasped playfully before shaking her head “I’ll ask Connor if he knows of a good place to look” you were the one to raise an eyebrow that time “Who’s Connor?” “One of the doctors I work with” she replied and you nodded slowly, did your sister have a boyfriend and hadn’t told you?

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After lunch Ava drove to med. You cut your eyes at her “They’re not going to be expecting me to look exactly like you or anything are they?” she laughed “No darling, they know” you nodded “Ok, good” sometimes it was a bit awkward if someone didn’t realize you were adopted and expected you to come in looking just like Ava. Your parents adored you and treated you the same as her and you were her little sister. Your biological parents had been close friends with your father and made him your godfather when you were born. They’d passed when you were just six months old so your father and mother adopted you and that was that.

You followed her into the doors of med and the moment she walked in a woman with long black hair that was up in a braided bun and beautiful dark brown eyes  smiled at her from behind the desk “Ava, this must be your sister” Ava nodded “Maggie, meet my little sister Y/N Bekker. She’ll be working out of Firehouse fifty one as their new paramedic as well starting monday” Maggie as it turned out to be the woman’s name offered her hand so you shook it with a smile “Welcome to Chicago sweetie. If you ever need anything and can’t find your sister just holler for me” you grinned “Ok, thank you”

“Maggie keeps this entire E.D. afloat” Ava praised and Maggie winked at her “At least you know that” Ava laughed then pulled your hand “Come on love, let me introduce you to everyone else.

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After meeting Will Halstead, Ethan Choi, April Sexton and numerous other doctors and nurses you were excited to be living in Chicago, working with these people and hopefully building friendships with them. You were about to ask her if that was everyone when you heard a voice say “Well Ava, are you going to introduce me to your sister or am I the dirty little secret?”

You turned to see the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on walking towards you. He had dark hair, bright blue eyes, a beard gracing his face and the way those black scrubs hugged his shoulders made you have to remember staring was considered rude. She laughed “Of course not Connor, I just didn’t know where you were” oh shit. This was Connor. This absolute gorgeous man that you found yourself dumbfounded in front of was your sister’s boyfriend. Of-fucking-course.

You mentally kicked yourself in an attempt to reboot your manners and offered your hand “Y/N Bekker. I’ll be working out of Firehouse fifty one as their new para so I’ll be in and out of here as well” he turned his attention to you and having the full weight of those blue eyes on you was nearly enough to crush you. “Look forward to working with you. Welcome to Chicago, good to have another Bekker woman here” you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek slightly to not let it slip to as broad as it was wanting to. 

“Um I need to get going” you spoke and pulled your hand back. Ava nodded “Yes, she probably needs some sleep. Poor thing hit the ground running, already got her job lined up then we did lunch and came here” Connor cut his eyes at her as shook his head as a smirk slipped onto his face  “Don’t wear your sister out like you do the rest of us, give someone a break damn” 

She winked at him “If I must” and grabbed your arm. The two of you got a few feet then she spun you around “Oh Connor, she needs a car. Can you help us find her one for a fair price that’s a good car?” he looked from her to you, a smile slipping onto his lips “I can do that” she grinned “Thanks darling” and turned to start back walking. You glanced back over your shoulder at Connor but luckily he was looking down at a patient’s file. Damn why did you have to get eyes for your sister’s boyfriend on day one? You could deal with it, you could put space between you and him and it would be like it never happened…right?

Of course that was easier said than done when it seemed like Connor freaking Rhodes was everywhere you turned in Chicago.

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One morning you dipped into a coffee shop before work. You weren’t paying attention to the line or who was in it. You just wanted your coffee. What got your attention was when you heard Connor’s voice tell the barista “And I’m paying for whatever the pretty paramedic behind me wants to” and he looked over his shoulder at you with a smile. You felt your face warm but shoved it down. He was being sweet to his girlfriend’s sister. That was it.

You stepped up next to him and pointed at the menu “Um double shot espresso please” the barista nodded and went to make yours and his drinks. He cut his eyes at you “Gearing up?” you laughed “Double shift” “Yikes, guess I’ll be seeing you soon then?” you nodded “Probably”

The barista walked back and handed you your drinks. Connor paid so the two of you walked out together. Once you were on the sidewalk he bumped your shoulder lightly with his own “Well see you soon and be safe out there” you nodded “Always safe Rhodes. Worked NYC for five years. Chicago is a walk in the park” and turned to head for your car, trying to ignore just how warm your entire body felt at such a small interaction.

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The next time was when you rolled into med with a bad trauma case. You’d ended up having to get Kidd to hop on with you and Brett just because you needed two sets of hands in the back while Brett drove. 

You were on the side of the gurney, your hand the only thing holding the guy’s artery in place as Stella and Brett wheeled it in the door. Connor met your eyes and raised an eyebrow “Afternoon Bekker” you nodded “Afternoon Rhodes. Care to take over before my hand starts cramping?” 

He nodded and stepped up behind you, hips damn near flush with yours and he slipped his arm around you to slide his hand into place “Count of three?” he asked, blue eyes inches from yours. You nodded so he counted it down and at three you pulled your hand away and he was there to apply the pressure. You slid out from in front of him and stepped off the gurney as Will came in with April to assist Connor.

“And with that, we’re out ladies and gents” you called and Will nodded to you. Connor cut his eyes up and smiled before you walked out. All three of you stopped to shed your bloody gloves at the door before heading back for your rig.

“Ava, can I ask you a question?” Connor had finally taken enough of you avoiding him. Every time it seemed like he was finally getting close to you, you would pull away and freeze him out. He didn’t really have any other option here even if admitting to Ava he had a thing for her little sister may just end in her threatening him because from what he’d seen she was extremely protective of you.

She signed off on the file in her hand then turned to face him “Yes darling?” he smiled slightly “Did I do something to your sister and not realize it?” she shook her head “Not that I know of, why do you ask?” he shrugged “I buy her coffee, I compliment her on a good save, I got out of my way just to see her for five minutes…every time she starts to warm up to me and I think that ok maybe I have a chance….maybe she likes me like that then she shuts down?”

Her eyes widened a bit then a smile slipped onto her face “You have a crush on my sister? That’s adorable. I was wondering why you were always around all of a sudden” he grinned “I like her a lot Ava. I just I’m trying everything I can think of here and any time I make one step forward I get shoved like ten back. Should I just stop? I don’t want to pursue someone who doesn’t want to be but then she’ll get flustered from us having to get close on a patient transfer or we’ll run into each other and I can see her looking..”

She covered her mouth with her hand but he could see her shoulders shaking with laughter “And now you’re laughing at me” she shrugged “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s cute! You’re a grown man Connor, you don’t need to run to her sister. For god’s sake just tell her how you feel”

You shouldn’t have come out to Molly’s. Stella and Kelly were an adorable little couple. Cruz was with Chloe, hell even half of intelligence was coupled up. Herrman stopped in front of you and raised an eyebrow “Bekker you good darlin?” you waved a hand around “Who let cupid in here?” he chuckled “Need a drink?” “Something strong” he nodded “Coming right up”

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You probably shouldn’t have drank three of them after the first one made you cough on the initial taste but it wasn’t that bad. After three you didn’t care that the place was crawling with couples and you were alone. Or well you didn’t care until Connor came walking in. You groaned and stood with intentions to walk out but you stumbled when you went to walk past him and his hands shot out to steady you “Woah there beautiful, where ya going?”

You pushed his hands off of you and tried not to let your heart ache at how his face fell “I’m going home where I don’t have to look at your stupid handsome face Connor” a grin slipped onto his face “Stupid handsome?” you rolled your eyes “Goodnight Dr Rhodes” and pushed out of the door but he was right on your heels “You’re drunk” he accused and you spun around “Am not. I am a little tipsy yeah, not drunk”

“You’re not driving home” you grinned “Well bully for you. I got a cab here, I can get one home” he shook his head “My car’s here. Let me drive you” you shook your head and he smirked “You can sit in the backseat so you don’t have to look at my face” you sighed “I like looking at your face. That’s the problem”

“What?” he asked, taking a step towards you but you took a step back “Connor please. I have felt like dirt since moving here but I love it here so I don’t want to leave” he nodded “Sweetheart why do you feel like dirt?” you waved a hand towards him “The moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted you. It’s only gotten worse getting to know you. You’re gorgeous yeah and an amazing doctor but more than that you’re honestly just a good man and that is so fucking attractive. You care about people, you have a good sense of humor. You’re a sweetheart and I want you so damn bad and that makes me dirt” you shrugged and noticed he had a grin plastered on his face.

“What are you smiling at?” you asked and he shrugged “You want me? You think I’m a good man?” you nodded “I don’t think it Connor, you are a good man and so damn gorgeous” he took a step towards you, effectively putting your back against the wall “I have wanted you since I laid eyes on you too. You are a beautiful woman and an amazing paramedic and just all around everything I’ve ever wanted” he whispered, hands moving to your hips and for just a second you let him until you thought of your sister “What about Ava?”

A look of confusion slipped onto his face “Ava?” you pushed your hands against his chest “My sister, your girlfriend?”  he started laughing then pressed a kiss to your lips. Your knees weakened under you at the feeling of his lips against yours, the way his fingertips dug into your hips and just how it felt after wanting him for this long to be in his arms.

When reality hit you snatched away “You bastard. You’re not cheating on her with me!” he grinned “Baby, Ava isn’t my girlfriend. She never has been. We’re just friends. I’ve only ever had eyes for one Bekker and that’s only been since you got to town” you cut your eyes up at him “Really?” he nodded “I can drive you home right now and she’ll tell you the same” you nodded with a smile “You can drive me home after you kiss me like that again then tomorrow you can take me out for dinner” he grinned “Yes ma’am” and leaned down to crash his lips against yours.