#except for when getting down to business who is he kissing or like a dream starts playing…then jem is on top 4ever

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: Another Fern fic at last, requested by a kofi member ^^

Shrinking down to Fern’s side seemed almost fun at first. Getting to save money on food expenses and cuddling with your boyfriend while being the little spoon was great!

It only occurred to you a few hours after becoming a tiny human that you still had to do everything your big self had done before.

Except now you were the size of a pencil.

“Ahh, I still have to write out a report, make my lunches for this week, call my mom, do the laundry-“

Fern watched you panic from his usual spot on your bed, his head propped up by his hands. While you were struggling, he was relaxed and content to have his mate smaller than him for once.

“Calm down, princess. Don’t forget you have me to help. I’ve been this size my whole life, doing your chores can’t be that hard.”

Fern was terribly wrong.

Attempting to type out a detailed report by jumping key to key was exhausting, and after he messed up several times you had to do it alone. It left you too tired to do anything else.

“This would usually only take me 30 minutes, how much time has passed?”

“… three hours.”

You groaned, burying your face into his shoulder as he played with your hair. “How do you do it, Fern? You always seem so happy go lucky, but being small can’t be easy on you.”

He smiled, looking down at you fondly. “It’s not easy, but when you’re around it’s hard to be exhausted or angry.”

This made your heart flutter, and you let him guide you to the laundry room.

“My vines aren’t agile enough to help you type, but they can throw laundry into the washer and take them out no problem.”

He used his magic, vines creeping in through your window. They clumsily tossed clothes into the washer, and Fern flew you up so you could select the proper settings.

“Now I need to call my mom and make some lunches… how long will I be like this?”

Fern was too busy soaking in the feeling of you in his arms as he flew towards the fridge to really listen, so it took him a moment to process what you had said.

“… a few hours, maybe a day or two perhaps.”

‘Hopefully longer…’ Fern though, even though he felt guilty for it. Who could blame him? His lover was finally the same size as him, who wouldn’t want this to last forever?

The two of you laughed, both covered in food after struggling to finish packing your final lunch.

“Come, dear. Let’s get cleaned up.”

You sat in the small tub, feeling Fern’s cock twitch as he held you against him. He didn’t acknowledge his erection, a soft pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

“There’s mustard in your hair too, love.”

You pouted at him, feeling Fern’s fingers scrub the mess from your hair. You were glad you had bought such a large tub for fern to use for bathing, it had enough room for the two of you to sit comfortably without being squished.

Again, his erection rubbed against you, a soft hiss slipping from his lips as he clutched your hips. It was clear he wanted you, but was holding back.

“Fern…”

He whimpered when you reached back to stroke his cock, nearly cumming on the spot.

“Mmph! That’s… ahh…”

His hips bucked, a moan leaving his parted lips as he let out a needy whine. Now that you were small, he could truly have you…

Before you knew it you pulled into his lap, straddling him as his cock nudged at your fat pussy. God, he had dreamed of this day…

Getting to watch his cock stretch you out was heaven to Fern. You struggled with his size for a moment, your pussy clenching around him as he rubbed at your clit.

Unbeknownst to you, he had been looking over your shoulder at the smut you read at night, and had learned a thing or two.

As he bounced you on his lap at a steady rhythm, he pulled you in for a kiss, his slipping to the small of your back. You tasted sweet, like the chocolates the two of you ate earlier. He wanted more, so much more…

Cumming deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his seed felt… amazing. Fulfilling. It had to be the best thing to ever happen to him.

You were so beautiful, so warm and tight, he just couldn’t help but spurt thick ropes of hot cum into you, painting your walls and praying that this got you pregnant.

After that, he carefully washed the both of you up, occasionally using his fingers to pump his cum back into you when it started to drip out.

You returned to your full size the next day, but Fern was just happy with the memory of his cock stretching you out…

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[rauferes]

There's never a bad version of "Emmrich feels conflicted about jacking off to Rook" (delicious, keep it up guys) but can I just say my favorite version of this is taking it to its natural conclusion.

Emmrich, a gentleman, refuses to continue after the first time or two his base impulses get the best of him.

But the problem, see, is that his little... fascination... with Rook does not improve with time. Eventually, Rook is the only thing he can think about.

So he stops touching himself entirely.

Unfortunately for Emmrich, killing gods takes rather a lot longer than one would hope. The first couple weeks are fine, of course. Perhaps even the first month. Emmrich is a man who knows how to handle himself. But the days wear on, and Emmrich only grows more and more reactive, more desperate. He flusters easily; he very quietly gets riled up, with nothing to betray him but a faint blush and the frozen, mortified expression of a Victorian gentleman with considerably more honor than good sense.

This isn't the first time this has happened to him, but it dawns on him slowly that the last two crushes he strangled in this fashion were on academics. His contact with Rook is in admittedly more... vigorous contexts. There's rather a lot of delicious muscle being flexed, incredible feats of athleticism, flushing cheeks and fine sheens of sweat, and as much as he might try not to notice it... rather a lot more bouncing than is strictly speaking comfortable.

It's not improved by the fact that Rook is an opportunist: if there is a quip to be made, or an appalling pun, they'll do it. Flirting, by Emmrich's assessment, is no different for them. They aren't really interested, of COURSE not-- but try telling his leaping heart (and, ahem--) that.

There are some days he very much wishes to strangle his unruly anatomy-- except, at this juncture, it would undoubtedly be taken as encouragement.

If waking hours weren't already enough of a torment, this is when he becomes haunted by The Dreams. Rook bent over his desk, moaning. Rook pulling him into an alleyway and pressing him against the wall, eager with their kisses. Rook's hand impatiently undoing his sash. Rook's grin. Rook's hot, clever mouth--

Emmrich wakes up breathless, grinding down on his bed, and he can't stop. He tips over the edge almost immediately.

It should come as a relief. It doesn't. Things only get worse.

(When Rook finally has their impulsive way with him-- when they are busy kissing and pawing each other like teenagers and Rook's hand slips down and Emmrich breathlessly says, "Perhaps we should slow down?" and Rook tilts their head to the side, considers for a fraction of a second, and says, "Nah."-- the first sound Emmrich makes is a loud groan of pure relief.)

[thetrasha]

One Piece: Kaleidoscope Kisses

feat. ZORO, USOPP, SHANKS, BUGGY, MIHAWK

ZORO

Mood: FAMILIAR

Type: KISS ON THE LIPS

Zoro is a man who keeps most matters private. People don’t need to be all up in his business; he can decide for himself, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. He isn’t used to truly committed relationships since he’s intensely concentrated on becoming the world’s greatest swordsman – that’s his dream and he does everything in his power to chase that title. Naturally, since his training is so taxing and all-encompassing, he hasn’t had the time to focus on what he wants. He knows the in and outs of serious relationships solely due to social conditioning, but hasn’t reached past the age-old traditions yet. Zoro would never be embarrassed of you, anyone associated with him is a great source of pride for him – you’re certainly not an exception. He’s proud to call himself your partner. Still, he’s rather reserved. The Zoro you know to be intimate and open is a thing between you two. Deeply private, thoroughly perceptive and confident in his abilities – that is the Zoro you know.

A kiss on the lips shared between lovers – what a classic! He finds great comfort in emulating what generations of people have done long before you two were born. If their love has been persistent enough for him to worship its sacred nature, then he wishes that your relationship, by sealing every promise muttered to you in-between kisses with love, will, too, be remembered by generations to come.

USOPP

Mood: SHEEPISH

Type: KISS ON THE CHEEK

Usopp doesn’t mind showing that you and him belong to one another, in fact, he prefers it. It makes it so real and… palpable. Whenever others acknowledge that you and him are a couple, he puffs out his chest; it doesn’t make him feel small at all, if anything, it’s quite the opposite. You like him because of who he already is, not who he projects to be. You are interested in what he will be, instead of who he could be. That makes him feel very secure in your shared connection. Usopp just cannot help but blush whenever you kiss him – his skin is scorching hot all of the sudden and laughs weakly, absolutely smitten. He finds it hard to reciprocate, but doesn’t ever want to think that he doesn’t want your daily confirmations of your love for him, so he started kissing your cheek whenever you’re near.

It’s gentle, sweet and fleeting. He never lingers and often just does it to surprise you, to see a firework dancing in your eyes. It quickly turns playful and the adoration burning in his soul softly dimmers down into domestic bliss, grateful to have found you. He’s happy to express himself in ways that make him feel powerful, after all… you belong to him, just like how he belongs to you.

SHANKS

Mood: SENSUAL

Type: FRENCH KISS

Shanks has developed some unhealthy habits throughout the years… and they run deep. Incredibly, his drinking isn’t the main problem; no, instead, he has acquired the nasty habit to push the people he loves the most away from him. Shanks is someone who firmly believes that he has to shoulder the pain of the world, that he alone can help the helpless and the weak by internalising every bit of evil and piling it onto his peace-loving personality. He is by no means a bad man, but behind the image of the strongest, the most reckless, perhaps the happiest pirate on the planet lies a flower bed of missed opportunities and mistakes. Sometimes, he tries to pull his little stunt with you, trying to cope with a sudden bursts of regret due to melancholy. The only thing that helps is a firm kiss that you are his endgame.

And then, the Shanks who regrets mostly everything joins the Shanks who doesn’t regret anything – both are him, he is early sunshine and he is midnight… all by himself. And just like the tides of time, he consumes you whole. You get dizzy when this rare mood strikes him, because he is all-engulfing, and he wants to remind himself, every time, without fail, that pushing you away wouldn’t do anything but break him further.

Shanks, someone who appears to be larger than life, loves you for reminding him that he is only human after all.

BUGGY

Mood: VULNERABLE

Type: KISS ON THE NOSE

A man like him couldn’t ever be loved, he takes that assumption his self-loathing made up just for him as fact. Less so, now that he actually has a partner who loves him, but he cannot help but look in the mirror after a particularly difficult day. He’s taken his make-up off, his stubble is slowly growing into a beard, and the hair he cares for has become greasy from sweat and grime. When Buggy was a mere boy, you were someone he could only dream of being with; your kind and his kind usually don’t mingle. Meanwhile… he finds it hard to believe that you dreamt of someone like him when you were still little. Someone like him? Really? What… is there to love? Aside from being a liar on a grand scale, Buggy has accomplished nothing that would justify your interest. You were… everything. And he was nothing.

You see the change in his eyes and demeanour as soon as he leaves the bathroom again. He looks… so sad. Frighteningly sad. It breaks your heart to see him like that, but he’s slowly getting better at dealing with his own insecurities, bit by bit. It may never go away completely, but you want to make him see just how little you care for his everything, for he is your everything. A chaste kiss on his swollen nose stops him in his tracks, and genuine wonder replaces the sorrow in his gaze. And then, for the rest of time, you tell him you are proud to call him yours.

MIHAWK

Mood: INTIMATE

Type: KISS ON THE BACK OF THE HAND

Mihawk is accomplished, classy and has an acquired taste for the unconventional. A hardened life, marked by rigorous training, thrilling adventure and an unprecedented amount of power, makes quite lonely by nature. Solitude hasn’t evaded him just because he’s the best – quite the opposite, actually. It went after him directly, because he never noticed his own strength and the strange persona he managed to craft didn't help him in the realisation department. He's come to one conclusion, though… you don’t just believe that you’re the best all of the sudden, you notice it as soon as adversaries cannot keep up with your progress anymore. A lone wolf by nature, Mihawk’s immense pride couldn’t let him believe that it might become a problem. He’d rather feel thousands of years worth of pain than to admit defeat once.

You… always managed to disarm him, though. You aren’t as good as him, you’ll never be – both of you know that. Doesn’t mean that you aren’t allowed to try. Whenever you engage in the dance of battle with him, he can’t help but notice deadly amounts of admiration for you. Distractions like these are what get people killed out there.

He swiftly cuts you down with the back of his sword, handle digging into the back of your shoulder. He applied enough pressure to dominate the fight, but not enough to hurt you once. Dryly, he commented that he won. 281:0.

The two… he affectionately calls them “nit-wits” he housed and mentored watched in amusement, because they didn’t know who you were, but they certainly almost doubled over when Lord Dracule Mihawk helped you up before kneeling down and lowering his head, kissing your hand like it was normal.

[onceinablueberrymoon]

sleepy mornings | squid game x gn!reader

shorts that are pure fluff :)

characters: hwang jun-ho, seong gi-hun (pre-games and post-season 1), lee myung-gi (333), park gyeong-seok (246), hwang in-ho (pre-games and as frontman)

warnings: pregnancy (only for in-ho (pre-games)); gn!reader; second person POV

borders by @enchanthings-a!

edit: not sure why some sentences got cut off on mobile. but hopefully they work now!

alice in borderland version

hwang jun-ho: 

you wake up first and turn to find him still sleeping next to you. you admire his sleeping face, so relaxed and at peace. 

he’s been so busy lately with all that’s been going on, you thought. he deserves a restful sleep. 

the stress of searching for his brother has really gotten to him. while you tried your best to be supportive, you could tell he was growing more desperate by the day. 

you move closer to him, burying yourself in his side. his warmth lulls you back to sleep. 

soon after, he wakes up to you at his side, and he smiles softly.

he's so glad he has you as a partner, someone who is always in his corner.

when he lived alone, he dreaded returning to his lonely apartment. but now, he looked forward to going home, knowing you’re there to welcome him.

he wraps an arm around you and places a kiss on your forehead before drifting back to sleep.

seong gi-hun (pre-games): 

he’s passed out next to you after yet another night of drinking. 

you sit up groggily, your head spinning. you reach for the glass of water on your bedside table and chug it. 

once you’re done, you look back down at him. he’s still asleep, a blissful expression on his face. 

he must be having a good dream, you thought. 

you lay back down next to him and cuddle into his side. he doesn't react, but that's okay.

with his loans coming due soon, you're glad that he has some reprieve from the never-ending stress of debt collectors and loan sharks.

as much as you tried to help, it wasn't nearly enough to cover what he owed.

your parents always wondered why you chose to be with someone who was so careless with money. there was just something about him — his smile, his laugh, the way he always seemed to cheer you up when you were down. you believed that, at his core, he was a good person. and that’s why you stayed by his side.

glancing at his sleeping face once more, you smile softly before pain pulses through your head once more.

you try to get some more shut-eye, hoping that when you wake up, your headache will have disappeared. 

seong gi-hun (post-season 1): 

the birds are chirping, it’s dawn. 

yet still, he’s unable to sleep, his thoughts plagued by all the possibilities the future holds. the salesman is out there, somewhere. he knows it. 

he looks at you, sprawled out on the bed next to him. you look so peaceful, sleeping without a care in the world. 

he doesn’t want you to get hurt, maybe he should have never involved you in this whole mess. but at the same time, you’ve been his rock, his reason to keep going. he wouldn’t have made it this far without you. 

he slinks back down onto the mattress, covering himself with the sheets. you would probably scold him if you found out he didn’t get any sleep again. 

he wraps an arm around you, and pulls you to his chest. you stir, but quickly make yourself comfortable. he rests his head on yours, and closes his eyes before trying to get some rest, even if it’s just a little. 

he falls asleep, lulled by the beating of your heart.

lee myung-gi (333): 

he lives by the mantra, the early bird gets the worm. and this early bird definitely wakes up early. 

he wakes up like clockwork, reaching over for his phone to check his daily stocks. today was no exception. 

you opened your eyes to him sitting up, scrolling through his crypto apps. a sigh escapes your lips. 

“can you just put it down for one morning?” you ask gently, putting a hand over his phone and pushing it down slightly to get his attention. 

he tries to shake you off, but you’re persistent. 

“please? for me?” you give your best puppy dog eyes. 

he sighs, but gives in. 

you cheer, and take his phone and put it on your side of the bed. 

he lies back down and you wrap your arm around his stomach. he kisses the top of your head. 

it’s not long before the two of you fall back asleep.

park gyeong-seok (246):

it's one of those rare mornings when you can sleep in.

na-yeon is at her grandparents's house, so it's just the two of you.

you wake up naturally, having not set an alarm. he's spooning you, his arms caging you in close to his chest.

his warmth surrounds you, and you've never felt so safe and loved.

you place a gentle kiss on one of his arms, but he doesn’t stir. you don’t push — he needs his rest, after all. instead, you snuggle further back into his chest.

you close your eyes, your thoughts drifting to gyeong-seok. how had you gotten so lucky to end up with a guy like him? 

he was such a devoted father, but he always made time for you, which you appreciated. you, in turn, made time for na-yeon as well, always keeping an eye out for her while her father is working.

even with your help now, being a father is still a tiring job. while he would do anything for nayeon and you, you tried to make sure he was practicing self-care as well. 

you didn't want to wake him and you weren't ready to leave your cozy cocoon either.

you allowed yourself to be lulled back to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat.

hwang in-ho (pre-games): 

he woke up earlier than his alarm, which was unusual. he looked over to see you sleeping peacefully next to him. he could've mistaken you for an angel.

a soft smile graced his lips. how could he have gotten so lucky?

he shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arm around your belly. 

you were just starting to show, your bump small enough to be hidden under sweaters. 

he still couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father. the thought made him giddy with joy. and the fact that you were carrying his child made him over the moon. 

he rested his hand on your bump, not wanting to wake you by accident. after all, you needed your energy for the baby. he was just happy to be part of the experience. 

he pressed himself closer to you and allowed himself to fall back asleep, imagining the exciting possibilities the future held for his family.

hwang in-ho (as frontman): 

he was still sleeping when you woke up. that was unusual.

he liked to start his day earlier so he could complete all the necessary arrangements for the games.

maybe he just forgot? you wondered. that didn’t seem like him. he was usually methodical, planning everything down to the minute. 

you reached out to wrap an arm around him when he stirred awake. he blinked slowly, a soft smile forming when he saw you. 

“you’re usually awake by now,” you noted. 

he reached a hand out to brush your cheek. “i wanted to spend the morning with you,” he murmured. 

you let out a small laugh, reaching over to kiss him on the cheek. 

“thank you.”

[aeristudios]

2099: A Seventeen Series

50 years ago, the milky way as we know it was destroyed, leaving the remaining human population to find find shelter in another galaxy—deemed The Shattered Nebula. Now it's 2099, and with civilization spawning across several planets, we will follow the lives of the thirteen souls of Seventeen as they carve their paths through love, danger, destiny, and the beyond...

Genres: fluff, angst, smut, sci-fi au, dystopian au

General warnings include heavy topics, depictions of violence and murder, talks of murder, uprisings/rebellions, morally grey characters, recreational drinking, use of guns, etc. Each story will be explicitly tagged and will be 18+ ONLY.

If you would like to sign up to be tagged for each story when it's released, you can sign up here.

✦ Thank you @hobeemin for the banner and dividers ✦

See You, Space Cowboy

✦ ⋆ ࣪. With a bounty on your head, you are determined to get your revenge at all costs… even if it means losing the man that you love.

pt. 1 pt. 2 visual concept 1 visual concept 2 playlist

Girl With The Spider Tattoo

✦ ⋆ ࣪. Jeonghan doesn’t do feelings. He runs his business, takes care of his sister, and lives his life attachment-free. He was okay with that until you showed up, too perfect and careful lies. But despite that, he wants you anyway.

coming soon

Like Wildfire

✦ ⋆ ࣪. She was someone soft from his past, a dreamer who longed to be with the stars—someone who had no business surviving in the bloodstained world Soonyoung lives in. She disappeared during an uprising, and he assumed she was dead. Now, years later, he finds her with the rebels, with eyes like wildfire, ready for revenge.

coming soon

 Lucid Dreams

✦ ⋆ ࣪. After a near-death experience, Investigator Jun starts seeing you in his dreams, someone he doesn’t know but feels deeply connected to. When he tracks you down in real life, you claim never to have met. But each night, the lucid dreams grow stronger… and your reactions start to change.

coming soon

The Fixer

✦ ⋆ ࣪. Chan is a fixer—always ready to please, trained to obey… except for when it comes to you.

Sleeping With The Enemy 

✦ ⋆ ࣪. You're the daughter of a rebel general, forced to marry the crowned prince Joshua to unite the warring factions. You hate each other and it's no secret. But an attempt on your life forces you to share chambers with him, and you aren't so sure you hate him anymore.

coming soon

What Lies Within

✦ ⋆ ࣪. You’re hired to investigate a string of murders tied to relics once held in the now-destroyed Oracle Vault. Minghao, a famous ancient artifact curator, agrees to help you, but only if he gets to keep the relics. The deeper you go, the more disturbing the truths become, and you find yourselves fighting for your lives— and running into each other’s arms.

coming soon

Save Me

✦ ⋆ ࣪. You're a prisoner from Mechara for a crime you did not commit, locked in a floating penitentiary. Injured during a riot, you’re taken to the infirmary, where Seokmin, the resident medic, treats you under strict surveillance. He’s gentle, careful, too kind for this place. And as much as you don’t want to, you start to trust him.

coming soon

T.K.O

✦ ⋆ ࣪. Seungkwan is a smooth-talking promoter who runs underground fights. Everything was going fine until you entered the ring and knocked him off his feet.

coming soon

Cordis

✦ ⋆ ࣪. You’re the sole survivor of an explosion from a chemical lab in Zoie City. Jihoon rescues you, bringing you to his station. He monitors your vitals daily as you recover, watching your heartbeat stabilize in sync with his own. He insists it’s clinical. But he’s lying

coming soon

Erased

✦ ⋆ ࣪. You sell memories on the black market—sliced, edited, and projected. Vernon is your most loyal client, always buying memories that don’t belong to him. One night, he brings you a memory chip he found—a forbidden one—and asks you to watch it with him. It’s a memory of the two of you: laughing, kissing, saying goodbye. You don’t remember it. But he does. And someone out there wants that memory erased—for good.

coming soon

Need You

✦ ⋆ ࣪. You overheard something you shouldn’t have, and you’ve been on the run ever since. Almost at the end of your rope, you turn to the one person you know would drop anything to save you—even though you still hate him for breaking your heart.

coming soon

Peaches

✦ ⋆ ࣪. Seungcheol is at the top of the world as the head of The Organization. He’s respected, feared, and if you are an enemy? Run. But once a month, he returns to his serene hometown to visit his mother… and buy peaches from the girl who doesn’t flinch when she looks him in the eye.

coming soon

[miaoua3]

hey!! popping in to say stay the morning was just 🧎‍♀️perfect. cld i request for some boyfriend ceo cheol hcs? <3 cant get enough of that trope omg.

LOVE UR WORK SM BAE

heya! thank you so much for the nice words! and sure i can, it would be my pleasure🫶

CEO! Seungcheol Boyfriend Headcanons:

• (sfw headcanons)

met you at some fancy dinner that you were accompanying your friend to, literally saw you across the room and couldn’t look away, literally stopped listening to whoever it was that he was talking to, said a brief “excuse me” before he immediately approached you to ask you for your name, the rest is history❤️

boyfriend or a sugar daddy? well- both actually. he literally gets mad if you even dare to think about paying for something with your own money, his black card has its first and foremost place in your wallet so you better be using it

although he indulges in buying you expensive and extravagant presents, cheol is actually all about small actions of affection. randomly ordering you food while you are at work, sending you flowers, tying your shoes when they come undone, holding your hand while you walk down the stairs in heels to make sure you don’t fall-he does it all and does it without even having to think twice about it, that’s how much he loves and adores you

has his kitchen filled to the brim with all the sweets and treats that you absolutely love, you definitely will put on a bit of a healthy relationship weight when you start dating him

never lets you drive to his place, always either picks you up himself or has his driver pick you up, not because he thinks you can’t but because he’d rather not risk it and just because he thinks it isn’t necessary, his princess shouldn’t be doing anything except look pretty and give him tons of kisses❤️

definitely books and pays for all the activities you have always wanted to try like your dream concerts, sky diving (if you are into dying like that lol💀) etc- just anything to make his girl happy

didn’t even ask you to move in officially, he just hung an extra key to your keychains, started insisting that you stay the night (every night actually) and eventually…your place was empty and his place was filled with your things and that made him so so happy❤️

behind the cold and moody persona he puts up as a cover is the clingiest, babiest boyfie seungcheolie ever :(( will text you all the time, asking when you will be back so you can cuddle him, “its been so long since you cuddled him last :(“ (its been 3 hours….)

is absolutely miserable when he has to go away for some business trips, literally counts the days until he comes back home to you❤️

• (nsfw! headcanons)

definitely provider both in and outside the bedroom, he will always put your pleasure first, refuses for his bedroom life to be just something quick and simple, will always spend hours just making love to you until he knows that you are 100% satisfied

LOVES spending his money on lingerie and expensive jewellery for you to wear in bed, he thinks there’s nothing hotter than you clad in red lacy lingerie and with rubies hanging from your ears and neck, he finds it so hot that HE was the one to buy all of that and finds it even hotter that HE is the only one who has the privilege to take it all off (read: rip it all off)

possessive as fuck, is always asking you “who is my good girl?, on nights where he is jealous and feeling pissed might even let the words “who do you belong to?” slip out, but like not in a misogynistic and egotistical way, but more so in a “i can’t live without you in my life so i need you to remind me that you will want to be with me forever :(“ way

doesn’t want to risk it with shower sex because you almost slipped and fell one time and gave him a mini heart attack, bathtub sex however? lets just say he always has to clean up the water that has splashed outside the bathtub while you rode him to the point he saw heaven

not really into bondage but loves to restrict your movement with his hands alone, gets him off knowing he’s strong enough to manhandle you in ways he desires

loves your ass more than anything else in the world, his favourite position is 100% doggy or fucking you in front of a mirror with your back turned towards him so he can see both your face and your ass

big on leaving hickeys all over your body, he just wants to mark what is his so everyone can know to back. the fuck. off. of his girl (loves it when you do it to him too, he just wants the whole world to know that you two are each other’s person, even if it’s because of the hickeys littered all over his collarbones

low-key into voyeurism, likes the danger of being discovered (and getting into a scandal apparently smh bro doesn’t care about his public image he’s just thinking with his dick)

i said it once and i will say it again- my man has a praise kink and that’s the end of it, he just loves reassuring you and praising you how good you are doing and how good of a girl you are being for him, would never call you the b-word, you are his princess, his baby, not…that word :(( (well unless you insist to-)

thats all i got for now😭 hope that you like it! love you mwah💋

[luna0713hunter]

If it’s okay, can I request “passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall” and “being caught kissing” with zoro?

Author's note : i answered three asks in one cause they were kinda similar!!hope you all enjoy it darlings!

"passionate kissing,pressed up against a wall"

"being caught kissing"

"neck kissing"

"first kiss"

Based on this prompt

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Warnings : kinda suggestive,nothing major!!!just heated kissing,just you guys being in love and Zoro finally making a move,reader is said to wear a dress

*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘

You visibly gape as you stare up at rows after rows of breathtaking dresses. Never,not even once in your whole life,had you seen so many gorgeous clothes all in one place.

And having a chance to try them on?!

You were living your dream!!!

So as soon as Nami was satisfied with her choice and left the room,you took her place;taking dress after dress with you behind the curtains to try them on.

But there was a small,tiny bit of a problem.

"you're going with that color?"

Zoro Roronoa who apparently,had nothing better to do except watching you try each dress on. And leaving unnecessary comments.

"why?"

"it doesnt go well with your skin color."

Just like that one.

You huff and stick your tongue at him.

"you dont get to give fashion advice when you're sitting there in a bathrobe!"

Zoro merely shrugs and goes back to drinking again.

You go back to try more dresses on,each one looking more stunning on your figure.

As you emerge from behind the screen,in a dress in your favorite color and feel awfully attractive, You spin around and look at yourself happily in the mirror while trying to fix your hair with your fingers. You're so busy trying to make your dress sit better around your curves,that you fail to notice someone moving behind you until you step back and bump into someone's chest.

Someone's steady,hard and toned chest.

You raise your eyes and look at the mirror and meet Zoro's,and let out a nervous chuckle.

"uh...am i in your way?"

"no," Zoro's face is awfully close to your ear as he talks;his voice making a shiver run down your spine, "I'm actually enjoying the view."

You gape again for the second time in the past hour,as your cheeks start to color and your skin heats.

Was Zoro actually flirting with you?!

"uh-ah,thanks?"

You watch as Zoro closes to you,until his chest is pressed flushed against your back and his hands rest on your hips. He smiles to you from the mirror and you hate that he looks so god damn stunning in those suits.

"Zoro?" You whisper when he leans down and presses his lips to your shoulder, then up to your neck

"you're driving me crazy with that dress."

And you let out an embarrassing squeak when he turns you around and pushes you up against the wall next to the mirror and rests one hand on your hip, as the other fists on the wall next to your head.

"sorry?!"

"are you though?"

Your eyes travel down to his lips,and unconsciously you wet your own. Not knowing how Zoro's eyes follow your every move with hungry eyes.

"and if I'm not?"

Zoro doesnt bother with answers;always a man of action than words,as he presses his lips firmly against yours.

You have no idea where this hunger is coming from,but you're not complaining. You return his feverish kiss with your own as you chase his lips whenever he pulls away;your arms wrapping around his shoulder to pull him closer. You feel like tonight,all your dreams might come true. Since you already achieved half of them.

Your very fucking first kiss with the man you had the biggest crush on since the moment you laid your eyes on him and became his crew mate happening just when you're in the most gorgeous dress in the whole world.

Zoro doesnt let you pull away,not even for a second. And apparently he's making it his life goal to kill you young right on the spot.

The two of you are so caught in your own world that you dont hear the door to the closet opening and someone walking in. At least not until you hear a loud gasp and a louder "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?"

You jump and pull away like he's burned you (he might as well with how hot your skin feels) and try hard to not scream when you see how Nami and Usopp are grinning at you two knowingly.

"guys!we were just-"

"i dont even wanna hear it," Nami stops you with a hand, "just came down here to tell you guys dinner is ready."

"and if you want a spare room, I'll ask Kaya to give you one!"

"not helping Usopp!"

You let out a loud groan and hide your face in your hands. Zoro rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around you so you could hide your face in his chest.

"ok,you two,get lost."

"yeah sure,lover boy."

And then they left,but not before Usopp letting out an embarrassing whistle and an unmanly giggle.

"so," when Zoro breaks the silence,you raise your head to meet his eyes, "do you wanna take Ussop up on that offer?"

And when you hit his chest and laugh, with your cheeks flushed but your heart full, you pull him toward the dinning room to finally eat.

But maybe...you could talk to Kaya in private later.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Crinkled Polaroids

Ex-boyfriend!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Hi my lovelies, Lia here and I'd just like to say that this took so long and so much effort, I really poured my heart out on this one and I hope it goes well. Recently my biggest heartbreaks are the "What ifs", what if you two worked it out? Would things be different? Would Simon have the life you've dreamed for the both of you and the one he's been deprived of?

You might be asking me "Lia, what's up with all the angsty content recently, aren't you a fluff dedicated blog?" Well I feel ill, I just got off an extremely busy week and most of my drafts have been never ending angst because I lost ideas of a domestic fam with Simon but I still need to get something out for you guys okay? A random bedtime scenario written down at 3am and for the rest of my midnights during a photoshoot and exam week, what could go wrong?

I'm still waiting on what my beloved @connorsui's review has to say 👀

Disclaimers/Warnings: This is not proofread, also ANGST.

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thesnowurzikdjinn @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000

A relationship with Simon Riley going south, at first it started great as most relationships do with several minor bumps due to his past but no big deal right?

But Simon distances himself, more than what's healthy and yes, you do give him his space but there's only little time until closing and distancing off for a while could turn into something like neglect.

Little things like "I love you"s, "thank you"s and every verbal affirmation that you used to think you could cling onto was now non-existent, it hurts but isn't as hurtful when he refuses to touch you.

Back hugs you give would only give you a cold shrug in return, kisses you left were on cold chapped lips that remain still. At this point, you were better off loving someone dead.. then again, aren't you already doing so?

The life you've imagined for the both of you cease to fade in your head as the true reality of the man you love sets in, that dumb idea your younger self who had rose tinted glasses had to actually settle down with someone in such a short period of time of a few years.

You felt so unappreciated, it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him to see you. You felt cheated of the relationship you were supposed to have with him when you see others with the one you love and how he acts around everyone except you. You felt like nothing but a chore to him, an occasional fuck who cleans his home.

Then again, this is a broken man, you felt entitled to ask such a thing of him when he himself is also just healing from what his past had caused.

In Simon's eyes, he was doing you a favor, fucked up in his part thinking hurting you is the best way to save you from himself. It worked, that's what he wanted.. right?

So you leave, it was best for the both of you anyway right? Simon deserves someone who could actually make him happy and you deserve to feel loved in a relationship. Simon's life was a mess, truly, but he didn't realize how much more of a mess it was without you.

Coming home to an empty shell of a house, nothing to look forward to. He found himself almost on the brink of insanity, moving things all over his own home as if you were still there.

Always finding himself staring at that one wornout and creased polaroid of you and him, you were a silly one huh? A hobby of yours that left so much proof of your existence.

Begging him to be in a picture, bribing him with a kiss. Slightly smudged and distorted but still legible pen ink at the back as he flips the flimsy piece of thick, shiny paper.

Keep him safe for me, Ghost.

- Your favorite girl <3

You always thought of him as Simon and Ghost as just an alter ego, a mask that he needs to wear in order to stomach the violence that comes with his occupation.

You were the only one who can differentiate these two people. Tears started to form in his eyes but he blinks it away and shoves the polaroid back in his wallet.

He only started noticing changes when Johnny points out that he's become stone cold, a lot more silent, though he was known to be a ghost.. a shadow.. it wasn't like him to not even try to light up his mood with his dark jokes.

Everytime Simon thinks he gets over the pain, there's always one thing in that stupid house that reminded him of you. You weren't there but it sure felt like that you haunted every corner of the house and his mind.

Whether that'd be something you gifted him or an item of yours left behind, especially when the two of you shared moments with those items, oftentimes Simon tries to relive those, preserve his fading memory of your face.

This is what happens when the decisions you make have consequences on the one that your world revolves around.

A few years down this lane, nothing has changed for Simon, at some part of this never ending low point in his life he was under substance abuse.. alcohol to be specific, since to him it was easier. In concern of his captain, he did get help for it to which had progress.

Ghost kept it together, "today was a day to celebrate Gaz" he thought, blowing out the nicotinic smoke and flicking the ash off his cigarette after.. he knew Ghost's thing was more of a "let's drink and play pool in a pub" rather than a sit-down dinner kind of guy but Kyle insisted.

He thought about how awkward it was, although Ghost felt like he knew Kyle's family just from the lovesick fool himself who would never shut up, always finding a way to talk about his wife and their two kids.

After another puff, he throws the cigarette butt on the pavement and grinds the sole of his shoe over it, the soft hiss for the cigarette evoking, proving it was put out.

Simon walked a few blocks till stopping at the Sergeant's described location, his footsteps made smooth, satisfying taps on the wood floorboards of the porch and he knocks.

Price took liberty of being the one to open the door for Simon because the family was busy, Simon walked through the front door with ease, seeing Johnny somewhat interacting with a kid.

He was welcomed by the a cozy looking space, it was homey and clearly occupied, the shoes lined up on the shoe rack next to the door from the largest pair to the tiniest which was such a far contrast from his empty gloomy apartment.

The kid caught glimpse of Simon, they run up to him and take his hand to guide him into the living room as of to welcome him before bringing back their attention to Johnny and somewhat messing with his stubby mohawk.

The lieutenant observed his surroundings, the little toys and picture frames hung around the house, for a moment his heart drops to his stomach, he blinks thinking he must've been imagining things. Simon walked closer to it, he wasn't imagining it.. that was you, in a wedding dress, in the photo with Kyle.

You looked glowing.. as if you've never looked better in your life, that heart stopping smile on your face, the flowery bouquet on your hands. The green of stems highlight the precious metal band on your finger. Of all the people, places and time, why here? Why now? Why Kyle..?

For a few seconds, just a few when Simon thought his nerves and gut settled, he heard the sweetest voice that was all he knew.

He forgot what it sounded like, the effect it had on him, all too overwhelming for a man who tried desperately to run away from the consequences of his actions. I guess that saying that once you don't hear someone's voice as frequently, you start to forget what they sound like.

For once, the ringing in his ear is gone. Just your voice, all he needed, he closed his eyes for a few soaking in the fact that you're here. For a moment he forgets to take into account that you weren't his. You and Simon make eye contact, the smile on your face drops as soon as you realize who is in your home.. who your husband invited..

Dinner came around, you tried your best to stomach the food you made, every swallow was a challenge. You spent most of your time staring at the food below you, afraid to even spare a glance at Simon. He was as uneasy as you were, telling the group he had to go to the bathroom as an excuse to explore what you now view as your home. The place you built your family together with your husband.

Simon uses the stealth he was known for to sneak in all the rooms, starting with the closest, the kitchen. The pictures on the fridge were enough to catch his attention, polaroids were something he was all too familiar with. Photos of the kids littered on the cold metal box with magnets others were of you and Kyle.

Everywhere he glances was proof of the life you built, the life you could've had together if he hadn't taken you for granted. Simon returned to the table a few minutes later, you easily notice the sudden drop of his mood to solemn.

Constantly closing his eyes, the lieutenant's head was spinning, taking in the fact that Garrick was able to settle down with you in those few years, the same amount of time you'd been together and you both were never close to achieving what you had now.

The night ended with the mens' satisfied stomachs while you and Kyle play-fight about who gets to do the dishes. As all of them were about to leave, you gathered what little guts you had to at least try to talk to Simon as he's the last one out the door, away from the ears of your husband who's currently doing the dishes because the last thing you'd want is to ruin their friendship.

"Goodbye Si.."

Simon never thought he'd hear that nickname out of your lips ever again, he stopped, his feet felt like they were sinking on the ground. Before he knew it, Simon was back on your porch, squeezing you so tight. You tried to pull away but he only held tighter, head rested on your shoulder.

"One last, lovie.. please.." you sigh, your arms wrapping around him, you tried your best to sooth him as your palm runs up and down his back. You felt the sleeve of your shirt getting damp, Simon didn't cry often, but this was different. It wasn't silent at all like you were used to, he was straight up sobbing.

Simon pulled back slowly, you saw his puffed up and flushed face against his pale skin. You felt bad for Simon however what happened is what happened and you were content where you were no matter how much pain the past brings you.

Simon knows you're happy, he sees it, he cups your cheek with his hand. He was about to lean in and kiss your forehead like he always used to but he stops himself.

He wanted to be selfish, he wanted you again but he can't do that to Kyle and he knows this would only upset you so just like before, with a heavy heart he leaves.

Simon will forever let that sink into his heart, the only one he's ever love will forever be engrained in his mind. You will always be his favorite girl..

[bambisnc]

lie with you [or, how riize comforts you when you're crying bc of a nightmare]

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : implied hurt n subsequent comfort cw/tw : hugging + kisses + food mention + possibly swearing? wc : idk ,,

shotaro ,. ! - im a firm believer of taro heavy sleeper agenda - bro will be out like a log, no fire alarm is waking him up anytime soon D: - but! when you wake up because of the nightmare and end up moving a bit away from him as you process it - he knows. - he just somehow subconsciously knows that there's distance between you and just reaches out for your warmth and traps you in a big hug – all while he's snoring softly (in the CUTEST way ever) - ends up comforting you without even being conscious he's just skilled tm like that yk??

eunseok ,. ! - light sleeper!!!!! his happy burritos and cream pasta dreams stop the literal second he hears the slightest whimper out of you - mentally goes "who tf hurt my darling s/o." - when he finds out it's you crying bc of a nightmare i'm sorry but he might tease you (later ofc, when you've had enough time to heal from it bbg dw) - but rn he offers distractions in the form of bingeing cutesy animes (imagine you watch horimiya's toffee scene w him or any other anime romance cliche and he goes would u like me to do that to you. i'd pass awa y)

sungchan ,. ! - you may have to wake him up depending on how tired he is :/ - but as soon as he finds out, wraps you up in the comfiest + warmest clothes he can find and throws you over his shoulder like a potato sack/holds you in a princess carry -> depends entirely on which you prefer he can do both 💪 - takes you straight to his car (we're js gonna pretend he can drive for the sake of the hc my extensive research i.e. 15 mins on reddit led me nowhere ;-;) it's time for a midnight drive! - puts on you guys' shared playlist and takes you to a grocery store snack run followed by going to an open-ish place so you can watch the stars tgt :(

wonbin ,. ! - i think his waking up abilities are honed purely due to being w you (yk like what if you need him to hug you at like 3 am. and he's too busy passed out (dreaming of you) then what.) - feels you trembling and is lowkey upset that you didn't wake him up when you needed him :( - he gets that you might not want to face him tho, so simply presses his chest against your back and places soft kisses on your neck. probably drops in a couple "'m here for you love" "it'll be okay" "i love you so so much yk that right?" he's versatile w his sweet nothings like that :( <3

seunghan ,. ! - this guy scares me ngl /j - he probably knows you're having a nightmare before you know you're having a nightmare - wakes you up by shaking you gently, comforts you with many many many hugs as you're waking up - kisses your tears away .. (i'm so weak for him) - lays your head down on his lap and lets you vent to him just listening to you, dude's gentle presence alone is enough to calm you down - BUT ALSO. imagining him drawing you a warm bath and you ending up coercing him into wearing cutesy animal face masks w you :(((

sohee ,. ! - guy who must be facing his s/o while sleeping !! gets to know and wakes up immediately when you start crying - clings to you like a koala that's it that's the hc. has his head buried in your neck, hands tied so so tightly around your waist which greatly help to ground you - also probably cracks a couple of really cringey jokes something along the lines of "i'll be your silver knight, my princess" but says it w the softest, sweetest expression and in the sincerest, honey-like tone that you can't help but melting completely :( - when he feels you've calmed down enough prob also initiates a tickle fight sorry i don't make the rules acc to him you need to laugh after a bout of crying okay??

anton ,. ! - guy who must be facing his s/o while sleeping (2) except his ass is not waking up unless you physically shake him awake - you'd probably do that though bc what better way to comfort you from a nightmare than your half-asleep bf's soothing voice? - bro is probably so out of it that he just very eloquently goes "wh huh wha" or something of that sort - when he's coherent enough (not really) he would sort of kind of roll up on top of you forgetting his 6'1 stature - but on the positive side his weight over you is a lot like a really comfy blanket (that can kiss your forehead w the utmost gentleness) - if you ask nicely he'll even sing you a lil lullaby to help you get back to sleep <3

notes : THIS WAS FUN !! ppl who dont know my current bias try guessing based on this 🤭 + [m.list]

[a-hazbin-reader]

https://www.tumblr.com/a-hazbin-reader/743280500155809792/hey-loooove-your-x-readers-is-there-any-chance

Part two? Where the nightmares have been happening so consistently for so long at this point that Alastor literally sits on readers bed with her each night and reads and comforts her? Until one night she’s having a different type of dream 😏 about him. And what type of gentleman would he be to not make a girls dreams come true? 😉 if you catch my drift.

It's been so long now so let me just-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Filthy, Straight up S E X

Description: ☝️⬆️

Somehow, you and Alastor have fallen into a nightly routine that neither of you openly discuss, but both of you understand

Alastor waits for you to go to bed, standing outside your door and following you in without even so much as a teasing look

He just sits on the edge of your bed and makes himself busy while you get ready, being mindful not to peek at you

Except he totally does, he's just good at hiding it

Makes a big show of tucking you in like a child, patting your head and pulling the blankets up to your chin

"Would you like a bedtime story along with all this coddling?"

You give him a dirty look and kick at him slightly with your feet, too tired to even feel embarrassed

"You could always leave."

He hums and examines his claws, his ears twitching as he pretends to think it over

"And let you fend off your nightmares by yourself? What sort of a gentleman would I be then? No, thank you~"

"Ugh, you're impossible."

"Shut up and go to sleep already~"

Lately though, your dreams have been a nightmare of a whole different kind...less horrific and emotional and more...romantic?

Holding hands, soft kisses, warm embraces and candlelit dates, just all the works

Something that disturbs you a little bit more than the nightmares to be honest

There's been a couple of nights lately where Alastor consistently haunts your dreams, and it's becoming an embarrassing problem for you

You spend a few days wondering if Alastor is somehow twisting your dreams, but you don't notice a difference in him

And you doubt he would actually bother doing something like that anyways 🙄

You could only hope that Alastor doesn't figure out what's going on in your dreams, you couldn't live with the humiliation

You should've known it was only a matter of time before your dreams gave you away to him

Alastor was seated next to your sleeping form on the bed, reading to pass the time when you suddenly started making noise

It wasn't the first time this happened, setting down his book, he turned to face you, reaching out to stroke your cheek softly

"Hush now...it's only a dream.."

Usually, that would work, and you'd relax again, his voice chasing away the nightmares

Except this time it seemed to make things worse, your whole body shuddering and legs rubbing together

You instinctively nuzzled against his hand in your sleep and actually moaned his name, something that caught him off guard

"Nn...Alastor..."

But that suddenly made him all the more interested in just what you were dreaming about

It was a particularly good dream though

Alastor is laying under you, face flushed and soft pants of pleasure leaving his mouth as one hand grips your side, thrusting up into you slowly, savoring the feeling

You both moan as you roll your hips again, the slow pace driving you both crazy but neither wanting to break the moment

He leans up to lock you in a bruising kiss, sharp teeth drawing blood that a quick tongue laps up eagerly before diving in to taste more of you

One clawed hand slides up your nightgown, cupping your breast and playing with the nipple there while the other digs into you hip

You grind down harder on his cock instinctively, a strangled moan escaping you as you arch into his touch, tugging at his hair when his mouth finds your other breast

"Alastor-"

"Y/N?"

Your eyes snap open to find Alastor leaning over you, his expression smug and knowing as he tilts his head

"Another nightmare? Or just a particularly good dream~?"

There's a damp heat heat between your legs and you can't help but press them together tightly, blushing furiously

"Nothing that would interest you, I'm sure..."

You try to turn away from him to save your dignity, still horny beyond belief from your dream

You hear him chuckle behind you, feel his breath on your ear as he suddenly presses close to you, running a claw down your side

"Don't lie to me, darling~ I can smell how much you want me~"

A tingle runs down your spine and you have to bite your lip when you feel Alastor nose his face into your neck and bite the flesh playfully

"Nn...who said I was dreaming of you~?"

You feel him stiffen against you, feel more heat pool between your legs at the sound of his low growl

"Then I'll make you dream of me."

That's the only warning you get before he's putting you on your back, your legs suddenly up in the air as he pushes between them

Oh fuck

You wake up feeling sore all over, a heavy arm slung over your side and you don't need to look back to know Alastor is still there

You throw his arm off of you and stumble out of bed, a slight wobble in your walk that has you blushing

Looking in the mirror, you find you're covered in bite marks that will be impossible to cover, your hips and thighs have hand shaped bruises on them

One of your fucking tits has a bite mark on it what the fu-

"You ready to admit you were dreaming of me last night?"

The sound of Alastor behind you makes you jump, giving him a glare that only makes him grin wider

You instinctively cover your private areas even though he's already seen it all now-and that he's just as naked as you are

You're trying not to look-

"Never."

He leans against the door and admires his work on you, lazily looking your body up and down

"Ah~ Well, I suppose there's always tonight~"

The realization that he plans to make this a normal thing makes your body heat up again, blushing and looking away

"You could try again right now if you think you have a shot..."

"The shower is right here~"

HERE TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

[chillentertainer]

inspired by @searchingforserendipity25's amazing post, here are some of my silly ideas i banged out this fine snowy winter evening (shout out climate change because snow in texas!)

The one where the Pope discovers that magic is real and that Thomas Lawrence is a wizard. Except are you really a wizard if you haven't used magic for about half your life (the answer is yes because Lawrence uses it expertly to save Benitez's life)

The one where Bellini is down on his luck and in desperate need of money so he gets a sugar daddy. And that sugar daddy is Tedesco. They don’t discover the other’s true identities until decades later when they run into each other in Rome. 

The one where there is some kind of natural disaster which traps Tedesco and Benitez in the same room for hours on end. By the end of it, at least three (3) kisses, two (2) orgasms, and one (1) blowjob has been exchanged. They’re still “enemies”. But now Tedesco is inexplicably Benitez’s #1 private supporter and nearly bit off a bishop’s head when they spoke ill of Innocent 

The one where they are exploring the final frontier on a starship and the captain suddenly dies. So now they must elect a new captain. Also this mysterious officer shows up out of nowhere and apparently he used to work with refugees from the Federation-Klingon war?

The one where Thomas Lawrence is a painter in the 1800s and struggling to find artistic inspiration when Vincent Benitez, a fellow painter, arrives in town. 

The one where Thomas Lawrence endures a string of assassination attempts that he hides with increasing difficulty from the Pope, until his car literally Blows Up, and a piece of shrapnel narrowly misses a vital organ. Benitez is Not Happy about this. Ray does a little investigating because he’s also Unhappy someone tried to blow up the only Englishman he likes and finds out that one of the Cardinals is still paranoid about the simony list… 

The one where they’re in a symphony and the conductor just died and now they need a new conductor. Lawrence plays first violin. Sometimes he wishes his hands literally fall off before he has to pick up the violin and play again. 

The one where the plane crashes a la Yellowjackets! 

During these two months, Lawrence will offer himself up as food five different times. Bellini will begin to wonder about his friend’s mental health. Tedesco is the only one who seriously does want to eat Lawrence. (He's a hungry bitch who went through food scarcity as a child, can you blame him?)

Lawrence and Benitez will stare at each other longingly over the campfire for four weeks. Ray will notice these gazes and be reminded of the time he went and saw Portrait of a Lady on Fire by himself after a close friend recommended it to him and that close friend died before Ray could ask why they told him, a Bishop of the Catholic Church, to see a period drama about lesbian French women. Now he understands. 

Bellini and Tedesco will argue and then fuck it out thrice. They will be secretive and nonchalant and everyone will know because Bellini is limping and Tedesco appears unusually happy. Also sound travels far in a quiet forest. 

Tremblay will take over certain survival tasks twice because he was a Boy Scout in his youth, only to accidentally almost poison the soup with hallucinogenic mushrooms. Benitez catches this mistake just in time, but Tedesco isn’t listening (he’s too busy scripting out the next fight between him and Bellini) and takes a bite. While he doesn’t die, he instead has a vivid dream where he and Bellini turn into slime and merge into a giant slime puddle. He wakes up with an erection. Death is preferable in his opinion. 

And finally, Lawrence’s mild fever will worsen considerably one night, to the point of fatality, and he will hold Vincent’s hands as he confesses all of his sins and love for Vincent, though he knows he shouldn’t feel this way, but he does he does he does, and please use my body to survive and continue God’s work, and Vincent tearfully agrees, only for Ray to shout aha! because he got the damn radio to work and contacted the rescuers.

[bedouinpoet]

Leader, lover, sir, and broken dream Part 2

Part two of the three. Hope you enjoy my lovelies. Part three coming soon.

warning: 18+ only, smuuuut 🫣dom Hotch, mentions of drug and alcohol use, cheating.

Chapter 2, High on Hotchner

1 year later…

You and Hotch never spoke of that kiss after that, you secretly hoped he was more willing to fight for you. But the case went by easy enough. You found the supposed “short white dude” however despite his insecurities he didn’t match your profile especially when you realized the unsub was a woman. You and Reid figured out it was Victoria Baird’s friend Lindsey who had been doing the kidnapping and murdering, jealous of the attention the girls had, feeling she had deserved it more, you found Victoria alive, and the case was a classic profile. After that case you and Reid got closer, he’d invite you to movies in the park every Sunday, and your friendship grow and you were so glad to have an uncomplicated love, a friendship, and even though you two were just friends, when around Hotch, you made sure to hug him more, lean your head on his shoulder, tease him. Maybe you wanted to punish Hotch, or maybe you were just a glutton for punishment, but you wanted Hotch to be jealous, you wanted him to fight for you, to want you, maybe that was toxic but you felt like he deserved it. However even that didn’t last, because one year after that Kiss Aaron Hotchner moved on, and got a girlfriend, Beth. And you couldn’t even deny it, she was great, great with Jack, great for Hotch, clearly made Hotch happy but it seemed everyone else already knew about Beth except you, you were the last to find out after supporting him during his triathlon. At first you were gonna ignore it, brush it off but it simply kept biting at you, finally Pen made a good point that you couldn’t argue.

“if you and Hotch are actually gonna at least be friends then BE friends, that means TALKING! My lovely lovely iron heart girl. Actually talking, even about the icky uncomfortable talks about feelings-“ she had a point so here you are waiting, waiting for Hotch to be alone and once Garcia leaves she gives you a thumbs up and whispered “good luck” and you make your way to his office. You tap gently on his door, but it’s enough to get his attention. He looks up at you in momentary surprise but quickly reverting back to his usual serious disposition. “Y/n? What’s up?” You stand awkwardly in front of his desk, trying desperately to not remember all the things you two did on that desk, and his chair, and the sofa, and the floor. You sit down so he doesn’t see your legs shake as you get hornier, closing your legs and you clear your throat. “I just wanted to talk to you about something if that’s okay?” “of course” he puts his hands on his desk casually and you refuse to look at those stupid sexy big hairy hands. “Hotch….why didn’t you tell me about Beth? I mean….it just seemed like everyone else knew about her? Specially Dave BUT me, and I thought we agreed we were gonna try to be friends-friends mention that sort of thing Hotch-“

”do they?” His tone seemed accusatory and you didn’t get why but his face remained the same furrowed eyebrow way “what?”

“Well you said friends say these kind of things but when I asked you on repeated occasion what’s going on between you and Spencer Reid, you tell me its none of my business or accuse me of only asking because I am jealous.”

you feel your cheeks flush with shame but that heat then turns to anger and defence “that’s different Hotch and you know it-“

“how so?”

you feel your attitude showing up even though you told yourself not to make this an argument, every time you two have spoken you end up bickering “because I’m not accusing you of boning a co worker AGAIN first Morgan then Reid, Jeeze it’s like you think heaven forbid someone could just be friends with me without me wanting to fuck em!? And for your information no. Me and Reid are just friends. Close friends sure, but friends….and if that’s seriously why you didn’t tell me about Beth that’s pathetic and petty as hell!”

You feel in your gut you crossed the line by calling him pathetic and petty as he clenches his fists almost shaking. His eyes became an absolute storm. For a moment you want to push that storm further, you want him to punish you for such ‘insubordination’ but you feel yourself stop, he’s with someone you remind yourself, this isn’t a game. But that look, that dark foreboding, domineering look that drives you crazy and it gives you the courage to not back down. As he continues

“you really expect me to believe that? I see how you two are together, always hugging, hands on each other-“

”yes because we’re FRIENDS! I hug my friends, I’m like that with Morgan too and with Pen, my love language is touch you know that.” He scoffs “well that’s pretty unprofessional in the work space-“ you raise your eyebrows in absolute shock you can’t help but laugh, that feeling of Deja vu again becoming overwhelming but this time you aren’t backing down, you wont give him the satisfaction of submitting. “Are you fucking serious right now? I think we both know that argument is null in void Hotchner or are you forgetting the last time we had this talk, as I recall THAT time it was jealousy and you speak of professionalism here when you didn’t give much of a shit about professionalism when you bent me over that desk and fucked me to next Tuesday!? And you know what I think that’s what this is about…I think you ARE Jealous still!” You spot a blush on Hotch’s cheeks, as his eyes darken at the mention of what he did to you but then he averts his eyes for split second. Then he re builds his composure, his confidence resurfaces when he scoffs and rolls his eyes “Don’t be ridiculous y/n….i am your boss, no one else speaks to me the way you do and yet maybe that’s my fault I let it happen too long and you think this behaviours is ok-“

“Don’t scold me like a child and your diverting-“ your blood begins to boil over.

“Then stop acting like one! And I’m not jealous of anything, I have nothing to be jealous of” his face falls in guilt as he sees the pain in your eyes. That struck you far harder than expected with absolute burning venom to your veins. It takes the breath out of you and the fight out of you too. You feel you really may have been stretching it thinking he still cared for you in that way. You stand up, your body moves as your mind shuts down. “Y/n where are you going?”

“I didn’t come to argue Aaron….I mean Hotch….I just want to be friends” your feel tears in your eyes yet you can’t seem to cry. You finally look at him as his voice turns gentle “y/n I-“

“its fine Hotch….I’m sorry for overstepping, I thought we were friends I guess I was wrong….see you Monday Boss”

with that you left. The idea of staying in any proximity to Hotch was something you couldn’t bear right now…

…

You spent the first two hours at home crying and drinking, then drinking and reading, then putting on your tv flipping through channels, passing every romance movie with venom and hurt. Until you finally land on one your favourites “Ha! Halloween movie marathon perrrrfect Fuck romance” you slightly slur to the empty room, you order a pizza and some wings and start to watch, after having some wings you feel yourself slightly sober up. That’s when you remember you have a few joints somewhere hidden in the kitchen, you rummage through, desperate for a new distraction. What were you thinking, acting so cocky with Hotch!? Thinking he was jealous when he has…Beth. You finally find the pack you hid for a rainy day and dam it was storming in your mind. You sit down and light up the first joint, after the fifth puff you’re already glad you remembered these little delights when ‘knock knock knock’

“fuckl!” You whisper blowing out your puff waving the smoke away like that will get rid of the smell,

knock knock knock

“yes yes yes alright I’m coming!”

You open your door roughly only to stop dead almost losing your breath as you see Aaron Hotchner, disheveled, tired eyes, standing at your door ‘fuck…I am too damn drunk and high for this’ you think as anxiety fills you that Hotch, a unit chief of the FBI, Aaron Hotchner a fricken Profiler will definitely spot the dilated pupils, the smell, your change in character….have you been standing here too long?

“um y/n? M-may I come in?” You move aside still scared to talk like you’ll shout “I’m stoned as fuck right now dude” so you stay quite as he steps inside, his faint smell of cologne makes you want to swoon into his arms. You notice even his clothes are disheveled, his tie loose around his neck, no suite jacket, shirt wrinkled, now your scared

“Urrrmm….Hotch? What’s wrong?”

those joints are really starting to kick in and all you could think is how thirsty you were and not just for water, hoping this will be quick visit so you can help yourself. You also really need to sit down.

“Nothing….i just- y/n I hate the way we ended things today, can we please just talk? Please?” You feel your breath quicken but you can’t say no to his pleading. But you did way too much weed for a serious conversation “are you okay?” You just nod “water want some?” Is all you Can say. He smiles thankfully“sure thanks”

“cool…sit down I’ll bring us”

you fill your cup and chug it down for dear life then fill it again and a cup for Hotch.

You start to whisper to yourself “don’t trip don’t trip don’t trip” you slowly give him the cup as your eyes widen as you realize how fucked you are, you see all the bottles on the table in front of Hotch….and the joints. You notice a slight knowing smirk pulling at his lips

“thaaaat….is….medicinal” the smirk becomes a full blown laugh like honey “did you ever really believe that when someone told you the same lie?”

“Nah, I usually look the other way when it comes to weed, what are you gonna do cuff me?” You wink and his eyes turn from light laughter to darkness, your mouth is dry but your panties become wet.

“You know you shouldn’t admit that to me, I’m your boss”

you shrug sitting down next to Hotch and lift one of the fresh joints “we’re off the clock and this is my home, right now you’re just some dude who knows where I live” he merely laughs and shakes his head “ok fair point” he starts to watch you intently as you lift the joint to your lips, in your mouth as you light it up. Being the brat you are you take a deep inhale. You look back at Hotch and smirk “want some?” You offer it to him and he seems clearly hesitant.

“Oh sorry you probably have to go to Jack I wont keep you-“

“actually Jack is having a sleep over at a friends house and….well Beth lives in New York now”

“Oh….im sorry that must be tough with your schedules”

He looks away from you and you fear you said something.

“Yes I suppose but I go when I can and vice versa”

“that’s good at least…so….since you don’t have to drive I repeat the offer….want some? You can crash on my couch if you want….unless your scared, goody two shoes” low blow but thankfully his laugh shows he knows your teasing and he takes the joint and inhales like a pro. Your shock evident as he laughs and inhales again.

“Aaron-I don’t know your middle name- Hotchner….have you smoked weed before?” You puff twice before handing it back to him….He tries to not cough as he laughs

“goody two shoes? What are you twelve? Who says that now?” You find yourself laughing uncontrollably, a proper laugh, that rolls off you effortlessly. You haven’t felt this in a long time “maybe, now answer the question doody head” you take the joint from him. He laughs and shakes his head

“Well I wasn’t always the ‘goody two shoes’…I used to actually be the problem child when I was young, I was always getting into stupid trouble…” he paused like deep in thought, you shuffle closer beside him and nudge his knee “so? What happened to make the Hotch we all know and love today?” You hope he didn’t notice you saying love and he clearly doesn’t as he takes two rather large puffs and passes it back “I grow up…I figured I had two choices, keep making the same bad choices or be the person my family needed me to be after my dad died. I had to be there for Sean and mom and I wanted….I wanted to be good enough for Haley” he trails off again and you allow the moment of silence for her… and for him. Finally you clear your throat passing it back “well…sounds like little Aaron was pretty smart and I’m glad he made the choices he did or else we wouldn’t have you” you kiss his cheek like it was the most natural thing to do…Fuck your stoned, why did you do that? Hotch blushes and smiles flustered, his smile allows you to breath a little…”thanks y/n”

“Any time hun”

you look into those velvety chocolate eyes, his eyes are blood shot but his pupils become so dilated you wonder if that’s all the weed or if, like you, he’s horny as hell, your eyes dart between his eyes and mouth and you notice him doing the same, staying on your lips long enough to make you lightly lick them. You feel as if times stopped and the air is heavy, the room closing in. Hotch opens his mouth to speak a few times still flustered “I should-“

“yea”

and without a thought you grab his shirt and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, you stop only for a moment to make sure he is ok but as you looked at those eyes, that handsome, painfully loving and brave face, without thinking you say. “I shouldn’t have turned you away….i was in so much pain that day and I was scared, even though I wanted you….want you…so bad…I need you right now Aaron” his eyes darkened looking at your pleading horny filled eyes, you were so wet it was uncomfortable sitting so still.

“y/n-“ he searches for what to say, so you stop him “please ….Aaron”

Hotche’s breathing hitches at the sound of his name, you can tell he’s holding back, like an animal in a cage, but that cage is wavering. You start to squirm needing to feel his touch so bad. You damn near pout lightly caressing his leg. “Fuck it” he growls as he grabs you by the neck and pulls you in for a kiss that feels like it can consume you. His touches rough, needy, possessive he grabs your jaw holding it tight as he growls “open your mouth baby” you obey without question and he puts two fingers in, you suck them desperately, he quickly hisses as you start to palm the hard-on that’s fighting against his pants. He stares at you sucking his fingers like it’s the hottest thing in the world “fuck sweetheart the things I want to do to you”

“do it…do all of it…punish me sir please I need you” he shoves his fingers back in your mouth this time rougher, like he’s angry.

“want me to punish you for being the pretty little tease you are hmm? Want me to punish you for all your insubordination, looking at me with those eyes, wearing those dresses, showing off what I can’t touch, you know how much that killed me? Trying to make me jealous huh?” All you can do is gag just wishing he’ll use his cock soon, he takes his fingers from your mouth grabbing you by the neck “answer me baby…I wanna hear what you want” you stutter, trying to think of words as you feel his touch like a drug under your shirt moving up to your breasts (thank gosh you decided not to wear a bra right now) he pinches your nipple “answer me y/n” he pinches harder and you shout “fuck! Yes….yes sir I want-fuck- I- need you to punish me, fuck me, let me taste please sir” if this was anyone else you’d feel pathetic but with Aaron….it felt right, you wanted it and more so right now with how high you both were, every touch felt like an orgasm you just needed more. “p-pl-please…Daddy”

It was the first time trying that nickname but it had the effect you hoped for. Aaron growled and gave a gutteral moan and his lips was on yours, this time biting your bottom lip so hard it bled, he stood up and his every action just got you wetter as he looked down at you, slowly taking off his belt “be a good girl, take off your shirt now” you feel yourself shake at his gaze as you take your shirt off slowly, anything for more. He unzips and lowers his pants and boxers just low enough for his cock to spring out. You forgot how big his cock was you swallow at the idea of having it down your throat, excited as you see the pre cum glisten his tip. Hotch grabs your jaw tight forcing you to look up at him. “Open wide sweetheart….wider” you open as wide as you can, your tongue sticking out to finally get a taste. He smiles down at you like a sight to behold “mmm good girl, you’re gonna take my cock like my good slut and you don’t stop till I say so….nod that you understand and agree babe” you nod repeatedly just needing to feel it. Without warning he shoves his cock deep down your throat, you gag and choke but you just want more as you put your hand at his base, he doesn’t let up, he pulls your hair thrusting hard….you wanted punishment, he’s going to give it to you

“fuuuuuck y/n your mouth feels so damn good! Fuck that’s right take it baby…you wanted to get me jealous huh? Knew it would drive me crazy seeing Reid and Morgan’s hands on you- fuck!” His legs almost buckle when he thrusts so deep your nose touches the little hairs at his base and you gag

“fucking take my cock and remember who you belong too”

hearing his possessiveness through his guttural moans as he grunts and thrusts deep down your throat drove you crazy, you had to touch yourself or you’d explode. You put your hand down your shorts and you rub your clit, moaning and gagging on his cock, his hands tight gripped on your hair. You hear Hotch’s laugh, a dark, horny laugh “you just can’t wait huh sweetheart? Your pussy needs it huh….what does your pussy need baby tell Daddy?” He finally lets you breath, the tip of his cock playing on your lips, slapping your face

“you sir, please, my pussy needs you Aaron please”

he cups your face the first moment of gentleness and for a moment you think he will give in. He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip, smirking with dark eyes like he has plans. “You really thought I was gonna make it so easy? Tsk tsk tsk you’re gonna suck my cock a little longer and no touching that clit unless I say-“ you start to whimper “but-“

“no buts, give me your hands” you obey reluctantly, confused and excited for whatever he has planned. He grabs your wrists with one hand, grabbing his belt with the other. You watch in excitement, heated, needy awe as he ties your hands together. He keeps a hold of your tied hands while he uses his other to continue pulling your hair. Full control of your body. His breathing staggering as he orders

“open”

you obey taking every inch until you gag, the moment he hears those sounds he thrusts harder and harder. Your throat burns but you don’t want it to stop, even for water, you feel tears start to roll down your cheeks, your spit down your chin, all of it just makes Aaron rougher, his breathing ragged as his thrusts become more sporadic. You know he’s close you suck his cock like your life depends on it. “fuck y/n!” with that final thrust you feel his cum down your throat and coat your mouth. He thrusts a few more times just to make sure every drop is down your throat. As he gets out he closes your mouth “swallow babe” you do “again” you do and open your mouth just to prove you swallowed it sticking your tounge out. Hotch takes his opportunity putting your tongue in his mouth kissing you as he takes off your shorts. Caressing every part of you then pinching your nipples hard enough to make you shout “Aaron!” He pinches again as he kisses down your neck biting hard at your pulse point….you know he’s gonna leave a million marks and it only turns you on more.

“A-Aaron please I need you I-i can’t wait please” your pleading evident in your entire body as he looks at you with those caramel eyes and you know he’s given in. He kisses you gently “let’s go to your room it’s time your pussy got some attention sweetheart”

his boxers and and pants already off the only thing standing between you and Aaron Hotchner’s naked body is his dress shirt and loosened tie…you take his hand leading him to your bedroom, as you smile back at him you see Hotch taking off his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt with one hand….fuck what those hands could do. The second you close the bedroom door after you, Hotch pins you to the door hard enough to knock the wind out of you and no time to take a breath with his lips on yours again, you start to pump his already hardening cock as you feel his fingers tease your clit at an excruciating pace, you can’t remember the last time you felt so good and remember that it was always like this with Aaron, like he knows your body and every weak spot you have. You grasp his hair for support as he sticks two fingers in you relentlessly and you grab his hair harder as he groans. “sir..please no more teasing I need you so bad”

with your final plea he lifts you and takes you to the bed, putting you down and in that moment he’s on top of you, you feel an overwhelming sense of warmth, this feeling like everything is right, he looks in your eyes and you can see he feels the same way “y/n- I-i love you”

your heart pounds at the unexpected confession and you feel speechless all you can do is kiss him over and over as he adjusts himself to your entrance and thrusts home. First at a slow pace allowing you to adjust to his size, but then he stays at that pace to tease you until you wrap your legs around his waist, just wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you, with that his pace turns relentlessly harder, and harder and harder as he pulls your hair and bites your neck, your shoulder, cupping and squeezing your breasts as you moan his name over and over as he groans and grunts, and praises “you feel so good honey so fucking good” it’s like candy to your ears and you can’t get enough as you feel that coil inside you about to snap, you scratch down Hotch’s back and you clench his cock, moaning in unison as you orgasm on him and he fucks you through it. Your entire body shakes and you feel Aaron’s pace go harder and faster as he chases his own high. Until he’s about to pull out but you keep your legs wrapped around him

“y/n I’m about to cu-“

“in me please I wanna feel it” with that permission he lets go thrusting hard and deep making sure his seed is deep inside. For a few minutes you both just stay there. His head nuzzles in your neck as you play with his hair, his cock softening inside you. “I think you should sleep in my bed tonight….couch is too far away and I’m cold”

he laughs in your neck “oh I see, I’m supposed to be just your heated blanket?” You nod excitedly

“yup…no other reason Mr Heated blanket you run hot I need heat it’s like free heating”

he laughs again and you could listen to that sound for eternity as he stands up and you feel his warmth missing and it makes you whimper he leans in to kiss your forheard “I’m just getting us some water sweetheart….that was a lot of marijuana you need to stay hydrated, do you need anything else honey?”

You try to think but all you do is stare at that man’s body so you smile and shake your head “just hurrry I’m cold” he takes a moment to look at you and leaves. You start to really get cold so you snuggle under the blanket making sure to keep the space for Hotch as he comes back in. He hands you a cup “drink” you take the cup “thanks” you’re about to put it down when “nun uh uh drink, that pretty mouth and throat worked hard today. Need to hydrate baby…” you smile, your heart..you feel cracks in that wall you built up. He takes care of you, he understands you, like no one has ever understood you and your after care is a piece of heaven. You drink some of the water and lay down as he does the same, taking you in his arms and holding you as close to him as possible. you both doze off in bliss….until the next morning when everything hits and everything falls apart…

to be continued

[thisblogisaboutabook]

The cycle of life

Azriel x Reader

Fae cycles suck, thank the mother for your attentive mate who is there to provide you with all of the smut and fluff you desire.

warnings: smut, language, self-esteem and body image struggles, anxiety, slight breeding kink

She didn’t know when the self-loathing crept in - although it was always the first sign. The week had been busy, she’d poured herself into her work. Being a bookkeeper for such a wealthy court was… tiring to say the least. It was fulfilling work, especially when it came to the Court of Dreams. Balancing ledgers and creating budgets for various charitable endeavors was a duty she was proud to take part in. The High Lord and Lady’s efforts in keeping their court thriving was admirable. Most would find the work mundane, and she supposed it could be, but accounting always felt like a puzzle to her - using her brain to solve problems and contribute to the advancement of the Night Court was rewarding.

She wasn’t perfect though, despite that desperate desire within herself to be. She’d push, and push, and push herself completely overlooking all the good she did and absolutely berating herself internally when the occasional mistake occurred.

Azriel was her number one supporter. She’d always imagined him to be better suited for the likes of a fellow warrior such as Mor or a Valkyrie like Gwyn. Perhaps even someone soft and lovely like Elain, a glowing beacon to come home to. Y/N had told Azriel as much when he began pursuing her.

“Why me?” She’d wonder to herself as she assessed her figure in the mirror - overlooking the enticing feminine curves that all but screamed “squeeze me, grip me, take me”, the way her plush lips bowed into a perfectly kissable pout, how her radiant skin that nearly glowed rendered her ethereal. She only saw imperfections. Not to mention that she wasn’t graceful or stealthy, she couldn’t cook or keep plants alive to save her damned life, and she had a tendency to get stuck inside her mind.

Truthfully this week was more than busy, it was hard. She’d pushed herself to meet deadlines that she’d gotten behind on due to an influx in workload. She’d made a few mistakes that nobody had issue with - except herself. Nuala and Cerridwen were taking well-deserved time off, leaving the essential household tasks on the back burner. Between working endless hours, Azriel being gone on a mission, and a flare up of the anxiety that she’d put so much effort into working through over the years - she was exhausted.

Physically her muscles ached, stomach cramped, and her head pounded as the all-too-familiar symptoms of her impending semi-annual cycle took root. Her mind and spirit were utterly fatigued from the busy week, the flare up of anxiety, and the overall stress of life. She was desperate for Azriel to return from his mission soon.

It was around 9PM when she coerced herself into wrapping up work on Friday night, she spent three hours afterward tending to the house and catching up on neglected tasks from the week, too tired to even bathe as she crawled into bed - sleep claiming her immediately.

She awoke the next day to a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Hello beautiful.” Azriel whispered against her skin, pulling back to allow those intense hazel eyes a chance to examine her. Her eyelids fluttered and brows furrowed as she let out an exhausted groan, “baby…” a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she reached toward him in a needy manner that made his heart ache. He hated leaving her for missions though she always understood and supported him. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her body, letting his warmth seep into her bones as she melted into his embrace.

Azriel noticed the flinch she made as the sun shone through the window into their room, quickly flaring his wings to block it from view until her eyes adjusted. “What’s wrong, love?” He whispered, though he already had an idea. The heat of his breath against her ear sent chills through her, prompting her to give a quick nip to his neck before kissing it.

Gods, she’d missed him.

“Nothing baby.” before he could call her on her lie she continued, “what time is it?”

“Well, you missed breakfast.” He smirked.

“Ugh… how did I sleep in so late?” She sat up, rubbing her tired eyes.

Azriel shrugged “Your body must have needed it.”

“Says you.” She scoffed. “You were off all week doing physically demanding work and busting your ass for this court… while I sat on mine balancing ledgers.”

“Y/N…” he spoke, his low voice barely more than a warning growl. “We’re not going to do that. You are allowed to feel tired, allowed to let your body rest. Your work is important.”

She sighed, knowing better than to press on. She knew to pick her battles and that this one was not one she would win.

“Fine.” Y/N shrugged, eyeing a paper bag on the bedside table. “What did you bring me? Please tell me it’s something with chocolate.”

Azriel’s lips curled up into a grin that she’d never tire of seeing, handing over the bag. “See for yourself, darling.”

———

Azriel knew from the moment he stepped into the quiet house that she’d need extra love and attention today. His loving, caring, selfless mate who typically rose early - he swore the sun rose on her accord and not the other way around - was still sound asleep in bed.

He immediately exited the house before she could sense his presence and stopped by her favorite bakery along the Sidra. Chocolate croissants were a necessity in times like these. She’d need a pain relieving tonic, epsom salts and soothing oils, and a bouquet of flowers couldn’t hurt either.

He went ahead and picked up ingredients for a few quick meals and a new book she’d mentioned recently as well.

He had to laugh at the irony. His mate often questioned her worthiness of him. HIM. She couldn’t see what he saw. A passionate, intelligent female who cared for her mate, her court, and family more than anything. Always putting her own needs last but the first to volunteer when help was needed. The cauldron truly found his equal - someone who gave and gave but it was never enough. Someone who couldn’t see her own worth, her pure heart, her devastating beauty - while the rest of the world marveled at it.

She’d been the catalyst in his own self-acceptance. He’d spent centuries believing he wasn’t enough, that he was unworthy of a mate, of his position, of the power he was born with - just to meet this intelligent, radiant being who could bring an entire room to a halt and assume they were only seeing flaws. Not the beauty that could make even kings fall to their knees if she’d only ask. When the bond snapped, he decided then and there that he would show her just how worthy she was. In the decade they’d been mated, she finally started to see her worth, how precious she was to him, to those she graced with her presence. But life is complicated and triggers are inevitable, especially when it came to the flare of hormones that accompanied an impending cycle.

—————

The chocolate croissants were a win if the drawn-out contented sigh Y/N let out upon finishing her third one was any indication. He’d shared details of his mission as she indulged in the pastries and she gave him a few details of her week - frowning as she went into detail about the “mistakes” she’d made.

They were common mistakes that anyone would make, truthfully, some weren’t even her fault, but he listened as she let it out. He’d learned over the years that sometimes she just needed to get it off her chest and not advice. Simply hearing each other out had become a key element in the foundation of their relationship - when thoughts became too much - they were always listening ears for each other.

Once she’d gotten it off her chest she changed the subject by asking, “What do you want to do today?”

Azriel had a lot to do - but his mate took priority this weekend. He gave her a wicked grin, “I want nothing more than to waste away in this bed with you all day.”

“But?” She replied.

“But nothing.” He flicked her nose. “I want to spend the day in bed with my mate - is there something wrong with that?”

Azriel could see the war in her mind. Debating whether she deserved to take a day off, or should tend to other tasks. Before she could object he leaned in, lips capturing hers in a deep, loving kiss. She immediately opened for him, his tongue lazily tangling with hers. “Fine” she murmured.

“That’s my girl.” He cooed before returning to claiming her mouth, the shell of her ears, her neck.

“Mmm” she purred into his kiss while he palmed at her breast through her silken cobalt night gown. Her swollen breasts immediately peaking beneath his touch.

“So responsive” his low voice growled into her neck, sending fire straight through her, igniting her core. “Is that beautiful pussy as ready for me as these are?” He asked, tweaking a nipple through her gown.

The responding moan told him more than enough as he hitched the hem of her nightgown up to her waist, exposing the dripping cunt practically begging for him underneath. His eyes rolled back at the intoxicating scent of arousal drifting up into his nose. “Holy shit, Y/N.” he groaned, clearly pleased with the sight.

He ran a finger through her slick core, adding a teasingly light amount of pressure to her clit but before he could insert a finger she moaned “No Az, I can’t wait. Please.”

“You don’t want my fingers?” He teased, slipping one inside of her. Mother, she was absolutely soaked.

“Az…Fuck. No. Please.” She pleaded. Reaching down to palm the hardened length beneath his sweatpants. “I need that inside of me. Now”

Typically he would reprimand her for being so demanding, robbing him of his playtime with her sweet, dripping sex. But the desperation in her voice left him desperate to oblige her.

“Since you asked nicely.” He replied, to which she frantically helped him out of his pants.

Before she could reconsider taking more fingers, he thrusted his length into her. Hard. Every thick, aching inch of him, stretching and filling her completely.

“Like that?” He asked as her moans filled the room.

“Yes. Yes, Az.”

“Fuck.” She cried out. “Just. Like. That.” Each word coming out individually timed to the thrusts of his cock.

There was no way he was going to last long at this pace, especially after being away for a week. “Not gonna last long like this. Fuck!” He ground out.

She grit her teeth as his thrusts became harder, more erratic. “Then fill me, Az. Need your cum.”

Slipping a hand between them, he pressed his thumb to her clit, moving it in that perfected motion he’d finessed over the years as he diligently studied her body, a scholar whose sole discipline laid in pleasuring his mate. Locking his eyes with her, he gently commanded “Cum with me baby.”

With that they both let go. Their releases filling the room like a song. A melody Azriel would never tire of, one he replayed in his mind somehow far too often, yet never enough during his time away.

Azriel stayed inside of her until their breaths settled, evening out into sync with eachother. He reveled in the warmth of her. His perfect mate - physically, emotionally, spiritually. He’d never take this for granted.

Finally he pulled out of her in one long sweep, she looked down to admire the still considerable length of him even when partially softened. Her stomach dropped to see blood mixed in with their combined releases.

“Az, oh, I’m so s-” She started but he cut her off.

“Baby. It’s just a little blood.”

She almost looked ashamed. “I know but- I’m embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” He puzzled. “It’s completely natural. Do you really think blood bothers me? Come on now beautiful, we’ve had sex during your cycle before. Why shy away now?”

“I just didn’t expect the bleeding to have started already. It explains why I’ve felt so lethargic, I suppose.”

Azriel went to get a warm cloth from the adjoined washroom, returning to wipe her. Her cheeks flushed at the intimate action.

“Stop overthinking it. Besides, we’re mates.” He smiled, a soft look overtaking his eyes. “If you still want to have children with me someday, your cycle is kind of an essential step of the process.”

Y/N flushed at the comment. The thought of carrying his babies was something she’d dreamed about for years now. Thank the gods for her distant Illyrian ancestry and the genes that blessed her with curvy hips capable of birthing winged babes.

“You know, with my cycle returning… we could always start trying? If we stopped taking our tonics now - it should be out of our system in time for ovulation. Rhys has offered recently to let me bring on an assistant book keeper, which would be excellent timing.”

Azriel’s heart fluttered at the thought of it. His mate round and glowing as she carried their baby, a babe that would know so much more love than he ever had as a child. Something so pure and beautiful that could come from the love between he and his mate. They’d talked about it for years now, a dream of theirs. He had to quickly blink away the silver lining his eyes at the gift she was offering him, his selfless mate in all her infinite love. There was no way he could verbally reply in the moment without choking up so he sent waves of adoration, joy, and gratitude down the bond.

She sent every bit of love right back to him, propping up on her elbows to capture his lips in a promising kiss.

———-

After they came to a decision, Azriel carried Y/N to the bathing room where a hot bath full of the oils and epsom salts he’d picked up that morning were waiting. She nearly cried at the relief of the welcoming heat that greeted her.

Before she could object, Azriel quickly stepped out to change the sheets, promptly returning to slide into the bath tub behind her. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp to which she nearly purred like a cat. He carefully washed her entire body massaging her back, thighs, calves, shoulders, and breasts in the process. By the time he was done tending to her, she’d nearly fallen asleep.

Ever the caretaker, she tried to wash him in return but he insisted that this was about her - passing her a rolled up towel to place behind her neck while she relaxed, letting the oils from the bath soak into her skin as he lathered himself. He got out first, toweling himself off before lifting her out of the tub and drying her off with a heated towel.

Though she insisted she could do it herself, Azriel wasn’t having it. This was his day to care for his mate so he helped her into cloth lined linens and selfishly left her topless, slipping her underneath the fresh blankets.

He assured her he’d be right back slipping out to the kitchen to heat up her favorite gnocchi soup and fetch a tray he’d prepared with her pain relieving tonic, bouquet of flowers, and more chocolate.

It didn’t take much to bring his mate joy - the genuine gratitude she’d send down the bond at even the smallest gestures was never lost on him. Perhaps it was self-serving but he couldn’t resist surprising her, coveting each warm smile she’d give him as if he’d never feel warmth again.

He prayed their future babes had her smile, her eyes, any of her features, truly. But most of all, her heart - maybe then, beating within the most precious gift the mother could offer them, she’d finally see just how beautiful she really was.

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He had to beg and plead like a mad male but finally she agreed to spend the entire weekend in bed with him. Who knew that he, the one who was typically the workaholic, would be the one to grovel at his mates feet begging her to take a break.

Fortunately, she was not immune to his charms and obliged him. At one point, she snuck out of bed in an attempt to accomplish a few tasks around the house before her cramps humbled her. Azriel was promptly startled awake from the nap he’d drifted off to as she loudly exclaimed from down the hall, “Fuck it. Back to bed.”

They spent the rest of the weekend making love, whispering of their dreams for the future, indulging in sweets, and reveling in each others touch with no shortage of laughter and kissing in between.

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A/n: So I’ve totally been under the weather this weekend with no motivation to write but as I laid in bed with my own partner tending to me with whatever I needed, I couldn’t resist writing this. I intended it to be a Drabble but the words just kept flowing. I stan fluffy Az. Anyway, thanks for reading!

For those of you waiting on new parts to my current fics - I promise they’re coming along and will be out soon! xo ♥️

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Bless Your Heart | 2. LOOKA HERE

It's your first full day on The Huntsman Farms and boy, is it busy.

tread lightly ⋆⋆⋆ humor and Miguel is very difficult once again, animals

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note on the fridge ⋆⋆⋆ This one was a long time coming, but I'm happy with the result! I hope y'all enjoy it!

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The crickets in the grass provide a white noise for the night. The air conditioning fights against the stuffy room and you’re sprawled out across the bed like an exhausted child. The open-mouth, one foot hanging off the bed, dead weight kind of sleep.

It’s some of the best sleep of your life.

It didn’t even take you long to drift away. You were full, quenched, and bone-tired. There was no need to open your bags to grab a book nor scroll aimlessly on your phone. A hot shower and a glass of water did just the trick.

Somewhere, deep in your dreams, you knew you weren’t going to want to wake up so early. Not after yesterday.

You could almost cry.

The feeling of that frustration hits you more than you thought and your pillow is soaked as a result.

You shift, eyebrows pinching as your head turns, wiping your cheek against your shoulder. Your lips smack and you scratch your neck.

It didn’t take much for your breaths to slow again. The box AC kicked back on, humming over the night time.

Except, you don’t feel the air on your neck. You feel heat and a dip in the mattress. Your cheek is wet again. Your heart picks up and you hold your breath.

Blinking, the dark room phases in and you look to the ceiling.

A dog stares back at you, sniffing and shoving its cold nose into your face. As its snout moves about, drool follows. You don’t even know that you screamed until the light in your room comes on.

“You mutt, when I said wake her up, I didn’t mean kiss her. Get down!”

Gabriel’s voice booms through the room, scaring you half as bad as the droopy dog next to you.

The dog looks at him like it couldn’t stand the sight of him and then goes back to lick your face without a care in the world. You turn your head every which way, trying your best to push the dog away in your lagging state.

“Get!” Gabriel stomps his foot and claps, making the dog huff. “Down, Fido. Down!”

Fido bays like Gabriel is a stranger and you jump again. Gabriel crosses the room and stomps at him again, frightening the pup.

“I don’t know who you yellin’ at, but it ain’t me. Now, move,” he points at the door, “‘fore I have you sleeping with the hogs.”

Whining, the dog jumps down and leaves, Gabriel fussing right after him.

“All that noise at five in the morning like he’s lost his mind,” he turns to look at you, before quickly facing the wall. “I’m sorry about that. Nobody deserves to have that damn dog’s hot breath in their face at no time of day.”

Still trying to catch your bearings, you sit up in the bed. Your view is Gabriel’s backside tight in another pair of jeans with a belt holding them snug against his waist and a light brown t-shirt. This time, the belt was dark like wet wood with light roses and flowing petals etched around it.

“Why are you facing the wall?”

Your voice was a bit hoarse, still coming to back to life. Between his dog and his ass in your face, this morning was already too much to begin to register.

“I’m interrupting your beauty sleep! And uh, well I don’t wanna look at ya too long before you get ready for the day. Some of my aunties on my pa’s side make a big deal about seeing them before their curlers are out. Kinda old, but it’s just a habit I can’t shake.”

He side-steps, shuffling out of the room, elbows bent and hands stiff before him.

“Just come on out when you’re ready,” you see his profile, his eyes closed, “I’m fixin’ up something to eat.”

Watching him leave and go back to the kitchen, your eyes burn with exhaustion. Five in the morning was far too early to be dealing with any of this.

You get up and trudge to the bathroom, the sound of your slides scraping across the wood floor steady. The house smells like bacon and grease. Gabriel is at the stove bouncing from skillet to pot with a towel over his shoulder.

The bathroom is small, with a black and white checkerboard tile and blue cabinet doors. You look in the mirror and become relived that Gabriel didn’t stare at you long.

Dried drool trails down your jaw, the neck of your t-shirt stretches across your collarbones, and your bonnet is barely holding on. Fido’s love was all on the other side of your face.

“Ugh,” you turn the faucet on to scrub away the muck. The cold water shocks you.

By the time you brush your teeth and freshen up, Gabriel is giving a one-man show by the stove. His shoulders are ticking away and his boot is twisting on the floor like his last name is Jackson. His hips circle from left to right and his jeans leave nothing to the imagination.

Fido gives you a tired look as he watches you from the floor next to the dining table.

“Don’t hurt ‘em, Gabriel,” you laugh. His energy is so focused on stirring something in a mug while he dances, he barely hears you.

With a quick change of clothes, a black hair tie to your hair, and sunscreen, you’re ready for the day.

You close your eyes, breathe in, and breathe out. Your chest rises and falls. Your fingers stretch and close. Whatever the day brings, you’ll be ready to take it on.

You smell smoke.

A scent like oil hitting the bottom of an oven and another like soured dough fills your nostrils. You come back to your senses and open your eyes to a foggier room.

Running out, you see Gabriel fanning at the stove with his towel, arm over his mouth as he coughs. Fido is alert and pacing around him.

“What happened?” you ask, going to open a window. “I leave for two seconds, and you’re trying to start fires!”

He opens the oven and grabs a pan. The blackest toast you’ve ever seen presents itself. Fido lays down to hide his nose and whines.

“I’m sorry,” Gabriel sighs. “I called myself trying to help you out and got in here and almost burnt the place down to the ground.”

“Well, for one, you have to watch bread. It’s on broil, which means this oven is too high for you to be in here performing.”

Gabriel awkwardly laughs as you switch the knobs on the control panel back.

“And the eye on this stove is far too red for just some bacon.”

“I made some eggs too!”

He points over to a plate on the counter. On it lies dry, colorless scrambled eggs and a sunny side up with dark edges.

“I didn’t know how you liked your eggs. I tried to do over easy, but, uh,” he takes a spatula and lifts the egg up. The bottom is as dark as the skillet. “That wouldn’t make a pretty picture, now would it?”

Stunned, you reach over and turn the stove off. The smell is slowly leaving the house, but the tiny kitchen is a mess.

One pan has eggs stuck to the edges, another has bacon blending into it, and containers of butter and jelly are scattered across the counter.

“Gabriel, do you, by chance, have any idea how to cook? Have you ever had to do such a thing?”

“You say that like there’s nothing left to munch on. A little burnt pieces never hurt anybody.”

You pick up the bacon and it snaps, crumbling like sand.

“This is not burnt. It’s not even blackened. Just black.”

Gabriel gasps.

You call Fido to you, the bloodhound perking up in excitement. You place the bacon in front of his nose, waiting as he sniffs and inspects.

Fido walks backwards, droopy eyes so concerned and confused.

“So bad, even the dog doesn’t want to eat it.”

“You ungrateful bastard,” Gabriel curls his lip to Fido who huffs and lays back down. “See if I give you some bones today.”

“How about you clean this up, I open up some more windows, and then I’ll make us something while you hand me what I need? That sound good?”

“Yeah, that sounds a lot better than whatever the hell I was trying to do.”

After a dish drying rack full of pans, a third of a carton of eggs, one sausage link, several pieces of bacon, and two slices cheese jelly toast later, you’ve set the kitchen straight with a hearty breakfast.

“Sure you don’t want any grits?” you ask Gabriel as you pour up some orange juice.

“No, you’ve done enough for me already, doll. Grits are more up Miguel’s alley and after yesterday’s stunt he don’t deserve nothing from you. Not even an ass to kiss.”

You snicker, happy that at least one of your bosses was on your side.

“Well,” you give him a cup and sit down. “Let’s dig in.”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

Grabbing a fork, you watch with anticipation as he turns his plate. It was a simple breakfast, but sometimes the simplest things were the easiest to mess up.

He takes a bite of his eggs and you could have sworn his feet did a little dance.

“Is it good?”

“Is it good? I don’t think I’ll have to drive downtown to a diner anymore. I can just come to you.”

You clap your hands four times with glee and take a bite.

“Come over here too much and I’ll have to charge you.”

“Name your price and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

With a hand over your heart you gasp, “You really think I’d charge you?”

“I think you should. Making good food ain’t easy and you should never work for free. I ain’t nobody special. But speaking of special, what’s the jelly on your cheese toast about?”

“You’ve never had that before?”

“Never in my 34 years of life have I thought to mix dairy and fruit on toast.”

“Pastry puffs? Tarts? Pies?”

“My grandma on my pa’s side makes a mean apple pie.”

“Exactly. And if you add a scoop of ice cream on top, that would be?”

He smirks after he bites a piece of sausage, “Mixing dairy, fruit, and some kind of bread. You got me.”

“With your freshly opened mind, try this.” You take your toast with cheese and grape jelly in your hand then put a few pieces of bacon on one side. Afterward, you fold the bread over, creating a mini sandwich in your hand. “Sweet, savory, and filling. The perfect delicious quick breakfast.”

Gabriel turns over the toast in his hand and scans it with curiosity. For all the questioning he was doing, the giant bite he takes has you biting the inside your lip to hold in your laughter.

You see his eyes sparkle as his eyebrows scrunch up, looking between you and the halfway-gone sandwich.

“I might have to start up another house and open a Bed and Breakfast. Turn the Ranch into a goldmine.”

“Over a bacon sandwich?”

“Over a bacon sandwich,” Gabriel finishes the rest in one bite and sucks the jelly off of his thumb. He wipes it with a paper towel before he grabs a butter knife and another piece of toast.

“It’ll blow your mind even more if you throw some eggs on it.”

“You are just full of ideas.”

His voice sounds skeptical again, but when he scoops the yellow fluff onto the bread that same sparkle comes back tenfold.

Gabriel humming and commenting with each bite fills the space of the kitchen. Fido begs by your feet for food, sniffing the ground and looking up at you with big eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Gabriel snaps at him. “Door. Now.”

Fido looks at you like you can save him. You can only sigh through your nose at how expressive he is. He’s cuter when he’s not slobbering.

“I can’t help you buddy,” you say to him. He only budges when Gabriel gives his butt a nudge. He drags himself to the door, grunting as he stares at the floor.

You’re about to ask Gabriel if you can give Fido a piece of sausage when he starts to bark at the door.

His tail is wagging and you can make out a blurry figure through the foggy glass.

You opened the door and look up, not expecting a boy with a head of thick and wavy hair, dark eyes, a few moles, and the stance of an O’Hara.

“Gabriel! You didn’t tell me you had another brother!”

The tall boy’s eyebrow goes up and you wonder if he got that from Miguel.

Gabriel jumps up and laughs as if he won the lottery. His arm wraps around the boy’s shoulders and almost knocks him over pulling him inside.

“You hear that? I still got it!” He pops his collar and pokes his hip out, grin bright on his face.

The grimace that marks the boy’s features brings you back to yesterday’s Gabriel who watched you shovel dark, stinky gunk.

“You’re not old,” he brushes Gabriel’s hand off, “Just strange.”

You try to hold back your laugh, you really do, but the shock on Gabriel’s face causes the snort at the back of your nose to build into giggles.

Straightening up his shirt, Gabriel scoffs, “Don’t hate, appreciate.”

“Hate on what?”

Gabriel clears his throat and puts his arm back around the boy, “This is my greatest pride and joy, my flesh and blood, my little rascal, my superstar, the Number One Junior Cowboy in the land-”

“My name is Rafael and I’m his son, ma’am,” he interrupts Gabriel’s words, holding his hand out to shake. The accent in his voice was subtle compared to his father’s and his tone a lot less strong.

“You never let me finish my speeches.”

Shaking Rafael’s hand you look back and forth between the two. There were a lot of similarities. Still, one thing had your head tilted in confusion.

“Before you ask,” Rafael starts, “I’m 17, not younger, not older, but 17.”

He sounds so distressed about it you wonder how often his age is put into question. “Thank you for the confirmation. Your baby face is quite strong.”

Rafael opens his mouth then closes it abruptly, face unable to hide his shock.

“See Rafa,” Gabriel looks straight at his son, “not everybody thinks you’re grown like you think you’re grown. You’re still my baby bug.”

He squeezes Rafael’s face, cooing as he tried to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Stop,” Rafael glowers, putting his palm over Gabriel’s mouth and pushing it back. “I don’t know where your mouth has been and I just cleared my face up.”

Sighing, Gabriel turns to you, defeated.

“I remember when he used to cry when I had to leave for work. Now, I have to fight him just to hear ‘I love ya, Pops!’ Just breaking my little heart.”

Rafael copies his dad’s defeated look, whether he means to or not, and halts the sob story, “We need to practice today, and you’re in here running your mouth.”

“So, are you coming in here to fuss at me or do you really need me to practice?

“Both.”

“You hang around Miguel too much,” Gabriel grimaces. “You sound just like him.”

“And he doesn’t rub off on you enough. You should hang around him more.”

“He tried to hurt your poor pops yesterday and you’re sticking up for him.”

“What did you do?”

“I ain’t do nothing!”

It was like watching a tennis match seeing them go back and forth. A comedic tennis match. Whereas Gabriel was playful and silly, Rafael was serious and having none of it.

“Why do you always get like this when it’s time for rodeo prep?” Your ears pickup on Rafael’s words, but you can’t butt in. “And why does it smell like that in here?”

Gabriel looks like he’s about to smack him, but you save him, “Your daddy tried to kill us this morning with his cooking.”

Rafael laughs, “He’s banned from Mamá’s kitchen for life. I don’t know why he decided today was a good day to try to cook again.”

Turning him around, Gabriel lightly kicks at the back of Rafael’s knees, moving him out of the door.

“Go busy yourself instead of wasting this nice lady’s time.”

“You’re the one wasting her time,” Rafael laughs in response, smile from earlier getting bigger. You think he looks most like Gabriel this way, with his giggles showing his full set of teeth.

“Wait, Rafael. Before you go, do you want something to eat? I’ve got plenty of food left. That your daddy had no part in.”

“So is this how it’s going to be? Shooting a man while he’s already down?” Gabriel asks out loud in disbelief.

“Yes ma’am, I would love some,” Rafael bumps Gabriel out of the way to follow you back inside.

When he gets to the display of food, it’s like introducing a toddler to a candy store for the first time. One small bite of eggs turns into ten seconds of scarfing down food. You’ve never seen anything like it. You kindly show him the same dish you showed Gabriel and it was like déjà vu.

“Boy, you’re acting like I don’t feed you!” Gabriel huffed by the door.

“You don’t. Mamá does.”

“She ain’t feed you this morning?”

“She slept in today and Tío wanted us out on the field bright and early. Which reminds me, I’m really late. Gotta get back.”

He grabs three connected paper towels and gently asks you if he could take some more food which you happily agree too. He gathers the rest of the toast and bacon, making about seven more sandwiches. You mentally thank yourself for making way too much food.

“Alright, I gotta go! Thank you again for the food, ma’am.”

“It’s no problem. I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

Rafael shuffles out of the house, arms full of food. Gabriel shakes his head as he opens the screen door for him.

“Just big and greedy. Just like your damn uncle.”

His son only makes a face at him and carries on.

“Don’t have kids,” Gabriel has his arms crossed as he watches Rafael carefully walk on the path beside that stark-white house. “I was wild back then. Too wild.”

Raising an eyebrow, you look at his profile, “You sure you’re not still wild now?”

“I’m not foolin’ with you, Ms. Ranch Hand. Now c’mon before I have to hear Miguel’s mouth via child again.”

You thought you had seen all the ranch had to offer yesterday, but as you hold onto the top of Gabriel’s camo-colored golf cart for dear life, your eyes dart across the land in front of you in awe.

There were a few more houses on the land both big and small. Manicured grass covers the entire lot. Full gardens, still ponds, and hay bales in the midst of fields pass you by. Trees stand tall along the outskirts and that same bright red fence peeks out every now and then.

After each bump in the road, Gabriel cackles at you cutting off your curses. He chatters on and on about how everything was built from the ground up by the hands of his father’s family and enhanced with the knowledge of his mother’s family.

When you drive past his home, you take in the grandness of it, unable to hold back your gasp.

It was rustic, with irregular bricks switching from one shade to the next and lighter vertical shiplap on some walls. The dark wood arch of the front doors matched the tone of the roof. A long driveway led to the garage and forked off into a path leading to the porch.

As your eyes locked onto the home, he had a story of how it was once a shack ready to tell.

His granddad first made it to get him and his cousins out of his man cave.

“We got a hold of his poitín, like moonshine. That was the first time I’ve ever seen a man turn red from his back in under a second. And some of my cousins were no better. Red in the hair, redder in the face, drunk as a skunk.”

“I would have been mad too! Imagine wanting to unwind and you find your grandkids in your liquor cabinet. Y’all are so lucky that a shack is all you got.”

“Oh, but my pa was even more furious. That was the second longest mass of my life.”

“What was the first?”

He squinted through the sunlight, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. He’s so quiet, you think something is wrong. You turn to him and he smiles without reaching his eyes.

“When Pa found out he’d be a granddad before I could finish packing up for college. A semester’s worth of that…what’s it called? Raymond?”

“Ramen?”

“Yeah! That! A semester’s worth of that was stocked up in the shack. At least while my wife could still stomach it.”

“Mm, I think it’s for the best. They didn’t need you starting fires from the dorm microwaves.”

Gabriel breaks, pulling his laugh from his gut. The tightness from earlier subsides and you grin at him.

“You won’t let that go, will you?”

“Not a chance.”

The two of make it to your destination in one piece. Minus your heart ramming into your chest as Gabriel turns into the small parking lot.

There was a cherry red horse arena with a white roof and black trimmed doors. Three flags protruded from walls: American, Mexican, and Irish.

Gabriel hops out as best as he could, a grunt filling the air as he stands.“Let’s see if he’s working my son to death or not.”

With the engine cut, the closest sounds of nature are drowned out by the hooves of horses hitting the ground. As you get closer to the giant barn doors, Gabriel grins like it’s Tax Day.

“Ready for a preview of the best show in the world?”

You nod, squeezing your fingers in anticipation.

You can’t remember the last time you climbed flights of concrete and metal stairs to watch cowboys and cowgirls alike. Though, you do remember the feeling of standing up on the seat with stars in your eyes as your dad braced your legs from slipping away. The smell of leather, the sea of brown hats, the shouts of the crowd, the wind in the rider’s hair. It was always like magic to you.

Thinking of the well-mannered boy from this morning, you had no idea how he would appear riding around on a horse.

Gabriel pulls the door open, the wheels on the track making a loud screech.

With how he described it, yelling over the revving engine, you were expecting Rafael to damn near flip onto his horse from the side fences.

Stepping onto the sand and walking up to the barricade, it was quite the opposite.

If you had a nickel for every time you were greeted with the bottom of an O’Hara man, you’d have ten cents. Enough for one Big Slice Pop.

Miguel leaned over a fence with a dark denim button down and matching jeans adorning him. A black baseball cap with the ranch logo sits backwards on his head and one of his boots is hooked on the bottom part of the fence.

There were five kids saddled up on horses of different sizes walking slowly in a circle that he kept his eyes on. You recognize Rafael and Gabriella, but the others, you’ve never seen before.

Gabriella looks in your direction and waves frenziedly.

“Keep ‘em steady,” Miguel shouted across the room. “Focus, Gabriella!”

She huffs and puts her hands back on her hot pink reigns. Her horse is light brown with a blonde mane and cotton candy pink streaks. You think the name Flora was fitting for it.

“Never mind. He’s boring my kids to death,” Gabriel mumbles next to you. You both walk to the right side of arena.

“Kids?” Looking at him from your peripheral, you didn’t mean to sound so stunned, but you couldn’t help it.

He, on the other hand, was unmoved.

“Kids. I said that earlier, didn’t I?”

“You said nothing of the sort.”

“Hm. I could have sworn I did.”

Rafael shuffles by with his gold horse. Gabriel snickers at the tired look on his face and starts to tease him from the sidelines.

“I bet you wish you weren’t rushing in here now, huh?”

His son only rolls his eyes and steers his horse away. The pinch in his eyebrows doesn’t quiver as he finishes off a lap.

It’s not long before another child comes by mouthing ‘help me, please’ with all of his might. While Rafael looks like Gabriel with hints of someone else, this one was a carbon copy of him with a scar embedded in his cheek. Looking at him, you can picture the stories of mischief about a younger Gabriel a lot easier.

His dad only shrugged at him and gestured to keep riding.

“How long do they need to do this for?” you ask, watching a mini-Miguel come closer. He hardly blinks, little face focusing on his horse. “How long have they been doing this today, rather?”

“Good question. Usually they do warmups catered to their horses and their specific riding categories. This pony show is news to me.”

Gabriella reaches the gate and her puppy dog eyes are in tact.

“Tío, I’m hungry,”she pouts.

“Y’all didn’t eat yet?” Gabriel walks by the gate alongside her.

“Nuh uh! Daddy said we needed to do laps first. But I’m starving right now!”

Her uncle tries to keep a light face, but you can see the cracks in his mask through the way his lips tighten over his teeth.

“Tell you what, go put Flora in a stable and come on back,” Gabriel sighs. “In fact, all of y’all stop and take a break.”

He unlocks the gate and holds it until everyone is out and turning into the large side doors. It’s not until the last child leaves that Gabriel’s demeanor shifts from bubbly to blunt.

“Are you crazy?” Gabriel starts. He holds onto the top of the fence as he limps towards his brother. “Having these kids up here in the morning with no food?”

“I told you and her to be here early this morning.” Miguel stops to check his watch. “And if I’m not mistaken, I said to be here at seven on the dot. It’s nearly two hours later.”

“What does that have to do with the damn kids, Miguel?”

“We work as a team. Can’t start nothing without everybody here and accounted for. You already know that.”

Gabriel slams the gate, rattling the entire fence.

“I’m gonna walk away because you fixin’ to aggravate my nerves and I don’t need that this morning.”

“Good. There’s nothing to argue about.”

Gabriel waves his hand in frustration, grunting to sound Miguel out. He turns around, barely mustering a smile to you before he stomps off after the kids.

Left standing awkwardly, you place your hands in your back pockets for comfort.

Though you hadn’t known him long, you never thought you would see Gabriel get that upset. He seemed so happy-go-lucky in everything that he did, even in his sliver of sadness.

Still, you would be furious too if someone had your kids up and working without any type of fuel.

The culprit was currently walking towards you with his hands on his hips.

Miguel looks down at you, gaze lingering on your legs. His lips twitched as you shuffled a bit, folding your arms under your chest.

“You’re wearing shorts to work?”

Of all the things he could have said, that wasn’t what you were expecting.

Looking down, your mouth twists to the side in irritation before you can even stop it.

They weren’t exactly daisy dukes, though if you bend forward enough, they could be. The ripped hems hug your skin and don’t leave much to the imagination, but it was the first pair you grabbed.

You count to three, fix your face, and unfold your arms.

“It’s hot. Is that a problem?”

When you look back at him, his head tilts, brown eyes trailing back up to your face.

“It’s adequate.”

“Adequate?”

He takes his cap off, runs a hand through his hair, and places it back on. He breathes in and the white shirt under his jacket constricts.

“For a barbecue. Not cleaning stables.”

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t have the same pair of pants in five million colors,” you scoff. “What would you like me to do, sir?”

“I would like for you to be on time. This is your second strike.”

Biting back a comment about how your life was left in the hands of his accident prone brother and his drooping companion, you simply nod.

“I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

“I don’t need you to try, I need you to act. It would be much more appreciated,” he walks a bit closer to you, your head rising up and up to meet his eyes. “Understood?”

“Understood. Heard loud and clear. Sir.”

His eyelids lower slightly and you wait for yet another thing to respond to. Yet, he stares at you for longer than necessary to get his point across.

“First things first, I need you to level out the arena.”

“Alright. And how do I do that?”

Miguel’s eyebrows pinch, his expression perturbed. You look to the lumpy sand mixture spread under light walls and a windowed roof then look back at him.

“You’re asking me…how to even out sand?”

“Is there no special procedure?”

“Will I have to tell you how to do everything moving forward?”

Sighing, you reach up to twist your braids over and over to pin them up into a bun. “The kids will be here practicing some more, right? I just want to make sure that everything is done properly. No harmed toe or hoof on behalf of me not knowing what I’m doing.”

Miguel stares again. This time, you really can’t tell what he’s thinking.

He walks off to the doors where the kids went, leaving you alone.

It’s not like the arena was a sandbox you claimed at the park. It was a stomping ground for an animal twice your size. Wasn’t it better to be safe than sorry?

Miguel comes back with a long, handmade contraption in his arms. It’s a piece of wood bolted to a wired fence with chain links dangling from it. He kicks open the gate and drops it, particles flying everywhere.

He dusts his hands off and turns to you. “Since you’re not tractor certified-”

“How would you know that?” The words fly out of you before you can stop them.

“Well, are you?”

Peeved, you look off as you shake your head. The last time you worked a standard shift was when your dad told you when to shift the gears of his truck on the ride to school. You weren’t even driving. You were 10.

“Right, like I said. Since you’re not tractor certified, you’re gonna take this here chain, and drag this harrow in a circle ‘round the arena. Simple.”

“Ok.” You step on the sand and take the chain from him. It’s rusty and dry, leaving residue on your fingers at every touch.

Miguel steps out of your way and back by the fence. He resumes the position he had earlier. Now, you feel like the show pony.

“Get to pullin’,” Miguel taps the fence twice. “We ain’t got all day.”

Taking your tongue between your teeth, you yank the chain, expecting it to move swiftly. When it yanks you back, the sound of metal clanking together echoes through the building, and you want the sand to create a funnel to pull you in.

How the hell did he even pick up this piece of junk?

You try again to no avail. The wood only budges about a centimeter. You curse under your breath.

“If that’s too much, I got a rake with your name on it,” Miguel offers. It feels like he’s right behind you and if you look at him now, you might blow a fuse.

Bending your knees, you tighten your grip and pull. The harrow moves slowly, leaving shaky lines in its wake.

It’s not until you’re finally turning your first corner five minutes later that Miguel calls out again.

“I got a yard rake and this hand harrow!”

Stubborn, you keep pulling, muttering a “fuck you,” using the distance to your advantage.

“What was that?” Miguel yells.

“I said no thank you! I got it.”

For thirty more minutes, you build up a sweat by dragging a gate around. Your face is dewy and your t-shirt is sticking to your armpits. When you make it back to where Miguel is standing, your back is drenched.

“Good,” he nods, looking at your work. “Now, you need to take it up the middle and run over it again.”

“What?”

“Look at it,” he bends his head to point at the arena floor. “It ain’t all even. Still bumpy. You gotta run it again.”

“Miguel.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. You purse your lips in response.

“Mr. O’Hara, this alone took half an hour.”

“Are you complaining right now? Do you not wanna work?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth. You just stood over there and said the kids need to practice. By the time I finish, it’ll be time for them to eat again.”

“And that’s why punctuality is important. Right?”

You felt like that point was made yesterday when you were scrubbing manure out of the crevices of your shoes. Still, you pulled the chain and made your way down the center of the arena.

By the time the kids reenter the room, your hands are sore from trying to stop the chain from slipping from your grasp.

Rafael stands with a look of concern on his face as you inch past the fence.

“Why are you dragging that?”

“Ask your uncle.”

Miguel shrugs as Rafael looks at him, “I tried to give her the rake.”

Your eye twitches and you want to whack him with the wood you’re pulling. Too bad you couldn’t pick it up without some help.

“Are you ok?” Rafael lowers his voice, hand on Miguel’s shoulder. You don’t hear his answer over the metal.

The two of them continue talking with Miguel’s attention still on you. His nephew is shaking his head, hands moving dramatically. When you pause for a deep breath, you swear you can hear him tell Miguel to grow up.

The gate swings open and Rafael walks toward you. He taps your shoulder and grabs the chain.

“Hey, I’ll take it from here.”

“Did you guys ever eat?” you wipe some sweat from your jaw. “That’s more important. I can handle this much.”

“No, you’ve been doing this for too long and I’m scared you’re going to pass out. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’d rather me pass out than y’all.”

Rafael’s shoulders slump, “You’ve done enough, ma’am. Without you, we’d be riding on empty stomachs. Please, go sit and drink some water.”

His sincerity gets you to quit, your urge to prove Miguel wrong also subsides. Miguel couldn’t even look you in the eye as you go to sit on the ground.

The children peer at you from the doors and you try your best to smile. You think you look worn out, though.

Gabriella comes to you as you fan your neck, a cold water bottle in her hands.

“Here you go,” she squats in front of you, an arms-length away. “Sometimes when I’m hot, I shake it and put it on my forehead.”

Thanking her, you do just that, the touch of the plastic cooling you down.

Gabriella moves to sit with her legs scrunched up, cheek on her arm as she stares. That same sparkle in her eyes from yesterday afternoon is back.

“Ah,” you sigh, feeling shy. “Where are my manners? How are you feeling today, Gabriella?”

She perks up, timid demeanor unfolding like a flower waking up. She scooches closer until her purple and black cowgirl boots touch the tips of your docs.

“I’m doing good!”

“I’m happy you’re doing good.”

She starts to say something then stops, face unable to hide her emotion. Her button nose scrunches up in determination.

“Do you like popsicles?”

Snorting, you move the bottle to your neck, “I love popsicles.”

She looks back to Miguel who’s tying the harrow to the back of a muddy quad. You want to laugh in disbelief as Rafael hops on it to finish the job you started.

It wasn’t even a tractor.

Gabriella grabs your wrist. “Follow me.”

“Here,” she passes you a red freezer pop. You hadn’t had one in over a decade. “I saw Daddy put them in here yesterday. He doesn’t know that I saw him.”

You gasp dramatically, “Gabriella! Are you sneaky?”

“Nuh uh!” she hushes, “’m not sneaky. I’m smooth! Like Jade.”

Thinking about how she snuck past her family to get into your house yesterday, you’d have to agree.

“We gotta hurry and eat fast. I think I have to practice barrel racing after Manny.”

She holds out her pink popsicle like a glass to clink and you say cheers with a grin. The two of you lean on a deep freezer and eat quietly.

“Wanna know a secret?” Gabriella asks.

“Always!”

She beckons you closer and you lean down to hear.

“Sometimes, Daddy farts in his sleep.”

Whether the grimace or the laugh comes first, you’re gasping for air at Gabriella’s words. She giggles behind her hands next to you and it’s the cutest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Does he really?”

“Yeah! And he snores too loud. It wakes me up.”

The idea you have of him shifts a bit more. This tall, serious, and stern man has his flaws. And the bubble guts too, apparently.

“I’m sorry for what he made you do earlier. Usually, that’s a boy’s job.”

“Hey, you don’t need to say sorry for him,” you look at her and you want to give her a hug. She looks like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. “He might do things that I don’t understand, but that’s not your fault.”

“But it wasn’t right. He always tells me to be kind even when others aren’t kind to me.” She lowers her tone as best as she can, “Sunshine, it don’t cost a dime to be kind. You’ll be rich.”

You nod your head slowly. A broken clock was right twice a day.

“Well, how I see it, you’re doing right by listening to your dad. You’ve been kind enough to me for the both of you and then some. Still, I’m a big girl. I can handle it. Any job he throws at me, I’ll get it done. Thank you for worrying about me.”

“And here I thought y’all two were running ‘round with the cows.”

You and Gabriella jump, throwing the plastic behind you as Gabriel leans on the doorway.

“Gabriel! Aren’t we happy to see you, right Gabbie?”

“Right!”

“I bet y’all are,” he shakes his head and points behind him. “Get on back to the arena Baby Girl.”

She looks at you apologetically and runs off, her uncle patting her head as she zooms by.

“How you holdin’ up?” Gabriel asks.

“Possibly worst than you were when you left. Arguably the same. Gabriella was an angel though and improved my mood.”

“She tends to have that effect on others. And letting you in on the secret popsicle stash? She must really like you. She won’t even let poor Manny have a fourth of one.”

“You know, that’s the second time I’ve heard that name. Should we put a face to it?”

He bows, hat to his chest, “After you.”

The boys are standing up from tallest to shortest like a xylophone, per Gabriel’s request. One short shout of “round up!” had them lining up with begrudging steps.

“Where are those smiles at? Ain’t y’all happy to be a O’Hara?” Gabriel has his hands on his hips and the tone of a coach.

A chorus of yes’s echoes through the arena and Gabriel claps loudly.

“Good! That’s what I like to hear.”

He walks past them like a colonel, tapping shoulders and lifting chins. Behind you, Miguel sighs and throws a saddle over the fence.

“This is Rafael, you met him this morning. My oldest, my flesh and blood, my little rascal, my superstar, the Best Junior Cowboy in the land-”

“So, this morning was a bit,” you cut in.

Gabriel stamps his boot in the ground, “Dammit, I just can’t finish boasting ‘bout my child, can I?”

“My fault. Continue.”

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, the Best Junior Cowboy in the land and soon to be the best Cowboy in the land.”

“We don’t know that,” Rafael hums.

“Yes, the hell we do, boy. Don’t start. Tighten up.”

Rafael exhales through his nose as his father steps past him.

“This is Gage, my second oldest, but most of the time, we call him Junior.”

You watch him shift his stance, thumbs hooked through his belt loops and crocodile boots peaking out from under his jeans. The smile he sported look just like Gabriel’s when he told you he beat Miguel in a mud truck race.

Looking between Gage and Rafael, a question forms.

“Twins?”

“Irish,” Gabriel, Rafael, and Gage respond in unison.

“That makes sense.”

Gabriel looks at his son up and down as he poses. “I thought I told you not to wear them boots out here. All you’re ‘bout to do is tear ‘em up.”

“Not if your dog gets a hold of ‘em, first! I tried to get ‘em out his mouth, but he thought I was playin’ and tugged for twenty minutes.”

Rafael’s shoulders shook as he laughed and Gage elbowed him in the stomach in retaliation.

“And I told you stop leaving your shoes wherever you please. You’re not the only one that lives in that house.”

You watched the two of them fuss and the nickname Junior became more and more accurate. Gabriel was arguing with himself.

“Ok, ok, we get it. Don’t leave my shoes on the floor. When do we to get to the part where you list all of my accolades?” Gage grins at his father, teeth sparkling in the same way.

It’s your turn to snicker as Gabriel smacks the back of his head. His son groans loudly and ruffles his hair.

“It took me all morning to do this! I woke up extra early!”

“Son, you look the same as any other day.”

“Exactly. Perfect.”

Tired, Gabriel turns to you, “As you can see, a handful. He has the potential to be the best bronc rider if he wasn’t so worried ‘bout lookin’ in the damn mirror all the time.”

“Clothes make the man. Didn’t you teach me that?” Gage squints at his father. He turns to smile at you, “I like your shorts, for one.”

You start to thank him when two smacks on his head from Gabriel and Rafael stop you. Miguel tells him to watch his mouth from the chair he pulled up by the wall. You look to him and his leg crossed with a shaking foot, a frown on his face. Gabriella is sprawled out over his lap pretending to fly.

“Moving on,” Gabriel gives Gage a knowing look to which he avoids. “This is Ricardo. He’ll be the first cowboy with a Michelin star.”

“A cowboy already has two, Pa,” Ricardo says.

He looks embarrassed as Gabriel takes a thumb and smooths out his thick eyebrows. His auburn hair and his heart-shaped birthmark makes him stand out from his siblings.

“You’ll have ten!”

“They only go up to three.”

“Are you questioning me?”

Huffing, Ricardo shook his head as Gabriel steps past.

“Last, but not least, is my prodigy, Manuel.”

You looked down to see a child who you thought was Miguel’s. Suddenly, it’s like you’re standing outside with your suitcase and your hand out again.

“It’s nice to nice to meet you ma’am,” his little voice even reminds you of his uncle. His attitude is miles better.

“It’s lovely to meet you, too.”

Looking at them all like this, you could see Gabriel’s influence. Whether it’s the personality, the playfulness, the talent, or the entire person, his boys were parts of him.

He took his boys into his arms, half of them reluctant, half of them unbothered.

“These are my kiddos. You’ll see them running around more often than not.”

You repeat their names again and introduce yourself with hopes to getting to know them better.

Gabriel begins another speech, going on and on about the importance of family and the pride of the ranch.

Miguel cuts him off with Gabriella latched onto his back like a koala.

“This is great. Fantastic even. I needed this speech this morning when you were off doing God knows what. Right now though, the boys need to practice for at least 15 minutes each.”

“Fifteen minutes?” Gage wails.

“Make it 30. You’re up first. Go get Prince ready.”

Gage looks from his uncle to his dad in disbelief.

“Gotta fight for those accolades, son.”

“It’s cool,” Gage says as he grins at you. “I get to show off my skills.”

“Make it 45 and a lap ‘round the arena.”

His second eldest nephew shrieks as Rafael kicks him in the shin.

Miguel addresses the rest of his nephews with sharp snaps. “Y’all go stretch. We don’t want any more accidents like the hot shot over here.”

“I can’t win for losing,” Gabriel grumbles.

With how Miguel was acting, you were worried that the boys would be here all night. If you took in Rafael’s composure, this seemed like a normal occurrence. If you considered Gage’s complaints, this seemed like unnecessary torture.

Be that as it may, that practice wasn’t for nothing.

Gabriel’s boasting made sense as you watched each of his boys rip and run with their stallions. Although Miguel and Gabriel had a note after each pull of the reign or spin of the lasso, you were truly awed.

To Rafael riding with one foot in a stirrup to swiftly slide on the ground to Ricardo tying knots in under 10 seconds to Manuel catching a calf like it’s nothing.

Even as Gage almost busts his butt hopping off his horse, you want to clap.

“I was ‘posed to do that!” he’s wiping his hands down his jeans as he reassures you.

“No, you weren’t,” Miguel writes on the clipboard he’s been holding since practice began. “Go get the balance board.”

As the boys finish up, they start to file in next to you on metal folding chairs, the creaks loud under the roof. The hats they wore placed securely in their laps and they all look exhausted.

The last to practice was Gabriella.

She hopped on Flora with spunk, rubbing the horse’s neck and talking to her.

“Ya ready, Sunshine?” Miguel has a timer in his hand.

“Yeah!”

When he says go, nothing could have prepared you for the switch. Gabriella is like a swirl of pinks and lilacs as she takes off, turning and dodging barrels with ease. Two laps feels like two seconds as she runs off with Flora down the arena.

“What’s the time?” Gabriel asks, leaning forward.

Miguel looks at him, “16.923.”

He jumps up with a shout. “That’s my baby girl!”

Gabriella lets out a shriek as she steps down from Flora. She runs to Miguel who drops the board and swings her up in his arms.

“Muy bien, mija,” he kisses her cheeks with a soft smile. “That was your best score yet.”

“Did ya see? I held on tight like you said! And, and, and I kept my pinkie toe in the stirrup!”

“I know, I know! I saw you. We gotta work on that left barrel turn, though.”

Gabriella groans and bends backward like she’s about to fall out of his arms. He’s quick to catch her, face unmoving as if he’s used to that move.

It was the most gentle you’ve seen him all day.

“Give her some slack,” Gabriel walks towards them. “They’ve all worked hard today and I’m ready to eat. And I’m tired.”

At the thought of food, his sons hopped up from their seats, heading to the stables to prep to leave.

“How you tired when you just sat there all day?”

“Speaking of eating,” Gabriel grins at his phone with a fire in his eyes. “Mami is ready for me to come on home.”

Miguel pushes Gabriel’s face out of his own with disgust. He points to his daughter still in his arms. “Time and place.”

“Tío, can Tee Tee do my hair tomorrow?”

Gabriel pushes her hair back and gives her a sad look.

“I’m not sure Baby Girl, she hasn’t been feeling too dandy today. This month has been hard on her.”

Her eyelashes flutter sadly and Gabriel becomes a puddle.

“H-how ‘bout I do it, huh? What d’ya think ‘bout that?”

“The last time you did it, you took a chunk out.”

Your jaw drops in horror and Gabriella’s bottom lip wobbles.

“That was an accident, Gabbie. You know I didn’t mean it! W-what about your daddy? He can do it!”

“He brushes my hair too hard! It hurts!”

Miguel bounces her a bit, trying to calm her down. “Sunshine, I’ll just have to do it in a pigtail like always. You’re gonna be wearing a helmet. You don’t need to worry ‘bout all that. ”

Her dad might as well have told her that she couldn’t wear pink anymore because she’s start sobbing like a baby. Gabriel panics and pulls her from Miguel’s arms trying to shush her.

Manuel peeks around the corner with a frown, pecan eyes finding Gabriella in tears.

Miguel rubs her back, line in his forehead becoming more prominent.

Taking a tiny step, you went out on a limb.

“I could do her hair. If you don’t mind. If she’s comfortable.”

The three of them look at you and the air around Gabriel shifts.

“Could you really?”

“Yeah! It wouldn’t be hard at all.”

“I could have it like yours?” Gabriella’s voice wobbles and you nod your head.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

You look to Miguel who regards you with a displeasure worse than this morning, more severe than yesterday.

“No.”

The sun was lower, leaving rays to slant across the gray floors. His mouth was cast in a shadow, but his eyes read clear.

“But Daddy-"

“I said no, Gabriella.”

She looks at her father with uncertainty, chest shaking with every breath she took. She writhes, making Gabriel quickly place her on the ground, then she runs off. Manuel follows after her, calling her name.

Gabriel sighs, “Really, Miguel?”

“Really. Go get her horse, since you feel like you run shit.”

“The girl’s asking for something small and we have someone here to help out. We have the means to give it to her.”

“And I didn’t ask for any goddamn help,” he points a finger to Gabriel’s chest. “Not with this farm, not with my work, and for damn sure, not with my own child.”

He brushes past his brother, shoulders knocking into his. When he marches towards you, your nails dig into your palms.

Leaning down, he levels himself with you and blocks the light from your view. “That’s strike three. I want you out of here come the morning.”

You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you're watching his figure walk beyond where the light could touch.

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headcanons relationship!

with pre cult! kai anderson x gn!reader

notes: ok I came back a little later than I wanted, but ok, at least I kept my promise lol, enjoy!

warning: nothing special at the beginning, except for jealousy and self-doubt kai, maybe kai is still a little ooc! at the end there will be a moment with possession, sexual themes (not explicit), spoilers, mention of death and corpses, anyway I will leave a note before this, so read carefully!!

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with the obvious: kai is an awkward virgin who has never even been kissed, he literally sits in his basement 24/7 and is the boss of reddit and 4chan and when he found you... god put a leash on him

it will literally be so difficult to tear him away from you at the beginning of the friendship, you are probably literally his only friend (not counting those very dubious dudes in the above-mentioned reddit and 4chan), of course he will be hooked on you and will be with you forever like gum on your jeans

most likely, you will confess first because he is too awkward and is afraid of rejection, he is also afraid that you will consider him an eccentric and completely reject him (he literally dreamed about this a couple of times and woke up in a cold sweat)

but when you admit... oh, be prepared that now he is not just chewing gum, but a stain that can never be removed with more than one washing powder, he has completely fallen

when you first hold his hand he has a little explosion in his head, his hand immediately becomes sweaty and sticky, you'll probably have to wash your hand (and him too) because he's a super wet boy

with kisses it will be twice as bad, if they are quick and on the cheek (most often on his initiative) then he will simply blush and wipe his sweaty palms on his jeans

if it’s on the lips, then he will lose consciousness, no, he will literally lose consciousness, his brain simply cannot withstand the overabundance of impulses and small atomic explosions in his heart and he will pass out

you are literally his first, just love him 😔

often when you hang out at his house (because he is a very antisocial person) you also often hear his parents arguing, at such moments Kai closes down and the tension in the air next to him can be felt for a kilometer. then you will try to distract him with careless kisses, talking about nothingthan watching some B-movie

most likely, he will tell some shameful secret about himself, such as: when his parents quarreled as a child (not so intensely, of course), he hid under the bed and then when he was already a more mature child/teenager. when you offer to do the same, but now he will be embarrassed and try to play "grown boy", but in the end he will crawl under the bed with you and you will casually kiss and talk about some nonsense (based on my conversation with the bot kai ♡)

speaking of parents, here are a few stories:

if you are a girl, then his father will consider you a stupid whore who only takes advantage of Kai and will leave him as soon as he has had enough (Kai is very upset, but he cannot do anything because he is afraid of his father)

if you're a guy, then kai's father definitely doesn't need to know about your relationship, he doesn't want his son to be some kind of "faggot", his father has already verbally attacked you a couple of times because he thought you weren't "manly" enough (kai still it's frustrating, but he understands that hiding is the best thingoption)

if you're genderqueer, then... well, his dad doesn't understand that, so he'll judge you based on your gender

however, his mother would accept you normally no matter who you are, even if you are a guy or genderqueer (she will get used to it)

with his brother and sister being more difficult, Winter and Vincent probably wouldn’t care? (or rather, they wouldn’t focus on it because they are busy with their own affairs) but they would be fine with the fact that their brother comes out of his shell and begins to contact at least someone

on especially difficult days, kai sometimes offers to run away to another city together, find a crappy, dirty apartment in a clearly unpleasant part of the city, find a dead-end job without career growth and live together... even if everything is bad, but at least there are no quarrels between his parents...

if you also have problems in your family, then you will become a support and consolation for each other and would always tell each other whatever you want, in the case of kai, his parents divorced, and in yours they either divorced, or if you have one toxic parent, then they would stop putting so much pressure on you... anyway you would they wanted Kai’s parents to stop putting pressure on him and yours to stop putting pressure on youif you have good parents, then Kai would definitely be jealous, but if they accepted him, he would have a reason to stay with you longer and basically hang out at your house 24/7

kai loves little moments of intimacy... he doesn't have much money, and the only thing he can give you is physical affection (which he saw in the cinema). you often lie together on the bed with your eyes closed, kai just holds your hand, pressing his nose against yours and rubbing itthumb on the back of your hand, he rarely whispers any comments and most often these are some sweet things like: “I love you”, “you make me feel freer”, “your hand is so soft”, etc.

he loves to hug you and bury his head in your chest, he loves when you run your hands on his head, sorting through the strands, he loves to lie on your lap with his nose buried in your stomach, he loves when you stroke him like a little kitten or when you gently rub him nails on his back, he lovesall the affection that you give him and will do the same for you if you ask... just let him be small for a while in your relationship, he needs it, he is tired of all this testosterone masculinity that his father is trying to stick into him

kai will try to make something with his own hands, a bracelet, a decoration for a bag (which you end up not wearing because you are afraid of losing), some kind of necklace and all that. he tries, threads, glue, or something unevenly cut, glued, etc. are always sticking out of the object, but you never throw it away...because kai did it

(spoiler: all his hands are covered in scratches, burns from hot glue, fingers are glued together somewhere and you always deal with this by covering his fingers and hands with bandages)

Kai is easily jealous, simply because he is unsure of himself and thinks that you can leave him for another person and because of this you have frequent quarrels, because he thinks that you are about to leave (he always apologizes almost on my knees asking for forgiveness because I’m afraid of losing you)

but when he sees you with another person, it takes a lot of time to explain to Kay that this person is just a friend and nothing more, if for some reason you fail to explain (you don’t find out what he saw) he will cry, think a lot and think a lot (take the poor guy to a psychologist)

he lies that you are so beautiful, successful, kind, of course everyone wants you, and he is just an insecure guy without a job who can’t even kiss you normally because he is shy, of course you will leave him sooner or later for a more successful person, just convince him that this is not so and youboth are losers (it’s better this way because if you tell him that he’s good, he won’t believe it because he knows it’s not true)

warning!! this is where more disturbing themes begin, if you don’t want to read about obsession, then skip it!

when his parents die... oh he will definitely become more dependent on you and will literally need you

he will do anything to keep you close to him, he will become more intrusive

when you leave, you must tell him where, why, with whom, how much, otherwise he will interrupt your phone with calls and texts and hysterics

his father doesn't accept you anyway, so he will just one day take you to his parents' corpses and say something like "now they will accept us because they won't have a choice", one day he will ask you to have sex in front of their corpses... have sex while the corpses are basically lying in the houseit's already tense... so you refuse and he'll sulk a little but acceptin principle, after the death of his parents, he felt a little better and he had some kind of confidence, so he is still putty in your hands, but it’s not a pity, simply because he is now obsessed with you (not as much as if he were a cult leader! kai, but still obsessed)

he doesn’t control you in everything, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt, that’s why he runs after you like a puppy

however, nothing will change much, except that he will begin to consider you a god/goddess, but this is still tolerable and worse will obviously await you in the future.

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notes: phew!! I’m unlikely to check this text for errors, so don’t let it be too obvious haha. I'm obsessed with pre cult kai so there will most likely be a lot of content coming out for that too!

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[give-some-lemons]

Love obsession from the first sight

Sylus x [nonMc]reader

~he saw you casually walking on a street with your drink in one hand and a cell phone in the other. It seemed you were talking to someone. Someone who made your face bloom with smile and laughter. He was, well to say it correctly, intrigued by you, your manner of speaking, the light movement of your hand while twirling your drink with abandon and the way your lips curled in a wonderful smile showing your teeth.

~from that moment he slowly began to lose his mind over you, seeing you in his most passionate dreams waking up with sweat all over his body and tightness underneath his pants. No matter what he did his thoughts were always returning to you making it impossible to concentrate on work or any other business. At first he found that annoying, just think of it, a terrifying Onychinus leader who was defeated by his own mind playing a cruel trick on him, how pathetic. Then there was concern, the more he thought of you the more his obsession grew and it seemed like the only way to deal with it it’s to get this woman. Make her belong to him fully with her body and mind and that’s exactly what he’s willing to do

~he’d always watching you, usually it’s Mephisto the one he used for it, showing him every piece of your everyday routine which he wanted to be part of, waking up with you in his arms, drinking coffee on your balcony, while sharing a private talk about everything and then go off to work with a feather light kiss of yours on his cheek. He smiled every time imagining this with anticipation that all of that will come true soon enough

~when it comes to gifts and spoiling there is nobody who would be better in it than this man. Packs with an expensive clothes and jewelry laying at your door almost every day when you returned late from work, leaving you wonder who could possibly be that from. Your morning could start with a cup of favorite drink and breakfast from that place you liked earlier and end with dinner in some fancy place you received an invitation to with a weird waiters in a crow masks, who seemed to know all your preferences in food.

~sitting with a glass of an expensive beverage in his slim hand, he scanned every corner of the club searching for you to finally appear, sending every girl who badly wanted his attention away with this deadly look in his eyes that was sending shivers down to their spine. He waited for the only one who captured his gaze and warmed his heart after such a long time.

~and there you was in that stunning, revealing dress of yours which he chose by himself, catching an eye of everybody in the room as you walked in. Men turning their heads just to take a look, women with jealousy in their glances and him, devouring you with his crimson eyes as he was in hunger for the past decades and no one else except you can satisfy it.

~but when he approached trying to ask you out you just… rejected him with an awkward smile on your beautiful face leaving him stand there with his eyes wide open in shock. He smirked, inhaling air where your perfume still was. Well that looked like a beginning of fun and extremely dangerous game you started

~that peasant who was stupid enough to decide to drug you was like an eyesore, surrounding you with his unpleasant presence for the whole evening and trying to let your guard down with that disgusting smirks of his, but at least there was some use in him. The moment you felt weakness in your legs and a fog slowly taking over your mind your unwanted companion was pushed away with all strength the white haired man had, quickly lifting you up despite protests of that little parasite. He’ll take care of that bastard later, but now you were his main priority.

~you woke up hours later felling cold silk sheets underneath, the ones that you definitely don’t possess in your house. Even tho your sight still wasn’t clear enough seeing black dots here and there over the room you could tell with confidence — it wasn’t your bedroom, nor any of your friends. Sitting on the bed with heaviness of your body and head, you tried to look around without falling back. Huge room in black and red tones, with a fireplace, few sofas, which looked like a couple of your month salaries, and a window that took the whole wall, showing dark skyscrapers outside. That wasn’t Lincoln City and that fact was terrifying to acknowledge.

~and then you notice a dark figure sitting in a corner, watching you all that time like your struggling was nothing more than an entertainment for him. Dark chuckle escaped the lips of a mysterious man when he stood upon all his height, slowly walking closer to you still sitting on his bed. And then you recognized that perfect face with a predatory look intended only for you, as he approached.

~get off me you perverted freak. — you hissed at him like a wild animal that was cornered and tried to bite with the last drop of strength that left.

~oh? I thought you were enjoying my attention more than enough. — he said with that velvet voice of his that spread over your body like a viscous nectar settling on the bones.

~you were smart enough to add two plus two and get him watching you all along, following everywhere like a misty shadow who quickly disappeared before you could even placed your eyes on him.

~at that moment emotions bursted in your mind: fear of how vulnerable you was in the moment, unable to defend yourself against the monster in front of you, anger and disgust of how could somebody come to decision to stalk you, sneaking around like a vile snake just because of their damaged ego but there was another one, like a voice in your mind that was becoming stronger with each second — a desire to compete. And it looks like the fire in your eyes was strong enough for him to notice and reward you with an understanding smirk. Now he definitely won’t let you go that easily.