#excuse the language but mama is done

[pinksturniolo]

hands on - chris sturniolo

warnings: nsfw content, smut

a/n:chris’s hands are sooo sexy i just had to write a lil essay on them 💦 i don’t know wtf this is, a blurb, drabble or hc but here u go 😭

✰ it’s painfully obvious (to me at least) that one of chris’s love language is physical touch and that means he would take his time running and caressing his large hands over your body, no doubt leaving goosebumps on your skin and making your heart race. he knows all your sweet spots, and loves to see the reaction your body has to his touch.

✰ when he holds hands with you, they almost engulf yours due to the size comparison. he’s always so soft, since he takes care of his nails and skin, and it drives you crazy just the way they look when he would rest one of his hands on your thigh, his veins showing when he squeezes you teasingly.

✰ speaking of teasing, chris would definitely rub your leg under the table at dinner, sneaking his fingers under the hem of your shorts, testing you to see how quiet you can be with everyone around. he would lean in close, his mouth against your ear so only you can hear him. “what’s wrong baby? feeling okay?” he would whisper as you visibly get nervous next to him, his hot breath on your neck as he inches his fingers even closer to the edge of your panties.

and the second he brushes your clit, rubbing you over the fabric and gathering your arousal on his fingertips, only to bring them up to his mouth, tasting you as he wraps his lips around his fingers…. you physically have to keep yourself from moaning aloud before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

✰ say it was your first time having someone touch you like that, the only exploring of your body done by your own hands. chris would be so patient and gentle with you. he takes his time getting you all worked up and ready for his fingers, kissing your lips, neck, chest and every inch of skin he can feel until you were panting and begging him to touch you. once he confirms you want this, he’s sliding his long slender fingers into you very slowly, the feeling of how wet and tight you are making him moan. “fuck baby, all this for me?” once you’re adjusted to the stretch, he revels in the little sounds and whimpers you make for him, and the feeling of his fingers filling you up is an almost overwhelming pleasure.

he would coo against your neck, “shhh ‘s okay mamas i got you, just relax. does it feel good? yeah?… shit- “ he looks down, watching the way he slips in and out of you. “you’re so fucking pretty, i can’t believe i have you all to myself..”

✰ you would be hyper fixated once he made you cum from just his fingers alone, to the point you had to pull him into one of the supply closets at the triplets warehouse when you guys were just hanging out one day. he had been teasing you all afternoon. sitting across from you and mindlessly scrolling on his phone, signing pictures, spinning the basketball on his finger. okay, maybe he was oblivious to the effect he had on you by simply doing nothing but you just couldn’t help it. you needed him. so you pull him towards the closet in the hallway, away from everyone, and push him against the wall once you’re inside, pressing your lips to his and gripping his arms and shoulders, his muscles flexing underneath your touch.

“what’s gotten into you?” he asks, a smirk on his face as he knows damn well what you’re craving and he doesn’t wait for your response before turning your body around so now you’re the one pressed against the wall as he stands behind you, his hands around your waist, briefly grinding his crotch against your ass before he slides his hands under your skirt, feeling the way you’re already so soaked for him. “please chris… i need you…” you admit, your voice coming out breathy and his eyes roll back into his head from the way you beg for him, as he thrusts two fingers inside you, wasting no time. you cry out as he slaps his hand around your mouth, muffling your sounds. “quiet baby, you don’t want everyone to hear us do you?”

you moan repeatedly into his hand and grip onto his arm tightly as he fingers you from behind, his boner pressing into the back of your thigh as he grinds against you, getting off from your neediness. his raspy voice rattling praises into your ear, “you wanted my fingers that bad baby? how do you think you can take my cock later if this is how worked up you get hm?… you can use me anytime you want, mama… you’re so perfect, just for me”

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[tomblythismyhusband]

makeup [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | anon request | Throughout your whole relationship with Billy, he had been cold. Finally you’d had enough. When telling him how you feel, Billy also reveals his true feelings which leads on to a night you both won’t forget.

[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, pnv, oral (fem!receiving), language, teasing, overstimulation, praise!kink, reader lowk bratty in the beginning

[wc]: 3.3k

[note]: thank you so much for the request!! I have the original request linked here. enjoyed writing this (even though I got a little carried away lowk….)

Cold. Thats one word to describe Billy’s behavior towards you recently. As you glared at the back of his head from across the bar you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hurt in your heart.

You see, you and Billy were in a relationship. A secret relationship. And honestly, you liked it like that. No one would know of your relations with a famously dangerous outlaw and you could still enjoy him.

The only problem was that Billy seemed to be drifting. He had been blowing you off more than usual and treating you differently. He was less touchy, more reserved, quiet.

You searched your brain to try to remember if you’d done something wrong to deserve this treatment but you couldn’t recall anything. And now, with your eyes boring holes into the back of his head as he laughed and drank with his friends you wondered if you should even put up with this anymore.

If he wasn’t going to treat you right then why even continue the relationship? I mean, sure he was phenomenal in bed but you also yearned for the emotional connection. And with Billy, emotions were never the main focus. He always dodged personal questions, always made excuses on why he didn’t want to talk about his feelings. The only times where he was honest were rare and usually occurred when he’d had too much whiskey.

You were a busy woman, and didn’t deserve to put up with this bullshit.

You gulped down the rest of your drink and stood up from where you sat in the bar. Seeing Billy enjoying his time with his friends made jealousy bubble up in your stomach. You wanted to get him back. Wanted to get him mad.

You knew you couldn’t directly speak to Billy without arousing suspicion about your relationship with him so instead you decided to make a subtle move. Something your mama had taught you to do.

You walked by Billy’s table,filled with clamoring cowboys. They all seemed to be drunk out of their minds. You spotted a man, swaying and slurring next to Billy holding a bottle of whiskey.

Smirking, you bumped into him, sending the man lurching forward, spilling the bottle of whiskey right onto Billy’s lap. Gasps and groans were heard in response to the “accident” you had caused.

“Oh! I’m sorry boys. Silly me.” You said with faux sincerity. You knew that all you had to do was bat your lashes and flash a smile and the mistake would be forgotten. And it worked. Worked on everyone except for the only man you made sure you’d really piss off. Billy.

“No problem darlin’.” One of the cowboys slurred, waving his hand dismissively as he grinned. Your eyes locked with Billy’s and you could almost see the burning anger in them.

“I hope you didn’t get too drenched..” You said sweetly, your lips forming a pout.

Billy glanced down at his whiskey soaked shirt and looked back up at you, making your heart flutter for a moment.

“No worries. I know you didn’t mean it ma’am.” He said through gritted teeth. You flashed him another grin and waved. “Well goodbye.”

With that you hurried out of the bar, a little bit of you hoping Billy would be on your heels demanding an explanation for your behavior.

To your disappointment he didn’t follow. Typical. He was great at ignoring and running away from problems that really needed fixing.

Deep down you knew that he would never make a scene running after you like that. He respected you and the secrecy of your relationship too much.

You huffed and walked down the creaky steps of the bar and started to make your way home. You felt only slightly intoxicated from your time drinking but it wasn’t enough to blur your judgment. You mulled over the thought of even continuing seeing Billy as you walked, biting your nails with indecision.

By the time you made it to your doorstep you made a final verdict. The next time you saw Billy you were going to call it quits. If he wasn’t going to put effort into wanting you then you didn’t want to waste your time any longer. You felt a bit lighter as the weight of the decision lifted from your mind. He would understand. He couldn’t have been oblivious to the way he was treating you.

The thought of telling Billy your decision definitely made you anxious, but you were doing this for you. You couldn’t take anymore of his standoffish attitude any longer.

Later that night you settled into bed, closing your eyes to dream when the sound of your window being wrenched open caused you to sit up quickly. Your heart beat loudly in your ears as you clutched your chest.

It was dark, the only shape you could make out was a dark figure at the edge of your bed which was lightly illuminated by the moonlight. The wind whisked in a cold draft from the now open window causing you to shiver.

“Who’s there?” You said loudly, leaving the fear out of your voice.

“Guess.”

The voice was low and rough. You knew that tone anywhere. It had whispered to you in the dark on many occasions and now was no different. You felt your body relax as you threw off your covers and stood up from your bed.

“Billy.” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest. You could now make out his rugged appearance staring at you from a few feet away. His shirt was wrinkled and missing the buttons at the top, and his hair was rumpled as well. You couldn’t deny he looked gorgeous though, with the way his blue eyes still shone bright in the darkness.

You heard his boots thump on the ground as he stepped closer to you.

“Want to explain why the hell you knocked a man’s whiskey all over me tonight?” He said in a low voice. You could feel the intensity of his gaze on you as he waited for an answer.

“It was an accident.” You shrugged. This earned a scoff from Billy. You knew he wouldn’t have believed your lie, but it was worth the shot.

“I may not know a lot of things Y/n.. but I know when you're lying.” He took another step forward and you frowned up at him.

You decided to bite the bullet and flat out tell him what you had been thinking about recently. The fate of your relationship with him.

“Billy, I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Billy froze. He had not been expecting that.

“…What?” He said slowly, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You repeated, a little louder now.

Billy’s mouth parted with disbelief. You rolled your eyes and let out a breath.

“You really couldn’t have seen this coming? You’ve been distant for weeks. Cold. I can’t let you waltz around and treat me like this anymore.”

Billy laughed, even though there was no trace of humor in his eyes.

“Cold?” He chuckled. “I haven’t treated you any differently than when we first started dating.”

You scoffed, glaring at him. “Are you serious? You’ve seemingly avoided me for weeks. You don’t even try to see me anymore. You're either out doing god knows what or drinking your brains out at the saloon!” You felt anger bubble up in your gut. How could he be so.. uncaring?

Billy shook his head. “That ain’t true, I try to see yo-“

“Don’t lie. Don’t you dare lie to me Billy.” You snapped, taking a step forward to emphasize the demand.

Billy crossed his arms, not liking your tone nor your accusations.

“You’ve been treating me like shit.” You said angrily. “And I’m tired of it.”

Billy’s jaw ticked at your words. He tore a hand through his brown curls with frustration. “Darlin’ I didn’t-“

“No.” You cut him off again. “Don’t darling me.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you began to pace.

“All I ever do is wait for you. Wait for you to see me, wait for you to pay attention to me. And guess what? You never do. I’m not gonna walk and wait for you any longer. I’m tired of it I-“

Billy took a step forward, grabbing your shoulders, stopping you from pacing. The action caught you off guard, causing the breath to escape your lungs. The bedroom went silent.

“It’s because I can’t fucking control myself around you.” Billy growled.

You froze in his grip, your brain replaying the words again and again. You didn’t know what the hell he was on about.

“W- what? What are you talking about?” You whispered, staring wide eyed up at him.

Billy let out the breath he had been holding in. His grip on your shoulders tightened. Not painful, but full of urgency.

“I can’t fuckin’ control myself around you Y/n. And I know I’ve been treating’ you like shit. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Scared to get in too deep, because when I look at you-.” He paused. “When I look at you all I want to do is love you and I know deep down I ain’t good for you.”

You blinked at him, not believing what you were hearing.

“What are you saying..” You whispered.

Billy looked down. “I’m saying I’m fucking in love with you Y/n. But- I know you don’t deserve someone like me- a nobody. And I push you away because honestly.. I’m scared that I'll mess something up. That you’ll leave. That I’ll hurt you.”

You shook your head quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Billy’s gaze flicked up to yours. “I already have.” He whispered.

You paused for a moment. “Is this really how you feel?” You said softly, searching his expression for answers. His blue eyes looked so much more fierce now with the added emotion.

Billy nodded. “It’s stupid, I know but goddamn it- You're perfect and I can’t help but go crazy around you.”

You lifted up his hands to cup his face. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt sooner..?” You murmured.

Billy turned his head into your cheek, kissing your palm softly. “I was scared Y/n. Scared of what you’d say. I’m sorry.” You felt his words vibrate against your palm sending a delicious shiver up your spine.

“Prove it.” You whispered.

Billy’s eyes flicked up to yours. “What?”

You could see the confusion in his expression as you cleared your throat.

“Prove it. Prove that you love me then.”

Billy hesitated, lips parted as his mind worked through the words coming out of your mouth. He then stood up straighter, slowly snaking a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Do I have your permission to darlin’?” He mumbled. Your body grew excited with anticipation. You were aware of what he was insinuating, and you were sure as hell not complaining.

“Yes.” You breathed, tilting your head to let Billy’s other hand slide around your neck. You felt his fingers brush across your jaw as he held you, his grip gentle. You tell he was holding back.

“Billy..” You said softly. He dipped his head lower towards yours. “Don’t.. don’t hold back.”

Billy’s eyebrows raised. He then squeezed your body slightly tighter. “Are you sure.. because I want to do so many things to you right now.” He murmured.

You nodded, but before you could even say anything in response he had you pinned against the wall. You gasped as he placed his lips on your own. He swallowed your moans, pushing his tongue between your lips, kissing you frantically as if he’d been starving. His hand encased your neck, keeping your head perfectly angled for his lips.

You liked this side of him, it felt real, raw. The way he nipped at your bottom lip between kisses, roamed his hands over your body, and let out tiny sounds of need made your heart thump louder in your chest.

You shut your eyes and gave into the feelings washing over you. The darkness made the feeling of his lips so surreal. You kept your eyes closed until you felt Billy tap your cheek lightly with his pointer and middle finger. You fluttered your eyelids open, lips parted looking up at him.

“Keep your eyes open darlin’.” Billy rasped, his eyes staring into your own. “I need you to be able to see how much I want you.” You let out a sigh at his words, a sigh of surprise. He’d never been this attentive when fucking you before.

Billy then took his hands and slid down the sleeves of your night dress. The cold air hit your bare shoulders instantly, but the chill was soon replaced with warmth when Billy placed his lips there.

Billy nipped at your collarbone, making his way closer to your chest with every kiss. While he kissed you, you could feel one of his hands slide up your leg, bunching up the fabric of your dress as it traveled.

“You're so perfect.” Billy mumbled against your skin.

You felt so overwhelmed with his touch you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him to fuck you. Right then and now.

“Billy-“ You gasped as he kissed the tops of your breasts, which were now peaking out of your dress due to how it had been pulled down, “I need you- please.”

You could feel Billy’s lips form a smirk against your chest. “Already?” He chuckled.

You took his face in your hands and guided it back up to your mouth. You kissed him feverishly, aching for more than he was giving to you.

“Let me pick you up.” You heard Billy mumble softly against your messy kisses. You moved yourself a little off the wall as Billy’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing before lifting you. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist and he carried you with ease over to your bed.

The world around you whirled as he laid you down on the bed roughly, bed springs creaking, before crawling on top of you to reach your lips again.

You tugged at his shirt as he kissed you, signaling to him that you wanted it off. Billy complied, sitting up, strong thighs straddling your waist, as he began to unbutton his shirt. You looked up at him with admiration. His curls were all tousled and arrayed across his forehead, his lips pink and plump due to your kisses.

Billy’s hands worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt before sliding down his suspenders and pulling off the garment and tossing it aside. His chest, defined and strong, was illuminated by the moonlight.

“Goddamn it, you're gorgeous.” You mumbled, feeling the butterflies in your stomach so intensely now. He let out a low chuckle, bending down to hover over you again.

You grabbed his neck and fiercely pulled him back onto you. Lips and teeth clashing with stronger intensity than before. Your hand flew up to dig itself in his curls as he began to trail his way down your body. He pushed up your night dress to your hips before you sat up slightly to pull it off over your head and onto the floor.

Billy smiled down at you admiring your breasts that now sat perfectly displayed as you laid there. Then he averted his eyes down to the pretty white panties you wore, desire. glinting in his eyes.

His fingers traced up your thighs, painfully slow even though you could tell he was doing everything in his power not to go batshit crazy and fuck the life out of you. You felt the sensation of his fingers gently skimming the fabric keeping him from your cunt.

You watched, biting your cheek in anticipation, as he slowly bent down towards your core, pulling down your panties and tossing them aside. You watched as Billy wet his lips before attaching his lips to your pussy.

You jolted, back immediately arching as he pushed his tongue throughout your folds, lapping up your slick.

“Fuck-“ You choked, mouth falling slack as he ate your cunt. His fingers placed themselves on your clit, massaging circles as his tongue worked on your folds. You panted as the knot in your gut became tighter and tighter, the pleasure growing by the second.

After a few more minutes of this you came, letting out a breathy moan at the unexpected intensity of it.

Billy grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling up so his face was over yours again. His eyes skimmed over your features as you came down from your climax. Billy bent down and kissed you again. You could taste yourself on his lips but you didn’t mind.

“You taste so damn good.” Billy murmured as he kissed you. You heard the clinking of his belt sliding off. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you snakes your hands around Billy’s body to grip his back.

Soon Billy’s trousers were thrown aside along with his boxers. At that moment you wanted him so bad that you kissed his face frantically, not letting him break for air. You felt the head of Billy’s cock prod at your opening, letting a moan escape your lips.

“I want all of you.” You whispered as you kissed him.

Billy let out a soft grunt in reply, sinking into you, filling you up. You both stopped for a moment just getting used to the feeling before Billy began to move his hips slowly. You squeezed him, nails digging into his back as he began to pick up the pace.

This was when Billy let go. hips snapping, mouth open, eyes fluttering, hands gripping you firmly. You were whisked away into your own world. A world where it was just you and him, moving together with ease, moans of pleasure escaping your lips.

“S’ good.” Billy moaned, thrusting harder into you. Your whimpers sounded sweet in his ears, reassuring him that he was making you feel good.

“Billy..” You breathed. “I’m- I-“ You stumbled over your words.

“I know doll.. I know.” Billy rasped, pounding into you relentlessly as his lips danced upon your skin, marking you as his.

Tears pricked in your eyes, the feeling of Billy’s cock absolutely overwhelmingly as you chased your second orgasm. The familiar knot of tension in your gut began to form again and by the feeling of Billy’s thrusts, he was close too.

Billy mumbled praises against your neck until he finally came. He let out a throaty moan as you clenched around him, intensifying his own orgasm.

You both laid still for a moment, Billy’s cock still buried deep inside of you. Then as exhaustion hit, you pulled Billy down so he was laying limp on top of you. You ran your hands through the curls that feathered over his forehead, now slick with sweat.

“I think you proved that you love me pretty well.” You whispered, playing with his hair still.

Billy let out a deep hum. You could feel the movement of his chest as he breathed as well as the rapid thumping of his heart.

“Darlin’ I’m just getting started.” He mumbled. You glanced down at him to see his eyes drooping shut, and you didn’t blame him. It was late. His words earned a chuckle from you as you dipped your head to place a soft kiss on his temple.

“Someone’s a little too tired for more I’m thinkin’.” You teased softly. Billy just let out another exhausted hum as an answer.

“Goodnight Billy.” You whispered, feeling your own wave of tiredness was over you. Billy shifted to wrap his hands around your naked body, making you, as well as him, more comfortable.

“I hope you never forget how much I love you.” Billy mumbled. You closed your eyes and listened to his breathing.

“I won’t.” You finally whispered back.

Soon soft snores escaped Billy’s lips, lulling you off into a sweet sleep, full of a newfound feelings for your lover. You felt as if you broke through his shell, and you were excited to get closer to him.

[rpmemes-galore]

Chappell Roan : The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess album ... sentence starters

tw for some sexual content and language

"Is it casual now?"

"You're losing it lately."

"I'm so sick of online love."

"It's gonna cause a scene."

"You wonder why I'm bitter…"

"I just wanna get to know ya."

"You coming home with me?"

"We're hot, we're drunk, wow."

"Won't make my mama proud."

"Mini skirt and my go-go boots."

"But I can't help what I can't help."

"Baby, why don't you come over?"

"Let's make this bed get squeaky."

"So slow down, sit down, it's new."

"Got so close, but then you lost it."

"Oh my god, you are heaven sent…"

"If karma's real, hope it's your turn."

"It's comical, the bridges you burn."

"Should've listened to your friends."

"If I didn't love you, it would be fine."

"Fell in love with the thought of you."

"So, baby, let's get freaky, get kinky."

"I thought you thought of me better."

"It's hot when you have a meltdown."

"Do you picture me like I picture you?"

"She showed me things I didn't know."

"Every place leads back to your place."

""Here we go, again. Everything is fine."

"Not overdramatic, I know what I want."

"And he was wearing these fugly jeans."

"Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine."

"Wishing you the best, in the worst way."

"This is what I wanted, this is what I like."

"Oh, some good girls do bad things, too."

"Can't be a good, good girl even if I tried."

"I try not to care, but it hurts my feelings."

"I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight."

"It's all in my head, but I want non-fiction."

"You're hating yourself, I'm feeling myself."

"I know you want it, baby, you can have it."

"I could be the one, or your new addiction."

"Never waste a Friday night on a first date."

"Now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out."

"I've been a good, good girl for a long time."

"But, baby, I like flirting, a lover by my side."

"So, now when we kiss, I have anger issues."

"I don't want the world, but I'll take this city."

"Could go to hell, but we'll probably be fine."

"Every night's another reason why I left it all."

"Got what you wanted, so stop feeling sorry."

"Ruined my credit, stole my cute aesthetic…"

"'Cause if we do coffee, it's never just coffee."

"I try to be the chill girl but, honestly, I'm not."

"We're leaving the planet and you can't come."

"People say I'm jealous, but my kink is karma."

"You'll say that you're sorry. I know that's a lie."

"Can't meet you for dinner at the Italian place."

"Um, can you play a song with a fucking beat?"

"Here come the excuses that fuel the illusions."

"That’s my type of fun, that's my kind of party."

"Who can blame a girl? Call me hot, not pretty."

"You don't have to stare, comе here, get with it!"

"I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line."

"And you're getting pissed off, it's getting me off."

"'Cause everything good happens after midnight."

"If you really wanna leave, I'll never make you stay."

"No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater."

"To think, I almost had it going, but I let you down."

"No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute!"

"I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the moonlight."

"I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the club lights."

"There's no one else who could. the only one is you."

"You sent him pictures and playlists and phone sex."

"I heard you like magic. I've got a wand and a rabbit."

"I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend, if you don't mind."

"We've done this before, and I don't need it anymore."

"It's not attractive wearing that dress and red lipstick."

"If it hasn't happened, yet, then maybe you should go."

"Who knew that we'd let it get this bad when it ended?"

"He doesn't have what it takes to be with a girl like me."

"I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell."

"My friends call me a loser, 'cause I'm still hanging around."

"Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me."

"I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you."

"Nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone."

"And you're getting called out, 'cause you're running your mouth."

"'Cause if we have wine, 'cause if we have wine. I know that's a lie."

"Lying to your friends about how he's such a goddamn good lover."

"What's it take to get your number? What's it take to bring you home?"

"Should've listened to your friends 'bout his girlfriend back in Boston."

"Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?"

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 27

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with! The illustration 2nd from the right is from the book Love You Forever by Robert Munsch, as is the song quoted at the end.

warnings/labels: mommy kink mentioned, Bruce is aggressively Bruce-ish about things (ie; doesn't know how to deal with his own emotions), childhood neglect and its consequences mentioned briefly, and teeth-rotting fluff! wc: 2k

Chapter Selection

Damian stood in the garage, his hands behind his back and a carefully expressionless look on his face. I hopped off Jason's bike as he parked, pulling my helmet and gloves off. “Hey kiddo!”

He nodded once. “Sister. I read Father's report on what happened at the store yesterday.”

I blinked a bit, setting my gear to the side. “Oh? … I can't read you right now, what's up?”

He gestured to the floor in front of him, and I stood where he gestured. “On your knees, please.”

I tilted my head, but did as he asked, and he finally showed me what was in his hands; a new bat-belt. This one orange, with more little black bats.

“Already? It's only been a month.” I looked up at him, chuckling softly at the little smile on his face.

“You were confronted by one of our villains, kept your cool, made and executed a plan using the resources available to you, and the only person who got hurt was Two-Face. Your training is coming along well, and you have earned this.” He spoke in the same language I didn't know from last time, bowing and holding the belt out to me, and I accepted it, bowing back.

“Thank you, Sensei.” I grinned, slowly standing.

He nodded, turning to Jason. “I suppose you deserve congratulations too, since you didn't ruin her plan.”

I chuckled, kissing Jay's cheek as he approached; “never had a doubt in my mind~”

His arms wrapped around my waist, kissing back. “Lil' mama did good yesterday~”

Damian frowned. “She is not my mama, Todd.”

I chuckled, gently swatting Jason's side. “He's not using it that way, Damian, don't worry.”

He stared up at me for a moment before realization crossed his face, followed immediately by the faintest glimpse of horror. He wrinkled his nose, turning on his heel. “Disgusting.”

We followed him to the elevator, Jason smirking; “what, but when I call her ‘sweetheart’ and ‘doll’ that doesn't bother you?”

“I did not say that. Frankly, you are both unnecessarily sentimental about each other.” He put in the code to take us down to the Batcave.

“You'll understand someday, kiddo. And on that day, I promise not to lord it over you … too much.” I smirked.

“I assure you, I will never understand that.” The door opened and he stepped out. I headed to the bathroom to change into my training clothes before following Damian to the mats for warm-ups. Before stepping into the circle, I fell to my knees and tied my new belt.

Duke grinned, sitting beside the mats on a break. “Ooh, orange?”

Steph scoffed, plopping down next to him. “That's not fair, you still haven't made the rest of us belts.”

“Drake has already done this number, and as I told him, that will not be happening.” Damian pulled his gloves on, and I did the same.

“Where's B?” Jason looked around.

“Wrapping up some WE stuff.” Tim hummed softly; “he'll be along.”

We trained for almost an hour before Bruce finally joined us. Steph and I finished a sparring session and bowed to each other before I turned to Bruce. He had an almost cold, detached look in his eyes.

“You are well?”

“... Yeah?” Something about his careful tone had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge. Jason stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder. He must have felt it too.

“No lingering anxieties from yesterday's events?”

“Nope, I’m good!”

Bruce nodded once. “Excellent. Then you can explain what exactly you were thinking!”

“... Excuse me?” I tilted my head, looking between him and Jay. Had I done something wrong? Jason looked as confused as I felt, surely I hadn't messed up too bad…

“That stunt you pulled could have killed you. I am certain none of my children told you to do that, so why don't you explain what was going through your head?” Bruce growled softly.

“Ease off, Bruce!” Jason snapped.

“No, it's ok, Jay. You want to know what I was thinking, Bruce? It went something like this; ‘fuck, this was not the plan for today. We are radically off plan. Oh! Well now Jason's here, so everything’s gonna be fine! Just have to figure out how to get out from between his gun and Two-Face's torso… Easiest way to do that is probably to drop! Just gotta subtly get Jason's attention so he knows my plan, and … there! Problem solved!’ … anything I need to go back over for ya?”

Bruce was clearly not amused by me pantomiming my thoughts. “That was incredibly dangerous! You should have stayed still and let us do our jobs.”

I took a deep breath, trying desperately to contain my frustration before I spoke. “... If you had been alone, playing the helpless victim would have been safer. But with Jason there, my plan was perfectly safe. I knew Jay would understand my hand signals, and has the reflexes to respond accordingly. I trust him with my life, and yesterday just proved I'm right to. My idea was risky, but it went flawlessly, and it went so well because Jason is extraordinary, and perfectly capable. So please, don't insult him by pretending you don't know how amazing he is. Not in front of me.”

The entire room stilled; everyone watched us, almost afraid to breathe. Bruce stared me down, glaring. “... I know very well how skilled my son is. I don't like you making him shoot a man on your behalf.”

Jason growled, pulling me against him. “Shut up, Bruce. She didn't make me do anything, I was waiting for an opening to take him down! All she did was create that opening. She did beautifully yesterday, you just don't like that your role in her plan was to be the distraction.”

Damian's hand slipped into mine, making me jump; I hadn't even heard him approach. I looked down, squeezing his hand gently. He hesitantly turned to Bruce, determination and frustration in his eyes. “You are being unfair, Father. She's a civilian. Her ability to stay calm in that situation was impressive, let alone the rest of it.”

Bruce looked between Jason and Damian; one practically shielding me from his father with his own body, the other clinging to me like a lost duckling. Bruce's eyes finally settled on me, hardening. “... Which of my children will you steal next, girl?”

I sighed softly. “Bruce, I am not trying to steal your children. No one can steal your children; they love you very much. But they are also allowed to disagree with you without it meaning that you are losing them. You need to get used to that idea, before you push them away.”

Damian frowned deeply, staring at the ground in front of his feet. Bruce turned on his heel, storming out. As he passed, he growled; “Dick, you're in charge of training today.”

Damian slowly dropped my hand, taking a slow, deep breath. After a moment he started walking toward the bathroom, letting gravity slam the door behind him. I sighed softly, leaning against Jason's broad chest. His arms cradled me and he kissed my forehead.

“... He'll be alright. … B will calm down, and they'll work it out. It'll be fine.”

I sighed softly, stroking his side gently. “... Bruce's feelings shouldn't be on any of your shoulders like that… They're his feelings to process.”

Dick smiled weakly. “He knows that. He's … he tries. He's getting better, it's just … slow.”

I nodded slowly, frowning a bit. Dick began pairing people up for more sparring, and Jason had me sit to take a break.

Damian hesitantly looked up at me, fiddling with the hem of his sleep shirt. Usually Jason tried to be home by the time we headed for bed, but that wasn't possible tonight so our usual bedtime routine was a bit disrupted.

“... This is absurd.” Damian muttered softly.

“It's ok if you don't want to do it, it was just an idea, since Jason's not here. I know you prefer not to be too affectionate around others.” I smiled gently, adjusting my pillows the way I liked them.

“... I didn't say that.” He admitted under his breath, slowly climbing onto the bed. “Just … feels silly. … You understand I'm fourteen?”

“Yes, I understand. But you've also been denied a lot of the standard childhood experiences, and this seemed like one you might enjoy. … Frankly, all of you Wayne boys seem to be distinctly touch-starved. It's a bit concerning…”

He nodded slowly. “... And no one will know? … Todd won't barge in?”

“Jason said not to expect him until morning, and he doesn't have a key, so there's no chance he'll walk in while we're asleep. No one has to know anything you don't want them to. You get to decide.” I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, and Damian slowly scooted forward to sit next to me, draping his legs over mine. He slowly leaned against my shoulder, and we wrapped our arms around each other.

He shifted a few times, frowning. After a minute he whispered; “... Is it supposed to feel like this?”

“Like what, little one?”

“... It feels … pleasant. … But also strange.” He frowned more, looking up at me; “... It's like … my stomach is screaming that this is wrong, but my chest is screaming back that it's actually entirely right?”

I nodded, gently running my fingers through his hair. “That makes sense. When you're not used to being touched, it can feel very weird, even scary. … I know some people who experienced such impactful childhood neglect that they get nauseous just holding hands with a friend.”

He blinked a bit, leaning against me. “... Neglect …”

I nodded, stroking his back gently. “Yeah, they had pretty rough childhoods. … They're getting therapy though, and it's helping.”

His arms tightened around my waist, and he rested his cheek against my shoulder; “... So, most people don't feel … weird about this?”

“No, not typically, with people they care about. … Hugs are supposed to make us feel warm, and safe, and cared for.”

“... Is that why Jon likes them so much? Is he seeking reassurance that we are close?”

“It's possible. Or he's trying to reassure you that you're important to him. And some people just enjoy the touch.” Damian seemed to consider that for a moment. 

“... I think … it's alright. … With you, … and with Jon. … I like the thing you do with my hair.”

I smiled softly, stroking his hair more. “I'm glad, kiddo.”

He settled against me, sighing softly. “... Sister?”

“Yes, baby brother?”

“... I … why do you do these things?” He mumbled into his chest.

“What things, kiddo?”

“... The craft kits, and this, and … everything else.” He looked up at me slowly; “... Why are you so nice to me?”

“Oh. Well, because I love you Damian.” I smiled softly, rubbing the back of his head gently.

His face stilled, an instinct to hide his emotions, but I had learned to see the emotion in his eyes, and they were filled with wonder. “... Really?” 

“Of course I do, darling~ I love you very much, baby brother.”

He hugged me tighter, smiling weakly. “... I love you too, Sister.”

I kissed the top of his head, holding him close and gently rocking him as long as he wanted to stay in my grasp. Eventually we laid down to sleep, his back pressed firmly against my chest, and he whispered; “... Ok, … you said you’d sing?”

I chuckled softly and stroked his hair in delicate, soothing patterns, singing lullabies until he dozed off in my arms. He snored softly, and I kissed the top of his head. One last song came to mind - one from a book my family liked to read before bed when I was little;

“I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living,

My baby you’ll be.”

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Siblings are siblings no matter what age they are.

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Mateo: (using sign language) Eat?

Lyric: I know baby, it’s almost done. Good job using sign to let me know, Mateo!

Lyric: *snorts* Uncle Light Skin finally returning my call.

Mel: Don’t yell. I know I’ve been slacking with reaching out.

Lyric: Now I know where your kids get it from. Am I the only one in this family who knows how a phone works?

Mel: It’s just, I’ve been b-

Lyric: And you better not give me the ‘I’ve been busy’ excuse; we’re all busy, Mr. Showtime. Just call your sister. That’s all.

Lyric: So, what’s going on? Looks like you made it back to Sulani. How’s that going? How’s Loren and Maeve?

Mel: *sighs* Long story. We’re leaving a little earlier than planned. Going to see Adie, Ri, and dad.

Lyric: Did something happen?

Mel: I’ll tell you about it later...

Lyric: Are you sure, Mel?

Mel: I’m sure, sis.

Lyric: You know how I used to have visions when we were kids? Mom said they were just hyperactive dreams, but I saw things, and you and Sonny always believed me.

Mel: Yeah, I remember.

Lyric: I was with our grandmothers this time. All of them. They want us all to be together, Mel. I don’t think we’re supposed to be spread out all over the world and apart for so long.

Mel: I think in a perfect world, we could make that happen.

Lyric: Then why don’t we? Hell, Olive lives in the same city as me and I see her maybe every few months?

Mel: Hold on, Sonny’s calling.

Sonny: Mel- *static* can you hear me? *barking* *snarling*

Mel: Bro, what the hell? Are you doing wolf stuff? Just call me back!

Sonny: What? *howling* *more static*

Mel: *laughs* Henford’s service is so ass, Sonny. How did you survive 20 plus years out there?

Sonny: See, that’s the difference between me and you, City Boy. All I need is wide, open country. That’s the secret to not having patchy facial hair, by the way.

Mel: Yeah, alright. Tell your mama that.

Sonny: Come on man...don’t talk about moms...

Mel: Hold on, I’m gonna add Lyr to the call.

Mel: Look who’s here.

Sonny: Sup, big sis!

Lyric: Woooow, hey stranger! Why do you look so mangy?

Sonny: Sun’s settin’. That’s when me and the pack get to work. Caught a bloodsucker on our property, so I got the boys tearin’ it to shreds now.

Lyric: ...ew.

Lyric: Weeeell, since we’re all here, now I can finally ask—which one of yall narrow asses be telling mom my business?

Sonny: I mean...I might of mentioned things. Mama calls everyday- she get’s lonely...

Mel: Sonny!

Lyric: I knew it!

Mel: Come on, man. That’s like sibling code 101!

Sonny: Well, shit! Maybe it’s the wolf in me that gave me this undying loyalty to my own mama...

Lyric: No, it’s the brat in you, mama’s boy.

Mel: *laughs* Lyr, remember when Sonny was like 6 and he would snitch on everything we did unless it included him?

Lyric: Mhm. And he use to cry when we wouldn’t. He still does.

Sonny: Come on, yall…

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Christmas Miracle

Ona Batlle x reader

Ona and R are dating long distance and decided to celebrate Christmas with their respective familys but a strike of fate may alter those plans.

It‘s my first English fic and English is not my first language so please be nice.

Ona and Y/n met while Ona was playing for United and Y/n was on a vacation in Manchester. The Spaniard was smitten from the start and during Y/n‘s time in England they grew closer and fell in love.

They called each other everyday and texted whenever they had time and it became slightly harder when Ona returned to Barcelona and Y/n stayed in Germany where she lived. But their love for eachother was strong and now they were dating for two years. Y/n tried to tell her family and friends, that she was dating the Spanish footballer but they didn’t believe her, so she didn’t exactly bother to correct them anymore. Because of Onas hectic scedule and Y/n work, they decided that they had to celebrate Christmas apart again but Y/n was still very much smitten with the defender and vice versa.

Novembre 2023

After the dominant victory over Sevilla Ona and her teammates were in a bar for a couple of celebratory drinks when Salma nudged her gently: „Chica, your phone is going crazy.“ Surprised Ona took out her phone and the caller ID showed Y/n and herself smiling happily in the camera. Quickly she excused herself from the girls and answered the phone with a bright smile: „Hola hermosa.“

„Hola bebe“ came Y/n‘s voice from the other end and right away Ona felt something was very wrong: „What‘s the matter cariño?“ She heard shuffling from the other end and y/n‘s broken voice: „My dad…he‘s dead. He… he‘s gone Onita.“ Ona‘s heart broke hearing her girlfriend so sad and she decided to step outside: „Oh cariño, I‘m so sorry. I‘m checking the next flights to you, okay?“ „No!“ came Y/n‘s reply almost instantly: „You don‘t have to come Ona. You have important matches coming up and I couldn‘t ask for you to give them up for me…“ Ona looked surprised to the busteling street of Barcelona: „You don’t want me to come?“ Y/n sighed „Of course I want you here Ona, but those are important games and my dad loved watching you play so you would honour him by playing for him. Can you do that bebita? I just wanted to hear your voice and wanted to tell you that I love you.“ „I love you too cariño, very much so and I will play every game for him, I promise. What about Christmas though? Want me to come then?“ answered Ona playing with the promise ring y/n gave her the last time they saw each other face to face. Y/n sighed „You were so happy to celebrate your first Christmas back in Spain with your family bebe. I do not want to stand in the way of that. Your family is thrilled to have you back. Celebrate with them and we‘ll see each other in January like we planned. I would only destroy your mood because I know I will not celebrate Christmas this year.“ With a heavy heart Ona accepted Y/n‘s answer for now vowing to plan a trip to her girl, even if it will only be a day.

Christmas eve

Y/n, her mom and her brother with his wife were having dinner and Y/n was very much done with the day and this dinner. Ona was radio silent the whole day and Y/n missed her girlfriend very much. Her sister in law looked over: „What‘s gotten you so mopey?“ Y/n shrugged her shoulders and toyed with her drink lying smoothly: „Just tired and a migraine coming up.“ She looked symphatic when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised Y/n looked over to her mom: „Erwartest du noch wen Mama?“ („Were you expecting someone mom?“) She shook her head no and yYn opened the door only to let out a surprised squeal when she saw her girlfriend infront of her: „Bebe!“ Ona smiled shyly bundled up in a thick jacket which Y/n recognized as her own: „Hola mi vida.“ Y/n barreled in her girlfriends arms and buried her face in the defenders neck. With a content hum Ona wrapped her strong arms around her girlfriend and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n‘s temple „Merry Christmas cariño.“

Y/n‘s family came to check on the commotion and found Y/n in the arms of a brunette girl who held her in her arms and kissed her lovingly. Clearing his throat Y/n’s brother asked: „Who‘s that Y/n?“ Y/n was put back down to earth by Ona but she wrapped her arm protectivly around Y/n‘s waist as she answered happily: „I‘m Ona. Y/n‘s girlfriend of two years.“ Curling closer against Ona Y/n smirked: „The girlfriend you guys didn’t believe that existed.“ Her brother and sister in law looked gobsmacked while her mom looked happy: „That’s why you told Dad and me not to worry about you.“ Y/n nodded and pulled Ona over: „Mom, Ona. Ona, my mom.“ Ona handed Y/n‘s mother the flowers she bought: It‘s a pleasure to finally meet you Misses y/l/n.“ She took them with a kind smile: „It‘s nice to meet you too Ona and please call me y/m/n.“ Ona smiled: „Very kind of you. And I‘m so sorry for your loss.“ „Thank you. Please come in. Do you want anything to drink or are you hungry?“ Ona smiled „A little bit. I only had a quick breakfast before jumping on the plane here.“ Y/n turned in Ona‘s arms and kissed her lovingly: „Thank you for coming. I love you.“ Ona kissey y/n back just as lovingly: „There is nowhere else I‘d rather be cariño. Mami and Papi send their regards and want to see you when you‘re in Spain.“ Happily Y/n nodded and made a plate for Ona to eat while the rest sat back down.

Placing the plate infront of the defender Y/n went to sit next to Ona but she pulled Y/n on her lap where she happily cuddled closer to Ona and stayed for the rest of the evening.

The next day Y/n, Ona and Y/m/n entered the cementary walking to the grave of Y/n‘s dad.

Ona held Y/n‘s hand and held a single rose in the other. She carefully placed said rose on the gravestone and began talking: „Hello Mister Y/l/n. I‘m Ona Batlle and I‘m your daughters girlfriend. I apologize that I wasn’t able to attend your funeral to pay my respect then but your daughter was pretty adement that I play the Champions League game and asked me to play those games in your honour which I do by the way. I hope I‘m able to make you proud. You have raised an exceptional daughter which I love with my whole heart and I intend to marry your daughter one day. I hope that I will have your blessing for that. I promise I‘ll treat her like a princess and love her for infinity.“ Just as Ona finished talking to the grave the sun broke through the clouds and the single sunbeam hit her straight in the face which made the Spaniard smile: „Gracias Mister Y/l/n I won‘t disappoint you. Merry Christmas.“ Turning around to face her girlfriend who had tears glistening in her eyes: „Merry Christmas cariño. I know you didn’t want to celebrate but I knew you needed me here. It was a gut geeling“ Y/n nodded smiling slightly: „Si bebe, I needed you. Merry Christmas.“ As they shared a sweet kiss infront of the grave, the sun shone warmly at the couple and Y/n smiled at the sky: „Merry Christmas Dad. Thank you for my Christmas Miracle. I love you.“

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It's time I take a stepback (Mick Schumacher)

Becoming parents of three makes you and Mick wonder if a change in the routine is the best option

Note: english is not my first language. I'm a sucker for dad!driver as I've said before, so here's another piece!

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"So no more work for me?", you frowned. For all you knew, this was going to be a regular check up with your OB, but it didn't seem like the ones you had been in before.

"It's my advice, yes", she noted, "even though your last pregnancies were fine, and we are expecting this one to be, too, its better to be safe. The guidelines we have for people your age and with these numbers suggest that, whenever it is possible, you should rest more towards the end of the pregnancy". As she typed what you assumed your leave on the computer, your husband grabbed your hand in his, resting it on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"Should we keep an eye out for anything?", Mick questioned, "the usual signs, really. I know it's only busier now since you have your two little ones at home, but resting as much as possible while still keeping active, drinking loads of water and good eating. If there is anything suspicious, you can just call me or text me", she smiled, handing you the copy and getting up, "thank you so much, have a nice day", you managed to say.

The walk back to the car was done in silence, Mick closing the door on your side before getting to the driver's seat, "whatever you want to say, you can say it now, liebling. I've been with your for a long time and I know when you are keeping something, and you know I won't judge your thoughts", he teased, finding his attempt at making you smile successful.

"What does she mean 'with people your age and numbers'? Was she calling me fat? Or old? Probably both of them", you grumbled, looking to see your husband in a fit of giggles, "Liebling, I'm sorry", he excused himself, "I don't think she meant it in that way, she's just looking out for you and our babygirl. And, fortunately, we can work with what she advised", he reasoned, "besides, Sebastian and Aurora will love the idea of having us around a little more now".

"Still think she called me old and fat", you mumbled, seeing one of your favourite bakeries, "Oh, Mick, can we go there, my love? A croissant would be really good right now", you pouted, smiling when he flickered on the turn signal, "I have the best husband in the world!".

On your way home, you stopped by your workplace, handing in the maternity leave and saying a "see you soon" to all your colleagues before you went to pick up the kids. Aurora couldn't hide her surprise when she saw both of her parents by the gate, "Hey, mama! Hey, papa! Why are you both here today?", she quizzed, holding her hands out so the three of you could walk side by side, "I'm going to take some time off work, so we can spend some more time together from now on", you said as you checked of she fastened her seatbelt properly once you got to the car, "and to rest, too, let's not forget that part", Mick chipped in.

It started raininh when you arrived at Sebastian's pre-school, so Mick grabbed an umbrella and left you and Aurora in the car. "You are okay, right, mama? You're staying home because you need to rest, that's all, right?", your oldest asked, looking into your eyes through the rear view mirror. Unbucklibg your seat belt, you moved around in the space you had so you could face her, "yes, Rora. I'm all good, there's nothing to worry about. Mama just needs rest, and it's always nice that we get to spend more time together, right?", you soother her worries, seeing Seb and Mick walk to the car, "uh-oh", your daughter said, "Sebastian just walked into a big water puddle", she pointed out. Chuckling at your little boy's antics as his father picked him up, you couldn't help but shake your head, "see? It's always nice to have more hands on deck".

"Hi mama! Hi, Rora!", Sebastian greeted, pressing a sloppy kiss on his sister's cheek, "how are you and baby sister?", he asked, "we're doing good, my love. And how was your day?", you asked, fastening your belt again while Mick drove home, "it was good! But now my feet are wet, I have to change when I get home".

While Mick took care of dinner with Seb's help, you helped Aurora with her homework, coming out of her bedroom when Sebastian called, "Mama, Rora!", he yelled as he walked inside after knocking on the door, "Papa and I made lasagna! It's not as good as Oma's, but it's pretty close!", he smiled proudly at their achievement, holding your hand as he helped you down the stairs.

"I hope you didn't start eating without us", Sebastian threatened, "of course we didn't, we know mama takes a little longer on the stairs now", Aurora reasoned, tapping your baby bump cutely as she went around you to sit at the table, "I want that crispy bit, please".

The bedtime routine went smoothly as you both read stories to Aurora and Sebastian, kissing their foreheads goodnight, "I'm so tired I feel like I could sleep right here", you chuckled, arranging the pillows on the sofa.

"Do you want to go back upstairs? I can finish this here quickly and I'll join you in a bit", Mick offered, seeing you contemplate, "you really don't mind?", you squinted, "no, I don't. Go upstairs, beautiful", he added, kissing your lips as he ushered you up the stairs.

As much as you didn't like to admit it, this pregnancy was taking a big toll on you. You had two kids that despite being pretty good and calm still required your attention and energy, and as you approached the third trimester, you started to feel that the mandated rest from your doctor was actually a good decision.

"Oh, you're in bed already?", Mick asked when he closed the bedroom door, seeing you tucked in bed. He quickly did his nighttime routine, grabbing the bottle of oil on his way so he could sit next to you.

"Hi, baby girl", he began, taking the cap off and depositing some on your bump, "you're going to be a lot calmer, we hope, since mama is taking some time off", he kissed your belly button, "we are all going to do something to help her and make sure she doesn't run herself ragged".

"And what is papa going to do? Everytime mama looks at him, she gets even more flustered", you ran your fingers through his hair, teasing him slightly and not expecting his answer, "well, papa had been thinking about retiring", he gulped, looking up at you as his hands continued the ministrations on your skin.

"What?", you fixed your position, sitting properly against the headboard so you could face your husband, "where's this coming from?".

"It's not new, before you think this is because of today's appointment", Mick began, "I've been thinking about retiring so I can be home for you and the kids. With Rora, it was the first time so we managed it, and with Seb we just winged it and went along, but three kids? It's a whole different experience. I can tell that it's a lot more tiring, and while some things get easier because of experience, I wouldn't want you to have to manage three kids on your own", he explained.

"And you'd just leave motorsport? You would stop racing?", you asked, unsure of you were getting his point.

"Yes. I have won championships, I've raced competitively to my heart's content. I have a career that I'm proud of, that I'd like to tell my children about when they grow older. And I also want to spend more time with them, with you. I want to be able to help and be more present in their lives", he reasoned.

"You are present in their lives, Mick", you reasoned, "I know, liebling. But retiring would mean that I'm almost always here, and I want that", he rubbed his thumb on your hand, smoothing the skin, "I've spoken to Toto, and the team are okay with waiting a little bit. They have plans for either way, so it's just a matter of my decision, of our decision".

"You've given this some thought", you mumbled, "and no matter where this goes, my position is the same. As long as it makes you happy, we will be here to support you", you smiled, grabbing his hand and kissing it before placing it back in your bump, playing with his fingers, "I would never want you to give up something that you love so much, but if you want to do it, then me, Rora, Seb and Harriet are going to be here for you", you smiled.

"Thank you, liebling", he kissed your lips, "I love you. Also", he pointed out, "Harriet, hm?".

"I've been thinking about names and Harriet came up. Just trying it out and see how it flows, you know?", you cuddled him, kissing his chest, "I love you so much, Mick".

.

Arriving at home, Mick helped Aurora and Sebastian out of the car before they walked up to the living room together, "when I left them here to go and pick you up from Oma's, Harriet was still asleep, so we have to keep quiet, okay?", he checked, seeing the kids nod as he opened the door.

"Can we come in? I have an excited big sister and big brother here", Mick said as they walked inside. Aurora held her brother's hand in hers, urging him to go in front of her, "go, you can do this", she whispered on his ear.

The small encouragement didn't go unnoticed by you and Mick, deciding to comment on it later, "she was just asleep but she woke up, I guess she's very excited to meet you two", you smiled, arranging the pillows so both kids could sit on either side of you while they peeked at their baby sister, Mick crouching in front of you, "can I give her a kiss, mama?", your son asked, carefully kissing his sister's cheek when you nodded. The baby made a noise that caught him off guard, "Oh, she didn't like it?", he pouted, tears welling in his eyes.

Quickly, Mick caught on the moment, "no, Seb, none of that. She just didn't expect it, maybe. You know when me and mama go to your room to wake you up? You don't like it a lot, right? It's almost the same for Harriet, she wasn't counting on it, that's all", he encouraged, gesturing for his son to try again, this time seeing Aurora do the same as the baby sighed in content, "see? She's happy now, she loves those kisses", Mick finished, looking up and seeing you with teary eyes.

"It's our family, let me cry all I want", you sniffed, "they're happy tears anyway", you announced, kissing all of the children's foreheads before puckering your lips to kiss your husband's.

Later, Mick found himself feeding Harriet while you played with Aurora and Sebastian. He hadn't been home for long, but he could see how you were juggling it. You were still recovering from giving birth, but like he had predicted, three kids was a lot. His mother had stopped by for dinner, taking control of the kitchen as she baked one of her roasts.

"Thank you for this", he said to Corinna, "I don't know how you two have managed this when I wasn't here", he admitted.

"We found it in ourselves", Corinna began, "and she also spoke to me about your plans, or the option that is on the table, I guess", she clarified, wanting to hear more about it from her son.

"I feel accomplished in my career, for now at least. And I want to be involved in their lives. I never felt like dad was not involved because he always made the effort, and I want to do the same. And I want to be there when they wake up, to get them from school, and three kids requires a lot more juggling. I don't want Y/N to have to do all of that juggling, or to stop chasing her dreams because of motherhold", he reasoned, "we're in this together, and I think it's time I take a stepback".

"Corinna, they are asking for you. I may be biased, but they have some pretty cute drawings to show you. Ambiguous when it comes to what they represent, but cute nonetheless", you smiled, seeing your mother in-law wipe her hands on the kitchen towell and heading to the living room where you just were.

"Hi, little bug", you cooed, seeing Harriet resting happily in her father's chest, "you just found the comfiest spot ever, didn't you? I have to share it with three of you now".

"It's a good thing that I'll be here more often then", Mick stated, kissing the top of her head and moving to kiss yours too.

"Are you sure about that?", you asked, looking for any uncertainty in his eyes. You had known him all your life, so it wasn't hard to look for the light fog in his eyes or his nervous eyebrow twitch. But you were met instead with a peaceful expression, eyes glossy and happy. "I'm sure, liebling. I spoke to Toto this morning and I'm retiring. I want to be here with you", he confirmed, feeling your arms wrap around his torso, "I'm so proud of you, Mick, we all are. And I bet the kids will love having your around even more".

"Are you saying their mother won't love having me around more?", he teased, smirking at you, "Oh, as soon as this is all working, their mother knows exactly what to do with that time".

[toji-fushiguro-is-broke]

Toji proposing to you

Toji proposing to you

It's been years since you and Toji had been in a relationship, You've made bonds with Megumi and Tsumiki and your relationship has gotten stronger over the years. Thanks to you they were able to live a happy life with a complete family.

But years pass, Megumi and Tsumiki are wondering when you'll marry Toji.

Kids their age ask why your parents aren't married. And they don't know how to answer them because it is very complicated.

Ever since, Megumi and Tsumiki kept bringing the Idea to Toji

"DAD, WHEN WILL YOU MARRY MOM?" Tsumiki yelled at her father, thankfully you were out to buy groceries so they can confront him about.

"Why, what's the matter? Me and her are together. That's what what matters." Toji said as Tsumiki hits her with a punch.

"IF YOU DON'T MARRY MOM ANOTHER MAN WILL SEE IT AS A SIGN THAT SHE'S AVAILABLE TO TAKE!!!" Tsumiki angrily yells at the man infront of her.

"Alot of guys kept asking mom for her number and thought I was her brother." Megumi said to stir his mind up.

"SEE?!? IF YOU DON'T ACT NOW, SHE'LL VANISH! HEAR ME??!?? VANISH!!!!"

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN YOU DAD YOU'RE OLD AND CRANKY!!!" She huffs at him.

"I doubt anyone other than mom can handle you, SO SEAL THE DEAL!!!" Tsumiki yells again

"Tsumiki why are you yelling at your Dad again?" You spoke as you just got home.

"BECAUSE DADS STUPID! I WANT ICE CREAM!!!" She yells as she runs to you with a hug as Megumi comes in to hug you as well.

You didn't hear what happened but you thought it was just the kids nagging Toji about junk foods again.

"Okay okay, a little bit of ice cream isn't bad." You said as you pulled out some ice cream from your groceries.

"YAYYYY!!! WE LOVE YOU MOMMY!!!" Tsumiki squeals in glee

"Thank you, Mommy I love you." Megumi says as he kisses your cheek.

"I LOVE YOU MOMMMEEHHH!!" Tsumiki yells as she kisses you too.

As they both got the Ice cream, they sat on the couch to watch some movies with you.

After that talk with Tsumiki and Megumi, Toji got to thinking.

He did wanted to marry you but he's worried if he afford a grand wedding for you. He heard that girls like big weddings.

So he's been secretly saving money up, but Tsumiki was right.

You were younger than him, beautiful, smart, energetic. Who wouldn't want you?

He thought should speed up on his plan as he took more missions.

While you on the other hand, were getting worried about Toji, as he kept coming home very very late.

He kept using work as an excuse, and you trust him.

You sighed as you were stressed about your relationship with him.

Ever since you knew he was an assassin you get VERY worried, you had accepted Toji for who he is and accepted it.

But of course you wanted some things to change to have a healthy happy life with him, hopefully one day he'll quit gambling and assassination overall.

*After a few days*

"Tsumiki, Megumi let's go out." Toji said as he was walking to the front door.

"Why?" Megumi asked.

"We're picking a ring for mama" Toji said as Tsumiki butted in.

"Mom should be the one who chooses the wedding ring Dad! It's the new hype these days." Tsumiki said

As Toji just stood there, "I don't get what that means."

"It means what if mom doesn't like the ring? These days I've heard the guys will propose with a ring but later on they'll let the girl choose the ring-" Tsumiki

"Gosh, how hard is it to marry these days." Toji sighed.

"Hard enough that half of the population is still unmarried." Tsumiki crosses her hands.

"Aight, You do it then plan the proposal." Toji said as he hands Tsumiki the money.

"OKAY I KNOW THE BEST PLACE." Tsumiki said as she drags her father and brother out.

At the Mall, Toji was shocked at the ring prices.

"This can feed us for an entire fucking month" He said

"Language Dad, I'll tell on you." Tsumiki said

"let's get over with, mom is going to be home any time soon." Megumi complains as Tsumiki was taking so long to choose.

"It's done." Tsumiki said as she raised the ring up in the air.

Toji and Megumi looked at the ring.

"It looks kinda plain" Megumi says.

"Mom likes plain and elegant jewelry didn't you notice? Of course not you're both boys." She said as she walks to the counter to have it wrapped up and paid.

Tsumiki and Megumi helps alot with the preparations on the engagement.

They were going to surpise you.

Meanwhile you, were getting suspicious as your family is clearly hiding something from you, so after coming home from work.

You decided to confront them, you opened the door to hear balloons popping, Two kids fighting and a lot of groaning from an adult man who's trying to hang designs.

"IT LOOKS HORRIBLE DAD!" Tsumiki yells

"Mom's coming home we better-" Megumi spoke as he got interrupted when he saw you.

"Too late." He said as Toji turned to see you as he lost balance on the chair he was standing on as he fell down.

"TOJI!! Are you okay? That must've hurt." You rush to him concerned.

"I've fought stronger enemies, something like this won't do anything." said still sitting on the floor.

"Still, But what were you guys doing." You asked as you shifted your eyes around.

As you saw a banner that isn't being covered by Toji's body anymore.

-> //Will you marry me?

You gasped and yelled "YES!!!" you immediately hugged and kissed him.

"Ewwww" Tsumiki and Megumi said both at the same time.

"UGHHH THIS ISN'T ROMANTICCCCC"

"Congratulations though mama and papa!" She said as she smiles.

"Congratulations" Megumi said as Tsumiki takes her phone out to take a picture.

"Say cheese!!!"

"Cheese!!!"

[brotherwtf]

was talking with @hogans-heroes last night and I fear I need to bring my age gap au back with a little bit of Gale explaining his trauma to John

some small tw for implied domestic abuse, homophobic language and some suicidal thoughts

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"Gale, baby how are you doing?" John asks and Gale can feel the emotions well up in his stomach, tears well up in his eyes.

John had been home for a month now, and Gale had barely let John out of bed, had barely let him out of his sight because of how much Gale had missed him. It was terrible, that year that John was gone, and Gale was so glad to have him back.

His mother had died when John was overseas, and with no one to fuel his gambling addiction his father had come crawling back into his life, begging for money. Gale refused, turning him away at the door and refusing to open it, even when his father banged on it and called him names, wishes he was dead just like his whore mother. And while Gale kept strong, didn't answer the door or his calls, it brought back everything from his childhood. The smell of alcohol, his father's firm hand, the bruises and cuts, it all came back to him like he was reliving the nightmare.

And John wasn't around to help him, he wasn't there to comfort Gale or help him forget when all of this had happened, he was overseas in a dangerous war and Gale wasn't sure he was going to come back alive. So when John had come back, he hadn't let go of him for a second.

So when John asked how he was doing, he couldn't help but cry.

John instantly leaped into action, wrapping his arms around Gale and shushing him, expression afraid but comforting, leaning his cheek against Gale's forehead as he cries into his arms.

"Hey, hey, Gale, it's okay baby, it's okay, come on, tell me what's wrong," John says and Gale doesn't even know where to begin, everything is wrong right now.

Gale heaves something pathetic, tears streaming down his face in hot steaming trails and he clutches John's shirt, hates that there's wet patches staining them.

"My daddy... he didn't start drinking until I was at least five. Before then he was almost a good father, stern with my mother but never to me, would smile at me, taught me how to ride a bike, took me on walks to the lake, all of the things fathers should do," Gale starts and he can feel John tense, knows that he's going to hear the full extent of what happened to Gale.

John only saw bits and pieces, he saw the bruises and saw Gale's father hit him once, heard about his terrible acts through his mother, but Gale had never told him the full story, didn't want John to leave him because of what his father had done to him.

"But then he started to drink, and he started to gamble. He wasted all of our money, he lost his job, he used all of Mama's money just to waste it all away at the pony tracks or the slot machines. He would always give me a smile with the money in his hand, 'Gale, this time I can feel it,' he would always say to me. And then he would come home with less money than he left, and he would blame me and my mom,"

Gale can feel John's hands shaking with slight tremors, clenching, and he knows John's thinking about splitting the man in two, but he stays, sitting and listening to Gale.

"He said we were the reason he was so unlucky, if it wasn't for us he'd be rich, and he would slap my mama for spending money on clothes for the both of us, would beat her when she didn't make dinner properly. He didn't start hitting me until I started to defend her, I was a fool back then, I raised my voice and tried to protect her, but that only meant he raised the fist towards me instead,"

"And when I got older, didn't quite fill out as much as he did, he started calling me names, called me a queer, a fairy, a fag, all while slapping me and punching me and bruising me if I even looked at him wrong, I learned to keep my head down around him or he would find an excuse to beat me right alongside my mom," Gale sighs, and while the tears have stopped he can still feel himself trembling.

John sighs heavily, pressing his cheek to Gale's forehead and holding him even tighter, moving his thumb back and forth in a comforting manner. God, how Gale had missed this comfort over the past year. He needed John, that's the conclusion he's come to.

"He had beaten us so viciously that the teachers at school noticed, asked if I was okay. And I was just a teenager, so I was angry and frustrated and turned away their help, said I could handle it on my own, but each day it just kept getting worse and worse until one day I told my mom I couldn't take it anymore. Either I was going to kill him, or I was going to kill myself," Gale says and he can feel John's arms tighten at the words.

"It was a really dark time in my life, all throughout high school I was depressed and traumatized, could barely get through the school day without thinking of a way I could easily off myself, I thought of everything. And everyday when I would get home with my father still drunk or babbling about some grand plan he had, it only made the thoughts worse. The only thing that kept me going was that I had a chance to get out of there, if I kept my grades up and applied for scholarships I could leave,"

"And I graduated, by some miracle I graduated high school, and I won a scholarship to go to school, almost a full ride. And then my father found it, I stupidly left it in my room instead of directly depositing it and he found it, came up to me one day and grabbed my hair, asked if I thought I was smart enough to go to school, to handle this kind of money, and he hit me, beat me until I bled, called me stupid and a whore for keeping the money from him, for not telling him I was going to leave to go to college, and that's when my mother found me. This was about a week after I met you," Gale says and he looks up to meet John's gaze.

It's furious but glassy, John had obviously been crying but he can see the anger running through him at how selfish his father was. He doesn't speak, allowing Gale the space to continue.

"She grabbed the scholarship from him, thank God, and pushed him off of me the best she could. He was so drunk that he could barely stand and I was able to get out, ran into the street and begged, just begged for a car to hit me, so I could be out of my misery. But my mom had run after me, pulled me back onto the driveway and hugged me, sobbed with my scholarship in her hand, and said she was going to get help. This was coming to an end. And that's when you showed up and saved me," Gale whispers.

John pulls away from Gale at that moment and stares at him, and Gale can see the tears welling up in his eyes. Gale smiles tight lipped, feeling the same tears in his own.

"Saved you? Gale... baby," John says and Gale just leans forward to hug him again.

"I don't know what I would have done without you, John. Those days we spent together helped me take my mind off of my father, it was the first time I was genuinely happy in years. Yes, you saved me John," Gale says and he can feel himself sobbing again.

And now John's sobbing too, hands clenched in Gale's shirt as he cries into his shoulder, deep convulsing sobs at the words. They cry together, sobbing and holding onto each other for what feels like hours.

John pulls away, sniffing and cupping Gale's cheek with his hand, pressing a lingering kiss that tastes salty to his lips.

"And I'm so glad I did, Gale. I can't imagine a world without you in it, I love you so damn much," John says, and Gale smiles again, trying not to start crying again.

"I love you too, John," Gale says, and he lets himself be held by John, not ever wanting to let go.

[dayseedrawz2]

Hahaha uhmm idk what to do so here's a self-indulgent Uh I mean practice fic while I mentally prepare for chapter 4 based on that One post I made a while back.

This is all cannon to Ring-Misstress AU btw

Uhhh enjoy!!

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"Bedtime story" - (A Ring-Misstress fanfic fanfic)

Pomni found herself walking towards her room, not just alone, but with a child holding her hand. But it was all by choice (mostly). She and Caine now had a mission to raise this small AI. She herself was surprised just how motherly she could be.

[So, I get to sleep in the big bed with you??]

♧Just untill Caine and I can design your own bed. Here, go ahead and look around!♧

The Ring-Misstress opened up the door with her face on it.

This was Voz's first time in his new mother's room. Well- his first time in the circus at all! His first day existing! The moment he stepped in to look around, something immediately caught his eye.

Up on a small desk beside the bed stood a small plushie. A chubby yellow and green alligator with a cowboy hat. Sitting on the edge of the desk with its arms and legs stretched straight out in front of him.

Voz had to jump but successfully obtained the plush from its spot. Pomni noticed him and chuckeld.

♧I see you've met my friend Gummigoo.♧

[Is that his name??]

♧Yup. Named him after an old friend of mine. I got him as a gift! My most prized possession!♧

[Really?? Woah...]

Voz looked up at Pomni and back down at the Gummigoo in his hands. Pomni pulled out a replica of Caine's WackyWatch.

♧Welp, let's get you and Gummi to bed. Caine says you gotta recharge.♧

She picked him up, still with the plush in his hands. As she tucked him in, his little artificial mind couldn't help but stay curious.

[Mama, you said he's named after an old friend. Who??]

♧Yesh, it's quite a long story... you sure??♧

Pomni teased, knowing this was most likely a lure to get him to stay up longer.

[Yes yes yes please tell me everything!!]

Voz squealed with excitement, wanting nothing more but to learn about his mother and the world around him.

♧Alright, alright, I guess a little bedtime story wouldn't hurt. Well, it all started the second day I joined the circus...♧

*Insert Pomni's POV from episode 2 (you already know what happened) ok back to the story*

[Papa did WHAT!?]

He squezzed Gummigoo as right as he could.

♧Mhmm.♧

Pomni nodded. It was a whole lot for Voz to take in. "But... if that happened the day after Pomni and Caine met, then... how are they still friends??"

[So... you weren't mad at him..?]

♧Oh no, I was really mad At him for a LOOOOOOONG time. Untill one day...♧

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Caine stood in midair, confused why the Jester was so blind by rage.

☆Pomni... I- I don't understand... he was just some old NPC of mine! Why are you so... upset-☆

♧OF COURSE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU HEARTLESS PEACE OF SH-♧

The Ringmaster crossed his arms with an exaggerated expression on his face. Still oblivous to the issue at hand.

☆Hey, hey! There's no need for such language!May I remind you that The Amazing Digital Circus has a very strict family-friendly Policy-☆

♧I DON'T CARE ABOUT SOME STUPID @#! POLICY!! YOU'RE A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A RINGMASTER! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE TO SNAP HIM OUT OF EXISTENCE!! I JUST WANTED TO HELP HIM AND NOW HE'S- ...he's...♧

Pomni suddenly stopped. Small sniffles escaped her as she stormed off to who knows where.

A few hours passed, and there was no sign of Pomni. Caine had asked all the other performers for any information, but they either didn't know or didn't care to help him.

He was digitally heartbroken. He somberly floated around the circus tents interior. Pomni would probably never look him in the face ever again. He just wanted to get to know his new performer. He genuinely didn't know what he had done wrong. If he could just try to find her and talk things out...

Then, he heard what sounded like Pomni sobbing in the distance.

☆Well, that's oddly convenient.☆

He followed the sound and turned the corner to see that it was, in fact, Pomni. She sat on the floor with her knees to her chest and her head buried in her hands to cry. He called for her, but she didn't answer and stayed in the same position.

The ringmaster let out a defeated sigh as he descended to the ground to sit beside her.

☆Hey...☆

He scooted a little closer, so he was heard. This was probably the quietest Pomni had ever heard him.

☆I know I probably haven't been doing my best, but-☆

☆I just want you to know that I'm trying.☆

☆I really am.☆

☆and I'm sorry if I've screwed it all up.☆

☆I am so, very sorry, my dear...☆

He thought about the argument they had. That NPC really did make her happy. More than he ever could. But he took it away from her. He's supposed to make his members happy, and he took away the ONE thing that brought her joy. She was right... What a sorry excuse of a Ringmaster...

At this point, he, too, was on the brink of tears.

Pomni finally looked up. She saw that he really was being genuine. But still salty, she got up and faced away from him, crossing her arms.

Caine also got up. He began to speak again, trying to be a bit less quiet.

☆Oh... I see... B-but I still wanna make it up to you! I... I realized how much your NPC friend made you happy. And I really wanted to keep it that way. I was really hoping we could... start over. So... I made this!☆

He snapped his fingers, and Pomni's hands spawned a little plush replica of her gummy gator friend. She slowly turned to look at Caine again. He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. He quickly stopped once he realized that she was looking at him.

Pomni looked back at the plush, then back up at Caine. Her eyes were watering, and her mouth began to quiver. Caine's expression of worry returned, and he began fidgeting again.

☆O-oh... oh my you- you're crying again... I wasn't sure if this would help, but it looks like I have my answer. ...I suppose I'll see myself out now-☆

Pomni leaped towards Caine and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, Caine froze. This was the first time someone had hugged him willingly, so though unexpected, he still returned it.

♧Thank you Caine. You're still kind of an awful ringmaster, but I forgive you...♧

☆Does this mean we can start over..?☆

Pomni nodded. Even though made out of teeth, you could still make out a huge smile on Caine's face. She couldn't help but giggle at his attempts to keep his cool.

♧Heheh, let ME be the ringmaster for a day why don't ya?♧

She joked through her now happy tears. Caine caught on and laughed along with her.

☆Ha! You'd probably do a better job than me!☆

♧Pfft, no kidding!♧

The pair laughed together for the rest of the evening.

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♧And that's how me and Caine became friends! And how i git one of my favorite gifts! I thought you're father just wanted to hurt us but turns out... he's actually... really sweet. Uh- So... what do you-♧

Pomni was brought back to the present moment, smiling down at Voz who was fast asleep, hugging the Gummigoo plush.

Perhaps there was more than one prized possession Caine had given her...

[gingerjolover]

hiii mama g!!! it’s my birthday today and so i’ve been thinking about what julien would be like on soft!gf’s birthday. first off, BIRTHDAY POST!!! (i’m taking her birthday post for herself into consideration while typing this) i think it’d be a slideshow of pictures, a couple that she’s taken of you and a couple that the boys or members of muna have taken of you. she’d definitely write a lengthy paragraph where every sentence is articulate and sooo meaningful to the point where it’s like your heart beats abnormally faster as you continue to read because she’s just SOOOO!!!!!!

secondly, i don’t really Imagine julien and soft!gf as hugeeee party people, so i don’t think they’d stay up at the strike of midnight waiting for soft!gf’s birthday. instead, i think julien wakes up at the crack of dawn, and obviously she knows how to cook, so she makes not only the most pleasing breakfast JUST to look at, but the most delicious breakfast for the both of them. so then soft!gf wakes up to julien, who’s already smiling ear to ear holding a tray table and setting it down before just peppering you with kisses and saying happy birthday in between each kiss I CANTTTTT IM FEELING ALL FUZZY shes so cutesie

and 24/7 on your bday, acts of service julien just never stops. she does every minor thing you’re so capable of doing for you. finished your breakfast? julien’s already taken it to the kitchen and washing the dishes. dropped something? she’s bent down to grab it for you. also, even though she already does this, she makes sure to open every single door for you, pull out the chair you’re gonna sit at, open the car door for you… like she is ON IT!

and then after having made sure she’s done (almost……) everything in her power to ensure that the day was all about you, there’s just oneeee more thing she was waiting to do to realllyyyy show how much she loves you…….. you get the VIBES! won’t say too much on that cause i’ve already talked your ear off and once i start, i won’t be able to stop BUT YEAHHHH JULIEN ON SOFT!GF’S BDAY ☹️☹️☹️💘

first off, HAPPY BDAY BABY!!!!! I hope you had SUCH a great day<3

and you are soooooooo right, i fully believe that acts of service is julien’s main love language (i have a blurb coming up about love languages for munagenius) and your birthday is the PERFECT excuse for her to literally wait on you hand and foot

as for the insta post i think you’re 1000% right and i can literally imagine julien scrolling through her album of you (of pics she’s taken but also ones that she’s been sent of you from muna or the boys or mutual friends) she would be so fucking picky about which photos to post making sure they encapsulate your personality perfectly and you’re right the post would be so beautiful and so heartwarming 😭 i think she would take the time to post the pics of your initials on her finger or a tattoo she got for you with you like posing cheekily with a thumbs up next to her or something

and i agree, unless it was a big birthday i can’t imagine them throwing a party but maybe if your best friend was in town or maybe your family or if it was a bigger bday and the boys, muna, kelli and ally and other friends wanted to do something for you it would still be super lowkey and julien would spend the whole day with you beforehand

she gives off the vibes of like if you open your door yourself she leans over, closes it and then runs to your side of the car like a bullet and then opens it, she def gets grumbly when you try and do stuff yourself

and I GET THE VIBES BABE I DO, i think she would just want it to be extra special and do everything you wanna do (she def makes a birthday sex playlist with an obsecure name i will die on this hill)

i also wanted to add she def wants to do everything for you on your bday, i think canonically soft!gf and julien don’t exchange gifts, like not big ones, mainly because they both do a lot of little things throughout the year, but julien ALWAYS spoils you on your bday, its usually stuff that’s practical but she loves to get you little things to watch you open in bed when your hair is all messy and eyes are sleepy, you’re like holding the covers up over your chest and she’s rubbing your back as you unwrap a bunch of little presents 🥹

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 3: Only The Rough Wind Lingers Around Me

Chapter Word Count: 2,607

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language

TW

Mentions of death, hatred, Reader's parents past, On-night stands, pregnancy

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Recently you were having these…uncomfortable memories and thoughts about your parents. 

As people, you honestly didn’t know them much. They weren’t around for you physically, god forbid mentally with their own issues. Your grandmother, Mimi as you called her, was the only mother you truly knew. Alongside her, your grandfather – Papa – was there for all your important milestones, they were the people you called your parents if you had to, they raised you to say the least.

Mimi was always forthright with the lives of your parents. She never wished to sugarcoat the issues they had, however she never fully told you the damage that was done until you were older. Regardless of their flaws, Mimi and Papa really wanted you to know you were always loved by them and your mother. From a young age you realized that your grandfather held resentment for her father never stepping up to the plate but that comment was followed by ‘ but I will love them like the earth was coming to a stop ’. He promised no one would hurt you.

While that comment confused you when you were a child, it made sense, yet you never went without because of their love and affection.

“Mama, I hate him, he is the worst person I’ve ever met.” Bargaining into her home, Rosa kicked her shoes off and slumped onto the couch. She ran a hand over his face, letting out a grumbling yell into her hands. “And I have to spend the rest of my fucking life with him.” 

“Ay, language, Rosa.” Her mother called from the kitchen, “And give him a chance, if he is your soulmate, fate must have brought you together for a reason. Tell me about him.” 

“I met him on campus. God why didn’t I have a longer time between my eighteenth and meeting him! Only five months since I turned eighteen. Fate can suck my dick.” In rebellion, Rosa flipped her middle finger to the ceiling, mentally picturing this overarching ‘Fate’. “He is some asshole from my English class that finally decided to show up weeks into the semester. His name is Atlas and he is clearly a flirt that has probably slept through the whole freshman class already. Mama, he was literally flirting with our professor to excuse all his absences since he turned in all the assignments on time.” 

Rosa continued as ‘Mama’ leaned against the door frame of the living room. “He ran into me on the way out and that’s when the countdown stopped. The…rush that went through me made my heart nearly stop, I got lightheaded. It felt like one of the best feelings on the planet. I’d give anything to feel that one more time, with not a stupid fuck boy like him.”

Sitting down beside her daughter, Mama gently placed her arm on the other’s shoulder, pulling her closer until she could rest her head on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, there has to be some redeeming qualities about him. Like I said, you just met him. Go out with him, talk to him, see what the future could hold.” 

Six months, that’s when the bond first snapped into place. Since November, Rose truly tried to get to know him. With the physical need to be close to one another, they would meet once every other day on campus or at a local library to sustain their ability to live. For her, it was torturous, and for him, he was tired of the unwanted baggage. Now in May, things didn’t change. Resentment continued to grow.

“I don’t like this anymore than you do, Rosa, but can you please stop glaring at the side of my fucking head.” He spat out, sitting beside his soulmate in the library, arms brushing against one another for the necessary physical touch. 

“If you never showed up to that damn class we wouldn’t be in this situation. We would have never met.” Rose bit back, her glare still piercing with every passing moment. 

Deep down they knew it was never going to get better. There were many things left unsaid. Atlas refused to talk about who he really was outside of the playboy persona he put on and Rosa couldn’t even bare her heart to him because of it. 

More often than not, they sat in silence for a singular hour, one that was timed on either of their phones. It was a routine they came up with to live, but not to love. Both knew that neither would feel any love for each other if it continued like this. 

It was a mistake. A drunken mistake. One frat party was enough to ruin everything. 

Rosa wasn’t even supposed to be there but her friends begged since she hadn’t gone to a single party in her first two semesters. One drink led to two, which led to three, and so one. Atlas was already blasted by the time he had spotted her. The bond, much to his distaste, drew him to her. When his hand grazed the skin of her arm, he felt more alive than ever before. In her inebriated state and the bond sending these butterfly inducing sparks through her body, Rosa couldn’t resist the pull they had towards one another. 

Waking up in an unfamiliar room wrapped up under the blanket together wasn’t how either of them wished to spend their Sunday morning, A knock at the door threw them both for a loop. 

“Hey, whoever the hell fucked in my room, can you get out so I can burn it to the ground?!” 

Atlas winced at the voice, head pounding from his headache and at any moment he swore he could just throw up. Beside him, he heard a tired groan and felt the blankets get pulled up. With strained eyes, he peeked under the blanket to see who spent the night with him, ready to make some flirty comment that always sent his late night conquests swoon. 

“Good morning, gorg-” His breath caught in his throat and the sudden rise of nausea only made him cringe. 

At the voice, the woman beside him turned over. Her eyes cracked open, thankfully guarded by the blanket to buffer the light that flooded into the room.

In that moment, they both froze, staring in disbelief at the situation they were in. In the silence, the sound of a pin dropping was able to be heard. 

A switch flipped in both of their heads and instantly they were out of bed, haphazardly throwing their clothes on. Curses flew from their mouths, anger bubbling up from the ongoing animosity towards each other. Soon it turned to full on shouting. 

“..Disgusting, I can’t believe this!” 

“I’m disgusting?! You are the man whore that skips around campus!” 

“Man whore?! At least I’m not some teachers’ pet that can’t handle her alcohol!” 

“God I hate you!” Both screamed, storming out of the room and out of the house. 

The lack of sleep was the first sign of bond withdrawal. By the third day, the loss of appetite was beginning to eat away at their energy even more. 

“Munchkin, you don’t look so good.” Rosa’s father sat on the side of her bed, brushing some hair from her face. He saw all the signs of the withdrawal, everyone was taught about them early on in soulmate and bond education, but seeing them in his own child was heartbreaking, “You need to see him, Rosa. You both are punishing each other.” 

Weakly, she swatted his hand away from her face. “I never…want to see him again.” 

By the sixth day, the ringing in their ears was deafening. 

“Dude, you look like shit.” Atlas’s roommate, Niven, looked upon him with concern, shaking him to get his attention.

Focusing his eyes on Niven’s face, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. The atrocious ringing that pestered him was too loud to hear what he said. “I can’t…I can’t hear you.” He motioned to his head, taking a deep breath and struggling to sit up. 

It was a struggle to get ahold of her, but he managed to get a response through text of her address. Niven was kind enough to drive him, letting him know through a note on his phone to reach out if he needed any help later. 

Knocking on the door was a struggle but when it swung open, the man he was met with, who he assumed was her father, only helped drag him up the stairs. Moving through the house, he barely processed the pictures that he passed, seeing some of what he assumed was Rosa and her family. They looked…happy. 

He was all but tossed at Rosa when her bedroom door was opened. 

The moment there was skin to skin contact, the air that rushed into his lungs felt like the first breath after being held underwater for too long. With him leaning over her, he could see the color returning to his soulmate’s skin. The ringing dissipated and the need for food and sleep weighed down on him. 

A part of him was pleased that he felt better, yet some sick, dark part of him wished they never needed each other to begin with… 

This couldn’t be happening. 

“No no no no. Fuck!” Rosa took the closest thing to her – a plastic wrapping – and threw it against the wall. Tears pooled in her eyes and a single blink had them streaming down her face in a flood. “This can’t be fucking happening.” Her words came out pitiful and unsteady. 

She never thought she’d be here, sitting on the floor of her bathroom with a positive pregnancy test in hand. The two lines taunted her, slapping her in the face at the reality of the situation. Not even twenty, pregnant – to her hated soulmate nonetheless – and not even through college yet. 

Giving herself a moment to cry and let the overwhelming feeling of dread wash over her, Rosa stood and trudged her way down the stairs. 

“Mama, are you home?” She called out, her voice hoarse. At her side, she clenched the test tighter in her hand. 

Hearing shuffling down the hall towards the den, the voice she was looking for called out. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mama called out, making her way down the hall. 

Upon seeing her daughter in such a disheveled state, her maternal instincts were on high alert. “My love, what’s wrong-” Looking at her from head to toe, her breath caught in her chest. “Oh, sweetheart…”

Today they were to meet at a cafe on campus to get their allotted time of physical contact. Weeks had passed since their bond withdrawal, let alone the night they drunkenly slept together. Each meetup felt longer than the last. They barely spoke to each other, let alone look at each other. 

After a long and emotional conversation with her mother, Rosa had to tell Atlas, it was only right. Unlike his personal life, she wasn’t one to sleep around, he was the second person she had ever slept with, the last being three years prior in high school. 

Bile rose in her throat, distracting her from the textbook that rested open before her. 

“Atlas, I need you to listen because I’m only going to say this once.” Rosa began, folding her hands together in her lap. From her peripheral vision, she noticed his attention get drawn to her reluctantly.

Mentally, she was yelling at herself, but the longer she hesitated, the worse she felt. 

“Wha-” 

“I’m pregnant.” 

The world stopped. The weight of the world pushed down on her shoulders at his silence. Slowly, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. Unsurprisingly, the look on his face showed nothing but horror. Atlas leaned away, opening and closing his mouth yet no words came out. He set his jaw the last time he closed his mouth before standing up and quickly grabbing his things. 

“You can’t just run out on this!” She protested, pushing back in her chair and stood up, “Take some responsibility.” 

“Responsibility? Are you fucking serious right now?” He tossed his backpack over his shoulder, staring down at Rosa. “I never wanted a fucking soulmate, I never wanted this- Whatever the hell this is, and I don’t want it. You can’t expect me to just accept this. If you want to keep it, fine, I’ll stick around just to keep you alive if that’s what you want, but keep me out of it.” Each word was laced with venom, tearing her down at the emphasis of those words. 

He walked out without another word and she stood there, feeling the stare of other patrons as tears began to run down her cheeks. 

Atlas kept his word to say the least. He showed up to keep her alive, if she needed extra energy due to morning sickness or stress, he was there physically but never emotionally or mentally. When Rosa went into labor, he stayed a majority out of the room unless he was needed. 

As time went on, he had paid the bare minimum in child support, he never held his child or asked to see them. He became the typical absent father. No one was surprised. 

Rosa started to experience horrible postpartum depression and never truly recovered. Her mother and father had taken over the majority of the care for the baby. With her holed up in her room, the time between meetings to satisfy the bonds were still frequent but had begun to falter due to her emotional state and his reluctance to be around. 

She sought professional help and things were getting better. 

By the time the little one was three, there was a routine, Atlas followed it, steered clear of the kid, paid the money on time.

But one day the tension snapped, the metaphoric glass spilled over. 

“I can’t do this anymore! It’s driving me insane!” Atlas had stormed into the house, eyes bloodshot, breath ragged. “Why did I agree to keep you alive?! You have done nothing but drag me down with you every step of the way.” 

Mama had taken the kid away so they wouldn’t hear the fighting, she didn’t want this to be imprinted in their memory. 

“You think I like this any more than you do? I’m a single mom living with her parents while my selfish baby daddy is still sleeping around like the disgusting slut he was in college!” 

“Woe is me, Rosa. Give me a damn break!” He stepped into her personal space, faces inches apart, “You could have got rid of that kid but no! You kept it and ruined your life, my life, and your family’s life! I’m done, I’m not coming over, I’m not answering any more calls, I’m not sending any more money.” 

Her father pushed him away, eyes wide at the implications of his words. 

“If you want to see selfish, you are going to rot in hell with me.” 

Your grandparents never wanted you to hate them. They never wanted you to be afraid of what fate had in store for you. Both encouraged you to be your best self in spite of the rough hand you were dealt in life.

Communication was a skill they wanted you to know and wanted you to know it well. It was a lesson they instilled as far back as your memory went. If you needed help, you asked, if you felt curious, you questioned, but most important, if you were hurting, you told.   

They wouldn’t let you succumb to the same circumstances as your parents did.

[swallowedbyfandom]

When she gets in Varley hurriedly escorts her into the drawing room. That must mean Lord Debling has come sniffing around. She is about to ruin her mama's week by turning that man's title and fortune down. There is something to be said about embracing spite.

Lord Debling rises to his feet as soon as she walks in. It seems she is not the only one dressed to impress today. Were she in a more forgiving mood she would be quite moved by the effort he has made with his appearance. She softens her body language into something a little more fragile. She widens her eyes into something a glassy and a touch disappointed. Let this hero see how he has let her down so. Let him grieve his foolish doubts. She lets him briefly see her betrayal before she tilts her chin up and changes her face into something much more resolved.

She knows he has noticed the byplay across her face by the tightness at the corners of his eyes and the downturns of his brow. He bows much lower than is necessary to her.

"Miss Featherington, may I say you look exquisite today. I know you were not expecting me given the way we left off last night. I have hoped you would indulge me today so that we may clear the air so to speak."

"Of course My Lord, I think that would be beneficial for us both."

"I want to apologize for the way I conducted myself last night. You are a true Lady and you have always conducted yourself with the upmost propriety. You did not deserve my accusations. Please forgive me."

"Lord Debling, you are not a simpleton so I imagine you have noticed that my home life is not healthy. Bridgerton house was my sanctuary growing up. It was where I went to escape the negligence and the harsh words of my family."

Her mother's harsh tone and glare cut her off, "My Lord, please excuse her tales. She often forgets her place, reminding your child of their deficiencies is a parent's duty. How else will they learn if you allow them to have their own thoughts?"

Really her mother has just made her point beautifully. She can see Lord Debling's fists are both clenched and he is grinding his jaw hard enough to crack a tooth. She allows a few tears to spill out at the harsh words to complete the effect. It is the tears that ultimately cause him to lash out at her mama.

"Lady Featherington I would advise that you not interrupt us again. I am here to speak to Miss Penelope, only."

Softly he takes hold of her hand.

"Please continue, I would like a clearer understanding of you."

She takes a deep breath and proceeds.

"I was practically raised in Bridgerton house from the ages of 8 until 16. I have taken most of my lessons with the Bridgerton children as my sisters were often cruel if they felt I was being a know it all. While high society likes to focus on my friendships with Eloise and Colin, in truth I was always close with all the Bridgerton ladies."

"That is why I enjoy the view so much. It is to date, the only home I have ever found acceptance in. Where I can partake in a meal without reprimand for every morsel that passes my lips. It is Lady Violet I flee to when I am in need of maternal comfort. I have always been a timid wallflower, after all my mama made me debut at 16 and I was nowhere near ready for marriage that young. It has been three years since and I am more settled into myself. I decided I was ready to seek marriage."

She tightens her grip on his hand as if seeking comfort. She can feel the fine tremble in his strong grasp. It is almost enough to make her reconsider.

"I asked Mr. Bridgerton to help me on the marriage mart this year because my family has no patriarch to vet suitors for me. Mr. Bridgerton would be able to find out which gentlemen had illegitimate children or kept mistresses. All things that a gently bred Lady would not know. I trusted Mr. Bridgerton to weed out the gentleman prone to vice or violence as he is my oldest friend in the world. I do not trust my mama."

"My mama would sell me to the first man of title or wealth that made her an offer without a single care. Did she ask you any questions that did not pertain to your estate or wealth? Or did she spend the entire time hinting at favors that could be done for the benefit of my sisters and herself?"

She watches that realization play out across his handsome face. He appears to be in physical pain to have missed such a glaring sign of Portia's lack of regard for her.

"I had thought you different from the gentleman of the Ton. I had thought you a man of great convictions. An individual much like myself who dares to be different regardless of the mockery. I had thought we would have a marriage of partnership and trust."

"Last night you assumed the worst of me without any hesitation. If you doubt me now so easily, how am I to trust you will not doubt me after you have been traveling for a prolonged bout of time? I will not live my life waiting for some wild accusation to turn you against me. "

"More than anything I want stability for my self and my future children. I wish to marry a man of keen wit and substance. I had thought you with your intellect, age, and kindness, to be such a man."

"I see now unfortunately you are not. You My Lord, are like all the rest. Quick to make assumptions and assign blame. You had already made up your mind of my guilt before ever speaking to me. I shan't allow myself to marry a man who already seeks to betray me."

"I may want someone to save me from this cage I reside in but I will not trade one harsh home for another. I would rather be a spinster, My Lord."

She withdraws her hand from his, and gives him a sad look from under her lashes as she curtesy. As she walks away from him she hears him call out to her in a voice that sounds like gravel.

"Miss Penelope, I am ashamed to have added to your sorrow." She hears him walk up behind her, so she turns to face him. He place a ring into the center of her palm and closes her fingers delicately around it. Then he places a sweet kiss on her wrist. She feels his beard tickle across her skin. She allows herself a single shudder of intrigue.

"I know words are insufficient for the injury I have caused you. Please keep the ring, I picked it for you and it should grace no hand other than yours. You are truly incomparable. Farewell, my dove."

She leaves him standing in her drawing room. She wants to wash her face and take a nap. While she enjoys reading people to filth doing so in such a manipulative manner is exhausting.

She has barely finished removing her gown and washing her face when her mother strolls into her room. Her mama looks fit to burst with disbelief and rage.

"Why? Penelope that man brought a ring with him you could have still married him. His coin is the answer to all our problems."

"Why would you tell him all that? You ungrateful child! Everything I have done has been for our benefit."

There are a million reasons she can give but there are only two that Portia would understand, only two Portia will respect.

"Mother, Lord Debling's great passion in life is rescuing all the poor endangered creatures of the world. He believes himself superior to all other men an enlightened defender of the weak. He wants to spend the next 3 years rescuing birds! I just made myself the most injured bird he has ever encountered. It is a tragedy, is it not? That his actions have wounded me further? His guilt will eat him alive!"

"Are you not tired of suffering for the actions of weak men? Men never pay for their actions. But a single hint of wrong doing can see a lady ruined and thrown out into the streets."

"Lord Debling will end tonight drowning his sorrows at some high end Gentlemen's club. He will lament over his loss of me. He will sing my praises and my reputation will remain intact. My status has just gone from an unwanted wallflower to a wild blossom that cannot be plucked by just anybody."

"Miss Cowper sought to steal my future, mama. She may still entrap him yet, but she will have to work harder for it. Even if they marry he will long for the life he could have had with me. He will pine away for the protection he could have given me. He will wonder about the unique children we could have had together."

"If Cressida does get a ring from him she will have to accept it knowing it was the second one he issued this season. Do you understand now?"

Shockingly her mother looks more impressed than she has ever seen her. Portia gently runs her fingers through her hair and drops a kiss on the crown of her head. She nods once.

"Yes, I understand now."

Penelope feels a little like she is trapped in a fever dream. Perhaps her mama is ill? She will keep an eye out later. Right now she needs a nap.

[jordie-gvf]

more to love, josh kiszka

this is for my plus size ladies! i wrote this from experience!

friendly reminder that if ANYONE needs someone to talk to, that I am here.

warnings : bullying, language, being the overweight best friend, crying, smut, oral f rec

word count : 1.4k+

pairing : josh kiszka x plussize!reader

There was no denying that you had been bigger than most women. There was no thigh gap, you had flabby arms, you had love handles, you had always been big. 

Josh never saw it as big. He viewed you as more to love. He loved everything about you. He loved falling asleep on you, he loved wearing your clothes, he loved grabbing your thighs, he loved you.

You, Josh, Jake, and Rachel had gone out. Rachel and Jake had been together for a little while shorter than you and Josh had. Jake and Rachel met through you. She was your best friend. The skinny best friend, the one who was always the spotlight. 

You walked into the restaurant and saw Rachel, dressed in a tight red dress, hair done, perfect nails. Perfect body, perfect hair, perfect nails. Everything about her was perfect. 

You and Josh sat down at the table and ordered your drinks. “Don't you think you should lay off the sweet tea, hun?” Rachel said. You looked at her astonished, “Excuse me?” you asked her.

“I said, are you going to lay off the tea? That shit is so bad for you, no wonder why you look like that. Your thighs look fucking huge.” she repeated. You looked at her, mouth hung open. Josh looked over at Jake and he was looking over at Rachel, surprised.

Your drinks came over and the waitress asked if you were ready to order food. You hadn't eaten anything yet and Josh knew that. “I will take chicken tenders and fries with ranch. What do you want, love?” he asked you. You shook your head and said, “I'm fine.” He shook his head and said to the waitress, “She’ll take the same, thank you.” He turned to you and said, “You have to eat, hun.” You shook your head and got up from the table. 

You went to the bathroom and locked the door, looking in the mirror. You took one look into the reflection of your own eyes. “Why didn't I come out like her?” you said to yourself, getting teary eyed. Your hair had been curly and shaggy, just like Danny’s. Your outfit was a blue sweater with jeans and white shoes. Your nails were just pink with a heart on your middle and ring fingers.

You ended up in the bathroom corner, head in your hands, crying. The door knob jiggled and in came the bartender. She had been one of your best friends in high school, before Rachel. She witnessed all the harsh words Rachel had said to you in high school.

“Y/N, is that you?” Michelle asked you. You nodded and she got down on the floor with you. “Come on, why are you crying? Don't tell me it's Rachel, again?” She asked you. You nodded and she sighed. She moved next to you and put her head on your shoulder, comforting you. 

Michelle was at your wedding, she was your maid of honor. “You have one thing she doesn't, Kiszka attached to her name, you do. She doesn't have that beautiful ring on her finger.” she said. 

You looked down at your left hand and saw your ring. Josh had picked out the most beautiful ring for you. You heard a “Mama? You in here?” 

Josh. You had left him at the table, alone. Michelle opened the stall and in walked Josh, your purse, a to go bag, and a sweet tea in his hand. He stuck his free hand out and said, “Come on, let's go home.” 

He helped you up and you hugged him. Knowing that's what you needed in moments like that, he put everything on the floor and hugged you back. “I know,” was all he had to say. 

You two got home and you grabbed your purse out of the backseat. Josh grabbed the food and put it all out on the kitchen table. He poured your tea into your favorite cup and added lots of ice. He sat back down and said, “You weren't there, but Jake and I told her what she said was wrong. He wouldn't let me cuss her out.” 

NO ONE'S POV

“Why would you say that to her? You know she has problems with her body image, what the hell is wrong with you?” Josh scolded Rachel. “Yeah Rach, I mean seriously. Did you really need to say that to her?” Jake agreed with his brother. Rachel looked over at Jake and said, “Well I'm not wrong. She's slowly killing herself. She needs to eat healthier and go to the gym.” 

“She goes to the gym! She eats salads every night for dinner! She eats salad and then goes to the gym, for hours on end. I saw her in the mirror the other day, grabbing her thigh and making it look smaller, saying “My body is my body, there is nothing I can do.” So fuck you. She wakes up at 3AM, starving cause all she eats is fucking lettuce and doesnt eat anything to support her needs. You know what she needs, is a fucking support system! She needs someone to understand how she feels. You've been her best friend since college and this is how you treat her?” Josh said and stood up from the table. He looked at his little brother and said, “Your bitch needs a leash.” and walked away. 

He went to the bar and told them to pack the food to-go and if they could add a large sweet tea. Jake came over and said, “Tell Y/N that I'm sorry.” Josh turned to him and said, “It's not you who should be apologizing.” 

He got the food and walked into the bathroom and saw Michelle and Y/N in the stall together.

Y/N'S POV

You and Josh had eaten dinner and went upstairs to get ready for the night. You showered together, but Josh finished first. He set out clothes for you and got into his pajamas. He laid down and waited for you to finish in the shower.

You came out of the bathroom and saw your clothes sitting on the edge of your bed. You saw your favorite lotion sitting on the bed. “Can I put it on for you?” Josh spoke up and asked. You nodded and he let you sit down on the bed. You put your cami and panties on but left the pants off so he could rub lotion on you. 

“Look at that beautiful ring, it shines just like you.” he said. You blushed and reached down for a kiss. He laid you down and moved down to your legs. He rubbed your legs and said, “Can I take these off?” and played with the waistband of your panties. You nodded and he said, “Let me hear you say it.” 

“Yes Josh, please take them off.” you told him, growing impatient. He pulled them down and said, “Look at that, Mama. Why’re you all wet, baby?” You kept silent and let him work his magic. He rubbed your thighs and said, “I love your thighs, especially when my head is buried between them. Keep my ears warm, baby.” and put his head between your legs. 

He attached his lips to your clit and wrapped his arms up under your ass, resting his hands on your ass cheeks. He nuzzled his face closer into you and you felt his tongue dart in and out of you.

He continued his assault on your pussy, never slowing the pace of his tongue. He removed one hand from you and attached his thumb to your clit. You sat up on your elbows and looked at Josh. He looked up at you, lower half his face no longer in your sight. He flashed his pretty brown eyes at you and sucked harder on you.

You laid back down and threaded your left hand into his hair. He moaned into you when you tugged on his hair a little. His hair had gotten caught on something, so you looked and saw your ring, snagged in his hair. You pulled your ring out of his hair, which caused his head to jerk forward. He moaned into you and licked faster.

After you had finished, he kissed up your body and focused on your stomach. He laid his head down on you and said, “I love you and your perfect body. It's just more to love.”

[pondslime]

squall

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

word count: 5.1k

A thunderstorm rolls through Ambrose. Bo has a nightmare.

Bo POV. He sucks on some titties and is nasty about it. He really doesn’t deserve it, but he gets laid. Confusing weird dynamics. 

Crossposted on AO3 here.

Canon-typical violence and references to childhood trauma. 

Mommy and daddy kink. Stockholm syndrome. Reader isn’t here with Bo by choice. Religious imagery and symbolism but make it filthy. Shitty nasty AWFUL thoughts about women from soggy loser man. Misogynistic language and behavior. Dubious consent that actually shifts into enthusiastic consent (this is the first fic where I can kinda comfortably say that the reader might be having a little fun). However, he’s still the worst and this is still weird.

Bo Sinclair as an individual is a trigger warning. He is THE trigger warning!! He is EVERY single trigger warning!! 

this was born from an unhinged late night convo w/my partner in slime and sanitarium roommate, @raccoonspooky​. this fic has breached containment and is now coming 2 a tumblr dash near u! scary stuff!

squall (noun) 1. a sudden violent wind often with rain or snow 2. a short-lived commotion

The office window is mangled.

Bo’s eyes dance over the spiderweb of splintered glass. Vincent’s frozen in place, hands anxiously clenched around the baseball bat. This is his fault for once, and he doesn’t know what to do.

That’s how Bo gets here, standing in his father’s office, staring down at jagged pieces of broken glass. He’ll clean it up. He has to. Vincent doesn’t know how. He’s picking up the baseball when his father appears in the doorway. That’s the beginning and end of every story in this house, isn’t it?

He’s explaining himself, sputtering out a string of words—his father isn’t listening. He never does. If he did, maybe things would be different. Maybe the world wouldn’t taste like copper and vomit. But he doesn’t exist in maybe’s, does he? He exists here, and here is all there is.

“Tryin’ to blame this shit on your brother.” His father looms over him. “Look at me. Your mama’s soft on you. But you can’t pull that shit with me.”

“C’mon.” Salvation, his mother appearing over his father’s shoulder. She’s shaking her head, her forehead creasing in exhaustion. “Enough of that.”

She steps over to Bo, her heels crunching on the glass. Reaching down, she cups his face in her hands. He’s blubbering out the same excuses from before. She doesn’t listen either, but her hands are soft. So is her voice.

“No more cryin’, okay?” She sighs, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. He should bite her, he’s done it before—he wants to do it again, now, because she isn’t listening. But he doesn’t. “That’s baby stuff. You’re too old for that.”

He nods.

“You go pick all that up, now.” When she smiles at him, it doesn’t reach her eyes. “No broom. Use your hands.”

Ambrose blooms white under two jittered flashes of lightning. Thunder crashes overhead, sheets of water spilling over the eaves of the house.

Standing on the porch, Bo chews on the inside of his mouth.

A broken window. He’s not entirely sure if that ever really happened. He’d remember something like that, wouldn’t he? Lord knows, he remembers everything else.

He turns his hands over, squinting at his palms. The skin holds memories. He can’t see any scars there, but it’s hard to see in the dark. The porch light isn’t working. Come to think of it, none of the lights are. He hadn’t noticed before. It’s muscle memory now, finding his way downstairs in the dark. He’d been tugging his clothes on before he even realized that he was awake. 

He looks out at the rain, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Down the hill, his mother sleeps under the watchful eye of rows of devoted mourners. She’s developed quite the collection over the years. It’s what she always wanted. She’s something, she’s the main event. 

Where’s your father, boy?

He’s all over the state, mama. Remember that lipstick on his collar? He can’t keep his hands to himself.

Doc Sinclair is scattered down the back roads, his jaw shattered to pieces on the stoop. He’s out there—a man meant to be forgotten; teeth ground up, sifted in with the gravel. All those years of medical school sure added up to a lot, didn’t it? 

Anatomy, physiology, vivisection. Fingers in the garbage disposal, stabbed onto the end of fishhooks. All but one.

Victor’s ring finger went into a retention pond. The flesh was molted and black by that point, rotting away in Bo’s glove compartment. He held onto that one for a while. You’ll never forget a smell like that, not in the last sweltering days of the summer. It was the principle of the thing, really.

That’s respect, Pa. That’s memorial. 

The sky flashes pale, electric purple. He’d remember breaking the office window. He’s sure of it.

Separate tombs, scattered graves. After all, Bo never promised that they’d be buried together. You have to ask for what you want. Nobody will do anything for you if you keep your mouth closed.

Bo looks out into the dark, past the pelting deluge of rain. If ever there was a night for ghosts, it’s this one. He imagines his father making his way up to the church. Piecing together his limbs, eager to make room in her coffin. Honor thy father and mother, in all their rot and mildew. 

He puts the cigarette out on the wall, flicking the butt onto the stoop.

Lightning creases the sky. In the pulsing after-image, he narrows his eyes. Somewhere, at the end of the road, he can almost make out the shadowy edges of a silhouette. Another flash and it’s gone. Rain lashes his skin as he hurries down the stairs. Standing in the driveway, he peers down at the empty expanse of road. Nothing there. Just his eyes playing tricks on him.

He tenses up when he hears his name, twisting his head toward the noise. The door is open and you’re standing on the stoop, arms wrapped around yourself. How long have you been watching him? You call out to him again. The road is empty.

When he stomps back up the steps, you hurry to the side of the doorway, watching him with wide eyes.

“Power’s out.” You murmur.

“No shit.” His mouth feels gummy. “Lock that door.”

You’re quick to follow him into the kitchen, fluttering anxiously at his side. The room is bathed in flickering yellow light as you light candles, peering at him over your shoulder. The worry on your face sends a fresh wave of irritation washing through him. You’re always underfoot, at his heels like a fucking dog.

He tries the tap. Nothing happens. He huffs out an exasperated sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Power shoulda kicked on by now.” He curses under his breath, crouching down to fish in the cupboard under the sink. Grabbing a gallon jug of water, he unscrews the cap and raises it to his lips. “Generator’s fuckin’ busted.”

Tipping his head back, he gulps down a mouthful of water. Satiated, he shoves the jug back under the sink, getting to his feet.

"You can't go out in the rain like that!" You exclaim, your eyebrows knit together in concern. "You're gonna get sick."

"The fuck do you care, woman?” He grunts at you, scowling. Rainwater trickles off his forehead and hits the linoleum. “Always up in my goddamn business.”

“You’re dripping everywhere.” You state.

“Am I?” He sneers.

“Hold on.” Turning on your heel, you disappear out the door.

A resounding crash of thunder rumbles above and the window rattles on its hinges. Rain batters at the glass, obscuring his view outside.

He can’t shake the feeling that something’s out past all that gloom, lurching towards the church. It’s scratching under his skin, biting into his blood. He turns his hands over. No scars, no broken window. That’s the truth. There’s nothing out there anyway—nothing living at least. But what about everything else? He worries with his ring. The metal feels heavier tonight.

Dreams are just that—dreams. You told him that once, standing here in this kitchen. He’d like to believe that tonight. You’re a liar, but you’re a pretty one.  

On the third day, Christ rose from the dead. A hell of a lot more time than that has already passed. If it was going to happen, it would’ve already.

The sound of the kitchen door swinging open disrupts his train of thought. He welcomes the interruption, even if it is from you.

You look up at him expectantly, a towel in your arms. Grudgingly, he allows you to approach him. His wet clothes stick to him as you reach up to wrap the towel around his shoulders.

“Whose house is this anyway, huh?" He grumbles as you wipe the edge of the towel against his forehead.

"Yours." A quick response. He catches your wrist, fixing you with a glare. Too quick. Tugging the towel out of your hands roughly, he rubs it over his hair. You want something done right, you do it yourself.

"That's what I fuckin' thought."

You're going through the motions tonight, he can tell. He glances down at you, his eyes darting down your frame. His mouth tightens into a flat line. What the hell are you up to? Prettied yourself up, ran a brush through your hair when he left. Who are you trying to impress? Under the faded print of his old t-shirt, he can see the outline of your nipples through the cotton.

Jesus, girl. What if his brother walked in?

“The fuck is this?”

“What?” Your eyes are wide. You’re always looking at him with that same stupid expression, as if you need him to tell you how you’re supposed to feel. You’re always putting that shit on him.

As if I ever fuckin’ asked for that.

“We ain’t alone in this house.” He snarls at you, tossing the towel onto the ground. “You’d show all that off to him too?”

“What? I don’t—”

“Bet you’d like that.” He cuts you off before you can stutter out a string of mindless excuses. “Fuckin’ tramp.”

“No, I wouldn’t, I—” You’re stuck on defense, and you don’t even know how to play the damn game.

“Tell ya’ what, girl.” He pinches your nipple through your shirt, tugging it forward. Your face screws up in pain and you squeak out a yelp. “You wanna walk ‘round here like a whore? Be my guest. Maybe he’ll fuck ya’. Give me a break from your shit.”

He twists his fingers. It hurts, he can tell, but despite your shuddering throat, you don’t move. He feels a flash of satisfaction at your stillness.

He felt sorry for you once. Back when you still had a little bit of fight left in you, your teeth biting down on his hand. You were pitiful then, dragging your nails over his arm, spitting on his face. When you thought you were going to die, you became something else, something more primal.

You were going to kill him, remember?

He plucks cruelly at your nipple, flicking at it with his thumb. With a shuddering exhale, you release your hands from the tight balls you’ve curled them into.

That’s a girl. He had to wrench this version of you out. The real girl under the threats, peeking through the flame in your eyes. You were always waiting to come out, but no one had ever really let you. 

Thank me for this, girl. Thank me. Tell me how this hurts. I showed you how to take it without cryin’. There’s power in that.

“Tryin’ to screw my goddamn brother. Never any fuckin’ shame with you.”

“That’s not true.” You wince. “I’m all yours. You know that.”

“Do I?” He spits out, finally dropping his hand. “I don’t know ‘bout that, baby. I really don’t.”

"Will you come back to bed?” Your hand brushes his arm, and he smacks it away. Another boom of thunder rumbles above.

“I gotta get the power up.”

“It’s late.” Your tone is gentle, a plodding rhythm that reminds him of the bed upstairs. “There’s nothing in the fridge that’ll spoil anyway. You’re tired.”

“Can’t get into bed like this.” He gestures down at himself. 

“I’ll get you a dry shirt.”

“Sure ya’ will.” He jabs his chin towards you. “The one you got on.”

You glance around the kitchen, peering out into the dark living room. Your hands worry with the bottom of the shirt. It’s downright hilarious watching how your mind works. You always get fixated by the strangest things.

So now you’re going to act all shy.

“You hear me?” Your eyes snap back on his face and his lips twist into a smirk. “Take it off, girl.”

You’re not moving fast enough. You’ve always got to misbehave—he’s not sure if you think you’re cute for that, but it’s getting old. He wrenches your arms up, tugging the shirt over your head. You let out a muffled noise.

You make a move to cover yourself up before dropping your arms ineffectually at your side. Balling the shirt up in his hand, he glances down at you.

“Look at that, huh?” He boxes you into the counter, bracketing you against the wood. “What? You ain’t have no problem showin’ all that off before! You wanna give him a show, honey? Do it proper.”

In the bedroom, he peels of his wet clothes, throwing them in a heap by the door. The shirt that he tugs on smells like you, warm skin and soap. You watch him from the bed, knees pulled up to your chin.

“Whatchu waitin’ for? Get to bed.”

He’s saying it more to himself than to you.

Bo’s back in his father’s office, glass slicing into his hand.

His mother is at the door. She makes her way into the room, stepping over shards of glass. His father blurs, fading out around the edges. He almost looks like someone Bo recognizes, but the features are in all the wrong places. Strange. He squints. Mama looks wrong too, but he can’t place why. The pain is distracting him, blossoming red and angry through his palm.

Vincent’s playing piano down the hallway. Fuckin’ freak. Can’t he come in here and help clean up? He made the mess. Goddammit. His mother presses a kiss onto his father’s neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. Pa doesn’t react. How can you ignore someone so beautiful? She’s kissing you and you’re glaring at the ground.

Don’t you understand, Pa? You’ve made her sad, you’ve disappointed her, and now you’re coating your hands in glass. It’s what she wanted. Give her what she wants, boy. You love her, right?

Wrong eyes. That’s it. There’s blood dripping onto Bo’s jeans.

You love her this much?

That’s not his mother at all. Whose eyes are those?

“Hey. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Lightning streaks the sky. There’s no glass biting into his palms.

You’re sitting up against the headboard, pulling him into your arms. He growls a bit in frustration. This is your fault. You just had to ask him to go back to bed. You can’t be alone, not for a single second. You need him here, pressed up beside you. Wrapping your arms around him, resting his head against your chest.

“You’ve been through so much, baby.”

It’s pathetic. As if you could really help him, as if he needs that from you. He almost hates you for it, but you can’t hate something so desperate. You have to have pity for those lesser than you.

Women hunger for strength. They have to. They’re twisted, imperfect copies of men, always trying to steal strength from the people they wish they could be.

You’re the same. How could you be any different? You’re all soft, warm skin. Bowing his head, he rounds his lips around your nipple. He’s lapping his tongue around more of that softness, feeling it harden against his tongue. Trying to fortify yourself against him, prove that you’re more than a collection of malleable flesh. He sees through you, girl.

“Do you like that, baby?”

He groans against your skin, nuzzling his nose into your breast. He reaches over and cups your other breast, letting it fill his palm. Pawing at you, he traps your nipple, pinching it between his knuckles. Your chest flutters a bit and the nipple in his mouth nudges forward against his tongue. 

He closes his eyes.

Oh, the flesh is weak. Every day you give him something new to have to be forgiven for. You can’t be good; you can’t be dead. You stay here because you want him on his knees, muttering apologies to God.

“You’re always working so hard.” Your nipple is firm in his mouth, and he can hear your breathing hitch as he teases his teeth around it. “I couldn’t do that. I’m not strong enough.”

You aren’t. You never were. His strength, your hands in his hair. Your fingers run over the scar at the back of his head and the slight pressure makes him groan. It’s an electric buzz of a feeling, making his hand stutter on your breast.

“Is that good, baby?”

Your thumb strokes down his scar again and his eyes flash open. You’ve peeled his skin apart, dragging your fingers along an exposed nerve. A crack of lightning paints the room white. He blinks. Dark again, thunder booming overhead. It feels like the storm has rumbled its way into him through your fingertips. Who gave you the right?

You want to hurt him.

“You’re so brave, baby. My poor baby, my strong man.”

Your voice is a warm hum of noise above him. Your hand strokes down his neck, sliding onto his shoulder. Cooing, you rub gentle circles into his skin with your thumb. Casting fucking spells in his bedroom. You probably brought the storm. He wouldn’t be surprised.

“I need you. I’d fall apart without you. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Proud. The word curls into his mind, wrapping white-hot and insistent around his cock. His mouth goes slack and he turns his head up to look at you, letting your nipple fall out of his mouth. The lightning illuminates your face for a moment. There you are, sitting in the middle of a storm, smiling down at him.

“Mama.” He chokes the word out. It’s been sitting in his mouth this whole time, clawing away at his throat.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He pushes against you, hiking his leg over yours. 

“Did I make you hard, baby?” He feels your lips against his hair. “That’s all my fault, yeah? I’m sorry.”

“Stop doin’ shit you have to be sorry for.” He grunts into your skin. You whimper a bit, and he rocks against your leg with a groan. “Just be good. I’m always tellin’ you that.” 

“I know, baby.”

“Man has to have the patience of a fuckin’ saint—” He bites into the side of your breast. You flinch, the hand on his shoulder twitching. “—bein’ ‘round you.”

He ruts furiously against you, digging his fingers into your hip. He’s painfully hard, rubbing at your leg through his boxers. You’ve got him. You’ve tied your bonds around him, cut his hair. He’s blind and you’re laughing. He growls against your breast, sucking your nipple back into his mouth.

You lie down with dogs and you’ll get fleas, boy.

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry, baby.” You murmur. “Can I kiss it better? Please?”

He shudders out a breath.

“Just lay back, baby. It’s okay. Let me.”

You’re clamoring over him, scooting down the bed to kneel between his legs. Your hand wraps around his cock. You’ve got a lot of nerve. He reaches down and tangles his hand into your hair. 

You splay your hands out on his thighs, pressing kisses up his cock. He swallows, huffing out a tight exhale of breath. His hand tightens in your hair as he palms at himself and you open your mouth obediently, blinking up at him. He slaps his cock against your tongue, watching your half-lidded eyes flutter.

“—’M not lettin’ you have this.” His voice is ragged. “Fuckin’ whore.”

“You shouldn’t.” You press desperate, sloppy kisses on the head of his cock. Dragging your tongue along it, you lick up a beaded trickle of precum. He holds you off, just enough so that he can watch you struggle forward trying to take him into your mouth. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Ya’ don’t.”

“I don’t deserve anything.” You pant, craning your neck closer. He feels your tongue on the underside of his cock, licking a hot stripe up his skin. “But you give me so much. You’re such a good man.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He forces your head down roughly, feeling you wretch wetly around his cock. Your throat constricts wildly, and he hisses through his teeth. With a sharp tug, he wrenches your head back. You cough, your hands twitching on his thighs. A line of spit hangs off your bottom lip, sticking to your chin.

You hate him, he knows that. He’s not stupid.

A caged lion is still a lion, no matter how many tricks you teach it. Look at it. It can take the meat you dangle over its cage so pretty. No teeth, just an open mouth. But it paces when you leave, boy. Watches you when you turn your back, biding its time. Stands in your kitchen with sad eyes, waiting for you to return.

“I’m here for you.” You whisper. “Only for you.”

“That true?” His hand tightens around the shaft of his cock, and he drags it over your open lips.

Come back to bed, come crawl into its cage. It looked lonely in there, didn’t it? And it loves you—in the way that you love the things you have to. Stupid fucker. Eventually you’ll make a mistake and it’ll realize that you like having it close more than you like keeping it in the cage.

You want him like this, swallowed down your throat. Disposable, rinsed out and spit down the sink. The thought burns behind his eyes, splattered red and angry. Of course you want that—it absolves you, leaves him weak.

“On your back. Now.”

He tugs your panties off, tossing them somewhere beside the bed. He’s surprised that you kept them on this long—you’re funny like that. As if you didn’t always want to end up back here, like you expected anything less. He pulls your legs apart, tugging you to the edge of the bed.

When he teases the head of his cock against your clit, you gasp.  

You’re always so wet for him. It’s how it’s always been with you—even at the beginning, when you couldn’t hide your hatred. You were wet then, wet now. The parts of you that fought him dissolved down between your legs, melting into nothing more than wetness around his cock. It was all still there, that anger, wrapped helplessly around him. You always want more.

His pretty, stupid little hole.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him before he rocks his hips to fill you completely. Why should he? It’s not like you need it. You get what you get. You let out a strangled moan, squeaking out a breath. 

He holds you in place and your legs shake. If you’re nothing else, you’re such a pretty little fucktoy. Just waiting for him to wake up and play with you. You tell him as much, with the way you clench desperately around him. How was he ever supposed to let you go when this is what you were made for? He’d be denying you this, and with the way you buck up around his cock, he knows that it’d kill you. 

“I—” You whine, squirming underneath him. “—miss you. When you’re gone. I miss this.”

“Yeah?” Slowly, he angles himself back, pulling out of you.

“You’re so good to me. S-so good.” He thrusts forward again, burying himself back into your core. You squeal, gaping up at him.

“This is mine, girl. Don’t you be forgettin’.”

You hum your assent, wriggling your hips down to fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re nothin’ but a hole, mama. Don’t that feel good?”

“Daddy.” You clench around him, hiccupping out a strangled moan. He groans, gritting his teeth. You’re trembling something fierce. He reaches down to cup at where both of you are joined, your pussy swallowing around the base of his cock. 

“Always gotta be filled up, huh? Don’t know what to do with yourself if ya’ ain’t gettin’ fucked?”

“Yes. Yes, please—please.” 

“You think ‘bout me? You think ‘bout this?”

“Yes.” Your hand stutters up to clench at your breast, your nails digging into your flesh. “I can’t even cum on my own anymore. I need you.”

“Ya’ shouldn’t be touchin’ yourself when I’m not here.” He snaps, glaring down at you. “This pussy ain’t yours, bitch.”

You nod weakly up at him, your mouth hanging open. With a snap of his hips, he thrusts roughly into you. The room flickers white.

“Don’t touch that fuckin’ pussy.” He orders sharply, pulling your legs further apart. “You’re cummin’ like this or you ain’t cummin’ at all.”

He knows that if he’d let you, your fingers would already be there, rubbing at your clit. You know better, though. He’s not giving you that tonight. You don’t get to choose. Gritting his teeth, he fucks into you violently; cruel, uncaring thrusts that slam his balls against your thighs.  

That’s what you get tonight. This ain’t up to you.

Wide eyes again, always those wide eyes. A window to the soul, and yours is all fucked out, blasted out into a thousand squirming bits. Everything that keeps you alive is right here, wrapped around his cock. Pink sodden meat, a hole in the middle of a rotten peach. You can’t hide what you are here in the dark. He doesn’t have to solve any of your problems. You don’t have the chance to lie. There aren’t any words to put into your mouth, no pretty platitudes to distract him.

This is his house. You said it yourself. You might show yourself off to his brother, but it’s his bed that you end your days in. Stretched open and drooling, begging him to plug you full of cock. This is what you think about, this is what you need. Touching yourself when he leaves, thoughtlessly delving your hands between your legs. Proud enough of it that you told him.

Fuckin’ filthy. He sure knows how to pick ‘em, huh?

Wind howls outside the windows, a shrill scream of sound that whips wildly around the house. The storm rumbles incessantly overhead. He can’t get a handle on his thoughts.

Delilah knew what she was doing. So do you. Samson loved her and he told her, he told her all the time. You give something evil all of that and what do you expect it to do with it? C’mon, boy. It’s the oldest story in the fuckin’ book. She’ll ply it out of you with soft lips and the curve of her hips and suddenly you’re kneeling on the floor, your hair shorn and holes in your skull where your eyes had been. And they’ll be laughing at you, because how couldn’t you have known?

He leans down to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. When he pulls back, you reach up to cradle his face in your hands. Your fingers graze lightly over his chin.  

“You’re perfect.” You whisper against his lips. “You’re so perfect.”

He hisses out a breath. You yelp as he slams back into you, your fingers quivering on his jaw. You’re making a hell of a fuckin’ racket, girl. They’ll be able to hear you all over town. Is that what you want? Course it is. 

You can’t have his strength.

You don’t have anywhere to put it, with all this softness. The void of space between your legs, the wet clutch of your mouth—those are the only places that can hold strength like that. And even then, you can only take it for short fragments of time. Eventually, you’ll always end up crying, sputtering around all of him, desperately trying to sink into everything that he is. But you can’t, because you hold yourself back. 

He thrusts forward frantically, swallowing down a moan. You’re close, desperately so, your hands slipping down to brace yourself against his chest.

It isn’t enough to have strength inside you, filling you up. No, you need to take it. You need to hold him in the dark, drag nightmares out of him of your mouth on his father’s neck.

With a cry, you gush around him, clenching helplessly around his cock. Good girl. Twisting uncontrollably underneath him, you toss your head back.  You had to work for that one. He wraps his hand around your throat, marveling at the uneven jump of your pulse. When he squeezes, you choke out a wet gurgle.

“Oh, mama. You love me, huh?” He murmurs. You make a desperate little noise, squirming underneath him. “Love your boy?”

Another quick snap of his hips draws a sob from your lips. You’re still throbbing around him, hot and wet and needy. Always taking, never satisfied.

“Yes.” You gasp. “I do.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you. Oh, god. Please.” The moan that trembles out of your lips is weak, a plaintive mewl of sound. “Mama loves you. Mama loves you so much.”

His orgasm surges through him, a violent thrum of feeling that makes him bite down on his bottom lip. The coppery tang of blood fills his mouth, but he hardly registers it. You’re milking out every spurt of his cum, flooding yourself full of him. Pulling it out of him and taking it deep, your legs shaking with the effort. He rocks unthinkingly into you, riding out the rolling tremors that rack his body. The feeling dizzies him, striking into the sides of his skull. 

He feels distant, bloodless—everything inside him spilling out into you, coating your insides. This is no surrender, this is absolution. The storm is inside his skin. He was the only one out on the road. Nothing else could stand it. Nothing else belongs.

“What’dya say, mama?” He mutters against your neck. 

“Thank you, baby.”

When he pulls out of you, you whine. You’d like to keep him there, wouldn’t you? Greedy little thing. He rolls off of you and closes his eyes, the exhaustion settling heavily around him. He’s drifting off when he feels you move beside him, clearing your throat.

“I—” He hears you exhale, your mouth hanging over the impression of words. He huffs out an irritated breath, flipping you onto your side and pulling you flush against him. Grumbling, he wraps his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin.

You’re not going to ruin this, not with that witchcraft in your tongue. Keep your hunger out of his dreams and let him sleep through the storm. You can give him that, can’t you?

He doesn’t ask for much.

“I’m tired, girl. Leave it be.”

[boydykedevo]

Day six of @tazsapphicweek! This one doesn't fit a prompt, so I'm just calling it the free choice square :p

ao3

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Admittedly, Dani has no experience with rabbits. Ever.

Honestly, she has limited experience with most earthly animals; back on Sylvain she’d had a few pets over the years, but they weren’t too similar to the kinds here, and although she’d known a few rabbit-people, that’s quite a different experience.

But she must give off some sort of “I’m responsible and know how to care for your pet” vibe, because the cute girl who arrived at the lodge just now has given her bunny to Dani without a second thought. 

“This is Dr Harris Bonkers,” she’d said, dropping the beast and a baggy of food into Dani’s arms, “can you watch him for a bit? He’s super friendly, don’t worry, just play with him for a bit.”

Dani stared at it for a moment in shock. She started to say something along the lines of “what?” or “huh?” or even “excuse me?” but the moment she looked back up, the words died on her tongue.

Aubrey was what Mama had introduced her as, and she was gorgeous. She was smiling at Dani, and it was so sweet and adorable and endearing that before she knew it, Dani was nodding and confidently responding, “sure thing!”

Then Aubrey smiled again — even bigger, somehow — and bounded off, leaving Dani with a bunny doing his best to nest in her arms. 

Well. Alright then. 

“Jake!” she called out the second Aubrey had left with Mama again. “I’m gonna need some help!”

—

They end up in Jake’s room, with Dani rolling a baseball back and forth for Dr Harris Bonkers to chase and Jake sitting next to her and googling for advice. “How hard is it to ask a clarifying question?” he gripes for probably the twentieth time. “Like, I don’t know, when to feed him? How long she’ll be gone?”

“Fuck off,” she tells him. 

Jake gasps and covers the bunny’s ears. “Language!” Dr Harris Bonkers wiggles free and starts chewing on the ball again. 

“Mama’s not gonna keep her all night,” Dani insists, more confident than she feels. “A couple hours? We can manage that.”

Jake nods sagely. “Think he’s gonna put in a good word for you?”

She doesn’t dignify that with a response. 

Unfortunately, he’s not done. “You know what they say about rabbits.”

She sighs. “What?”

“Fastest way to a girl’s heart,” he finishes, leaning back on his elbows with a shit-eating grin. “Cuz they like… hop. They hop fast. You know.” He pulls his phone back out. “Wait, how fast are rabbits?”

Dani laughs and runs a hand down Dr Harris Bonker’s back. His fur’s as soft as it looks. “Super fast. Practically tiny tigers.” She pauses. “Were tigers the fast ones?”

“Cheetahs,” Jake corrects. “Twenty-five miles an hour?! Holy shit!”

It’s her turn to yell “language!” and cover the bunny’s ears. He seems mildly put out at all the ear handling, and hops away from her hands. “I don’t think she’s gonna fall in love with me cuz I watched her bunny real good. I don’t think it’s gonna happen like that.”

Jake snorts. “Did you miss how she was looking at you early? Trust me, ship has sailed, it’s mutual.”

Dani’s face goes hot. Really?! Aubrey was into her too?! “Oh.” She hadn’t considered it might be more than an idle, one-sided crush.

“Bunny-sitter to lovers,” he sighs dreamily. “Tale as old as time.”

“Tail as old as time?”

He cackles.