#gonna spoil all your muses just wait

[intcritus]

Hey Ambie did you know ilu? 😳😳😳 But for real we've been following each other for soooo long that sometimes I stop and think about it like, "damn we sure are getting old out here" lol. But uuugh I am so glad we met back then because I was so shy about approaching you but you slammed the door open in my inbox one day and we just took off from there. You're passion for all your muses is always good food and that creative mind of yours is so vast. I swear I will never get tired of reading your beautiful writing.

omg shiiiiiii, can you believe we're getting to the age where everything is creaking and cracking every time we get up ? lole where did the time go? just yesterday i was crying over amon and angelo, and we were writing 50 threads back to back and creating AUs like they were running out of style ?? now we're old and tired lmao. gosh, we had so much fun ???

also, im always suprised when i hear that, like i was more afraid of everyone pfft, but honestly, i had a lot more energy back then and just wanted to throw my muses at ppl and im glad i did because i got you as a friend and i never regret that because you ( don't tell ozy i said this, but you're like the sun, bright and warm and with your never ending creativity, i just feel comfortable with writing with you no matter the blog or the material ) and it's just wonderful ? can you believe i never get a moment's reprieve because my brain creates new muses at the drop of a dime ? like i can't stop creating w eeps, save me from my brain shi, let me live in yours for the rest of the spring pls.

be nice to me pls jkjk / @ardenssolis

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 18﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader -> Overstimulation

Warnings: Overstimulation, cunnilingus, squirting, Bakugou being a soft yet commanding dom, nipple-play, fingering, breeding. Let me know if I missed anything please? Thank you!

Summary: The perfect way to unwind after work with Katsuki is to share the solace of a perfect dinner, followed by a perfect fuck fest. :3

The recent days in the Bakugou household had been weird, you were busy and so was your husband. You had recently decided to step out of being a Pro hero. It was a big decision and you were thankful that Katsuki was there, understanding your emotions, understanding what you’re going through and soothing you with it all the way.

With the judgemental hero society and the fact that you’d never be able to come home one of these days— your dream of having a family, taking care of a family & being a mother, a wife, a partner. It was all fleeting away, your determination and priorities shifting from protecting the people of Japan to now, protecting the house. Even so, you can’t help but pout when Katsuki comes home at odd hours, it’s been a week or so that you two got to spend some time together. Katsuki was yearning! So were you, for the matter.

Katsuki (2:17 pm): Hey princess

You: (3:00 pm): Oh hey there Suki

Katsuki (3:01 pm): Coming home early today, missing you too bad. Gonna prepare dinner & wait for you.

The text made you beam with joy, fuck! You missed Katsuki’s cooking & Katsuki spoiling you. All he’s done is been your sugar daddy, you wanted— needed some quality time with him.

You (3:02 pm): OH OFCCC!!!!

The rest of the day went by in a haze, Bakugou’s bulls eye was to reach home on time, to spoil his wife. “Kiri handle the patrol for me will ya?” He mumbled, finishing the paperwork & the approvals with the signatures needed for the recent Ad campaigns his PR team has bagged him for.

“Ah man, gonna spoil Y/N?” Kiri smirked, “How cute, it’s been a while since all of us hung out together you know?” Kiri emphasised, which made Katsuki irritated. He just wanted to leave his agency premises right now. “Yeh, patrol. Don’t forget.” With that, he left. Katsuki has changed being a 27 year old Pro hero who is seasoned with the elixir of how to behave and also the self awareness of how to talk. The frequent outbursts weren’t there, however— the fire in his personality still blazed threateningly.

When Bakugou reached home, he was all set to prepare things for his lady love. Stove blazing, his culinary skills all out with every intention of showing off. He ordered your favorite flowers, loads of them— enough to magically decorate the house, your favorite scented candles & by the time you reached home. (Around 8), you were greeted with a different sight altogether.

“Oh my god!” You whined, while Bakugou opened the door and kissed your forehead. “Welcome home Princess, don’t want y’ to forget how amazing I am.” He winked, laced with his sassy, adoring signature grin as he guided you towards your shared bedroom.

“Go freshen up f’ me sweetheart. I’ve kept the dress I wan’ y’ to wear & want to see you in it kay?” You nodded blindingly, too enamoured by the preparations & the efforts Katsuki has done for you.

When you returned, the dinner was set properly, there were foods intermingled from Wasabi dipped sushi, Katsudon, some sweet mochi. Everything that you liked— or might like. The dinner was sweet, Bakugou let you unwind with some expensive roseé, listening to your babbling about what happened at work intently.

Before you knew it, you were being carried princess-style to the bedroom. Both you and Katsuki a little tipsy & you absolutely drowning in the warmth of his scent, in the comfort of his arms. “Let me unwrap my little present, yeah?” Bakugou hums, smiling tenderly and softly at you as he removes your dress off, leaving you in black lacey underwear.

“God damn, Princess.” he mused, licking his lip. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous I feel like I’d lose my fuckin’ mind.” He smirks, leaning in and taking your panties off, gawking at your soaked pussy & your throbbing clit.

“Were thinking about being loved as much as me thinking about lovin’ you?” Katsuki hummed, not waiting for an answer and leaning in against your inviting folds, a soft groan escaping his parted lips, the moment he wrapped his lips around your needy clit. Thighs spread apart, and your legs falling over his shoulders. “You sound so cute moanin’ for me like that.” Katsuki smirks, gnawing at your clit and licking it over to soothe the irritation.

You were deliciously close to the edge, mouth agape, hands pulling at his hair closer & pussy clamping all up and all for him.

“Shit- mmgh- Katsuki, gonna—”

“Cum for me Princess, let me fuckin’ taste that sloppy cunt.” Your man daunted, the reverberations in his voice pushing you off the edge immediately. “Shit- hng.” Your body spasmed around his tongue, creaming all over him, meanwhile— Katsuki didn’t want to stop. It’s been a while since he’s away from his girl, he wants you, bad.

Your pleasure laced moans turned into gasps and whines, when your overstimulated clit found itself against Katsuki’s relentless thumb, “Give me another, yeah?” he croons, however it makes you feel that you don’t have any option but to— which is exactly what Katsuki wanted.

Leaning in and licking up your juices one last time, his thick, and long fingers found their way to your pussy. “Gonna make you squirt this time.” Katsuki smirked, leaning in and kissing your pelvis as two of his fingers nestled against your folds, curling upwards & against your G-spot.

A lewd moan escapes you when your body registers the pleasure on your clit and your G-spot at the same time.

“Oh my god—” You croak, clamping once again after Katsuki found the perfect rhythm to play with your sloppy pussy. He loved watching you whine and whimper when he goes on at your cunt until you cry.

“Gonna cum again sweetheart?” Katsuki cooed, watching your face contort with pleasure & smirking along. “Yes she will, yes she will.” he hums when he finds you speechless, drowning in pleasure with no escape.

Another, harsh and unforgiving orgasm rakes through you, and as promised, your body ended up complying to Katsuki, you ended up squirting your essence all over, screaming at the shattering waves of pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah baby, just like that.” Katsuki rode out your orgasm, not stopping when he finally unzipped himself, thrusting his cock balls deep in your twitching cunt. “Argh- fuck, so snug & tight.” He lewdly comments, not giving you any time to adjust and railing onto your sweet pussy. “Going to cum for me again, mhm?” He smirked, watching you try to push him away when his thumb finds it’s way back to your clit.

“Awh, don’t be a bad girl Princess.” He chided you gently, leaning in and swallowing your nipple, suckling on it and thrusting deep inside you. Tears glossed into your eyes at the threatening pleasure intermingled deliciously with the pain of overstimulation. The pain of feeling your senses on fire.

“Shit- I- I feel like- m’ close.” You gritted your teeth when Katsuki pulled the hood of your nerves, rubbing onto your now exposed bundle & watching you whine & squirm away to no avail.

“Go on, let your pussy massage daddy’s cock until he cums.” Katsuki leaned in, kissing you passionately and eating away all your moans when you finally, tipped off the edge again. Your overworked pussy spasming around him, clamping around him until ropes of his warm seed fill you up.

“Fuck- good- fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki groaned, stilling inside you, eyes softening when his senses complain to him about how far you’re gone. “Let it go Princess, gonna take care of you now. Leave it to me, yeah? Leave it to your Katsuki.”

[ningvory]

♡ birthday sex ┊ jang wonyoung

parings — girlfriend!wonyoung x girlfriend!femreader

synopsis — your girlfriend always gives you the best birthdays but this year she’s gonna make this birthday unforgettable.

warnings — birthday sex, friends to lovers, size kink, fingering, pleasure dom wony, wony's a fashion designer, praise kink, tribbing, making out, overstimulation, slight voice kink, lil bit of eye contact, readers shorter than wony, if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes ignore it pls😭

a/n — made this for my amazing pookie @hearts-4-vicky !! happy birthday pretty girl, hope you had an amazing day, i love youuu!! <33

w/c — 1.2k (1,248)

wonyoung always loved spoiling you on your birthday! even when the two of you were just friends, she’s always made an effort to make each and every birthday completely different from the previous one. beside’s her birthday, your birthday is your favorite day but not because it’s the day that you turn a new age—it was your favorite because she always made your day so special.

so of course your birthday this year was just as special as the previous one. you’re wearing the red silk dress that wonyoung designed herself, you're basically her pretty little muse because she loves to create new outfits for you, she makes them perfectly designed just for you.

“wony, you didn’t have to do this all for me, isn’t this expensive?” you question, looking up at your girlfriend. you were leaving the empty fancy restaurant that she rented out.

“how many times to i have to tell you baby? i want to do this this, so let me spoil you.” she smiles at you before kissing your forehead.

“every time i think you just can’t get anymore gorgeous but, you always prove me wrong.” she adds on which has you involuntarily blushing.

“i should be the one saying that.” you mutter out. but it was true, you always cherish the times you have with her. you wish you could be able to give her everything she’s given you but she always says, ‘your love is all i need, baby’ and that’s exactly what you give her.

you two eventually get to wonyoung’s red mercedes benz, her arm wrapped around your waist as she opens the passengers door, letting you get it before closing it.

“nights not over yet, got one last surprise for you.” she said after she opened her car door, winking at you with a smile.

it left you excited but nervous, you didn’t know what to expect at your apartment. you didn’t even know what she did because you've been at her apartment for 2 days.

—

when you arrived at your apartment you were in complete shock, the house was decorated in red flowers and balloons. a cake that said ‘happy birthday’ was on the dinner table with a bouquet of flowers.

“omg, wony~ literally you’re the best girlfriend ever.” you squeal, giving her the tightest hug and littering her face with kisses.

“that’s what you are to me.” she rests her hand on your waist, bringing you close to her before pulling you in for a kiss.

your hands were resting on her soft cheeks, eyes closed and moving your lips with hers. tongues fighting for dominance until you lost, her tongue began exploring your mouth making you let out soft whines until she pulled away, letting you inhale some air.

she bites her lip before checking you out, “you don’t know how hard it was for me to not pull you into the bathroom and just ruin you.” she smirks, she really outdid herself with the dress. it brought out every detail and curve of your body and she’s been gawking at you ever since your put it on.

“let’s carry this to the bedroom, yeah?” she says, taking off your heels and dragging you to your room.

she pushes you to the bed, lips puffy from your last make-out sesh with her and hair sprayed all over your bed. the bedroom lighting made you look ethereal, she couldn’t wait to ruin you.

she undresses herself, leaving herself in nothing but her bra and panties before crawling on top of you. she starts to kiss you passionately once again, slowly unzipping your dress. she starts sucking on your neck as she removes the dress from your body.

“fuck, you’re so perfect, baby. wearing my favorite lingerie.” her tone is low and sultry, groping your tits with one hand and the other slowly rubbing your clothed cunt, she’s got you letting out soft moans from just a little groping and teasing already.

“wony~ don’t be a tease please,” you whine out, your panties were already soaked from her voice and her teasing.

she starts to slowly take off your panties, lowly chuckling at your juices that created thick strings that connects your panties to your cunt. she didn’t waste another second after taking your panties off, she was knuckles deep into your cunt with one hand and the other rubbing your clit softly, making you grip onto the bed sheets and release the cutest moans and whimpers she’s ever heard.

“so pretty f’me, wish you could see how pretty you are. taking my fingers so well.” she says, making you clench around her long fingers that were pumping into your wet cunny.

she fucks you slowly, making sure you feel her long fingers inside you while she takes in your pretty face making adorable expressions and pretty noises from the pleasure. it had her own panties soaked.

“look at me while i fuck you, baby or i’ll stop.” she speaks out, making you force your eyes open and stare right in her eyes with such a lewd expression she couldn't help but coo at.

she thinks it’s adorable how you try your best to keep your eyes open. her fingers were pumping into your gushing cunt and her thumb rubbing your clit quicker than before. the feeling in your tummy was at its climax and about to snap at any moment.

when it finally snapped, your eyes couldn’t help but roll back and your back arched, letting out the whiniest moan you let out the whole night as her finger became drenched in your cum.

she pulls her cum-drenched fingers out and sticks them in her mouth, moaning at your taste and pulling them out of her mouth.

“you taste as good as always, baby.” she teases before taking her soaked panties off.

you were rapidly breathing, that was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. trying to catch your breathe before you felt her raise your leg up and slide her longer leg on top of yours.

“w-wony! w-wait..!!” you desperately tell her but it was too late for that. she was grinding her wet cunt on yours, getting your cum smeared all over hers.

“too much!” you try and push her off but to no avail, she’s got you pinned down your shoulders to the bed, pressing all her weight onto you and rendering you unable to move.

“you can give me another one right, baby? don’t you want me to cum too?” she asks which has you nodding your head, letting her use your abused cunt.

drool and your high pitched moans were spilling out your mouth, back arching from the sensation of her cunt rubbing on yours. her back was arched and moans were falling out her mouth, grinding her cunt even quicker on yours, desperately chasing the high that she craves.

“wony—baby! m’gonna—ah!” you try and warn her but a whine cuts your words off and your squirting all over her cunt, your thighs, and the bed sheets.

that seems to take wony over the edge because she’s cumming all over you with a whine. it’s such a mess, both your juices are smeared all over both of your cunts.

she pulls away from your cunt, laying on the bed and pulling you to lay on top of her chest. your eyes were dazed and looking up at her, making her giggle and kiss your forehead.

“happy birthday, my love.”

[hoernypie]

tags: pregnancy mentions, pregnancy

Today was another day when Suguru got back home in the middle of the night. He quietly stumbled into the bedroom, he knew that at this point you were asleep but seeing your nightgown rode up and exposing to him your baby bump. A soft sigh left his lips when he walked to the bed, gently caressing your cheek before moving them to your bump, tracing the curve with his fingertips. He stepped away before going to take a quick shower and come back before lying down beside you, one of his hands found its place back on her belly, gently rubbing it. Suguru gently chuckled as he watched you stir in the sleep, he ran his hand through your hair and then he began pepping your face and forehead with small kisses. Feeling his lips all over your face, you slowly opened your eyes and yawned before rubbing your eyes and looking at him, "You're back," you said with a hoarse voice.

A soft exhale escaped his lips as he watched you open your eyes slowly. He gently caressed your cheek while looking down at you with a loving look on his face. "Yeah, I'm back," he confirmed quietly as his hand moved down to your belly, gently rubbing it. "I can't wait until the baby is here." Suguru then leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose as his hand continued tracing your belly. "Now, don't you sleep again, I want to spend some more time with you." He said as he began to gently nudge you. "Suguru, please go to sleep and rest," you said while yawning. "Please, sweetheart. Now c'mere, sit up, I'll help." Suguru gently coaxed you to sit up. Once you were sitting up straight, he began to undress you slowly. He started with your nightgown, pulling it carefully over your head and discarding it somewhere on the ground before delicately pushing you to lie down again. His large hands began caressing your belly again while his mouth started to pepper kisses and bites along your neck and shoulders.

Suguru placed one last kiss on your collarbone before moving lower to your chest. He planted a few chaste kisses there - not on the top - and then moved even lower to your bump. He began rubbing it with his thumb as his mouth hovered over it and placed soft pecks on it. He was absolutely loving the thought of that belly actually getting bigger with your child and he couldn't help but feel even more excited. Suguru let out a deep shaky breath. "Baby..." he mused with a love-struck smile. "I really love how beautiful you look while being pregnant..." You chuckled softly knowing it was like that every day, you took the hairband from his hair, letting it fall freely. He let out a hum before he began to plant more kisses on your stomach, now slowly shifting up to your chest, "I just can't get enough of you." He mumbled against your skin, his large hands wandering towards your thighs while his lips reached your breasts. He planted another sloppy kiss between your boobs. "I'm gonna spoil you rotten, you know? You're having my baby." He continued his ministrations, pepping your chest and neck with more sloppy kisses, while his hands moved further up your thighs, getting a firm but gentle grasp on them, "You're always the center of my attention, darling, but now that you're pregnant, it means I can pamper you even more." His hands moved even further up your thighs and up to the hem of your panties before he started to slowly drag them down. "When this bump grows, I'll have to pamper you until you're completely full of my lovin." He continued softly while pulling your underwear down your legs and discarding it somewhere in the darkness of the room. He then began to place a little bite on your inner thighs, nipping the sensitive skin there. "S-Suguru," you moaned out softly, as your folds started getting wet under his touch. "Mmm," his smirk only widened as you spoke his name, which was all soft and pretty like that, causing his heart to swell with affection and love.

He began placing more kisses and nips on your inner thighs while his large hands began to spread your legs a bit more gently. His calloused finger rubbed against your folds, just gently rubbing against them without entering. "You're already so wet and I haven't done anything yet..." he mused. "God, you're so cute when you're needy like this." He whispered while circling his finger around your entrance, teasing you and enjoying you squirming under him. Suguru dipped his middle finger into the wetness that was pooling between your legs. He began to explore you gently, tracing the soft folds of your pussy with a feather-light touch, his thumb occasionally grazing against your clit. Your breath grew heavier and your moans grew louder as he inserted his finger deeper, moving it in a slow and deliberate rhythm that made you clutch at the bed sheets. He felt your walls tightening around him, your body begging for more. With a smirk, he added a second finger, stretching you carefully and curling them to find that special spot that made you quiver. "You're so tight, so warm," he murmured, as he continued to pleasure you, his thumb now focusing solely on your clit, rubbing it in small circles that made your hips buck. "You're going to make our baby so happy, aren't you?" His words were a sweet torture, only adding to the intensity of the sensations coursing through your veins. You nodded, unable to form coherent words as his fingers brought you closer and closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sound of your sweet moans and the wet, slick noises of his fingers moving in and out of you. 

With each stroke, Suguru could feel your body growing more tense. He watched your face contort with pleasure, the way your eyes rolled back and your mouth parted slightly, allowing little gasps of air to escape. His own arousal grew, his cock straining against his underwear as he enjoyed your reactions. He decided it was time to take things further. He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean, and before you could protest, he replaced them with his mouth. He kissed and licked your sensitive folds, his tongue moving around your clit before flicking it with the same rhythm as his earlier thumb movements. Your legs trembled as he devoured you, his hands now resting on the soft curve of your hips, holding you in place as he feasted. "Suguru," you moaned, your voice breaking. As Suguru's tongue danced around your clit and his teeth gently grazed it, his hand reached down to grip his own erection. He stroked himself slowly, matching the rhythm of his movements to the way he was pleasuring you.

Each stroke was deliberate, each touch almost like calculated to bring you closer to climax. The sight of him lost in his own pleasure while eating you out was incredibly erotic, and you felt yourself getting wetter with each passing moment. His hand moved up and down his cock with growing speed, pre-cum leaking out and coating his fingers. The sloppy sound of his hand moving on his dick filled the room, mingling with your moans. Suguru's strokes on his cock grew more urgent as he listened to your moans. His grip tightened around his length, the veins on his hand standing out as he pumped it up and down, a pearly bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. 

With your moans as his cue, Suguru removed his mouth from your pussy, his eyes hazy as he looked up at you.  He grabbed you and gently moved to the edge of the bed. "Sweetheart, relax. I'll take care of everything for you." He positioned himself between your legs, lining up with your slick entrance. With a gentle push, he slid into you, filling you completely. You gasped feeling your pussy stretch on his dick, your body adjusting to his size. Suguru took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being inside you, feeling your warmth and wetness, and embracing him. Then, with a soft grunt, he began to move. His hips rocked slowly at first, savoring every inch of your soaked velvety pussy. He went deeper with each thrust, his movements growing more desperate, more urgent. After only a few strokes his breath hitched. "I'm going to cum, Sweetheart," he panted out. He thrust into you a couple more times before with a final, deep push, he released himself, glazing your walls with hot, pearly ropes of his cum.  As Suguru's dick softened, he pulled out of you gently, his cum leaking from your pussy and down onto the bedsheet "I love you," he whispered, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. 

He grabbed napkins from the nightstand table and gently began cleaning you up, wiping away the sticky cum from your inner thighs and the sensitive skin around your pussy. His movements were tender and gentle as he cared for you and your comfort. Once he was finished, he slowly started kissing your abdomen, “I hope you’re happy in there little one…” he mumbled quietly as he rubbed his nose against the little bump. He gently began to whisper sweet nothings to the bump, occasionally yawning, “Suguru, go to sleep, you need to rest.” He let out an amused hum as he continued to caress her belly before he moved back up to lie next to her. He wrapped his arms around you, making you the small spoon. “Alright, but I’m not taking my hands off this beautiful bump of yours. Not even for a second.” He mumbled with a smirk. 

One of his hands continued rubbing your bump as the other snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. He buried his head against your neck, nuzzling his face against the soft skin. "Good night.. my darling, my sweet little goddess..." he whispers against your neck as he slowly began to doze off. He was so happy and excited about the thought of having the child, it made sleep a lot easier this night.

[lani-heart]

|| ENHYPEN SERIES – 7 TALES MASTERLIST ||

genre(s) -> hybrid au, non-idol au, university au paring(s) -> ehyphen ( individually ) x reader(s) warning(s) -> angst, violence, crimes, bullying, drinking, etc.

abstract -> what can go wrong in a world of hybrids?

-> uploading will start May 18 //Schedule tbd -> taglist open !!

RIKI NISHIMURA || SPOILED & MISBEHAVED

abstract -> Freshman in college and put to socialize with the other kids from wealthy families. y/n and Riki Nishimura being childhood friends and hybrid / master weren’t anything like other owners. Instead, Riki misbehaves and is rude when around others wanting his owner for himself. Getting her in trouble a few too many times had got him worried that he’d be replaced like her father had warned him. So instead of waiting to be replaced… There's a new etiquette class available at the same school as his owner. How convenient… now was that gonna guarantee him a spot by her side forever?

COMPLETE -> preview

CHAPTER ONE || “perfect hybrid” CHAPTER TWO || etiquette CHAPTER THREE || misunderstandings  CHAPTER FOUR || fake relationship CHAPTER FIVE || for you

JAEYUN SIM || EVERYTHING FORBIDDEN

abstract -> Seeing how Riki is treated, Jake, jealous and tired, runs away from the adoption center. Only to save a girl from the predatory men on the streets of Seoul. Not knowing he’s a hybrid, they both have the time of their lives… while he pretends to be human. How scandalous… the daughter of a wealthy known CEO to be caught with a stray hybrid?

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CHAPTER ONE || outcasts CHAPTER TWO || luxury CHAPTER THREE || abandonment CHAPTER FOUR || forbidden CHAPTER FIVE || anything

PARK JONG-SEONG || NEVER ENOUGH

abstract -> Haechan always liked to interfere where he didn’t belong. Making a scholarship student take a hybrid and making a bet she’ll regret wasn’t on this year's calendar. Especially with how mean and rude he was… no way he was the well-behaved and sought-after hybrid the rich kids wanted. But… was sweet and caring, at the end of the day, however, he wouldn’t turn his life from riches to rags… right?

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CHAPTER ONE || temporary CHAPTER TWO || scholarship  CHAPTER THREE || mean CHAPTER FOUR || insecurities CHAPTER FIVE || forever

KIM SUNOO || WON'T YOU BE MY MUSE ?

abstract -> The principal's spoiled daughter returns from her trip to China only to find that her artist's block hasn't gotten any better. Who knew a cute and innocent fox would fix that? However… she swore never to own a hybrid so she could only admire him from afar as his owner turned out to be everything Sunoo hated. Even through that hatred and pain… she still saw him worthy enough to be her muse. 

COMING SOON -> preview

CHAPTER ONE || artist block CHAPTER TWO || exhibition CHAPTER THREE || envy CHAPTER FOUR || disappointed CHAPTER FIVE || muse

LEE HEESEUNG || DYSPHORIC BEAUTY

abstract -> Never adopted… I mean who would want to adopt a hybrid with big antlers on his head? It was a shame that such a pretty face had such an ugly thing growing out of his head. Would you want to adopt him? Even after he tried to cut them off risking his life in the process? Even after your parent's threats?

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CHAPTER ONE || ugly CHAPTER TWO || doe eyes CHAPTER THREE || antlers CHAPTER FOUR || empty CHAPTER FIVE || pretty

PARK SUNGHOON || GRACE OF AN AMNESIAC

abstract -> The figure skater hybrid was sought after being sold for millions… but he met his match to take care of a clumsy woman. He was famous after all why should he have to take care of an idiotic woman like you who forgets to look both ways when crossing the street? Especially when you’ll end up forgetting him… all over again? 

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CHAPTER ONE || spring CHAPTER TWO || lies CHAPTER THREE || hate CHAPTER FOUR || truth CHAPTER FIVE || winter

YANG JUGWON || ESCAPE ARTIST

abstract -> Daughter of two renowned lawyers who just busted a case on the black mart hybrid traffickers damned their daughter with a hybrid. They thought it was a good thing to have someone to go home to after a long day… well that wasn’t true when he tried to run away every day. Until… one day she decided to not go find him.

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CHAPTER ONE || service CHAPTER TWO || escape CHAPTER THREE || law CHAPTER FOUR || riot CHAPTER FIVE || liberty

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[writer-freak]

Spoiled Rafayel x bodyguard reader

Idea: Spoiled bratty rich girl x bodyguard who's forced to put up with it

Warnings: Gn reader, fluff, AU, strong reader, Rafayel being overdramatic, Rafayel being a tease and a bit of a brat, pretty short I just wrote down whatever came to me A/n: I had this little idea of for a spoiled rich girl x reader and who would fit better for this type of a scenario than Rafayel. Reader isn't really meant to be Mc and this is more of an AU. Maybe I'm gonna write some more for this idea as I find it pretty fun.l

"You're not carrying me?" Rafayel blinked at you, all wide, expectant eyes, his lips forming into a pout. "But my legs hurt."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Your legs don’t hurt. You just don’t want to walk."

He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d just stabbed him. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing? I—"

"You literally just told me that your custom-made boots are the most comfortable things you've ever owned."

"A betrayal of this magnitude... and from my own bodyguard!" He dramatically leaned against the nearest wall, resting the back of his hand on his forehead.

"Rafayel."

"Look at me, left to suffer. The streets are so—so dirty, and here I am, expected to walk like some commoner."

You were this close to walking away and letting him figure it out himself. But no, you were his bodyguard, and no matter how insufferable and annoying he was, you were stuck with him.

Unfortunately.

"Listen, your highness," you drawled, grabbing his arm and forcing him back upright. "You have two perfectly good legs. Use them. Or do you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you like a sack of potatoes?"

His eyes shined at that, a wicked smirk appearing on his lips. "Oh? How bold of you. Are you sure you can handle all this?" He gestured vaguely at himself. "I am quite the precious cargo."

You let go of his arm. "Walk."

"Ugh, fine." He sighed like you were asking him to climb a mountain instead of just taking a few steps. "But if my legs fall off, I hope you can live with the guilt."

This was your life. Babysitting a spoiled, dramatic, and entirely too attractive pain in the ass.

You weren’t sure exactly when things started to change.

Maybe it was the way he started listening to you more, actually taking your orders seriously instead of treating them like some funny suggestions.

Maybe it was the way he’d hover a little too close after a fight, his eyes scanning you for injuries, lips drawn into a rare frown.

Or maybe it was the way your heart didn’t jump in frustration anymore when he teased you, but instead, your heart jumped with some other more dangerous feeling.

"You know," Rafayel mused one day, sprawled across a luxurious couch while you stood stiffly by the door. "I think I've grown quite fond of you."

You arched a brow. "Oh? In a ‘you’re my favorite servant’ kind of way?"

He grinned. "In a my bodyguard is the only person I trust and also happens to be devastatingly attractive kind of way."

You stared at him. "Rafayel."

"Yes, my dear protector?"

You exhaled sharply, trying so hard not to let his words affect you. "You can’t just—just say things like that."

He tilted his head, his eyes glittering. "Why not? Does it fluster you?"

You turned away, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. "I’m leaving."

"But who's going to protect me from all the dangers of the world that are out to get me?"

"You'll be fine."

"Wait, wait!" He scrambled up. "Fine, fine! I won't tease you. At leasdt not as much." He looked at you, his gaze softer now. "But you are my favorite."

You sighed, but this time, you couldn’t quite fight off the small smile tugging at your lips.

Maybe this job wasn’t so bad after all.

Divider by: @cafekitsune

[elektramustdie]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

warnings - oral ( fem receiving) , handjob, unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy ) sex on camera.

Pete finally got home after tour, it’s been. six months and you decided to surprise him, “Baby?” he asks from the front door “ In here!” you say and he runs to the living room. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you on your nose “what’s that?” he asks looking at the couch behind you. “a present” you giggle and he raises his eyebrow before walking over to the wrapped present, “what is it?” he smiled and you shrug “gotta find out.” you smile before watching him pick it up and shake it around, “ be careful!!” you say and he chuckles before tearing the wrapper off.  his eyes light up and he picks up the cam corder, “there’s something else for you” you bite your lip and walk over to the bedroom. “is it lingerie ?” he laughs and follows you, You stayed quiet as Pete marveled at the fancy gift, holding it up to his face like he was testing how it looked through the viewfinder. 

“Gorgeous,” he said, peeking out at you. “I think I found my muse.” You scoffed and covered the camera with your hand even though it wasn’t charged.  “Plug it in and we’ll see how it works later,” you said. he places it down on the counter, You giggled as he pinned you down on the rug, peppering kisses on your cheeks. “peteee,” you groaned. He finally stopped, hovering over you. “You’re such a spoiled brat.” That made him grin even more. He pecked your lips chastely, then sat back on his knees.  You scrambled to stand up and grinned. “Stay there, alright?” He nodded and you disappeared into the bedroom Hidden away in the nightstand was a glass trinket box you’d thrifted a few months ago. It was shaped like a heart, with little gold foil embellishments. You couldn’t leave without it. You knew the real gift was inside, but you still hoped that Pete would like the box. Pete was fiddling with the camera when you stepped back into the living room, trying his best to plug it in to charge. When he saw you, though, he smiled and sat down on the couch, waiting for you to join him. “It isn’t much,” you insisted as you handed it over. “I hope you like it though.” He smiled and nudged your cheek with his nose. “Are you joking? This is adorable. I love it. I’m gonna keep all my important stuff in here.” You smiled and shook your head. “Babe, open it.” He looked sheepish as he lifted the lid, then his expression softened. You watched with a fluttering in your chest as he lifted the chain from the box. It took months to save up for real gold, and then for the pendants after. Two initials— his and yours. “If you don’t like it, I can take it back and get something you actually w—“ 

He cut you off with a quick kiss that made your head spin. “It’s perfect. Best gift I’ve ever gotten, hands down.” He was quick to put it on, smiling over at you. “How do I look?” 

You pecked his cheek. “A million bucks, babe.” He leaned in and gave you a real kiss— deep and intense. You smiled against his lips and melted into his touch. You’d never loved someone the way you loved him. 

“Wanna know what’s crazy?” He said after he pulled away. You nodded and he gestured towards the bedroom. “I bought you something too. Stay here.”

You sat patiently as he got up and hurried into the bedroom. You heard scuffling and the sounds of moving drawers until he returned, holding a wooden box. 

“Your gift is inside this, by the way,” he teased as he sat back beside you. You watched him with anticipation until he flipped it open and your heart stopped. 

“So, uh, I got you jewelry too,” he said softly, or maybe your ears were just ringing.  Inside the box, nestled in the middle of a tiny silk pillow, was a diamond ring. 

Like, a diamond ring. The kind you get married with.  “That’s—“ He nodded. “Yeah, it is,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “Will you marry me?”

you put the ring on and kissed him like he was your one and only source of oxygen. It felt like it anyway— that if you parted from him even a little you’d cease to exist. 

“Yes?” He asked, smiling nervously. “That’s a yes?”

You kissed him again. “It’s a yes, Pete. I wanna marry you.”

———

Pete forgot about the video camera in the excitement of the engagement. Because he had to call Patrick’s hotel and let him know, and then he spilled the news to the boys, and suddenly it felt like everyone knew. 

After hours and hours of catching up and celebrating the day, you and Pete were left alone in a quiet house. 

“So… the future Mrs. Pete Wentz…” you turned and rolled your eyes at the sight of Pete holding the video camera that had been charging all night. “Anything you want to say to the camera on the night of our engagement?”

“How do you know I’m not keeping my last name?” You asked as he got closer, putting the lens right in your face. You giggled and ducked out of the way as the lens came close to knocking against your nose. “You’re such a child.”

He grinned. “Alright, give me something to remember this night by. For posterity, baby.”

You smiled wickedly at him before lifting the hem of your shirt, flashing your tits at him and the camera. By the time you lowered your shirt back down, his mouth was ajar. “We are never showing anyone this video now.”

You grinned. “Nuh-uh, baby, this is all for you.” You raised your brows in a challenge and stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to hurry behind you with the clunky machine. 

He stood in the doorway, camera focused on you as you slipped off your blouse and skirt. The whirring of machinery inside the camera indicated he was zooming in on your tits. You stifled a laugh at the noise as he zoomed out again, taking in all of you.

“Strip for me,” he directed behind the camera. You gave a wry grin as your thumbs slipped behind the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs slowly. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Gonna put on a show for me?”

You settled on the bed on all fours, back arched as you crawled towards the headboard. Pete groaned at the sight, breath shuddering as you flipped around and spread your legs for him. Without needing instructions, you slipped one hand between your legs and let the other move to your chest, kneading your breast between your fingers. 

He moved from the doorway— the magnetic pull of you too much to resist for long. He settled at the end of the bed, the camera so close it made butterflies swell in your tummy. He moved the camera to your hands, one between your legs, teasing your clit and dipping into the pool of arousal at your center, and the other toying with your nipples, the shiny diamond on the engagement ring glinting with each small movement 

“Christ, baby hold the camera—“ he said suddenly, passing it over to you. You laughed as he practically threw it into your hands and you had to scramble to turn it right side up. 

You laughed as he tore off his clothes, probably popping some buttons here and there. “Pete, what are you— oh!” 

Without hesitation, Pete buried his head between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your juices as he lapped at your pussy. It was a struggle to film him and enjoy the moment, especially since you had to watch him through the viewfinder. But something about capturing something so intimate on film made a thrill run through you. 

“Fuck, Pete—“ you moaned, being more vocal than you normally would for the camera. Fuck the neighbors, honestly. It was your engagement night! “Your mouth feels so good, honey.” 

His hazel eyes peered up at you, at the camera, framed by pretty long lashes. His lips formed a seal around your clit and he sucked lightly, making your legs tremble. Your free hand moved to his hair, tangling in the soft locks as his mouth elicited gasps and moans. 

A slick sheen had formed on the tip of his nose, his mouth, and chin from his ministrations. The sight made heat bloom in the pit of your stomach. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in you— relishing in your sounds, your smell, your taste. 

A light pat on your thigh was his wordless signal for you to move and accommodate him more. You acquiesced, spreading your legs as much as you were comfortably able to, and he let his fingertips tease at your center. 

“Relax for me, baby,” he said, his words vibrating against your clit. He gave the bundle of nerves a light kiss before he looked up at you. “I’ve got you. Just…” He pushed his middle finger into you and you moaned low in your throat, instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. “That’s it. Just like that.”

He was always so gentle with you during foreplay— taking his time to really explore every single spot that he knew made you tick. You shuddered as the pad of his finger pressed against a particularly sensitive spot within you. He knew you like the back of his hand— probably better. He slid a second finger beside the first, coaxing moans and gasps from you as he gave all his attention to your clit and g-spot.

Your thighs trembled as you fought the instinct to close them around his head, the stimulation bordering on too much. The softness of his mouth on you, the press of his fingers against the most sensitive spot inside— making you cum was simply too easy for him. You barely had time to gasp out a breathy “I’m cumming—“ before your orgasm hit you. Your walls gripped his fingers like a vise as he worked you through it, muttering praise against your cunt before he withdrew his fingers completely. 

You stared at the ceiling, trying to find your breath. “C’mere. It's your turn,” you said with a grin. 

Pete simply shook his head. “Not done.” He moved his mouth back to your cunt, this time without the hungry ferocity. You sighed at the sensation, your legs twitching when the tip of his tongue brushed against your clit. His movements lost purpose with each pass of his tongue until he was practically making out with your pussy.

Your head fell back against the pillows, soft gasps slipping past your lips. Pete moaned against you as you tugged his hair, a furrow forming between his brows. So utterly lost in you that he hadn’t even noticed that he was rutting against the bed for friction. 

“C’mere,” you said softly. He pressed a final, wet kiss to your pussy before resting his head on the plush of your thigh. Your stomach flipped as he licked his lips, chasing those last remnants of your taste. He pressed a soft kiss to your belly before crawling up to meet you.

The kiss you shared was hungry and slow. The camera was shoved to the side so you could put your mouth on his— tongues meeting, the tang of your arousal and his spit flooding your senses. 

A low moan escaped his lips as your hand snaked between your two bodies, where you took his length into your hand and stroked slowly. His mouth fell open, a small furrow between his brows. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. You smiled up at him innocently and let your thumb glide across his tip. A full-body shiver overtook him, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Pete was easy to love all the time, but especially when he was needy. “Switch spots with me.” When you furrowed your brows he nodded towards the camera. “Please?”

When he sat back on his heels, you moved from beneath him and let him settle with his back against the pillows. You were slightly annoyed that he had control of the camera, because goddamn. His thighs were bowed out slightly, cock resting against his stomach. The sight made your heart hammer as you straddled his thighs.

Pete took the camera back into his hands, a wide smile on his face. “Alright, just do what you were doing,” he instructed. “Left hand though.” 

You glanced down at your hand and smiled softly. The engagement ring— your engagement ring— glinted up at you. You spit onto your hand and Pete groaned at the sight. 

“Haven’t even touched you yet,” you teased.

“Don’t let me stop you.” His voice wavered, revealing just how needy he really was.

He cried out the moment your hand wrapped around his length, head tossed back against the headboard. His cock pulsed in your hand as it glided up and down, aching for more. You leaned down, spitting onto his tip, giving you more slickness to work with. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his chest heaving. You moved your right hand to his balls, kneading them as you focused your attention on the head. “Jesus, look at that fuckin’ rock, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled wryly. “That’s what you’re thinking about? Not— y’know— the handjob to end all handjobs?” To prove your point, you twisted your hand and let your thumb glide over his slit. He practically whimpered, bucking into your grip. 

You redoubled your efforts, relishing in each desperate, whiny noise you were able to elicit. He was getting close— you could feel it in the way he throbbed in your hand, and hear it in the desperate pants and moans passing his lips. Before he could finish, you slowed your pace and let him come back from the edge. 

He sat there, arm slung over his eyes, just catching his breath. “Earth to Pete?” You teased, placing a kiss on his tummy. He made a low noise in the back of his throat and took another deep breath. 

“Okay, I’m good,” he said, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he finally lowered his arm and looked at you. “Just needed a minute so I didn’t—“ You giggled as he mimed an explosion, completely unabashed about the effect you had on him. 

He grabbed the camera and placed it on the bedside table, doing his best to angle it just right. “Alright… wanna take a ride on the Wentz Express?” He patted his thighs with a smug expression and you groaned in annoyance.

“Pete.”

“Fine. I’ll be so cool. I’ll be totally normal. But just know… you’re marrying a loser.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you straddled his thighs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way… most of the time.”

He stared up at you like you hung the moon, all doe eyes and heart-shaped pupils. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, tender and slow, and you hummed contentedly at the feeling. 

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. He moved one of your hands from his shoulder and down to his chest, where his heart thumped steadily. For you.

Your own heart lurched in your chest as a swell of emotions overtook you. “I love you too, Pete.”

You reached between the two of you, taking his cock into your hand so you could position him at your entrance. You breathed slowly through your nose as you sank down— the prep and attention he had given you made the stretch comfortable and bearable, so all you felt was the pleasurable full feeling that he gave you.

Once you were fully seated, you gave an experimental roll of your hips. A moan escaped you at the feeling— as each tiny movement made delicious electricity run along your nerves. 

He sat up fully, his chest pressing against yours, holding you firmly against him. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, cutting himself off to plant wet kisses along your jaw and throat. “Feels so good. Love the way your pussy feels around me.”

He cried out as you began to ride him in earnest, not caring how thin the walls of the condo were. His hands gripped onto your hips and dimpled the plush skin there as he began to meet your thrusts with his own. With each movement, you could feel him getting deeper until you could practically feel him in your guts. 

“Pete,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze as he fucked up into you. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on.  

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Touch yourself while you do,”

You whimpered at the tone of his voice, snaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your clit. Your limbs felt like jelly as he continued to fuck the life and brains out of you. “Pe-Pete, fuck, baby,” you cried between the hiccup-y sobs of pleasure that were punched from your lungs.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. Not gonna last like this.”

“Don’t,” you managed. “Cum for me. With me.” You leaned in and kissed him in a way that felt like more saliva than lips. 

When you pulled back, he nodded, forehead pressed against yours as you both worked each other over the edge. Your vision was spotted with pinpricks of light while he worked you through it, his moans distant in your ears. 

You were both panting, nearly tacked together with sweat as you came down. You chuckled lightly as you tilted your head to look at him. “That was one hell of a celebration.” He intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on your ring finger. 

“And we have the rest of our lives to do it again, and again, and again, and ag—“ 

You shut him up with a kiss. You figure that for the rest of your lives, that’s always going to work. 

It does.

[sadistic-kiss]

🐺House of Alphas🐺

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

Chapter 63: Chi Village

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The further south you went the hotter it became. Soon you were wearing but a bralette and skirt while your alphas went shirtless.

Sometimes you hated how damn attractive they were, especially watching as they set up camp. Nanami found the perfect spot under the shade, away from the burning sun. Your blanket was laid out for you as you sat watching your alphas. Their muscles tensed nicely and any sheen of sweat that glistened upon their skin made your mouth water. Anywhere you moved your gaze you couldn't be free from those sexy beasts so you looked up into the trees, eyeing the lush leaves above.

To be honest you could just go over to either of them and just… grab them- you know they wouldn't mind- hell they would love it. Or you could just call one over. With a snap of your fingers, you could be in lust land. Being devoured beautifully... However, there was a lot that weighed on your mind. Sex was not your only concern. You had to worry about your mission to save the world among other things. The Chi village, Junpei, Mahito, Yuta… Kobeq, Haibara… and many many other things. There was just too much! Who had time to think about hot sexy sweaty alpha knots and cum and-fuck!

“I want to get lunch.” you spoke as you stood swiftly. Your dirty mind is annoying you.

Your alphas looked toward you with raised brows.

Toji looked confused, “If you are hungry princess we can get you food. What do you want?” He questioned as he threw down his tent, not even worried about it anymore…the call of his omega seemingly more important to him.

That damn caring daddy of yours.

You waved your hand at him, “No, I want to do it. It’s hard for me to track things… my nose sucks so I want to get better at it.”

“Why?” Gojo questioned.

Nanami released a light chuckle, “You know our omega likes to do things herself.”

“An omega that hunts.” Getou snorted at the very idea.

“What?” you shrug not knowing why that seemed so far-fetched. Where were all your strong independent omegas?

“Nothing sweetheart, it's cute that you like to do things yourself.”

You felt a little shy now as you shifted in your spot, “Well I think it would be beneficial for me to be a bit independent, even though I love you guys spoiling me I might become rotten.”

“We don't min-.”

“Tch- what? What are we supposed to do if she does everything herself.” Your white-haired alpha frowned. “She won't need us anymore.”

You let out a joyous laugh as you walked to Gojo, “I will always need my alphas, especially my troublemaker.” You kiss his cheek playfully then wave to no one in particular. “Come on time is wasting! Who’s gonna help me?”

“Isn't the answer obvious?” Sukuna sheaths his hunter knife already coming towards you.

“I will go too.” Toji volunteered. “ I got the best sense of smell after all.” he grinned tapping his nose.

Getou mused lightly, twirling his hair around a finger,“ Perhaps I should go so I can be a better hunter juuuuust in case Nanami tries to punish us again.”

Nanami gasped, “That was-”

“I might as well go too!” Gojo huffed cutting the blonde off, “I gotta be a good providing alpha for you!”

“You do provide Satoru!” You roll your eyes amid the conversation.

Your blonde brushed his hands upon his pants, “I will also attend. There's never no room for improvement.”

Sukuna growled, “What the hell are we all going!?”

You brighten up at the idea, ”Wait, that would be good! It would be like a training session!”

“Aawh-” Getou began to groan until you looked toward him. “-whhh I love those. So~ so much fun.” you could tell his earlier comment was said as a joke but you weren't gonna let him take it back!

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Second Chances - Part Seventeen of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock. Word Count: 5,735 Tags/Warnings: Mainly fluff. So much fluff. Some emotional insecurity. Implied smut. A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! This story is ongoing and likely will never end!

Note: Please take a look at this post for the posting schedule for Second Chances! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Seventeen: Family Treasures

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the quiet home. The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of pancakes sizzling on the stove. It was a peaceful, slow morning—the kind that Y/N had come to treasure.

But peaceful didn’t last long when Eliza was involved.

“Big Sissy, BIG SISSY, BIG SISSYYYY!”

Emily barely had time to react before a blur of curls and boundless energy tackled her midsection, nearly knocking her off balance.

“Whoa!” Emily laughed, catching Eliza before they both tumbled. “Good morning to you too, wild child.”

Eliza grinned up at her, her eyes bright with excitement. “Big Sissy play today?”

Emily smirked, kneeling down to her level. “That was the plan, but I gotta ask—is Grandma gonna let you go?”

Eliza gasped dramatically, turning toward the kitchen where Margaret stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with a knowing smile.

“Gramma, please?” Eliza clasped her hands together, her bottom lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout.

Margaret didn’t even turn around. “Mmm, I don’t know,” she mused playfully. “I was looking forward to a whole day of snuggles.”

Eliza gasped again, eyes wide. “But… but Big Sissy said!”

Emily bit back a laugh, glancing at Margaret. “I did promise her a fun day, Grandma. Maybe… a trip into town? A little sister’s adventure?”

Margaret finally turned around, setting the spatula down, folding her arms, and pretending to think. “Well… I suppose I could let you go… if you promise to bring me back something sweet.”

Eliza gasped again, bouncing excitedly. “ICE CREAM?”

Margaret chuckled. “Mmm, sounds like a fair deal.”

Emily grinned, ruffling Eliza’s curls. “Deal sealed, kiddo. Let’s get you dressed, and then we’re outta here.”

Eliza squealed and ran for her room, disappearing in a flurry of excitement.

Margaret shook her head, laughing. “You’re a natural with her.”

Emily smiled. “She makes it easy.”

Margaret reached over, tucking a strand of Emily’s hair behind her ear. “You know… I can see a lot of Beau in you.”

Emily blinked in surprise. “Really?”

Margaret nodded. “That protectiveness. That strong, steady presence. It’s in your blood, sweetheart.”

Emily’s throat tightened slightly, but she smiled. “That’s… nice to hear.”

Margaret patted her cheek affectionately before turning back to the stove. “All right, you girls go have your fun. I’ve got a little man to spoil rotten.”

The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting warm golden streaks across the bedroom as Beau buttoned up his shirt, rolling his shoulders to shake off the lingering sleep. His badge sat on the dresser beside his belt, waiting for him to put it on.

Across the room, Y/N stood in front of the mirror, securing an earring while skimming over her planner, mentally running through her schedule for the day. Between work and wedding planning, her plate was full, and the next two weeks were going to be nothing short of chaos.

Beau ran a hand through his hair before stepping behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest. “You sure I can’t convince you to call in sick today?” he murmured against her neck, pressing a slow kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Y/N sighed, tilting her head slightly to give him better access before catching herself with a chuckle. “Tempting, Sheriff, but no. I actually like my job, and I have too much to do.”

Beau groaned dramatically, letting his forehead rest against her shoulder. “That sounds boring.”

Y/N smirked, turning in his arms. “And your day of paperwork and chasing down stray cows doesn’t?”

Beau snorted. “Fair point.”

She placed a hand on his chest, smoothing the fabric of his shirt. “Besides, if I have to work and plan a wedding, you have to suffer through work, too.”

Beau smirked, leaning down to kiss her—slow, deep, full of promise. “Fine. But I expect some kind of reward for my suffering later.”

Y/N hummed against his lips, pretending to consider. “We’ll see.”

He grinned, grabbing his belt and badge as she turned back toward the mirror to brush through her hair. He watched her, the way she moved, the way her lips curled slightly as she focused. Damn, she was beautiful.

“Hey,” he called, tossing his belt onto the bed and stepping toward her again.

Y/N turned just in time for him to steal another kiss, this one deeper, longer, as he backed her up against the dresser. Her fingers curled around the front of his shirt, holding him there.

“You are so stalling,” she murmured against his lips.

“Damn right, I am,” he muttered, kissing her again.

She laughed, finally managing to nudge him away. “Go. Before Jenny calls and yells at you for being late.”

Beau groaned, reluctantly stepping back. “Fine. But I’m countin' the minutes ‘til I get home.”

Y/N smirked. “Then you better make them count.”

Beau shot her a wink before finally grabbing his hat and heading toward the door.

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly to herself. That man was impossible.

And she wouldn’t have him any other way.

Margaret was already in full grandma mode.

With Eliza and Emily gone, she had one mission: completely spoil baby Caleb.

She rocked him gently in her arms, humming softly, his tiny fingers gripping at her necklace. “Oh, you are just the sweetest thing,” she cooed, brushing a soft kiss over his forehead.

Caleb made a soft noise of contentment, blinking up at her with wide, sleepy eyes.

“Oh, I know,” Margaret murmured, gently bouncing him. “Your mama and daddy think they’re in charge, but we know who really rules this house, don’t we?”

Caleb yawned, his tiny mouth stretching wide, making Margaret chuckle.

She settled into the rocking chair, stroking his soft hair. “You, little one, are going to be so loved.”

And with that, she rocked him back to sleep, completely and utterly in grandmother heaven.

Beau had barely settled into his office, already knee-deep in paperwork, when a soft knock sounded from the doorframe.

He glanced up to see Carla standing there, her expression hesitant but open.

“Hey, Beau,” she greeted.

Beau sat back in his chair, waving her in. “Carla. C’mon in.”

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her before settling into the chair across from him. There was a pause—one of those loaded silences where you knew something was coming, but you weren’t sure what.

“I, uh… I wanted to talk to you about something,” she started.

Beau raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

Carla let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah. Nothing bad. Just… I got my wedding invitation a couple of days ago.”

Beau straightened slightly, watching her carefully.

“I guess I just wanted to check,” Carla continued, tapping her fingers lightly against the armrest. “Make sure it’s really okay. That I’m really welcome there.”

Beau exhaled, leaning forward slightly. “Carla, of course you’re welcome. Y/N and I wouldn’t have invited you if we didn’t mean it.”

Carla studied him for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Okay. I just wanted to be sure.” She hesitated before adding, “Emily’s been giving me updates. She’s been loving spending time with Y/N, with the kids.”

Beau’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah. She and Eliza are practically inseparable now.”

Carla grinned. “Sounds about right. She was so excited to meet them.” She paused, exhaling softly. “I’m happy for you, Beau.”

Beau blinked, caught slightly off guard by the sincerity in her tone.

Carla leaned back, crossing her arms. “I knew about you and Y/N months ago. I could tell. You fell hard for her, and fast.” She smirked slightly. “Not that I was surprised.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. “Was it that obvious?”

Carla gave him a knowing look. “Beau, I’ve known you for a long time. I could tell when something changed. And I remember telling you to go for it.”

Beau exhaled, some of the tension in his chest easing. “That means a lot, Carla.”

She smiled. “It’s not weird, you know. You and me—we had our time, and we have Emily. That’s our story. And now, this? This is yours.”

Beau nodded, letting her words settle in.

Carla sighed, standing up. “I just wanted to make sure there were no weird feelings. And to say… I really am happy for you.”

Beau stood as well, giving her a grateful look. “I appreciate that, Carla. More than you know.”

She smirked, tilting her head. “Well, that doesn’t mean I won’t be making fun of you for crying at the altar.”

Beau scoffed. “Who says I’m gonna cry?”

Carla gave him an exasperated look. “Oh, Beau. Please.”

Beau huffed, shaking his head. “Fine. Maybe a little.”

Carla laughed before reaching for the door. “See you at the wedding, Sheriff.”

Beau grinned, watching as she walked out, a weight lifting from his chest.

Everything was good.

Everything was right.

And now? Now, he could focus on marrying the love of his life.

Eliza, dressed in her favorite sundress, held tightly to Emily’s hand as they strolled through town, stopping at every window display, every little shop that caught Eliza’s attention.

“Sissy, look!” Eliza gasped, pointing at a giant stuffed bear in a store window.

Emily grinned. “You do have a birthday coming up soon… should we put that on your wish list?”

Eliza gasped again, nodding eagerly. “YES!”

Emily laughed, tugging her along. “All right, all right. Let’s get ice cream first.”

By the time Beau pulled into the driveway, the sun was dipping low, casting warm golden light over the house. It had been a long day, but the second he stepped through the front door, any exhaustion he felt faded at the sound of tiny, excited babbles filling the air.

Eliza was going off in full toddler mode, bouncing on her feet, her little hands moving wildly as she tried to explain everything that had happened during her adventure with Emily.

“—sissy get me ice cream! BIG one! Had choco—choc’ate! An’ sprinkles! An’—doggie! Saw doggie! Big! Go woof!”

Y/N, standing near the counter, was laughing softly as she set plates on the table. “She’s been like this since they got back,” she said, glancing up at Beau with a knowing smile.

Emily, standing beside Eliza, arms crossed, was beaming, her face full of warmth as she nodded along to every word. “I swear she didn’t stop talking once today,” she said, shaking her head with an amused grin.

Beau chuckled, bending down to scoop Eliza up into his arms, her tiny hands immediately clutching onto his shirt. “That so, baby girl?”

Eliza nodded so fast it nearly knocked her curls loose. “Yeah! Fun! Sissy fun!”

Emily smirked. “We had a blast.”

Beau grinned, shifting Eliza in his arms. “That true, wolf-child? You like hangin’ with Big Sissy?”

Eliza’s face lit up as she turned, patting Emily’s shoulder with her little hand. “Mine!”

Emily laughed, nodding. “Yup. I’ve been claimed.”

Beau’s chest swelled with something deep, something warm.

This. This was exactly what he had always wanted.

He looked over at Y/N, who was watching it all unfold, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes met his, full of love, full of knowing.

“Sounds like we had a good day,” Beau murmured, pressing a kiss to Eliza’s cheek before setting her down.

Eliza immediately latched onto Emily’s leg, babbling again. “Sissy got cookie! For G’ma! Big one! Choco one!”

Emily grinned. “That’s right. We promised Grandma a cookie.”

Beau raised an eyebrow, looking between them. “And where’s mine?”

Eliza’s whole face froze.

Her eyes went huge, her mouth forming a little o. She turned very slowly to Emily, blinking. “Uh-oh.”

Emily burst out laughing, covering her mouth.

Beau let out a deep chuckle, kneeling back down to Eliza’s level. “You forgot your old man, huh?”

Eliza made a tiny whimper sound before throwing herself against his chest. “Sowwy, Daddy!”

Beau laughed, hugging her tight. “It’s okay, baby girl. I forgive you.”

Eliza pulled back, gripping both sides of his face with her tiny hands. “You okay?”

He grinned. “Yeah, darlin’. I’m okay.”

She studied him very seriously before nodding to herself, as if deciding he was probably not too heartbroken over the missing cookie.

Emily, still laughing, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Beau shook his head, standing up. “You’re gonna fit right in with these two, Em.”

Y/N walked over, slipping her arms around Beau’s waist, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Told you she was gonna adore her big sister.”

Beau exhaled, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close. “Yeah,” he murmured. “And I love seein’ it.”

Emily, watching them, felt a tightness in her throat—one that had nothing to do with sadness and everything to do with how full her heart felt.

Y/N turned to her, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “She’s already your girl, too.”

Emily swallowed, nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I think she is.”

And as Eliza tugged on her hand, demanding more attention, Emily knew—

This was home.

This was family.

And she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The house was quiet, wrapped in the stillness of the Montana night.

Beau lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other lazily tracing circles against Y/N’s bare shoulder as she lay curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Their breaths were still heavy, their bodies warm and tangled beneath the sheets, the scent of lovemaking lingering between them.

It had been different tonight.

Not rushed, not just a release—it had been intense, raw, all-consuming. A reflection of the love swelling inside them, the joy filling their home, the way their family was growing and blending so seamlessly.

Y/N sighed softly, nuzzling into his chest. “That was… something else.”

Beau chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, it was.”

A comfortable silence stretched between them for a while, their bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of their passion.

Then, quietly, Y/N murmured, “Emily fits in so perfectly.”

Beau exhaled, his hand sliding through her hair, his fingers combing through the soft strands. “Yeah,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “She really does.”

Y/N shifted, tilting her head up to look at him. His green eyes were soft, thoughtful, his usual confidence replaced with something deeper, something almost vulnerable.

“I can’t tell you how much it means to me,” he murmured, “seeing her with the kids. With you.” He swallowed, his throat tight. “I spent so long wonderin’ if I’d ever have this. A real family. A home that just… felt right.”

Y/N reached up, cupping his cheek. “You do, Beau.”

His jaw clenched slightly as he turned his face into her palm, pressing a lingering kiss there. “I know,” he admitted. “And I don’t ever wanna take it for granted.”

Y/N studied him, sensing there was more he wanted to say.

“Beau?” she prompted gently.

He took a slow breath before shifting, rolling slightly to his side so he could look at her fully. His fingers trailed along her arm, his touch reverent, deliberate.

“I’ve been thinkin’,” he started, his voice low, careful. “About Eliza.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed slightly, curiosity flickering in her gaze. “What about her?”

Beau held her gaze, his thumb brushing absently over her wrist. “I want to adopt her.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

Beau swallowed, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Not just ‘cause we’re getting married. Not just ‘cause she’s your little girl. But because… she’s mine too, Y/N. She feels like mine. She is mine in every way that matters. And I want to make it official.”

Y/N blinked, her chest tightening. “Beau…”

“I love her,” he continued, his voice thick. “I love her like she’s always been mine. And I want her to know that. To never have to question it. To never have to wonder.”

Y/N’s throat bobbed, emotion clogging it. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

Beau let out a small chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “Darlin’, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “She is my little girl. And I wanna make it real. In every way.”

Y/N’s eyes welled with tears, her lips trembling. “Beau…”

He reached up, cupping her face. “Say yes,” he murmured.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, nodding frantically as tears spilled down her cheeks. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Beau exhaled, relief washing over his face before he pulled her into a deep, soul-stealing kiss.

When they pulled apart, Y/N cupped his jaw, running her thumbs over the stubble there. “She’s going to be so happy, Beau.”

Beau smiled, brushing his nose against hers. “Good. ‘Cause I plan on spoilin’ that little girl for the rest of my damn life.”

Y/N laughed softly before pressing another kiss to his lips, then his forehead, then his chest, where his heart beat strong beneath her palm.

Beau wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, breathing her in.

Their family was already whole, already perfect.

The house was alive with warmth and movement.

Morning light streamed through the kitchen window, casting golden streaks over the countertops where Y/N stood, flipping pancakes while the scent of fresh coffee filled the air.

Eliza was in the living room, enthusiastically banging together two plastic toys, her own personal concert echoing throughout the house.

At the kitchen table, Emily sat across from Margaret, who was cradling Caleb like he was the most precious thing in the world. Which, as far as she was concerned, he was.

Emily grinned as she sipped her coffee. “So… is it just me, or are you completely obsessed with this kid?”

Margaret smirked, rocking Caleb gently as he blinked up at her with sleepy eyes. “Oh, I absolutely am.”

Emily laughed. “You know you’re holding him like someone’s gonna steal him, right?”

Margaret scoffed, shifting Caleb slightly to rest against her shoulder. “I dare someone to try.”

Emily shook her head, amused. “All right, all right. But, hey… I was thinking, maybe I could spend the day with him?”

Margaret froze, her grip immediately tightening around Caleb’s tiny body.

Y/N, still by the stove, smiled to herself, already knowing this was coming.

Margaret cleared her throat, but her fingers still curled firmly around the baby’s back. “Spend the day… how, exactly?”

Emily leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. “Just—bonding! Maybe take him outside for a little stroll, get him some fresh air, let you have some time to yourself.”

Margaret arched a brow. “I don’t need time to myself. I have Caleb.”

Emily snorted. “Grandma, you do you can share him with the rest of us, right?”

Margaret gave a very unimpressed look before turning to Caleb, cooing softly. “She doesn’t understand us, does she, baby?”

Caleb let out a tiny coo, his little fingers gripping the collar of her blouse.

Emily groaned, looking at Y/N for backup. “Am I losing this battle?”

Y/N finally turned, setting a plate of pancakes on the table before leaning against the counter. “You might be.”

Emily sighed dramatically before pressing her hands together. “Okay, okay—look, I love Eliza, but she’s a lot of energy. I thought today I could get some quiet bonding time with this little guy.”

Margaret pursed her lips. “And what if he needs something?”

Emily gave her a look. “I do have basic baby knowledge, Grandma.”

Margaret sighed, looking down at Caleb again, her fingers still not loosening. “It’s not you, sweetheart. It’s me.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “Mom, let the girl spend time with her brother. You’re just being possessive.”

Margaret huffed. “I am not possessive.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Last night, I literally heard you whisper ‘mine’ when you were rocking him.”

Emily burst out laughing. “Okay, that’s adorable but also exactly my point.”

Margaret let out a dramatic sigh, looking between them before pressing a kiss to Caleb’s head. “Fine. But if you need anything, you call me immediately.”

Emily grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

Margaret reluctantly handed Caleb over, her hands hovering like she was mentally preparing herself to snatch him back at any moment.

Y/N smirked as she handed Emily a bottle. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Margaret huffed. “We’ll see.”

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Beau stepped out, his hair still damp from his shower, a towel draped over his shoulders as he buttoned up his shirt.

His eyes immediately scanned the room, landing on Emily holding Caleb. He arched a brow. “Well, look at you. Movin’ up in the world.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Apparently, it was a hard sell.”

Margaret muttered, crossing her arms. “It was.”

Beau smirked, walking over to Y/N, dropping a kiss on her cheek before stealing a bite of pancake straight off her plate.

Y/N swatted at him. “Go eat your own food, Sheriff.”

Beau grinned, reaching for his coffee as he turned back to Margaret. “You okay, Margaret? You look like someone stole your car.”

Margaret huffed, giving Emily one last look before dramatically sipping her coffee. “I’ll survive.”

Beau chuckled, grabbing a fork and sitting down beside Emily, watching as she held Caleb with ease.

“You know,” he murmured, tilting his head, “this really is somethin’ special.”

Emily looked at him, brow raised. “What is?”

Beau took a sip of coffee before smirking. “All three of my kids under the same roof.”

Emily’s expression softened as she looked down at Caleb, her fingers gently brushing over his tiny hand.

Yeah.

That was something special.

The warm glow of the setting sun stretched across the driveway as Beau pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house. The day had been long—work always felt longer when he knew what was waiting for him at home—but now that he was here, something inside him instantly settled.

Y/N stretched in the passenger seat, letting out a soft sigh. “I am so ready to be home.”

Beau smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. “That bad, huh?”

Y/N gave him a pointed look. “Do you know how many last-minute wedding things I had to deal with today on top of work stuff?”

Beau grinned. “Nope. And that’s why I left you in charge.”

Y/N swatted at his arm. “You’re impossible.”

Beau leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “And yet, you love me anyway.”

Y/N sighed against his mouth. “Unfortunately.”

Beau chuckled, then opened the door, stepping out just as another car pulled into the driveway.

Margaret was behind the wheel, and as soon as she parked, she got out and moved to the backseat. Beau and Y/N watched as she opened the door, carefully unbuckling Eliza from her car seat.

The second Eliza was free, she started wiggling excitedly, her little feet kicking against the seat. “Mommy! Daddy!” she squealed, bouncing as Margaret lifted her out and set her down on the ground.

Eliza bolted toward them, her little feet pattering against the gravel.

Beau barely had time to crouch before Eliza launched herself into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly, settling her against his hip. “Hey there, wolf-child,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her messy curls. “Did you have a good day?”

Eliza nodded rapidly. “Big one!”

Margaret chuckled as she walked up the steps. “That girl wore me out today.”

Y/N reached for Eliza’s chubby little hand, kissing her fingers. “Did Grandma spoil you?”

Eliza’s face lit up as she nodded enthusiastically. “Cookies! An’ toys! An’ big slide! An’—”

She suddenly gasped dramatically, wiggling in Beau’s arms until he set her down. Then, without missing a beat, she bolted inside. “Sissy! Sissy! Mommy ‘n’ Daddy home!”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Think she missed us?”

Y/N laughed. “I think she’s just excited to show off whatever she convinced Grandma to buy her today.”

Margaret huffed playfully as she made her way inside. “You act like I spoil her.”

Beau smirked. “Margaret, you literally just came back from taking her to a toy store.”

Margaret sniffed. “She needed a new stuffed horse.”

Y/N snorted. “Right. Needed.”

They followed Margaret inside, where Eliza was already bouncing beside the couch, tugging at Emily’s arm, trying to get her attention.

Emily, however, was completely entranced by Caleb.

The baby was settled comfortably against her chest, wide awake, his tiny fingers occasionally flexing in the air as she gently rocked him back and forth.

Y/N nudged Beau’s arm, nodding toward the scene. “Oh, look at her.”

Beau smirked, stepping forward. “Well, well, well. Someone’s got a case of baby fever.”

Emily glanced up, blinking as if she had just realized they were there. “Oh—hey! You guys are back.”

Beau raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “You, uh… good there, Em?”

Emily huffed a small laugh, looking back down at Caleb, her face full of warmth. “I get it now.”

Beau chuckled. “Get what?”

Emily gently stroked Caleb’s tiny fingers, her voice softer than usual. “Why people love babies so much.”

Y/N bit back a smile as she walked over, peering down at Caleb. “He is a pretty easygoing little guy.”

Emily nodded. “He barely fussed all day. Just ate, snuggled, and blinked up at me like I was the greatest person in the world.” She glanced up, shaking her head in pure awe. “It’s dangerous how sweet he is.”

Beau snorted. “Careful, Em. You sound like you’re about to steal him.”

Emily sighed dramatically, cradling Caleb a little closer. “I just might.”

Y/N chuckled, rubbing Emily’s back. “Welcome to the club.”

Margaret walked into the room, hands on her hips. “I told you he was perfect.”

Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. “Yeah, yeah, okay—you win.”

Beau smirked, leaning against the couch. “So, lemme get this straight—you survived a full day with a baby, and now you’re thinkin’ about gettin’ one of your own?”

Emily snorted. “Oh, no way. I’m happy borrowing this one for now.” She grinned down at Caleb, brushing her thumb across his tiny cheek. “But yeah… I get it now.”

Y/N smiled, glancing over at Beau, who was watching his daughter with nothing but pride.

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “First, Eliza claims you, and now Caleb? What’s next—you takin’ Grandma out for spa days?”

Margaret lifted her chin. “Well, now that you mention it—”

Beau held up a hand. “Nope. Not entertainin’ that.”

Y/N laughed, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around Beau’s waist. “Face it, honey. Emily’s one of us now.”

Beau exhaled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s hair. “Guess I can live with that.”

Emily smirked. “Gee, thanks, Dad.”

Beau chuckled, nudging her playfully. “Anytime, kid.”

The house had settled into its quiet nighttime rhythm.

Beau was standing at the dresser, pulling his shirt over his head, while Y/N was already in bed, fluffing the pillows and stretching out with a contented sigh. The warmth of the day still lingered, and the comfort of being home, together, made everything feel right.

Beau was just about to climb in beside her when a soft knock sounded at the door.

He and Y/N exchanged a glance before he stepped over, pulling it open to find Emily standing there, arms crossed, shifting slightly on her feet.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, voice soft but attentive.

“Hey,” Emily said, her voice quieter than usual. She hesitated, glancing past him at Y/N. “Can I talk to you? Just… you?”

Beau frowned slightly but nodded. “Of course.” He turned back to Y/N, touching her arm. “I’ll be back.”

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand. “Take your time.”

Emily led him down the hallway to the guest room where she was staying. The small lamp on the nightstand cast a soft glow across the room. Her suitcase was half-unpacked in the corner, her shoes kicked off by the foot of the bed.

She sat down first, twisting her fingers in her lap. There was a hesitation in the way she moved, like she wasn’t quite sure how to say what was on her mind.

Beau sat beside her, leaning forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees. “What’s on your mind, Em?”

Emily exhaled, shifting slightly. “I don’t really know how to say it. It’s… kinda stupid.”

Beau arched a brow. “Doubt that.”

She gave a small, nervous laugh, then looked down at her hands. “I love them,” she admitted softly. “Eliza. Caleb. I love being their big sister.”

Beau smiled, warmth spreading through his chest. “I know you do.”

Emily nodded, but then she hesitated, her fingers still twisting together. “But… is it okay if I feel sad, too?”

Beau’s brow furrowed. “Sad?”

Emily swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never had this growing up. I never had siblings. And I didn’t know what I was missing, but now that I do…” She trailed off, struggling to find the words. “I wish I had this back then. And I know that’s not fair to you, because I know you and Mom loved me so much—but part of me still wishes I had this when I was little.”

Beau’s chest ached.

He reached over, gripping her hand gently. “Sweetheart…”

Emily sniffled, shaking her head. “I don’t want you to feel bad, Dad. It’s not that I wasn’t happy—I was. It’s just… different now. And I love it so much that I wish I had it before.” She exhaled sharply. “I’m sorry if that hurts.”

Beau squeezed her hand, his voice steady. “Em, you never have to apologize for feelin’ what you feel.”

She glanced at him, hesitant.

Beau took a slow breath before continuing, “I get it, sweetheart. I really do. You had me and your mama, and I know we did our best to love you as much as possible, but I know that’s not the same as havin’ siblings.” He smiled softly. “And the fact that you love Eliza and Caleb so much that you wish you had them sooner? That ain’t a bad thing. That just means you’re a damn good big sister.”

Emily let out a quiet, breathy laugh. “You think so?”

Beau smiled. “I know so.”

She smiled, sniffling slightly before squeezing his hand. “Thanks, Dad.”

Beau leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

Emily sighed, relaxing slightly. “I really do love them, you know.”

Beau chuckled. “Oh, I know. Pretty sure Eliza’s never letting you leave.”

Emily laughed, wiping at her eyes. “Yeah. I’m starting to think she’s attached.”

Beau grinned, pulling her into a side hug. “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with us now.”

Emily smiled against his shoulder, hugging him back. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The house was silent except for the soft hum of the night settling around them.

Beau quietly made his way back to the bedroom, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind him. Y/N was still awake, lying on her side beneath the covers, her eyes heavy with sleep but filled with quiet concern.

She shifted slightly, propping herself up on her elbow as Beau peeled off his shirt, sighing before running a hand through his hair. “Everything okay with Emily?” she asked softly.

Beau nodded, but there was something distant in his expression. He slipped into bed beside her, exhaling as he leaned back against the pillows. “Yeah,” he murmured. “She just… needed to talk.”

Y/N studied him for a moment, reaching over to run her fingers lightly over his chest. “About what?”

Beau let out a slow breath. “She loves Eliza and Caleb. She loves being their big sister. But she told me she was sad she didn’t have siblings growing up.” His voice was quiet, thoughtful. “She didn’t even know what she was missing until now.”

Y/N’s heart squeezed.

Beau rubbed his hand over his face. “I hate that I couldn’t give her that.”

Y/N shifted closer, sliding her hand up to his jaw, coaxing him to look at her. “Beau,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth. “Emily grew up so loved.”

Beau swallowed, his green eyes dark with emotion. “I know. But I keep thinkin’… maybe if Carla and I had worked out, if things had been different…”

Y/N shook her head gently. “You and Carla gave Emily everything you could. You were a damn good father to her, Beau. And you still are.”

Beau exhaled, his hand coming to rest over hers, pressing it against his chest. “It just… made me think, you know?”

Y/N smiled softly. “Emily isn’t mourning her childhood. She’s just realizing something new. And instead of being bitter, instead of pulling away, she’s embracing it. She’s here, she’s loving her siblings, and she’s so happy.”

Beau closed his eyes briefly, nodding. “Yeah,” he murmured. “She is.”

Y/N traced her fingers along his jawline, then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “That’s because of you.”

Beau let out a slow breath, pulling her into his arms. “Damn, I love you, woman.”

Y/N smiled against his skin. “I know.”

She kissed him again, slow and lingering, her fingers curling into his hair.

Beau sighed into her mouth, letting himself sink into the warmth of her touch. He hadn’t even realized how much he needed this—her comfort, her presence, her love.

Y/N shifted, straddling his waist, her hands splayed across his chest. “You know what else I know?” she murmured, her lips grazing against his jaw.

Beau smirked. “What’s that, darlin’?”

Y/N kissed him again, deeper this time, pressing her body fully against his. “You need to be thoroughly reminded of how good of a man you are.”

Beau groaned, his grip tightening around her waist. “That right?”

She hummed, nipping lightly at his bottom lip. “Mmhmm.”

Beau flipped them easily, settling between her legs, his lips moving along her neck, down to her collarbone. “Y’know, I was feelin’ a little down,” he murmured against her skin.

Y/N giggled, arching into him. “Let me fix that.”

Beau grinned before kissing her breathless, letting her take away every doubt, every weight he carried—until all that was left was them.

Together.

Always.

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touch-starved | min yoongi

we are going to ignore how every single one of my writings has nightmares in them, i personally experience very vivid nightmares on occasion so i guess art imitates life or whatever. also we're gonna ignore that this is the second bodyguard imagine i've written, this one was a request so it's a little less embarrassing but still is a little but not enough that i won't post it on the internet because i know y'all shameless too. here we have bodyguard!yoongi x celebrity fem!reader. warnings: stalking/stalkers (not yoongi this is not a yandere situation sorry), mentions of loneliness, a nightmare (obvs its me writing duh), horror movie mentioned...........idk if there's anything else but please do lmk

There is a soft knock at the hotel room door. You check the peephole to see Yoongi standing there, tapping rhythmically on his leg as he waits for you to let him in.

“Well, as far as I can tell, you’re not being followed,” he says as he enters, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it onto the chair by the sofa.

You sit on the sofa, rubbing your temples. “Well, that’s a relief,” you say tiredly.

“All this trouble for a guy you’re not even dating,” Yoongi says mildly, but he’s looking at you with his curious eyes, trying to gauge your mood.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever even talked to him,” you agree, flopping listlessly onto your side. “Remind me never to smile at anyone in public ever again.”

He smiles. “Or wear similar outfits, or go to the same places,” he adds, his eyes gentle. Then he leans against the sofa, facing the wall. “It’s not your fault, though.”

“I know,” you sigh. “You know, I kind of wish it was real,” you admit.

“Why? You like the guy?” Yoongi asks sharply.

“Not really,” you muse. “I mean, he is handsome. But it’s really that if I were in a relationship, it would mean that someone got close enough to me to like me.”

“I know you,” he responds indignantly. “And I like you.”

“You’re my bodyguard. You are paid to like me, so it doesn’t count,” you protest.

Yoongi shakes his head, annoyed. “On a good day,” he says scathingly, “I’d like you even if you weren’t paying me.”

“That’s the nicest thing you ever said to me,” you say, and the tension in the room dissolves as Yoongi gives you a smirk. “Who knew it would be so lonely to be a celebrity,” you say lightly, unable to escape a twinge of bitterness in your voice.

“It’s not all bad,” Yoongi reminds you, nodding out the massive windows at the spectacular skyline view.

You smile at the setting sun. “True,” you allow. “This part I like.” You watch for a few minutes as the sun sinks almost imperceptibly lower. “You must think I’m so spoiled.”

Yoongi shrugs. “I can see how there would be drawbacks. Personal privacy is a luxury that only poor people can afford.”

You tsk at him. “You’re talking in riddles again,” you scold. “It’s a condition at this point. You should really have it checked.”

He grins. “Just say you aren’t smart enough to understand,” he shoots back.

You chuckle, loving the back-and-forth. “Just say you have to pretend to be smart by using big words,” you retaliate.

He bows, his grin wider, as if to say, “you won this round”. “So,” he says, going to the mini fridge and popping a can of soda open. “What shall it be tonight, madame?”

You crinkle your nose in disgust at his butler-like tone. “Something spooky. In honor of fall,” you tell him, handing him the remote.

When he had become your bodyguard two years ago, at the recommendation of your agency, you had learned that he was required to work long into the night at your side. Feeling bad, you had started to watch movies every night when he came around so that he’d at least have something to do. Your relationship had come a long way — he had started out watching the movies from the back of the room, standing by the door, to now, sitting beside you on the sofa. This was representative of your relationship as well — when you had first met he was cold and professional, but now the two of you bantered back and forth in a way that was comfortable and easy. You really couldn’t remember ever feeling so comfortable with anyone, in fact.

It was hard to know when your less responsible feelings for him had begun. Truthfully, you suspected that you had just developed an unhealthy attachment to the only person you spent time around, but there were nights when you’d watch him writing in a little pocket-sized notebook, his long hair falling in front of his face, and imagine how it might have been if you’d met in a normal way — at a college somewhere, where he’d bring you a juice every day and help you study for exams. Now, there was barely a way to tell if what you felt when you saw him — that accelerated heart rate, that quiet thrum of energy in your mind — was real, or if it came from your own foolishness.

You watch him now — his face in the dying sunlight is so pretty you’re almost jealous, and the feeling in your chest pulses in a way that is almost painful. He turns on the TV and scrolls through shows until he finds a promising title: some horror film about an old woman in a spooky old house with a mysterious secret. As you begin the movie he has his arms folded, watching with veiled interest. But he notices the first time you flinch.

“Scared already?” he teases.

“You don’t miss a trick,” you say ruefully. “Pay attention.” You gesture to the screen.

About fifteen minutes later, there’s a knock at the door that corresponds perfectly to a jump scare in the movie, and you yelp in fright. Yoongi gets up, brow furrowed. “Are you expecting anyone?” he asks.

You shake your head no. He looks through the peephole and curses. “It’s your stalker again,” he grumbles, pulling out his cell phone. “Hey, Harvey,” he says, and his voice is calm, but you can tell he’s angry. “I need you to come up to the room and grab something. I was hoping it had already been taken care of.”

The voice of the hotel security team lead says something unintelligible, and Yoongi thanks them before hanging up. He slides the two chains into their places on the door and takes a door jam from his pocket, wedging it between the door and the floor. He grins at your wide eyes. “Don’t worry, milady,” he says, “he can’t get in even if he figures out how to unlock the door.”

“But what if he did get in?” you whisper, spooked.

He shrugs. “I’d kill him,” he replies.

“For real?!” you squeak,

“No,” he says with an eye roll. “But I would incapacitate him in record time. That dude is a wimp.”

He seems to notice you’re nervous, and his eyes soften. “Don’t worry,” he says quietly. “I’ll take care of you.”

When he sits back down, he sits closer to you than normal. Your legs are touching. You look at him quizzically and he smiles. “It’s a small couch,” he says, throwing an arm up over the back of the couch — not around your shoulders, but close enough that you’re blushing.

You try to focus on the movie, but you find that despite your anxiety, you’re beginning to nod off. Almost automatically, you find yourself leaning toward Yoongi’s warmth, and your head finds his shoulder. Giving in to the exhaustion, you find yourself in dreams.

It’s not long before the dreams turn dark. You have been prone to bad dreams as a result of your overactive imagination, but these are more solid than your usual nightmares — stealing from reality and stretching it so that teeth are too long, smiles are too wide, and the hands that reach for you are too strong. You wake up with a gasp.

You’re in your bed. You flick on the bedside lamp and put a hand to your chest, breathing deeply, still anxious. When a soft voice calls your name, you nearly jump out of your skin. Yoongi has poked his head into your bedroom, and is now looking at you in amusement. “It’s just me,” he says, stepping inside. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, trying to recover, although your voice still shakes. “I just had a bad dream.”

He grins. “No more falling asleep to horror movies,” he says in a fake-stern voice. “Do you need anything?”

“I think I’d like if you stayed with me a minute,” you confess, your voice quiet, looking at your hands. You are more nervous he’ll say no than you are about the dreams.

When you finally meet his gaze, his expression is unreadable. He walks silently to the side of your bed and sits down beside you. You can’t help but admire how the lamplight casts an alluring shadow on his face before he does something unexpected.

He reaches out, and without looking at you, slips your hand in his.

You stare at him. He has never done this before — never touched you when he could avoid it. You’d always been grateful and a bit disappointed about this. You knew he should keep his distance and simultaneously wished he wouldn’t. To say you’re startled wouldn’t even begin to cover it.

And yet, holding his hand is soothing. You feel your fear fade away, and in a moment of boldness, give his hand a shy squeeze.

He looks at you, then at your interlocked hands. He takes a deep breath. “Well, I need to quit my job.”

This revelation is shocking. “Why?” you ask, suddenly panicked. “If I did something — I mean, I’m sorry if I crossed a line —“

He puts a finger to your lips. “You haven’t done anything wrong,” he says gently.

“Then stay with me,” you say, knocking his hand away from your lips.

“I can’t work for you when I feel the way I do about you,” he explains, almost in a pleading tone.

"What are you talking about?" you ask.

"I love you," he blurts.

You gape at him. "What?"

He blushes. "You heard me."

You look at his hand in your hand, and then back to him. "Are you serious?" you ask him, unable to keep a smile from your voice.

He rolls his eyes. "If you're just gonna make me keep repeating myself, this conversation isn't going to go anywhere." He stands up and places your hand back into your lap. "I'll give you some time to process."

You leap out of bed and follow him. "Wait a minute," you say, grabbing his hand. "How do you know you love me?" you ask him, your eyes searching his.

Yoongi blushes, but he looks a little pleased that you've grabbed his hand. "Well," he says, slowly digesting your question, "I think it's pretty easy to know. Of everyone I've ever met and spent time with, I've never enjoyed being around anyone the way I like being around you. Nobody makes me smile like you do, and nobody makes me crazier."

You blink. "Well, I feel all those things about you."

He raises his eyebrows. "You do?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I don't have many real friends," you explain, "but I'd rather stay in with you and watch movies than go out, or go anywhere really."

"You would?" he asks.

You give him a pointed look. "Now who's repeating themselves?"

He shakes his head. "I'm just shocked. Are you saying you love me back?"

You look at him, trying to find the answer yourself. Your heart is pounding harder than it did at any scary movie, and the heat of his gaze is making you feel flushed and squirmy. You struggle for words. "I --"

Yoongi throws his jacket and keys onto the couch, and in one swift movement he pulls you into his chest. He places his hand on your cheek. "What do you feel right now?" he whispers, his lips inches from yours.

"It's hard to know," you whisper back. "Completely crazy, but somehow calm. Entirely safe, but terrified. It's like I'm on top of something very high, but wearing a harness."

He gives you a tender smile. "That sounds like love to me." And then he kisses you.

You cling to him as he presses a kiss to your lips, then your cheeks and jaw and nose and forehead. Sighing in relief, you melt into his arms, enjoying the feeling of being adored. After he finishes kissing you, he holds you in his arms for awhile, running his hand down your back in soothing motions.

You carefully monitor your feelings as he holds you, realizing that after all this time alone, you could be a bit out of touch with them. You feel a lot of things -- wild and alive and a little dizzy -- but the undercurrent of your feelings is peace and quiet. It feels right.

"You do need to quit," you say suddenly.

He pulls back. "Why?" he asks, shocked.

"Because I do love you back, and I'm not about to pay my boyfriend to hang out with me," you say. "That's pathetic, even for me."

He laughs, tucking your hair behind your ear. "As you wish, love."

"You can hire your replacement in the morning," you say, kissing him again.

[verycharismaticdragon]

Currently reading a Korean webnovel instead of Chinese ones and this is making me conceptualize something, let’s see if I can put it in words…

My musings started with realizing that I’ve become very used to this cnovels thing where the main pairing is literally stated in the summary. Not the case for the k-novel I’m reading, and therefore I’m experiencing Pain and Suffering, — torn between my every instinct screaming that the author is setting up the OT3 endgame, and trying to lower my expectations to avoid disappointment. (And the novel is ongoing so I can’t even get spoilers for the ending :) girl help.)

As you may’ve guessed, I found myself strongly preferring the Chinese variant; but as to why exactly it was so important for my enjoyment to know the main couple… it took me a bit to figure out.

I mean, it’s not like I’m reading exclusively for romance, okay? Fannish activity-wise, sure, I tend to get fixated on ships (though even then, not all the time), but when it comes to reading (or any media intake, really), it’s not necessarily what I’m most interested in. Among my beloved titles, there are many where there’s no canon or fanon couple I'm attached to — and more than a few where there’s a canon couple that I neither love nor hate, just accept. So why did I get so attached to the concept of being, essentially, spoiled the endgame couple beforehand?

The key word that made it click was: promise. After all, it’s not like knowing the names of the characters that get together tells me anything about if they will be interesting or boring together, if they will be good for each other or make me scream “break up!” a million times. But it is a solid promise that these two people ARE gonna be a couple. 

And thinking about the word promise reminded me of discussions on plot twists that I’ve seen on here, about what makes a good plot twist and what makes a bad one — specifically, the phrase “narrative promise” that someone came up with. Basically, narrative promise is in the set up and the build up. If the plot twist betrays the narrative promise, it will not work, and it will be hated by the audience, who’ll feel like their emotional investment into the story was mocked.

The thing about the narrative promise, and why this term stuck with me, is that it’s actually applicable more broadly than just for shock-factor plot twists. For example: what is queerbaiting, if not betraying the narrative promise that the two characters are gonna be together? The fans see the narrative promise — the set up and the build up that would be unequivocally romantic for a het couple — and expect it to be fulfilled; only to be called delusional by the very creators that gave them this expectation. 

And this brings me to the next point: the catch of the “narrative promise” is that it’s never a guarantee. You can be completely sure the author is setting up X, only for them to turn around and do something completely different. (Possibly while calling you a little bitch for having the stupidity to invest your feelings into their creation, too.) After a while, a fan learns to manage their expectations. To not bet too much on anything, even if it feels like there’s no other way it can go. To wait until the end of the season or the last chapter before allowing themselves to get attached; to hold back on deciding whether something is good or not, lest they hype up something they will want to bury and forget later.

And this is where we circle back to c-novels, and to spoiling the main couple in the summary. Except I hesitate to call it “spoiling” because, as discussed, it actually heightens my enjoyment. For a simple reason: this practice takes the narrative promise from its nebulous, uncertain status to something concrete and real. Only for this one aspect and with the minimal-est amount of information possible, but still. That’s one thing I don’t have to guess about or doubt myself on (am I seeing things? is there a heterosexual explanation another way to read this? will the author simply kill off one of the characters before the end so that they don’t have to decide whether to make them explicitly queer?), and one thing I can count on (whatever else happens in the plot, I’ll still have this). It’s easy to invest emotionally into those characters and their relationship, when you have an assurance of their happy ending.

Ofc, I’m not saying that I don’t invest emotionally into relationships or characters other than the main CP — just that it is easier. And I would even say having this one(1) hard promise makes it easier to invest into other elements of the work, too, as it makes for a sort of safety net even if something else is disappointing or painful. 

Like, say you are invested in one couple with great chemistry and one side character. In case of a pre-stated ship, even if the side character dies, at least you still have the canon couple. So it’s not like all of your emotional connection to the book is lost, and you can probably bear with the loss of that character by writing everybody lives AU or something. But if the side character dies AND the couple you were invested in gets broken up or killed off or straight-married with other ppl… then doesn’t that make the entire thing into one massive disappointment? to the point that you might even regret picking up the book that made you care only to slap you in the face?.. 

So yeah, having even just one ship guaranteed is very comforting. And then I thought, well, doesn’t this apply to another type of fiction that I’m very familiar with?

Fanfiction?

Which, since very early on, has adopted the practice of putting the endgame ship in the header of the fic. And which, probably not coincidentally, is often a response to a broken (or at the very least not brought to its logical conclusion) narrative promise. And which always felt uniquely easy to read for me… 

See, prior to getting on this little thought train, I always assumed the ease was due to pre-existing familiarity with canon. You know, not having to learn the entire new setting, already having attachment to the characters… But now that I’ve connected these dots, I thought about times I read fics for fandoms I wasn’t familiar with, and originals formatted as fics — and really, wasn’t it always about the narrative promise made solid? 

Esp with how fics make it even broader than cnovels, by having extensive tags and ratings and such. Getting into a fic, you have a pretty clear idea of what may or may not happen in the story, even if you don’t know what exactly will happen or how. And a fic can fail to live up to the premise set up by ship/rating/tags — but not completely turn its back on it. 

(Well, normally. But in those exceptional cases where tags are misleading, at least you have something to point to when saying, “this is not what I was promised”. The ficwriter can hardly claim they don't understand why you expected [ship] to happen when they personally tagged their work as containing that ship — unlike the traditional media creators, who can always play the "you were totally misunderstanding my intentions the entire time" card.)

And having a solid promise like this, it turns out, takes lotsa pressure off starting a New Unfamiliar thing. I do, in fact, trust like that! So it’s no wonder that there were periods in my life when I would only consume fanfiction, because it was so much easier than extending trust to new titles. And it’s no wonder that what brought me back to being an avid reader were Chinese webnovels that use a practice very similar to what we have in fandoms.

I guess I understand myself better now! Still wish I knew if that k-novel's author is /j or /srs about the ot3 though.

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 8﹕✦﹕┈・୧

Hawks x f!reader -> Cockwarming

Event Masterlist

a/n: soft hawksie, comfort, slice of life <3, cockwarmin.

there are times your work, your day absolutely drains the fuck out of you. you want nothing more than keigo and to be covered in the duvet of his wings. today you were late from work, reaching home at 10 pm. it was irritating— you were drained and your shoulders were slumped, keigo noticed the lack of ease and effortlessness in your body language and facial expressions in the morning itself. a sudden murmur when he wore his hero jacket, “why don’t you take an off from work sweetie? take my card and spoil yourself a bit mm?” keigo tried, but you dismissed his proposal. “no, im good thanks kei” your smile also seemed forced—

now that you had returned home, keigo came over to you immediately. wearing his grey joggers and a white tee. fuck he didn’t even have to try !! he was so ethereal. the blazing sun had toned down in japan & keigo’s golden tan with it. you walked towards him, hugging him eagerly. a musical chuckle escaped him as his hands groped your back, “aww~ my cute little birb.” he mumbles, leaning back and kissing your lips softly, melting away your stress and worries. “dinner?” he muses, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“mhm, what do we have?” you asked him, nuzzling against his palm when he cupped your face. “mm, whatever you want is what we have. keigo’s kitchen especially catered to his baby girl.” he grinned. you love that he addressed himself as keigo and not ‘hawks’ in front of you.

“some chicken soup.” you hummed, smiling back at him tenderly, through tired eyes.

“gotcha~” he took out his phone to check for outlets and you chuckled, “hey now, wasn’t this keigo’s kitchen?” keigo bit his lip, blushing with a grin. “yes it is, just out sourcing some stuff.” he winked, sounding exactly like the man of your dreams — oh wait, he is.

the dinner came in quick, by the time you were out of the shower, a stray plume caressed your cheek, making you giggle as you paved your way towards the dining area. “dinner is ready missy, sit down.” keigo looked at you, still in the bathrobe and whistled. “oh my~” you blushed and rolled your eyes at his antics, sitting down and having dinner with your husband. things seem so great when you start counting these little moments that life awards you with your man.

once the dinner was finished, where you talked to him about work, he talked about his— well, as much as he could share of course. you got up. flustered at what you’re about to ask. “wanna, cockwarm.” the words came out of your mouth easy. keigo smirked, “mm? want to feel daddy that close huh?” you nodded, blushing and looking down.

you nodded, looking into his eyes because you know he likes it. “yeah, wan’- wan’ to feel you close keigo.” you looked down, fuck his siren gaze with his marked golden eyes made you shiver. “and too tired for the whole sex.” you pouted, while keigo observed you in awe.

“mkay, if my sweet little girl wants that, who the hell am i to deny her demands? don’t want to be a bad daddy to my kid.” he winked, carrying you bridal style, a low purr escaping him when you lean against his chest as he took you to your shared bedroom.

“looks like gotta work you up first mm? how else are you gonna take daddy’s cock?” keigo smirked, oh he had no filter at times… you pouted, quite impatient and wanting to feel stretched & full already. after all these years with you, keigo has become an excellent mind reader. “okay okay~ let me get the lube, mm?” he cooed, pulling the knot of your bath suit and kissing your exposed tits. tugging at your nipples just to check how far he could go with them. they get really sensitive depending upon the time of the month & keigo doesn’t want to hurt his darling.

spreading your legs, pupils dilating in anticipation, keigo lubed up your pretty pussy and groaned when you arched your back at him rubbing your clit. “there she is, there she is.” he hums, spreading your cunt lips and thrusting himself in slowly. you arched your back and whined, gasping at the stretch. “fuck— i can’t.” you moaned when keigo pressed your pelvis, making you feel just how deep he’s reaching.

“that’s it sweetness, that’s it. ssh~ you’re taking it so well.” he crooned, kissing your neck and stilling. your eyes were glossing up. overwhelmed by the smouldering amount of love keigo showers you with. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he said it like a silent prayer, smiling tenderly at you and leaning beside, adjusting your position & kissing your forehead deeply. “cute. my cute little angel birdie.” he smiled, kissing your eyelids. “let it go for me okay? all your worries, all your stress. because i’d always be here.”

and he’ll always be there for you. <3 you don’t doubt that.

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ RECKLESS

["it's a good thing you're not here, because i still havent found my courage."]

| ✮ 4.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers ahead]

okayyy let me just start off with WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK WAS THAT ENDING LAUREN???? i'm not okay because of it. like nuh uh get lost. u had no right to do that (im saying this as if it didnt get spoiled for me and i didnt gaslight myself the entire book read that it wasn't going to happen)

i would like to straight up say this seemed like a filler book. just a set up for the next one, it didn't really have all too much plot-wise aside from pae and kai's romance. it was less on the fantasy side and more on the romance but i still enjoyed it a lot. and obviously since it was a filler book there was less character development (for some- im looking at you paedyn)

kai and pae were really cute in this book honestly (and as it mostly focuses on the romance ofc they were) the banter and everything was so wonderful to read i was giggling and kicking my feet wayyy to much. the romance was romancing but also not romancing at the same time (im not even gonna try to explain that just use vibes)

i do feel as though lauren's writing has definitely improved from powerless. she has this whimsical magical style of writing that i love it really takes me into the world of the book (mostly). other times the long sentences were too much in moments. like lauren. we did not need to know the colour of the bricks in the market at this certain moment in time when you'd already explained the colour two pages ago-

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

paedyn - ok i love her. i really do she's such a good fmc BUT for me in this book she was boring-ish. and hella indecisive like girly pop if i had kai talking to me like that i'd be folding so damn fast- but yeah it felt like she didn't have too much character development aside from finding out her dad was actually her dad. also i idk who the fuck she was trying to fool with her 'i hate you' to kai, like be fucking for real bitch no you dont.

kai - ok bye i could write a whole rant on why i love this man. like im sat. this book felt more like kai's book (as powerless felt like pae's) imo we got more on his backstory and i think his character (and povs) were more interesting for me to focus on. also his flirting and little one liners had me giggling and shit my sister actually woke up to me grinning like an idiot under torch light-

kitt - bye idek why i made this section for him. this is going to entirely be hate fr. OKAY WE GET IT DUDE UR A GHOST WHATEVER. OH MY GOSH U MISS UR DAD BUT IN THE NEXT POV U DONT LIKE BITCH CHOOSE A SIDE IDC ABT UR WHINY ASS. ALSO U CLEARLY HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH PAEDYN LIKE FUCKING HELL DUDE SHE IS UR 'MUSE' OR WHATEVER GET OVER YOURSELF. EUGH AND THEN PROPOSING TO HER?? YEAH SURE BUDDY "YOUR FEELINGS FOR HER DIED" MHM YUP OKAY TOTALLYYY *clears throat awkwardly* can you tell i hate him?

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [its like all kai... im not even sorry about it either]

"you are my proof of paradise." - kai

"call us even. call me crazy. i don't care. just... just call me yours." - kai

"under different curcumstances i promise you im much more fun tied up." - kai (WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREECHED AND STARED AT THE PAGE. MALAKAI AZER-)

"just pae and kai." - kai

"she was supposed to be my forever. now i'll watch her become someone else's. because the beast doesn't get the beauty." - kai

jahsdgj i can't wait for the next book hehe

[greenerteacups]

forever grateful to you for sharing your musings, as if the book writing weren't great enough and hard work enough, you truly spoil us and i love you.

I'm popping in here to ask if you would like to talk about how you see Dumbledore. Sometimes I feel his manipulative side is abused in fanfiction, depicting little more than a heartless chess master.

And well, I guess I'm curious to find out if Lionheart Albus has a heart and will we get to see it. Maybe the more generous glimpses you give us of Snape and his interactions with him will shed some light on his hidden depths? Or will his appearances remain fleeting and enigmatic, always far and above all the little people we do know and adore?

Sorry, I know you can't possibly be completely balanced in your portraying of the whole cast, or they would spread too thin. I am here for the plot, for the Dramione and the Blacks, but I deeply enjoy all the character building (I truly live for all of them, not only our loved ones, I even cherish Warrington with sincere hate and am waiting for his comeuppance ) so I thought I would ask if you wouldn't mind a few comments on our opaque headmaster.

Thank you, friend! You're really kind.

Dumbledore has a relatively minor role in Lionheart for a few reasons — chief among which is, as you point out, that we just don't have time for everybody to get the same level of characterization the mains do. I have plot justifications for that, but it'd be disingenuous to suggest otherwise: Dumbledore's minor because I'm less interested in him than I am in Snape and Narcissa, and Lionheart is much more about Draco's sphere of the world than Harry's. That being said, I think some people forget how small Dumbledore's role is in the original books. He pretty much exists to deliver exposition and tell Harry how to beat the final boss; dude doesn't even get a gesture at a backstory until he's already dead. In fact, it's kinda weird to me that everyone (including a lot of people in the series) treats Dumbledore like he's some kind of guardian for Harry, especially with respect to the decision to keep him at the Dursleys. I know it's set up in the prologue, but if I'm Dumbledore, and I'm catching strays for Vernon Dursley being a piece of shit, I'm gonna be like:

The TLDR on Dumbledore is he's blamed way too much for stuff he doesn't do instead of the stuff he does. People seem to blame him for everything bad that happens to Harry because he's a competent adult in the general vicinity of the kid. But with the possible exception of hiring Lockhart — a bad decision I attribute to Early Installment Weirdness and, just maybe, a certain scarcity of applicants for a position where the last dude Literally Fucking Died — there's not a whole lot of shit that happens to Harry in the first few books Dumbledore could've prevented. Plus, he does in fact have Other Shit to be Doing. Is he a really powerful wizard who probably could've saved Harry's ass in a lot of the fights he gets into? Yes. Does he also have a whole school to run, a secret guerrilla group to direct, a Ministry full of political enemies to placate, and — oh yeah — a snake-faced immortal evil sorcerer he's playing 4D chess with at all times? Yes!

The whole lamb-to-slaughter thing with Harry is admittedly quite dark, but I don't read it as machiavellian. For one, Dumbledore obviously comes to this conclusion after a lot of deliberation, and to his death, he refuses to tell Harry about it, because (one assumes) he never intends to kill Harry himself. He's willing to hinge the fate of the free world on his respect for Harry's autonomy and/or his faith that Harry will make the "right" choice. That's pretty humane, given the circumstances. And he holds off on telling Harry about the horcruxes because... he doesn't want to inform a literal child that he'll eventually have to kill himself for the war effort. Oh, GOD, what a SCHEMING MONSTER. Surely this is motivated by menace, and not the grieving reluctance of a seasoned veteran who wants to preserve whatever few years of happiness this kid can eke out of life.

The areas where Dumbledore is morally shady come out most in his interactions with other adults. His conversation with Severus in 1981, for instance, is the one time in the books where I was legitimately frightened of him, because it's a rare time he's completely without mercy or grace. "What will you give me in return, Severus?" is a character-defining line, because Snape has just told him that two twenty-somethings and their infant child are about to be murdered, and Dumbledore's hit back with the subtextual equivalent of: "Tough shit. Why is it my problem?" Which is COLD AS FUCK! And we can kind of infer that he's not in earnest here, that he's manipulating Severus by making him think Dumbledore won't protect the Potters (even though they're Order members, which this theory requires us to assume Severus doesn't know) so that he can get him to work as a spy — but we don't know that for certain, right? It's all inference. We hope that his implicit threat isn't genuine, but what would happen if Severus said no, and walked away? How much did Albus understand about Snape's feelings for Lily, and what kind of person does it take to bluff like that in front of a known Legilimens? That line is intimidating as fuck whether or not Albus means it.

It's bits like these, where he's talking to people that he actually dislikes, where we get hints of the real Machiavellian Albus Dumbledore, and it's absolutely fascinating. He's the veteran of two wars, going on three when he dies, and you can tell in how he conducts himself. That includes, by the way, his gentility with children and his respect for innocence. But he's not just Good Funny Grandfather Dude or Crafty Mastermind. He's a general. He's been waging wars from the back lines since his twenties. That does something to your brain, and it doesn't leave a lot of you left over for anything else.

[shadowphoenixrider]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1 - Dirty Talk

(Decided to write a couple of entries for Kinktober, since my OTP were chatty for a bit. No smut in this one, but things get a little steamy. Enjoy!)

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, mon amie..." Gambit purred into my ear, hands sliding onto my hips.

I raised an eyebrow, looking over my shoulder at the dark-eyed mutant leering at me.

"Why, are you hungry, Cajun?" I asked lightly.

His red eyes gleamed with mischief, pupils dilating.

"Hungry, chère?" He pushed his body into mine, pressing me tightly against the kitchen counter as his lips skimmed my ear. "I'm starved."

A shudder ran down my spine, hot tight heat twisting low in my belly. He must have felt it, as his lips curved into a grin. Planting my hands on the work surface, I pushed back against him.

"We can't do this here, Gambit." I muttered. "Someone's going to walk in here at some point."

"Kitchen's the best place to get a meal, chère." Came the hot reply, his strength pinning me in place. "An' I can't help thinkin' how good you'd taste..." I felt his tongue flick at my earlobe; that did nothing but make me shake my head.

"If you want a meal you can savour, we're going to have to go somewhere more private." I said matter-of-factly. "Even a man starved knows he can only eat his fill if he's undisturbed."

Gambit groaned childishly.

"Please Shadow, Gambit be a man parched - he desperate for a taste of you. You not be as so cruel to deny him longer, surely?"

"Parched? I thought you were hungry." I tried not to smile at his frustrated grumble. "But seriously Gambit, you are going to be infinitely more annoyed if we get interrupted. At least let's go to my room so you can have all the time in the world to sample me, hmm?"

I felt his mouth open to retort, when someone else got there first:

"Am I interrupting something?"

I craned my head over my shoulder to see Storm standing in the doorway, one perfect white eyebrow raised. Gambit drew back away from me, and I gave him a Look.

"Told you so."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I let myself smirk - he'd make me pay for that, and I couldn't wait.

Storm looked between us, clearly putting the pieces together, so I just offered her a smile and a respectful bow of my head. "My apologies, we'll be getting out of your way."

I weaved past her, quickening my pace when I was out of the kitchen and trying to resist giggling nervously. There was no way I'd evade him, but it was always fun to see how far I could get.

It didn't take long for Gambit to catch up in several long strides, briefly pulling me into the side of the hallway, hands all over me.

"You little minx." He growled playfully into my ear, revelling in my giggling. "Teasin' me like that."

"Aw, but I wasn't wrong about us getting interrupted, was I?" I pointed out, even as he gave my neck a nip.

"Maybe ya were right 'bout gettin' a room." He acquiesced, pulling back to look at me properly, smirking. "But when we get dere, Gambit gonna make sure he has his fill."

I smirked back.

"Why of course. Wouldn't want to spoil a meal by rushing it now, would we?"

His wicked grin flashed heat straight into my chest, the recognition of this familiar, tenuous dance we began.

"Sounds like you jus' as hungry as Gambit, mon ombre..." The Cajun purred, as I started leading us to my room.

"Oh, I might have been indulging myself with some tasty little thoughts..." I mused.

"Such as...?"

I paused for a moment, my grin showing teeth.

"The sounds you make when my lips are wrapped around your cock."

Gambit's eyes darkened, and I swore it was his turn to shiver with delight. I pressed on, standing on my tiptoes to whisper: "All I have to do is just run my tongue along you and you melt under me. Such a needy boy..."

To my surprise and delight, his eyes rolled back in his head, a soft, shaky groan escaping him. This vulnerability only lasted for a moment though, his focus sharpening back on me.

"Don' think you can get away teasin' Gambit like dat, brigand..." He growled. "He knows all ya little secrets too." A wide, almost predatory grin as he whispered in my ear: "You one to talk about meltin' at a touch, mon amie, when Gambit just have to tell ya exactly what ya want to hear 'fore ya start beggin' for my touch."

I puffed my chest out, trying to walk a little faster as if I was trying to avoid being ensnared.

"Oh? And what exactly would those words be, Gambit? You have to do better than sly insinuations." I took the stairs in a hurry, not looking back.

"Do I?" He remarked. Curse the Cajun's long legs, he was already closing in again. I dodged his grab for my waist, giggling nervously. "If Gambit remembers correctly, he had ya wet an' squirming' jus' talkin' 'bout everythin' he wants to do to ya de other night."

A throb from between my legs betrayed me. Oh, he was remembering correctly all right. And I remembered that he'd made good on everything he'd said.

"Ya know," Gambit spoke up as we took the turn towards my room. "I bet ya already wet right now." I could hear the eager, hungry grin in his voice. "An' it getting worse every time ya move, ain't it? You wanna ride somethin' dat gives ya more. Maybe," suddenly, his presence right behind me, voice in my ear, "maybe somethin' to fill dat emptiness. Fill ya right to de top..."

My breath hitched, and I just about caught the shaky moan that threatened to escape me, just as I stumbled to my door. Gambit immediately sandwiched me against it, pressing his erection hard into me.

"G-Gambit-" I stuttered, struggling for the key that was now tightly wedged in my pockets. "I-I need-"

"What?" He crooned, rolling his hips against me, giving me just a taste of that delicious friction I needed. "Tell Gambit, mon ombre. Tell him what ya need..."

"I..." I felt my head steaming up like a bathroom mirror, the temptation to let go and fall under this spell of pleasure, let Gambit have his way with me against my door.

But I wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"I...I need my keys, ass." I managed to growl, sliding an arm underneath my chest to give me enough leverage to push back against him, lifting his weight just enough to fish them out.

Gambit leant back to let me unlock the door, yet was soon at my back again, pushing me inside. Although he did politely pause to push it closed behind us.

"So, now we have some privacy..." He turned towards me, a toothy grin on his face as he stalked towards me. "How 'bout we pick up from where we left off? You were tellin' Gambit what you needed, whilst he," his hands drifted to my waist, fingers already beginning to loosen my belt, "were gonna eat his fill..."

I grinned, helping him along by undoing my jeans.

"Well then," I purred as the Cajun tugged my trousers and panties down at the first opportunity, dropping to his knees with the motion. "Bon appetit..."

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Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Dirty Talk

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB for all Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Dirty talk, oral sex, anal sex, flirting, top Reader

Abe: 

He’s been leaning against the fence for a few minutes, just taking a break to look at the cattle. It has been a long day, he almost doesn’t want to go back to work, but he knows it’s just a few more hours. Then he can spend a few hours with you before it’s time to sleep. He didn’t hear you approach, but your arms wrapping around him from behind are unmistakable.

“Tough day?” You ask, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Ain’t so bad.” Abe says, leaning back into your hold. “How’s yours?”

You press a kiss to his neck. “ I’ve been a little distracted.”

Abe’s face heats up from your tone. “Distracted?”

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You say, tightening your grip around him. “How nice you look all -”

“Yer bein’ indecent!” Abe says, squirming a little against you.

“But you like it.” Abe doesn’t respond but you can feel his heart beating fast. You sigh, pressing another kiss to his neck. “I can’t get a thought out of my head, Abe.”

“What’s that?”

“You always look so nice on your knees.”

“Somebody might see us out here.” Abe whispers as if there’s anyone anywhere near you.

“Nobody’s here, Abe. Just us.” You say, eyes looking out towards the house where most people are taking a break for lunch. “Let me spoil you, okay?”

Abe sighs, relaxing into you. “I don’t want nobody to hear.”

“They won’t.”

Abe thinks for a minute.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“No, no.” Abe says, turning to look at you as much as he can with your tight grip on him. “I-I like it when ya talk like that, just in a little private.”

“Wait until tonight then?”

“Maybe-maybe ya could gimme one more.” Abe mutters. “Maybe somethin’ ta look forward to.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Okay, Abe.” You let your hand drop a bit, dipping your thumb under his waistband. “Tonight I wanna see you on your knees, sucking me like I know you love to.”

Abe’s breath hitches. You didn’t want to be too crass and make him nervous. Balance is key, just enough to make Abe feel a little needy but still comfortable.

“I’ll see you tonight, Abe.” You whisper, pressing a final kiss to his neck.

Bill Williamson: 

The quiet of the night is only brought on because most are out at the saloon. Bill and yourself favored a bit more of an intimate night. Those still in camp are asleep, leaving you alone by the fire. Bill had been leaning against you, happy with your solid arm holding him there.

“We have the camp almost to ourselves.” You mumble, looking down at Bill who is nursing his third beer.

He hums. “Suppose.”

“Come on, Bill.” You say, moving a hand to grip his thigh. “Lay down by the fire and let me take care of you.”

“Out here?” Bill asks, looking at you with a bit of worry.

“No one’s here.” You whisper, lips not an inch from his ear. “Lie down and let me fuck you nice and slow.”

Bill relaxes when you kiss him and your hand runs through his hair. He lets you guide him to lay down beside the fire and his hands take fistfulls of your shirt as you climb over him.

“I can’t wait to fill you up, sweetheart.” You mumble against his lips. “I hope you aren’t planning on walking tomorrow.”

Bill’s face is red and you can feel the result of your words pressing into your thigh.

Charles Smith: 

Charles has his hand lightly gripping your inner thigh as he kisses your neck. He already has several marks of his own, he thought it only fair he get a chance to return the favor.

“Come on, Charles.” You groan as his hand goes higher up your thigh. “I still have to stretch you and I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.”

You feel him smile against your neck, then dips his head. “Sorry.”

“You still want me to, don’t you?”

He hums in the affirmative.

“Come on, Charles.” You muse, putting a hand under his chin to make him look at you. “Tell me.”

He shuffles a little before he speaks. “I want you.”

“And?” You move your hand to his cheek and you can feel the heat sitting there.

He looks down again as he leans closer to your ear. “I want you inside of me.”

A smile spreads over your face. “You want me to fuck slow or r-”

“Rough.” He says, leaning into you. “I need you.”

Colm O’Driscoll: 

Colm’s lips on your neck always make shivers run through you. He would never admit that he feels the same thing when your fingers brush over his bare back.

“So hard already…” Colm mumbles as he runs a hand over you. “Yer such a good whore fer me.”

“I want you, Colm.”

“I know, sugar, I know.” He chuckles. “I’m gonna fuck ya ‘til ya pass out. How’s that sound?”

His fingers curl around you and all you can do is nod in response.

“Ya feel so big…” Colm’s breath hitches for a moment as he stares down at your swollen length. “Maybe I’ll let ya fuck me, hmm?”

“You want me to?” You ask, looking over Colm with surprise.

He hums. “I made up my mind, sugar. Don’t think yer in charge, just come fill me up now.”

Kieran Duffy: 

“Shit, Kieran.” You mutter.

He’s sprawled out on his stomach, gripping the bedroll beneath him from the slow and intentional thrusts you’ve been giving him.

“Please, darlin’, a little faster.”

You run your hand over his arched back. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Kieran. I’ll do whatever you want since you look so pretty like this.”

Kieran whines as you grind into him, pressing him further against the bedroll. “I want ya ta use me.” He mutters. “Yer always so gentle, just fuck me, please.”

“You wanna be a toy tonight, Kieran?”

He nods. “Ya feel so good, Darlin’. Come on…”

You hold his wiggling hips still and lean down to his ear. “I’ll fuck you rough as long as you say my name when you cum.”

“‘Course I will…”

Micah Bell: 

Micah’s sudden need to pull you from the little party the gang started at the saloon had you worried at first, but when your back hit the wall and he put his hands in your hair you felt some relief. Outside, in an alley where no one can see you, Micah has no inhibition.

“Ya got me all hot n’ bothered, sweetheart.” He mumbles.

You put your hands on his waist and smile. “Then get on your knees, Micah.”

He presses a long kiss to your lips before he sinks. You watch him as he goes, letting your hands naturally find their way to his hair.

“Keep doin’ that.” He mutters as your fingers curl to grip his hair.

“You’re a good boy, Micah.” You say, tugging like he wants. “Go on now.”

He fishes you out of your pants and wastes no time in swirling his tongue around the tip.

“Ya taste so nice.” His breath hitches as you grip his hair particularly tight. “Come on, darlin’, use me how ya like.”

Sean MacGuire: 

“That’s it, love.” Sean breathes. “Right there.”

Sean turns into a moaning whore like it’s his day job. It takes very little to get him mumbling whatever comes to mind as you fuck him senseless.

“You like that?” You hum, slowing your pace a bit to press a kiss to his shoulder.

“God, yes! Fuck me harder, huh?”

“You like taking my cock, Sean?” You grunt as you pick up your pace again, gripping onto Sean’s hips.

“Fuck…” Sean moans. “I’m close, love.”

“Not until I tell you.” You groan at the feeling of Sean bucking back onto you. “I’m not anywhere near done fucking you yet.”