#he just wants a pretty little thing to come back home to that's all

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Among the trees (drabble)

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1.2k

warnings: manipulative hyune, innocent reader, free use, unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, praise, lots of nicknames, mentions of breeding

a/n: i took a walk in the forest today and it rained so this came to my mind🫠 enjoy😏💚 also i'm sleep deprived, excuse any mistakes!

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You were currently enjoying the fresh air and the smell of petrichor as you strolled along the forest path with your boyfriend.

Hand in hand, Hyunjin led you deeper into the forest and you followed him without question, you'd always follow him anywhere. Hyunjin took such good care of you, he loved you very much and you always wanted him to be happy, make him feel good, make him proud of you. He was your first serious boyfriend and you trusted everything he told you.

You trusted him with your life blindly.

Hyunjin kept glancing at you, your wondrous gaze set on the trees and the flowers around you, his jacket draped over your smaller frame, your pretty legs on display for him in the dress he asked you to wear today. You were so adorable, so innocent, so doe like.

You always listened to him intently, nodding your cute little head, even when he told you that you always have to be ready to give into him and please him. The thought of having you whenever he wants, your body compliant to him, never asking any questions or looking for explanations drove him even more crazy for you.

You were so giving. And Hyunjin couldn't contain himself anymore, his cock already hardening and twitching in his pants at the thought of your cute confused face when he tells you to be a good girl and let him fuck you right here, among all the trees, not caring about other people who might pass by on the trail.

He tugged your hand lightly, leading you away from the path and into the thicker part of the forest.

"W-where are we going?" you asked cutely, your brows lifting up. He liked that you were always curious despite being an obedient little thing.

"Right here, my angel." he pulled you closer behind one of the trees.

You looked around and Hyunjin chuckled at your cluelessness. He looked up, noticing that the trail was still somewhat visible and if someone were to walk there, they might see the two of you.

"Turn around." he told you when you looked back at him, not understanding why he brought you here.

"Are we playing a game?" you wondered but obeyed, turning your back to him.

"Sort of. Brace yourself against the tree, princess." Hyunjin said and you placed your palms on the damp tree trunk. Hyunjin slid his jacket off of you, making you shiver as he threw it aside carelessly.

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and you knew then just what the game was.

You strained your neck to look back at him and saw him smirking deeply at you, his eyes dark under his bangs. You felt his hand on the back of your thigh, traveling up before he touched the fabric of your panties and then cupped your pussy, fingertips pressing into your little clit.

You gasped as your legs trembled and you faced forwards, nails already digging into the tree.

"Always so warm and wet for me. Ready to let me come home, aren't you princess?" he asked, caressing your pussy and you whimpered.

"Y-yes, Jinnie." you leaned into his touch and he smirked, pushing your panties aside and sliding his fingertips on your wet folds as he stroked his length with his other hand and got closer to you.

"My angel. Such a good girl." he praised you, pressing the head of his hard cock against you.

"Mm." you moaned, spreading your legs more.

"I-Isn't someone gonna see?" you remembered suddenly, shivering a little as you felt a droplet of rain hit your arm.

"They'll see who you belong to, princess." Hyunjin smirked and slowly pushed in without prepping you and you took all of him in easily, your pussy used to the stretch of his length and girth.

"Ah!" you let out a moan when Hyunjin bottomed out inside you.

"That's my good girl." he praised you again, making you clench around him as he started fucking into you. "I couldn't wait to come home and fuck you. I wanted you now. And you took me so well, princess. Always so good for me."

"Mm, Hyunjinnie!" you whimpered as he sped up immediately, deciding not to go easy on you since he knew you could take it. You'd take anything he gives you, he knows this because he trained you to do so.

You kept whimpering and gasping, scratching at the tree trunk as Hyunjin pounded you from behind, his hips slapping into your ass, the sound echoing around you as the rain started to drizzle more.

"Mm, fuck!" Hyunjin's eyes rolled back with the way you kept clenching around him like you never wanted him to pull out.

You were so addicted to him and he was obsessed with you.

"I want you to cum all over my cock, angel. Let me see how good I'm making you feel." Hyunjin reached between your legs and started playing with your clit, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot constantly.

"Mm, yes Hyunjin!" you moaned and exploded around him, coating his cock in your arousal and he pushed in impossibly deeper, twitching as he gripped at your hips.

Suddenly, you heard voices nearing from a distance and Hyunjin pulled you flush against him, his cock still throbbing inside you as he pressed his palm against your lips.

"Be quiet." he whispered and kept fucking into you, chasing his high. Your heart started beating out of your chest and your eyes widened as you saw a family walking down the path with their dog.

You felt so filthy in that moment but you loved it, the thought you might be seen all fucked out on your boyfriend's cock aroused you even more now that there were people closer to you.

The cold rain clung to your hair and skin, the droplets now bigger and sliding down into your cleavage and down your arms. The people luckily hurried up, running away from the rain as Hyunjin mercilessly pounded into you, a smirk on his face.

You came again, making him groan as he released your mouth when he deemed the people were far enough and his hands came up to grip and massage your breasts.

"Gonna fill up this sweet pussy." he groaned, biting down on your shoulder as he pushed in deep and exploded inside you, ropes of warm cum filling you up completely.

"That's it, princess, milk me dry. Take everything I give you." he growled, riding his high until he was spent.

He pulled out and quickly put your panties back over your pussy, tapping the wet fabric with his fingers as you moaned.

"Keep it inside you." he turned you around, holding your waist and you looked up at him as you grabbed at his arms, both of you getting soaked with the rain. "I want it to stick so you're mine forever, angel."

"Hyunjin." you whined, hugging him as his words suddenly made you feel embarrassed while you were sobering up from your high.

He let out a deep chuckle before gently lifting your chin up.

"I love you, my little doe." he looked into your eyes and you shivered from the intensity he carried.

"I love you too, Jinnie." you answered and he leaned in to kiss you as the rain started pouring suddenly.

"Let's get home quickly, I'm not done with you yet." Hyunjin grabbed your hand and his jacket, covering you up as much as he could, his arms wrapping around you as he led you back to the path.

You followed him obediently just like you always will.

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pretty little panties - simon r. simon wanted something that reminded him of home. he was tucked away in latvia near the russian border. it was a pretty simple mission, but he missed his honey, his dove, his everything.

you were all the way back home, he bet at that very moment with the time differences and everything, you were probably tucked under the covers in your shared bed. under that fleece black and white blanket you loved so much. your face pressed against the stuffed animal he bought for you before his deployment - a little reminder of him. he bet you were nice and cozy. and that gave some ease of mind. after all, you were what was he was fighting for. making sure good in the world stayed good. it let him rest easier between missions.

but it also gave him a raging erection.

simon didn't ask for many things. he was a hard person to get gifts for as a result. but when he got a rather small, thin care package from you. he was delighted to find a hand written letter that smelled like you and inside the folds of paper were a pair of pretty pink panties.

at the end of the letter it read, "take good care of them, i want them back when you come home." and simon could have kissed you on the lips at that very moment! he snuck them into his pocket for later.

it wouldn't be for a few days till he was able to really feel the soft fabric between his fingers. your panties spent most of the time in his tactical vest. the knowledge that it was there felt good, like when he had your picture in his helmet. felt like a little piece of you was with him. he couldn't wait to get his hands on you, feel you in his grasp once more. you were such a pretty sight to see and feel, and while the panties were pretty and smelled like you. they weren't you.

alone in his room for the night. he tried to get comfortable in bed with his green shirt and casual pants on. he leaned back into the few pillows he had and started to palm his cock through his pants. he got the panties out of the pocket. they had been his little good luck charm since they arrived. he brought them to his nose and deeply inhaled before he got his cock out of his pants.

he spat in his rough palm and started to stroke his cock. it really wasn't the same as your more delicate hands. hands not cracked from war. they were soft with next to no callouses. they felt like heaven on his cock, your mouth was even better. it didn't take long before he wrapped the panties around his hard cock and continued to stroke himself.

he imagined you where he was. at the base he was at. tucked away for a little visit. you wouldn't fit in at all on the base, obviously standing out as a civilian. but simon would make sure you got anything you needed. he protected his little dove. the love of his life, after all you gave him such a little present. pre-cum stained the pink cotton, but he kept stroking himself. the pleasure was built up in his body. he'd make sure that you'd both fit in the tiny bed he currently slept in. even that meant him having to sleep on the floor. your comfort was the most important.

his dark eyes closed and he continued to stroke himself quickly. thoughts of you plagued his mind. he tensed up a little and more pre-cum spilled out. he thought about all the things he'd do to you. how your pretty body would move up and down his cock when you rode him.

he'd wrapped his strong arms around you and bounce you on his cock. he'd finish load after load in you. give you messy kisses. he wanted to feel his angel again, you were just perfect for him. he loved you so very much. he wanted those hot kisses and those gentle cuddles. how you'd trace patterns across his skin and snuggle in his arms.

he loved you.

so it didn't take much longer for him to cum all over the panties. the cotton was ruined with his thick cum. he knew there was no way to save them. but yet he kept rubbing his oversensitive cock with them. he couldn't help himself. it just felt so good.

he knew the next time he got the chance to message you. he'd apologize for ruining the pretty pair you gave him, and ask very nicely for another one. that he'll definitely treat nicer. <3

inspired by recent events

[nyankochan]

mr. worldwide

☆ having a rich, pro footballer as a boyfriend means you get spoiled quite often. and he loves to fly your around the world for special getaways, regardless of the occasion.

☆ pro footballer! oliver aiku, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, itoshi sae, michael kaiser x afab! reader

Content: rough sex, penetrative sex, oral (male and female receiving), lots of dirty talk, praise , overstimulation, bath sex (Aiku), mating press (Kaiser), semi public sex (Sae), does Shidou himself count as a warning? Lmao

a/n: is it too obvious I have a favorite?

オリヴァ aiku — where he takes you: mykonos, greece

Takes you to Greece to propose. Has the entire proposal planned out and is literally sweating bullets right up until he actually asks. You of course say yes, but it had to be perfect in his mind

You absolutely adore Greece and all its beautiful sights. And with a stunning new engagement ring, you’re on cloud 9 and enamored the entire trip.

Aiku extends the trip from the original two weeks to a month long vacation. He just can’t get enough of you and wants to keep you to himself a little bit longer before going home and officially introducing you to the world as his future wife.

“You doing alright, darlin’?” Aiku asks, pressing a kiss on the back of your bare shoulder. He shifts slightly to adjust you in his lap, the water sloshing around you. After island hopping all day, Aiku offered to run you a warm bath accompanied with bath salts and candles. You asked him to join you and now here you both were, basking in each other’s company.

“Mhm. Never better,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. Aiku continues to trace his hands up and down your body, gently caressing your shoulders, your waist and hips, giving your ass a playful squeeze. “Oliver,” you warn, a playful smile tugs across your face.

“Sorry. Can’t help it,” he laughs. His arms hug around your waist. “I just can’t get enough of you.” Aiku cups your breast and gives it an experimental squeeze. You squirm much to his enjoyment. He twirls your nipple between your fingers, relishing the way you shudder.

“Oliver~” you moan, keening against his touch. Aiku groans. He trails kisses down the side of your neck, sucking and abusing your collarbone while his fingers tease the folds of your cunt. He spreads your legs wider to allow two digits to prod your entrance. At your slight wince, Aiku kisses your cheek, whispering assurances in your ear. “Just relax for me darlin’. Attagirl.”

Your sultry moans turn him on, and Aiku pressed his fingers deeper, curling them slightly until they touch where you’re most sensitive. You gasp, back arching as a low string of whines leaves your lips. His thumb finds your clit, tracing the nerves with slow, tantalizing movements that have you seeing stars.

You can't think straight. The pit of your stomach feels hot and it spreads to the rest of your body. Uncontrollably, you grind your hips against his. “O-Oliver!" You whimper.

“Come for me, pretty,” Aiku says, and you do with a soft cry. Your body convulses, splashing more water on to the bathroom floor, before you slump back against Aiku.

Suddenly, Aiku stands, picking you up with him. He steps out of the bath, dripping an incessant amount of water on to the floor. His stiff cock presses against your ass. He’s achingly hard and desperate to feel you around him. You wrap your legs around his waist to let him carry you to the main bedroom.

“Sorry darlin’. I know you’re supposed to be relaxing. But let me fuck that pretty cunt of yours. You don’t gotta do a thing. I’ll take care of you.”

りゅうせい shidou — where he takes you: macau

He originally wanted to go to Vegas or Miami and you said absolutely not. Macau was the not so compromise.

You actually ended up enjoying it more than you thought, visiting the beaches and exploring the city. Shidou acts like an angry body guard whenever someone ogles you in a swimsuit

Dude goes crazy in the casinos, much to your annoyance. You wander off to find a drink when a random guy hits on you at the bar. He actually politely leaves when you tell him you’re taken, but that doesn’t stop your jealous boyfriend from storming over.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, but you look so much better with my cock in between your lips,” Shidou taunts, a wicked smile on his face and cheeks flushed with pleasure.

You try but fail to scowl, whimpering instead as your jaw strains to adjust to his size. Your hands rest on his muscular thighs, well built from years of running and conditioning. Your eyes brim with tears as you try to relax your throat and breathe through your nose to take more of him. Take him deeper. You continued to slurp and grace every inch of his cock with your tongue. The sensations made his mind go blank.

"Fuck," Shidou groaned. “D-don’t stop.” He tugs your hair, the pain in your scalp making you whimper as you continue to suck, swirling your tongue around the tip. “A-ah, I’m gonna blow my load sooner than I’d like at this rate.” Shidou shudders, a string of curses coming from his lips.

“Fuck, you suck my cock so well,” he pants. “But“ His hands cup your cheeks, making you look up at him through half lidded eyes. His cock twitched. The sight of you on your knees was one he never got tired of seeing. “You can do better.”

Shidou forced your head down roughly without warning. The action startled you, but you didn’t have any time to gather your bearings. He then thrusts up while simultaneously forcing your head down his length. You whimper as you begin to gag, unable to breathe as Shidou continues to fuck your mouth.

You quickly become lightheaded, rubbing your legs together as the dizziness sends electric pleasure through you. “Such a good fucking girl, sucking me like this. That pretty little mouth of yours is heavenly when you aren’t being a brat,” Shidou groans. “You like choking on cock, don’t ya? I see the way you’re squirming. Don’t worry, I’ll reward your pretty pussy afterwards.”

His cheeks flushed red. The pressure of his release finally snapped. "Ugh fuck! I'm coming!" His eyes scrunched shut and a sultry moan leaves his lips. His grip on your head tightens, keeping your from pulling away as he comes down your throat. His release is salty on your tongue. You whimper, but ultimately sink against him until he lets you go, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He grins, panting slightly, at your dazed expression.

“Heh. I’m no where near done with you. I’m throbbing like never before, and I won’t be satisfied until I mold your cunt in the shape of my cock.”

たびと karasu — where he takes you: honolulu, USA

His first check he got from playing pro, he wanted to take you on a trip as a way to show his thanks for your constant support. It’s not an easy relationship due to the nature of his career, but you always stuck by him

Researched extensively and planned an entire itinerary to make sure you were supporting local businesses and restaurants, doing fun eco friendly excursions, and of course, getting you pampered

This dude is so whipped and literally worships the ground you walk on. He is at your beck and call and ultimately at your mercy.

“Tabi, I’m too heavy for that,” your protest, keeping your hands on the headboard. Karasu had been trying to convince you to sit on his face so he could eat out, but you were scared of hurting him in the process.

“I keep telling you, it’s fine,” Karasu reassured. He laid back against the pillows, his hands settling on your hips to pull you close. There seemed to be a flicker of amusement in his blue eyes. “Just relax and let me take care of you, princess.”

“But-“

“How about this, if it’s too much for me then I’ll tap your hip three times like this.” Karasu demonstrates with quick squeezes. You sigh and finally relent.

“Okay…” You hover over Karasu, making him tsk in slight annoyance. He pulls you down by your waist, attaching his mouth to your pussy and immediately beginning to suck. You cry out, gripping his black locs tightly causing him to groan. He’s messy as he eats you out, not caring as your juices dribble down his chin.

“S-shit, baby wait!” You cry out. Karasu sucks on your clit, grabbing fistfuls of your plush ass. Your legs tremble, but when you try to close them, Karasu stops you from doing so. Tears spring against your eyelashes from the overstimulating pleasure.

As Karasu’s tongue moves in and out of your folds at a rough pace, he holds your thighs tightly, burying his face deeper in between them. Your legs go weak and you can no longer support yourself, dropping on Karasu completely.

Is it hard for him to breathe? Yes. Does it bother him? Not in the slightest.

He continues to eat you out with vigor, savoring your taste and the sounds of your whines. His cock throbs in response, growing hard just from tasting you alone. His fist wraps around his sensitive shaft, jerking himself off as you grind against his face, desperately chasing your release. And well, if he suffocates from your thighs in the process, well then he could die a happy man.

“F-fuck Tabi! I’m gonna cum-“ You moan. You tug his hair as your body trembles and your orgasm washes over you. Karasu lets out a satisfied groan before he’s cuming in his fist.

You try and fail to stand due to wobbly legs. Karasu chuckles before putting a kiss on your messy folds.

“I told you not to worry. Now sit back down. I shouldn’t waste any of my precious treat. Before I fill you with my cock I have to taste you more.”

さえ itoshi — where he takes you: bali, indonesia

For your anniversary, Sae wants to get away from public eye and keep you all to himself. Out of the many trips you’ve taken together, one of his favorites is always Bali, for the beautiful scenery and beaches and for the privacy of the private resorts.

Being that it’s your first time in Indonesia, you want to see all that the country has to offer outside of the resort. Sae, for the most part, begrudgingly cooperates and during the day, you venture to the city, try local delicacies, and visit popular tourist attractions. Then, by the time you return back to your accommodations, a spa treatment has been arranged to help you wind down for the day before you spend the rest of the evening lounging by the poolside.

With the exception of a few cooks and cleaning staff, you guys are entirely alone. Sae ensured that by booking out the entire resort. And with that comes a few additional perks.

“Sae~” you whimper as Sae presses you against the couch on the side of the pool deck. His lips attach to the side of your neck making you moan as his teeth graze over your skin, nipping until he’s satisfied with the purplish hue. His hands trail up the span of your back, fingers tugging at your bikini’s tie until the straps come undone.

The pads of his fingers tweak at your sensitive nipples. The air had begun to cool with the sun set, making goosebumps crawl down your arms. Your back arched as you desperately craved more of Sae’s touch, grinding against his hips slow and sensually. He grunted, eyes closing, his erection straining against his swim trunks.

“Fuck, touch me more,” Sae groaned.

You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him close, reaching past the waistband of his trunks to free his stiff cock. You give his cock a few languid strokes, making Sae shudder in response. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out. Not even seconds later, he’s coming across your bare chest.

“S-shit.” He has to steady himself against the cushions on his elbows. Sae ruts in your hand, riding out his orgasm as his sticky releases coats your hand. You bring your fingers up to your mouth to lick.

“Feel good, Sae?” You ask, then kissing up his jaw until you reach his mouth.

“I've missed holding you like this,” Sae mutters against your lips. He drew your bottoms down and over your thighs. Your heart thrummed in anticipation. “Did you miss me down here too?” He asks, tracing a finger down your pussy’s lips, feeling your wetness.

“Why don’t you find out?” You tease.

At your request Sae eases his cock in your cunt. As you whimper, he lets out a guttural groan of satisfaction. The feeling of your tight hole finally clamping around him made Sae want to cum again on the spot. Did you always feel this good?

His body moves on its own, rutting into you rough and fast in desperate search for his release and to feel the way your walls convulse around him, begging for more.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect Mi amor. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna come, and I want to savor your body a bit longer first.”

ミヒャエル kaiser — where he takes you: paris, france

Kaiser likes to show off and show you off in particular with how much he likes to spoil you. Although it is somewhat close to home, he loves going to Paris, and for your birthday, he planned an extensive romantic getaway in the city.

Literally there is no price limit on anything. You can shop to your heart’s content with his black card. If you even act like you’re going to use your own money, not only does Kaiser get offended, but "threatens" to punish you for misbehaving. He lets you drag him to every cafe you set your eyes on, despite his personal opinion they all serve the same damn thing. It just makes you happy, so he's happy.

Your room has a balcony with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower that looks ethereal at night. Among many of the gifts Kaiser gets you is jewelry, particularly an anklet in (gold or silver) with his initial on it.

You could hardly breathe.

Tears clung to your eyelashes and your stomach constricted in delicious pleasure as Kaiser pushed your legs further against your chest into a mating press. His cock pressed against your most sensitive spot, making you gasp in delight, his rough pace not relenting.

"M-Micha, s'too deep!" You whimper, but your boyfriend merely grins.

"Now I'm too deep?" Kaiser taunts. “you weren't complaining just a moment ago. See?” His grip on your thighs tightened. He slowly pulls his cock out of the clamp of your weeping hole making you whine as you feel every inch of him. Your puffy lips fluttered around his length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease. “You keep sucking me back in whenever I pull too far out. Such a greedy little thing.”

A ring of white forms around the base of his shaft and Kaiser can’t resist the urge to smear it around your overstimulated clit. Your legs begin to tremble when he bullies his cock back in. He grins when you arch off the bed.

“Micha~” your pleas are a weak whimper.

Kaiser shifts your legs so that they rest across his shoulders, your ankles dangling by his head. Despite the slightly uncomfortable position, your abdomen constricts and tears stream down your cheeks as the pressure of your release reaches the breaking point and you cry out Kaiser’s name as you cum.

Then, a brief glimmer catches his eye: The M charm on the (gold/silver) anklet he gave you. It shakes with the tremble of your legs each time he fucks into you. Kaiser hadn't realized you put it on already and god, he was glad you did. He swore he felt himself getting harder, if that was even possible. The subtle sign of possession stirring deep desire within him. He intertwines his fingers with yours. A low groan leaves his lips as he cums.

"Fuck. Fuck. Meine Liebe. Wearing my initial on your leg... Be a good girl for me and take every inch of me, m'kay? Yeah. You can handle it, cause you're mine. My pretty girl.”

[melanchoire]

stepdaughter chaewon who acts innocent with her stepmom but in reality she is a perv and somehow a dom with her mommy? like she comes back home bc of uni vacations and it’s fascinated by the woman, of course she gets her way with the older woman with the excuse “nobody has to know” or “i just want to make you feel good” while she push down her on the couch to eat her out until she squirts on her pretty face :((, her dad has always been a careless man so he tends to leave both unattended for days so when you both are a whole weekend alone bc he left for some business trip, chaewon would sneak into her mommy’s bedroom and wake her up with sweet kisses on her face and lips and saying “i don’t like mommy being alone” just for the kiss to go down her neck, tits and pussy and of course both end up having a heated night fucking (plsss add scissoring and 69 pose if you can, of course with chaewon on top)

cw: dubcon, scissoring, titsucking.

chaewon returns home from a short college vacation with her friends and finds that her father has started dating a new woman?? after his parents’ divorce a couple of years ago, his father never dared to try to have something with a woman again after being devastated when his ex-lover cheated on him with another man and leave him after a short time, but apparently, he was giving love a new chance and deciding to start a new life from scratch. but of course, chaewon didn’t expect her father to be dating a woman who looked young and like a complete milf...

at first, she was surprised to learn your age because you didn't look like someone in their early thirties. there was obviously some maturity in your features, which looked somewhat marked and serious. but she would never have guessed you were that age! also, chaewon gets a little annoyed at her dad for dating someone and having a certain age difference, i mean, he was in his early forties and you were in your early thirties, but chaewon was a bit of a hypocrite because she was in her early twenties and wouldn't mind dating you despite the age difference of around ten years! after all, who wouldn't want to go out with a hot older woman?

chaewon is playing the role of a sweet and good girl, pretending to be interested in her stepmother just so you will tell her things about your private life so she can get to know you better… she even has the nerve to ask you about your youth, getting you to show her pictures of when you used to be in your twenties, and you hadn’t changed at all! although you didn’t have the same soft, adolescent features and now you looked more mature and like a real woman, her head was spinning just seeing that as time went by you were getting hotter and hotter

she also blackmails you when her father leaves the house for business trips, always being super touchy with you and trying to convince you to let her calm your needs because her father was “too old” to be able to take care of pleasing you as you deserve :( chaewon knows how to fake it very well because at some point you’re considering her proposal no matter how crazy it seems! but you always try to reason with her when chaewon starts wanting to keep her words, trying to convince her that it’s a bad idea and she is just confusing her feelings and thoughts, but she refuses to listen to you! insisting more and more to the point of practically pressuring you to accept her proposal

chaewon sneaking into your room at night, almost drooling at the beautiful silk nightgown you were sleeping in… she would climb into bed, lying down next to you and shamelessly sliding her hands over your body while kissing your lips and starting to leave a trail of kisses all over your neck 😵‍💫 being sleepy at first, you give in to his touch because you think it’s your husband waking you up to let you know he is coming home, but no! you open your eyes to find chaewon on top of you, looking straight into your eyes as she slides her hands under her nightgown and cups your tits 😳

TITSUCKING i’m sorry but chaewon has longed ever since she first saw you to be able to get a real glimpse of your tits because no matter if she was wearing a t-shirt or something more covering like a sweater the curve of your breasts was present in the clothing 🫣 chaewon would always blatantly stare at your chest at every opportunity she could, for example when you were making dinner and putting the dishes on the table; her saying a soft “thank you” as you serve the food on her plate and leave it in front of her, but the moment you lean over to give her the plate, she immediately lowers her gaze to your cleavage because she can see your tits through the neck of your shirt?? it’s a shame that it’s a moment that passes in less than five seconds :(

chaewon degrading you and making you humiliate yourself while she is on top of you fucking you 😩 saying shit like “can daddy fuck you as good as i do?” while she grinds her pussy against yours in a way that has your clit constantly rubbing against hers in a way that makes you writhe on the mattress 😵‍💫 she grins like a maniac when she sees you nodding desperately, your hair scattered on the pillow and your face completely flushed and tears of pleasure running down your cheeks :( she was enjoying having you around like a silly little toy when you were always super sweet to her, treating her like a princess and behaving much better than her mother could in the short time she was present in her life, but she had another vision of you! feeling her panties get soaked every time you called her “sweetheart” or “dear” when they were just sweet terms to address your stepdaughter or someone young you care about! and she was enjoying how the loving and affectionate nicknames came out of your lips every time you begged her to please go faster and stop teasing you

and the moment her father comes home she is helping you prepare dinner! your lover smiling warmly at the loving moment between step mother and step daughter, enjoying how you two have a nice relationship and don’t seem to have a rivalry like other mothers and daughters would have 🥰 giving you a kiss on the lips and announcing that he would go take a shower to relax, only for the moment he left the room, chaewon pushed you against the kitchen counter, getting on her knees and announcing with her eyes that she was “hungry” and she wanted a delicious pre-dinner dish 🤗

[moonstruckme]

hi mae you mentioned new girl au asks and so i have arrived!

i've lived alone most of my adult life and while i'm content pretty much all of the time, there is a specific situation where i've wished i had roommates.

it's those days where i've fucked up at work or a friend is mad at me and I miss the bus and have to wait in the rain without an umbrella, and I get home to a completely empty and cold apartment and just start sobbing as soon as i get through the door. during those days i feel like the most pathetic girl in the world and really just wish i could text my roommates to make extra food or turn on a heated blanket or just like, offer a hug lol.

i would love to see how the marauders would react to their new roommate on a shitty day like that, if you feel like writing it <3

Thank you lovely <3

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s all you can do to make it inside. Your throat has been tight the entire last two blocks to your building; your eyes start to burn in the elevator, small puddles of rainwater forming beneath your shoes. By the time you’re fitting your key into the lock, you know you won’t make it to your room. You only hope that no one is home to witness your upset. 

Of course, with three flatmates who all have incredibly varying schedules, that is never the case. 

“Hey!” says James, not immediately visible but evidently having heard the door. “Do you wanna come say something to Mr. Palmer? We’re trying to make him believe in ghosts.” 

You look into his room as you pass by. James is lying stomach-down on his bed above a heating vent situated low in the wall. His smile is all mischievous anticipation. When he looks up at your approach, it falters. 

“You alright?” 

“Who’s Mr. Palmer?” you ask. 

“He’s…” James blinks, sitting up. “He lives below us. Hey, are you okay?” 

You shrug pathetically, pressing your lips together as your eyes burn even more furiously. You take a step back, retreating automatically to your room, but James frowns and opens his arms, beckoning you towards him. It’s too tempting an offer to pass up. 

“What happened?” he asks, rubbing your back. He hugs you like you’ve known each other for years, unreserved in his touching. “You’re soaked, babe.” 

You give a little laugh. “I know.” 

“Did you walk in the rain the whole way to your interview?” 

“I got kinda wet on the way there, then bombed it, then missed the bus coming home.” 

James makes a sympathetic noise. “Why didn’t you just get the tube? Or call one of us to come get you?” 

Your heart warms at the thought that one of your flatmates would have left the flat and taken their own public transportation just to bring you home. “My phone died.” 

“Oh.” James rubs your back again. “I’m sorry, babe. That’s tough luck.” 

You sniffle. You feel bad for crying into the shoulder of this boy who you really only met recently, but the hug actually is helping. You feel half as anxious as you had when you came in, though nothing really has changed. James must just give really good hugs. 

You look over your shoulder when you hear footsteps approaching. Like James, the impishness in Sirius’ expression dies when he sees you. “Good god.” He lowers the plastic recorder he’s carrying. “What happened to you? You’re soaked.” 

What is it with these boys and stating the obvious?

“I know,” you say, using the butt of your palm to wipe your face, “thanks.” 

“James, what’ve you done to her?”

“It wasn’t me!” James holds up his hands. “It was the weather. And the TfL.” 

“Well get the poor thing a towel!” Sirius tosses the recorder onto the bed, stalking from the room. “Christ, I have to do everything around here.” 

You eye the recorder. “Why did he bring…?” 

“We were trying to make Mr. Palmer think he’s hearing ghosts,” James explains. “Thought woodwinds might add to the effect. Do you want tea?” 

Tea, you’ve learned, is how your flatmates sometimes refer to dinner. Most of the time this sounds far preferable to you than the actual beverage. 

“I could eat,” you say. 

“Can’t believe you didn’t leave a trail of water from the door,” says Sirius, returning with a towel. “Here.” 

You take it, not keen on admitting how you wrung the moisture from the ends of your hair before entering the building. Too humiliating. 

You allow James to shepherd you into the kitchen, where Remus is busy with something on the stove. His brow creases with concern at the state of you. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“She missed the bus,” James explains succinctly. 

Remus frowns. “Oh, that’s shit. How did your interview go?” 

Your throat contracts all over again. You try to keep your mouth from wobbling. “Not very good,” you say quietly. 

“I’m sure it was better than you thought,” says James. 

Remus hums his agreement. “I’m making pasta. Would you like any?” 

“But I…” You clear your throat, trying not to seem too pathetic. “I didn’t pay for any of the groceries.” 

He tsks. “Don’t worry about that. Would you like some?” 

James nudges you towards a chair beside the one Sirius has already taken. “Um,” you hesitate, “sure, please. Thank you.” 

Sirius smirks. “And people say the English are overly polite.” 

You don’t speak much. You aren’t in a mood for talking, and Sirius and James do well enough to fill the silence anyways. They don’t seem to mind letting you mope, though after a while their chatter does lighten your mood some. They’re just so at home with each other, it’s difficult to be around them and not feel like you’re home too. 

“Thanks,” you murmur when Remus brings you a plate. 

He sets a hand on top of your head, a brief solace. “Don’t mention it.” 

The more familiar you become with English accents, the more distinct Remus’ sounds to you. You can hear it in his vowels sometimes, the way he says news or orange, the soft lilt when you try to help him in the kitchen and he tells you to sit down, love. You wonder if he’s from a different area than James and Sirius. You’ll have to ask him sometime. 

“Can I ask for something ridiculous?” you say. 

Sirius raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re always being some degree of ridiculous,” he drawls, in the sort of tone you’ve only recently learned to recognize as teasing, “so why stop now.” 

“Is it, like, treasonous to ask to have actual tea with your tea?” 

James looks delighted. “You want tea?” 

You squirm, oddly sheepish. “It sounds sort of comforting, I guess.” 

He hops up, kissing the top of your head enthusiastically as he goes for the kettle. “We’ll make a Brit out of you yet.” 

[exhuastedpigeon]

Three months in to living in El Paso and Eddie is desperate to get back to L.A. Chris is living with him again, his job is fine, but the only thing that feels right is having Chris back. The house is getting there, but realistically the only rooms that are good are Chris's, the bathroom, and the kitchen. There's no way he'll get it fixed up good enough to sell it on his own, at least not quickly.

He's on the phone with Buck lamenting about how both he and Chris want to come back to L.A. but he just can't afford that, not with a mortgage on a house that no one in their right mind would buy.

Then on his next 48 off there's a knock at his door. He isn't expecting anyone, Chris is spending the day with Sophia, Eddie was planning on making a go at replacing the floorboards that are literally rotting in his room, but that can wait. He answers the door and Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim are all standing there. Buck's got his hands tucked into his pockets and a bashful smile on his face when he says, "Seemed like you could use some backup."

Eddie just kind of stare at them. but mostly at Buck. Because he's 800 miles away from L.A., from his family that he built there, and instead of letting him suffer and try to dig himself out on his own, they're all here.

Bobby smiles and holds up his tool box, Chim shrugs and says, "Just make sure there's no flying rebar and put me to work." and Hen smiles at him and says she's got dibs on anything that needs to be hit with a sledge hammer.

So they all come in and Bobby and Hen get working on the rotten floorboards and Chimney takes one look at the state of the bookshelves (shelves still broken, books still in boxes on the floor) and decides that's his project.

Then it's just Buck and Eddie standing there in the living room and Buck's getting a little fidgety so he says, "I-I know this is probably a lot, b-but I mentioned that you and Chris miss L.A. and the reason you can't move back is this stupid house and they all asked when we could come help get you home."

It hits Eddie right there in the living room of this house that will never be his home. He loves this man. He loves all of the 118, loves them like they're family, but Buck is different. Buck is – Buck is Buck. And what's he supposed to do except kiss him?

Chim lets them have their moment but then he says, "Pretty sure the faster we work the faster you two will be able to do that all the time."

And they both laugh and smile and Buck kisses Eddie again just because he can. And then Eddie grabs his to do list and hands it to Buck (much to Bobby, Hen, and Chim's chagrin).

They get all the projects on Eddie's list done before the 118 leaves and a month later Eddie and Chris are back in L.A., where they belong, and the house in El Paso is on the market.

[softaestluv]

Grease & Grime Won’t Break Your Bones

You never thought you were attracted to grease and grime, sweat and exhaustion, definitely needed a shower and scrub, but no one has worn it like he is.

Mechanic! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem! Reader

Tags: dirty, greasy, grimy, sweaty, blue collar worker, yeah I’ll take one of those! you own a pick up, & I actually don’t know anything about cars, eventual smut

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 (of 4), Ao3

You twirled.

Of course you did.

You took Simon’s hand, held it above your head, and slowly spun around; a low whistle leaving his lips in appreciation.

His grip tightened on your fingers when your back faced him, stopped your movements dead in their tracks. Kept you in place, ass arched for his viewing consumption. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Your heartbeat drowning in your ears, hands clammy against his, inhaling shallow breaths like you had just gotten back from a run.

Except you hadn’t.

You were just showing your ass off to your mechanic. Your dirty mechanic. Filthy mechanic.

And it left your underwear a sticky mess, cotton fabric molded to your aching pussy in anticipation. He could bend you over the hood of your pick up right then and there, hitch the fabric of your pencil skirt over your hip, show off your glistening pussy, and slide right in with no resistance.

You would take it— god, would you take it.

Let Johnny see the whole thing, wouldn’t really care if he did because you would be too distracted with Simon’s dirty hands, filthy cock and balls, pungent sweat staining your body. Ruining your pretty flesh, clean and pristine, freshly washed just for him, shaved just for him.

Give him such a pretty and warm cunt to ruin, taint with his grime.

Except he didn’t, and you weren’t one to beg.

Just let him twirl you around until you faced him again, eyes dilated, pools of his irises settling dark. A better image than you; you were sure.

Left it at that, drove home with an unnecessary oil change and panties clinging uncomfortably to your skin. Laid in bed with an insistent craving, an unbound fever that ruptured, seeped out of your control, and lead to the front steps of Simon’s dinky shop. Suffocated you to your wits end; a hunger that demanded more. More than two slender fingers attached to your wrist.

So, you sought out more.

The time in between felt endless. You spent the days hoping your shitty pick-up would break down, the engine light would come on, your tire would go flat. Any excuse to see him again, but your lemon of a truck suddenly decided it didn’t have any problems, wasn’t a nuisance in your daily life.

You were so close to sabotaging your own vehicle, slashing a tire yourself, fucking up the engine on purpose. But you weren’t that desperate— yet.

You would have to bite the bullet. Bury it deep in your mouth, crack your molars against the lead, claim it as your own, and show up at the foot of his shop with minuscule problems. But by some miracle, Simon didn’t seem to mind, if anything, he melted the bullet into rubber, made the bite chewable.

Your air con’s not workin’? No worries, sweet’art, just needs some coolant and a new filter. Wouldn’t want ya melting in this heat, would we?

Yeah, you nodded weakly, yeah, we wouldn’t want your core to burn, pulse in agony, trail molten lava against the curve of your back, would we now?

Need me to rotate your tires? Easy ‘nough, and when’s the last time you replaced ‘em? Don’t worry, I’ll get some ordered to the shop, have ya sorted in no time. Can’t be drivin’ round with no traction, ‘t’s dangerous, pretty bird.

Headlight’s gone, is it? Simple fix, won’t take more than a few minutes. Go on, take a seat in my office, yeah? Glad you brought it to me— wanna make sure you’re safe, after all.

Pay him? What are you on about? Don’t even think about it. These are easy fixes— no need to worry, sweet’art. He’s just takin’ care of ya, that’s all.

Maybe it was a bit pathetic, a little out of sorts for your character, but if he wouldn’t accept your money, you would pay him back in other ways. A shirt that was a little too deep, a skirt that was a little too tight, heels that were a little too obnoxious. Never all at once, you had a little more dignity than that.

It was the same routine each time; a weak excuse to park in his service drive, then he would order you to sit in his office. To which you always did, obediently, more than content to watch him from the solitary confines of his office when Johnny wasn’t there. And when he was done, you would try to negotiate a payment, but all he would accept was a twirl.

Maybe it should’ve made you feel like an object. Objectified, paying for a fucking air filter with a sway of your hips, but it doesn’t. You can’t even describe how much you like it, can’t even explain why you do.

You just do.

In an excruciating way, everything you can’t say by words, too much and absolutely not enough at the same time. Painfully embarrassing from the way it leaves you a shaking mess, how it dampens your panties— soaks them through.

The day he places his free hand on your waist when you twirl, using his large palm on your hip to stop your spin instead of tightening his fingers in your grasps your knees almost buckle under you. A quiet gasp leaving your lips in surprise, squeezing his fingers tightly.

You think you might be imagining it, that your hopes had become so grandiose that it conjured the feeling, until it moves.

A rugged hand, scarred and calloused sweeps up in one careful motion. It sends shivers over your spine, jolting straight. But it’s gone as soon as it’s there, facing him once again as if he wasn’t carving the shape of your hip seconds ago.

When you stumble back to your truck, your stomach twists when there isn’t a grease stained imprint of his palm on your shirt, no remnant of his touch.

That becomes the new step in the routine. You should hate it, but you fucking love it. Like it’s a reward for sitting so calmly when your body is waging a war on the inside. A gentle pet against soft flesh to accommodate the few minutes you sat hot and bothered, untouched.

You think about his heavy hand grazing your figure any chance you get, stings and weeps in the absence of his touch, the lack of his dominant eyes.

You try to convince yourself that’s enough, that he would’ve asked you by now if he wanted more than fleeting glances and featherlight touches. That was before your truck broke down one day. You had been hoping, manifesting for your engine light to flick on, but not like this. On the side of a small country road, sun setting behind you, dirt flying around you on a Saturday night.

You should probably call a tow truck instead of Simon, but you don’t. You don’t entirely want an expensive bill to pay. Maybe you’re a little spoiled by his free services at this point, but he answers the phone in seconds, tells you he’s on the way within the same breath.

When his work truck pulls up beside you, and he steps out, you think your lungs collapse in your chest. You’re used to mechanic Simon, uniform soiled in sweat, reeking of a days of work.

Now, a clean Simon? It practically sends you over the edge, stumbling forward, stuttering over your words.

A black leather jacket and a white shirt covers his broad chest, blue jeans framing his long legs. His hair lays flat, damp, like he just got out of the shower; it makes you feel guilty, like you interrupted his private time. Not guilty enough that it stops your panties from soaking through when he gets real close and you can smell his body wash on him, mossy forest, redwoods.

“You okay, bird?” He asks, palm finding your waist in concern.

It’s practically out of a movie scene; it’s almost comical, but you feel like doing anything but laughing. Pressing your thighs together instead, trying to regulate your breaths so you’re not panting in his face like a dog.

You nod aimlessly, staring up at him with wide eyes, hoping that it was the correct response because you hadn’t really comprehended what he asked you. All you can focus on is the shape of his hand on your waist, fucking massive, thick and warm. His clean skin, free of all sticky and dark stains you’ve begun to associate with him, shaving cream wafting off of his smooth jaw.

“Le’s get ya in my truck, yeah?” He continues, voice firm and rich.

He guides you to his truck, opens the passenger door for you, just like you’re sure he would on a date. All cleaned up and a gentleman, a picture from your fantasies. And just like you do at his shop, you watch him hitch your truck to his through the rear view mirror. Admiring the way his wide back stretches the leather material taut.

When he gets in the driver seat you’re all strained voice and nervous laughter. The fabric of his seats smells like the Simon your used to, car oil and musk, but he smells like a shower and his cologne, woody and pine. You barely have the strength to listen to what he’s telling you, explaining that he can’t work on your truck tonight, that he’s busy, so all he can do is drop it off at the shop and drive you home when the combined scent is intoxicating.

You think about inviting him in, drenching your sheets in his clean scent when he walks you to your front door, but you don’t, can’t when he’s busy. He’s apologizing, you know that much, mumbling his sorry’s because he can’t fix the problem that night, but you don’t mind; it’s just another excuse to see him tomorrow, even if you’re shit out of a vehicle.

Can’t find it in yourself to care about anything else when your back is pressed against your door, trapped between the wood and his hulking frame.

“Goin’ to the pub with the lads, would ditch ‘em to help, but Johnny’d never let me hear the end of it.” He explains, tucking his hands into his leather jacket.

You smile with a shake of your head, “No, no it’s okay.”

“Gonna need a ride to work in the mornin’?” He asks.

“Are you offering to take me?” You lilt, tilting your head teasingly.

“Course I am.” He says so matter-of-factly, like it doesn’t make sense for him not to.

“Then, yes,” You agree, leaning forward on your tippy toes to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, Simon.”

It’s supposed to be a sweet moment, a tease of your feelings, warm and soft. Everything and more you could pay him with for his services, but he has your jaw cupped in seconds, lunging forward to capture your lips in his, your head knocking against the door from the sheer force. You gasp, fingers hooking into the collar of his shirt, fisting it tightly in your grasps.

It’s harsh, fierce. All clashing teeth and bumping noses, exactly how you pictured a man like him would kiss. Bruising the shape of his lips on your mouth, branding them red and swollen between his teeth.

You’re not sure how long the two of you stand there, destroying your modesty on your porch for all your neighbors to see, but it doesn’t seem long enough. He tastes like toothpaste, minty and sweet, a little like aftershave. You lick the taste fucking clean from his lips, clawing at his chest, panting into his mouth for more, more, more.

Johnny can fucking wait.

But he pulls away anyways, a pathetic protest spilling from your lips as you cling to him; you’re not ready to lose the sensation of his lips yet.

“Easy there, baby.”

God.

It’s a bit embarrassing the way your eyes flutter at the word, the way he has to ease you off your tippy toes, coax you back down. Opening your door for you as you stand there a little dumbfounded after a searing kiss.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay?”

He leaves you at that like he didn’t just tilt your world on its axis, lips throbbing in his wake, skin still pulsing where he gripped your face, thick arousal pooling in your panties— your fingers definitely aren’t going to be enough tonight.

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Torn - Chapter 1

Synopsis: One night, that's all it took for Josh and India to fall for each other. One night was all it took for her life to turn upside down. She thought she had found the one. Then he had told her the truth... he had someone waiting for him... someone whom he had betrayed to be with India.

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All OC Characters belong to me

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of abortion, talks of abortion.

E’s Dad: I’ll be there soon. 

India rolled her eyes and threw her phone down on the couch next to her. She sighed as she looked at her 6-month-old baby girl, Egypt, who was on the floor doing tummy time with India’s sister, Lyric. 

“He’s coming?” Lyric asked, and India nodded. 

“Yup. His first time meeting her, and he’s late.”  Lyric gave India a look, which she ignored. India knew her and Josh’s predicament wasn’t a conventional one, but India also knew that she wasn’t in the wrong. 

Josh had all night to tell her that he was in a relationship but he didn’t. He spent all night sweet-talking her and making her feel like she was the only girl in the world. 

India exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over her face as she glanced back down at Egypt, who was kicking her tiny legs in frustration, her little arms still trying to push her chest off the floor. Lyric reached down to gently correct her position, making her giggle.

Just then, there was a sharp knock at the door. India and Lyric shared a look. With butterflies swirling in her belly, India stood from her couch and walked over to the door. 

India took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She hadn’t physically seen Josh in months. They had Facetime, but now he was actually at her house in person and ready to meet Egypt, their daughter, for the first time. Her heart raced in her chest—part of her was excited to see him, but the other part was still hurt by the way things had been left between them.

“Hey.” 

India wanted to scoff. Hey? That’s it? That’s all he had to say to her? 

“Hi,” she gritted out and moved to the side to let him in.  

Josh gave India a timid smile and walked into the house. He shifted on his feet, an indicator that he was nervous. He stood in the foyer, biting the inside of his cheek and rubbing his hands together like he didn’t know what to do next. 

“C’mon. She’s in the living room with my sister.”  Josh nodded and took a deep breath before following after India. He couldn’t help but admire how good her ass looked in her sweatpants. 

There was a reason he had been attracted to India all those months ago. It was like the second their eyes met, everyone else in the room faded away. He knew it was wrong, but the way his heart fluttered in his chest every time they made eye contact that night made him forget he even had someone waiting for him at home. 

He had invited her back to his hotel room and… they just talked. All night. Wrestlemania normally meant the whole city was basically filled with wrestling fans and ring rats who wanted just one night with their favorite superstar, but India didn't even know who he was, and that was what made it different. 

Lyric looked up at the pair as they walked into the room. This was also her first time seeing Josh in person, and she couldn’t deny that Egypt looked just like him, 

“Hi, pretty mama.” Josh cooed as he stepped closer to Lyric and Egypt. He kicked his shoes off his feet, not wanting to step on the carpet with his shoes on. 

Egypt lifted her head at the sound of Josh’s voice. While they haven’t met in person, Josh made sure to call and FaceTime them every night just so Egypt could know his voice. 

Egypt let out a shriek and started crawling over to Josh. Once she got close enough, he scooped her up in his arms and pressed a kiss on her chubby cheeks, laughing as she shrieked with happiness. 

Lyric gave India a look as she stood up from her position on the floor. “Hi, I’m Lyric, India’s older sister.” 

Josh gave her a polite smile and shifted Egypt so he had a free hand. He shook Lyric’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” He said, before turning his attention back to Egypt, who was busy grabbing on his beard. 

Lyric grabbed her things and headed over to her sister. “Hey,” She whispered, making India look at her. “It’s gonna be okay.” India gave Lyric a half-smile, but the tension in her body didn’t completely dissipate. It was hard to ignore the wave of emotions that hit her as she watched Josh interact with Egypt. He was doing exactly what a father should do, but it didn’t erase the hurt she still carried from everything that had happened between them.

Lyric left, leaving the three of them. The tension in the room was thick with unspoken words.  India sighed and looked at her watch. “I’m going to make her a bottle.” She said so softly that Josh almost didn’t hear her. 

“Can- Can I do it?” 

India hesitated. She wanted to go in the kitchen to get away from the tension with Josh. After a while, she nodded and motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen. She quickly got out everything he needed: Egypt’s favorite bottle, the formula, and the rice cereal so she could have something heavy on her stomach. “Have you done this before?” 

“Yeah,” He nodded. “I got two boys already.”  

“Oh,” India said softly. Another thing he hid from her. She remained silent as she placed everything he needed on the counter. She could feel him watching her. “She drinks 6 ounces so that -” 

“Three scoops.” He cut her off.  “You give her the cereal too?” India nodded and took Egypt out of his arms so he could make her bottle. India watched as he carefully prepared the bottle, his hands moving with more confidence now that he had taken the lead. He added the formula and then the rice cereal, making sure to mix it thoroughly as he shook the bottle.

“C’mon lil’ mama.” He said, reaching for Egypt, who all but jumped out of her mother's arms to get to her father. Josh walked back into the living room, and India felt like she could finally breathe with im not in the room. She leaned against the counter and took a deep breath, letting the tension that had been building in her chest slowly dissipate. 

India wanted to ask, but she didn’t know how to bring her up. India couldn’t help but feel a way about Josh’s girlfriend. She can still feel the way her heart broke when he told her that he had a girlfriend and he planned on staying with her. It felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest at how nonchalant he was about it. Like, they hadn’t spent the last couple weeks vibing, talking on facetime. 

She remembered that day like it was yesterday, even though it was a couple of months ago. India remembered feeling off —tired, nauseous, and sluggish. Her body just felt wrong, and the medication she had taken for what she thought was a simple illness had done nothing to ease her symptoms. She remembered telling her sister about her symptoms, 

and Lyric had immediately gone into her bathroom and handed her sister a pregnancy test. 

India remembered rolling her eyes at Lyric as she snatched the test out of her hands and walked into the bathroom. The few minutes it took felt like hours. When she finally looked down at the result, her breath caught in her throat. She immediately broke down crying. 

Two pink lines stared up at her. What was she going to do?! How was she going to support herself? In her line of work, getting knocked up was a death sentence, and she and Josh had  just started their “relationship.” How was she going to tell him? 

It had taken her two weeks to finally tell him. She had an appointment at her local planned parenthood. She had pulled up outside of the building and just stared. She had talked to her sister, and Lyric was against the abortion. Lyric was all “things happen for a reason.” But India wasn’t sure what that reason was. 

Before she knew it, her appointment time had passed, and she was still sitting in the parking lot. Her phone clutched tightly in her hand, and her thumb hovering over Josh’s contact. She decided to just say fuck it and press call. She didn’t have to wait long before he answered. 

“Wassup India,” 

India remembered, furrowing her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side. He never answered the phone like that. It was either “Wassup, pretty girl or Hey mamas.” She could hear the shift in his voice, like he was putting on a front for someone. 

Deciding to just let it out, India blurted. “I’m pregnant.” 

The other end was silent for a bit before she heard some rustling and Josh finally said something just in a softer tone, almost a whisper. 

“Huh? You’re pregnant?” 

“Yes.” She nodded even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.” There was another long silence, and she could feel her emotions bubbling up.  

“So, whatchu’ gon do?” He asked, and India felt like someone had punched her in her stomach. She wanted to throw up and cry at the same time. “I can’t -” Josh sighed. “India. I have a girlfriend, man.” India's heart dropped into her stomach at Josh’s words. She felt her breath catch, the air suddenly feeling too thick to breathe.

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and suffocating. It was like a slap to her face—one that stung worse than anything she'd felt in a long time.

“I’m sorry, okay.” He continued as India angrily wiped the tears that fell. “ I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t plan any of this. It’s just... things is complicated, okay?” 

India scoffed. She took a deep breath, trying to slow the racing thoughts in her head. She had to calm down, had to think. But all she could feel was this gut-wrenching pain. The realization that Josh wasn’t the person she thought he was, that he wasn’t going to be there in the way she needed him to be.

“Well, I guess I have your answer then.” She whispered, her voice breaking just slightly as she spoke, but the words were final. Before she hung up, she heard him whisper back. 

“I’m sorry, Indi.” 

India was brought out of her daydream as Josh walked back into the kitchen with a sleeping Egypt in his arms. “I burped her, and she went to sleep. I tried to keep her up.” She couldn’t help but glance at the little girl in Josh’s arms. She looked so much like him, with those little wisps of dark hair and soft, chubby cheeks.

“That’s fine. You wanna put her in her crib?” She asked and Josh shook his head. 

“No, can I hold her?” 

India nodded. “Yeah, You wanna..?” She trailed off pointing back towards the living room and Josh nodded. 

He followed behind her quietly. He was grateful that she still let him be in Egypt’s life after he was a dick to her when she told him she was pregnant. 

“I need to talk to you bout ‘sum,” He muttered, and India felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest. She got herself comfortable on the couch, pulling one of her legs under her so she was sitting on it. She turned to him and waited for him to continue.  “ ‘M getting married in a couple months.” 

India froze, her heart stopping for a beat. The words hit her like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, she couldn’t even breathe. “You proposed…” She trailed off,  and Josh nodded.

“Yeah, I want Egypt to meet my family before the wedding. I want her there.” 

India wanted to scream. She was angry at him. Angry at the way he had handled everything, angry that he’d come back into her life, acting like nothing had ever happened. How could he do this? How could he expect her to just roll with it?

“Josh,” she scoffed. “You can’t just -” 

“I’m sorry, Indi.” He cut her off. “I know all this is my fault, and I’m sorry I dragged you into my mess. But Egypt is my family, and my mom wants to meet her granddaughter.” 

“Egypt is your family?” India repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, now she’s your family? You didn’t seem to think that when I told you I was pregnant. You didn’t seem to care then. Now you want to act like you care about her?” Josh opened his mouth to speak again, but India cut him off. “I’m speaking.” She growled. “You don’t get to come back and pretend like nothing happened, like you didn’t leave me to figure it all out on my own. She’s six months old, Joshua! You finally decided to play daddy three months ago!” 

Josh sat there, guilt all over his face. He looked down at his sleeping daughter in his arms and felt nothing but shame. 

“I’m not doing this,” India said, her tone softer now but still full of emotion. “I’m not doing this for you, and I’m not doing this for your girlfriend, and I’m definitely not doing this to make your life easier. I’m doing this for her.” She gently took Egypt out of his arms. “I need you to leave.” 

The words hit Josh like a punch to the gut. He watched her as she cradled Egypt against her chest, her eyes briefly meeting his before quickly averting. He saw the raw hurt in her gaze—the anger was still there, but beneath it, there was something deeper, something that hurt even more. Disappointment. 

“I’m not asking for anything, Josh,” India said, her voice firm now, like she had finally made up her mind. “I’m just asking that you respect my boundaries.” 

Josh nodded, his heart heavy as he stood from the couch. He watched how India cradled Egypt’s little body to her chest. Almost like she was protecting her from something. “I’m sorry.” He said again, and it felt like it was the one-hundredth time he had said that phrase. “I’ll be in Dallas for a couple more days. Just please think about it.” India said nothing and turned her back to him, gently rocking their daughter. 

Josh hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave. He needed to go. But before he opened the door, he glanced back once more, his eyes lingering on India.

He wanted to say something else, but he didn’t know what. So, with a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped outside, the cool air hitting him like a reminder of everything he had lost.

India didn’t watch him leave. She stayed where she was, rocking Egypt, her eyes closed, her heart heavy. She had given Josh a part of her, and now, there was nothing left to give.

Author's Note: Here's chapter one. Excuse and spelling and grammar mistakes, I read and re-read this chapter 100 times lol. How are we feeling?? I'm excited for this one.

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[artisiumstudios]

Holy shit this is so beautifully written

LIKE-

YES?!

Holy-

It’s like you read my mind.

Stanley calling ford dad definitely throws him for a loop because this is his BABY TWIN BROTHER calling him DAD. It’s such a big realization for ford to think how much the dynamic between Stan and ford is going to change. Now instead of Stan acting as ford’s protector, companion, best friend, and brother it’s ford who has to be the protector; the caregiver and the responsible adult in Stan’s life. He to raise his brother and hope he does a good job because he can’t imagine putting this Stan throw filbricks teachings. Not again.

Not after he already lost his brother once because of where those teachings lead them.

And to be honest, he actually enjoys taking care of Stanley. He enjoys seeing his baby (because sure Stan is still his brother but that’s also his baby now, that’s his son) growing up and discovering his interests, his personality, and just the world around him.

It makes Ford reflect back to his childhood and seeing how even in a different environment with a different upbringing Stan still seems to love the sea, still loves marine life, and still dreams of sailing one day. Except the difference is that unlike before it isn’t to escape a home or society, it’s to explore with his dad. (And if that doesn’t bring ford to tears I don’t know what does). Not to mention it makes Ford come to the understanding that while maybe their father had (semi) good intentions, the way he acted as a father was abusive. It makes him basically have to sneak into the library (he’s banned) just to read through every parenting book possible, it makes him suck up his misogyny (you can’t tell me he wasn’t even a little bit) and join their parenting group filled with women just to be the best father figure for Stan.

And yes he planned on telling Stan his origins, his purpose, how do you tell your son that? How do you tell him that the only reason he’s even here is because this universe’s version of him is dead because their father kicked him out and he ended up suffocating in the trunk of a car? How do you tell him that you lead your brother on because you were scared of his reaction about not wanting to sail the world with him? How do you tell him that the reason he was kicked out was because he broke your science project? How do you tell him that not once after being kicked out did you try to reach out, because you were angry and because you were scared?

How do you tell him that he’s meant to save the world and that you fear that you’re going to lose him again?

Ford can’t. He can’t do it no matter how many times his mind supplies that it’s the right thing to do and that Stanley deserves to know.

All he can do is be the parent his brother deserved to have. One that doesn’t link love with monetary value. One that isn’t afraid of affection and can hug, kiss, and be gentle with their child. One who can discipline without raising a hand, and one who listens and tries to be better everyday for their son.

And it works out, because now Stanley has a diagnosis (I love audhd Stan) and ford can adequately handle Stan’s behavior and learning process without their fathers ideals (Stanley was never stupid or a knucklehead, he was just wired differently). He knows how to help Stan with homework and he can speak with his teachers to get him the best education possible. He never once belittles Stan’s interests, but rather lets him indulge and even makes sure that Stan has everything he could possibly want (another flaw in his parenting style) but he can’t help it. Not when he sees Stan’s face light up every time they head to the beach for summer vacation, not when he pays to have a swim session with the sharks that costs a pretty penny (something else Filbrick would never do, especially if they hadn’t earned that penny), not when Stan filled sketchbooks upon sketchbooks of anomalies because he wants to mimic his dad.

Not when he knows their time is limited.

But that mixed with his overprotectiveness definitely causes a bit of conflict with Stan’s want for adventure and independence. (And if he sneaks out every once in a while, we’ll thank the gods Ford is a deep sleeper)

Stanley has an important role in the grand scheme of things, specifically saving the universe. His role is so crucial that if anything were to happen to him it could lead to not only the destruction of his universe, but also lead the destruction of others. So what would happen if Ford had lost Stanley somewhere during the ten years they spent apart, only for Ford to be met face to face with the time police and what appears to be 2 years old Stanley.

His ears feel muffled as he’s handed the toddler.

Death by asphyxiation

Trunk of the car

Far too late

Paradox

The child’s timeline was already gone

The fate of the universe

His hands

The baby coos in his arms babbling as he grabs Ford’s pinky.

[allykakamatsu]

TWST Headcanons

Some of these will be more in dept than others, one or two will be AU specific, either way, enjoy~

Ace:

Bi disaster and is in hardcore denial over it

Didn't have any scars coming into NRC but by the time the year was over he had thorn pricks all over him (from the Rose Garden and from OB!Malleus) plus some nasty marks from the STYX guards that never went away.

Nowhere near as bad as Cater, but is afraid of loosing the people he's close to which is why he acts so abrasive.

On that note, post book 7 Cater is 100% is favourite senpai.

Before going to NRC got gifted a pocketwatch by his brother. Mostly not a big deal but in Twisted Hearts it's a big part of the inciting incident.

Deuce:

Also a bi disaster, in slightly less denial about it.

Covered head to toe in scratches and scars due to how many fights he got into during his delinquent days.

Not sure if canon refutes this in any way, but he feels pretty resentful for his dad leaving him and Dylla alone.

After seeing Ace's dream he starts worrying he's a bad friend to Yuu as he wasn't even thinking that much about what would happen when Yuu is eventually allowed to go home.

Trey:

Gay and proud.

Doesn't have many scars but like everyone in Heartslaybul he does have some marks from the rose garden, plus a few burn marks from cooking mishaps.

After an incident with Rook in science club, always carries a spare pair of glasses with him to be safe.

Does not know his dad puns suck ass and no one has the heart to tell him despite the cringe.

Cater:

Bi, though tbh if you're playing the JP side that one's honestly just canon-

Also some flavour of trans but idk which one yet.

Another rose thorn victim, and also has some burn marks from when he had to do the cooking at home and it went wrong.

Has a pretty big crush on Vil (again this one is debatably canon on the JP side if nothing else)

Admittedly I'm borrowing this one from @ladyazurith but due to his clones he was in charge of being everywhere and getting all the manual work done, which is why he was so quick to pawn it on Ace and Deuce during Book 1.

Wants to open up about his issues to his friends but has no idea how, plus there's the fear that he won't see them after NRC anyway, or that they won't like him anymore once he's more honest.

Riddle:

Gay and (somehow) even deeper in denial than Ace is about it.

The one with the least amount of rose thorn scars but still has a few. Also has some very slight burn marks from some reckless fire magic usage.

Also this one is for all the OB bois but some of the ink markings from his Overblot left behind some faint lines that become more visible when he (or any other OB boy) use magic.

Naturally white hair, his mother made him use magic to turn it red, and post book 6 he let's a little bit of the white show.

Not the worst at NRC with this, but has no idea the average price of most things so he has a decent chance of getting scammed.

Post book 1 once he admits he's never had a sleepover among other things Cater immediately drags the group into one. It goes well and Riddle has fun despite some initial awkwardness.

(more underneath cut)

Leona:

Asexual Biromantic. Also some flavour of trans but idk which.

Got his scar from when the rude son of guest visiting the Savannah pushed him while they were playing outside and he hit a rock. Also because of the scar his depth perception is fucked.

Has had to deal with a few assassination attempts and has some scars from it but is somehow not the one with the highest score of those.

Used to date Vil during the stars first year but they broke it off before the year was over. Now they've had some time to cool off (plus Jack and Epel joining NRC who they both care for) they're stuck in will they won't they hell.

Made the day Rook transferred out of Savannahclaw a dorm-wide holiday-

Will never admit it, but has a soft spot for Cheka and kids in general.

Ruggie:

Unlabelled but know he likes dudes.

Has a few nicks due to his thievery back home, but the only scar he bothers to cover up is the mark on his arm he still has after Leona almost killed him, mainly to make sure no one starts treating him like a kicked puppy due to it.

Has vitiligo

Frequently mails canned food he got from Sam as well as cash he stole from Leona's account back home to his Grandma.

Despite the rough start due to Book 2 he and Jamil are besties and meet up at least twice a week to shit talk everyone on campus.

Is not the Vice Housewarden, however no one can remember who Leona actually picked so they kinda just give him all the jobs a vice would have.

Jack:

Bi, also I can't prove it but something not cis is going on with his gender.

Has some nicks cause Savannahclaw has a lot of uneven edges all over the place, however most of his scars come from book 2.

On that note, gets pushed around by the whole dorm a lot in book 2, both figuratively and literally, due to him being the only one who still cared about playing fair. It’s better post Book 2 but he’s still not treated great by his dorm.

Doesn't get to hang out as much as he'd like but is really glad NRC gave him a chance to see Vil again.

Occasionally gets roped into the Diasomnia training due to Sebek offering and him wanting to mix it up.

Azul:

Gay and generfluid but prefers male pronouns.

Aside from the standard OB scars he has some scars from when his classmates back in the Coral Sea were poking him with sharp coral.

An ever so slightly better flier than Jade, or at least can last longer without having a heart attack.

Honest to the Seven just wants to help Jamil out in his own... unique way, the fact that he'd have such a powerful mage in his dorm is honestly just a bonus.

Frequently turns board game club into personal issues venting, much to Idia's dismay.

Jade:

Hasn't thought much about sexuality but he knows he likes guys. Is also generfluid though they don't have a preference.

Not nearly as many as Floyd but still has a lot of scars, including a large and nasty one on his back from when a strong mer attacked him when he was younger.

Part of a mob family and is the one set to take over the family business, a prospect he doesn't hate but would rather have as much fun as he can on land in the meantime.

Had a few more siblings when they were younger, however a group of predators showed up one day and killed most of them. Jade (the only one awake due to him getting a midnight snack) managed to keep himself and Floyd safe but he didn't bother trying to help the others, leading to him watching them all die.

Would rather die than admit it, but is pretty insecure about his UM and it's many limitations and worries that he might get replaced for not being strong enough.

Floyd:

Gay and generfluid, though like Azul he tends to prefer he/him most days.

Head to toe in scars, there's barely a part of him that isn't scratched in some way.

Also forgot to mention this with Jade but the two of them both have their mer cheek stripes showing at all times.

Too young to remember their other siblings and Jade plus their parents never told him so he doesn't know.

Not as down horrendous as Azul but also likes Jamil a lot and wants his sea snake to have nice things.

On that note, his favourite people are the kind that aren't afraid of him and are even not afraid to fight him, which is why he latched onto Riddle so fast after the chaos that was their Opening Ceremony.

Kalim:

Pan, he just loves everyone.

Multiple scars from the assassination attempts, most notably rope burns on his wrists which he usually tries to cover with either long sleeves or jewellery as a distraction.

The one time he tried to go to a therapist for his issues it ended up being an assassin so that scared him off for life.

Once a month after book 4 he goes over to Heartslaybul so Riddle can teach him law so he has more of an idea how to help Jamil and the rest of the Vipers.

Jamil:

Bi with a male preference and Bigender, but you can only call him she if he gave explicit permission (thank @blondeaxolotl for that one)

Hard to tell due to how well he hides them with his magic, but is the only one at NRC who can compete with Floyd and Lilia in the scars amount. Stab wounds, rope burns, marks left by Ruggie making him fall down the stairs, burns from when he was learning to cook, OB scars, you name it Jamil probably has it.

Half snake beastman on his mom's side, all that really shows is a snake tongue and sharper fangs

Major complex over needing to feel needed given that being essential to Kalim was all he had going for him most of his life. Only starts to deal with it and by extension accept Kalim's help after Book 6 when Leona turns their tower trip into a therapy session.

Will never admit it out loud but is warming up to Azul and Floyd (not that he’ll admit it) However while things are a bit better he and Jade still don't get along though, partly cause they spend less time together and partly because they're too similar in a lot of ways.

Never liked Rook much to begin with, but the mild dislike turned to full on salt after VDC. Like, he gets that Vil probably needed some consequences but did he have to drag everyone else down with him?

Vil:

Bi but a male preference and genderfluid, no pronoun preference.

The only scars he had before his OB was one he got when he was 6 and he accidentally cut himself with a knife, and has done everything in his power to hide it.

Not many other kids where he grew up so he didn't have many friends, Jack being his only one for a good while.

Part of him wishes he could meet his mother but doesn't have any regrets about being raised by Eric.

He and Rook are a package deal. If you want to date one, the other is there. Platonic or romantic, RookVil are a pair you do not seperate.

Speaking of Rook though, while Vil knows Rook did the right thing at VDC and he'd probably feel awful if he won after what he did and almost did, the dumb emotional part of his brain was still hurt, though the two patched things up by the end of book 6.

Rook:

Gay, like so gay it almost makes everyone else look straight by comparison. Also idk his gender but he ain't cis.

Has a decent number of hunting scars. Isn't ashamed at all but they're usually covered since they're mostly on his hands and he usually wears gloves.

Half of Savannahclaw has filed a restraining order against him though none have gone through.

Still feels some guilt over book 5 cause he knew how much it hurt Vil plus it got the others caught in the middle but he knew that he couldn't let NRC win after Vil tried to poison Neige.

Vil and Leona's biggest shipper when they were together, low key trying to set them back up now that they're on better terms.

Epel:

Gay and transmasc. Overcompensating masculinity wise big time.

Has a decent few scrapes from the farm, and also has a gap tooth that he doesn't mind but Vil is desperately trying to convince him to go to the dentist to fix with the actor even offered to pay for.

Goes back and forward between thinking Deuce is the coolest or the lamest affectionate. Either way they love talking Blastcycles.

Looks up to Leona a lot, low key horrified to learn that he and Vil somehow used to date.

Was sweating a lot during the Harveston trip as he was worried the group would see his old pictures and figure out he wasn't born a boy, but while the truth didn't come out seeing how well they reacted when they thought Marja's old picture was him did give him a lot of peace of mind.

The one besides Ace who crashes at Ramshackle the most so he can get a break from Pomfiore.

Idia:

Asexual and demiromantic. Also some flavour of trans but idk which

Has a few burn scars, some from the obvious source and others from wires sparking while he tried to fix something.

Actually descended from Hades, he and his parents are just hesitant to admit it due to the inevitable multiple follow up questions.

Addicted to this worlds version of Project Sekai. Do I have any evidence besides vibes? No but I still believe it-

After a few too many near death experiences calls he's just started making prosthetic limbs just in case he needs to replace something, and even if he never needs them he can just use them for Ortho when he's ready for a size upgrade.

Ortho:

Has only just gained sentience and doesn't really care about romance or gender rn

No real scars cause well, robot, though he does let the first years have some fun and do marker graffiti on him sometimes.

Has all of OG!Ortho's memories, and while he knows it's silly he still finds himself dealing with imposter syndrome a fair bit.

Has figured out that everyone thinks anything rude he says is unintentional, and uses this to occasionally back talk people who make him mad and get away with it.

Malleus:

His type is anyone who likes him back and he barely knows what gender is.

Doesn't really have any scars on him prior to loosing his horn during book 7. The people close to him on the other hand...

Due to them both being in one man clubs whenever cross club competitions arise Crowley usually pairs Malleus and Jade together, leading to a surprising friendship between the two.

To some people (Leona's) annoyance, post horn breaking he's still plenty powerful, just not god level like he used to be.

Speaking of Leona. They dated. It was only for a week as Leona was rebounding hard after Vil, it was messy, both of them regret it, but it happened, though Mal is open to trying again.

Also a surprisingly good cook, if only to keep Silver alive until he learned how.

Lilia:

Bi and polyamorous. Also doesn't give a fuck about gender.

Probably the most scared one at NRC for obvious reasons, man is covered in stab wounds as well as lightning scars from both Melanor and Malleus.

Speaking of Melanor, the two of them along with Levan/Raverne were all dating though the royal couple made sure the senate didn;t find out about Lilia.

Genuinely oblivious to how awful his cooking is. He managed to raise Silver without him dying so how bad can it be? (Silver has an iron stomach as well as Malleus saving him)

Silver:

Demi. Thinks he's cis but is open to experiment.

Has a few scratches and bruises from his training but nothing too major.

Post book 7 he briefly experiments with dying a streak of his hair blonde but quickly gives up on that idea and just goes back to no dye, or if he does want to dye he goes black like Lilia and Malleus.

Loves singing. Wanted to audition for VDC but didn't want to risk screwing it up by falling asleep mid song.

Forgot to mention with Kalim but those two are pure lights. More so relevant for Twisted Hearts but in cannon it means they're less likely to Overblot and blots tend to keep their distance.

Sebek:

Doesn't really have a label for it but he knows he likes guys.

Like Silver just has a few training nicks though he has a few more due to being more reckless.

One time nearly had a heart attack and destroyed half the dorm looking for his Malleus painting, only to find out that Lilia just took it to clean the frame. Afterwards Sebek cleaned up and sent himself to detention out of shame-

Due to his dad being a dentist he has some of the best dental hygiene on campus and knows a lot about teeth, leading to a surprise friendship with Trey.

Eventually remembers the events of NBC Lost in the book, but whether that's because he finds Skully's painting, meeting his ghost at Ramshackle or actually sees his friend in person again depends on the setting and how I'm feeling.

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[thedelicatearcher]

every morning, finnick odair wakes up next to you. the sun filters through the curtains, filling the room with soft light as the clock strikes 5 am. he quickly realizes it’s early, and you’re still in deep slumber, breathing steadily without any worry about the world around you. 

he can’t help but succumb to his selfish cravings. leaning in, he buries his face in your hair and hums at your scent. the soft scent of lily soap makes his heart flutter like a schoolboy.

your lover wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. finnick tries to keep his hold on you as light as a feather to avoid disturbing your sleep. but the moment his body is pressed against yours and his chin finds its place on your shoulder, he feels you begin to stir.

a pang of guilt tugs at his heart, and he scrambles to lull you back to sleep. “shh, honey,” he coos. “it’s just me. just wanted to hold my pretty girl for a bit,” he whispers softly in your ear, his voice a bit husky. he presses soft kisses to your neck to lull you back to sleep.

after you fall back to sleep, he cuddles your sleepy figure and enjoys the warmth of your body against his. with your back against his chest, he wonders if you can feel how fast his heart beats for you, even in your sleep. 

his strong arms around your torso make him wonder if you feel safe with him, the way your presence makes him feel like he can breathe a little easier. your gentle voice, as you tell him how brave he is, silences the self-deprecating voices in his mind. and your sweet, tender touches contrast with everything he’s ever known.

ever since he opted out of the mission assigned to him by the now-deceased president coin, he has felt a deep ache in his chest. he feels useless, constantly comparing himself to his fellow victors and the rest of the prop team. 

it’s a feeling he can’t shake, even after you’ve reassured him time and time again that he’s  already made enough sacrifice for the rebellion, and that his worth doesn’t depend on how much he has contributed to rebuilding his district from the ground up. 

memories of his time in the capitol still cloud his mind, his arms tightening around you every time his thoughts take him back. but beneath all the self-deprecating thoughts, finnick is quietly grateful he didn’t go with the prop team. 

if even soldiers like boggs didn’t make it back, how could he believe he would have? the day before the quarter quell, he promised you he would come back to you. the thought of running away, going so far away that he could live a simpler life by your side, was one of the few things that kept him going through the games. and every time his mind wandered to the possibility of his death, his heart ached as he pictured you completely shattered and alone, especially knowing that a death at the hands of the capitol would be neither quick nor painless.

when he feels you moving in your sleep, finnick is pulled from his thoughts and back home to you, to a simple life in district four. to a small house by the beach, where the biggest worries are whether the fishing nets you cast will hold, and making sure the neighbor’s cat doesn’t snatch more fish than you’ve already given him.

[urcoolgf]

thought i wouldn’t find out?

pairing. frat¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts. language. blood. violence(?)

summary. you’re the designated ‘frat girl’, but when rafe’s ‘brothers’ start getting too close, he’s gotta remind them who you belong to psa i have nooo clue about frats so i just used names i found on the internet (yes, i’m in college and still have no idea about them)

“so i told the idiots at kappa sigma that they can suck my dick! i’m not working with them for the annual formal, and if they wanna run their mouths to whoever the fuck’s in charge– i really don’t give a damn,” was the first thing you heard as you walked through the door of rafe’s frat house, pi kappa phi. him and some other ‘brothers’ were scattered about in their messy living room. it was friday afternoon, so they were all just hanging out before frats opened at 11pm. almost all of them had a beer in their hand, including rafe.

he turned once he heard the sound of the door, a smile subconsciously forming on his face.

“there’s my girl,” he said, moving his arm up, waiting for you to take your place next to him. his eyes panned over your body– cropped white t-shirt with a jean skirt, and some country looking belt that hung off you, proving it was just for looks– his eyes landed on the pack of beer in your hand. it was pretty customary for you to bring drinks for the weekends– not for the parties– just for him, and the other guys.

he rested his arm on the back of the couch, telling you to put it in the refrigerator– as if this wasn’t routine.

once you returned from the kitchen, you took your spot in his arm. he craned his head to give you a quick kiss on your cheek, moving his mouth to ghost over your ear.

“how you doin’ baby?,” his voice was low, almost slurring as if he was a bit tipsy– he wasn’t, you knew that he was just getting started.

“‘m good,” you nuzzled into his touch. after a long day of classes, rafe’s presence was calming. it grounded you in a way you craved throughout the stress of your day.

he continued to talk to the guys in the room, his fingers rubbing little circles into your soft shoulder with the hand that was slung around you. your head rested between his chest and the under part of his arm.

“be right back,” he said to the other guys, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before wandering somewhere in the house.

you suddenly felt a lot of eyes on you. you were used to these guys, but something about this exact moment felt… uneasy. you didn’t make it known that you were slightly uncomfortable though. you knew who you were– you knew how crazy your boyfriend was. they wouldn’t try anything if they knew what was good for them.

“so, y/n… long day?,” jake asked with a smirk before taking a swig of his beer. you knew all of them– unfortunately– it’s not like they were all bad, just a majority. jake included. you tried to hide the discomfort in your face. you thought you were doing a good job…

“dude. what’re you doin’?,” cam butted in before you could answer– apparently your discomfort wasn’t that hidden. he was one of the only ones without a beer in his hand, and he was probably your favorite of the guys– besides rafe, of course. he was the nicest, and he never really made you feel out of place, or uncomfortable. he kept all the other guys in check when rafe was gone– mainly because he was rafe’s right hand man, and his best friend.

“jus’ askin’ pretty girl how her day was,” his smirk still glued to his face, turning from cam back to you, still awaiting your answer.

“cut it out jake,” his tone was serious. you just sat there awkwardly, but you wanted jake to know he didn’t bother you– even if he did.

“no, no cam… it’s fine,” you began, a fake smile on your face, “my day was long. jus’ happy to come home to rafe, y’know?”

jake was clearly tipsy, maybe even already drunk. that’s the only thing that would explain the next words that came out of his mouth.

“rafe… rafe is a little bitch. wouldn’t know a pretty girl like you if it hit him,” cam gave you a look– should i jump in?– you shook your head gently, intrigue plastered over your face. you wanted to see how far jake would go. the other guys surrounding him watched him with bated breath as if he was actually making a valid point. it almost made you laugh.

“bet he can’t even make ya cum… ya ever need a real man you come to me sweetheart,” the words made you cringe. did he really think shit like that would make you… what? swoon? cam’s jaw was slacked, in utter disbelief of what just came out of his ‘brother’s mouth. you went with it– kind of.

“well, jake that is a very kind offer, but i gotta tell ya…,” you stood up from the couch, moving toward the chair he was sat on. you leaned down, right in his face– close enough for him to not just hear the words you were about to say, but feel them too.

“you shouldn’t be concerned about me getting off. rafe’s got plenty of photo proof of that,” your smile was evil, challenging. just as you moved away from jake’s face, walking back to your spot on the couch, rafe reentered the room.

“what’d i miss?,” he was clueless, you knew cam would try and tell rafe, but you didn’t want to cause even more of a scene. you weren’t jake’s biggest fan, but the things rafe would to do him if he found out were… probably illegal. and it’s hard to run a frat from jail.

“not much,” you shrugged, plopping yourself back on the couch. the look on cam’s face was just pure confusion and shock. jake’s on the other hand… well, his was just shock. you smiled to yourself while rafe made his way to sit next to you.

—

the house had so many bodies, loud music, flashing lights that would make anyone’s head spin. you were currently fighting your way through the crowd of people to get to the bathroom. once you closed the door behind you the music was a little more muted, giving you some peace. not for long.

“so i told her– if she wants a real man she can come to me. probably come for me, too,” jake’s agitating laugh could be heard from the other side of the door.

“so she got all up in my face– hot as fuck– told me not to tell rafe. that i’d be hearing from her real soon,” whatever group of people he was talking to began ‘ooo’-ing and laughing. little did you know, cam was in that group– observing. you stayed in the bathroom until their voices faded away, giving you a clear to exit.

you needed to find rafe.

luckily, he hadn’t really moved from the spot you left him in, but once you saw rafe, cam came into view too.

cam was turned away from you. you could see rafe’s face, and he was furious. his face was basically turning red, jaw locked, eyes wide and narrowed at the same time. you watched his hold on his beer bottle tighten, knuckles turning white.

even over the noise in the house, you could hear the sound of rafe’s bottle thud against the counter, followed by a “fuck no. oh, he’s fucking dead. they’re all dead.” he was about to walk away, leaving cam to himself, before his eyes caught yours. suddenly, rafe was right in front of you– towering over you.

“we gotta talk,” was all that he said before grabbing your hand, and dragging you upstairs into his room. he closed the door behind him. most of the noise was muted now, giving you a chance to talk privately.

“what did cam tell you?,” you weren’t scared of rafe when he was like this, but you were still a little concerned. he looked like he could break just about any and every thing in his room right now.

usually rafe would play mind games– ask you what you thought cam told him– but he was in no mood right now.

"told me what that jackass jake said. ‘bout how i couldn’t make you cum?,” breathless laughs were breaking up his sentence, like he couldn’t believe what he had to repeat right now.

“told me what you said…,” he leaned toward you. you swallowed hard, big eyes looking up at him. you weren’t sure how he was going to take you basically telling jake that he had explicit photos of you on his phone.

“‘nd as hot as that was…,” he began, smirking spreading across his lips, “i gotta ask– why didn’t you tell me, babe?”

“‘s not a big deal, rafe. y’know how jake is…,” you started before he cut you off. backing away from you as if he was astonished by your answer.

“yeah. i do. that’s no excuse f’r him to say the shit he did, and then go around tellin’ people you’d actually leave me for him. actin’ like you’re gonna hook up with him behind my back,” how the fuck did he know about that?

“tryna tell people my girl would go anywhere near his tiny dick. it’s laughable,” he ran his palm over his mouth like he genuinely couldn’t stifle his laugh.

“rafe…,”

“no, no. he wants to play that game? we can play that game,” suddenly he grabs your wrist again, dragging you downstairs. you didn’t know what he was doing, but before you could process anything he cut the music off. everyone in the house either complaining or looking around confused. rafe’s loud voice was the next thing to reverberate through the house.

“HEY! LISTEN UP, ANYONE WHO DOESN’T LIVE HERE– TIME TO GET THE FUCK OUT! PARTY’S OVER, ALRIGHT?,” his voice boomed in your ear, making you flinch at first. after some frustrated groans, and some ‘what the fuck’s , people began to flood out of the house.

your confusion was evident, staring up at rafe– his hold on your wrist still there, but looser now.

“what’re you doing?,” you whispered to him, his eyes not moving from the crowd leaving the house.

“don’t worry ‘bout it, baby,” he mumbled back to you before walking away from you to close the door as the last few people trickled out.

“rafe, man– what the fuck?!,” jake was walking up to rafe like he was trying to intimidate him– obviously he wasn’t. the look on rafe’s face was lethal. all rafe’s ‘brothers’ gathered around him, everyone confused except cam. not that he knew what was going on, but he did know rafe, and whatever was going on wasn’t going to be pretty.

you were still stood where rafe left you– just a few steps behind him.

“my bad bro… jus’ got some things i wanna address,” rafe’s tone was dripping with sarcasm, and a sense of humor. jake tried not to seem worried, tried to have a poker face, but you could tell he was sweating under that dingy baseball cap.

“something so important you had to kick everyone out, bro?,” one of the other guys questioned. rafe didn’t answer, just gave him one look and the guy was backing off, hands up in surrender.

"jake… anything you wanna tell me? actually, anything any of you wanna tell me?,” rafe didn’t sound this serious most of the time, so the guy were rightfully scared– well, guys minus cam.

“man, i d’know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” jake tried to just shrug it off, make rafe think he was crazy for this.

“don’t know what i’m talkin’ about?,” rafe had that classic fake confusion on his face, walking closer to jake, getting in his face to utter his next words.

“just figured a real man would own up to what he did before i made him own up to it… take some responsibility y’know?,” he almost whispered. he squinted his eyes with a fake smile on his face. the whole room went deadly silent, and jake’s face was nothing short of entertaining.

"you are a real man, right? at least– that’s what you told my girl,” his aggravation was starting to break through his facade. jake just stood there– he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to come back from this.

"lemme ask you somethin’… how many people left this house tonight under the impression that my girlfriend was gonna hook up with you behind my back? hm?,” he was furious at this point. it was one thing to speak that way to you in the first place, but run around and lie? tell everyone rafe cameron couldn’t keep his girl satisfied? oh, his blood was boiling. you just stood still where you were. when rafe got like this there was no stopping him– it was no use, and you knew that.

jake was grasping at straws at this point, “listen man, i don’t know what y/n told you… but it’s a lie. okay? i didn’t say shit to her, rafe. and i didn’t say shit to anyone else.”

“jake… jakey boy! how stupid d’you think i am? you really thought i wouldn’t find out? as if the rest of this story wasn’t humiliating enough– i’m almost offended,” rafe had turned his back on him at this point, giving you that evil smirk one more time before quickly turning on his heel, and punching straight into jake’s nose.

a loud crack! sounded through the room, jake’s hand immediately coming to hold his bleeding– probably broken– nose, bending over in pain, droplets of blood hitting the floor. rafe leaned down to get on his level.

“get. the fuck. out. i see you anywhere near this house, myself, or my girl again. you’ll wish i had just killed you tonight,” he spoke quietly, but his message was clear as day. jake quickly exited the house, but not before muttering a quick ‘you’re fucking insane cameron’.

rafe shook his hand out, moving his fingers to combat the pain from direct contact with jake’s bone.

“oh, and just so everyone’s clear… i’m goin’ easy on those of you who let him say that shit– those of you who gassed him up after he said that nasty shit to y/n. you’re on thin ice, yeah? say shit like that to my girl again, and you’ll wish i only broke your nose.”

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[onelittlespiral]

I worry about my friend sometimes. I mean we're both nerdy guys and aren't exactly big but even still he's very skinny. I mean he eats perfectly fine, he's very healthy and all that but he always remains just as skinny. He even said himself he's tried and wants to get bigger. Maybe I could help his with this BoGo offer thing.

Subject: Order #10108

Dear (REDACTED),

Thank you for your recent purchase from The Spiral, home for all your transformation needs! Your order #10108 has been received and is on its way as we speak. Your order includes:

(1) Thick_From_Thin(Nerd)

(1) Mystery(Self)

Expect delivery in 3-5 days.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

We knew you’d come around and round and round and round…

A few days later, an email came through from the Spiral. Included at the top was a photo. You hadn’t seen your friend in a few days, but even then you hardly believed it was the same guy:

They went on to detail how they caught up with him while he was leaving work one evening, caught him completely by surprise, and tossed him in the back of their van, peeling off into the night. He was quickly stripped and had his hands and arms strapped down so that the processing could begin. They administered a pretty standard concoction of hormones, numbing agents, and accelerants mainly focusing on muscle growth. Of course, to keep up his rate of growth, he needed to be pumped with an almost constant stream of protein shakes. Each muscle swole larger and larger, forced to its limit through chemicals and pure calories. Not to worry though, any and all extra fat was carefully suctioned out to be saved for later purposes. He fought like a tiger the whole time, and towards the end of his processing he did manage to snap a strap and made a grab for a technician. So, apologies, but an additional service fee for a personality change will have to be added. A quick prick and his rage was quickly converted to exude cockiness and vanity. Do not worry, a full personality replacement was not selected, so your friend will have many of his same quirks and interests, with just a layer of ‘bro’ layered on top. Finally, we made a few minor mental adjustments, overwriting the last two years or so to line up his current state with his memories, and before an hour was up he was dropped on his front lawn, new gym bag with supplements in hand to ensure consistent, continuous growth.

You were pretty shocked by the results. But looking at his after pictures, damn. It was hard to argue with results. You doubt he would consider himself small now. Mostly, you were worried about how tough his transformation ended up being. Would yours be that severe?

You wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. As you scrolled on your phone that night, a video of a spiral came across my feed. You knew you should ignore it, but something about the visuals and audio made you want to keep watching. The loop was short, and a blast of color and text swam in my vision as you stared blankly ahead, letting it pull you deeper. It felt so nice to just zoooone ouuuut….

And then my phone was gone.

You glanced around. You were in a building you had never seen before, high ceilings and concrete floors. It was nearly empty besides two men stood over you, fiddling with some machine. One had slipped my phone into his pocket. You tried to protest, but the shorter man just said “Quiet” and you could no longer speak. You debated running, but he said “Wait” and your muscles froze in place.

“Thank goodness the last one gave us the excess we needed” the taller of the two mumbled as he placed a mask over your head, and connected it to a tube attached to the mysterious machine.

“Let’s see, really a dealer’s choice. Let’s go… 4’8”, 235, a bit of muscle, full beard…”

“Do you only do cubs?”

“Shut up, he’ll love whatever we do.”

You heard the machine click on and there was a sudden pressure in your mouth. The liquid the soon filled you was creamy and sweet, with just a little tang. You tried to spit it back out, but were quickly foiled. “Suck” was all they had to say, and your body complied. As you chugged the sweet liquid, you felt your muscles grow heavy. Your body was warm, belly full, and mind so sleeepppy…

And everything was black.

When you woke up, you couldn’t tell that anything was different. You were as you had always been: a sexy, self-obsessed cub. It was a few days later, while you were spending time worshiping yourself in the mirror, when you finally saw you had missed an email:

Subject: Order #10108 Fulfilled

Dear (REDACTED),

Your order has been fulfilled. We know you have many options, but thank you for supporting The Spiral.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

A very late addition to the summer series, this one was, say, lost in transit somewhere in the drafts. Finally pushing it out for you all to enjoy. Thank you all for all the love on my first story back. I hope to post a bit more consistently for a bit to work through some backlogs.

[glamourscat]

Can you maybe do a Shidou x Single mom reader? Shidou moved into a new apartment building because he got kicked out of the last one for being too loud or something alike, and his nextdoor apartment neighbor is a young single mom he greets sometimes, and she ends up asking him to babysit her toddler once because no one was able to take care of it at the moment and she was late to work. In the end the kid is obsessed with him and doesn't want to leave at first, but reluctantly accepts once they promise him/her they can play again.

Idk if that's a weird request or anything, but i think it would be cute. The kid can be a girl or boy, whichever you choose.💐

WHATEVER THAT MEANS | SHIDOU RYUSEI X READER (TIME SKIP)

so, i slightly changed it around, bc i found it hard to write for a mother who left her kid w someone who she barely knew :'( i made them on friendly base, so not super close but friendly enough for the reader to trust shidou into taking care of her daughter. I hope you like the fic either way, and i'm sorry for the little adjustment!

Loud. Inadequate. Noisy. Just a few adjectives his old apartment complex neighbors would use to describe him. And it’s not like they were necessarily wrong… but can’t a guy have hobbies? What’s the big deal if he wants to shout off his balcony in the morning as stress relief? Or sunbathe naked? It’s his house, after all.

But apparently, they didn’t see it that way. And so, embarrassingly enough, he got evicted. Football season was about to come to an end, which meant more days spent indoors, especially with the scorching summer temperatures in Japan.

It’s been over seven months since he met you. And he still couldn’t quite figure you out.

The first time you two met, you threw a shoe at him. The second time, you apologized for the shoe but still got into a screaming match over who stole whose package. The third time, it was a rainy night. He was restless.TV, phone, laptop, nothing could quiet his head. His eyes drifted to the window, and before he knew it, he was grabbing his jacket and shoes, heading out for a walk.

He didn’t even realize how far he’d gone until he found himself near the striking lights of the town center. He was about to turn back when he saw you. Standing there, soaked through, outside some cheap ass restaurant. His first instinct was to tease you, but then he took in your face.

Sorrow. Embarrassment. Pain.

And he didn’t have it in him.

You turned to leave before he could even step closer.

“Wait, damn it—”

“Don’t.” Your voice was quiet but firm as he reached out, catching your wrist.

“I don’t—I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Shidou huffed, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“You’re drenched. C’mon. Let’s go back.” His voice was strangely calm. Just like that he led you home.

That night, seven months ago, he learned about you. Your life. That you, at 26, the same age as him, had a three-year-old daughter. That the father was more absent than his own had ever been.

He doesn’t know exactly when the shift happened. When throwing shoes turned into spending late nights at each other’s places, talking until 1 a.m. and laughing over things that didn’t even matter. Maybe it was the vulnerability of that very first night you two talked. Or maybe it was realizing that, despite everything, you two weren’t so different. He just… expressed things more loudly.

And maybe that’s why, on his day off, he’s here. Babysitting your kid. A round, giggling toddler sitting cross legged in his lap, applying makeup to his face with the concentration of a professional artist. She’s rambling, some absurd story about nursery school that he’s pretty sure she’s making up as she goes.

God, he has no idea what he’s doing.

There’s pink sparkling eyeshadow smudged across his eyelids, uneven swipes of glitter on his cheeks and something sticky in his hair that he’s choosing to ignore.

“You look like a princess,” she announces proudly, clapping her hands together.

Shidou snorts. “Yeah? A hot one?”

The toddler tilts her head, considering. “Mmm… a silly one.” She exclaims with her hands thrown in the air as to emphasise her claim. 

He grins, flashing his teeth. “Same thing, nugget.”

As you walk through the door your eyes fix on the scene. You don’t know where to either laugh or to be worried for Shidou’s safety. Surely that many hairpins in his hair cannot be good for blood circulation, right? 

His eyes meet yours as he flashes you a stupid grin of his. He doesn’t know how it happened, how he got here. But he knows it feels good. It feels good to be wanted. And your kid, for whatever reason, is obsessed with him.

Which is a problem, when you move closer to pick her up and she immediately buries her face into his shoulder, clinging and gripping him like he’s the last cookie in the cookie jar that someone is also trying to take. 

“Nooooo,” she yells dramatically. “I wanna stay with Ryusei!”

“Kid, I’m flattered,” he says, patting her back, “but your mom will kill me if you don't go take your bath.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Sweetheart, you need to bathe. And eat dinner.”

“Ryusei can do it!”

Shidou chokes on a laugh and you shoot him a glare, but your daughter isn’t paying attention, she’s too busy gripping his shirt. Kicking her feet annoyed at the injustice of it all.

It reminds him a little of himself. That fierce, stubborn kind of love. The kind that grabs on tight and refuses to let go. She’s a kid, but he can feel that she’s smart enough to understand this feeling. So he tugs her away just enough to look her in the eye, his voice quieter now.

“Hey. What if I promise to come back?”

Her lip wobbles. “You swear?”

“Cross my heart.” He does the motion across his chest, then taps her nose. “I’ll come play again. You can even make me a clown next time.”

The toddler sniffs. “Princess clown.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever the boss wants.”

She hesitates, then, slowly and reluctantly, she lets you take her into your arms. But her eyes stay locked on him, watching as if she’s trying to make sure he doesn’t disappear the second she looks away.

Shidou leans back, resting his head against the couch. And, because he knows she’s waiting, he throws her a lazy salute.

“Later, nugget.”

She sniffles again. “Bye-bye, Ryusei.”

And just like that, she’s gone, carried off into the other room.

The apartment is quieter now, the warmth of her weight still lingering on his skin. He exhales, stretching his arms over his head and catches you watching him as you pop back in the living room. 

“You didn’t have to promise,” you say, voice softer than usual.

Shidou hums. “Nah. I wanted to.”

A moment of silence goes by. 

“You’re good with her.”

He smirks. “You sound surprised.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling. “Just… didn’t expect it.”

Shidou shrugs, leaning his head back again. He doesn’t know how to explain it. Doesn’t know if he even needs to. It’s just that love, in all its forms, has never come easy to him. It’s always been messy. Complicated.

But this? This feels simple. So yeah. He’ll come back. He will still pretend to huff and think twice before accepting. He will still tease you restless as per usual. But he will let your daughter cover him in glitter and tell him ridiculous stories and call him silly names. Because it’s easy. Because it’s warm. Because it feels good to be like this. 

Whatever that means. 

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[lostinlovingrevery]

hi vannnnnn!!

first off how was your day!! i hope it’s been going well

secondly.. any worst!logan headcanons? particularly any filthy ones? (i’m feral 🫣)

a logan for you <3

HIIII CAS

My day HAS been going well, I finished my planter build (minus painting and actually planting it but!!) and I got the fattest, cheesiest pizza for dinner mmmmm

My grandma dropped off some v late christmas gifts and mine was a super cute new bag! A pocket heart charm AND a tiny lil vintage jewelry box with a REAL authentic two dollar bill in it. Pretty sure it belonged to my late grandfather :) <3

and that gif...mmm. yeah

Worst Wolvie headcanons? Don't mind if I do! (nsfw below!)

GENERAL:

I have this thing that he'll go into construction once he's settled in the new universe. It's easy to get a job with construction companies for the most part- and he's hella strong and looks it too, with a potty mouth and likes to drink- he'll fit right in!

SO polite and respectful to Althea. He'd be screaming at Wade one second, and the next be like "you need anything ma'am?" and get her a glass of water and everything else. No he does not support her cocaine habit.

PHEW I have a lot of trouble deciding how Logan would be after the events of D&P. I think he'd be struggling a lot still. He's such a hothead throughout most of the events of the movie, and I think that wouldn't stop being the case. I feel he'd probably simmer down a bit, but he would likely appear tense and awkward to some outsiders. He's not quite used to people being polite to him anymore.

when he meets you though, i think you'll capture his attention like no one else has

FLUFF (and a lil angst):

Oof, this is tricky too.

So I feel he'd be a bit rough around the edges when it comes to a relationship with you- at least in the beginning

He's not sure what to do. He has the capability of being soft, but he spent so long hardening his shell he's not sure how to be soft exactly.

His touches are intended to be gentle, but may feel rough as he tries to learn how to be with someone

His words are the same. I feel like sometimes his affection might come across sounding a lil angry

Once he gets comfortable though he'll be a complete lovebug

Initially put off by physical touch, he won't be able to get enough of it soon. Kisses, hugs, snuggles, booty smacks.

Hes a lil rough with the romance, but he'll try! Flowers brought home, remembers the little things about you- favorite snacks, drinks, etc.

As rough around the edges as he may be, he'll always be honest to you in how he feels. You may not initially feel like the man is heads over heels- but then after a cute and quiet date night he just looks at you all deadpan like "im so in love with you"

VERY protective. like over the top. Doesn't even like to see a man glance in your direction. Gets very nervous about you going out on your own too even if he hides it- he just doesn't want to lose you too :(

I feel in a way that he might be a little more settled down than his past self/variant. Kinda like Origins. More willing to get a nice house in the country, live a quiet peaceful life. He's been through a lot and somehow got you in the end. It's all he needs.

Not sure where to put this exactly, but I said in the past that I think he's a lot meaner than Old Man Logan- who I think is mean in a "i'm tired and sore and cranky" mean, while Worst Logan is mean in a "I don't fucking care about anything anymore " mean.

It comes out, when he's in a bad mood. He acts like he doesn't care but he does, things just hurt too much now and he's gotta shut it down

when it comes to being with you though, he begins to soften a bit more. You're able to listen and support him. His moods are never taken out on you

but you might get a sassy comment here and there

he genuinely loves you, wants things to work out. Will cut back greatly on the drinking.

won't think he deserves you, at all. will say that a lot.

everytime he looks at you it's the same lovesick face that origin logan has

I think im playing up how rough around the edges he is but I honestly think with you he'll still come off as a big sweetheart.

He'll still speak softly around you- even if you aren't together yet.

You'll catch him looking at you, an expression across his face you never seen him carry before. Something that looks like yearning

He'll melt in your arms. Hes like so much bigger than you but no one would realize by the way he just sinks into your embrace

i feel once you get to a certain point of your relationship, he'll be straight up worshipping you like the god/goddess you are

domestic life

cleaning the kitchen with him, late at night. Hes finishing up the dishes while you're wiping the counter down. You come up behind him, your hands untuck his shirt from his jeans, and your wrap your arms around him underneath the shirt, pressing kisses to his back before smushing your cheek against him and waiting for him to finish his dishes

he'll really wonder then, as he looks out into the window above the sink, over the city where your small apartment resides in- how did he get here?

will become a blushy mess when you do sweet things for him, like getting him flowers, or bringing him lunch at work, lil things like that

call him pretty. see what happens. ;)

SMUT:

Back to him being mean :)

BIG on control. He lost control of his life for years, so regaining it is def gonna show up in the bedroom

orgasm denial is a big thing with him

will mock you for begging and crying over it

sex can get really rough with him. He could be a complete sweetheart in the beginning, and the something snaps and he's choking you out with his cock, bruising the back of your throat as he pounds your mouth like a sextoy

Likes to pin you. In every way. likes seeing you squirm and struggle.

Likes to tie you up too

Smacking. Your ass and tits and cunt are going to be SORE.

Fucking into you rough and hard, you can't take it, your eyes rolling back- he smacks your face to get you back into reality. Not hard- more like a lovetap. "You with me bub?"

will give you a big wet kiss after

growling and grunting

very animal like this one

likes to spit in your mouth, feels like he's claiming you in a way

BITER!

You're gonna have bite marks!

The claws come out a lot with this one. All of them do it- but he just doesn't even try to control it, very conscious of where his hands are though

BIG on being praised

you praise him and hes gonna turn into a whimpering puppy

the switch up happens SO FAST

has probably immediately cum a few times the moments you praised him for being so good

if you want to have control for the night, just give him some praise and it's all yours

you can tie him up all you want, tease him, anything and everything long as you call him a good boy, and that you love him and he'll behave nicely as long as you keep going

he'll be a whining mess, thrusting into the air bc he needs you so bad to take care of him. he only ever needs you now.

like literally this man is two sides. fucking evil as hell in bed or the most subby whimpering man you'll ever know

dont worry, he does like praising you too

even if he's being a mean motherfucker he'll still be calling you gorgeous, talking about how good you are, how you're always going to be his

i feel like he can get pretty nasty too. Like remember the scent thing I talked about before? He'll straight up dig his nose in your armpit during sex just to get high off the pheromones and sweat coming off you.

pins your head down with his foot while fucking you (i...may have a request for this in the works....)

now i need to watch deadpool and wolverine....

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HAAS!Nico Hulkenberg x wife reader. Doing pr video together with him. Answering fans millions dollar question. Fluff, teasing, banter, kisses, suggestive. Thanks!! :))

uh boo! im back lovelies!

wifey talks (nh27)

✦ pairing - nico hulkenberg x female!wife!reader

✦ genre - all fluff

“Okay, Nico, Y/N—this should be simple. Just answer the fan questions naturally, have fun, and for godsake remember to keep it for godsake PG-13,” the PR manager warned with a pointed look before stepping aside.

Y/N smirked, shifting in her seat beside her husband. “You hear that, darling? PG-13.”

Nico rolled his eyes, already sensing trouble. “That rule is mainly for you.”

The camera started rolling, the familiar Haas logo in the background. A production assistant held up the first card. “Alright, first question—‘What’s a typical day off for you both?’”

Y/N hummed in thought. “Depends on where we are. If we’re home, Nico likes to pretend he’s a professional chef—”

“Excuse me, I actually am a fantastic cook,” Nico interrupted, feigning offense.

Y/N turned to the camera with a knowing look. “He sets off the smoke alarm making toast.”

“Lies.”

“Half-truths,” she corrected with a grin. “But if we’re traveling, we explore, eat good food, and I make him take aesthetic pictures of me.”

“Which take hours,” Nico added dramatically. “She’ll say, ‘Just one more,’ and twenty shots later, we’re still adjusting angles.”

“But you love it,” Y/N pointed out sweetly.

Nico huffed but didn’t argue, which made her beam triumphantly.

The next card was held up. “If you weren’t a driver, what job do you think Nico would have?”

“Oh, easy,” Y/N said. “A male model.”

Nico snorted. “A what?”

“Have you seen your jawline? That face was made for luxury watches and cologne ads,” she teased, trailing a finger along his sharp jaw. “Tag Heuer, if you’re watching, call us.”

Nico caught her hand, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. “Flattery will not distract me.”

“Won’t it?” she murmured, raising a brow.

He cleared his throat. “Next question.”

The assistant lifted another card. “Ah, the million-dollar question. ‘Who made the first move?’”

“Oh, this is good,” Y/N said, sitting up excitedly. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

Nico sighed. “I will, because I tell the truth.”

“Pffffftttt. Okay liar, I guess we're just making things up now..”

“I asked Y/N out first. Like a gentleman that I very much am.”

Y/N shook her head. “Half-truth. You flirted for weeks and guys just for a little bit of backstory, your guy Nico over here isn't sleek. He was a blushing red mess and wouldn’t actually ask me, so I got tired of waiting and did it myself.”

Nico smirked. “That’s what I wanted truly, for the pretty girl to ask me out. I want that... what do you call it? Ah Princess treatment! A master plan, if you will.”

“More like a cop-out you dum-dum.”

He shrugged. “Either way, I won.”

“Debatable.”

Nico leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “You married me, didn’t you baby?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile was soft. “Alright, fine. You win this round.”

“Finally.”

The assistant held up another question, but before they could answer, Y/N turned to the camera. “Can we just take a second to appreciate that after all this time, Nico still gets all smug when he wins an argument with me?”

The crew chuckled.

Nico tilted his head. “Because it’s rare.”

Y/N leaned in, whispering just loud enough for the mic to catch. “I let you win.”

He huffed a laugh before tugging her closer, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. “Liar.”

The PR manager groaned. “OH COME ON!! I said PG-13, guys.”

Y/N winked at the camera. “Oops," while going in for a quick peck on his cheek as he blushed.