#hes so cute in that pic i wanna pinch his cheek

[teddybeartoji]

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eeeeeeeee i have to give dazai some love too he has a very special place in my heart and this was just so perfect for himm:3333 my little brown cat i love him soosomuch

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[sparklingchim]

Darly! Can you write a drabble of when oc is away on a trip, and nabi is fussy (jungkook lowkey fussy too) and they call her on facetime and its all just cute and fluffy and oc comforting nabi and jungkook at the same time 🥰🥰🥰

When Seulgi proposed the idea of a little girls' trip to Jeju Island, you were buzzing with anticipation, and you eagerly packed your bags.

Fast forward to now, and you're staring at the grainy screen of your phone, witnessing two teary, doe-eyed faces looking back at you.

"Hello?" You put on your earphones to drown out the noise from the ocean. Shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, you ask, half-laughing, half-worried, "Jungkook, are you crying?"

"We both are." He tilts his phone to show you Nabi's exaggerated pout

"Mama!" she shouts, lips quivering.

"My baby," you whine with compassion. Her little cheeks are glistening with tears. Jungkook’s holding her against his chest, her tiny hand gripping his t-shirt.

"She's been doing so well since you left, but today she's missing you extra much," he explains, wiping her tears. "And seeing her upset made me miss you too."

"You're too cute." You giggle. "But you could call more, you know," you tell him, a bit upset yourself. "If you miss me so much."

"Don't wanna disturb you on your vacation," Jungkook says softly. "You deserve some time for yourself. This little girl"—he pans the camera down to show only Nabi's chubby face—"just really needed your attention right now."

"You're happy seeing me, Nabi?" A bright smile blooms on her face. You quickly take a screenshot to add to your endless collection of pictures of Nabi's adorable smiles. "How can I make you happy, Koo?"

Jungkook appears on the screen again. "Tilt your phone a bit down for me?"

A stunned laugh escapes you. "So shameless," you scold. "You'll see on ig later. I took cute pics in this bikini."

Jungkook frowns, nibbling on his lip piercing. "Your boyfriend can't see before your ig followers?"

"Just call me later." Giddiness spreads in your tummy.

"But you're sharing a room with Seulgi."

You blink, confused. "We have separate hotel rooms."

"But I saw her stuff on your bed when you showed me around your room on the first day."

"We like to get ready together. It's more fun that way," you explain.

Jungkook closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I've been missing out on this for four days when you two have separate rooms?"

You giggle. "Just call me before you go to sleep, silly."

[thoughtsforsoob]

Cute aggression with txt?

a/n: I will say this many more times but thank you so much for requesting and I am so sorry this has been rotting in my inbox :( im going to try to get better at writing more often. I took a little break (abruptly but it still happened!) but now I am back. OMG dreamies announced their tour today and I am so excited for US dates to be released. are you guys concert people because I sure am. ive been to tons. feel free to ask me about them in inbox and tell me about your experiences and anything else! please enjoy! (pics not mine! found on Pinterest!)

yeonjun

OMG he is the king of cute agression

he just finds you so adorable!

he loves doing it in public because you get so red and embarrassed when people turn in your direction

when you do it to him though...hes begging you to stop

"baby please! im not cute, Im handsome!"

soobin

he honestly is more a receiver but can give it occasionally

he loves it when you gently pinch his cheeks and kiss his face all over

hes not a fan of the big squeezes but he lets you anyway because be loves you

he loves when you tackle him down to the couch or bed just because you wanna cuddle

his favorite cute aggression to give is light tickling

beomgyu

its a competition between you both

who can give the best cute aggression...

he loves to give those bone crushing hugs that leave you gasping to breath

hes laughing at you but not for you because you pull him down towards you by his head and aggressively kiss his face

"EW! you're leaving spit on me !!!"

taehyun

he's not really a giver in this are but most certainly a reciever

how could you not give cute aggression to this cutie pie??

I feel like he's very indifferent towards in but he ultimately isn't going to get mad if you squeeze him in a bone crushing hug or ruffle his hair a little rougher than you think you are

he just enjoys receiving your affection in any way possible

huening kai

he is notorious for this type of behavior :0

who would have guessed (moa...moa would have guessed)

he shows cute aggression when he sees you wearing his clothes or when you're doing something in a cute way

he once watched you take a sip of your coffee (or other drink) from the straw and he gently poked and pinched your cheeks when you were done

your cheeks just looked so cute as you were sipping your drink!!!

he can't help it

[inamagicalhallucination]

becuz of @jalapenobee​​ ‘s tags on my cute aggression atsushi post which can be found here

#hehehehehehe#love the first one#always thought of it the other way around tho#aku sees atsushi and immediatly has the 'i need to kill it because its cute' instinct

who says it cant be both

akutagawa has cute aggression for atsushi too

akutagawa, after he starts dating atsushi: no matter how cute he is i cannot bite or pinch or-

akutagawa, after atsushi bites him for the fifth time while calling him cute: wait a second

and then he realizes he can do it too

/

atsushi: and thats why i dont believe in the moon

akutagawa squishing his cheeks between his hands: what is wrong with u and why do i like it so much

/

atsushi: *laughs*

akutagawa: *bite*

/

atsushi: *yawns*

akutagawa: *bite*

/

atsushi: hi ryu-

akutagawa: *scratch*

/

idk i feel like akutagawa gets affected by cute aggression when atsushi so much so as breathes but atsushi is good at controlling it until akutagawa gives particularly loud weirdo pathetic guy vibes

they both get it when the others’ being dumb tho

and also he doesn’t talk to atsushi like he’s a cat (a little ironic i know)

he just pops up outta nowhere to bite or pinch or squish him

oh wait one more thing

atsushi, when ryuu pops up outta nowhere and bites him: weirdo

atsushi, two minutes later: ryuu come here so i can pinch u

/

that being said akutagawa also finds weird as fuck atsushi really cute like-

atsushi: i wanna taste u

akutagawa: what

atsushi: yeah the tiger in me wants to kill u and eat u becuz it doesn’t know how to deal with emotions

akutagawa, blushing, already reaching out to squeeze atsushi as hard as he can: o-oh 

//

akutagawa when atsushi is being his ppl service self in public:

akutagawa when atsushi is just existing:

akutagawa when atsushi is being dumb or weird af:

yeah ok bye

do u guys know how hard it is to find pics of akutagawa where he isnt giving the blank bug stare 

[sugar-omi]

NVM I DID EDIT THIS AND I LITERALLY REWOTE THIS WHOLE THING THEN REWROTE THE LAST HALF SO LIKE ITS BETTER BUT ALSO KINDA SHIT BC ITS ALMOST 7 N I HAVENT SLEPT..... anyway enjoy a piece of whats going on inside emy brain <3333

tags : NSFW, step 4 cove + baxter, all readers, poly cove/reader/baxter, bottom baxter, (service) top cove, mean dom reader!!, over stimulation, they take pics/vid for you, phone sex, dirty talk

synopsis : cove and baxter have some fun while you're away.

baxter felt like his head was spinning...

just a few weeks ago he was planning a wedding, than before he knew it you and cove asked him to be your boyfriend.

and now he's over at your and cove's house, standing in your kitchen with cove draped over his back.

he can't help but squirm, the overwhelming, but welcomed, affection was new to him yet he was soaking it in like a sponge.

cove hums, nuzzling into baxter's neck and starting to press kisses down the side of his neck to his shoulder, pulling baxter's hips back into him.

baxter laughs timidly, not use or expecting this side of cove. "it's hard to make lunch with a giant on your back."

cove smiles and doesn't respond except for sucking a mark under baxter's jaw.

baxter drops the knife he was using to cut up some veg, turning around to face cove. he presses baxter up against the counter, wrapping his arms around him again.

"don't you wanna eat?" baxter pets cove's hair, cupping his cheek.

cove covers baxter's hand with his own, kissing his wrist. "mm... not hungry for food anyway."

baxter flushes, swallowing. baxter is hard to fluster, but something about this usually shy man being so forward makes baxter blush. "what're you hungry for then?"

cove grazes his teeth over baxter's wrist, teasing him. "you."

baxter hums and licks his lips, his eyes dropping to cove's lips as he weighs his options.

"kiss me then..." baxter mumbles, leaning into cove and meeting him in the middle for a deep kiss.

baxter gets lost in the feeling of cove's lips, cove's hands somehow end up under baxter's shirt.

well.. cove's shirt, since baxter lost one of his bags that had his night clothes in them.

he whines into cove's mouth, letting his hands roam over cove's toned shoulders, down his biceps and finally hooking his arms around cove's neck, just losing himself in the kiss.

cove pulls away much to baxter's displeasure, huffing through his nose.

before baxter can say anything else or pull him into another kiss, cove speaks up.

"we don't have to do anything.. i just uh..." cove laughs and smiles shyly. he's so cute. "i'm jus' happy you're here."

baxter feels his heart warm up and swell. he's never been loved like this but fuck it feels good.

baxter tangles his fingers in cove's hair, leaning towards cove. "i'm happy to be here too, so please.." baxter smirks lazily, "indulge me. i want whatever you want.."

this time baxter closes in for a kiss, much more heated than the last kiss and cove lets baxter take control, almost purring because he's so happy to have baxter in his hands.

cove's hands slip down to baxter's butt, and baxter pulls away to make a taunt but cove cuts him off, mumbling something about "jump" before lifting baxter up.

baxter jumps, mostly out of surprise, hooking his arms and legs around cove. baxter laughs, thrilled by the change of position. "oh my... well aren't you assertive." baxter purrs, basking in the flush that comes over cove's face.

cove rolls his eyes, ignoring baxter's comment and starts the trek to your bedroom.

something about cove carrying baxter is strangely arousing, and baxter takes the opportunity to latch onto cove's neck, leaving kisses and faint hickey's on his bronze skin.

cove groans, mumbling something but he seems happy so baxter keeps it up.

cove pinches his thigh, making baxter yelp. "you're gonna make us crash into the wall..."

baxter laughs. "well then pay attention, handsome."

cove doesn't respond, kicking the door open with his foot and he sits baxter on the bed like he's a piece of fine china.

baxter tugs his shirt over his head, throwing it at cove and crawling away to the middle of the bed, purposefully giving cove a view of his boxer clad butt, to make himself comfortable.

he flops onto the mountain of pillows, wiggling. "well, come get me, pretty boy."

cove is very flushed, but if the prominent bulge in his sweats are anything to go by, then this is a very good sign...

cove joins baxter in the middle of the bed, straddling him and pulling him into a kiss.

everything is a blur, and somewhere in the midst of making out, baxter started grinding into cove, moaning into his mouth.

cove falls down to baxter's neck, kissing the mole there. baxter squirms, his nails dragging down cove's back..

"do you wanna stop?" cove speaks around a mouth full of baxter's porcelain skin.

"n-no.. fuck don't stop." baxter gasps, digging his fingers into the muscles of cove's back.

baxter's world feels like it's spinning. cove is so intoxicating, and baxter needs so much more.. baxter pants, rutting up into cove. "please... fuck me.."

cove pulls away, searching baxter's gaze before he nods and reaches over to grab a condom and lube.

he abandons it nearby to tug off his sweatpants and boxers, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but baxter doesn't mind since he's equally as antsy.

baxter's eyes drop to ogle cove's length, biting his lip while he takes in the size..

cove isn't a small man, so baxter expected him to proportional downstairs as well, but thinking and seeing are two different things, and baxter has so many thoughts racing in his head.

"uh.. baxter?" cove speaks up, snapping baxter outta his daze. baxter hums, signaling cove to continue.

"we don't have to go all the way.. or you could top me? whatever you want." cove smiles, feeling sheepish but wanting to be comforting.

"maybe next time, but for now..." baxter starts tugging his boxers off, throwing them off to the side. "i need you in me."

cove swallows, nodding. "tell me if you wanna stop."

baxter should've expected it, or at least have a fleeting thought. cove is so active and so loving that it makes sense that he takes multiple rounds to shower you in pleasure.

but he didn't, and now cove is slowly pulling him apart with his mouth on baxter's cock, holding his hand and keeping his hips down by pressing on baxter's abdomen.

cove takes baxter down his throat, his tongue easily lapping at the bottom of his cock and when he pulls back, a dirty mix of spit and pre-cum fall from cove's puckered lips, pumping his fist over baxter's cock before diving back in.

baxter gasps, his stomach straining when he sucks in a sharp breath. he's gonna cum..

"cove-!" baxter cries, tugging on cove's hair and whining about how close he is. cove is persistent, keeping his lips wrapped around baxter's cock as he cums into cove's waiting mouth.

baxter pants, covering his face with his arm.

fuck he's so sensitive..

cove starts kissing his inner thighs, smiling when baxter gasps and his cock twitches, still hard and flushed.

"you're so cute.." cove purrs, a smile in his voice. baxter peaks at him, watching cove's every move.

cove kisses baxter's hand, "still want more?"

baxter nods, "please.."

cove smiles and reaches for the lube, pouring it over his fingers and settling himself between baxter's legs.

baxter sighs, letting cove work him open with his fingers. "mm-"

cove captures him in a kiss, soaking up baxter's moans, sinking his fingers into his pliable hole, scissoring and massaging his insides with his long digits..

baxter tries to speak in between kisses. "ahh- hurry.. *kiss* up!"

"i never knew you were so impatient." cove laughs, kissing baxter's cheek.

cove sits up, baxter huffs at the loss, but doesn't complain since cove rips the packet open and is rolling it over his cock before baxter can come up with something.

cove kisses baxter's thigh that's propped up on his shoulder, soothing baxter's stuttered moans with praise as he sinks into him.

"that's it... good boy." cove holds his hand, waiting for baxter to get accustomed to every ink of dick cove sinks into him.

by the time he's taken cove to the hilt he's panting and dazed. he's so full, and cove towering over him like this makes him feel small and vulnerable, and it feels amazing to be smothered like this.

cove laughs, stroking one of baxter's thighs. "you okay? still with me, darling?"

baxter exhales, melting at the pet name you two have dubbed for him. baxter grips the pillows, blinking away his haze. "mm. you.. you can move now."

cove nods, kissing baxter's thigh again and pulls his hips back slowly. baxter hums lowly, enjoying the drag of cove's cock against his gummy walls.

cove pauses, looking up at baxter. "how do you want it?"

baxter bites his lip. oh?

he grins arrogantly and purrs. "hard. don't pull any punches, i want you."

cove doesn't respond verbally, snapping his hips into baxter making him moan loudly.

oh fuck-

baxter barely has time to think, cove's hips rearing back to fuck his hard and deep, his tip bumping into baxter's prostate and making him moan loudly.

it's really good you aren't at his apartment. he'd definitely be getting a noise complaint because baxter doesn't stifle any of his noise.

not that cove would let him anyway, since when baxter turns to bury his face in the pillow, cove smacks his thigh. it doesn't hurt, but it still surprises him.

cove gazes at him lasciviously. "don't hide from me."

baxter nods, panting. "yes, sir."

cove's brow twitches, but instead of biting back at baxter's tease, he thrusts his hips up sharply, making him gasp. cove takes ahold of baxter's hips, holding him in place as he starts bullying baxter's insides.

"ohh fuck-" baxter pulls on the sheets, taking cove's assault. baxter drops his face into the pillow, his load moaning muffled.

cove leans down to bite on baxter's ear, "don't hide your face, i wanna see you fall apart."

baxter moans, turning his head so he's not half-buried in the pillow and cove rewards him with a kiss. he locks hands with baxter, another reward for taking the assault on his insides so well.

cove kisses his cheeks, muttering praise. "good boy, you're doing so well."

cove reaches between them and starts stroking baxter's cock, swiping his thumb over the leaky head. baxter's legs start to shake and he drags his nails down cove's shoulder.

"i-i'm too sensitive!" baxter pants out weakly, but cove just kisses him.

"i know you can cum again for me, you're a good boy aren't you?" cove sings, kissing baxter's cheeks again as he pants and shakes from cove working his sensitive cock.

"i- i'm gonna!" baxter clings onto cove, his toes curly as he cums weakly all over his stomach.

"that's it~ good boy..." cove praises him, working him through his orgasm.

cove goes to say something else, but his phone lighting up from half way under the pillow alerts him. he snatches it up, realizing it's you texting him that you're on the way home from work and going to pick up some take-out for dinner.

💘Y/N💘: otw home, just going to get some take-out 💘Y/N💘: y'all having fun over there?

cove reads baxter the text, and he looks like he wants to say something but doesn't.

baxter smirks lazily, knowing exactly what he's thinking. "do it."

cove blinks owlishly. "what?" "you wanna take a picture of me covered in my cum and split open on your dick right? take it." baxter squirms, purposefully pushing his hips back so cove's cock bumps against his twitchy insides.

cove pants, swallowing as he fumbles to go to the camera app.

baxter has a lust-drunk smile on his face, and even though he feels a wave of fluster wash over him he doesn't hide his face and lets cove take the picture.

cove sends it with a shaky exhale, throwing the phone to the side and he folds himself over baxter. "you're dirty." baxter smiles, glancing at his lips. "you thought about it first."

they don't say anything else, falling into another hot kiss and cove tries to speak without breaking apart.

"flip- mmm, over. *kiss* i haven't came yet.."

baxter obeys, panting shakily when cove slips out of him so baxter can get comfortable on his stomach, slipping a pillow under his hips.

suddenly his phone starts ringing again and baxter picks it up just as cove slips into him. cove sees the caller id, "answer it."

baxter can hear the coyness in his voice but he answers it anyway, excited to see where this is going.

"h- oh!" baxter shouts, cove suddenly snapping his hips into baxter and filling him up.

you forgo any greetings, and after the picture you received you didn't really need one. "you guys are naughty. i'm trying to get us food and you're at home being a couple sluts."

they both moan at your degrading words, and it just makes you laugh. "look at you, can't even answer the phone without moaning like you're in heat."

baxter pants, fisting the sheets. "i-it's... cove just filled me up so suddenly..."

he tries to refute but its useless.

"i know baby, cove is using you like a cock sleeve?" you sympathize, and baxter tries to appreciate it but now cove is holding his hips up and fucking into him wildly and all he can do is moan loudly into the phone.

"oh but you like it don't you, darling?" you purr.

fuck. baxter didn't know you had a side like this to you. a side so dirty yet so fucking attractive.

"just let cove take care of you until i'm back, but for now i want you to stay on the phone and tell me how cove's fucking you."

baxter moans loudly at that, embarrassed but way too aroused by your wish. "h-he's.. *pant* his cock is, hitting my prostate," baxter's words drag and slur.

you hum, "it feels good, doesn't it, darling? it's been awhile since you've been fucked like that, huh?"

your voice is taunting, but it's full of allure and baxter is swimming in it. god he doesn't know what he's going to do when you're here and he's sandwiched between you two.

"hand the phone to cove baby, i wanna see you get fucked."

baxter shakily hands the phone back to cove, and cove lets go of one of his hips to fumble for the camera app. "hi covey." you purr. "y-y/n.." cove pants, picking up the pace suddenly. something about you on the phone while he's fucking your boyfriend is so... hot.

"take a video for me baby, doesn't have to be long, jus' wanna see you."

cove mumbles a string of yes' and he flips the phone so he can get a better angle of his cock pounding baxter's sweet, poor insides.

baxter loses himself in cove's assault, reaching between him and the pillow to tug on his cock. he whines loudly, cove shifting so he's practically mounting baxter so he can abuse his prostate.

"t-that it.." cove swallows, caressing baxter's hip lovingly. "good boy..."

baxter exhales, soaking up the praise. "cove! please.. cum, want you to cum..."

cove leans over him, positioning the camera blindly as he tries to steal a kiss from baxter.

after getting the phone in a decent spot off to the side, giving you a crooked side view. cove takes baxter's hips between his hands again, urging him to relax by smoothing a hand down his back.

"cove!" baxter shouts, the bed bumping against the wall as cove continues his onslaught.

"just a little more, darling..." cove pants, focusing on the way he pistons in and out of baxter.

collapsing on top of baxter, his forehead against baxter's sweaty back, cove ruts into him with a low groan, filling the condom as baxter cums weakly all over the pillow underneath him.

while they're basking in the aftermath, panting and trying to come back to earth, you laugh, making them startle.

"that's gonna be a video for the year." there's rustling and the sound of a engine starting. "i'm coming home now, so no more fun until i get back."

baxter pants, conjuring up a taunt. "and what if we don't wanna wait?"

"even pretty boys get punished, so wait."

the phone clicks as it hangs up.

baxter inhales sharply when cove slowly pulls out of him, and he looks over his shoulder to watch cove languidly tie off the condom and push his hair away from his face, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

oh yeah, he's not waiting.

[jongseobsnumber1fan]

Baby pics (low key breeding kink)

Y/n? What are you guys talking about?

He sat next to you on the couch, his mother on the couch opposite to you both. His hand found its way to your thigh, like it usually did.

I was Just about to show Y/n your old pictures !

What old pictures..?

Suddenly, his mother walked out with a pretty hefty photo book.

This is the photo book that we had while Chanyoung was growing up, I thought you might like to see it too!

You happily flipped through the pages, each individual page earning a new, adorable sound escaping your mouth.

Look at this! Toni! You were so cute baby, Oh! Look at you.. You look so squishy! I just wanna pinch your little cheeks! Look! Look at this one!

Oh.. that’s.. that’s a really bad picture.. Why is that one in the book?

It’s in the book because it’s your 7th birthday! You were so small still..

You were so small Toni! I wonder when your growth spurt hit you.. because it hit you like a semi truck.

The 3 of you laughed for a while, watching each picture carefully. Eventually it was time to sleep.

Anton pulled the blankets on his bed down, he saw you looking in the mirror so he stood up and grabbed your waist, bringing you to the bed.

Toni..?

Yea? I-Is something wrong Y/n?

I want you to get me pregnant.

Y/n! What!?

Just.. looking at you as a baby, look how cute you were.. imagine a cute little baby that looks like you, I’d die! It would be so cute Toni! Please?

I’m not getting you pregnant Y/n. Not now atleast.. And I was hoping that your genes would take over when we have kids..

What? No! Toni look at yourself, you’re the cutest!

But you’re beautiful Y/n, even without your makeup you still look like.. like a goddess almost.. If anything I would want our kids to look more like you.

Don’t say that.

How come?

Because when you talk like that.. It Really makes me want you to get me pregnant..

[nikethestatue]

Princess Tea Party (Part 2)

A Walk in the Park

Elain Archeron Week 'Free Day' @elainarcheronweek

Warning: Explicit

Part 1 Azriel and Darius Night

Elain Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Feyre Archeron

“He said that?” Nesta’s normally cool, composed voice was sounding semi-hysterical.

“Yep,” Elain popped the ‘P’.

“He literally said ‘I am gonna fuck all your holes’?” Nesta demanded. “Just like that?”

“Yep.”

“That’s some next level dirty talk right out of the gate,” Nesta muttered, sighing with what Elain had assumed was admiration. “Do you even understand what that means?”

“What does it mean?” Elain asked weakly, throwing her legs up on the back of the sofa.

Once she was able to process what had transpired–and that was a bit of an exaggeration that she ‘processed’ it, because truthfully, she sure as fuck didn’t process anything that Azriel had said to her–she went to call her sister. She had to share this crazy ass day with someone. She needed to share Azriel with someone! 

“And what did you say?” Nesta inquired like they were discussing what to get for lunch.

“Ummm, I certainly didn’t tell me ‘please fuck all my holes, Darius’s dad, whose last name I don’t know!”

“You don’t need a last name to have a guy all up in your business,” Nesta noted. 

“Your moral compass is all skewed,” Elain replied, wondering how they were even sisters.

“What does he look like again?” Suddenly Feyre’s voice popped on the line and Elain groaned, having not noticed that Nesta got their younger sister on the three-way call. 

“Apparently, he is an Armani-model-biker-gang-leader-mafia-pornstar,” Nesta reported unhelpfully.

“He is not a pornstar!” Elain objected nervously.

“He talks like one,” Feyre argued reasonably.

“He told her he is gonna fuck her ass,” Nesta piped in, and Elain begged, “ohmagod, please stop!”

“Wow, first convo butt sex…the gentleman does not believe in wasting time,” Feyre laughed obnoxiously, adding a low whistle to the mix.

“Oh and he told her he was gonna finger her too,” Nesta added, while Elain was glad that she wasn’t facetiming with them, because her face was burning up.

“Is that before or after the butt stuff?” Feyre inquired.

“That was a whole separate conversation,”

“Ellie, you sure you are still a virgin?” Feyre teased. “After this much dirty talk, you might have naturally de-virginised yourself! Or he,”

“Screw you both!” Elain hissed. “I am not a virgin. I got a kid!”

“Still kind of a virgin,” Nesta said decisively. “And imagine his skills in the bedroom if he can dirty talk you up like that? He can probably hammer your pussy to the point where you don’t know which way is up or down,”

“Are you kidding me now?” 

“Not at all. This is one confident man!”

“So,” Feyre interrupted, “do we have a pic of this studly dirty-mouthed baby daddy?”

Elain sighed dramatically and then said prissily,

“Okay. I took a pic. Before the party started.”

“Ahhh you did!”

“I want it. I need it!” Feyre begged like a needy teenager.

“Oh god. I’ll send it, but I don’t want you to make a fuss,” Elain warned, but Nesta immediately shot that down.

“If he is worth making a fuss over, we’ll make a fuss!”

Wincing, Elain sent the photo to her nutty sisters.

It was a really cute photo–seven girls, all dressed up as princesses and holding plaques with their names on them–Isabella, Tay, Karo, Nell, Tee, Caroline, Cassie and then, there was Darius, who held a sign that said ‘Dari’ because when Elain made it, she didn’t know he was a boy. She and Azriel stood in the background. 

“Sweet baby Moses,” Feyre gushed breathlessly.

“Let him do the butt stuff with you!” Nesta encouraged immediately.

“I knew this was gonna happen,” Elain moaned.

“And Oh. My. God. His kid!” Feyre’s voice became screechy on the other side. 

“He looks like a cartoon character,” Nesta laughed. “This is the cutest darn kid in history. He looks like a little paperboy from ‘Peaky Blinders’,”

“He is wearing suspenders,” Feyre cooed softly. “I wanna pinch him and his fat cheeks!!!”

“But look at this prime piece of male real estate,” Nesta commented. “Oh-la-la. I’d ride him up and down the highway of all this very black, and very expensive clothing,”

“You are sick,” Elain muttered.

“No sweetheart,” Nesta interrupted, “this is a hella hot man.”

“He looks like a Pinterest model,” Feyre agreed. “All broody and tattoo-ty.”

There was a pause, and Nesta added, her tone more serious than before, “As I look at this, I can say that you two honestly look really good together.”

“What?” Elain wasn’t sure if her sister was joking, but it didn’t sound like it.

“Yes, I agree,” Feyre said. “You look like you…belong. Even though it’s obviously ridiculous because he is this tattooed hunk of burnin’ love and you are a fairy tale princess,”

“I am not!”

“You are. And yet, you two look really good together.”

After her sisters were done ogling the photo, Elain asked,

“What do I do with him?”

“You go for it!” Feyre said immediately.

“Surprisingly, I agree with her,” Nesta added. “This is a not-to-be missed experience. Besides, he is hot for you. You don’t need to work for it. I mean, you could be sitting on Tinder, swiping up and down, right and left, but you got this gorgeous man primed and ready for you–pop quiz, what do you do?”

“I take it I should go for it?” Elain asked quietly.

“That’s a resounding ‘yes!’,” Feyre boomed. 

“But like…he is so big…”

“That’s your excuse? He is ‘big’?” Nesta challenged.

“But he is! He is like 9 feet tall!”

“Okay, well then, you know he is hung. At least you’ve got that going for you,”

“I don’t want hung,” Elain muttered feebly.

“No, you definitely do want hung. Trust me,” Feyre assured her. “You don’t want a guy like that rocking a decapitated mushroom down there. You pray he is hung.”

Groaning loudly, Elain didn’t answer.

“Pray tell, what does the young gent do for a living?” Nesta asked. “Considering the state of his wardrobe and the fact that he puts his son in Burberry pants, I’d say he is pretty well off.”

“I think he is a photographer,” Elain answered lamely.

“A photographer?!” Feyre was laughing. “I think he is a drug dealer,”

“What does he drive?” Nesta piped in.

“He is not a drug dealer,” Elain snapped. “A Maybach.”

“I am sorry. WHAT? A Maybach??”

“Yeah, I was surprised as well.”

“Where does he live?”

“I don’t know, but they brought cookies from the Cherry Creek Whole Foods and they walk around Wash park, so I guess somewhere around there?”

“Shit,” Feyre whistled again. “The dude is loaded! Forget what I said about the decapitated mushroom for a penis. Even if he has that, that’s okay. At least you can cry about it in your Maybach.”

“You are so gross,” Elain was shaking her head. 

“Practical, babe, I am practical. Not gross,” Feyre insisted. “Also, I vote for ‘drug dealer’. Or, or–maybe he is in the mafia?!?! That would be cool!”

“Yeah. So cool.”

“Final question,” Nesta interrupted them.

“Thank the lord,” Elain muttered.

“Does he have a brother?”

“In fact he does. His name is Cass.”

“Feel free to hook me up with this Cass character,” Nesta suggested.

“What happened to Tomas?” Elain asked in confusion, though her older sister wasn’t exactly known for high rates of fidelity. She went from man to man like it was her god-given right.

“Keeping my options open,” Nesta said breezily.

“Well, y’all have fun with your hookups. I am 20,” Feyre announced. “I am going to Barcelona. That’s what I care about.”

“Oh, Ellie,” Nesta cooed. “Make sure to wax everything. Most guys are not into…forestation.”

“I don’t have any forestation!” Elain screamed. 

“Good for you, girl. Keep it that way.”

-

Azriel and Darius Night

When Darius was in the bathtub, it resembled a baby elephant splashing in a kiddie pool. Messy, wet and hilarious. 

Azriel was absolutely drenched by now, as he tried to wrestle Darius into the towel and dry him. 

“Go potty before bed,” Azriel ordered him, while he went to get Darius’s PJs, which he’d have to lasso onto him the moment his son was off the toilet. 

Darius didn’t know how to pee standing up yet, so he sat on the toilet, kicking his legs, pontificating.

“Dada.”

“Yeah,” Azriel returned to the bathroom and pulled off his soaking wet t-shirt, before putting Darius’s pyjama top on him. 

“Why you don’t talk to me today, da?” 

“What do you mean? Of course I am talking to you,”

“No,” Darius shook his head. “We talk a lot. Today after party, we don’t talk so much.”

Azriel couldn't argue. He was surprised that Darius noticed it, but his boy was correct.

Azriel’s head was filled with something else–namely, Elain Archeron. 

That woman took him completely by surprise–it’s not that he even had a type, but he certainly didn’t think that she would be his type. And yet, here he was. He found her blindingly beautiful, but there was more to it than just basic sexual attraction. There was a warmth about her, and something so genuine that she seemed tailor made for him, for his needs and wants. The fact that she seemed to really like his son didn’t hurt either. She was inviting, and had an incredible combination of steely strength and delicate fragility in her, which made the inner Neanderthal in him roar with protective urges, and the man in him wanted to dominate and take her as his. He equally hated and liked that Elain kind of blew him off. That she was innocent was obvious, but she also stood her ground, despite the onslaught of him. Normally, he wasn’t that pushy and mouthy, but fuck if she didn’t make him lose his cool. The need in him for her was rabid. Yet his girl was all ‘nope. You ain’t getting a piece of this any time soon’. And as frustrating as that was, he respected her and her wishes. Though he also very much hoped that she’d change her mind.

“Sorry, Dari,” Azriel helped him into his pyjama pants and then Darius climbed into his bed. 

He yawned and admitted, “I tired, dada. This party was fun, but I tired.”

“It was a fun party,” Azriel agreed. “You don’t want me to read you a book?”

Darius shook his head and said, “no, no book today. I wanna sleep.”

He clutched his stuffed bat Brute to his chest–Brute the Bat was Cassian’s present, obviously, because it was totally normal to give babies toy bats–and reached to turn off the light on his nightstand.

Azriel stooped and kissed his son’s forehead. 

“Good night then, Dar. Sleep well.”

Just before Azriel exited the bedroom, Darius said quietly,

“Dada, you know I don’t have mama.”

At that, Azriel turned abruptly and stared at the tiny mound under the blanket. Darius had never mentioned not having a mother before. He always just kind of accepted that it was him and his dad. And now, it was he, his dad and his uncle. But he never complained about not having a mother, or even acknowledged the fact.

“You have me,” Azriel said firmly.

“Yes. I know. I love you, da,” Darius nodded calmly. “But if Lain wanna be mama, then I am happy.”

“What?” Azriel murmured, his palms suddenly feeling clammy. This wasn't what he was expecting his son to tell him.

“Yeah, I like Lain,” Darius decided. “She is pretty and nice. And if she wanna be family with me, then this is good and I want it.”

“Okay,” was all Azriel managed. It wasn’t much, but he was literally lost for words.

“If you want to ask her, dada, you do it. I can ask too. And then Isa is gonna be family too.”

“I’ll try, Dari. I promise. But I don’t know…”

Darius yawned again and muttered, “she like me, dada. And she like you too much.”

At that, Azriel gawked at his strange child and asked, feeling both foolish and hopeful, “why do you think so?”

“She wanted to give you hugs and kisses,” Darius told him with utmost confidence. 

Azriel chuckled, “nah, big guy, I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, she did,” Darius nodded. “You just don’t know it.”

Sunday.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

On Wednesday, at 5:30pm Azriel perked up, when he saw a woman in shorts and with a ponytail appear near the start of the trail at the pond. She was holding a little girl’s hand too. 

But it wasn’t Elain.

And that realisation smacked him in the chest like a ton of bricks.

He wanted it to be Elain.

Thursday.

Friday.

He didn’t have her phone number.

He considered accosting her at the preschool, but he also promised her that he wouldn’t bother her. That the next steps would be up to her. And he wanted to keep his promise. But he was also desperately depressed by now. A whole week passed and Azriel still thought of Elain. Craved Elain. Wanted Elain. Fantasised about Elain. Spoke to Elain in his head. He relieved all the small details of their afternoon together. The jokes. The confessions. The stories. He recalled her sweet blushes and how she got so flustered with his come-ons. He just loved the way that she was–her beautiful golden skin, her freckles which clung stubbornly only to her cute nose, her absolutely lush brown hair and the dark brown eyes the colour of chocolate. Those soft rosy lips that resembled a tulip and her small, scarred hands, with neat square nails, which he dreamt of and wished to feel on his skin. She wore simple leather sandals with her white dress, and she had the prettiest toes, her nails varnished with the same pale pearl colour as is on her hands. He loved everything–he loved her thick lashes, her toes, the birthmark on her neck, the tiny tattoo on her wrist with an ‘I’ and a marigold flower wrapped around the letter, the simple gold chain around her throat, the way her plump breasts created the most tempting cleavage in the cut of her dress. 

He imagined what it would be like to wake next to her in the morning–to watch her sleepy and satiated and not on her guard, because she was comfortable with him and trusted him. He imagined her padding barefoot to wake the kids and then he’d make breakfast for everyone and she’d kiss his neck when she finally came to the kitchen, wearing only his t-shirt. 

He imagined many things. 

Only none would come to pass. Because it was Friday. 

And Elain certainly hasn’t been thinking about him.

Until…

This wasn’t his proudest moment, but he’d spent hours searching for Elain’s Instagram page. Who knew that there were like 300 million cooking pages out there? But he was determined to find hers, so he spent hours every evening typing everything from ‘Elain Archeron’ to ‘healthy cooking’ to ‘salad recipe’ to ‘Denver cooking’ and on and on. Nothing. Yes, he’s gotten a 1000 more salad recipes, but no Elain.

That was the frustrating failure on his part, until last night, when something struck him–the marigold flower on her wrist. So he typed ‘Marigold Catering Denver’ and lo and behold, there she was. He found her cooking blog page, and there, a link to her Insta. And then he proceeded to watch videos of her cooking, moving, smiling, dicing, slicing, expertly flipping pancakes and steaks and omelettes and looking luscious and gorgeous in the manner of Nigella Lawson. She had a similar aura–unpretentious, unfussy, attractive, effortlessly trustworthy and watchable. It was a bit of a con, of course–no one was that polished, while looking beguiling, yet adorably inept. It was a front that seduced the audience into thinking that they could also do this–look like a slightly dishevelled model with a messy braid, sumptuous breasts and a tiny waist, preparing healthy, yet delicious looking dishes, while assuring everyone that it was ‘simple and easy’. 

The last two videos were recent–one from last week, the other, from Tuesday.

He clicked on the one from last week which was called…The Princess Tea Party. There, Elain was giving the blow-by-blow of how to make a ‘healthy’ afternoon tea. All those cakes and pastries that the toddlers were gorging on were apparently sugarless, mostly gluten free and full of healthy ingredients. Could’ve fooled him!

And then finally, he clicked on the most recent video.

It felt voyeuristic. He was observing something private, which was of course ridiculous, but at the same time, this was the only video where they’d already been acquainted. He already knew her and wanted her. She shot it after he’d touched her and for whatever reason, it felt intimate. He held those small delicate fingers in his hand, and the pearly nail polish was the same as at the tea party. 

I made a new friend over the weekend, Elain was saying into the camera. She was smiling, her hair artfully tossed over her shoulder, her voluptuous figure cinched into a silk cobalt-blue blouse with fluttering sleeves. And on her wrist, a silver bracelet. Azriel’s heart jolted in his chest when he saw it–she didn’t take it off and it dangled over her wrist like his own personal brand. She continued saying and he made us this incredible salad! I should’ve been paying more attention to what he was doing and what he put into it, but we were having a good time and there was white wine involved…

A cute, but sexy giggle escaped her pink lips, while she began listing out the ingredients.

He was a miracle worker with this salad. So I hope that I can recreate it and do him justice.

So…maybe she was thinking about him after all?

He watched the video four times, back to back. 

He studied every smile, every flirtatious movement of her shoulders, the innocent expression of her big brown doe eyes. He watched her chomp on lettuce, pop tomatoes into her mouth, crunch on a cucumber slice. It was perfect.

“You forgot the radishes, baby,” he whispered in the end. Smiling at last.

-

“Dada, let’s go already!” Darius demanded, loitering by the door, being super dramatic about waiting for five minutes.

“The park is not going to go anywhere,” Azriel told him, looking at his phone.

Darius pouted and muttered, “you be mean, dada.”

“I am not being mean,” Azriel argued. He wasn’t. But he was in a foul mood. 

He couldn’t believe that a week later, Elain didn’t show up, and he was still absolutely desperate for her. He was not a desperate guy. He could probably have most if not all women that he wanted. The problem was that he didn’t want any women. Not until he’d met Elain. For the past year, back in NYC, he hardly even got laid, mostly because he didn’t want to leave Darius with a sitter and because it all just seemed like a tedious production. He couldn't take a woman to his house, not with his baby son there, so it either had to be her place or a hotel, and then it all seemed too complicated somehow, and he just lost interest. 

Elain was different though. She already saw him with Darius, she knew who he was and what mattered to him. Nothing with her would be a production. It would be natural and organic.

“Alright, let’s go,” Azriel took Darius’s puffy hand in his and they left the penthouse. 

“Is Lain and Isa gonna come?” Darius asked hopefully.

It came harsher than he intended to, but Azriel all but barked ‘no’.

Darius gave him an accusing look, pursing his lips. 

In the elevator, he pressed the button and then said, “I think maybe they gonna come, da.”

“I doubt it. They have their own lives, Darius. They are busy.”

“Hmmm,” Darius only offered a doubtful hum and didn’t say anything further. 

In the vast lobby of the building, the three concierge guys waved to them. 

“Hey Darius!” they greeted him.

He was a popular staple around here, and he immediately veered off and went to the reception desk.

“Hi!” he said. “You have good day?”

“We are having a pretty good day. You going on your daily walk, buddy?”

“Yeah, with dada,” he nodded.

“You want a sticker?” one of them offered.

“Your shoes are cool!” said another. 

“When I die and come back in another life, I want to be Darius,” muttered the third.

“Can I have two stickers?” Darius requested.

“Dari, you don't need two,” Azriel scolded him lightly, nodding to the guys in greeting.

“Yeah I need it, dada,” Darius insisted. “If Isa come, I have to give her one.”

“She is not coming,” Azriel said abruptly, but Darius ignored him and extended his hand for the stickers.

“Who is Isa, Dari? Your girlfriend?” the concierge asked, as he gave up two stickers.

“Yeah, she is my good friend,” Darius confirmed, taking the stickers and then politely thanking everyone. 

“Whatever you did with this kid, man, you did it right,” one of the guys said to Azriel.

And Azriel smiled. Because if nothing else, he had an amazing son.

It was a decent half a mile walk to the park, so Azriel usually carried Darius, so he didn’t get too tired and could still run in the park. Darius was clutching his two stickers in his hand, loudly contemplating which one he wanted more. 

Suddenly, he yelled ‘dada, see! Lain and Isa! Lain! And Isa!’

And then he nearly fell out of Azriel’s arms, startling him to a near heart attack.

“Darius!”

But Darius was running at full speed, waving and yelling ‘Isa! Lain! I come!’

That’s when Azriel saw them.

His girls.

Elain glowed like the sun at dawn, her hair lit up with streaks of bronze and gold. She was wearing a maxi skirt, flat sandals and a form fitting white shirt which reminded Azriel of a corset or something. Whatever it was, it did wonders to her breasts. 

Darius and Isabella were hugging like they hadn’t seen each other in months, when it’s only been a few hours since they parted in school.

Azriel approached slowly, taking his time and taking in Elain’s beauty.

At last, he reached her and said, keeping his voice oh-so-casual, “Well, took you long enough.”

She huffed a shy laugh, and he watched her blush prettily under his scrutiny.

“Maybe I missed you,” she said at last.

“Maybe you did.”

“Did you miss me?” she asked softly.

“Desperately,” he confessed heatedly, all teasing and joking leaving his tone.

There was a moment when they stood there, looking at each other. And then Azriel asked, his voice quiet, and somehow broken,

“Why did you come, Elain?”

“You told me to come…” she reminded him breathlessly.

He put his heavy hands on her shoulders and then threaded his fingers behind her neck, keeping her in place.

“What if I didn’t tell you? Would you have come otherwise?”

She licked her lips and murmured in response,

“I’ve been dreaming of you every night since we’ve met. And last night, I dreamt that I was happy. With you. You made me so happy. So I figured, why not try it outside of the dreams? I want to try to be happy with you, Azriel.”

“Okay then. You will come to my home and I will feed you and your daughter.”

She smirked.

“That’s a thing with you. Feeding.”

“What can I say,” he shrugged. 

“Also, I missed Darius,” she admitted. “A lot. He is someone who leaves an impression.”

“He certainly does.”

Releasing her neck, Azriel took her hand firmly in his, and tugged her alongside him.

The sun was barely beginning to set and the park was full of joggers, people with their dogs and with their babies, families and couples. 

“How do we do this?” Elain asked, her voice timid and uncertain.

“Together,” he answered. “We do it together. I make you fall in love with me and then you are mine.”

She barked a laugh.

“Is that the plan then?”

“That’s it.”

-

Elain Archeron

The building where Azriel lived was one of the best in Denver. Elain had passed by it a few times before, but it was exclusive and tucked back behind a vast courtyard. She never really paid attention to it, seeing as that she was never going to step foot into it. How wrong she was. 

The lobby was huge, with plush couches, a grand piano!, armchairs, two reception desks, lots of glass and steel and wood and artwork. There was even a coffee station that made all kinds of drinks, and Darius demanded ‘I want hot chocolate!’ to which Azriel told him that he’d get it after dinner. Unsurprisingly, Isabella also asked for hot chocolate immediately after.

“Is that Captain Sandy from ‘Below Deck Mediterranean’?” Elain whisper-shouted and Azriel smiled at her and nodded. 

“Yeah, she lives here. A bunch of football and basketball players too. From the Broncos and the Nuggets.”

“That’s wild! I’ve never even seen a celebrity,” she confessed. 

“You are in the right place to spot them.”

They took the elevator to the top floor, while Darius pressed the button with one finger, and grabbed Elain’s hand with his other hand, holding onto her. Azriel noticed it, but didn’t comment. 

To get inside Azriel’s apartment, you needed fobs and codes and passes of all kinds and when they entered, Elain understood why.

It was massive. A glass cube, perched on top of the building, with a wrap around terrace and 365 degree views from every side.

She just stood there, gawking, while Darius grabbed Isa’s hand and said, ‘wanna see my room?’

They disappeared at once, talking loudly, laughing and saying stuff only they understood, while Elain just stood there and took it all in. One side of the apartment overlooked downtown Denver, the other, Wash Park, the third looked out at the mountains in the distance, and the fourth had a sprawling view of the city.

“Are you a drug dealer?” she asked quietly.

At that, Azriel burst out laughing, as he shook his head, and moved towards the incredible kitchen which was far beyond anything seen on HGTV or Insta. This was something else–with expensive appliances, stunning cabinetry, designer lighting, chrome and marble–this was an Architectural Digest kind of a kitchen.

“No. Not a drug dealer. I am a photographer,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, it’s like saying that Martha Stewart is a ‘caterer’. What do you photograph, exactly?”

She did notice really impressive black and white photos scattered strategically on the walls. They were artsy and sharp, some completely abstract, others of cityscapes, and even faceless people. 

“I used to be a fashion photographer,” he explained, as he tied an apron around his slim waist. It only emphasised the breadth of her massive shoulders and Elain swallowed discreetly, very taken with the very presence of him. She was reminded yet again of how truly devastatingly handsome he was.

“Like models?” Elain inquired, as she made a slow circle around the vast open space that was the apartment. Azriel watched her, while he washed his hands, before nodding.

“Yes. Editorials for various magazines–Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Marie Claire. It was a fluke really. When I was in the Marines, I liked to take photos of just random things.”

“You are a Marine?” she whirled and looked at him in shock.

“I am. So is my brother Cassian. But we are retired. Anyway, I took some nice photos, and my buddies put on a little exhibition. From there, word spread and the next thing I know, I am being invited to photograph barely dressed girls. It was a strange transition, but I spent about 7 years doing shoots all over the world. Not a bad job.”

“Apparently,” Elain frowned at him, and then asked, “and Darius’s mother? Was she one of the models?”

“She was,” he confirmed, as he began pulling things out of the refrigerator. “You probably know her,”

“She is famous?”

“She is. She goes by The Morrigan. I always told her that the ‘the’ is dumb,” he rolled his eyes, but Elain was gawking at him. The Morrigan was one of the biggest models in the world–even those who didn’t know anything about fashion, knew who she was. She was equally famous for her unruly behaviour, as she was for her bombshell beauty. And Azriel was in a relationship with her. 

Elain didn’t respond, but only continued her slow perusal of the apartment. The bedrooms were in the back, and she heard the kids’ voices coming from a corridor.

She didn’t want to think about the fucking Morrigan, or was it the fucking The Morrigan? She wasn’t sure, but she didn't want to imagine Azriel with her. Didn’t want to imagine him with any models, frankly.

Suddenly, while her brain was working in overdrive, conjuring wild images of passionate embraces between Azriel and faceless naked models,  Azriel’s muscular arm slipped around her shoulders from behind, and he rested his chin on top of her head, whispering ‘come here’. Elain wrapped her hands over his thick forearm and he kissed her temple.

“Don’t think about them, beautiful. I am not a player like that, and truthfully, that part of my life is over. Seven years was enough. I am not a drug dealer or a coke head. I’ve made a name for myself and a shit ton of money and that’s all that matters.”

“And now?” 

“And now, I still photograph, but I specialise in celebs now–their private photos, or their editorials. That’s what pays the bills–the money is very good.”

“I can see that,” she noted dryly and he laughed.

“I like action photography–sports, nature, cities. That’s what I do for myself and for sales. That’s where my heart is at. Not celebrities and their weirdly named babies like Lucky Charms, and Huggie Lovie, or Baby Mr. T, and Antarctica.”

Elain was shaking in his arms with laughter. 

“Rich coming from a man who named his son Darius!”

Pretending outrage, he cried out, “Excuse me?! What the hell is wrong with Darius?”

“It’s a hella name for a baby.”

“He is fine. He carries it well.”

“I love Darius, actually,” she admitted.

He said nothing, but only nosed into her head, holding her against his massive chest, the steel bands of his arms wrapped tightly around her chest.

“I am scared, Azriel,” Elain breathed.

“Of what, baby?”

“Of not doing this right. Of losing you before I even got you,”

“You got me, beautiful,” he insisted. “Don't worry.”

“But what if I am just not good enough? You dated The Morrigan,”

“You mean the chick who got pregnant, dumped her newborn with a guy who fucked her a couple of times, and then walked away never to even inquire about her son again? Yeah, she is a real prize!”

Elain chewed on her lower lip, thinking.

When he put it like that…

-

…”Stay with me,” Azriel murmured, his voice pleading, verging on desperate. 

“I have to go home,” Elain argued feebly.

It was just the two of them.

They had dinner, and it felt like a family, the four of them seated around the table, not at the counter, like usual, but a proper table. They ate amazing lobster ravioli, which Azriel had admitted he didn’t make, but got freshly made from his favourite Italian place. He did cook an incredible fresh tomato and light cream sauce, which was truly mouthwatering. Elain had helped him, by making a simple salad, dressed with lemon juice and olive oil–he had the good, expensive Italian stuff, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. The kids drank mineral water and Azriel had opened a bottle of Chablis, which went surprisingly well with the ravioli. He had cloth napkins and nice, white dishes. And as she ate, Elain thought that truly, they were a different kind of pair. They were not…usual. Neither she nor Azriel liked to rush. They enjoyed the nicer things in life. She had less money than he did, but it didn’t mean that she didn’t strive for the best for herself and for her daughter. They liked conversation. They liked involving their children in everything, and they treated them with respect and understanding. There were no phones at the table, nothing to disturb the connection. And not for the first time this week, Elain thought that perhaps she could build something with this strange man. They matched. Maybe too much, which was both a little scary, but also extremely exciting. 

“No, you don’t,” he insisted. 

His big palms cupped her face and he looked down at her.

“You don’t have to go,” he repeated. “It’s Friday night. There is no school or work tomorrow. I am sure both Isa and Darius would love to have a sleepover.”

Elain’s throat bobbed. 

He smelled good. He felt even better. His massive hands felt heavenly on her skin. His eyes were warm and his voice urgent.

“I would say that I’d be a gentleman and not try anything,” he continued, “but that would be a lie. Because all I want is to make love to you. Let me. Let me make love to you and be your first.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” she whispered, her heart beating wildly in her chest and she was considering whether he should call 911, because she might be suffering from some kind of cardiac emergency. Was it normal to be so hot? Was 25 too early for hot flashes? Because that’s how it felt–she was engulfed in heat.

He huffed an indignant huff.

“Come on, we both know that that one time was just to make Isa. He was just a sperm donor, nothing else. The only reason for him to have existed in your life is to make your gorgeous daughter, and she eventually brought us together. You and I, beautiful, were written in the stars. There is no denying it. You know this in your gut. Everything led us here, and it’s up to you to take the bull by the horns.

“It’s all pipes,” he concluded.

“All pipes?” she laughed a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, the universe is working really hard to bring the two of us together.  All pipes.”

“What happens after?” she managed to ask, doubt still rearing its ugly head inside of her.

“After? After we live,” he pressed his lips to her brow. “We do our best, the way we always have. Only we do it together.”

“You are relentless.”

“You have no idea.”

She nervously fingered the hem of her shirt and then whispered, “will you stop…if I don’t want it?”

“Well, I am not going to rape you, if that’s what you are asking.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she argued instantly, blushing profusely. 

He didn’t answer, but instead, called ‘Darius, Isa! Come here!”

They ran into the room a few minutes later and stopped, watching him expectantly. 

“Mama and I wanted to see if you guys wanted to have a sleepover?” Azriel asked, his arm casually draped over Elain’s shoulders. When he said ‘mama and I’ it did something to her–something warm and amazing and needy in her belly. 

“Yes!” Darius declared immediately. Then asked, “what this be sleepover?”

Elain attempted to hide her smile, and buried her face in Azriel’s shoulder.

Azriel handled it perfectly, simply explaining, “you and Isa are going to sleep in your room.”

“Oh, that’s fun!” Isa exclaimed. 

“Yes, I want it so much!” Darius agreed, bouncing on his toes.

And just like that, it was all decided and settled. 

Isa was dressed in Darius’s PJs which were in fact big on her. There was a convertible armchair in Darius’s bedroom, which they made into Isa’s bed, and she was thrilled to be sleeping in a new place. 

“I love sleepover!” Darius concluded, as soon as he was in bed and tucked in, Brute the Bat next to him. As any good host he offered Brute to Isa, who politely declined, and instead, opted for a stuffed rabbit. 

“Good night you two,” Elain told them and then went to kiss them both.

“Night, ma! You gonna have a sleepover too?” Isa asked.

“I think that I will,” Elain admitted. 

“You have fun Lain!” Darius recommended and kissed her on the cheek.

“I’ll take care of her,” Azriel wrapped his arm possessively around Elain’s waist and tugged her to him. 

“Dada is nice,” Darius informed Elain seriously. “You can have sleepover with him, Lain.”

The moment the door was closed behind them and they took two steps into the hallway, Azriel turned to face Elain. His face was beautiful, but intense. He watched her without blinking, and then stated, ‘you are nervous'.

“I am,” she confirmed, her voice hoarse and weird.

God, she was sweating again. Her back was dripping with nervous sweat and she felt like she was about to faint.

“Don’t be,” he whispered. 

Suddenly, his big hand threaded into her bun and he wrapped her hair around his hand, pulling her face back for a moment and looking down at her from his massive height.

“Tell me to kiss you,” he urged her, his voice even rougher than hers.

She loved the gesture of dominance, him holding her like that, but she also loved that he was asking her so politely. 

“Kiss me then,” she said at last and without missing a beat, he crushed his lips to hers.

His was a hungry, needy kiss, the kind Elain always wanted to experience, but never had the chance. The kiss no one ever offered her before.

Azriel’s lips were soft, and there was gentleness about them, about how he enveloped her mouth with his, but at the same time, he took what he wanted from her. Her lips parted for his tongue without any prompting and she leaned into him, momentarily forgetting her nervousness. It didn’t matter somehow–it felt too good. The nearness of him, the hold of his warm hands on her body, the way he clasped the back of her head so he could keep her the way he wanted her–it felt incredible. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered into her mouth, holding her close, while she wrapped her arms around his torso, unwilling to let him go. Now, if he wanted to stop this, she probably wouldn’t let him.

“Ahhh, now you want it, my beautiful girl,” he teased, his hot, wet tongue swiping over her lips, her teeth, learning of her and her taste. “But if you want me to stop,”

“Okay, don’t stop,” she panted, kissing him endlessly, feverishly. Azriel barked a laugh at her words and returned to kissing her. 

Good god it felt good. So good to be wanted, to be genuinely liked. Under her shirt, Elain’s breasts felt achy, swollen, and her nipples were so hard, they’d probably rip right through her bra. However, she and Azriel haven't even made it to the bedroom yet!

As if reading her mind, Azriel’s hand fell down the small of her back and he grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing it appreciatively. 

“God I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he moaned. “You are so incredibly delicious…Every bit of you is just so fine.”

Half-dragging her next to him, they stumbled down the corridor, ambling towards the bedroom. Thankfully, it was at the end of the hallway, quite removed from Darius’s room. 

If she were being entirely honest with herself, Elain didn’t care right now. He could probably fuck her right on the floor here, and she wouldn’t bat an eye. They bumped into walls as they pawed at each other, kissing and biting and licking. He kissed her neck hungirly, tasting her skin, his warm lips gliding up and down, from her clavicle to her jaw. Elain whimpered when he dragged his tongue over the pulsating vein of her neck and he chuckled, “My eager girl,” as he returned to her mouth, kissing her savagely and deeply.

Shouldering the bedroom door he opened it swiftly, and then kicked it back to close it behind them. 

He dropped Elain on the bed and then stepped back. 

“On your knees, sweetheart. Hands on your lap,” he instructed, and Elain followed his command at once. She could barely even understand what he was telling her, and moved to the sound of his voice instinctively, as opposed to actually listening to his commands. But she liked it–innately, she liked it when he told her what to do and she didn’t know why.

“Beautiful,” he approved, as he stroked her cheek and moved surprisingly slowly towards her, watching her with endless fascination. No one’s ever looked at her like that and saw her. She wasn’t just a pretty girl, or someone he wanted to fuck–she was desirable to him. The emotional connection was unsettling, crossing into intimacy, but perhaps that’s what Elain craved deep down. Her hands were shaking on her lap. But she wanted him to continue looking at her like that. It was a combination of possessiveness, need, curiosity, and some strange protectiveness, as if in the end, he wanted to keep her safe and whole. 

“Do you trust me, baby?” he asked, his tone soft.

Elain nodded. She did. Again, instinctively. She trusted him to do right by her–whatever that looked like for the two of them.

With one hand, he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor without ever taking his eyes off Elain. Seeing his body made her jaw go slack. His muscles were lean and perfectly defined, his skin decorated with tattoos, his arms scarred to the elbow, the V leading into his jeans so prominent, it was almost indecent. Elain’s never seen such definition on any actual human (Olympic athletes notwithstanding). 

“Lie down, pretty girl,” he told her and she did, her heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. She couldn’t concentrate on anything, other than Azriel’s stunning body and his face, and she was only vaguely aware that his bed was huge and that the city was twinkling with lights somewhere outside the enormous windows. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he requested and Elain slowly did as she was told, her long silk skirt falling down her thighs and pooling on her stomach. She was barefoot already, having taken her sandals off after dinner, when they played with the kids. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on her belly and quickly unbuttoning the two buttons at the waist. He pulled the skirt off her hips then, and flung it on the floor, where it joined his shirt. Elain could feel herself soaking through her cotton panties–she didn’t have the fancy kind, so she went with her usual plain cotton and lace ones. Now, she was getting so hot and bothered that she felt herself leaking for him. And he saw it. He looked right between her thighs and smiled, running her thumb straight down the centre of her. Elain jerked on the bed, a jittery, pathetic moan escaping her parted lips. Azriel leaned over her, and kissed her again, his tongue gently sweeping inside her mouth, sucking her own, making her delirious with his kisses, while he gingerly worked her panties down her legs. 

“That’s my pretty girl,” he murmured, once she was laying half naked in front of him. “So gorgeous and all mine,” he added, lightly, but firmly pushing her thighs further apart, spreading her widely. 

“Az,” she groaned loudly,

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“I need more.”

“And you will get more,” he kissed her bare knees, “I just want to look at your pretty pink pussy right now…Remember what I told you I wanted to do to you?”

She licked her lips, feeling exposed, but also so, so sexy, lying like that in front of him. No man’s ever seen her like this, certainly not in such explicit detail, but she liked it. So she opened her thighs even wider, eliciting a muffled groan of appreciation from him.

“Finger me,” she recalled, blushing from the words, which made it real somehow. The words were crude, but her position didn’t bother her–she was tense as fuck, but from arousal, and not fear or discomfort.

“What else?” he pressed, and then carefully pinched her folds and pulled them apart, while she moaned and arched her back for him, grabbing the bed covers violently and wrenching them in her hands.

“You wanted to eat my pussy,” she choked out, closing her eyes and feeling like she was losing her mind. 

“Is your pussy sweet?” he asked rhetorically, kissing the inside of her thigh.

“I don’t know,”

“Well, let’s find out, shall we?” With that, he dropped to his knees in front of her by the bed and pulled her roughly forward, pressing her feet into his shoulders. He leaned forward, pushing her legs to her chest, his massive shoulders immobilising her, while he picked up her ass in his large palms and brought her closer to his mouth.

Elain stilled. She really hoped that she wouldn’t have a massive coronary right then and there. This was a man she hardly knew, who was not just staring at her bare pussy, but who was…oh lordy lord…yep, he licked it.

Her pained inhale was so loud, it sounded like a moan.

“Azriel…” she wept. He kissed her. Kissed her slit, the way he kissed her mouth. He kissed her opening. He kissed her folds. He kissed her firmly, deeply over her clit, making her buckle and wail, while he held her down and close to his mouth. He was unperturbed by how she strained against him, but only stroked her legs up from her feet all the way to her upper thighs, as he gently, but insistently sucked on her swollen bud. 

“Az, Az,” she whimpered desperately, but he only swirled his tongue around the clit, and sucked on it insistently, his mouth so warm, and so wonderful that it was turning her inside out. He licked and he sucked, steadily, with rhythmic slurping around her dripping slit, caressing her body as he went at it with a blissed out expression on his face. 

She hardly dared to look down between her legs, for seeing his hazel eyes watching her and her reactions was almost painfully intimate. But the noises of satisfaction, and his grunts of pleasure told her everything that she needed to know–Azriel was enjoying tasting her just as much as she enjoyed being sucked and licked. It was wet and sensual and she loved it when his tongue swirled inside her hole, but she never ever imagined that this could feel as good as he was making it. 

Her legs were shaking, but he kept stroking them soothingly, as if knew that she was experiencing things that she’d never felt before, and she needed extra support from him. But he wasn’t gentle. He bit the wet folds of her pussy with little nips, before clamping his teeth over her clit and holding it hostage, while he licked on it fervently with the flat pad of his tongue. Her toes curled on his shoulders and she tried to hold back the scream that was building inside her chest from the delicious, sublime pleasure-pain that he was offering her so willingly. 

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she chanted brokenly and he gave her a stern look over her heaving belly, though he didn’t interrupt his sucking of her clit, and shook his head. 

“Azriel,” she corrected herself, and he smiled into her pussy, nodding his approval.

Pressing his teeth tighter over her swollen, painfully engorged clit, which felt like it was buzzing from the inside, he slowly eased one finger into her, pushing bluntly inside her hole. 

“Oh fuuuuck,” she cried pitifully, because he slipped a second finger, and then a third, in quick succession. It hurt. She was sloppily wet, but she was tight and his long, thick fingers stretched her to a painful point. But a cry of ‘more, more, please,’ tore from her, as she pushed her slit into his face. What if she killed him? Suffocated him with her pussy? But considering how hard his hand was working inside of her, fingering her with brutal, stunning determination, she figured that he was far from death. His hand battered into her, merciless and wonderful, and she moaned loudly and endlessly. 

It was too much. All of it was too much.

She should’ve taken him on his offer a week ago and let him finger her in the kitchen. Because this…

This was insane. Astounding. 

His hot, harsh-skinned hand snaked up her stomach and he pulled her bra cup down without any preliminaries, baring her aching tit to the cool air. He squeezed it roughly, and Elain loved it–how he was able to hold her whole breast in his hand, and how he pinched her nipple in his fingers. This man was like a damn octopus–he had 40 hands and 20 suction cups in his mouth, because he managed to overstimulate every part of her body. 

And the fingering…oh god…the fingering was beyond fantastic. It was beyond anything Elain ever dreamed of. The feeling of that massive penetrating hand, how he pushed the walls of her pussy apart, how he stretched and moulded her over his hand was so pornographically erotic that she’d lost all inhibitions. There were no inhibitions for her to even think about. He’d stripped her down to her core and forced her to let go and enjoy every moment of this. 

When he removed his hand from her breast, she whined from the loss, but also watched him unbutton the top two buttons of his jeans, exposing the most delicious-looking trail of hair, which she yearned to lick. She could see the huge bulge in his jeans and the size of him made her feverishly excited, and nervous. She understood why he was fingering her so hard–he needed to prepare her for his massive-looking dick. 

“More…” she begged desperately, her body arcing so hard off the bed, she was almost sitting up by now. And then he bit her. He bit her clit hard, and rammed his fingers deeper, which made her lose her mind and she screamed a loud, trembling cry, which filled the space between them. Hot and sweaty and shaking uncontrollably, Elain came and came and came. She orgasmed so hard, her ears popped. 

Azriel tore his face from her pussy, giving her clit one parting lick and then she watched him, almost in slow motion, release his cock from his jeans. 

The moment of clarity made her gasp and hiss ‘Jesus fuck’ at the sight of him. 

That’s what happened when you dated a guy who was over 6”5. He had an ‘over 6”5’ dick. 

He looked at her and then cupped her flushed cheek in his hand.

“You want me inside, baby?” he asked hoarsely, and Elain reared upwards and licked his wet face, tasting herself on his skin.

“Yes,” she breathed. “More than anything,”

He gave himself a few hearty rugs, which Elain found mesmerising.

“Funny how this happened,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“Well, I wanted to taste you, finger you and watch you come–and just like that, I’ve accomplished it all!”

Before she could respond, he grunted, 

“Take that dick then, beautiful,” hefting her back up on the bed and then propping himself on his hands and knees above her. Elain knew that she looked a mess, with her shirt still on, falling off one shoulder and hastily unbuttoned, her breast bare, her bra askew, but he also looked dishevelled, still wearing his jeans, his thick, perfect cock bobbing at his navel. Yes, his cock was perfect–straight, thick, long, smooth. He propped her legs on his forearms and then slowly, but steadily eased the thick head of his dick inside of her.

The push of his shaft was unwaveringly firm, solid and the thickness of him made Elain’s eyes roll back in her head. She didn’t even know if it was pleasure or pain–some unholy combination of both–but she convulsed wildly around him and the heft of his burning hot dick. 

“Laney, my baby, you feel like melted butter,” he smiled at her, while the progression of his shaft continued inside of her. “How does it feel?”

“Please never stop,” she begged, as tears slipped from her eyes. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying. Because it felt incredibly good? Because he cared about her? Because she was falling in love? She didn’t know, but she was being honest–she never wanted it to stop.

And then he was thrusting into her, deep and hard, his hips steady and powerful, as he filled and emptied her again and again. Elain couldn’t keep her eyes open, and she panted heavily, unconcerned about the crazed sounds that she emitted. She was just feeling him. She felt overstuffed, wet, hot, exhausted, pumped up, desperately horny, and massively overstimulated. Her clit rubbed into that fabulous patch of hair and against his stomach, and with every pump of his hips, Elain rose higher and higher, crying like a madwoman, shaking and thrashing beneath him. His rough hands roamed about her body, feeling her, stroking her, squeezing her, while he pounded into her savagely, building her up with every shove of his dick. 

“Azriel, it’s…how…what is…what is this?” she babbled mindlessly.

“That’s your dick, beautiful. Use it and come all over it.” he ordered her, and increased the speed of his thrusts.

“It feels too good,” she whispered weakly. “I can’t…”

“It feels just right,” he insisted, kissing her voraciously, and licking her tongue with impatient swipes of his tongue.

She ran her hands over his tattooed skin, burning with warmth and misted with sweat beneath her palms. And then she was orgasming again, over and over, all around his relentless cock. He watched her from his position, smiling at her and whispering words of encouragement and praise, while she screamed his name into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. In some feat of astonishing athleticism, he held her up, as she hung onto him like a needy koala, his cock still firmly buried in her, moving rapidly inside.

Elain was so beyond understanding what was going on, she didn’t even comprehend their ridiculous position. But Azriel held her up, as she clenched around him, her ankles wrapped tightly around his back, her mouth starved for his tongue.

“Come for me,” he murmured, “let me have this perfect pussy…”

“It’s yours,” she wept breathlessly.

She was floating somewhere in her head, her body still rocked by the aftershocks of the earth shattering orgasms that he offered her so easily and freely. Her core was stretch to the limit, and yet he still rode her, his arms tense, his powerful body coiled from strain of fucking her and holding her up. 

“Let me come in you, my beautiful girl,” he muttered, kissing her head, her face, her lips.

“I want it, Az. It’s yours,” she panted, her pussy pulsing and milking him, “it’s for you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he kissed her and gently laid her back on the mattress, holding her knees apart, as he pumped hard and fast into her. 

He came deeply and voluptuously, the hot seed painting her womb, a guttural moan of pure pleasure tearing from his throat. 

It felt…magical. Everything about him was raw and hard and passionate, and Elain took all of it. Everything that he gave her. 

He tweaked her nipple in his fingers, and then stroked her face with his knuckles, looking down at her with complete adoration. 

“You are perfect,” he whispered. “And mine.”

“I think that I am,” she nodded, chasing his fingertips with her lips. He let her kiss them and pushed hard into her, keeping his cock and his cum deep inside of her. 

“Do you want to taste me, baby?” 

Elain licked her lips, looking him up and down, his stunning torso and his pleasure-tinted expression.

Before she could answer, he pulled her up and said, “open up” as he withdrew his cock from her and then thrust it firmly in her mouth, easing between her lips.

“Good girl,” he approved and patted her head, while she looked at him, trying to acquaint herself with the girth and heaviness of him in her mouth. He was covered in her wetness and his cum, but for some reason, it didn’t bother her. 

“Have you ever sucked dick before?” he asked, massaging the back of her neck slowly, wiping her sweaty brow with his knuckles.

She was barely able to move her head, but she shook it ‘no’.

He smiled and ordered, “you’ll suck me off, pretty girl.”

Elain was nervous because she’s never done this before, but it didn’t mean that she didn’t want to. He placed his hand on her head, keeping her in place and his cock nudged forward, sliding in carefully, but firmly. The head of him bumped into the back of her throat and she gasped, but seeing the tremble that her involuntary suck caused, she held onto him, opening wider. His eyes closed and he began slowly, pushing in and out of her wet mouth, allowing her to acclimate to the feel of him. But he was firm as always, holding her head motionless and thrusting slightly deeper with each push. 

“That’s my good girl,” he approved. “Take me deeper, sweetheart.”

He gained speed and set a brisk pace, using her for his pleasure, just like she used him before. 

She cleaned him completely with her tongue and now just used it to swirl over the head and the underside of his shaft, sucking noisily, breathing through her nose. He gagged her a few times, but she didn’t mind it and he didn’t change his rhythm.

“I want to come in your mouth,” he grunted, his breathing heavier, and his movements becoming jerkier. “Shake your head if you don’t want me to.”

Elain looked up at him with her tear-stained eyes, and didn’t move her head.

“Oh thank god,” he panted, holding her head between his palms and pushing his cock harder into her mouth. “Choke on it,” he muttered, when she did. “You are so beautiful.”

Elain dug her fingers into his iron-hard ass, slipping them beneath his jeans, while he fucked her mouth hard. Maybe she was beautiful to him? By the look of his deeply pleased expression, it seemed like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. 

“Swallow everything, baby,” he trembled with exertion and exploded in her throat. Elain swallowed greedily, wanting every drop of him. He was hot and salty and heady, and maybe it was strange, but she found him absolutely delicious. 

He came long and hard, and she swallowed everything, stroking his thighs, his hands, watching him. His breathing was shallow, and when he finally took his cock out of her mouth, he dipped down and kissed her.

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Ellie,” he admitted, finally pulling his jeans off and sliding next to her on the bed. Elain rolled on her side and watched him, while he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Maybe he was everything that she wanted as well.

…It was later in the night, when she was sleeping in his arms, both of them naked and comfortable, that she wondered if history was about to repeat itself.

Epilogue

9 months later

Azriel opened the door and entered the lounge. It was like the Sleeping Kingdom from Sleeping Beauty.

Darius and Isabella were asleep next to each other on the love seat, a pink blanket draped over them. In an armchair opposite of them, Feyre was curled into a ball, dead to the world, snoring lightly. Finally, on the larger couch, Cassian sat with his head thrown back, his posture relaxed, his legs spread comfortably. Nesta’s head rested on his thigh, which she was using as a pillow. It didn’t escape Azriel that even in their sleep, their hands were clasped and fingers threaded together. 

Gone was his brother the Mountain Man. Cassian Night cleaned up his act for his woman.

On the floor, there was an array of toys–dragons, princesses, finger puppets, books and whatever else Cassian chose to entertain his niece and nephew with. He always went overboard and the kids loved it.

Cassian’s eyes fluttered and then opened, as he straightened immediately and peered at Azriel.

“You were supposed to be babysitting,” Azriel chuckled, shaking his head.

“We technically are!”

“Yeah, three adults in the room and everyone is asleep.”

‘I am not asleep. I am just resting my eyes.”

Then, Cassian paused and finally asked, a smile on his face.

“So, what do I owe you, brother? A bottle of Glenfiddich or a bottle of Cristal?”

“Glenfiddich,” Azriel whispered, smiling broadly, his eyes moist with tears. And then he clapped his hands and announced, “we have a boy! My gorgeous stunner of a wife just gave us a son. Our baby Lance was born at 3:14 am. He is 10 lb 4 oz. and 23 inches.”

“A boy?” they heard Nesta’s awed whisper, as she raised her head from Cassian’s lap.

“Congrats to us, Nessie. We are an aunt and an uncle. AGAIN. Which means we are next, Nes!” Cassian announced jovially.

She gave him ‘the look’ and muttered, “Excuse me?”

“Yep. We should have a little girl. We’ll name her Sutton,”

“EXCUSE ME?”

“Yeah, Sutton Night.”

“I am not having Sutton!” Nesta protested.

Cassian cupped the back of her head in his enormous hand and planted a hearty kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, you are,” he insisted. “They,” he jerked his shoulder at Azriel, “have three! We have none. It’s time, sweetheart.”

“Okay, but we are not naming her Sutton,”

He kissed her again and said,

“Whatever my lady prefers is fine by me.”

“Let’s go look at that baby,” Nesta decided. 

-

Lance Night was born exactly nine months and a week after the Princess Tea Party where his parents met, and started a new family. 

[birinboom]

This is my formal request for you to talk about your love of ume or sugi or both or I’ll cry 🧍‍♀️ I won’t really but ill start sending you asks but its handwritten letters in glass bottles i throw in the ocean that’ll eventually be dropped in your yard by some weird delivery pelican 😘

poor delivery pelican, I don't think our local hawks are going to be happy 🥺

I'mma get something out of the way real quick. I know I asked you for cute pics of both Ume and Sugishita this morning 'cause I love both of them. But not in the same way. Sugishita's like a little bro to me. (probs because I made my OC his older half-sister but let's not talk about that). He's cute, he's adorable, I wanna pinch his cheeks and then instantly bonk him on the head 'cause he's gonna scowl at me.

But he's... he's not like Ume in the least. I have a baaaad case of the Ume-fever.

Okay, I'm gonna attempt to match your freak on this but. Whenever I think about him my head goes empty and I just want to SCREAM!! and cry. lots of tears too.

The thing is. Ume checks EVERY. SINGLE. BOX. for me. It's rare that characters check ALL of them.

✅Taller than me ✅Sunny disposition ✅Older brother vibes ✅Goofy but can get serious (and oooohh my gawd when he does! that sudden shift leaves me speechless 😶)

AND HE FUCKIN' GARDENS! I can't with this man, I want him in every flavor available. Him and his stupid vegetables. Look, I'd hold my nose and eat beets if it was for him.

I started exercising because of him. for reals.

Okay I can't match your freak. The words just won't come. They're all choked up and blocking my throat from how much I love him. I'm suffocating. I want to kiss his stupid face. I want to smell the fresh air and the scent of wet dirt on his skin. I want him to squeeze me so hard my spine pops. I want to eat dinner next to him every single night for the rest of my life. He's so dear to me.

[scoonsalicious]

man i miss Pocket x Buckybaby🤍

Major x Bucky are like the older wise version of Pocket X Buckybaby. Pocket and Buckybaby (as the nickname) are the babies. Our babies.

Reading unusable just made my heart swell with emotions. The snippet of Unbroken LEFT ME BROKEN. I can’t.

As much as I enjoy Major x Bucky, Pocket x Buckybaby is tattooed in my heart.

Btw I just saw someone said they’re team Lebron😂, and i think it’s because Major kinda looks like the ‘mean’ girl in Lizard’s POV. (If we switch Lenovo as reader, gahdamnn, everyone would be pissed at Major)… or they just love chaos AHAHAHAHAH.

Major does have flaws but subtle, and not the Pocket level kind of flaws. I can tell Major is not perfect. I have a feeling that she’s actually insecure of her own appearance and action but always keep her head high due to her divorce, something like that la.

I get it why it bothers some readers because we haven’t yet to see her bad bad moments. Plus, we were introduced with Major being the ‘baddie’/‘independent’ woman from the beginning. It is a drastic change from Pocket to Major. Not to mention this reader and Bucky are like rabbits 24/7😂 We’re seeing majorly of their body/physical chemistry here before it starts going to the emotional chemistry. (Might I also remind people that things would be crazy after Major and Bucky is officially in a relationship because that means war for Lebron?😂We’re still in the introduction on its way to rising action!!)

Also, we’ve been seeing more on Bucky’s and Lenovo’s POV (especially Bucky). It’s refreshing after Unwanted but I do hope we get to see Major’s POV soon because I’m starting to get attached on Bucky😂 I feel like I’m Bucky. Not only that, but Mother Pookie great mind too. I can’t wait for whatever she’s planning on WFLT.

Anyways, I feel like I haven’t done this for a long time but I wuv you Mother Pookie🩷🩷🩷. Here is your kitten smooches to boost your day!!!

PS// There are new pics of Sebastian Stan (at the Cannes event i think). He so cute. Too fucking cute. I want to pinch his cheek!!! HE SO CUTE LIKE A SMOL BLACK KITTY. I just wanna pet him.

(This is how I see him in the pic)

Me too, Pookie. Me, too. It's why I'm struggling with WFLT; I keep wanting to run right back to them. Pocket and her BuckyBaby are, always and forever, my babies, just like you said. So, I'm eager to get to Unbroken eventually. Even if, for now, I'm just jotting down little snippets here and there as they come to me.

Major and her Bucky are indeed more mature individuals, lol, which might be why it's harder to write them, because my brain just wants to jump to the most dramatic, angsty shit possible, but I am like 'NO! These are adults!'

Lizard is where I will have to get my drama out, lol. Girl's gonna do some crazy shit. Like, not full-on Cunthrage-evil, but more real-world crazy. Like, if you were friends with her on socials, you wouldn't interact, but you wouldn't block her, either, because the drama is too good.

Major's not perfect. She's got some combat-related PTSD we're going to explore, and though she would probably never admit it, she's insecure about Bucky's relationship with Lily. I know we're focusing a lot in these early chapters on Major and Bucky's... well, sexcapades, really, but I wanted to establish them as being crazy for one another, and to kind of really showcase how quick of a change this is for Lily.

But as you said, this is the RISING ACTION, lol; we'll get there!

But, I, too, love chaos. (Actual photo of me climbing the ladder of chaos below)

I love you so much, Pookie! <3 I hope you and your kittehs are well!

[rdiowx]

Ok but have you seen those pics of Gerard in college cuz they're driving me insane. He looks so cute I just wanna pinch his cheek like a grandma. And give him his first hand job I know he would whimper so loud. Thats all

YES OMGGGGGGGH

[shrimplymoray]

HEHEHE HI TENA <333 If it’s okay, i wanna request RiddleNene / Needle fluff !!! either headcanon or fanfic is up to you~

something wholesome between the two, could be a private tea party for the two of them or a rose maze date !!!

HI BESTIEEE!!!

I was just waiting for u to see that my requests were open for ya to burst with Needle or EpelPan >:))

Hope u enjoy the cuties!

Cw: tooth rotting fluffiness!

Riddle Rosehearts x Nene Damseletta - Tea for Two

It wasn't unusual to see the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm, Miss Nene, walking together with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, Mr. Rosehearts. At first, it was purely for duties. Much like Jamil with Kalim, or Sebek and Silver with Malleus, Riddle was assigned to protect Nene during her stay at Night Raven College, considering she IS a girl in an all boys school besides being a magicless human.

He didn't really intend on getting attached, he had far more important matters to take in his hands after all, but something in the way Nene clinged on his arm when students were arguing, or the way she smiled so softly when invited for an unbirthday party... Riddle couldn't tell what this bubbly feeling in his stomach was, or why Cater seemed to tease him so much when he would lose his words around her.

It took long hours of research on behavior, and maybe some comments and advice from Trey and Cater, for him to realize that he actually, really, just fell for her. His strictness was compared to that of the Queen of Hearts between Heartslabyul students, but he noticed how Nene's sweetness and understanding for him resembled so much the King of Hearts.

But he didn't have the time for romance! He is a Housewarden, he has many, many duties to fulfill! His studies, club activities, Housewarden duties, study sessions with Cater, Ace and Deuce to make sure the Heartslabyul reputation stays in check...

But two certain Juniors and certain Cat-like monster decided to take matters into their own hands.

Nene arrived in the Maze of Roses, as asked by Cater, to take some 'cammable pics for his Magicam account, since from what he told her "they were looking super adorbs with his new hair accessories he got online". She didn't expect to find Riddle sitting calmly at a tea table, drinking his tea.

"Riddle...?"

That seemed to put the crimson haired boy on edge. He looked confused at the Prefect. Just what was she doing here? Oh wait... Riddle sighed, pinching his nose bridge.

"I should've known Grim didn't want to have an emergency study session for exams..."

They both stood there awkwardly, before Riddle stood up and politely took the chair in front of his.

"Since I already cleaned my schedule, we might as well enjoy a bit of tea together, shall we not?"

"O-oh! Sure." Nene fidgeted with her pigtails while sitting at the chair. She couldn't help but blush at Riddle's Rosy cheeks, which she assumed were from frustration, but nonetheless cute.

They took their time making small talk, although a bit awkwardly and never really looking into eachothers eyes, while drinking their tea. As time passed, magical little lights appeared around them, none really sure of what they were, until Riddle noticed Cater hiding in a bush, controlling said lights with his magic pen. Oh that cheeky little-

"Riddle? I... If you don't mind, uhm... Could I... Tell you something?"

"You are always welcome to tell me anything, I thought I have told you so."

"I-I know! It's... It's just that... Uhm..." The girl took her hands out of her mug, and took both of Riddle's in them. Riddle instinctively flushed a bright red, almost as red as his hair. " It's just that I really, really, really enjoy being around you! Like... More than normal? And I... I know, I'm just some random girl you have to take care of but... But I really like you. Truly. I have told Grim about it but he kept only teasing me and making me embarrassed... But he said something that was true. I need to take my chance before someone else takes theirs, so... Yeah..."

Nene's hands were shaking. Her face down and pure red, while her eyes stay tightly shut. She didn't knew what the outcome was going to be, but at least she opened up. That's progress... Right?

"Nene... I... Aham. As the Housewarden of the Heartslabyul dorm, I must say that I applaud your courage for confessing such deep feelings. But as Riddle Rosehearts... I must say that... That your feelings are not being taken lightly. It is against the rules of the Queen of Hearts to lie in front of the royalty, and... If everyone thinks I'm the Queen of Hearts of this dorm, then... I believe you are my King of Hearts. Always by my side, always accepting of my words, always trusting your ever being in me."

"your... King of Hearts?"

"I-I mean, if you so accept to be, it would feel like an honour for... For you to... Be my king?"

Nene, with a burst of unusual confidence, nodded furiously her head.

"Yes! I accept it and- huh? Where did the fireflies go?"

Both looked to a certain bush shaking, and a bit of whispered shouts coming from it.

"excuse me one second, my king."

Riddle made his way to the bushes and spread them apart to reveal 4 certain Heartslabyul students all around each other

"Heyy, Housewarden! Uhm... So-"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!"

Hope you enjoyed this Eri!! I love them so much omg... Next u better request Treynene/j

Have a great day/night!

[leonsliga]

have you seen the person in the tags calling manu fat basically? it's outrageous. he's super fit and always had a babyface, it's cute. if you want to see someone so chiseled their cheekbones could cut glass, just look at leon

I haven’t, and if I’m honest I’m not sure which post you’re referring to…sorry about that! 😵 but Manu? Fat? Sorry to whoever thinks that, but we’re gonna have to agree to disagree. He’s incredibly fit, but what I like about him is he isn’t flashy. He’s super strong but he doesn’t feel the the obsessive need to flaunt it. I mean, if some of you out there need proof, look no further than a selection of Manu pics through the ages:

And his cheekbones are so cute are kidding me?!?! I swear I get cute aggression looking at him sometimes, because my brain can’t handle how adorable he is. I just wanna pinch his cheeks 🥰

[emizzzleblur]

I asked my friend her opinion of the 2023 f1 drivers:

apologies for the very long post but there are 20 of these bitches and I’m not doing a part 2 so hope you enjoy her unhinged thoughts <3

MAX:

I love Max I don’t care abt his racing like I don’t care abt anyones racing to be fair

I think I used to hate his guts in the beginning which is a true testament to our relationship being the strongest

I want to put him in a ball like a hamster and let him run across my kitchen floor

CHECOOOOOO:

I love Checo sm like i would gladly be a home wrecker if he gave me half a chance

He seems like if we met irl he probably wouldn’t like me but that’s ok I like him 🫶🏻

Charles:

Charles is just dumb and I’m kinda indifferent abt him because I feel like our brains work at the same frequency

Like we cancel each other out because we’re both from the south of france and we’re both bimbos

CARLOS:

CARLOSSSSSSSS

I don’t Even have to say anything we already know I’m obsessed with him like he’s def top 3 for me probably top 2 now that Nicky is gone I adore him sm

Lewis:

Im also indifferent abt Lewis i don’t hate him as much as I used to but I think we could talk abt fashion

George:

My opinion is exactly the same

I hate him with a passion and I would straight up LOVE TO FIGHT HIM but I wanna fuck him so bad it makes me look stupid

Lando:

I like Lando he’s so cute in the way where if I pinched him he’d probably make a noise like the pillsbury dough boy

He needs to stop calling himself daddy tho he’s not fooling anyone

I would rly enjoy pushing him into a shrub to bully him and watch him struggle to get up

Oscar:

I’m indifferent abt Oscar but his lack of personality makes me giggle

He reminds me of a saltine cracker or like pretzels

VAL:

MY DADDDYYYYYY!! I love Val with my whole heart he’s actually the best he’s so unbothered and just enjoying himself he’s the king fr

Zhou:

He’s an actual NPC I don’t think I’ve ever even acknowledged his existence outside of that one pic of him and Fleep like legitimately who is this man

Pierre:

I hate him but like in a way where I don’t ACTUALLY hate him like if he was drowning I’d probably throw him a life preserver

but am I the reason he’s drowning in the first place? Probably

ESTEBAN:

idk I’ve got a soft spot for esteban maybe it’s because we both struggle to say squirrel

He’s cute if he wasn’t French I’d fuck him (maybe if I’m drunk enough to forget he’s French)

YUUUKKKIIIII:

I don’t know when or why this happened but I am so in love w Yuki like he’s in my top 3

he’s so adorable and rly grew on me

I’d like to give him a marshmallow and a little kiss on the forehead

Nyck:

I don’t dislike Nyck but I don’t like him either

I’m indifferent he’s just kinda there but I will think about that video of him exercising for the rest of my life (dis)respectfully

KEVIN:

I rly like Kevin idk why

I don’t know much about him but he’s funny and he seems nice and kinda just chill idk he exists and he’s cool

Nico:

I know nothing about Nico and I don’t like him

I don’t know why I have a hate campaign against him but his face gets on my nerves and that’s good enough reason for me

Lance:

…I don’t wanna say it but he’s growing on me emmie like this is the worst possible outcome but I can’t stop it

Fernando

I do not like Fernando but as i said Before hes Fun like It’s fun to watch the world burn but I don’t like the bitch that threw the match

ALEX:

I love Alex he’s cute and he seems nice and his blonde hair rly fucks

I’d like to meet his cats we could be besties I’d kiss his cheek and pat his head

LOGAN:

I want him to fuck my brains out and honestly, that’s the only opinion I have on him like I have no other thoughts

[userlando]

the pic of him in ur theme… he’s so babyboy wtf😭 I just wanna hold his hand (and have him rail me sideways into tuesday) like is that too much to ask for

he’s so CUTE I wanna pinch his cheek and kiss his mouth 🫢 we’re not asking for much at all, are u kidding me! we’re very reasonable and sane

[meownotgood]

LOOKUP AKIS LITTLE CINNAMOROLL HAT IS SO CUTE IM GEEKING… i just wanna pinch his cheeks and play w the ears on his hat (and the custom sp card toploader is so pretty it almost reminds me of a wedding decoration or smthn!!)

also all your new aki merch is so delightful and it makes me happy to see all ur little trinkets and such .. do u happen to have an updated pic of the shrine? i just recently got my first aki merch, the banpresto tomonui keychain .. he sits in my bed and then goes everywhere with me :-)

- 🐙

YESSSSSS HE'S THE CUTEST ISN'T HE?! I wasn't sure if the hat would fit but now I'm obsessed... 💓

I'm so glad you like it... unfortunately I haven't updated my shrine yet because I haven't had time 😭 I have to work all the rest of this week boo. I'll for sure post some pics after I'm done reorganizing and decorating!!

[atypicalsouda]

🚫If you happen to ship romantically with Fuyuhiko then I’d rather you don’t interact please.🚫

I downloaded literally all (with his eyepatch anyway) of Fuyu’s fullbody sprites today- so I’m gonna gush and rate them cuz I love my hubby 🥰

Part 1 cuz I can only have so many pics lol

insane f/o love below- I also get a lil suggestive so yeah

Sprite 1: Sighs groans hand on hip

He’s dealing with those troublesome jackasses whoever they are. Such a disappointed parent. I love how you can see his eyelashes stillllllll jdndhdjdb my pretty baby ❤️

also since this is the first one- ever notice how his shoes have a slight heel? It makes me feel things. Sad things.

5/10

Sprite 2: Contemplative. Not present thoughts too loud do not disturb

Mans is out here watching paint dry while having an existential crisis. Looking like a kid who got told we have food at home. In such damn cute waybdbbdhbdbdb 😩

5/10

Sprite 3: Wow. WOW. woow. wOw.

Surprised babmboozled smackeldorfed. He can’t look away from me💕~

3/10

Sprite 4: It’s Fuyuhiko. Normal.

Look at that face *sighs* that little thing he’s doing with his lip I love him so much 🥰 you keep on looking tough baby

10/10

Sprite 5: yells fuck five million times lil angry vein pop

‼️Cw/tw for my horny ass‼️

Is it bad that I find this one so hot??? 🥵 When I see this one I can hear him yelling profanities and I just-

-think about him punishing me by-

ANYWAY I mean look at his fist lord it grew two sizes that day

9/10 only cuz it turns me on too much lol

Sprite 6: Baby boy. Bababababyy

I love his posture here if that makes any sense-it probs doesn’t. Ugh but my absolute favorite thing about this one is his lips!! I love that you can clearly see that his upper is a bit bigger 🥺❤️ favorite way his mouth is drawn by a long shot. Might be one of my faves in general too

10/10

Sprite 7: Number six’s twin brother. Almost

I love this expression he’s so concerned. Dealing with idiots again lol. And that mouth the same way as before toooo so cute ☺️ not much else to say tho

8/10

Sprite 8: Cocky bastard vibes I wanna pinch his cheek

Look at that smirkkkkkk and I love when I can see his RINGS it’s so GOOD!! Ugh baby man ❤️

6/10

Sprite 9: oh sweaty. Nerves

Tbh this one is kinda hot too 👀….for obvious reasons out of the game’s context. It’s the one to use as a starting point for a horny edit lmao

The best thing about this one tho is that you can see that blue jewel on the one ring 🥰 I love it I wanna kiss it like the king he is in my eyes

8/10

Sprite 10: BLUSHY HUBBY JYGVHFFA

There are no fucking words to describe how much I love this sprite/man. Or how this one makes me feel. I had it on a pillow that I slept with for most of the time I’ve been with him-before getting my proper body pillow. It means a lot to me tbh. Fave. You go on and adjust that tie. 😭❤️

10/10