#i bought the first one and I'm gonna play it later

[yondamoegi]

Kingdom Come Deliverance: Play as a dude in an open world historical rpg!

Me: mmm, the story driven thing is tempting, but nah, not interested

Kingdom Come Deliverance 2: hey, psst, we let you romance another dude

Me:... Oh? 👀👂

[caramelmochacrow]

still at the con atm but!!!! I saw like. Five of my friends!!!!!! Yippeeeeeeee!!!!!

[chuulyssa]

🇨​​ 🇴 ​​🇳 ​​🇫​​ 🇪 ​​🇸​​ 🇸 ​​🇮 ​​🇴 ​​🇳​ ！

BSD MEN REACTING TO A CONFESSION.

↷ A/N ─ yes new divider again because im indecisive as heck

★ FT. ─ dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa , atsushi , fyodor

!! TAGS ─ mentions of suicide, insecurities, overall fluff

"i love you."

ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ.

promptly replies with, "i love you too."

he'll lean into you with an amused smile because he lowkey thinks you're joking

when he realizes you're serious about it he'll immediately stop the stupid grin

and look at you with this sincere look you've never seen on his face before

he'll hold your hand and everything while repeating "i love you too," for a second time, only this time he's serious about it too

definitely asks for double suicide later

"You know it's my motto to unalive myself with a beautiful woman. How lucky of you to have been bestowed upon this honour."

"Mhm."

"I'll say yes if you join me in a double suicide," he asks with puppy eyes.

"Dazai, you already said yes."

"I'll say it again!"

​ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ.

he stops abruptly and half chokes on his expensive ass wine

poor boy is really confused 😭 because "where did that come from??"

he tries to play it cool but he's literally SCREAMING inside

we all know he's been betrayed a lot of times in the past so he feels hesitant about it

will decide to give it a shot tho

100% calls dazai to brag about it

"You may be taller or whatever (as if that matters in the first place) but were you the one able to steal her heart? Eh? I think not!"

You chuckle hearing him update his rival of his new relationship status.

"And anyway," he raises a glass of wine for toast. "I'd like to thank my good looks, good looks and did I mention my good looks (?) for making tonight the happiest night ever."

ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ.

"i know."

he has always observed every single thing about you - how you behave around others vs how you behave around him, the little times you look at him like you want his attention etc etc

he's known about this since like soooo long

he defo also knew when where and how you were gonna confess

went to yosano for tips to react to it and bought you chocolates and stuff. he thinks it'll make you happy :D

eats all of that himself even tho he originally bought it for you but you let it slide because he's a cutie patootie

"You could at least have been a bit subtle about it," he says, munching on his chips. "I mean, anyone who saw you would've been able to guess. I didn't even need my ability for this!"

He lifts his chin up thoughtfully, fingers ripping open another packet of snacks. "You should be grateful I'm not a snitch. Eh, well," he shrugs, "You're now dating the greatest detective in the world! Congratulations!"

ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ.

"eh???"

like chuuya, he's pretty confused too

"are you sure?"

tries to keep a straight face and hide his fluster

he'll narrow his eyes at you as if he's trying to read your emotions. he doesn't wanna get hurt if he gets too attached to you and you two end up breaking up

also how tf is he supposed to believe that someone like YOU like someone like HIM?

reassure him that he's perfect please :( poor baby deserves the world

"I am a lot of work. I don't think you can keep up with all of that," he says shortly.

"I'll try my best."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to!"

He stares at you for a few moments, looking like he's about to cry.

"Oh, alright then," he waves a hand around. "But don't you ever leave me."

ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ.

screams

"SAY IT AGAIN PLEASE!"

jumps around everywhere in happiness

you dont even get a verbal answer the man's just dancing around

either that or he just faints

he's, like akutagawa, insecure about himself. but he's much more open to showing his emotions to you.

you end up cuddling the whole night or he calls off work to be with you for the rest of the day <3

"I..." he repeats the same word for the fifth time in a row.

"Yes?"

"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that I get to date you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no!" he panics, wringing both hands all over himself hastily. "I love you! Really!"

ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ.

no reaction. im sorry

spares a small glance at you but otherwise doesn't get distracted from his work

you think he's gone deaf from the way he just ignored you cuz what????

will spend like 15 minutes that way before extending an arm to you and you lowkey DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO??? HELP??

he'll stare at you for a few seconds before pulling you onto his lap and continuing with his work

and that's his way of saying yes

He shuts the computers around him down and taps your outer thigh twice. You immediately stand up and help him up. He stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating something.

"You know, I never thought I'd enable others to call me a lovesick fool."

"Does that mean you are a lovesick fool?"

"A little, maybe," he turns around and walks out of the door while you follow him with a soft smile on your face.

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[gurugirl]

A Good Boy Xmas Blurb

A Good Boy Masterlist

Summary: Y/n gets Harry a special xmas gift and she helps him get acquainted with it.

Word Count: 1,658

Warning: smut, assisted masterbation, use of toy, age gap

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"What is this?" Harry looked at Y/n, a surprised smile on his face after he'd opened one of the gifts she got him. He knew exactly what he was looking at.

"Something to use when I'm not here. You can pretend it's me."

The small tabletop Christmas tree in the corner lit up the space of his dorm room while they had a pine-scented candle burning on his bedside table.

He turned the fleshlight over in his hands and eyed the opening where it looked like part of the female anatomy—sort of. "Looks nothing like yours."

She laughed, "Well it's not supposed to. Just something to have fun with when I'm not here."

He grinned and looked down at it, fingers pressing over the soft material, "Very thoughtful. Wished it looked more like you, though. Gonna be weird sticking myself in this and trying to pretend it's you when it looks like…" he laughed, "Well, I don't know who it looks like."

Y/n climbed to her knees and kissed his mouth softly, "Let's play with it now. I'll help you with it that way next time you use it alone you'll remember that I was here the first time you fucked it."

He swallowed and groaned, "But what if I just want to fuck you instead."

"Well, we can do that later, can't we? I'm here all weekend with you. Let me try this out on you. Want to see how it looks." She grasped the toy in her hand and kissed her way down his neck.

Y/n and Harry would be spending Christmas together in his dorm. She didn't want to be in that big house with Leo while he had Parker over. She wasn't jealous, it was just an awkward setup. Plus Parker didn't like Y/n being there when she was.

All the better for Y/n really. She could just spend more time with Harry. Leo told her that he'd rent her a condo in the city after the New Year. He was feeling guilty for the whole Parker thing. She wondered what he'd think if he knew she was fucking his son.

They'd cross that bridge when they got to it.

Harry was already hard. Of course, he was. Any talk of sex with Y/n and he was raring to go almost immediately. With her mouth still pressed to his, she pushed him down, his back hitting the mattress as she reached over him and worked at his button.

His big, solid prick was so nice and warm in her hand once she pulled it out of his boxers. She'd slid his jeans down to his thighs and then brought the rest down with it so she could take him in her palm.

He gasped a laugh, "Hands are cold."

Y/n moaned as she kissed his neck and stroked him, "And your cock is gonna warm them right up."

Y/n slid her hand up and down his shaft slowly as she kissed his neck. By the time her hand was all warm, he was softly bucking his hips and moaning desperately.

"You ready to get your big cock fucked by my little present?"

He panted as he nodded, eyelids drooped as he rocked into her hand, "Okay but I want you more."

She grinned at him as she shifted and reached for the lube that she'd bought with the toy. Harry watched her get the silicone slippery for him, sliding her finger all around before she smeared the rest down his length, "You can have me all weekend. Right now, I want to see how good this feels on you. Want to watch you come."

Pulling his pants and boxers the rest of the way off his legs she lowered down to kiss at the top of his thigh and tease her lips close to his dick, her breath warming his base before she sat up and settled between his thighs, fleshlight in hand.

"You're such a good boy for me. Bend your legs a little more so you have enough leverage to thrust into it, okay?"

Harry did what she said, planting his feet flat and bending at the knees as she slowly pushed the opening of the toy over his tip. Right away he bucked upward to stuff the toy full but she pulled it upward and tsk'd at him, "Hold on. Let me get you all warmed up first, then you can go to down. Feel that?"

He grasped the blankets in his hand as she pressed it only over his tip, sliding it up and down in smooth strokes slowly.

"Fuck…" he groaned.

"Mmhmm… It's good, isn't it? Knew you'd like it."

He breathed out, "Yeah. But you're better…"

She grinned as she pushed the fleshlight down his cock further, "I know I am. Nothing beats a real, live, warm pussy."

Harry's thick shaft disappeared into the sleeve as she stroked him, the lube gushing as she fucked him with it. But when she finally pressed it all the way down to his base his tip came out the other end. His pink, mushroomed head looked so sweet, she couldn't help but lean down and kiss it, wrapping her lips just over the very tip before she sat back and continued working the toy over him.

Harry coughed out a moan as he looked from his girlfriend to the toy that was wrapped around his dick.

"You can fuck into it now. I'll keep my hand here to hold it steady."

His jaw was slack as he began rutting up. She loved watching how he did it. Sliding his thick shaft up and down, the tip poking out the back end before he'd draw it back in and feel the slippery silicone wrapped around him.

Harry watched the sleeve as he plunged into it and then looked up at Y/n with a moan. He wanted to be inside of her, not some plastic toy. Sure, the fleshlight felt good on him but Y/n's pussy was warm and the way she wet him and squeezed around him couldn't be replicated. There was no comparison.

He inhaled through his teeth when he fucked up again, his tip poking through as he throbbed and leaked a bead of precome. He worked his hips up and down, thigh muscles and glutes flexing, his balls pressing into the plastic edge of the toy.

Y/n moaned as she watched how filthy the scene was. Bulbous pink, lube-smeared crown pressed through the end as his abs flexed. His cheeks were heated, and his parted lips were puffy and pink as he arched his brows together and breathed out studdered breaths, his eyes on hers.

"Look at you. Barely fit in this little thing. Kind of a snug fit isn't it, baby?"

He groaned, his throat bobbing as he thrust up and reached for her hand, "Let me put it in you. Please."

She bit her lip and squeezed his hand, "Mmm… Just imagine it's me, Harry."

Y/n pulled her sweater upward and peeled it off her head before unplucking her bra hook to expose her tits to him. She placed her hand back on the toy to keep it in place as she leaned over him, breasts wobbling softly.

He moaned loudly as he watched her pretty breasts and tried his hardest to imagine he was fucking into her, to imagine she was on top of him with her warm pussy encasing his length. The bed springs under him bounced gently as he rocked his hips upward.

"Ooh… Fuck, you're so good. Getting me all wet just watching this."

He grabbed a palmful of her breast and squeezed as he clenched his teeth, nostrils flaring as he edged toward his release. His heart was fluttering so fast in his chest as he set his gaze on Y/n's, plunging his cock through the silicone and gasping as he began to twitch and his balls tightened.

A shaky breath fell from his chest as he reached for the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss him. He moaned into her mouth as he began to come, a small spurt of sperm hit her tummy as he swung his hips upward and released, most of his come dripping down to his stomach.

Y/n moaned with him, sliding her tongue against his. Harry's heart hammered in his chest and he stilled his thrusts. He'd come so fast, it was pathetic. But he could always be vulnerable in front of Y/n without worry. She never made fun of him for it. Instead, he seemed to imagine that she kind of liked it.

And she did. It was quite flattering how worked up he'd get with her. To Y/n, it was a compliment.

"I take you liked your Christmas gift." She looked down at him, her palm cupping his cheek.

His chest was still heaving as he opened his eyes and nodded, cum all over his low tummy, "That was good. But I still like you better."

She bit her lip and pulled the toy from his dick, making him shiver, "Yeah? You think you can handle another round right now? Watching that got me all wound up."

The thing about Harry was, that he could often go twice in a row. Sometimes he'd come quite fast (he'd get too excited) and if she wasn't quite done she'd keep going and soon enough, Harry'd be right back in it, fucking another load into her after she finally came.

He panted and licked his lips as he pulled at her, "You know I can."

She pulled her jeans off and smiled at him before straddling his hips. He was still all messy as she stroked him gently, "Mmm… still hard for me too. Looks like it's gonna be a Merry Christmas for both of us."

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[writingwithciara]

could be -jack hughes-

summary: y/n and jack are as inseparable as real best friends should be. so much so that even though they're not dating, she is considered a 'wag' anyway

word count: 4.6k

pairing: jack hughes x reader

notes: jack is just precious and so wholesome istg.

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growing up, jack was always taught to treat women with respect. he was also told that he should pay special attention to the girl in his life that meant the world to him.

and that's what he did with y/n. she was his best friend & had been since the 6th grade. ever since they met, they were completely inseparable.

even when jack went straight from high school to being a professional hockey player, y/n went with him. she figured she could take a gap year then enroll in school in jersey once she found one that was right for her.

it was obvious to everyone that their close friendship bordered on a real relationship but nobody could be bothered to bring it up. especially not when they saw how much they both cared about the friendship and would do nothing to jeopardize it.

jack's rookie season in the nhl was not as great as he expected it to be. he lost more games than he could count and felt like he wasn't living up to his full potential. but he was reminded every night when he came home that no matter how bad he played, he would always have his favorite girl cheering him on.

and given how close they were, most people had a feeling that something or someone would come along and cause a rift in their friendship. and when jack got his first girlfriend since going pro, they were all proven wrong. turns out that the girlfriend didn't like how close he and y/n had been and she gave him an ultimatum. of course he chose y/n, leading people to believe that there was definitely something going on between the pair.

and no matter how many times people put that idea out there, they always shut the thought down and insisted they were always going to be just friends.

but those closest to them knew that was most certainly not true.

everything they did was something an average couple would do. they could deny it all they wanted but it was clear they were destined to be together.

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"hey, y/n. are you coming to the game tonight?"

"do you want me to come?"

"always." jack smiled, but immediately became concerned when she didn't smile back. "of course i want you there. do you think i don't?"

"i was just messing with you, jack. of course i'll be there."

"okay good." he kissed the top of her head and smiled. "you almost gave me a heart attack. i can't play without you there."

"no need to worry, darling. i've never intentionally missed a game since the second half of your rookie season and i'm not going to start now."

"i know. i don't know why i thought you weren't coming tonight though."

"you'd miss me too much if i wasn't there." y/n smirked.

"you know me too well." jack chuckled and grabbed his gear. "i'm late for practice. but i'll for sure see you later tonight, right?"

"absolutely. wouldn't miss it." y/n walked with jack to the door. he looked at her bracelet and smiled.

"you're gonna need a whole new bracelet if we win tonight."

"you mean after you win tonight?" y/n smiled and moved the bracelet around. "who picks out the charm this time?"

"i believe it's jesper's turn again."

"oh, sweet. i love the charms he picks."

"what about mine?"

"i love them even more than jesper's. you know that."

"yeah, i know." jack smiled again and grabbed his keys. "alright. see you in a few hours."

"bye." y/n shut the door and examined her bracelet again. jack had bought it for her after he scored his first career goal and told her that every time his team won, he would buy her another charm because he considered her to be his personal good luck charm. after the 10th win, his teammates started taking turns picking out the charms, as they not only believed that y/n was jack's good luck charm, but theirs as well. they never lost when she attended a game so the belief stuck.

a few hours later, y/n grabbed her jack hughes jersey, put on her black jeans and slipped on her red converse. she threw her hair up in a messy bun and didn't bother with any makeup since she never really wore it much anyway.

before she got in the car, she sent a text to both jack and luke, wishing them good luck on the game. luke's reply was just a thumbs up while jack's reply was an entire paragraph. y/n left it open and drove to the arena. when she arrived, she put her phone in her purse, completely forgetting to respond to jack's text.

in the locker room, luke was finishing adjusting his skates when jack sat next to him.

"y/n left me on read, luke. do you think she's okay? what if something happened to her on the way here?"

"i'm sure she's fine. she's the most careful driver i know." he finished lacing the right skate and pulled the left one tighter. "have you tried calling?"

"no. we never call before games. it's a rule."

"you might have to break a rule every now and then."

"okay, fine." jack pulled his phone out and quickly dialed y/n's number. it went to voicemail and jack sighed. "right to voicemail, luke. this is not good."

"relax, jack. she probably just turned her phone to do not disturb so she could focus entirely on the game tonight."

"okay. maybe you're right." jack stood up. "thanks, bro."

"no problem." luke chuckled. "you gotta learn to never doubt me."

"yeah, yeah. whatever." jack rolled his eyes and grabbed his stick. "we got a game to win."

as the boys came out onto the ice, y/n's gaze immediately landed on jack. he looked at her and smiled, thankful that nothing happened to her on the way to the game. he skated around and that's when the thought hit him.

she didn't respond to his pre-game text like she normally did.

the game went on like it normally would, but with jack distracted, he wasn't playing his best. y/n watched as jack took a hit at the end of 1st period. it never should've happened and she was beginning to worry.

she pulled out her phone and went to send him a text, knowing he was gonna check his phone during the break. and that's when she realized she never replied to the paragraph he sent before the game. she felt guilty, as if she was the reason jack was having a bad game.

she typed as fast as her fingers could go, rattling off an extra long apology text, hoping it would make up for earlier.

and when jack was back out on the ice for the second period, he seemed to be playing a lot better than before. the text seemed to have worked.

halfway through the last period, the devils were up by 2. as jack scored, he turned to look at y/n. when he saw her, he smiled.

he was distracted and the other team knew it. so they took this opportunity to slam him in the boards as hard as possible, taking jack out for the last 10 minutes of the game.

as the ref escorted jack off the ice, y/n hurried out of her seat and down to the tunnel. she rushed to the medic's office and watched as he did his routine checkup on jack. when he was finished, he turned to y/n.

"take good care of this one. he's showing signs of a possible concussion and he may be out for a game or two. we have to make sure he'll be okay."

"don't worry. i'll make sure he's fine." y/n smiled as the medic walked out of the room.

"that was a terrible game." jack shook his head slowly. "i screwed up."

"no you didn't, jack. you played great." y/n squeezed his shoulder softly and smiled.

"you and i both know i didn't. i was a mess in the first half of the game and-"

"i know. it was my fault. i should've answered your text."

"what? no. that's not why i wasn't focused. okay well maybe a bit. but i wasn't mad. i was scared. the last text i got from you before the game was that you were on your way here. and when you didn't reply to my text, i thought something bad happened to you. i wouldn't know what to do without you."

"don't worry. i'm right here."

"good." jack looked up at her and smiled. neither of them knew why they began to lean in but when their lips were about to touch, luke walked into the room, causing them both to jump apart. luckily luke didn't see anything.

"hey. we won the game but i wanted to come see you. how are you doing?"

"i'm alright. might have a concussion and may have to sit out for a game or two. but i'm fine."

"do you need me to stay tonight and keep an eye on you?"

"no thanks, luke. i appreciate the offer but y/n is gonna be there. she lives with me, remember?"

"right. are you sure there's not another reason she's living with you? like, say, maybe you guys are more than friends?" luke raised his eyebrow.

"oh yeah. i sleep with jack every night and he's sooo good. and oh my god. the size is just-" y/n smirked when luke interrupted her.

"i was kidding. i really didn't need to know any details. gross." he shook his head and left the room. jack couldn't help ut laugh at his brothers reaction.

"you know he's gonna tell the rest of the team, right?"

"let them believe what they want. only we know the truth." she winked at him and grabbed his stuff. "now let's get going. i hear my bed calling me."

"you're so dramatic." he chuckled and followed his best friend out to her car. "it's a good thing i got a ride here with luke this morning."

"yes it is. now you can be my little passenger princess this time, instead of the other way around."

"ha. ha. very funny."

"i know i am." y/n smiled and started driving back to their apartment. "how's the head feeling?"

"little rough. but i'll be fine, i promise. you don't need to worry." jack reached over the center console and squeezed her leg gently.

"i always worry about you." y/n kept her eyes on the road but when jack moved his hand, she felt like her leg was on fire.

"i know. and i appreciate it. a lot." jack smiled and got out of the car when she parked. he hurried over to her door and opened it for her.

"thanks, jack. but i could've done that on my own."

"i'm showing my appreciation."

"jack, there are other ways to show your appreciation." y/n smiled and walked to their door. jack was frozen in his spot as he watched her walk inside. before the door shut, he rushed in behind her.

"hold up. just wait a second." he sat down on the couch and looked at y/n. "what other ways can i show my appreciation?"

"by getting me a new charm for my bracelet since your team won." y/n smirked. "did you think i meant something else?"

"what? no. of course not." jack shook his head rapidly, causing y/n to continue smirking.

"oh my gosh. you totally did!"

"well, i kinda thought that we could talk about what almost happened back in the medic's office before luke walked in."

"jack, it was a slip up. heat of the moment situation. it never should've happened."

"it didn't happen. but i agree. heat of the moment." jack sighed and looked at her. "you're my best friend and i love you. but what didn't happen is not going to change us, right?"

"of course not." y/n smiled and headed to her room. jack watched her close the door and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

it was going to change everything.

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over the course of the next few weeks, the dynamic between y/n and jack had shifted. everyone noticed immediately but it took jack and y/n a little longer to catch on.

it wasn't drastic enough where y/n felt like she had to move out. but she no longer felt like jack wanted to spend every minute with her like he normally had in the past.

his attitude changed and he slowly became less of the happy guy he always was, and more of a moody one instead. he was getting into fights more often than not & he was bringing girls home with him almost every night.

he would ignore y/n when she would greet him and each time he did, y/n felt like he was chipping away a piece of her heart. it was starting to become an issue for her and she didn't know what to do.

until an 'angel' knocked on the apartment door one afternoon.

y/n was home alone, getting ready for the last regular season game, when she heard the knock. she got up and looked through the peephole.

"nico? what are you doing here? shouldn't you be at the arena practicing for the big game?"

"i should be. but i think we need to talk."

"what about?" she held the door and looked at her friend. "what's going on? is everything okay?"

"with me? yeah. with jack? no."

"what do you mean?"

"you've noticed the changes recently, yes?"

"of course. i notice a lot." she shook her head. "what about his changes?"

"it's messing with his playing."

"meaning?"

"he used to be the best player on the team but for the last 4 weeks, he's been different. his points haven't gone up and his skill level has declined. he still ranks fairly high in the league but it's nowhere near where he deserves to be." he sighed. "i need to know what happened between you guys."

"why do you assume something happened?"

"because i know you guys better than you think i do. and the dynamic between you has shifted since he got the concussion a month ago. so what happened? did jack say something to upset you, or vice versa?"

"no. at least, i don't think so. and to be honest, i have no idea what really happened. the night he got the concussion, we came home and things were fine. but when i woke up the next morning, it was like the jack hughes i know and love was replaced by someone else."

"so jack is the only one to know why he's been acting so weird?"

"i guess so." y/n looked at her phone. "you should get going. the team's gonna need their captain before the game."

"yeah, you're right." he went to walk away but stopped. "are you coming to the game?"

"yeah. i'll be there. there's just something i need to do first. see you later." she shut the door slowly and walked into jack's room. it looked pretty much like it always did. it was a little bit messier than normal but that's how jack tended to keep it.

as she was about to walk out, she saw a gift on the floor by his bed. there was a tag attached to it that had her name printed neatly on it in jack's handwriting. she picked it up and took it with her to the car. she needed an explanation and was determined to get one, even if jack didn't want to give it to her.

when she parked at the arena, she climbed out of her car and ran inside quickly. there was still a little while before the game started but the fans were already filing into their seats. the team was skating around the ice doing their warm ups but jack was nowhere to be found. and neither was nico.

y/n was about to send nico a text, telling him she had arrived, but when she looked up, jack and nico were skating onto the ice. nico waved when he noticed her but jack hadn't seen her yet so she would have to wait to talk to him.

the first half of the game was brutal for the devils. they were down by 3 at the end of the second period, not having scored a single goal yet, and they were looking at a complete shutout,

y/n watched the team skate off the ice and sent a text to nico, letting him know she was on her way down to the locker rom to talk to jack. she couldn't wait another second.

as she got to the room, the rest of the team was walking out slowly. nico was last and he stopped her.

"um, just a heads up but he's not in a great mood and he's blaming himself for what's happened so far in the game. hopefully you can work your magic on him like you always do."

"yeah, hopefully. good luck out there." she smiled and stood in the doorway to the locker room. jack was pacing back and forth with his head down so he didn't notice her and he was mumbling to himself. she knocked lightly on the door to get his attention. "jack?"

"huh?" his head shot up and they made eye contact. "w-what are you doing here?"

"i came to see my best friend play kick some ass and make it to the playoffs tonight."

"that's not gonna happen so you can go home if you want. i don't want to disappoint you when we lose."

"you're not going to lose, jack." she took a step into the room and the air felt thick.

"we haven't scored once this game and there's 20 minutes left. i highly doubt we're coming back from this." he shook his head. "and it's all my fault."

"no it's not. it's a team game, jack. it doesn't depend on just one person. you know that."

"if i hadn't played so badly this last month, we'd already be guaranteed a playoff spot. but this game is the make or break one."

"what's gotten into you? where's the best friend who is always full of spirit and determination? the one who never wants to give up, no matter how hard a task may be?"

"he's a total mess who can't get his shit together. he's lost hope for a lot of things in his life and he doesn't know how to get back to his normal self again."

"when did things change?" y/n took a seat beside him on the bench. "was it before or after the concussion?"

"the same night." he sighed. "i felt the change after we got home."

"was it something i did that maybe upset you?" y/n looked at him but he didn't answer. "jack, please talk to me. i want to help you in anyway that i can."

"do you really think that our almost kiss was just a slip up? a heat of the moment thing?"

"what?"

"just tell me the truth, please?"

"i've known you since the 6th grade and not once did i ever think about kissing you. you've been my best friend since i met you so yeah. it was a heat of the moment thing." y/n looked up to find jack staring at her.

"i feel the same way. or at least i thought i did." he sighed. "i had never thought about kissing you before and have had no romantic feelings towards you since we became friends. but that night, when you didn't answer my pre-game text, i was scared something happened to you. and you already know that. but as i was freaking out, i started thinking about why i was reacting that way. i realized that i never wanted to experience life without you. and then when i saw you and saw that you were alright, my heart nearly exploded with happiness. i thought i lost you but you were there, in front of me, and these brand new feelings became overwhelming for me." jack took another breath. "that night when you told me it was a slip up, it hit me that you didn't feel the same way about me. so i started giving you space because it felt like what was best and i realize now that it was a mistake to do that. because without you by my side, i fell apart real fast. i screwed up by almost kissing you and if it was possible, i would turn back time and stop myself. i never intended for things to end up this way. and i am so sorry i disappointed you."

"you could never disappoint me, jack. you're my favorite person in the entire world. and yes, i thought it was a slip up that night because i had never thought about kissing you before. but when you were giving me that 'space', it gave me time to think about what almost happened and i have come to the realization that it wasn't a heat of the moment situation. i realized that i can't live my life without you. truthfully, i love you jack. i never really thought about it before but now i know."

"so all that space was a dumb idea, huh?"

"of course, dummy. but maybe things can be different now. we can get back to how things were before the concussion." y/n took his hand. "but with an added bonus of love."

"that sounds like a good idea." he went to kiss her but she stopped him.

"wait. i almost forgot the main reason i cam back here."

"what's that?"

"i found this in your room." she pulled the gift out from her purse and handed it to him. he turned it around in his hands and smiled. "what is it?"

"as ridiculous as this might sound, it's a book." he let out a chuckle.

"a book?"

"yeah. but not just any book." he smiled. "this book is special and i was intending to give it to you for your birthday but i didn't know if things would be back to normal or not." he looked up at her. "go ahead. open it."

y/n carefully unwrapped the book and stared at the cover. a little cartoon version of herself with jack stared up at her with the title my best friend written in shiny silver letters. she flipped through the book and smiled with every page she read. it was a story book of her life, before and after she met jack. it was illustrated so perfectly and each hidden detail throughout the book made her eyes water. "jack , i love this so much."

"i figured you would. but i'm glad you do." he looked at her. "did you see what was taped to the back cover?"

"no." she flipped to the back cover and taped to the inside was a little swan charm. y/n carefully pulled it off and smiled. "seriously, jack. you didn't have to do this."

"well i wanted to. i needed to show you how much you mean to me but with everything you've ever done for me, the book and the charm are not going to be enough."

"jack, they're more than enough. they're perfect." she looked at him. "you're perfect."

neither of them hesitated to place their lips together. they fit perfectly together, just like everyone knew they would. jack held y/n's face as he deepened the kiss. her hands held his wrists as they slowly pulled apart.

"okay, my team is waiting for me. i've got a game to win." he stood up quickly. "i love you."

"i love you too. now go out there before they start to worry." y/n laughed as jack rushed out to the ice. she slid the book back in her purse and made her way back to her seat just in time for the final period to start.

30 seconds in, jack scored a goal and the fans went nuts. his teammates all hugged him and nico looked up to where y/n was sitting, knowing she really did work her magic on him.

there was 5 minutes left in the game when nico passed the puck to jack, who scored another goal, putting the game at 3-2 for nashville.

with 2 minutes left, it was looking like they were going to lose. but luck must've been on their side because curtis somehow got the puck to jack. he took it and sped down to the other end of the rink, shooting it right into the net to tie the game.

and when the buzzer went off to signal the end of the game, everyone on the team was excited. they were congratulating jack as they made their way to the bench.

"whatever you're doing, keep it up. that was an excellent third period." curtis high-fived him and walked down the tunnel. both jack and nico shared a look and their eyes went to y/n in the stands. she waved to them and they smiled.

"she must've worked her magic real hard on you to get such a turn around like that."

"yeah. something like that." jack smirked and took a drink from his water bottle before spraying some down the back and front of his jersey. he knew he was a great player but even he was impressed with how fast he shifted the game.

overtime started not long after their conversation and even though nashville was playing hard, new jersey was playing harder. their team dynamic was so much stronger than it was before.

with the clock ticking down and jack with the puck, the win was in sight. but the nashville players were not letting it go that easily. all the players on the ice chased jack and nearly cornered him. one slammed him into the side, causing him to lose his balance and fall. they all looked for the puck, believing that he would've given up the possession when he hit the ice.

but he did that before he went down. he passed the puck to jesper, who was not being defended. luckily nobody saw that pass. jesper took off back towards the nashville net and hit the puck as hard as he could, sending it flying towards the goal.

everyone watched with baited breath as the puck moved faster and faster towards the net. when it hit the back and the buzzer went off, everyone cheered. the devils were going to the playoffs.

y/n made her way down to the tunnel to wait for the team. nico had a feeling that's what she would be doing so he made sure jack was at the end of the line.

as they passed by, y/n congratulated the guys on the big win and continued to wait for jack. when she saw him, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms. he was shocked but he held her tightly.

"that was incredible, jack. i told you you were going to win."

"i couldn't have done it without you and our talk."

"well, you could've. but i'm gonna take the credit where i can get it." she smiled. "go get changed so we can go home and celebrate."

"yes ma'am."

things were going to be okay. they were gonna make sure of it.

[thelostconsultant]

Little bows

pairing: Lando Norris x reader

summary: Lando is obsessed with his teammate, and one night he has the chance to show her how good he would be for her.

warnings: No smut (I didn't feel like writing it, maybe later), but there are parts that are heavily sexual, I guess. MDNI. Also, dark!Lando, something is definitely wrong in his head.

note: based on this song.

Lando fucking loved that pair of underwear you were wearing tonight, that's why he bought them for you in Tokyo when he stopped there after the Japanese GP earlier this year. Lacy black piece of fabric with cute little bows attached to it, straight from that place you had once mentioned to your personal trainer before you traveled to Japan.

He wondered if you knew it was a gift from him. He didn't give it to you in person, he didn't even leave a note, he just left it in your driver's room and hoped you wouldn't throw it away. After all, who was he to buy you underwear? He was your teammate, nothing more.

But he saw it peek out as you sat down tonight in the restaurant where you were celebrating with the team, and god, wasn't it the best thing that happened to him since winning in Miami! All he could think about was taking your panties between his teeth and pulling them down your leg, then later stuffing them into your mouth to muffle your loud moans while he worked on pulling several orgasms out of you.

“Lando, what's your vote? You've been suspiciously silent,” you spoke up, your sweet voice making him grin like a maniac. But when he remained silent thanks to having no idea what you were talking about, you put a hand on his arm and laughed. “If you can't even focus on a conversation, I guess you don't want to visit that club with us after this.”

Oh, to miss the chance to get you drunk? No way in hell. “I'm always down for a party, you should know that by now.”

Three hours later he was sitting in the club with you in his lap, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in place. Your arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and you were nursing your fifth drink that left you drunk already. No one seemed to mind since he was looking out for you, so he kept listening to your drunken speech, smiling at the way you struggled to remember details of the story you were telling him.

If he stopped you now, you wouldn't get blackout drunk, but at least you would be probably a little more willing to play a game with him. He tightened his fingers on your hip to get your attention, and he expected you to give him a warm smile with a questioning look in your eyes.

But that's not what happened. You handed your drink to someone who was standing nearby then leaned closer to capture his lips in a kiss, one you deepened quickly. Lando took it as an invitation and let his other hand roam your thighs, strictly moving above your dress when he reached it. Those panties were for his eyes only, there was no need to show everyone what you wore under your dress.

“Wanna sleep in my hotel room?” you whispered in his ear before gently biting his earlobe. “I can feel how much you want me.”

You moved your hips to tease him, making him suck in a deep breath between his teeth. “You know I'm gonna ruin you the moment I have the chance, right?” he asked as he kissed your jawline.

You giggled, then suddenly decided to get out of his hold. He didn't want to let go at first, but then you told him you couldn't wait to be thoroughly fucked by him, and who was he to say no to you? You wanted this, and he'd been waiting for a chance with you for so long now.

As the two of you were sitting in the back of a taxi, he tried to keep his hands to himself, and whenever you moved closer to kiss him, he warned you to wait until you were somewhere private. It was killing him, if he wasn't someone so many people knew, he would have done indecent things with you on the way to the hotel, but he couldn't risk ending up on gossip sites.

After the doors of your hotel room closed, he slowly got you out of your dress, then stopped to admire the sight in front of him. That lingerie set looked phenomenal on you, but no matter how much he loved it, it had to go in the end. He needed to live out his dirtiest fantasies, which needed you to be soaking wet by the time he dragged his panties off you.

And dear god, you were so ready for him that it took a lot of effort not to just pull the fabric aside and bury himself into your tight cunt. He reminded himself that he could take his time with you. He wanted to take his time with you. If he played the game right, you would be begging him to fuck you again, because you would definitely remember this night even when you were sober.

Then you'd beg again.

And again.

And again.

And he would be generous enough to give you what you wanted.

[throwawayhero]

could you give more hcs or a drabble about bakugou with a crush on reader!! pls i feel like ur fics are the closest ive seen to canon... i need more

No problem, and thanks! I try to make them seem canon, but sometimes it's difficult T-T. Just realising now that a few of these sound stalker-y and I'm sorta regretting writing this but oh well. I hope this is satisfactory!! c/w; social media au, buzzfeed, eminem (idek), karaoke, not proof read

!Katsuki who unintentionally catches himself playing with his hair while talking to you. Not in an obvious way (that's what he thinks at least), but more so absentmindedly fiddling with his side burns and such. It's kinda funny when he accidentally curls them and leaves them like that for a while. He also has a habit of playing with his baby hairs on the back of his neck.

!Katsuki who "accidentally" managed to copy your handwriting style down stroke for stroke? He doesn't really know how it happened, to be honest. He just noticed it one day during a group project after Jirou pointed it out to the two of you. You found it funny, but he found it outrageous and claimed that you had been the one to copy his handwriting.

!Katsuki who allowed you to tag along on one of Kirishima's and his study sessions. He beat the shit out of Eijirou and was gentle with you, more or less. He wouldn't hit you of course, but he certainly wasn't scared to yell. At least the first time. The look you gave him made him writhe with guilt, so he shut the fuck up out of embarrassment.

!Katsuki who heard you talking about a band you loved and decided it was his god given right to go through their whole discography and criticise it in his own time. But turns out, you have good taste, so he keeps to himself about it. "Accidentally" bought a spare ticket to their next concert and offered the spot to you. No big deal, right?

!Katsuki who did extensive searching for your socials, scrolling through his friends friends following, mutuals, and genuinely just word of mouth. When he did find your accounts, he stalked the SHIT out of them. When you requested to follow him, he freaked out and accepted straight away. He didn't follow you back until a week later, "just to be safe".

!Katsuki who unironically took one of those "Do I have a crush on my friend?" quizzes when he started to feel things towards you. 100% went down a rabbit hole on buzzfeed. He wanted to call his "crush" ANYTHING other than what it was. Mentioned it to Kirishima once and was left even ore confused than what he had originally been.

Unrelated but he just looks like he would listen to Eminem. Probably gets a good chuckle out of the whole "You gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen Z me brah?!" thing. Don't ask me to explain why I think this, it just makes sense.

!Katsuki who more often than not is watching you out of the corner of his eye. Not in an overly-creepy way, he's just "aware of his surroundings". He says that to anyone that mentions it, which is literally just his paranoia.

!Katsuki who secretly loved the fact that you hung out with him and his friends almost daily. Because then he wouldn't have to initiate hangouts and look as desperate as he really was. It gave him a plausible excuse to absorb every single opinion you uttered. It gave him an excuse to get even closer to you.

!Katsuki who freaked the FUCK out when everyone (besides the two of you) got sick and couldn't do the bi-weekly hangout everyone had played a part in organising. The group had settled on doing karaoke, so you can imagine how it went down with just the two of you there. Although, the two of you did make an amazing duet. (No one was really sick, Mina just mentioned Katsuki's behaviour and put 2 and 2 together. She also wanted to see if he would take initiative for once.)

!Katsuki who went out of his way to make changes to his hero costume that he knew you would like. Small details here and there, for both style and practicality. While it was cold he would use the neck warmer to hide the smirk that creeped onto his face when he saw you checking out his new look. He also started to make himself look nicer in general, indulging in a bit of jewellery (stud earrings, a ring or two, and a silver necklace), nicer shoes, wearing the uniform properly and such.

!Katsuki who has your number pinned in his contacts, as well as giving you your own message & ring tone sound. He has everyone but you, Kirishima, and his parents on silenced. He also has your contact saved as a nickname he assigned you without you knowing with a heart emoji. It's simple, but endearing.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡A Drunk Valentine 💝

You've ordered: a dark chocolate liquor donut! enjoy!

"But, hey, what can you do? I'm a touchy feely fool~"

Rafayel x reader | word count: 1,059 words

Summary: you accidentally leave out liquor chocolates...what's the worst that could happen? 💝

Warnings: mentions of liquor chocolates, rafayel gets a little tipsy (i imagine him as a lightweight-), mild spice (MDNI). not really a warming, but lowkey clingy rafayel 🤍

Note: my first love and deepspace fic! i haven't played the game (yet), so if anything in this fic seems inaccurate, feel free to (respectfully) let me know. happy valentine's day! 💕

Your Valentine's Day with your boyfriend was rather eventful and warmed your heart to its core. First thing in the morning, you woke up to a pleasant and delicious breakfast in bed. After feeding each other and sneaking kisses, the two of you relaxed in bed for the majority of the day, just enjoying each other's presence.

Later on, Rafayel took you out for a lavish dinner, set right by the ocean. And at the end of it all, you two exchanged gifts. He gave you the gift he'd been working on for weeks on end: a gorgeous painting of you as a merperson. You gave him clay figures you sculpted to look just like the two of you. The night ended off with you and Rafayel playing around in the ocean, splashing each other and having an all around good time.

You two finally made your way back home, stepping into your cozy shared apartment. You had dried off with the towels Rafayel had in the car, but your skin still begged for a shower.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get in the shower." you told your boyfriend, getting a thumbs up in response.

As you disappeared down the hallway, Rafayel floated around the apartment, looking for something to hold his attention until you got back. His eyes soon settled upon two boxes of chocolate, one blue and one red. There weren't any names or labels on them, both boxes filled with the same chocolates.

Surely, you wouldn't mind if Rafayel snuck a few, right? After all, you two were probably going to eat them together after your showers.

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You exited your shared bedroom, all cozy in your pajamas. Now all you needed was for Rafayel to shower and you two could spend the rest of Valentine's Day cuddling and watching a movie.

"Rafayel, the shower's free!" you announced, walking down the hallway. Usually, you'd already hear him making his way down the hall, but this time, you didn't get a response at all.

"Rafayel?" you called out, hearing a faint mumbling from the living room.

There you saw him, slumped onto the couch, his cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded. He was giggling and mumbling something incoherent, his fingers stained with a bit of...brown? Your eyes traveled down to where the blue box of chocolates sat, wide open with half the box gone.

"Rafayel, how many of these did you eat?" you asked, rushing over and taking the box.

"Why are you so...worried about it? Aren't those...for me?" he asked, his speech a bit slured.

"No! They're liquor filled chocolates, for my boss!" Rafayel raised an eyebrow, scooting over to where you kneeled near the couch.

"You...bought chocolate...for your boss?" he questioned, a frown on his lips.

"Of course I did. My boss gave everyone chocolate yesterday and I just wanted to return the favor." you said, sighing as you looked at the half empty box of chocolates. "I'll have to buy another one."

"Why are you...buying chocolates for...another man?" Rafayel asked, reaching over to tilt your chin up.

You almost burst out laughing at his question, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. "Rafayel, my boss is a woman."

The purple haired male blinked at you, him frown now turning into a pout. "But maybe she-"

"She's married. And has kids." you said, already knowing what your boyfriend was thinking. He was so clingy when he was drunk, especially right now.

"Come on, let's go get you in the shower, and then we'll get you sobered up, okay?" you hummed, cupping his cheeks in your hands. You couldn't deny how cute he looked, all drunk and blushing and pouty.

As hard as it was to lug a six foot drunk man to the bathroom, you somehow managed to get him there. You let go of him to turn on the shower, turning around to take your leave.

"Let me know if you need anything." you said, sneaking a glance at him unbuttoning his shirt.

Before you knew what was happening, Rafayel pulled you into the shower with him, clothes and all. He pressed you back against the frosty glass, his knee moving to slip between your legs.

"What the hell?" you gasped, your own cheeks starting to heat up. He didn't say anything, just stared at you with those big and beautiful eyes of his.

"Rafayel, this is not the time for this. You need to shower and-!" He quickly silenced you with a kiss, his lips slowly moving against yours. Honestly, you didn't really mind, your senses going numb as you melted into it.

You could taste the sweet chocolate and bitter liquor on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening. Who would've thought that your Valentine's day would end with a steamy make out session, fully clothed, and in the shower? Obviously not you.

Rafayel let out a soft noise as he moved from your lips to kiss down your neck, a hand coming up to pull down the collar of your shirt. Your head was spinning, the warm steam enveloping you, your now wet clothes sticking to your skin, the smell of Rafayel's cologne in the air. All of it sent your heart into a mad frenzy. And you just wanted more.

You tangled your hand into his hair, sighing softly as his lips pressed to your collarbone. You were starting to feel warm and tingly all over, hearing his deep breathing in your ear.

"Rafayel." you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut. He continued to kiss over your skin, his movements becoming a bit slower. Then, you felt him still against you.

"Hello? Rafayel?" you murmured, nudging his head with your shoulder. Oh, look at that. He got you all worked up only to fall asleep right in the middle of it! And this was why he didn't drink often.

You somehow managed to get yourself and Rafayel out of the shower and into warm and dry clothes. He sluggishly flopped into bed with you, curling up to your chest like a cat would and falling asleep almost immediately.

His soft snores made you smile as you ran your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

What an eventful evening.

Note to self: write names on chocolate boxes next year. 💝

© m00nkissedlover, 2025

[motheroffeline]

Daddy's Home

MINORS DNI 1️⃣8️⃣➕‼️

Mean Husband Aaron x brat wife black female reader, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking, drunk sex (reader agreed to it beforehand so consensual), jealous Aaron Pierre, bratty reader, fingering (f receiving), brief orgasm denial, creampie, and oral (f receiving).

Aaron greeted you warmly as he walked into the house with a big grin on his face. But, when did he not have that childlike smile? It was practically plastered on his face at all times. He walks over to you kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat up while staring at you with those calculating eyes of his. He then slides next to you on the sofa and kisses you on the forehead. "Been a long day... You look comfy." You yawn before you can catch yourself and you both laugh at the sudden outburst.

Just when you're starting to feel good Aaron tells you that he has to go to an after party tonight. Him go by himself? *Hell no!* You thought to yourself. All of those women would be throwing themselves at him and besides you haven't been out in a while. You proceed to put on your best puppy eyes and he agrees to let you come with him.

*"You gotta wear that red dress I like though."* He says confidently as though you'd even listen to him. "I don't like that dress so I'm gonna wear that silver one I bought last year." You can see a visible chill go down Aaron's spine at the mention of that dress. That dress that outlines every single curve you own, that has a split near your thigh showcasing your glowing chocolate skin and those chains in the back binding all of it together.

*"You playing with me, you wouldn't wear that shit."*

30 minutes later....

You walk out of the bathroom with the silver dress on and before you can get a word in Aaron says, "absolutely not" because he knows that he'll damage the dress trying to get to your body. Assessing his clear arousal, you spin around and press your ass out which is contoured by the tight fabric of your dress.

As a result of your dress choice, the ride to the after party is silent. You sit in the passenger seat like an innocent dove knowing that he's being driven wild by you.

When you get out of the car, he steps in front of you making sure that none of the other party goers can see your body. Looking at the crowd of unfamiliar faces you finally see someone you notice: DeMarcus. A long time friend of Aaron's that he's known since highschool. An intrusive thought then strikes you and you decide to go with it.

"Hey, I'm gonna go talk to DeMarcus real quick." You take a sip of your cognac while internally laughing at the begrudging look on Aaron's face.

*"The fuck you wanna talk to his ass for? You don't even know him like that. Besides he won't even be talking to you, he'll be too focused on that as-."*

Before Aaron gets a chance to finish his sentence you walk to DeMarcus with a sway in your hips. You begin jokingly flirting with DeMarcus and in the midst of it you can feel *his* gaze on you the whole time. After getting so nervous that you drink around 5 shots of cognac you decide to make your way back over to Aaron who looks beyond furious. The grey of his eyes now mirror that of a blazing moon.

"It's time to go home you drunk as fuck." Aaron practically spits the last part out and you flinch because you know what's going to happen next.

...

"First of all," he starts, his voice stern. "You're not allowed to flirt with other men. Ever. You're mine, and I don't share." You drunkenly lolled your head back and forth trying to replicate a nod. Deep inside, the power he held over you turned you on like nothing ever. Your pussy was so wet you were almost sliding out of the bed when he sat you on it.

"You pretty." Slips out of your mouth faster than you can catch it and a chilling grin cuts across his face.

"Flattery won't work tonight beautiful," he takes a long gulp of the liquor that he keeps on the nightstand. "You know how many niggas wanted to fuck you tonight? Hm?" You drunkenly comment again and he just stares at you.

"How much did you drink, do you even know my name?"

"Yeah, it's Aaron piss air." He laughs but the darkness still lingers in his eyes. "Baby, it's Aaron Pierre, Aaron Pierre, *Aaron Pierre*". Every time he says his name he reaches down to stroke you through your underwear. You find it in yourself to cuss him out and in record time you're over his lap.

His palm smacks down on your left ass cheek, making you yelp. He spanks you again, harder. "Shit talks," his hand comes down hard on your ass again. "Gets spanked". He laughs darkly at your whimpers and mewls.

You drunkenly struggle against his slaps. "You sick you ain't right." Comes out of your mind and his eyes turn even darker with intent.

*"Oh, I'm sick and right baby. And I'm about to give you a consequence for that sick little mouth of yours."*

He spreads your legs apart and kneels, his face inches from your pussy. "I'm about to eat this pussy until you can't say shit." He begins eating you out without warning, those plump lips blowing raspberries into your clit.

You moan unabashedly, "Shit, what's this for?" You say between whines.

"This is for disrespecting me and thinking I wouldn't do shit about it."

"Fuck, you don't gotta do all this..." You nearly scream as his lips suck on your clit.

"That's right. Stop fighting it." He increases the pressure with his mouth, his fingers sliding into you. "And stop fuckin' complaining about how I'm putting your ass in check." "This pussy wet as fuck."

"Daddy..." You whimper as you feel yourself on the cusp of an orgasm but he pulls away.

"Fuck this, I wanna feel you squeezing my dick. You so damn beautiful with that curly hair and that dress... Damn, that dress..."

He hooks his arms under your thighs, lifting your legs up. Aaron rubs himself against you teasingly before sliding inside, filling you up completely. *"Daddy's home,"* He whispers, his voice muffled against your neck.

He begins with a languid pace that soon turns into a punishing thrust that has you forming a white circle at the base of his dick. The grey in his eyes seems to look through and pick apart at your soul. Hazel, that hazel of his eyes seems to know every single desire you've got. And that green is the lecherous part of him that knows he owns your pussy. After a while, your pussy tightens around him.

"I'm gonna cum daddy, ah-!" You say as you feel your orgasm starting to come.

"That's it, baby, cum for daddy." He grunts as he fucks you through your orgasm and finally cums inside of you.

He kisses you on the forehead and says in a gentle voice: "Don't you ever do that shit again."

[slutforfictionalwomen]

Supposed to be a thrill

Kinktober day 1

Rhea Ripley x Fem Reader

Main kinks: Bondage, bloodkink, knife kink.

Word count: 1,6K

Summary: Rhea takes Reader Halloween shopping. What Reader doesn't know is that Rhea has entirely planned out a surprise for when they get home.

Warnings: Slight manipulation, smut, knife play, blood play, bondage, cunnilingus, strap on use, pet names. (Please tell me if I missed anything)

POV Reader

Excitedly, I get into Rhea's black truck as she told me to. I check my pulse while waiting for Rhea to finish up, it's high. This is something I've been looking forward to for so long, getting Halloween decorations with my dark, older girlfriend who is the love of my life.

"You seem tense, baby," Rhea notices as she hops onto the driver's seat. As always, I squirm at the nickname and don't bother to hide the blush on my face.

"Just excited. This is my first full Halloween with my favourite person." I cannot hold back the wide smile on my face. Luckily, this woman of my dreams knows how deeply I feel things. With all the before, I've had to keep in the emotions I felt. With Rhea, I can feel when I feel and stare blank when I don't have any emotions to show on my face at all.

I hear the engine of the car start. Rhea nods, with one of those smiles that seem to make time stop. "I'm glad to hear that, darling. Just don't get your heart too worked up, I know how overwhelming things can be for you." We drive away from our house, to Rhea's favourite shop for Halloween stuff. That's what she said, at least.

About fifteen minutes later, we walk into a theme shop that has almost entirely been transformed into a Halloween shop. "I love this so much," I say wide eyed.

"Well, go ahead and take a look." That's how we get started, looking for anything fitting our spooky aesthetic. At some point, Rhea leaves my side for a few minutes, saying she's getting a particular object that she knows they sell here, but it's a surprise.

When we get home, we each put down a paper bag full of stuff. It's around eight pm, we ate food at a place on the way home. I still don't know what Rhea bought as a surprise, she told me to go to the car when she paid. "Can I now know what you got?"

Rhea looks me up and down as I'm sitting on the table. "No princess, that's for later. Go take a shower first." She takes a step forward, pressing a loving kiss on my head. I agree to taking a shower, but I'm still curious.

After a hot everything-shower during which I sung my heart out to my favourite songs, I have completely forgotten about the surprise. I get into some comfy clothes in our bedroom. I'm putting on a hoodie when I hear the light switching off and our LED light being plugged in. "Well baby, I see you've put on some clothes, but it's time to take them off for me again."

I didn't hear Rhea coming in, but now she's speaking in her dominant voice, which immediately makes me react. I pull the hoodie back over my head. As soon as it's on the floor, Rhea's behind me tying a blindfold over my eyes. "Rhea, what is this?" Before I know, I'm being thrown onto the bed.

"Time for your suprise," she says with a ring in her voice, feigning innocence. "Do you remember the rules?"

Of course I do. Speak only when spoken to, use mistress to adres her, safeword when needed. "Yes, mistress."

"Such a good little girl." Her hands are on my body, ripping off my shirt and underwear. "Are you gonna be a nice girl for me? Are you gonna make me proud?"

Before I can answer, she collapses her lips into mine. She's so rough but loving at the same time. I reach my hands up to pull her closer, but she is faster and pushes my wrists above my head with one hand. Abruptly, she pulls away. I reach for her, but I can't feel her anywhere.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting some stuff to start the fun." I hear her voice quite far away, on the other side of the room. Though a few seconds later, a rope is being wrapped around my arm. I feel her lips close to my ear. "I'm going to spread you out nicely so I can see your entire bare body, even that pretty pussy of yours. Or should I say mine? We all know who that pussy belongs to, and every other part of your body."

"I'm yours mistress," I say, falling into subspace. Both my ankles and wrists are being tied to each corner of the bed, spreading me out like she said she was going to do. When she's done, she climbs up my body to kiss me.

"Yes princess, you're mine." She kisses down my body, stopping right above my desperate heat. I groan in frustration. "Shh baby. You're so wet for me, so needy. But I have one more little surprise for you." She gives my pussy a quick kiss, but immediately shifts on the bed.

A few seconds later, something sharp is pressed onto my inner thigh. It doesn't hurt, but I flinch at the feeling. "Easy baby, it's just a pretty little play knife. Actually, it's not, but it's our play knife now, only for you. I wish you could see how pretty the design is, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it?"

I moan when she presses it down a bit harder. It doesn't slice the skin, but it hurts a bit more now. I can feel it is sharp, but I kind of like that. "Are you going to let me use this on you? Are you gonna be my good girl?" Rhea's dominant voice is low and sultry, she takes away the knife from my thigh.

"Yes, mistress." As soon as the words leave my mouth, hers is on my pussy. I feel metal pressing against my throat, which makes me yelp and try to stay as still as possible. Her tongue flattens and laps my clit with passion, if it wasn't for the knife against my throat I would be bucking my hips up into her face.

"Hmm do you want me to make you come? You're doing so well, darling." Her words make me whine loudly. Her knife leaves my throat again, but also her lips leave my body.

"Mistresssss," I pout. I feel her fingers on my nipples, teasing my body.

"You didn't think I was just gonna let you come, did you?" She chuckles. "Dumb baby. You have to earn that, and I know just the right way." She yanks on one of the ropes when I shift my body and presses the tip of the knife into the skin of my left thigh. "Can I mark you? Just two letters, just my initials. I'll then let you come, I promise."

I'm a bit afraid of it, but I do really want to come. I know it's manipulative, but I also know that she cares about me. She'll make sure nothing bad happens to the wound. "Okay, mistress," I answer with a small voice.

"Oh princess, I love you so much." She leans down to kiss me, making me taste myself. When she pulls away, her knife is back on my thigh. I yelp when I feel the first slice.

"Rhea!" The second slice comes fast after my slip out. I know I have to call her by her title, but I couldn't help it. I try not to act up, but I cannot help the tears rolling down my cheeks. The second 'R' is now being carved into my inner thigh.

"That's a good baby!" Immediately after the praise, her tongue meets my thigh, lapping up the droplets of blood. I hear how she hums, I know she's a menace, but I kind of love that about her. Within mere seconds, her tongue is back on my bundle of nerves.

Her lips wrap around my clit, sucking on it. That's when my legs start to tremble uncontrollably. The knifeplay has worked me up more than I knew, and I'm not far away from the edge.

When I think I can't hold it anymore, I know I have to ask whether I can if I don't want to be punished. "Please mistress, can I come?"

For a few seconds, I don't get an answer, and then I finally hear her voice. "Come for me, baby." It is all that it takes for my orgasm to rip through me. I whine out and yank on my ropes, but of course they won't budge.

I feel how my legs are being freed, but not for long. "You didn't think it was over yet, did you?" Rhea chuckles as she ties the ropes of my ankels up to where my wrists are tied, so I'm tied in her famous 'Pretzel pin'.

For a few seconds I don't feel her contact, but then her fingers are on my sensitive clit. All of a sudden, a strap is being pushed inside of me. "Mistress!" I scream as she immediately starts a pounding pace.

It feels really good, but again, tears start to roll down my cheeks. I feel how she wipes them away with the hand that isn't on my hip, and then uses that same hand to circle my clit with her fingers.

Her hips meet my thigh with every hard, fast, deep thrust. It almost hurts, but it feels so good. I know I'm making an awful lot of noise, but I can't bother to even try keeping it down.

When I start to yank on my ropes again, Rhea already knows what's going on. She knows how overstimulated I am, and how badly I want to finish.

"Come for me like the filthy slut you are."

[justwinginglife]

I'm so not helping your overflowing request box, but like, can I get a big brother Narumi Gen with f!reader and hoshina?

Narumi goes absolutely feral everytime hoshina flirts with Reader so he does it more and more just to push his buttons (but also because he likes us)

I'm just gonna combine this request with @imthecosmicbasball's request to have a part two to my "Thicker Than Blood" fic. Cuz I can and I'm lazy. Part one here.

Gen had just gotten you back. He had finally gotten the family he had always wanted, the little sister he could shower with adoration. And he did shower you with it. Now that he could show his emotions freely, he never stopped spoiling you.

He’d buy you anything and everything you wanted. At first, he’d sneak it into your room (which earned him snarky comments from Hoshina, claiming he was a pervert, “this isn’t one of those incest animes is it?”) and leave the gifts lying somewhere you’d find it, denying that he ever bought you anything. He was happy just to make you happy, he didn’t need you to know he was responsible for the growing pile of gifts in your room. But then he got tired of Hoshina claiming credit for them so he started flourishing them in front of you, waiting for your praise, for your thanks. And when you freely gave it to him, he adored you even more.

He had just gotten you back, and he wasn’t about to let you go now. He was making up for lost time. So then why did stupid fucking Hoshina always get in the way??

Gen thought that his whole dramatic declaration in the hospital would be enough to gain some leeway with Hoshina, but Hoshina was on his ass even more, now that he knew the two of you were related. His usual, bothersome teasing had turned into relentless, aggravating taunts. If Gen was even a minute later than he said he’d be when meeting up with you, Hoshina would make snide remarks about how that wasn’t very “brotherly” of him to be abandoning his only sister like that. And when Gen learned how to cook so he could make a nice dinner for you, Hoshina stole a bite of your food (Gen had only made enough for you and him) and gagged on it, saying if your job didn’t kill you, his cooking would. Gen hated him making jokes about you dying. He would never let you die under his watch. Maybe Hoshina wasn’t good enough to protect you, but he was. 

His growing frustration with Hoshina continued, as Hoshina kept poking his stupid bowl cut into every conversation Gen tried to have with you, stealing you away at the last second, tossing out some lame excuse about how you had to go train or how Captain Ashiro wanted to see you (Gen even made the effort to check in with Ashiro, because of how frequently she supposedly "needed you"- she never needed you at all, that damn bastard). Then, eventually, he didn’t even have an excuse anymore. He’d just say, “Yeah, Narumi, I’m gonna take her anywhere but here, with you. Just cuz I can.” If you weren’t so in love with his stupid smile, Gen would punch it off his face. 

But the thing he hated the most -though he’d never admit it to you- even more than Hoshina being a dick was Hoshina being a gentleman. 

If Hoshina was just a dick, Gen could claim that he wasn’t good for you. He could whisk you away, convince you to see the truth. But the unfortunate truth was that Hoshina was actually a good guy. He was a dick to Gen but a sweetheart to you, and though Gen hated him immensely, it was hard to deny that he took good care of you. But did he have to love on you so frequently and so explicitly in front of him??

It drove Gen crazy that every time he visited, Hoshina was attached at the hip to you. He’d be kissing at your neck or playing with your hair or massaging your shoulders. And you’d continue your conversation with Gen as though Hoshina weren’t literally trying to meld himself into your very being. Did he think if he touched you enough he’d become part of you?? Why did he touch you so fucking much?

Once, he even had the audacity to slap your ass in front of Gen. Shortly after, Gen broke his hand and you scolded Gen to no end. When you left the room to get an ice pack, Gen smirked at Hoshina (who had just previously been putting on the “wounded animal” act for you and was now glaring daggers at him like a feral beast) and whispered to him, “Guess you won’t be getting her off anytime soon.” 

Hoshina returned his smirk with a cocky “I’m ambidextrous, motherfucker, I could get your little sister whimpering with either hand. Matter of fact, I could do it no-handed, with just my tongue if I wanted. If she begged. And she begs so nicely.” He winked. Gen would’ve punched his eye out too, but you came back into the room, a suspicious look on your face. 

“Just telling your big brother about our evening plans, dear.” Hoshina purred. 

You raised an eyebrow, unaware you had made specific plans with Hoshina that night, but didn’t pursue the conversation further, eager to treat his hand. 

And then, when you’d visit Gen at his place, even if Hoshina wasn’t with you, he’d make sure to send you on your way with his marks all over you. Marks that made Gen uncomfortable, marks that distracted him thoroughly as he tried to make you tea (he almost poured hot water on his own hand trying to fill a cup for you). The marks continued to plague him even after you left, sending a shudder through his body as he imagined a smug Hoshina laying his claim on you purposely to piss him off. 

He knew Hoshina loved you, but unfortunately for him, it was an added perk for Hoshina that loving you just so happened to annoy Gen. 

Gen had missed all the years of you waddling around, just learning how to walk, all the years clinging to him when a movie was too scary or a thunderstorm was too loud. He had missed comforting you when you lost a tooth, he had missed showing off his strength and might to you when you were afraid of the monsters in the closet. He’d missed everything. You didn’t need him anymore. Maybe you never would’ve needed him. But he wanted the chance to act like a big brother for once in his life. And he didn't want to miss a second more.

So he spent his days butting heads with your boyfriend, vying for your attention, and that just became routine. Your two favorite men, constantly trying to out-love you. 

Years later, when Hoshina would ask him for his permission to marry you, Gen would choke on his shock at how respectable Hoshina was finally being, but he’d reluctantly give his blessing. He knew you would be taken care of.

And besides- if you ever wanted a divorce, Gen had the money to burn.

[tribalauthor]

Hall of Fame (roman × sophia one-shot)

Summary: Roman and Sophia are honored with the task to induct Paul Heyman at the WWE Hall of Fame. On the way home, however, the power couple gets into a power argument. How are they going to resolve it?

A/N: if you want to dive deep into Roman and Sophia's love story, you can check out my fic The Wisewoman

Warning: age difference, smutty

word count: 4.3K

April 5th, 2024

Roman's POV

As a WWE superstar I am beyond used to the many cameras and flashing lights in my face. It's been like this for more than a decade now.

But tonight it's different because I am at the Hall of Fame red carpet side by side with my beautiful girlfriend. This is our first appearance together outside the WWE ring. Not as the Tribal Chief and Wisewoman but more like our true selves added with a little bit of glamour from our custom outfits.

"And here I am, with the most poweful couple in the business, ladies and gentlemen." Jackie approached us with her mic and cameraman behind her. "How are you feeling, guys?

"Amazing. It's an honor to be a part of another Hall of Fame ceremony and even a bigger honor to be here with Sophia." I replied in a matter of fact tone and then Jackie pointed the mic to Sophia.

My million dollar hot girlfriend. Her blonde hair was made into a high bun, wearing a long red dress with her full back exposed and deep cleavage. The dress is so tight that it makes her beautiful round butt pop and her pretty tits are way too out in my opinion and that drives me slightly crazy. You can't help but notice her glowy skin that is also iced out by the jewelery I bought for her.

"I feel lucky to be here tonight with the biggest draw of sports entertainment and also beyond proud of my uncle being a Hall of Fame inductee. He deserves that more than anybody." I can't help but giggle at her for keeping a kayfabe.

"You guys are rocking these outfits. What brand are they?" Jackie remarked.

"They are custom couture." I dilligently pulled down my grey blazer. "I wanted something that screams 'us'." I explained.

"Designers really did their job right. That suit is very fresh and the dress to die for." the brunette woman shook her head and Sophia spinned around in a circle.

"Right? I can't wait to take it off later." that just slipped out of my mouth and I saw Sophia slowly turning towards my direction with a serious rather mad expression.

She really doesn't play when it comes to restraining at work and I am lowkey scared of her because she is even more serious than me in some aspects. Even than Paul himself.

"Let's see how are you gonna play your cards tonight, champ." my girlfriend said with a pure straight face. So straight that it's sociopathic.

I pressed my lips and looked away like an embarrassed teenager. At the end of the day, she calls the shots.

"And you two are going to induct Paul Heyman later. Are you guys nervous?"

"Not really. To be frank even before I got in this business, I wanted to be the person who inducts my uncle in the Hall of Fame. He knew I was going to be the person, so basically I've been anticipating this moment for years and now it's here. I'm excited." Sophia replied with a soft smile and then Jackie pointed the mic at me.

"I-uh. I actually didn't expect Paul to suggest me this and when he did, I said 'no' at first. To induct a tremendous talker like him, you gotta be at his level and I think Sophia is the most perfect example for that." I explained the story briefly.

"I chose both of them because they are the closest people in my life." I heard Paul's voice from behind. There he is, one of my closest friends. Wearing his signature dark blue suit and red tie.

He came close to us with the wheelchair and I helped him put him between me and his niece. It's been three months since he suffered the leg injury and we still don't know when he is going to be back.

Jackie handed him the microphone as Sophia put her hand on her uncle's shoulder.

"There isn't any one more suitable for this than my niece and Roman. Both of them played and still play a big role in my life. First, we have the Tribal Chief promoting me from an advocate to a Wiseman and then Sophia helping me here while I'm absent. And doing an exceptional job, bringing new perspectives in the WWE." he turned his head, so he could look at Soph and then at me, and we both stroked his shoulder.

"My uncle Paul...where do I even start?" Soph started with her speech. She said earlier she ain't worried but we've been practicing our speeches for more than a week.

"He is the most amazing man I know. He's been by my side since I was a little kid, he always supported my decisions and he saw potentials in me that even my parents couldn't see back then. Paul Heyman isn't a typical uncle. You know, most uncles get drunk and talk smack at the family functions. Well, my uncle talks smack without the need of alcohol and he does it in the most dilligent way. So he is not like the rest." I admired her from the side. That woman is just exceptional from head to toe, inside and out and just in every single aspect you could think of.

The whole crowd laughed at her funny remark.

"He's also been my father figure for the last couple years." Sophia suffered a sudden loss of her dad years ago due to suicide and I don't even wanna imagine how that must feel. "He was the most supportive of me to accomplish my dream of getting a degree in journalism, he has taught me about the magic of logic and analytical thinking. He was also the one that suggested my name being Sophia which means 'wisdom'. My name was supposed to be Barbara. Can y'all imagine Barbara Heyman? Outrageous. Thank you, uncle." she looked at him in the crowd with grattitude and he blew her an air kiss. "After everything he has done for me the least I could do is to help him with his work while he is away." Soph continued. "And of course, to induct him in the Hall of Fame."

"Personally, I believe Paul Heyman deserves to be inducted at least three more times. This whole business wouldn't be the same without him. He elevated the company to new heights and he's been doing that since he was a teenager under the training of my dear late grandfather Richard Heyman. Keep up the good work, uncle." that is the conclusion of Sophia's beautiful speech. The crowd applauded loudly and I know my turn is next.

I leaned to the mic and took a deep breath. "This is a ridiculous spot to be in. I gotta cut a promo for the promo himself after the young promo spoke beautiful words. Is this how the roster feels interfering in my family business?" now everyone is laughing.

"Paul Heyman is a man that if you let close to your circle, he can change your life drastically and of course, for the better. He loves to say that I elevated him but this is a mutual work. As much as I elevated him, he elevated me too. There is no Tribal Chief without his Wiseman. Thanks to him, I saw many different perspectives that eventually led to the renaissance of the WWE."

"In a world where people tell you what you want to hear, Paul tells you what you need to hear and he knows exactly when to say it and how to say it. I think it's beautiful. As a man, I kind of even envy him for that ability and I still got a lot to learn in that aspect." I really decided to speak from the bottom of my heart and present my perspective of Paul.

As much as I wanted to go home immediately after the ceremony and enjoy my alone time with Sophia, we had to stay for the after party.

I am an almost 39-year-old man whose time for partying passed long ago. However, Soph is still a young woman who wants to meet different people and try to have a little fun when it's possible.

Of course, I respect that. That's why I agreed to stay here. It's also an occasion to meet with Paul, too cause I didn't visit him that regularly due to the tight schedule.

Right now, we are all in a big hall with the lights quite dimmed and rap misic playing in the background. While me and Paul were talking, I saw Sophia surrounded with her girl friends colleagues - Tiffany, Bianca, Samantha and Rhea, laughing and having a good time obviously.

"Paul, you need to be careful with the drinks." I instructed him. He is on his second glass of bourbon. As of me, I am just drinking a non-alcoholic cocktail. Tomorrow is first night of Wrestlemania, so I have to be in an immaculate condition.

"Oh, Joe, please don't act like my ex-wife. I am finally free from her for a little while." he just told me off and I couldn't help but laugh. He hates his ex-wife but at the end of the day, she is the mother of his kids.

He has the misfortune as he says to be taken care of by her.

"Alright." I put my arms up in defense. "I am just trying to save you from her wrath if you go back home drunk."

"You think I care about her wrath?" Paul furrowed his eyebrows. "I am a grown man. I can do whatever I want. I don't owe anything to Miranda. She decided to take care after me." he tried to prove a point here.

"Because you are the father of her kids. And after everything, y'all have been through, it's normal for her to pull up and help you." tonight is my time to give him wisdom.

"She just wants to annoy me, that's it." his rational way of thinking reminds me of Sophia so much.

"OG, what's up?" the twins finally approached us. I took a look at Sophia's direction and I saw that Theory, Grayson and Carmello joined the girls' party. I looked around the girls' men but they were talking with each other.

I could hear only muffled conversations from my cousins and Paul since my eyes were glued on Sophia and company. The boys seem to be entertaining them. My girlfriend was laughing her tits off.

What are they even talking about? And what is it so funny? They ain't funnier than me. I was about to go and join them but somebody caught my arm and that was Jim.

"Uce, what are you doing?"

"Just gonna check what's going on over there." I replied and got off his grip. Then I saw Paul also examining the view in front of us.

"You are worried about these guys?" he almost ridiculed me. "I can assure you my niece has zero interest. None of them is her type."

"Uce, you are a mature man. Act like one. Leave her be." Josh adviced me and hit my shoulder. I bit my inner cheeks, trying to keep my cool.

"I just can't stand her talking with other men and laughing with them." I said the truth as I put my hands on my hips or as fans call it - the dad pose. "I don't even talk to them, why would she?"

"Do I sense irrationality?" Paul seems in a shock. "I expect it from Roman Reigns but never from Joe."

"Oh, you have no idea." Solo shook his head. "Ever since he met Sophia, he became crazier than usual."

Then I looked at Paul, who has a smug on his face. "Are you in love with my niece?

"I am." I replied immediately since there is no ounce of doubt in this. "And I know that since the day she showed up in Triple H's office, introducing her as my temporary Wisewoman."

Suddenly Paul's smug transformed into a smile of pride and delight. "I knew exactly what I was doing when I sent her to that office."

"What? You knew that-" I couldn't even finish my sentence and my wiseman just nodded his head. "You could have introduced her to me way earlier, by the way." I said in a rather bitter tone.

"By earlier you mean when you were married? Or when she was a minor? It wouldn't have been the same." he shook his head.

"OG, you are really a mastermind." Josh clapped his hands in acknowledgement. I looked at Paul with pure surprise from what I just heard and shook my head, followed by a sip of my non-alcoholic beverage.

"I just want great nephews or nieces." I choked on the drink and the twins started hitting my back. "Sophia's mother wants too but she is too proud to admit it."

"Joe is not ready for kids, I fear." Solo spoke. "If you intend to react like this when Sophia's attention is on the kid and not on you...not sure if you picked the right father for your great nephews, Paul." he shook his head and I playfully grabbed his neck locking it between my arms.

"My judgement, Solo, has always been accurate." the wiseman spoke while the twins tried to get me out of my little cousin.

Once I got off him, I looked at the Sophia and company and now they seem to dance all together. With the boys.

"It was quite a night." Sophia groaned as she rested her back on the smooth black leather seat of the limo we are in.

I decided not to respond but I felt her suddenly putting her legs on my thighs and letting out a groan of relief.

"Those shoes killed me. Jimmy Choo is a secret criminal." I stood there, still silent. Not even moving. "What's up with you? Why aren't you talking?"

"I just don't feel like talking." I finally spoke with a shrug and I caught a smirk on her face.

"Something is wrong then." she concluded and dragged herself closer to me and ending up sitting on my lap.

Again, no reaction from me.

"Talk to me. What's up? Are you nervous for tomorrow?" she seemed so genuine, examining my whole face, trying to lift up my mood but tonight I feel like a grumpy uncle.

"No, I'm just tired." I didn't completely lie. I really am tired but I am also mad. Not sure if it's at her or myself, at this point.

"Okay. I understand." she nodded and then got off me.

I hate how understanding and mature she is. I mean I love it but I hate it cause she is literally the perfect woman and that's exactly why I am so jealous for her.

"You are mad at me." she concluded. Of course, she would understand.

"I am trying to be mad at you but I am more mad at myself." I replied frankly.

"Why? And please don't tell me it was because Austin and Grayson talked to me." I could sense the slight but not weak enough judgement in her tone.

"Nah." I said quietly. "Why were you laughing and dancing with them when you could have danced with me?"

"Oh my God." she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Why you didn't ask me to dance with you? Cause I bet you didn't feel like it."

"I didn't but if you were right by my side I could've felt like it and I would've make you laugh harder." I defended myself.

"Joe, stop making everything a competition. I am in a relationship with you. I am aware you are my dream man, my ideal type and the greatest boyfriend in the world. Why do you feel so bad when you know the truth?" arguing with Sophia Heyman is like a crossword with no right answer.

"Because I am just a selfish man and I want you only for myself." I replied confidently.

"Sweet but I am not your property. Do you see me getting all red about you talking to other women? It's completely fine. I also am aware you have crazy amount of female fans who would give everything to spend even just 5 minutes with you but I am not making a deal out of it. First, because I have self-confidence and self-respect. Second, I just have no other choice but to accept the circumstances." although I see her point, I cannot be completely sure how she would react if she sees me laughing with another woman or dancing. Perhaps she is right because she is way too logical and sometimes I love it but right now I hate it.

"And now you are probably gonna diagnose me as an insecure loser. Okay. If that's what you think." I shrugged still trying to sound calm.

"Where in my speech did you hear me saying that? If you were like that, do you think I'll be with you right now in your limo, wearing the dress and the jewellery you bought for me? If I thought you were an insecure loser, I'd never even breathe in your direction, trust me. Your confidence is what mostly attracted me to you, Joe. And that possessiveness was funny at the beginning but it surely starts getting out of hand now." if we were in a wrestling match right now, I'd be taking the pin in that very moment.

The saddest thing is I know that she is right and I know I am being childish as hell although I am approaching my 40s but that's what she does to me.

"Were you that possesive of your ex-wife, too?" one thing about me is that I kick out at 2.999 seconds and I felt the rage building up in me.

"Why does that have to matter now, Sophia?" I slightly raised my voice. My ex-wife had a completely different job from mine. She was an interior designer but to be completely honest, I definitely didn't have the same level of toxic possessiveness like I do now.

"It matters. Are you a possessive guy in general or you are like that because of me?" I wrinkled my lips and started shaking my leg intensely.

Suddenly, the car stopped and the driver said we arrived in front of the hotel. He definitely heard our quarrel despite the partition being rolled.

I, of course, thanked him and gave him a big tip since he wasn't obligated to listen to me and Sophia's dramas.

"We are gonna finish upstairs." she announced coldly and got out of the car. I had no other choice but to follow her.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about Miss Perfect. We always have to look unbothered and cold and diligent. I thought I was too much until I met you." I continued speaking as we walked at the sidewalk and the black and gold automatic door opened for us to get into the hotel reception.

"Was this supposed to be an offence?" she replied calmly and quietly as we reached the elevator. Again, I feel like a loser. She is so calm and reserved while I I'm on fire right now.

"Take it as you want." I pressed the number 10 button which is the floor of our room we are staying at. "And to answer to your question - no, I'm not usually the possessive type." I tried to sound as calm as her for now.

"Sweet." she said in the most sociopathic way possible, not even looking at me. "But as I told you, I am not your property."

I took a deep breath and I got close to her, pinning her at the metal wall.

"I've never said you are a property. I know you are a human being, Sophia, but you are mine. You understand?" I spoke with my voice low and as much as she tried to look unbothered I saw a spark in her deep blue eyes and I felt her heart beating against mine.

"What does it mean to be yours? I fear our interpretations may not be mutual or even close." she asked me. That's what being with Sophia means - always mind stimulations, logic at its finest mixed with grace and of course, insane dose of attractiveness. "You think that being yours means to be tied to you physically while I see it as souls being tied. It has nothing to do with the physical."

Ding.

We just reached the floor. Although I feel I am close to defeat, I still have time to think until we get in our room.

Once we entered in the spacious accommodation and closed the door behind me, I finally decided to give an answer.

"You are right, but I still think there is a physical aspect behind the meaning. All the stuff we do, while no one is watching." as I was explaining like a teacher, I saw her taking off her beautiful red custom dress, leaving herself with a bare chest and red lacy lingerie which I felt like tearing apart at the very moment. However, she took it off leaving herself completely naked. "And also forgetting what we were even arguing about once I see your beautiful naked body, the painters won't be able to execute perfectly." she knows what she is doing but I saw her grabbing the white towel and heading to the bathroom completely unfazed.

"Take your time and think about this." she shouted after me and got in the bathroom. I am not gonna think about anything.

With no any second wasted, I swiftly took my clothes off and let my hair down cause I know Sophia loves when it's fully down withe curls. I got in the bathroom which is rather spacious and with a big glass shower cabin. She was just turning the water on like she turns me on, too.

"Get out of here. I didn't invite you in." she said coldly but I didn't listen at all and went to her in the cabin. "Joe." she looked annoyed.

"Okay, you win." I raised my arms indicating I am giving up. "You win."

"Because I am right or because I took my clothes off. Be honest." she is always seeing through people and asked with a dose of skepticism.

"Both." I finally said and she rolled her eyes. "But you are completely right, okay. You are right that belonging to somebody isn't just physical but it does play a part too." I said and got closer to her.

"It plays part in the sex and not with getting upset at me attempting to form some sort of relationship with colleagues who can be males, too." she took the shower gel and put some on her hand, spreading it around her body.

I bit my lower lip and started helping her, caressing her body. To my surprise, she didn't tell me to get away.

"I agree." I nodded my head and slid one of my hands to her private parts and with the other, I cupped her breast.

Sophia cleared her throat.

"Hands to yourself!" she demanded but I leaned to kiss her instead.

"I am sorry, okay? But you are just so perfect that I wanna show you off to the whole world while I also want to gatekeep you." I genuinely apologized. "I know I shouldn't feel this way and I promise I am gonna work on this." I read through her eyes and I saw her cold rather annoyed look soften a bit and then she kissed my lips softly.

"Apology accepted." she finally showed her beautiful smile that can light up the whole city.

We exchanged another kiss that grew in deeper ones and not so slow-paced as we usually do. The lingering anger from the argument is still existent and can be felt in our kisses.

"Agh." Sophia moaned out loud as I put my dick in her hole. The remnants of the pique we both experienced can be felt in our sex, too. I was doing fast and deep thrusts in her because as much as I am sorry, I also have a statement to make. No other man will make her feel how I do. And I'm not gonna say it out loud because I want her to feel it.

Our bodies are glued to glass that has became extremely foggy and not just by the hot water dripping on them but also because of our hot breaths.

Sophia's legs are tied around my waist while my hands are holding the glass in front of me, so I can give her a full, deep experience.

Her moans, rougher and louder than usual, echoing through the whole bathroom mixed with my deep growls as backing vocals.

She just feels so amazing and looks the most amazing when I am the reason she feels good. And the fact that I am the only man that has ever made her feel good boosts my ego even more.

Both of us came in unison and I buried my head in her neck, breathing heavily while she arched her back and released all the moans like she just got free of the annoyance I brought to her earlier.

We stared at each other for a bit, talking with our eyes for now, faces extremely close and our hot breaths in a wind battle.

After exchanging a deep long kiss, Soph got on the ground barely holding on her feet. When I saw that for the moment she can't walk or stand straight, I took her in bridal style and marched to the bed.

"I love you." I finally said. We were hugging in bed, ready to fall asleep and since we started with the sex, we actually almost didn't say a word. I think we said more than enough before that.

Soph flashed me with her sweet smile, making me feel like the sun just rised and it's morning already although it's past midnight.

"I love you too, Joe." she replied and then I kissed her forehead. "You are the only inductee in Sophia's Hall of Fame, remember that." she giggled and I followed her too. I probably sounded like a school girl but that's the effect she has on me.

I pulled her really tight to my embrace and kissed her head, caressing her arms and didn't realize when we actually fell asleep like this.

THE END.

[dixons-sunshine]

Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU Headcannons Part 5 | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word count: 592.

A/n: Focusing back on them before the apocalypse for now. And the last part personally had me giggling. Kids, huh? Anyways, I hope you like this!

Specially dedicated to my biggest supporter on this au, @ddamm.

★ Daryl bought his own motorcycle shortly after the two of you moved into your final apartment.

★ He had spent years saving up for it, even hesitantly accepting any money you wanted to add to the savings for his motorcycle.

★ He was hesitant to take your money because he felt bad. He didn't want you to “waste” money on him, money that you could use to buy yourself something nice.

★ However, you were adamant, and your contribution to the savings helped him immensely.

★ The day he bought his own motorcycle, he was ecstatic. It wasn't anything fancy, but he loved it, and therefore, you loved it as well.

★ You'd been with him for over a decade at that point. You knew practically all the lore surrounding the motorcycling community. Daryl took great pleasure in teaching you everything he knew.

★ It made Daryl happy to know that you took interest in something he liked. He could go on for hours about motorcycles and you wouldn't mind. You'd actively ask questions and ask him to explain something you didn't understand.

★ Daryl was even teaching you how to ride one. It wasn't quite like teaching you how to ride a bicycle, like you had joked when he had suggested teaching you how to ride a motorcycle, but you got better with time.

★ Soon, you were able to ride one on your own, though you still preferred to have the professional—Daryl—ride it instead with you on the back, holding on to him.

★ Going away from motorcycles for a bit, Daryl was also the one that taught you how to drive a car.

★ Merle had essentially given his truck to Daryl way back when, and the old thing surprisingly still worked years later, all the way to the start of the apocalypse.

★ That was the first thing—apart from a bicycle—you ever learned to drive.

★ When Daryl bought his motorcycle, he basically gave you the truck to go to and from work, the supermarket, basically anywhere you wanted to go.

★ During the earlier stages before he bought the motorcycle, he'd go and pick you up from work with his truck.

★ He once picked you up a bit later than usual due to the field trip you had taken your class on, and when you had gotten off the bus to greet him with a cheek kiss, the kids all collectively commented on it, eliciting chuckles from you and your husband.

★ “Ew.”

★ That's also how your class had gotten introduced to your husband. After that, they never stopped asking about him.

★ “Mrs Dixon, how'd you meet Mr Dixon?”

“Mrs Dixon, have you and Mr Dixon ever kissed with your mouths like my mommy and daddy?”

“Mrs Dixon, do you love Mr Dixon?”

★ You had also once gotten a question from one of the kids that had you choking and blushing.

★ “Mrs Dixon, do you and Mr Dixon play with your clothes off?”

★ You changed that topic of discussion very quickly. Nope, you weren't gonna teach a bunch of five year olds about sex.

★ It did make for some good comedy when you got back home. Well, for Daryl at least. When you told him about that, he couldn't stop laughing. He found the question hilarious.

★ “Well, what'd ya tell him?”

“I didn't say anything. I changed the topic.”

“Ya could've said yes. We do “play with our clothes off” a bunch'a times.”

“Daryl, I'm not gonna say that! Do you know how many parents would be plotting my murder?”

“I know. M'jus' messin' with ya, Darlin'.”

[whump-imagines]

Movie Night

Pairing: Eddie x reader feat. bestie Buck

Word count: 900 ish

Reader has a POTS flare up and the boys (esp Eddie) are a little extra about it.

Finishing the bowl of popcorn, you stood from the couch to make more. You and Eddie were spending the day with Buck binging Marvel movies.

As soon as you were fully upright, you felt your heart start to race and lightheadedness followed quickly. Before you could sit back down, the world tilted and went dark.

You felt fingers pressed against the pulse in your neck. “Jesus, 180 and irregular,” you heard Eddie say.

The blood pressure cuff squeezing your arm caused you to groan.

“Open your eyes for us, sweetheart,” Eddie requested.

“BP is 96/74,” Buck said.

You peeled your eyes open to their concerned faces. You were laid on the floor and you realized they had your feet propped up on the couch.

“Hi,” Eddie said as he pushed some hair off your forehead and ran his thumb soothingly over your cheek.

“Ugh,” you groaned again. “Guess I should have let one of you make more popcorn.” Lifting a hand, you pressed it against your sternum to attempt to relieve the ache.

“Chest pain?” Eddie asked.

“Isn't there always?” You grumbled, rhetorically. “It's not that bad, though.”

Eddie took your hand and pressed two fingers into the pulse at your wrist. “Already down to 165,” he announced a moment later.

Buck pressed the start button on the automatic BP monitor to get another reading.

As it ran, you took a deep breath. “Holy palpitations.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, you're definitely throwing a lot of PVCs.”

“Up to 110/78,” Buck added.

You moved to sit up but both of them stopped you.

“Can we move to the couch?” you asked. “The floor isn't actually all that comfortable.”

“Fine, but I'm moving you.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded.

Eddie leaned over and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He lifted you and quickly set you down on the couch. Buck set the BP monitor on your stomach next as the cuff was still wrapped around your arm.

“You guys are so dramatic. I'm fine,” you complained. “This is normal.” You tried once more to sit up and Eddie pushed you down once more.

“Collapsing nearly immediately upon standing is not normal. Not even for you.” He tossed a couple throw pillows under your feet. “Now will you just lay down, please?”

“I probably just overdid it a little when I was baking earlier and stood up too fast. I'll be fine.”

Eddie just waived a hand dismissively. “I'm going to get the ECG and you're staying horizontal until you're under 120.”

Buck just chuckled at your obvious frustration. “I'll grab you a Gatorade.”

“And more popcorn please!” you called after him.

Eddie was back first with the tiny handheld ECG monitor he'd bought on amazon shortly after you'd started dating. Thankfully, he mostly only pulled it out when you had fainting days. He started the BP monitor once more as he started to place the electrodes on your chest.

“Am I gonna live?” You rolled your eyes at him once more.

“Still at 150 with a lot of PVCs. Your BP is better though,” he said, finally removing the cuff from your arm.

Buck handed you a Gatorade with a straw a minute later and set the bowl of popcorn on the couch next to you. You drank half before handing it back to Buck to set on the coffee table.

“Thanks.” You started to shift to make room on the couch and before they could protest you pointed at Eddie then the couch. “Sit.”

He did as asked and you settled with your head on his leg. Next, you kicked the pillows out from under your feet and rolled on your side.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked as Buck settled back into his chair.

You rolled your eyes. “Getting comfortable. I'm staying horizontal as requested. You do know how to manage my POTS myself, right?”

He hummed but didn't actually agree.

“Play the movie.” You took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Within a few minutes you noticed fewer palpitations.

You felt when Eddie started to finally relax. You ate some popcorn and quickly decided it was not an easy task laying down. Chucking a piece at his head, you asked, “Are you gonna freak out if I sit up?”

He sighed. “No, I won't.”

You shifted, leaning into his side. He wrapped an arm around you and shifted the popcorn bowl closer. You shoved a handful into your mouth. “It's a lot easier to eat popcorn upright.”

After a few minutes, once Eddie was sure your heart rate wasn't going back up, you were sure, he reached over and unclipped the wires from the electrodes. “Sorry. I just worry.”

“I know.” You kissed his cheek. “I know it gives you some peace of mind, so I don't mind.”

“Thank you.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead then pulled your chin up and suddenly his lips were on yours.

“Oh, get a room,” Buck complained.

“Shut up.” Eddie laughed. “It was one kiss.”

[flowery-mess]

Attending small concert with Noah

Let's say this is before BO blew up

You and Noah have been dating for a couple of months and you always talked about how you have to go to a concert together one day

So when Noah got tickets for this smaller gig he asked you to come with him

Neither of you knew the two bands that were playing that night, but you loved exploring new musicians

Noah took you out for a dinner before the concert started

You noticed he had similiar outfit as you as you were eating dinner

You came to his place before you went out, already dressed up, did he saw your outfit and chose his to match you?

You were still in the shy dating stage, so you thought you'd ask him later that night after some drinks

When you arrived at the small venue, more like a club, you bought two drinks

You had to do that when Noah went for the bathroom, because that boy never lets you pay for anything

So you weren't surprised with his little angry face when he saw you already purchased both od yours drinks

"I asked you out, I pay for you, it's that simple Y/N"

You just laughed and put one of the drinks in his hand with little "Cheers"

You talked a bit before the first band came on the stage and decided you're gonna stay in the back at the bar for now

You didn't look up the bands that are playing tonight, because you knew Noah wouldn't choose bad music

So you weren't surprised that you were moving in your seat and nodding your head along the music as Noah did the same

After the first set you decided to go stand in crowd

You chose to stand on the side to avoid mosh pit and also Noah didn't want to stand in the centre so people wouldn't see because of him

He stood behind you, his tall frame putting you in safe space

He had to bend down to talk to you, which was kind of hot

And after few drinks you decided to ask if he matched his outfit to yours

"Maybe I did, maybe I just grabed random clothes from my closet" he said with a little smirk on his face

You got caught up in his eyes, exploring his face with the lights dancing on his face

The band started playing and you both started moving to their catchy songs

Through the concert you felt Noah's hands around your waist or your shoulders as he danced with you

He bend down to kiss your head few times

You knew you two had similiar taste in music so you were not surprised you both liked the set

You exchanged "I'm adding this to my playlist" every other song

Now and then you turned around to watch Noah, if he's having fun

Every time he looked down at you and asked if you're okay

When they finished their last song you agreed to have drinks in the bar next to the venue

You talked about the concert with the first drink, sharing your opinions

You agreed that it was not the last time you went out like this

After few drinks the conversation became more personal as you were still getting to know each other

You talked about family, previous relationships, what do you want and expect from life

You had lot in common so the conversation was natural

You didn't even realise what time it was until the waitress came to take last orders

Noah insisted on paying for you, so you let him

But you took that as a chance to invite him to your place, since you didn't finish your conversation and you told him you owe him a drink anyways

On the way to your place Noah held your hand, wasn't the first time, but the butterflies in your stomach felt like it was

You gave him quick tour of your small apartment

Then you sat in your living room, drinking some old white wine you found in your kitchen and talked some more

When Noah said he should leave, you didn't know if he expected you to ask him to stay or not

But you wanted him to stay for the night for more than one reason

So when he was saying something you didn't listen to, because you were too busy thinking if he's gonna say yes or no, you just said it

"Would you like to stay for the night?"

He looked surprised so you panicked

"You don't have to, it's just late and I thought maybe you could sleep over, but I understand if you want to go home if you have plans for tomorrow morning I get it, sorry it was jus-" and he went for the cliche and shut you up with a kiss

"I would love to have a sleepover" he laughed at the word sleepover like you were two teenage girls having sleepover, but instead he was just a boy who you were falling for

[laswells-ashtray]

I'm so sorry if I'm clogging your inbox but I'm nothing but a hyperactive gal with chronic brain rot

Domestic Kate Laswell?

Domestic Kate Laswell who gets into not-so-quiet arguments with household appliances.

Domestic Kate Laswell who sits at the kitchen table and doomscrolls while her wife makes a recipe she saw on Instagram reels.

Domestic Kate Laswell in ratty lounge clothes with her hair pulled in a tangled ponytail, somehow holding a cat, book, and a bag of Lays.

I saw Kate Laswell and immediately knew what I had to do. Not apologising for this, I like Laswell posting so it's gonna be long. Also, when it comes to Station Chief Kate "I love my wife" Laswell, there is no clogging my inbox.

Kate Laswell, the esteemed woman she is routinely argues with their toaster because it's broken but she refuses to get a new one because it was the first ever appliance she bought herself. She and her wife have the money to purchase hundreds of new toasters but she refuses because this one is her toaster. Sarah Laswell has walked into their kitchen on multiple occasions to find Kate talking to this fucking toaster. "You under-toast the bread and then you over-toast the bread. Just toast my fucking bread correctly." "Let's get a new-" "No."

Kate, who has a Pinterest board full of recipes that she thinks Sarah might like to try and she'll send them to her wife only to find that it's the same recipe from the Instagram reel that Sarah had bookmarked last night. So, now she sits and watches videos about behind-the-scenes facts from movies while Sarah argues with herself about how much garlic is too much garlic.

Kate, who spends her day off on the couch with Minnie, their Maine Coon, on her lap with a book resting on Minnie's back and a bag of chips held between her chest and the cat. She's wearing sweatpants that are so old she can't identify what logo used to be on the leg. Her shirt is definitely Sarah's because there's green paint around the collar and it matches the green in the painting above their mantel.

Kate Laswell, who can routinely be heard threatening to put one of her cats in the soup. What soup, you ask? The soup.

Kate, who very `begrudgingly` agrees to let Sarah buy the cat Halloween costumes. And then days later sends John a series of photos. Minnie, their big, glorious, sophisticated girl, is dressed like a hotdog. Borris, her favourite grumpy old man, has a stupid Dracula cape. Dolly, has on a costume that makes her look like Yoda. And John's favourite of their cats, Dot, the little mold spore has tiny ladybug wings because they were the only thing small enough to fit her. Kate makes a photo of the four cats and Sarah her laptop wallpaper. John makes a photo of Dot in her tiny wings his phone wallpaper.

Kate Laswell, the professional woman who after having spent 26 hours awake sits and scrolls through Facebook one night on Sarah's phone. Except she doesn't actually look at any of the posts, she just sits scrolling with her thumb for ten minutes before she realises what she's been doing. Sarah waits until after she's tucked her wife in to lose it laughing in the other room.

Kate and her wife who parallel play on their phone. They'll sit on the couch with a movie they've seen countless times in the background while Kate plays solitaire and Sarah does her daily word search on her favourite app.

Kate, who does that thing I've noticed literally every woman do when they're on the phone at home and they start doodling in the corner of the nearest bit of paper. It starts as squiggles, then they draw black circles and eventually there are various little flowers scattered across the page.

Kate, who absolutely adores the movie 9 to 5 and will throw it on whenever everything in her job starts to become a bit too suffocating. Sarah recognises the action and immediately orders dinner from their local Thai place. The man who owns it knows the two by name, she doesn't have to order, she just has to call up and she hears "it'll be about half an hour" over the phone. More often than not on those days they'll fall asleep on the couch together like they did at the start of their relationship.

Kate and her wife, who like to make gingerbread cookies at Christmas and decorate them. Sarah is amazing at it when she's not giving the gingerbread ladies gumdrop titties. And then there's Kate, she tries, she genuinely does but every year a photo of her gingerbread folks gets sent to a group chat with her, Sarah, John and Nikolai where they are subsequently body-shamed beyond belief. She saves some for Nik anyway and he accepts them gratefully.

Kate and her beloved blue shirt that she wears to work and owns three of because the first one mysteriously disappeared. Coincidentally, Sarah started baking in the kitchen in nothing but a pale blue shirt and Batman underwear around the same time. Her second has a blood stain on the cuff from where John had grabbed her, not knowing his palm was sliced open and he'd stained the light material with blood. He had felt horrible, Kate brought up the time she'd drunkenly thrown up on a pair of his nice shoes years ago when they were younger and more reckless. They moved on. That shirt is now her "Sarah has roped me into helping paint" shirt. If anyone fucks up her last shirt then she's asking Nikolai, John and Sarah separately all to get her a new one for her birthday so she'll have a decent stock of them.

Sarah, who has to keep a stock of Dr Pepper and Mountain Dew in the fridge because Dr Pepper is her favourite and Mountain Dew is Kate's but the other woman would never admit it or buy it for herself because she's weirdly embarrassed by it. But amongst a very small group of people, it is common knowledge, Station Chief Kate Laswell's favourite drink is Mountain Dew.

And lastly:

Kate Laswell, the woman who once snapped a man's neck with his own gun, is also the woman who loves her wife's family. When they get asked to babysit baby Katie [named after Laswell], the two women agree before the question is even half out of the relative's mouth. In fact, you're right, they should keep baby Katie for the night just to give her parents a night off because they're kind like that. No other reason. And this little girl adores her aunts, if Kate is near then the toddler is by her side clinging to her pant leg.

So, they go shopping and get snacks. They also get baby Katie a new stuffed elephant because she really needed one and who were they to deprive her. Then they go home and change into their respective comfy clothes. Katie's is a little shark onesie and the two women take no less than 19 photos. They spend the day drawing pictures with little Katie, and eventually, it results in the toddler colouring in Sarah's tattoos and drawing Kate some of her own. Eventually, they order some takeout from their local Chinese place and watch Zootopia with their favourite niece. Hours later Sarah takes a photo of big Kate fast asleep on the couch with little Kate asleep on her chest. Kate has an arm around the little girl and the toddler has a fistful of her t-shirt. The next day they very reluctantly take their niece home but not without managing to persuade her parents to let them take her in two weeks time again.