#i gotta remember that i need to walk consistently now

[crimeronan]

i spent about an hour and a half walking around portland today to get groceries because one car needs repairs and the other has a flat tire at the moment, which was honestly really nice bc i'm at a point in my recovery where moving around ACTUALLY LESSENS MY PAIN. wild. the only caveat is that there was a rainstorm today, which naturally made the ground very muddy, and when i got home and took off my sneakers it...... looked like i was unearthing a bog body.

[aliorsboxostuff]

ANOTHER SELF INDULGENT FIC? YES. I told yall i love fangs SO MUCH AAARGHH and MIGUEL?? HAVING FANGS?? HELLOOOOOO anyhow this is just full of me simping for that beautiful, insane man. Gotta love me a dilf with fangs and claws. Anyhow enjoy this piece yall lmao. I PROMISE ILL GET TO YOUR REQUESTS

Canines

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Miguel O’hara x gn!reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Jessica Drew, Ben Riley, Spider Society, No Smut, Almost ig?, Fluff, He/Him prns for Reader, Reader is a sunshine, Soft!Miguel, Established relationship, This is just me simping for Miguel tbh, gotta love this man, slight sub!Miguel, Kissing, making out, HIS FANG BRO

Even after spending time with Miguel, successfully becoming his boyfriend and getting on his good side, there's the one thing you can get your mind off of; those damn fangs.

—

You and Miguel have been dating for a solid 5 months now. You still remember the day you got introduced to the spider society and met him. Those dark eyes that flash red, tall and broody, sharp talons that scrape against metal, swept back hair that might as well have swept you off your feet. No literally. The first day you went to meet him you tripped on air and fell straight into his arms. 

How did that manage to win his heart? Now that's the real anomaly. 

One thing you can't get over and can't seem to wrap your head around is his fangs. You’ve been told by him it's used to paralyze enemies when needed, and most of the time he forgets it’s there. But in your mind, you keep replaying the times when he talked, or his rare smiles and laughs reserved for only you. How does he eat with it? Did he ever bite himself when he goes on his rants? How does he not have a lisp with how big they are?

When the sharp fangs glints and it sends shivers down your body. Curiosity and arousal clouds you whenever Miguel talks, and it’s honestly distracting at team meetings.

“Hey, you there?” He snaps his fingers in front of you as you blink away the thoughts, realizing a couple of other Spideys in the briefing looking at you with squinted eyes. 

“Oh yeah- Sorry, pre-mission anxiety and all,” You tried to laugh it off, averting from Miguel's worried gaze. He knows you're capable, he knows you're strong, that's the reason why you're always with him on missions, why you're trusted with a team. But those flashing red eyes couldn't help but hesitate each time you leave the base. 

Miguel continues the brief, assigning teams to universes and anomalies. He sends you off with your teams while he leads his. Each team consists of two spideys, if the anomaly is a particularly notorious villain in their respective universes, Miguel would send three. You’re standing next to Jessica, her bike parked just meters from the portal. While the others had already jumped, Miguel stayed behind while Ben jumped first into the portal. The hum of Jessica’s bike startles you and breaks your eyes from staring at Miguel, and she seems to notice.

“Go ahead, go talk to him,” She nods, a small smile on her lips before she rides off into the portal. You sigh, with your boyfriend staying behind, he seems to have the same idea. 

You walk across the metal floor, Miguel standing just near his portal. “So, an easy one today, huh?” 

“Yeah, me and Ben can take care of him, it’s just another Doc Oct,” He checks something on his watch, the orange hologram lighting up. You can't help but notice it gleams against his fangs. 

“Alright, uhm-” You cough, alerting Miguel as he turns to you. “Be safe out there, babe,” 

The way you said those last words, too small for your usual cheerfulness, makes Miguel’s brows furrow. He reaches for your hand, softly holding them. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine! Don't worry baby,” You smirk, patting his arm where he’s still holding your hand. “Stay safe, and come back home, okay?” 

Miguel tilts his head slightly, before his lips quirks, a ghost of a smile. “You too, my love,” 

And with that, Miguel turns and enters his portal, the circle closes as he disappears. You sigh, both relieved and frustrated somehow. You shook your head, trying to dissipate those thoughts, at least for the time being. Glancing at your portal, you take another breath, before running and leaping into it, another day of saving the multiverse.

—

“Okay, what's going on?” You turn to Jessica leaning on her bike, arms crossed and one brow raised. It’s the ‘Spill It’ face you’ve come to love, but also loathe when she uses it on you.

“What’s ‘what’ going on?” Jessica scoffs, tilting her head when your back is still facing her while you twip a web at the Lizard's jaw, the anomaly tied and secured, ready for transport. “Nothings going on,”

She sees you shrug as you turn around, her only response is to nod again, gauging an answer. Her eyes stare deep into you, making you gulp as you aver her sharp, questioning glare. A beat passes, your suit suddenly feels clammier than usual. You tug slightly at the part that hugs your neck, looking down at the street. 

“Okay fine!” You huff, a satisfied smirk from Jessica. “I’ve been thinking about Miguel-”

“That's not new sweetie,” She snickers, making you stumble on your words. 

“I’m- I know but it's not about him… I guess?”

“Go on…”

“Have you-” You huff, crossing your arms. “You’ve seen his fangs, right? Those sharp things,” You point to your own little fangs, which makes Jesicca hum.

“Hard not to,” She shrugs.

“You ever wonder how sharp they are?” You tilt your head, fully turning to Jessica. “Y’know it's pretty big, and pretty sharp, I wonder how he doesn't bite himself with it? Or how he doesn't have a lisp, or maybe he can retract them but then when he talks it’s always out so I don't know if he can do that, we’ve kissed a couple of times but I didn't feel those things-”

“Okay whoa there,” She chuckles, walking towards you. “I get it, cool fangs, you’re curious about them,” 

She places her hands on your shoulders, a grin on her lips. “That's what got you all distracted today?”

“Yeah… Sorry,” 

“Oh don't be kid, I get it,” She nods, before giggling. “Not ‘get it’ get it, but you're in love, and love makes curiosity and wonder, and I get that,” She pats your arms.

“Bring that up with Miguel, would’ya?” She grinned, a mischievous glint behind her goggles. You blink, realizing she has started walking back to her bike. You chuckle, a steady blush spreading on your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, I will,” You smile, shooting out webs to bring the anomaly back while Jasicca rides into the portal first.

—

Once the anomalies are stored in their cells and boxes, Miguel debriefs the others while you were making sure each anomaly is accounted for.

“I think that's all, right Lyla?” You nod to her small figure sitting on your shoulder. She looks at one of her holograms before nodding.

“Yep! All here,” Her holograms disappear as she glitches and changes to your right shoulder. She suddenly leans in, a dangerous smirk on her face. “So that's what’s up huh?”

You groan, flinching your shoulder which makes her hologram change to stand in front of you. “Lyla you know I hate it when you listen in,” 

“Hey I always listen in, y’know I’m online at all times,” She snickers. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me,” 

You huff, which makes her laugh as you roll your eyes. You glance at Miguel, still talking with the other spideys, those distracting fangs just barely visible between his soft lips. 

“Sooo…” Lyla floats in front of you, again. “You plannin’ on saying anything?” 

She can practically hear the gears in your head turning, before you sigh and remove your mask, adjusting your ruffled hair. “I suggest you stay offline tonight,”

Lyla spots the blooming red that spreads across your face, at which she giggles mischievously. “Okay, whatever you say,” She shrugs before glitching to your right. “I'll just hang out with Margo then,” 

“Yeah, thanks Lyla,” A grateful smile on your lips. Lyla nods before she disappears and leaves you alone. 

Miguel has finally wrapped off the debrief and sent the others to do what they please since today's mission is over. The other spideys wave their farewell to you as they pass, you reply while you walk closer to your boyfriend. Jesica passes you, a sly smirk on her lips, before she pats your shoulder. You give her a small smile before nodding, and she’s on her way.

Miguel’s back is turned, busy with his monitor, wrapping up the day. His head tilts a bit, as he notices you're walking toward him. You pull one of the stray chairs to Miguel's platform and as if instincts, he sat down just as you pushed it behind him. His eyes are still scanning the monitors but he turns slightly towards you as you lean on the consoles. 

“Good job out there Miguel,” You smile, glancing at the screens.

“You too, as always,” His lips quirks, one arm rests on the chair while the other swipes at the screen. “Though I have seen some things we can improve on the teams. I haven't debriefed you yet like the others, so listen to me okay?” 

You nodded, crossing your arms into a more relaxed tone. “Good, so according to team three we need to-” 

And that's the last thing you hear before you turn to look at Miguel, catching that sharp glint of those fangs. Around you, Miguel usually lets his guard down, his way of letting you know he trusts you. So he talks more, his hands punctuate what needs to be punctuated, and those lips move wider. In other circumstances, listening to him would be easy, but with each word he spoke, a peak of those sharp fangs caught your attention instead. Miguel continues to point out the images on the screens, occasionally asking you a question to which you responded with a ‘Uhuh’ or ‘Yeah’. That seemed to satisfy Miguel until—

“-And that's to add the upgrades on your suit, what do you think?” 

“Uhuh,” 

“What?” Miguel retracts, tearing his eye away from the screens. “I asked about your suit?”

A beat passes, before you blink, realizing your boyfriend was staring, and shaking yourself out of the daze. “Huh? What did you ask?”

Miguel sighs, crossing his arms. Sadly those muscles adds another point to the distraction. “Were you even listening to me?” 

He stiffens, watches as you stand in front of him, one arm on the chair's headrest, completely trapping him in. Slowly, your other hand moves up, and settles on his jaw. Throughout the months of dating you, Miguel has never seen this side of you, never seen how bold you could be. Steady hands cup his jaw, your thumb gliding across his lips, before you press slightly. As if a switch is flipped, Miguel inhales sharply and parts his lips, inclining his head when you hold his chin. Your thumb moves over his lower set of fangs, before suddenly followed by your other hand, pushing his mouth open to expose his upper, sharper fangs. His eyes flashes and brows furrows slightly, surprised at the sight of your rapt expression, eyes scanning him.

There's a hint of fondness behind those usually irritated gazes as he looks at you before he sighs and opens his mouth to continue his question before you were overcome with the sudden urge to see. You lean off of the console and approach your boyfriend. “Sorry, Miguel I just have to-”

“Fascinating…” You lean closer, taking pride in the way Miguels is stunned, practically crushing the armrest under his claws. Your index pushes at his upper jaw, letting you get an eyeful of that part of Miguel you’ve been dreaming about. It reflects the blue lights in the room, your eyes widen at it. Your thumb touches its start before gliding down to the pointed end, Miguel pants lightly. How would they feel against my skin?

Your eyes roam up to the prominent blush on Miguel's cheeks, the red in his irises shakes. Slowly, you bring him closer, one hand stays on his chin while the other moves behind his head. His eyes flutter as you press your lips against his, his gasp allows you to slide your tongue inside. Carefully, you trace that sharp fang, making Miguel grunt, his hand suddenly gripped your wrist, pulling apart.

“Don't- It’s dangerous,” He says between pants, the blush coloring his beautiful complexion. 

“Paralysis, right?” You smirk, fingers playing at his curled strands. Miguel shivers then swallows hard. “How about we unwind from today,”

A glint in your eyes, watching as Miguel becomes putty between your hands, his blown-out pupils staring at you in reverence. You smirk, breath ghosting against his lips when you bring him closer again.

“Show me what those fangs do, baby,” 

Reblogs appreciated! Requests are opened! <3

[iknowyuu]

helloooo i was wondering if you could do a fanfic where the reader is clumsy please? like girl is so clumsy that even sieun gotta hold her mf hand so she doesnt fall like damnn... BUT YEA i hope this is a good idea 😕anyways i hope u have a good day, remember to not overwork yourself much okay? <33

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req! around 1k words

note: shaki my fave. this ask is probably a year old LMFAOO, pero espero que disfrutas anyway !!!

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any outsider who happened to be looking into your life- whatever god that’s out there, whatever mysterious force that’s looking, controlling you like you were a sim had to be getting a laugh. in fact, they had to have been steadily laughing for at least a year now.

and for god’s sake, “ouch!” is not your favorite word!!

these thoughts ran through your head just as you bumped into the doorframe as you were attempting to enter your classroom. none of your classmates even looked up at the noise. they were all so used to your clumsiness that it became a daily routine. it was like a little warning that there was ten minutes left before class.

you make your way to your seat, pouting with your arms crossed. you don’t blink or move, even as the boy who sat beside you placed an ice pack on your desk. “thank you.” you mumble begrudgingly, placing it on your elbow.

sieun was like that, too— well, not the never-ending confusion in your balance as well as perception, causing you to constantly trip over invisible matter (air). it’s the consistency. every time you walked home from school together, you would trip over a pebble. every time the two of you were in the lunch line, you’d drop your money, trying to count exact change. i think you get the idea; he was like you in a sense that he expected it.

at lunch, you would constantly complain to sieun about it, telling him the amount of bruises or cuts you'd gotten that day. "sieunnnn," you'd draw out through your attractive pouty lips, sitting down at your usual table, waiting for suho and young-yi to arrive. "look at the paper cut i got. you'd think that my skin would've developed a thicker skin after the amount of times i've nearly died," you say dramatically. "it's so annoying.." you sigh, absentmindedly grabbing a hand of his, playing with his fingers. you sit next to him, placing an arm on the table, and laying your head on your arm, staring up at him.

he didn't say anything, only staring at the way you played with his fingers. he tried not to pay attention to the way you gave him butterflies, and from the way he only gets it from your touch. "it's so unfair. how come this never happens to you.." you ask dejectedly, bringing his fingers towards your lips. "or suho... or young-yi.." you mumble, kissing each of the pads of his fingers, before teasingly blowing at his pinky.

he snatched his hand from you embarrassedly, looking away with a deep blush on his face. "its your fault. you need to pay more attention where you're going."

you scoff. "my fault? are you serious? you know, i was never like this before i met you." you sat up. "it's your fault. maybe if you stopped looking at me with those eyes, stopped hanging around me, stopped looking so cute, and stopped living in my mind i'd be able to finally live my life pain-free." you say, heaving a heavy sigh just as you spotted your friends walking towards the table. the words that had just left your mouth instantly left your consciousness when you waved at them, giggling at the stupid face suho was making.

sieun, though, did not move. instead, he sat there, blushing and thinking.

yes, it's true. ever since the big-eyed introvert entered your life, you suddenly became less and less aware of your surroundings, yet more and more aware of the way sieun's hair would stick up in certain places after you ruffled it. or, even how the tip of his ears would light up red after you complimented him.

he didn't pay you (or anyone else) any mind at all when he was a school-obsessed nerd, but now that he has a social life for once, he was beginning to realize that you only treat him like this. you did not kiss the tips of suho's fingers, nor did you hold the waist of young-yi. it was only him.

these thoughts plagued his mind as the school day came and went, and as per usual, the two of you were walking home together. the sunset was just approaching, and the whole city was bathed in a golden hue, reflecting off of every surface to be found. the two of you walked side by side.

"sorry."

"what?" you turned to look at sieun with curiosity. "sorry for what?"

"for being the one who distracts you all the time. you always get hurt because of me." he says, looking down at the ground as the two of you continue walking.

"sieun.. i was just jo-" he interrupted you, "i should take responsibility for my actions." he said, boldly grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him, just narrowly saving you from bumping your shoulder into a pole.

"o-oh." you say. for once, you were the one who was embarrassed. it didn't last long though, as you giggled softly you interlaced your fingers with his. you miss the way he squeezes your hand, looking away with a faint smile on his face.

"it's about time." you whisper, looking down with a smile that was the opposite of his. noticeable and wide.

[bitchinbarzal]

see you again | J.Hughes

summary: all he wants to do is see you again.

-

Jack was weirdly quiet the whole morning. From coming down to breakfast late, to not talking when everyone was debating their plans for the day and when they eventually agreed on a boat day he just shrugged and walked up to his room.

“What’s up with him?” Luke asks, the question is directed at Alex who’s sharing a room with Jack.

Alex shrugs “He was freaking out this morning when he woke up, like he was looking for someone in the room? He was so annoyed I woke him up”

Everyone frowns, confused by the behaviour and thinking of a reason until Cole speaks

“You know it’s his first time back here since she left”

Everyone looks down the table at him, a slight look of disbelief he’d say that and Cole says “What?! It is! I’m just saying that could be why he’s being sketchy”

Quinn rolls his eyes and adds “Jack’s fine, he’s probably just moody or something girl troubles from back in Jersey. He’s finally come to terms with it so don’t bring it back up”

The oldest brothers stern voice told everyone what they needed to know — don’t bring it up.

The rest of the day consisted of Jack sulking around while everyone tried their best to ignore it.

His brothers were becoming slightly worried about him, sharing glances through the day while his friends were trying to listen to Quinn and leave it alone.

They had docked the boat back up and Jack made his way back to the house immediately, not so much as sharing a glance with anyone.

After doing what they had to do with the boat Trevor decided to follow him into the house, finding him in the basement.

Jack was facing the wall where the cinema projected would usually play movies onto, the wall however now was black alongside most of the room.

“Hey man, you good?”

Jack doesn’t turn around when he answers “I saw her in my dream”

“What?”

“Y/N, i saw her in my dream last night and I got real pissed off with Alex because he woke me up and now I can’t see her anymore”

Trevor sighs and sits next to his friend on the couch “She’s gone Jack”

“I know that”

“You gotta-“

Jack turns to his friend and let’s put a frustrated noise “I know she’s gone! I know that Trevor but I miss her, she just left and I have never gotten over—“

Jack’s rant was interrupted by his friend throwing his hands down on the couch “She’s gone Jack, there was nothing we could do that night”

Jack sinks back into the couch cushions “It was my fault, we fought”

Trevor sighs, sitting on the arm of the couch. That night haunted everyone for months after it happened. You and Jack had fought about a girl that Trevor had brought to the lake house, your jealousy got the best of you at the party the boys had thrown and you guys had a fight.

You ended up storming off but being in the middle of nowhere you decided to drive.

It was stupid and Jack went after you immediately, only to find your car sitting in a ditch down the street where you’d crashed into a tree.

Jack left Michigan soon after that, he didn’t go to the funeral, he didn’t meet your parents for dinner when they flew to jersey to watch him play.

He felt so guilty.

His trauma had blocked you from his mind so much so he had started to forget things about you, like your smile, the colour of your eyes or the perfume you wore.

He was forgetting you. He didn’t want to forget you.

“Jack it was nobody’s fault, shit happens she wouldn’t want you to be this upset”

“I don’t know what she’d want because I can’t really remember much about her” Jack mumbles, playing with his fingers.

“She was your best friend” Trevor started “she loved you, weirdly she chose you over me but whatever I’m not salty”

Jack laughs at that, you’d met at a party in Plymouth when the boys were in the USNTDP and Trevor spent the entire night flirting with you only to go home with Jack.

The two spent the night talking about you, joined by the rest of the house later who joined in on the chat. From funny first meeting stories, remembering your weird quirks and Luke telling the story of the time you accidentally kissed him good morning infront of the Hughes’ because you were so tired and mistakened him for Jack.

Jack felt good for the first time, like he knew you better but it wasn’t enough.

When everyone had fallen asleep Jack got up and walked upstairs, grabbing his keys and getting in his car.

He sat there staring out the front window gripping onto the steering wheel while looking at the road, he can’t see the brick wall that was there now, where your car had tipped.

His hands fall down to the ignition and the engine comes alive. He flips down the sun visor, the picture of you smiling sweetly staring back at him.

“I’m coming baby, I’ll see you real soon”

[tlouadditc]

screw the cops!!

cop!ellabs x dealer!reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut with plot, mentions of drugs [marijuana], cop!ellabs, dealer!reader, a lil bit of knifeplay, dom!ellabs, sub!reader, use of y/n, reader gets cut a lil bit oops!, probably more but i cant think of it rn

last minute a/n: this was another ask i forgot to put under the question ☹️ anyway thank u for the ask!!

[10:06 pm]

MY FAV ;): heyyy u got an 8th?? i can pick up at the library in 15 :)

you read the text, grumbling as you get up from your couch. you quickly shoot back:

YOU: lmk when ur there

it was supposed to be an off-day; sit in your dorm, watch tv, maybe have someone over, but no. everyone needed your shit at all times. she's lucky she's your favorite -- otherwise you would've told her to fuck off.

locking your door behind you, you get in your car and pull out of your driveway. as you glide through the gentle darkness, you feel random anxiety, like something bad is happening. it could be the lack of sleep. it could be the upcoming deadline you haven't started. it could also be the fact the entire campus is being searched because some dumbass freshman left his- no, sorry, YOUR- weed in his dorm and got the cops called. he didn't snitch luckily; he knows you would've gotten him killed if he did. but now there's a patrol going on until they find who's distributing. it's not like you wanted to live this life- you barely graduated high school, getting a small scholarship to a local college. the debt hit you, parents refused to help you anymore because you're an adult, blah blah blah blah. you ended up here to finally make a stable income and not have to chose between being warm or being fed consistently.

the sob story makes you cringe, snapping back into reality as you park in a spot by the front of the campus library. you pull out your phone and send:

YOU: here. wya

3 bubbles quickly pop up, written with a response:

MY FAV ;): kk coming out now

as you read the text, you hear the front doors swing open and a tall, slim figure gets larger as it comes closer. as she steps into the streetlight, you see her; sophomore dina. her long, onyx hair dances down her back as she comes closer to your car. she rests one arm on your window, other arm reaching into her pocket. she pulls out 35 bucks, tilting her head to the side slightly and smirking. you hand her a small baggie and take the bills out of her hand, shoving it into your pocket. "you're the best," she gushed, taking her arm off your window. she starts to turn to walk back to the library when she says, "oh, by the way, gave my friend your number."

you freeze, looking up at her in pure horror. "you what?"

"okay, chill, she's cool," she quickly explains, putting a hand on her hip in annoyance.

you roll your eyes, "the entire campus is getting fucking raided, for god's sake. cmon, dina."

"so, what? not everyone's a dumbass like that kid was."

you sigh. you guess she's right. plus, more business for you in the long run. she gives some information about this girl; her names ellie. she's a sophomore majoring in astrophysics who transferred from another school in jackson. around 5'5, auburn hair, science nerd. "pretty sure she's gay, too," dina winks.

you roll your eyes once more before pulling out and returning home. as soon as you unlock the door and step in, you check your other phone, an unknown number's texts sitting on the lock screen.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: hii this is y/n right?

[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: dina gave me ur number

gotta be ellie, you think to yourself. kinda cute. you don't respond; you hate small talk. no point in trying to get to know each other if you already know what they want. you put your phone down and start to get ready for bed.

an hour later, you get out of your shower and into comfy clothes. as you get into your freshly made bed, your other phone buzzes. you would usually ignore it, but you remember; debate checking the message or leaving it alone until tomorrow. eventually, curiosity gets the best of you and you check your phone. you groan as you read the message:

[11:37pm]

EL: i know its late but can u drop off? i need it :(

goddamnit, leave me alone!

you type up some message along the lines of 'im off today, ask tomorrow bitch,' but decide to be nice. you don't know why, but you only respond with the following:

YOU: off today. ask tmr

3 dots in a bubble move swiftly as a response pops up on your screen:

EL: pleaaaaase itll be quick

you sigh. she's not gonna let up; just like dina.

YOU: fine. ill b at the library.

she hearts your message as you throw on some sweatpants and grab your keys. you go on the same drive but you feel no anxiety this time. it's a newbie, for god's sake- she's the one who's probably nervous. you even put on some music this time, drake lowly lulling in your vehicle. you pull up, same spot as earlier, and you turn down your music. you go to text her, but the doors open before you can press a letter. she's just as dina described- until she gets up to your window. her scattered freckles complimented her bright, emerald eyes. her friendly expression made you soft under her gaze. you didn't realized she was talking for a while until she whispered, "uh... hello?"

"what?" you said, clearly perplexed. she smiled as you remembered what you're there for. she hands you 25 bucks as you place the baggie in her free hand. she lets out a silent "thanks" before you get ready to drive back home.

"uh, actually," she suddenly blurted out, catching your attention. she seemed nervous, like she had something to say, but she was scared of the outcome. "do you mind.. uh.. giving me a ride back home? i mean i walked down here and it's dark so-"

"hop in," you interrupted. it was pretty dark and you wouldn't want patrol on her ass about being out by herself, so you decided to get it over with. she pranced around to the passengers side and practically jumped in.

the ride to her dorm was quiet. ellie was on her phone the entire time; you assumed it was her roommate asking her where she's at. there was a bit of tension you could feel in the air; what type? you couldn't answer that.

coming to a stop at the entrance of her dormitory, she thanked you once again before you prepared to go home yourself.

"you could stay the night," she mumbled, fumbling with the bag in hand.

"what? no- no, i can't do that," you answered. you weren't against staying over, but... going home with someone you literally met an hour ago? absolutely not.

"jus' c'mon. it's late," she insisted, biting her lip anxiously. "plus, i owe you." you sight and give in, turning off the engine and ignition before grabbing your keys and phone and joining her on the walkway. she smiled politely and led you to her dorm.

the entire time you were walking with her, you assessed her appearance in clearer light. her hair was a shaggy cut, parted to the side and tucked behind her ears even though some stray strands still stood. her eyes were welcoming and friendly, giving you a warm feeling of hope. she had a tattoo on her right arm; a fern and a small butterfly. you debate asking her the meaning, but decide against it.

you snap out of your trance when you make it to her door. she unlocks the door and gently pushes it in, leaving room for you to step inside. "come in!"

you take 3 steps inside before you're pushed to the ground and pinned by strong, rough hands. "what the fuc- hey!" you start to shout. you squirm, hopelessly attempting to be freed from the tight grasp of what you thought was a male officer.

"you're under arrest," an unfamiliar, feminine voice states, "for possession and distribution of marijuana. you have the right to remain silent at this time." you see ellie's shoes standing in front of you, silently taunting you as you're handcuffed.

fuck, i should've never trusted her.

you're patted down and escorted to an unmarked car, parked around 30 feet away from your car. the unfamiliar figure is a tall, built woman with a long, blonde braid swinging down her back. her calloused hand grips you tightly as you're being walked. once you reach the vehicle, you're thrown into the back and the door slams in your face. you don't argue or protest; you were caught after one fuck up.

"didn't expect to catch her so easily," ellie brags, slightly looking back at you. you scowl at her, feeling betrayed by not only ellie, but dina, too. she had [hopefully] unknowingly helped them ruin your life. you were for sure not going to be able to finish college now. you wouldn't be able to get a job nice enough to stabilize your life. not to mention the possibility for 5 years of jail time and fees. it all made your head hurt. tears weld up in your eyes as you started to really let reality sink in.

"aw, she's crying," the blonde officer teased, looking at you through the rear-view mirror. you blinked back the tears before spitting out, "fuck you."

"the fuck you just say to me?"

"you heard me; fuck. you."

you could see her jaw clench, her bone well-defined under her skin. "oh, i know you wanna fuck me." a snicker was heard from the auburn girl.

the hell??

it was a weird response, but you decided to play into it. you're already being sent to jail; why not have fun?

"you wouldn't do anything about it if i wanted to anyway."

you saw the blonde's eyes go wide and her jaw drop with disbelief, looking over at her partner. ellie seemed calm, but intrigued by the situation. it was silent, but the way their eyes met was like they were talking through eye contact. ellie tilts her head towards you, signaling something to the other officer. as if she could read her mind, the blonde nods and pulls over to an abandoned alleyway.

"what's going on?" you question, attempting to hide the fear in your voice, but failing miserably. the blonde got out of the car and slammed the door shut as ellie simply answered, "you said we wouldn't do anything, hm?"

a shiver went down your spine as the door to your right opened, the blonde hopping in as you scooted all the way to your left.

"uh-uh, come here," she demanded as her hand wrapped around your neck and dragged you back to her. at this moment, your back rests against her toned thighs, handcuffed hands under your ass, legs laying on the seat.

"you wanna be disrespectful to me and my partner?" she jerks your head up, making you look at her. her sharp features take up your vision as she looks down at you with dark eyes. "you think you were just gonna get away with that? nuh-uh, not on my watch." you take your gaze off her face to read her badge, which reads "ABBY ANDERSON".

you're so focused on abby that you don'r realize ellie is on the other side of you, watching you and abby interact. you feel a sharp object on your jeans, scoring against the material. your head jerks down to see ellie running a pocketknife over your clothed cunt, fear and adrenaline running through you all at once. your breathing picks up speed as she cuts through your jeans, making a hole in the crotch. abby chuckles at your reaction, caressing your face as she coos, "not so tough now, huh?"

you're too caught up in looking at ellie's actions to respond. she puts the knife down, letting a feeling of relief wash over you. she mutters a "fuck it" before placing both hands on either side of the hole she made and ripping your jeans. you gasp, anxiety filling you once more. she smirks up at you, grabbing her knife and running it over your barely covered pussy. she loves the way you try to get away from her knife, silent cries as she gets closer to the meat of your thigh. she slightly cuts into you, small drops of blood racing down your inner thigh. you wince in pain, turning back to abby. "shh, it's okay," she reassures, kissing your sweaty forehead. "just a little cut. you're okay." you feel ellie's warm tongue running over the wound, collecting the red liquid. she kisses near your core, green eyes piercing into you before whispering, "so sweet" and smiling. abby gently kisses you, drawing your attention away from your cut to her and only her. she taps her pointer finger on your chin and whispers "open up", which you obey to. her lips purse together, gathering the liquid in her mouth before a ball of saliva drops into your mouth and onto your tongue. "swallow," she commands, and you close your mouth and swallow it, feeling it slip down your throat. she smiles, tapping your cheek lightly as she praises you. "good girl. she's doing so well, isn't she, el?"

ellie hums, hyper-focused on your pooling pussy. "so wet," she says in awe, "all this gets you off, doesn't it?"

you're oh so needy, cunt begging to be touched in any form. you nod ferociously, whining for any friction on your puffy clit. "you want it, yea? beg for it."

"p-please, ill do anything, just fuck me- ohmygod-" you babble, hips bucking up into ellie's face. she chuckles before looking up to abby, meeting her gaze. "she's been so good for us. give her a lil' reward."

with that, ellie cuts your underwear with one swift movement, completely exposing your pussy to her. she gasps at the sight, glistening skin in the low light. she whispers a spew of curses, spreading you apart as abby kisses you passionately. you moan into the kiss as ellie rubs your bud with her thumb. your noises go straight to her core, making her slightly whimper. she lays a flat tongue on your core, soaking up all of your juices on the pink muscle. abby wraps a firm hand around your throat, restricting airflow enough to make you completely feel ellie on you.

"fuck- oh, my god-" you cry, tears welling up in your eyes once more. the feeling is too much; abby kissing you, ellie eating you out- everything is overstimulating you. ellie smiles against your pussy, sucking on your clit while shoving two fingers in you. you whine and squirm away from her, but her other hand keeps you in place.

"i'm gonna- m'cumming- !!" you breathe, clenching around ellie's long fingers. abby praises you through it; "oh, so good for us, baby." "cum all over her fingers f'me, yes." small kisses are planted on your face once again, soothing you through your orgasm. ellie slowly takes her fingers out with a pop! before shoving one glistening finger into her mouth. she moans at the taste of you, maintaining eye contact with you. "shit, so sweet," she murmurs, looking over at abby. "wanna taste?"

"of course," abby says slyly, glancing over at you before sucking on ellie's middle finger, completely cleaning it off. she moans at the taste, finally letting ellie's middle finger go after a couple of seconds. she pulls you into another sloppy, heated kiss, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

"such a sweet thing," she coos, wiping your face. "too bad we gotta take you in now."

"can't let me off with a warning?"

"we would, but we'd be here for much longer and you'd be more bruised up." abby frowns in a mocking manner.

"so you're taking me in with no pants or underwear?"

"yup. don't underestimate us and, more importantly, don't sell drugs."

a/n: this was so fun to write omg ... part 2 will be coming me thinks

[luffyvace]

katsuki x male reader hcs

Yeah because yeah. Just yeah. I said I’d do them because yeah, so yeah :)

You being a male doesn’t really difference him he prob never thought of relationships in the first place

he didn’t even remember his classmate’s names at first

so he didn’t expect to come to UA and find a boyfriend at all

His only goal was to become the no. 1 hero

and still is

but now he has you to get to the top with him :)

and yes he will force and push you to do your best because he cares for you and wants you at the top next to him

no matter how lazy you are you’d best get up before he drags you

he prioritizes himself, always

but that doesn’t mean he cares about nothing else!

if someone says smth negative about your relationship……actualIy I highly doubt they’d say smth to his face 😂

this is a world where clock app and powers exist. I doubt people care about what sexuality you are

but for that one jerk that does-

your gonna have to physically stop kats from pummeling them

only joking

but seriously he’ll chew them out about it

it mostly consistent of (empty, but they don’t know that) threats and “mind your own business (calls out feature of theirs that look strange)”

THAT SHOULDN’T BE FUNNY BUT IT KINDA IS

anyway anyway

the “Baku squad” (it’s so strange to say now but let’s roll with it👌) is on your side

mina will also chew them out

denki is recording-

so is sero

kirishima is the one who gets Katsuki to finally walk away

and I mean he has to physically pull him

But outside of that the “baku squad” is very supportive and teasing towards you two

they mostly tease Kats, not you, because

they know he’ll get annoyed

they have to do it then run tho because he threats to blow them up

everytime-

sero and denki are the main victims of this

sometimes kiri joins in

mina mostly records- LOL

your either not there and Mina shows you the video (you tell her to send it to you so you can make fun of him forever)

or your there laughing in the background

if your friends with izuku it ticks him off

he doesn’t want you talking to his competition lol

it’s not him being possessive or anything he doesn’t care who you talk to

it’s just that the topic of izuku in general gets on his nerves

but that’s in like season 1-3 ish

by season 4 and up he’s pretty cool with it or whatever because now he just sees izuku as a person he has to exceed

not a insult punching bag

training together is……there needs to be a new word for brutality because that is NOT enough

seriously he’s not easing up for a second

if you don’t watch your back your getting FRIED

LOLLL

you switch between what training grounds you go to and he always chooses 🤦‍♀️

you have to have like a million water breaks because you always get so tired from how he relentlessly attacks you

no matter what approach you take 8.5 times out of 10 he wins

unless your on izuku, Todoroki, tokoyami level

or if your intelligent enough to outsmart him (bro you gotta get creative because don’t think for one second he’s too stupid to catch on)

at this point always assume he knows your plan/next move

because 70% of the time? He does.

it doesn’t matter what your quirk is or what you can physically do (as far as fighting and flexibility) you train in every aspect

so like rescue, fighting, timed bomb, etc

and yes you do get scolded by him

if your better than him tho!

He loves you and your his boyfriend butttt…

he low key sees you as competition too..

😅🤷‍♀️

he’s proud of you and confident in your abilities

he’ll even rely on you to go separate ways to defeat villains

but he still need to surpass you bro..

he’s not settling for 2nd place just because he loves you 😬🤷‍♀️

cooking together is fun if your good at it !!

otherwise…..

if your skilled in cooking you have your portion and he has his that he needs to cook

whoever finishes first does the plating

he likes cooking with you cuz you know what your doing

he doesn’t have to yell instructions

but if you don’t know..

yeah like I just said he’s yelling instructions

i sincerely hope you don’t burn the food

he’s kicking you out the kitchen 😐

your permanently banned💗 (you and denki twinning- joking!!)

spicy foods is definitely a thing

like 80% of his dishes have spice

so I sure hope you like that

otherwise I hope you can cook because you making your own meals

I mean he can make some without spice for you

but don’t bug him too much (asking for too many things like “oh and peppers, oh and onion, oh and garlic oh and-“)

studying together is like him studying with kirishima but 0.20% gentler

btw

if you have a messy dorm he scolds you and refuses to go in your dorm until you clean it

he’s germaphobic so he acts like your entire room is diseased 😀

if he can’t convince you to clean it he’ll get in there one day and do it himself

only if he has free time

and only because he can’t stand the thought that those germs exist

it bothers him even if he never sets foot in there🧍‍♀️

like seriously he gets the creepy crawlies just knowing they exist

He’s for sure not letting you in his dorm

if that’s the way you leave your own dorm….what’ll you’ll do to his??

how you present yourself shows who you are

so if he sees that when you first start dating??

yeah he’s going to reconsider dating you

if your relationship were to get serious he’d have to live with that !!

ain’t no way

he’d rather find out now and either nip it in the bun or end it😬🥲

if you keep your dorm clean he’s way more likely to go in there with you

to like chill you feel me?

him texting you/how he texts :3

”wya”

”we need more spices for dinner can you pick up some”

”where’s dofus he left my dorm disgusting.” (dofus is denki)

“What movie are we watching” (it’s time for movie night—it was a surprise)

”I’m going to the store do you need anything?”

”text me the grocery list”

”I told you to stop asking me for homework answers. If you’d do it yourself you wouldn’t fail your tests.”

“tell weird hair to answer my text”

”meet me at _____” (either a surprise date or to train, depends on location)

”do you want some ____” — “are your sure because I’m not giving you any if you ask for mine” — “I got you your own don’t ask me for nothing”

he texts really straight forward

also, a period at the end means he’s mad 👍

he uses abbreviations when needed but prefers to type it out because he’s not lazy

Lol-

These were fun!! Enjoy!!

Kats>>

[moongoopy]

The Fingernail Issue

c: gojo wasn't told of toji having a sibling leading him to wonder what kind of brother toji fushiguro was

c/w: Reader is adopted here, modern au, fluff, Toji's family are not a bunch of assholes, Reader is Toji's adoptive sibling, platonic and crack and humour ig

a/n: thought about this while making potato chips

"You have a sibling!? Why haven't you told us?"

"There was no need."

Toji slurped his noodles, ignoring the groan that he got from Gojo Satoru. Being in the same club with Gojo Satoru and a few other extras proved to be quite fun. He thought joining the basketball club with egocentric people would be infuriating but in this little group he managed to make friends suprisingly. He let Sukuna take his shrimp while he shrugs, right now; Gojo was quite adamant on getting to know his kid sibling that was in the same school as him, just two grades lower than him.

Geto slips in a joke if he wanted to court them or something since the white haired male next to him who was currently miming a camera with his two hands. Just the thought of another Fushiguro gave him the heebie jeebies, he was already offputting with how crass his personality was, his sibling would probably be the same. He gagged to Geto's comment, his hand on his chin when he thought about it.

"Unless, your sibling isn't a carbon copy of you and is way more better than you.."

Sukuna waved his hand to deny that sentence with a smirk and it received a nudge from Toji, they had this whispering thing they had going on to keep secrets away from Gojo and they giggle like two middle schoolers finding out about a dirty secret.

"Oh so you've met them, Ryoumen?" Nanami sipped his coffee, he had his notebook infront of him, consistently taking notes since he'd miss a day of school and its already biting him in the ass. The pink haired male shrugged, copying the same move as his friend that made Gojo click his tongue to.

"If you don't like them, why are you even curious?"

Gojo defended himself, "Its not that I dont like them, I barely met them. Its just that.."

Without noticing he painted an image of you even before seeing you in the flesh so maybe you weren't that bad. Gojo just cant imagine Toji having a sibling, would he be a doting brother? A strict one? Geto had stated stuff about dating and he barely batted an eye so it looked like to Gojo that Toji didnt really care about you but the next words that Toji said irked him.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind, Gojo. Mind sharing?"

Toji finished his noodles but thought of leaving some of the soup at the bottom, thats where all the seasonings sink to. Knocking his chopsticks into the bowl, he leaned forward to hear what Gojo had say. Gojo was the type to walk past the obvious and it was funny. Seeing THE Gojo Satoru struggle was entertaining.

"Nah, I'm good, I'll just see them myself." He bit on his lollipop, crunching up the last bits down his throat.

"Good luck finding them then," The black haired man got up from his seat with his tray and Gojo gasped. He hasn't even finished asking questions but knowing him, he loved avoiding questions like some personal torture he lets people go through.

"I'm bringing my mom to the clinic so I gotta run," Toji gruffly said, grabbing his jacket and he was so fast to slip away.

"Hey! Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse again? Me and Suguru legit saw Mrs. Fushiguro doing laps the other day!"

"Even did some cardio too.." Geto chuckled, remembering how Toji's mom proudly confessed how she had done a lot of stuff in one day. It made him smile while Gojo was sulking like a poodle beside him. Sukuna cleared his throat from eating and cleaned his plates up. He glanced at Gojo mischeviously.

"Well.. if you want to know one thing.." Sukuna dragged the silence a little longer before chuckling. "They're a bit of the same."

Sukuna too walks away, waving slyly to meet up for practise soon and Gojo scoffed. That sleazy bastard thought that information on you was new.

"That was sooo lame."

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Toji had his hands on the wheel, listening to his mother talk about what should they have for dinner. In between talking about your favourites and if his dad was gonna come home, she recalled the days where you first came home.

Mama Fushiguro liked recalling this a lot and when many people were bored by this tale by now, Toji showed interest. He didn't admit though when he finally had a kid sibling in his house, he was actually pretty elated. The house was quiet on its own with himself but with you, it was like he had a friend.

When you are adopted, his peace wasn't disrupted at all but it was like yours was. You were in a completely new environment but not unfamiliar. You had been fostered before but he didn't pry into your past, there was no need to he thinks. It was normal for you to be distant even if his parents try to pry you out your shell like a cat with its nails stuck on the walls. You claw back to your comfort and wasn't all that talkative.

He didn't force you to talk or advise you on anything because it was clear you could handle yourself, you just like to keep to yourself more than his parents. But knowing this doesn't make the bond between you and him all the more stumped. He did attempted to eventhough his mother would nag about how it was barely anything; calling you down for dinner wasn't talking and hell, task dividing either!

Going to the same college didn't made you two any closer. He thought asking you about school was corny and didn't bother, he didn't really think much of it. By the tired look in your face, it was more than enough to know what you've been through but he was sure you stayed out of trouble because he made sure of that.

He took his usual route back to the car but realise you were a bit late. You weren't usually tardy, he was and even so you would still wait for him out of courtesy. He spun back around and thought of fetching you in an instant. Maybe now was the time he would open his mouth and talk to you.

There was a bit of a ruckus in one of the classrooms. If he didn't had sharp ears then he would've walked right past but that was one of the subject classes you attend and peeped in.

It was horrid.

He saw a bunch of hooligans messing up your notebooks and scraping it against the ground with their shoes. He recognized some of them as they squat at your level and taunt you.

It was some people in his fan club or whatever and he heard bits of how someone this puny couldn't be his sibling. You were clutching onto a bag and it wasn't just your bag that you were concerned of, the laptop that his parents gave were in it and the bag slides clean off and you were only protecting the laptop with your life. You didn't mind your keychains being ripped off and tossed about but amongst the stomping, the laptop was clutched tightly in your arms.

"Hey!"

His shout boomed across the room, shocking even you. You looked up to see your brother and he looked about ready to rip into the bullies with his bare hands. The group turned pale when they saw that their idol had caught them in the act of tormenting his little sibling and bit their tongue as their knees wobble.

The details of the lecture/threat of Toji wasn't heard as your ears buzz with fear. His touch made you snap back to reality, his rough hands helping you up gently and you wobble in your place.

"Holy shit.." You exclaimed in a huff to which he looked at you in an instant.

"You're really fucking loud when you're mad."

Silence settled to which the both of you laughed at in few seconds. This was the first time you didn't feel akward and commented so honestly. He patted your back and pick up your stuff, though soiled; atleast you were only shaken but unharmed.

The walk back to the car came naturally albeit a bit of limping in your step, you had twisted your ankle while running to catch the laptop before the others did and it sparked hellfire in Toji. His main priority now is atleast offering a crumb of comfort and heard out your reasoning for portecting a device rather than your skull.

"We could always buy you a new laptop,"

"I like the one now."

"Its not worth it breaking your skull in to protect it though."

To be honest, it wasn't about liking it. Just the big smiles on your adoptive parents' faces when they urged you to open the gift they bought you, it made your eyes all teary.

You weren't adopted before but you had to go through mean foster parents that had too much on their hands and that led to negliance to your needs. That led to several arguments and got you sent to the adoption center and it broke you, just the thought of connecting with another family made you numb.

But this family was so gentle with you. Even when you showed that there was no need for such kindness yet it wasn't that they coaxed you out of your shell but that they were so tender through their actions.

Toji notices the tears and scratches the back of his neck, he didn't read this in the big brother dummy book to know what to do if his little sibling cries. You had a distant look in your eyes before you realised you had reached the car with him.

Thankfully, both parents didn't notice the missing schoolbag or the agitated state that you're in. They were all smiles and Mamaguro was powdering on her face so it meant a family outing tonight.

You couldn't help but panic when you try to think of an explanation of your missing bag but Toji butted in on his parents conversations.

"Hey, Y/N wanted some ice cream before dinner, is that okay?"

Toji blurted out all of a sudden and you so badly wanted to deny it but he dug a deeper hole for you when the two agreed so quickly. They were excited that you finally requested something in a while and the car swerved to the nearest convenience store. Your brother adjusted himself in his seat, taking out his earphones and leaned a bit closer so the two infront won't hear.

"No worries, there's a store that sells bags beside the convenience store."

You huffed out a breath, your mouth feeling so dry and nodded to his words. He was a life saver.

Toji remembered how jittery you were when he suddenly made up some shit about you wanting ice cream that he couldn't help but chuckle outloud. The light from your eyes almost dimmed when you thought he would snitch on you. He parked close to the clinic, turning his back to grab an umbrella incase it rained. His mom pouted to his sudden chuckle and sighed.

"What are you laughing for? You're not ditching practise, yknow? You're going after you send me off at the clinic."

"Huh?" His mom showed a text conversation between her and Geto and scoffed. The lengths that man bun would go to have him show up at practise. That damn milf hunter-

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"Hands up if your name is Y/N Fushiguro!!!" The class erupted in some noise upon seeing the popular duo stand near the doors of their class. When you heard your name being called, you reluctantly raised your hand; recognising who these two were.

The duo's faces fell for a moment, choking. Oh, you were adopted? Not in an offensive way obviously but Gojo might've heaved a sigh of relief. Atleast you weren't a splitting reflection of your brother, that would give him nightmares! Geto on the other hand realised why Toji would hide such a fact, an element of suprise if you will. He thought the two of them wouldn't find you out in an instant, did Toji thought so low of them? You raised a brow, wondering what they wanted.

They watched you walk out the classroom and Gojo adjusted his glasses. The graphic t-shirt and the style you had was a sublte influence from your brother.

"Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You had the exact relaxed expression like your brother except you slowly turn weirded out, why were they ogling you like this?

You took time to observe them head to toe subtly while Gojo yapped about the tale of how Toji didn't reveal that he had a younger sibling, they were lean and muscular and they had this obvious good cop bad cop duo energy. The white haired man sounded visibly upset that you were kept as a secret from the rest, was this some kind of facade to get to know you better? You shifted to one foot to another, stopping the music playing in your earpods and cleared your throat.

"Do you want to get with my brother or something orrr...?" Gojo didn't get to the point so you went straight in but due to their reactions, you might've miscalculated. Tilting your head, you pointed at Geto's painted nails and the earrings he had.

"And you.. are you two like gay or something?" You put your hands in defense, talking quickly before they get the wrong idea, "Hey, I don't discriminate. I just barely had any fans of my brother be male sooo..."

For once in their lives, Gojo was speechless and Geto had his eyes wide open like crazy.

One thing was for sure, anyting that was the apart of the Fushiguro family was a complete nightmare.

[babyhatesreality]

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Paring: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Summary: You really want a pet. Papa really doesn’t. Daddy is just having fun watching the battle.  Warnings: DDLG themes (SSC), f!reader, reader is named (but name scarcely used), language, stubborn baby, stubborn papa, threat of Time Out, fluff (there will always be fluff in my stuff (that rhymed, album coming out with Anthony Mackie soon) :D)

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“Please??”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease??”

“No.”

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!”

“No no no no no no no.”

“But Papa!” you whined, throwing your hands up desperately. Steve looked up from his desk with that no-nonsense look. You sighed and dropped your hands, knowing you’d already lost. You pouted with all your might.

“I said no. Now stop asking,” Steve said firmly, arching one eyebrow up at you as if to warn you to behave. You tilted your head as his blue eyes stared sternly into yours. 

“But...how am I a’posed to get you to say yes if I can’t ask anymore?” you asked, genuinely curious. Before Steve could heave another world-weary sigh, a chuckle from behind you turn your focus around. Bucky was leaning against the doorframe, not even trying to suppress the shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Convinced him yet, munchkin?” he asked you. You shook your head dramatically, hoping it would win you sympathy points. 

“No. He still says I can’t have a kitty,” you said mournfully. Steve rolled his eyes at your theatrically wounded tone. “But I really really want one, Daddy.”

Bucky nodded. “I know you do, baby. I’m on board. But like I said- you gotta convince Papa.” He looked up to see Steve shooting daggers with his eyes in his direction. “Personally, I still think it’s a great idea,” he plowed on, deliberately ignoring the glare. 

You whipped around to face Steve again, your eyes wide with delight. “See, Papa! Daddy says we can!” Steve’s face morphed into something kinder as his gaze turned to you. 

“Angel, you’re too little to take responsibility for a cat. It’s a living animal that needs care and attention.”

“I can be we-sponsa...we-sponble...we....I can do it!”

Steve couldn’t help but grin as you stumbled over the word, but then put his serious Papa face back on. “Maybe I’d believe you if your bed was made and your teeth were brushed. Those are both chores that you have yet to do that show your responsibility, and I’m pretty sure neither of them are done right now,” he said nonchalantly, deliberately turning his gaze back to his paperwork to see what you’d do. 

Upon hearing that, you turned and raced out of the room, Bucky neatly sidestepping as you tore down the hall to your bedroom. You knew Steve shouted something about not running or something, but you didn’t have time to listen- you were on a mission to prove that you were we-spans....we-spandable...that you could do it.  

Bucky laughed, watching you nearly slide past your door in your socked feet during your mad dash. Steve’s ticked-off gaze swung back up to his partner. “You’re not helping,” he snarled at Bucky. 

“I’m not trying to,” Bucky answered back. Steve shot him an aggravated look. “Why are you so dead-set against getting a cat, Stevie?” he asked, walking into the room and plopping himself in the chair next to the desk. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Because, Buck, you and I have a lot on our plates already, and Katie is too little to remember to take care of it consistently.”

“I think she can do it. She wants it badly enough. We can just add it to her chore chart.”

“And see how well that’s working out?” Steve responded sarcastically, gesturing to where you had just exited in a rush a moment ago.

“So she missed a couple things this week. Big deal.”

“First off, you can’t miss a couple things when you’re taking care of a live animal. Second, you want to reward her bad behavior by getting her something that will be even more work?

“Stevie, you’re looking at this the wrong way,” Bucky said, leaning forward on his elbows. He stopped for a second, hearing the pounding of little feet as you raced to the bathroom to complete your second task. “If that doesn’t prove my point...” Bucky murmured under his breath before turning his gaze back to his husband. “Look. She really wants this. She wants it bad enough and she’s stubborn enough to pull it off. Why don’t you try letting her show you she can be responsible? Give her a few new things to do, tell her it’s a trial run to see if she can handle it. Either she’ll prove that she can, or it’ll be too much work and she’ll lose interest.” Steve thought for a moment, then fixed Bucky with a no-nonsense stare. 

“Will you stop encouraging her to pester me about it in the meantime?” he asked, arching one eyebrow, knowing that Bucky had been behind the subtle reminders to bombard him with your asks. 

“Absolutely not. This is too much fun.”

You raced back into the room just in time to catch the word ‘fun’, clambering onto Steve’s lap. “Look, Papa, I brushed my teeth! See?” You breathed heavily and open-mouthed right into his face so he could smell the minty freshness. Papa snorted a laugh, then suddenly wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest tightly. 

“You are adorable, you know that?” he said, nuzzling his nose into your hair and smelling your clean, warm, soft scent. You giggled and blushed, turning your face into his chest and nuzzling back. 

“Made my bed too,” you said hopefully, your face smushed up against him but not wanting to lose your momentum. Steve dropped a quick kiss onto the top of your head, then leaned back to look you in the face. 

“Alright, sweetness, let’s make a deal, okay?” 

“Okay, Papa! Deal!” 

“I haven’t even told you what the deal is yet.”

“Right!”

Another chuckle. “Here’s the deal. Daddy and I are going to give you a few more chores on your chore chart. They’re going to be things that need to be done every day. These are going to be things to prove that you can be responsible enough to take care of a kitty cat every day. Do you understand?”

You nodded vigorously, wiggling in your excitement. “Yeah, Papa, I do! I do! Then we can get a kitty?”

“Well, that will depend on you, baby,” he said simply. You stopped wiggling- this was getting serious. “You will need to do all your chores, every day, for a whole month. No missing, no skipping, no ‘I forgot’. If you can do that, we can move on to the next step of possibly getting a cat.” Steve ignored the glare that Bucky was now shooting his way, presumably about the ‘next step’ remark. Hel, if he was going to capitulate to both of you and bring a live animal into this apartment, he was going to make damn sure it was the right call before subjecting a poor kitten to possible neglect. 

For Bucky’s part, he knew that Steve was going to make you jump through hoops to prove your responsibility, but he hadn’t anticipated a multi-tiered acceptance program. Sometimes he missed the little guy that would just rush head first into anything, but being an Avenger and seeing the trouble that Tony would get himself into with that kind of thinking had curbed that to an extent. Not to mention anything having to do with you; especially your well-being and safety. If Bucky was being honest with himself, as much as he sometimes missed the ‘little guy’, he loved the caring, sensitive, over-protective man even more. His face morphed from annoyed into a soft smile at that realization. 

As for you, you thought very hard about what Papa said. He was very serious about the whole thing, so you knew that you must be serious too. Could you do it? It wasn’t that they ever gave you chores that were out of your league or didn’t understand when you were a bit younger and couldn’t complete them- they were very fair and understanding. It was just...a lot to think about in your little mind. 

But you were also stubborn and determined. You could do this. You could do this for your future kitty cat child. You WOULD do this. 

“Deal,” you said to Papa, with your most serious face on. You held out your hand to shake as you’d seen him and Uncle Tony do a lot when they were done arguing about stuff. Papa barely suppressed his grin and shook your hand. 

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Exactly one month later, Steve was flabbergasted. And starting to sweat. Not only had you completed your chore chart every day (sometimes by the skin of your teeth but it still counted), you had also taken to “feeding” your stuffies every day to show your responsibility. You brought them to the breakfast table and insisted on making them a little bowl full of whatever handful of stuff you could grab from the pantry- Cheerios, goldfish, M&Ms if you could find them. You would then plop your chosen stuffy down next to you with the bowl in front of them and tell them to eat up as you ate your own breakfast. 

The first couple days had been cute, but then Steve was starting to get disgruntled at the waste of food. “Katie-Cat,” he’d scolded gently. “You need to stop putting bowls down for your stuffies. They....” He’d been about to say ‘don’t eat’ when he stopped. Both yours and Bucky’s eyes had slid to him on his last ‘they’; yours were wide with concern, Bucky’s were narrow at Steve’s close call to breaking your spell of play. “They...don’t finish it all,” Steve concluded lamely, giving Bucky a look as if to say Is that better? “We don’t want to waste food, do we?”

“Papa,” you explained carefully and slowly, as if he was dumb and just not getting the concept. “I HAVE to. I am being we-sponsor-ball.” 

How was he supposed to argue with that?

It wasn’t that he didn’t think a cat would be a good addition to their little family. He just wanted to make very sure it was the correct move, especially where you were concerned. Tomorrow was the deadline for the month, but what was the next step going to be? 

As if to answer his inner turmoil, he heard Bucky scolding you from your bedroom about keeping your room clean yet again. It had been a point of contention for all of you ever since day one. Both Steve and Bucky liked clean, orderly spaces- a throwback from their days in the army, no doubt. They made it your chore to make sure all your clothes were picked up and your toys were put away by the end of the day, but they hadn’t counted on just how much destruction you could do between waking up and going to bed. You just simply didn’t care if your pajamas were on the floor all day- they just had to be put in the hamper by bedtime. Neither Bucky nor Steve had made any headway in convincing you to just put them straight into the hamper. And from the sounds coming from your room, it was pretty clear that Bucky was trying (and failing) again. This gave Steve a fantastic idea. 

He trotted to the door where Bucky was standing, arms crossed, and peered inside. You were stomping to your hamper with ill grace, throwing your pajamas and socks and play clothes into it, not saying a word. The scowl on your little face was adorable to him, although he knew Bucky was about two seconds from the ‘lose the attitude’ speech and making you sit in Time Out.  

“You know, angel,” Steve broke in, causing you to look up, surprised. “You’re going to have to keep a kitty’s stuff clean too.” He saw Bucky suddenly relax and smirk out of his periphery- he knew where Steve was going with this- and Steve knew he was on the right track. “You’re going to have to wash its food and water bowls and pick up any kitty toys that it leaves out,” he said, emphasizing all the additional chores deliberately. “Going to have to clean up a lot for a kitty.” They had previously agreed that there would be no litter box scooping- they were both too freaked out about the germs that you could get and anyways there were all these self-cleaning litter boxes nowadays. No sense in not taking advantage of today’s technology. 

The little statement worked like a charm. Suddenly, you were in a flurry to clean up the rest of your clothes, even going so far as to toss Pipsqueak back onto your bed from where he had fallen a couple minutes ago. When your room was clean, you stood in front of Papa, brushing the hair out of your sweaty face and looking at him hopefully. 

“In fact, that’s the next level of you being responsible enough to get a kitty,” Steve said, laying it on thick. “You will need to keep your room perfectly clean all day.”

“I can do it! I can be we-sponsor-ble!”

“For three months.”

Your jaw hit the floor. Three whole MONTHS?! Were they insane?! How did they expect you to accomplish such a huge, Herculean feat?! Was this even legal?! 

Both Papa and Daddy were smirking at your astonishment in how you were possibly expected to live up to such lofty expectations. And those smiles got your stubborn wheels turning. You stood stock still, thinking hard. Then it came to you.

Suddenly, you ran to your bed, yanking up your blankets, pillow, and Jellybean. You tossed them off your bed. “That’s not keeping your room clean, Trouble,” Bucky said casually, but you ignored him. You carefully smoothed down the sheets and reorganized the remaining furry friends into a nice display. You then gathered up your stuff and proceeded to march out the door. 

Steve and Bucky were confused- what in the world were you doing? They followed you into the hallway, curious. You plopped your stuff down, then brushed past them again, closing your bedroom door. You turned to look at them, expectantly. They stared back at you. None of you spoke for the longest time. 

Steve finally broke the ice. “What was that all about, baby?” he asked gently, gesturing to your pile of blankets. 

“My room is clean now,” you said triumphantly. “So I’m gonna live in the hallway for three months and my room will stay clean for the whole time and then we have to get a kitty.”

It was Steve’s turn to drop his jaw. Bucky ducked his head, his whole body shaking as he tried to contain his uproarious laughter at your proclamation. Once he had gotten ahold of himself enough, he looked at your with wild mirth. 

“So I’m thinking a solid white cat. Maybe we could name it Alpine. What do you think, Trouble?”

[lunajay33]

New World🍂Part.10

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world, now you and your best friend Daryl Dixon had to stay alive but will you finally confess?

Warnings: This chapter contains light sh if you’re not comfortable don’t interact

Part.9

•Masterlist•

I tried to go through the day like normal, working around the prison, helping where I can especially with Judith, having her in my arms gave me a little piece of what I had in my dreams, imagining her as Daryl’s and mine, Daryl brown hair, gorgeous light blue eyes, one that I could coddle at night and claim her as my own, but that dream was ripped away when someone would come and take her for their turn watching her

Maggie had came a few minutes ago and taken her gently from my arms, it felt like my heart would pull away with her everytime, and now what? I just go on like usual with this pain consistently play over in my head, I want that baby, I want her with me, I want Juniper to grow up and be happy but it’s not real and it might never be

I decided to go out to hopefully clear my head a bit, get some fresh air, I saw Daryl’s bike and sat on it as opposed to the hard dirty ground, I looked through the field seeing Daryl and Glenn and Carol taking down some walkers at the fence, he was so amazing everything he’s done, all the memories of him trying to cheer me up even as a kid and I knew he’d be great with a baby but he said we can’t and I don’t wanna push him but keeping this feeling to myself is unbearable I just need to cry about it, and I needed him to help me get over this intense sadness that plagued my mind

Daryl came walking up to the prison once they took out the majority of the walkers, noticing me on his bike

“Yer looking pretty there sunshine” he said running his hand through my hair

“Can I talk to you?” I asked playing with the ends of his sleeveless shirt

“M’kay” he grumbled as he took my waist moving me further back in the bike so he could sit facing me, a weird seating situation but it wasn’t uncomfortable and him being close helped, he placed his hands on my thighs and rubbed reassuringly

“What’s going on?” And that question let damn that was holding my tears back, break wide open, I was a blubbering mess

“Sunshine yer scarin me” he said bringing my head into his chest

“Remember how I asked you yesterday about kids?” I finally managed to say

“Ya”

“I had a dream….where we had our little life together, I was home after teaching waiting for you to come home, I had made your favorite meal and when you got home I cleaned all the dirt and oil off you, then me you and our little baby girl had supper together, and I was so happy Daryl she was beautiful she looked just like you…..her name was Juniper, but then you told me none of it was real and…….and we’d never get to have that life together, that it was ripped away from us before we even got a chance” I was hiccuping and I knew I was screaming crying that other could hear, it just hurt so much

Daryl was now holding my face looking me in my red eyes from crying so hard

“It hurts, I wanted so much with you, I dreamed of it everyday when we were younger until this stupid shit ruined it, I just wanted you to be happy with me for once”

“Baby, I love ya, yer the only thing I ever need, I won’t lie and say I never thought of that life with ya cause I have, ta have a family and grow old together, but I still have ya and ya still have me, ya can’t give up on us cause we’re lucky we managed ta survive together and I didn’t lose ya, I’m sorry baby” he said his voice wavering

“I’m sorry I’m being so dramatic D, I just needed to talk about it” he leaned in and kissed my tears away then my lips

“Ya don’t gotta be sorry and it ain’t dramatic, yer my girl but I promise ya we’ll be happy again, I’m happy where ever ya are”

“You’re my home Daryl, I love you”

“I love ya too”

That night I slept a bit better, knowing I would have Daryl there with me when I woke up, I still wasn’t going to give up hope that one day we still might get that dream but for now I’m happy I atleast have Daryl here who somehow still loves me

~2 weeks later~

A lot of things happened over two weeks, Maggie and Glenn got taken by this guy named to governor and now a few of us were going to get them with the help of this woman named Michonne, we were able to get them out and now we were on the side of the road taking a break

“Merle is not coming home with us” Glenn groaned

“We can’t leave ��im” Daryl said

“Do you know what he did to us, he’s not coming”

“Then I’m going with him” Daryl said standing next to Merle

“I’m going with you too then” I said going over to him

“Nah yer stayin at the prison yer safe there” he said squeezing my shoulders

“No daryl please don’t leave me” I said feeling my stomach tighten in sickness and nerves

“I can’t leave ‘im out here alone”

“But what about us? You promised” I cried clenching his shirt

“I’ll find ya again sunshine” and with that he was gone, he left me and now I was alone, ya I had everyone at the prison but it’s not the same

I watched him go getting smaller and smaller within the trees till he was just gone, Maggie managed to drag me back to the truck and we drove back to the prison, I felt numb, I told him I needed him and he said he needed me and he just left, was it worth it anymore to live without him

When we got back I went straight to one of the watch towers, the tower where Daryl and I would take watch together, spend alone time together peacefully but now it just felt empty and quiet

The day got dark and I was watching the stars appear, Daryl taught me once all the constellations, we were 16 and sitting out in a field waiting for a comet show

“That one is Orion, and that one there is the Big Dipper” he said pointing out that sparkly dots in the sky

I looked at him with so much adoration, he was beautiful then to me as much as he was now, maybe one day we’d be in the stars together side by side, not a trouble in the world to bother us

I took out my switch blade that Daryl gave me many years ago and sighed out a breath, this made me feel weak but he’s gone and with Merle and I know how he is with Merle, he’ll always stick by his side and if Glenn refuses to have Merle here then Daryl will never come back

The blade hurt my hips but not as much as how my heart felt, it took away the pain for a second it distracted me but it never lasted, I eventually fell asleep crying myself into exhaustion

I was sat with Juniper on my lap grabbing at my shirt playfully and babbling and I couldn’t help but smile by heart so full until Daryl took her from me

“We’re gone now y/n, you’ll never get what you once wanted”

“No please don’t leave, I need you both…..please daryl”

“It’s too late, you’re alone”

I woke up gasping for air turning to confide and cuddle in to Daryl like I usually did after a nightmare but when I turned it was cold, bringing me back to the reality that he was right in the nightmare, he was really gone and took all my hopes and dreams with him

Part.11

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[yuzuyoon]

Oh my god this sentiment!!!!

"think deep down they know if JM leaves, they are fucked. I know a lot of people say RM might be the one keeping the group together but I am willing to bet it's JM. If he chooses he had had enough, I don't think BTS will cease to exist. Yeah others leaving will create a dent but I think JM leaving will break the group. I don't think he will be the way. He is too much of a good guy. He knows the legacy the group brings but it would be interesting to see".

I remember having this convo with an Army once and they got so offended that I would feel that way. Honestly when I first got into BTS, it was because Jimin was trending on Twitter. I only checked him out after I consistently saw him trend. After that I realized he was a part of group called BTS and that was it for me. I have watched BTS and their content for a long time now and there are few things I can hundred percent bank on.

BTS have an amazing chemistry as a group. Regardless of what happens behind the camera, they are able to put it all aside and work as a team. There is a great sense of pride of being a team and they genuinely like each other.

Yes they are close but they get jealous of each other. I don't know the level of jealousy but there have been a few throwaway comment from the guys which points to this.

No matter what anyone says, Jimin is the emotional centre of the group. He is the person they go to when they need to hash out things but he is also the person that calls them out when they are being shit. He is the one who will have a chat with the leader of the others are struggling. He is the one who will tell people when things aren't working and they rely heavily on him. I see this as a disadvantage for Jimin because he is constantly in a giver and fixer role and he might not be getting the same back but I think we gotta remember he is a leader behind the scenes. He knows what he wants and he will go for it.

One thing that I wish Jimin did more of us boast about himself. He is extremely talented, extremely athletic, very good at a lot of things and fucking phenomenal dancer but I don't think I have seen Jimin boast about any of this.

All the members have had a role in the beginning and they have stuck to it for years and they will continue to stick to it even when they come back as a group. The chances of them bringing up Jimins success especially the first Korean soloist to top Hot 100 will not be brought up even though they will bring up Sevens success. I genuinely don't know why they do that but this has been a common recurrence.

I personally don't think the boys are distant as people make them out to be. When they come as a group, we will see a similar dynamic.

The above paragraph about JM being the one that can break the group, I whole heatedly believe this shit. Like I truly think that if he was to return tomorrow and say to the group, I am done, they will have to walk away. I have many reasons to believe this. Firstly, it's very obvious to me that he is highly intelligent emotionally as well as intellectually. Because he is so highly emotionally intelligent, he is able to balance the group. He can be anything to anyone of them so he centres them. He shares a very good relationship with all of them and he values his relationship with them all so he goes out of his way to keep it. He isn't jealous at all of the boys so he doesn't let that get in his head. He might have little jealously over their skills but not them as people. He also doesn't need loud declaration that he is amazing or he is the best. He of course likes it because who the fuck wouldn't but that's not the only driving factor.

This is going to be so bold of me and I could be wrong and I will most likely be wrong but it will be a JK vs JM show and it will continue to be that way for a while. I think the boys have known this for a long time. They can see the metrics and judge it accordingly. From what I can see, JK has always been pushed as the centre member. They have always wanted him to be the popular member. I have never understood why but I am assuming they feel that he has more years possibly being the youngest. He is also a great singer and stable so I am not surprised. I still think it's weird that they would focus on one person in a 7 member group but it kind of makes sense. But JM has always been an anomaly. He is incredibly charismatic so that makes him stand out. He is good looking which is JK is too by the way but Jimin captures more eyeballs. But most importantly not only is he a great dancer and singer, he has a natural star quality that the rest of them including JK need to work hard to show. He has sensuality that a lot of people don't possess so it's not a surprise that the competition is between the two young members. My only surprise is the lack of musical success for V but that might change once he changes his tune. This is a space I am keeping an eye on. Honestly I am also interested to see where Hobi lands because he has a lot of potential too. Overall though, it's always been those two from the beginning. And seems to be those two now too. I would be interested to see how they would both fare if they got exactly the same roll out.

Look what I am trying to say is that I am not being mean to the rest of the members to agree with the sentiment above. Maybe that will be change but I don't see that happening. I have always thoughts that JM is a glue to the group, I felt that while watching the AYS EP three as well. He has something and that shows in their content as well as peoples reaction to him. Yes he gets a lot of negative hate but only people like Jimin who stand out get this type of hate because deep down a lot of people are insecure about him. Yes a lot of them act like he has no impact but deep down they know that he has too much impact. We all know it, Army know it, solo fans know and the company knows it too. I am just unsure why the company is being stupid but I hope one day Jimin tells us why!!

you absolutely devoured this. i have nothing to add

[gaybananabread]

I might be forgetful or just obsessed, but I don't think anyone's asked for headcanons about our Spider Gang: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. >w< Or just your favorites, of course. I admit I'm most curious about Gwen and Hobie.

-Panda/Black Feathers

🕸️Spider Gang Tkl Headcanons☆

~What's wrong with both? But yeah, I've yet to do headcanons with these goobers. I don't know this “consistency” people speak of, so expect none of it. I do wanna add some other spider peeps to these, but we'll keep it to the Gang for now. Expect some more food, probably within the next few weeks. Thank you for the request!~

🎧Miles🎨

General:

We can all agree that he's a massive dork about this, right?

He's a lee-leaning switch, though it's close.

Loves tickling both ways, but can admit neither.

Boy gets squirmy every time the word is even mentioned. You bet he practically dies when any scene comes on TV

Lee:

Lee moods for him are quite frequent.

His friends have a system for detecting them at this point. Checklist and everything if they feel like being goofs.

Nervous giggles, extra knee bounces, higher voice, showier clothes if he's bold, easy blushes and jumpiness. They've got him down to a T at this point (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Super squirmy lee, you almost definitely need to pin him if you wanna live. Known for his donkey-kicks.

Worst spots are his armpits. He will screech if you even try to get him there. Not a spot for the weak-willed.

Melt spot is his neck. A few fluttering fingers, maybe gentle scritches under his chin, and you’ll have a giggly puddle of sleepy mirth.

Real easy to fluster. Say the t-word a few times, compliment his inevitable blush, maybe incorporate the Itsy Bitsy Spider. Immediate results!

He feels like he'd be super air-ticklish. Can not handle any wiggling fingers or sneaky teases.

Doesn't ask for what he wants, like, ever. Gotta use your detective skills around him (the checklist above is very helpful (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

Ler:

Such a shit, even though he can't handle a fraction of what he dishes out-

Absolutely webs people up to help himself (only if they're comfy with it ofc)

Very playful and teasing. You blush? Get ready for him to point it out at least seven times. Snort? Good luck.

“Your cheeks are all red, gigglebox. This fluster you that bad?”

“Aww, you snort? No, don't hide your face! I wanna hear it again!”

“What d’ya think happens when I go here? Yeah, right there. Only one way to find out~”

Once he gets a handle on his venom power, he learns that very small shocks can be quite effective in wrecking his lee.

So, Miles being Miles, abuses that knowledge at the most inopportune times.

Little jolts during training, walking through the halls, studying, you name it. By the end of the day, people are either ready to kill him or want him to just get it over with. He's happy either way.

Has high respect for boundaries. Before starting, he'll make sure the safeword is remembered and clarify what they're comfortable with.

Super nice aftercare. Cuddles, snacks and maybe listening to some music and napping on him while he sketches.

🥁Gwen🩰

General:

I’m gonna go with ler-leaning switch. Like Miles, it’s pretty close. These kids just love to laugh ¯\_(´꒳`)_/¯

A bit better in terms of confidence. If it’s a good day and the mood isn’t too severe, she can ask one of her close friends. Other than that, suffering until someone notices.

Lee:

When she gets lee moods, everyone is almost immediately alerted.

Either she has the courage to ask, or in the more likely event that she doesn’t, she’ll provoke everyone.

Snippy comments, crop tops, hair up, sarcasm for days, and THE SASSSS

If they don’t realize she’s in a lee mood, they’re gonna wreck her anyway for getting on their nerves.

A squirmer for sure, though not quite as bad as Miles. Careful of her legs, though. She was a dancer; that kind of strength combined with spider-power won’t feel very good to the jaw.

Worst spot is her navel. A few raspberries and she’ll be a cackling, snorty mess.

Melt spots are her back and ears. She loves light traces and scratches along her back, and a feather on the shells of her ears would be heavenly.

Adores cheer-up tickles. You’ll make her entire week if you gently trace her belly or squeeze her sides when she’s upset.

She’s got a really pitchy, bubbly laugh. You get her to belly laugh, and you’ll be rewarded with lovely snorts.

Ler:

VERY sassy and playful. Will tease the living hell out of you and giggle while she does it.

Anything she can tease you for, she will. Usually teasing-compliments, but she shakes it up.

“Such an adorable belly! It’s like it was made for me to poke and squeeze. Can’t deny its purpose, can I?

“It’s so easy to fluster you! I just need to say that one little word, and you can hardly breathe~”

“It tickles, does it? Sucks to be you. Now, onto those ribs…”

Gwen likes doing her nails with her friends, so those babies are always nice and tickly. The boys can never manage to keep theirs like that, no matter how hard they try.

She likes blowing raspberries if it’s someone she’s close to. Loves the silliness, and their reactions are just too cute.

Very good at giving cheer-up/comfort tickles. If someone’s upset, they go to Gwen for some special pick-me-ups.

Wondrous aftercare. Back rubs, praises and a movie night. She’ll even braid your hair if that’s something you’d enjoy.

✮Hobie🎸

General:

The switchest spider to walk the Earth, I dare you to fight me on this/j

So chill on both fronts. He just goes with the flow.

Has magic “can say the t-word whenever” powers, loves abusing them.

Absolute menace in tickle fights. He’ll either kick your ass, or fluster the hell out of you while you attempt to wreck him.

If anyone’s in a mood, lee or ler, Hobie’s their best bet.

Lee:

Okay, so…he definitely is open to being wrecked by his friends.

One of them has a killer ler mood? Hobie’s here to help. He’s gonna be all teasy about it, but it’s quickly replaced with giggles.

When he’s just straight-up in a lee mood, he can ask with next to no problems. Coincidentally, he “accidentally” flusters his ler more often than not.

If he just doesn’t feel like asking, he’ll put on a crop top, rest his arms behind his head, and wait for someone to get a ler mood or try something.

We can all agree that this smug bastard would try to fluster his ler, right?

Holding his arms up without being asked, telling them to keep going, how good they’re doing, “Ready when you are~”, teasing them for “staring,” the list goes on.

Worst spots are his feet, followed by his underarms and hips. He’s not always in the mood for footer tickles though, so the pits are your best shot.

Melt spots are his calves and palms. Mr. Guitar would adore some hand tickles, and the tall prick deserves some draw-backs.

Rumbly, base-sounding giggles if it isn’t that bad a spot. If it is, you’ll get loud, boisterous, scraggy laughter. Very fun to find and point out the differences to him, he’ll definitely appreciate it! ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

Ler:

He has two sides, one very different from the other.

The first is gentle, comforting tickles. He won’t go too fast or vigorous, only upping the ante if you ask or seem ready.

“Those some cute giggles ya got there, mate. Glad you’re sharin’~”

“You’re adorable, ya know that? All blushes an’ squirms, but you ain’t said ‘stop’ once~”

The other is the one you should be terrified of.

Evil teases, immediate worst-spot tickles, keeps you laughing until you’re in tears (unless you tap out beforehand)

“Wha’s that? Oh, tickles, does it? Good, ya needed a laugh.”

“Man, you’re laughin’ pre’y hard. Blushin’, too. I didn’ know any better, I’d say yer enjoyin’ yourself~”

Either way, he listens to boundaries and stops whenever you ask/seem like you’re done. Boy is all about respect, in this sense anyway.

He definitely plays the lee-guitar game. Your ribs are now his strings. Might even get his pick out if he’s feeling really evil.

Changes up his methods for each lee (let’s stick with the gang’s regular moods here before I go on a tangent)

For Pav, he’s a smug asshole. Lots of fake-outs before he actually starts, continuously calls his reactions “fuckin’ adorable” to see him blush. No mercy until it’s needed.

With Miles, he’s a bit less evil. Mainly just teases him for being so ticklish and his blushes.

For Gwen, he’s rougher. She usually likes to forget her name, and he’s more than happy to help. Raspberries, teases, the whole nine. Whatever gets her cackling.

Amazing with aftercare. Will pull you into his lap for cuddles, and he gives incredible massages and back rubs. Praise for days if you need them, and even if you don’t, he’s happy to supply them.

🪷Pavitr☕

General:

Suuuuuch a sunshine boy I swearrrrrr ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

He gives lee-leaning switch. Loves getting his ass handed to him, but occasionally loves making his friends giggle and squeal.

Can admit that he likes both sides, though he can only say the t-word itself if he isn’t flustered.

Always up for helping one of his friends if they’re in a ler mood, and sometimes ready to wreck them for the greater good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Lee:

Loves being tickled, especially if he’s in a really bad lee mood.

Most of the time, he’ll whine to either Hobie or Gayatri that he’s “feeling fuzzy” and they’ll get the message. If he isn’t that worked up, he’ll flat out ask.

Very squirmy little worm, though he doesn’t flail like some of the others. Has accidentally headbutted before though, so careful if you’re messing with his neck.

Decently easy to fluster, though it takes a while to wreck him. You’ve gotta know exactly what you’re doing to really get him good (just ask Hobie or Miles, they’re loving narcs)

Worst spot is his belly, specifically his navel. Raspberries are killer for him there. Him and Gwen share a death spot and both torment each other with that knowledge.

Melt spots are his forearms and under his chin. Adorable to trace a few inches up from his pits and watch him dissolve. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t love some gentle tickles under his chin, can you? (answer: no)

Bright, bubbly, almost boyish giggles. Things get a lot pitchier when you really wreck him, squeaks and squeals coming in no short supply.

Ler:

Surprisingly formidable ler when the mood strikes him.

Most don’t suspect it to be that bad and give him full reign. They’re quickly proven wrong.

He respects boundaries of course, doesn’t ever go overboard. Takes breaks to check in and let his lee breathe every few minutes.

Loves to tease with compliments and praises. This is where he abuses his powers.

“Aww, your laugh is so cute! Who knew you’d be so ticklish?”

“That blush is just adorable, friend. You really have to show it more often!”

“I know, it really tickles here, huh? You’re doing great!”

If he’s feeling like a goober, he’ll play “Tickle Monster” and blow little raspberries on your belly. Might even make little “nom” noises while he does it to be a menace.

Loves giving tickle hugs. He’ll sneak up behind someone, koala-hug them and start wiggling his fingers into their sides. (Being short actually helps him there)

If one of his friends is upset or stressed, he’ll talk it out with them before suggesting a tickly cheer-up. If they don’t legitimately object, he’ll sweetly tease them until they’re all giggly and happy again.

SUPER sweet with aftercare. Cuddles, snacks, praises, and just general conversation. If you want to, he’d even be open to a nap.

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TW: This oneshot is about the Cat's parents and negative attitudes to disablity. I'm worried I've written something badly, so please let me know.

Day 14: Nicknames

We were left behind. We didn't have a choice in this. They told me I'm worthless; they told him he was too foolish. They said they didn't want my youngest son. They said they didn't need us.

They asked me what good is a cat with only one leg?

They demanded to know how he would cope?

They laughed at my son.

I laughed right back in their faces.

I'm a mother, wife, and dancer. I will not let them define me. I will not let them drag me down into their stupidity. We will rise above them. I think we're better off right where we are.

I teach him how to move with grace and power. We both teach him how to survive with style.

'By the grace of Cloister, you'll go far in life,' I tell my son. 'Remember no one is without value, everyone is important.'

We are stronger than their labels.

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Some years later, the Cat senses a change in Rimmer. Since he read that letter from his mom his routine no longer existed. Normally he was always so busy being bossy and annoying, but now he spends his time lying in his bunk sleeping or watching TV. He barely talks anymore.

The Cat doesn't like this. Humans were supposed to be reliable and consistent. They weren't supposed to change. How dare he? Wasn't he irritating enough already? If Rimmer only had one redeeming quality it was his ability to stick to a timetable.

What bothers the Cat the most is that Rimmer no longer does his daily physio. Those exercises were designed to help holograms maintain their limited sense of proprioception in body that was weightless and unable to feel. If he didn't stick to the program he was at risk of not being able to move at all. As far as the Cat could tell Rimmer hadn't even so much as glanced at the diagrams taped above the mirror in days.

Cat didn't fully understand why it bothered him so much, but it did.

'Gotta move it or lose it,' he heard his mother's voice say. He remembered her saying it as she made adjustments to her prosthetic leg. She danced everyday. She walked. She ran. She scrambled up and down the air vents.

What was Rimmer's excuse apart from self-doubt? The dude needed a healthy dose of confidence.

In true feline style Cat decided that he would simply harass him back to normalcy.

'Getupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgeupgeupgetuogetup,' chanted the Cat as he bounced up and down on Rimmer's bunk, while Rimmer was still lying in it. The Cat took great pleasure in bouncing right through his torso.

'Leave me alone.'

'Getupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgeupgeupgetup!'

'Stop it!'

'Getupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgeupgeupgetup!'

'I'm warning you!'

Sensing victory was near the Cat bounced highly and chanted louder:

'GETUPGETUPGETUPGETUP!GGGEEEEETTTTTUUUPPPP!'

'ARGH! Fine! Just stop - just shut up! Please! I'm getting up.'

Rimmer slipped from his bunk to the floor. He reached for the edge of the sink to haul himself up, but his hand ghosted through the metal panelling. In a panic he succeeded on his second attempt but Cat could still see the alarm on his face.

'I'm getting weaker,' Rimmer said, his face pale as he stared at his hands.

'Do your exercises, bud,' the Cat warned. 'Or I'll be back, you know what I'm saying? Move it or lose it. YYEEOOOOWWWWLL!'

And he glided effortlessly out of the room.

'It's 4AM!' Lister shouted after him.

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Tests - Joel Miller Imagine [The Last of Us]

Title: Tests

Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader

Word Count: 997 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: [Pre-Show] After dating (Y/n) for a while, Joel decided that he wanted to introduce them to his daughter. (Y/n) now has to prepare for what is easily the most important night of their relationship so far.

Author's Note: How have I not written a pre-outbreak story? That doesn't seem right.

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As I pulled up to Joel's house, I felt my heart about to beat out of my chest.

The last time we had met for dinner, Joel asked me to come over and meet Sarah. I accepted immediately. That seemed to give him some sense of relief.

I heard quite a bit about Sarah while on dates with Joel. I wanted to meet her just based on how much he had told me about her. It was clear that she was the center of his world, and I had no intention of fighting for that spot.

I walked to the door, focusing on not falling over and getting my hands to stop shaking.

Joel must have spotted me on my way up the driveway. He opened the door before I had a chance to knock.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi," he replied. He stepped to the side and motioned for me to walk inside. A young girl rounded the corner. "This is Sarah."

"Nice to meet you," I held out a hand.

She shook my hand. "You too."

"We were just setting the table," Joel explained.

I nodded. I followed the two of them into the kitchen.

Joel pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit. He seemed nervous. It was cute. He grinned at me.

Sarah sat down next to me as Joel grabbed the plates from the counter.

"Joel talks about you a lot," I said, trying to spark some kind of conversation.

"Does he," she asked, giving her dad a smug grin. Joel rolled his eyes at her. "He has told me a bit about you too."

"Has he?" I mimicked her actions. I could've sworn I saw a split second of regret on Joel's face just as he sat down with us.

Our night consisted of talking and small talk. Mostly, it was Sarah asking me questions before I could ask her.

"What do you do for work," she asked.

"I own a coffee shop," I explained. "It's why I brought Joel and the guys coffee a few times. It's how we met."

She nodded. "Why a coffee shop?"

"I developed a very early relationship with caffeine," I shrugged. "And owning a business was the next logical step in my life."

"Successful?"

"I'd say so."

"Could I get a discount?"

That made me chuckle. "Sure. As long as you don't abuse it."

"Sounds like a deal."

"Sarah, you don't need to interrogate them," Joel tried to step in.

"It's fine," I stopped him. "I would be the same way in this situation. Gotta be safe."

"Yeah, gotta be safe," she agreed with me. "What was your first date?"

"Dinner at some small restaurant in town," I said. "Joel picked it. I can't remember the name, but I remember the building."

"How long did it take him to ask you out?"

I chuckled. "A few weeks. He was a bit nervous."

"Hey, I was not that nervous," Joel jumped in.

"I said 'a bit,'" I shrugged. "I feel there's a heavy-hitting question here."

"What are your intentions with my dad," she asked bluntly. I knew it.

I heard Joel sigh, "Sarah..."

"It's fine," I repeated my earlier statement as I looked at Joel. I turned my attention back to Sarah. "Hopefully, your dad and I can have a happy and healthy relationship."

"What does that mean for you?" she continued.

Joel grumbled and ran his hands over his face.

"Good communication, honesty, respect," I listed. "Acceptance, sense of humor. The ability to experience vulnerability with each other. I could go on for hours."

She nodded.

"I have as much respect for you as I do for Joel," I continued. "I hope that I'm making some kind of good impression. I promise that I am going into this situation with the best intentions I could have."

She grinned a bit. I grinned back at her.

The rest of the night went well.

Sarah was exactly as Joel described her. Smart and stubborn and funny. And it was very clear that so much of that came from her father. I felt like I fit in there.

I left a while after we had actually finished eating, making a comment about how late it was and how I needed to be at the shop early tomorrow.

"It was really nice meeting you," I said to Sarah as we made it to the door. "Maybe next time, I'll get to squeeze a few questions in."

"We'll see," she joked. "I might have a few follow-up questions."

I chuckled. "I'll be prepared for the next portion of the interview process."

She laughed a bit at that.

"Have a good night."

"You too," she nodded.

Joel decided to walk me out.

"I'm sorry for the ambush that happened in there," Joel said as we reached my car.

"It wasn't an ambush," I chuckled. "It was a daughter wanting to protect her dad... probably in the same way that he protects her. It's honestly really sweet."

He looked away from me for a moment, clearly somewhat embarrassed about the comment. I almost felt proud about making him nervous like that.

I glanced at the window of the house to see Sarah standing there. She had her arms crossed. I laughed, looking away to cover it up.

Joel looked over his shoulder and sighed, rolling his eyes.

I took a deep breath before speaking up again, "Past your curfew, Joel?"

"Shush," he muttered, chuckling to himself.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'll call you when I get home, alright?"

"Alright," he nodded. He kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too," I mumbled. Like it was some great secret.

Joel stood outside, watching me get in my car and drive off. I waved to him just before I did. He waved back.

I let out a breath of relief as I drove away.

If that was a test, I felt like I had passed with flying colors.

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did we ever get the wedding/honeymoon for daddy whiskey? if not can I request for that please, and of course gotta add some cute white lingerie for the new bride too

I have not given you Daddy and Babycakes' wedding and honeymoon yet! But here it is now!! And the fact that you asked for it makes me want to cry from happiness 😭🥹♥️

Life is Better

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, established relationship, brief mention of having kids, descriptions of a wedding/marriage/honeymoon, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (that’s my daddyyy), spit kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, cumplay

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A/N: I'm sorry for not posting this sooner babies! Still getting over this cold :( but it’s only one day and hey, who’s counting? (Me me definitely me I’m counting 😅🥲)

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When days aren’t easy for him, for whatever reason, he knows coming home to you will make it better. Today had been a hard day for him, mainly because of a case he’d been given. It required him to work at HQ during the week, which was in New York and away from you. Not only that, but he was working overtime on top of it all, and the workload was draining him. His body was tired and sore, and all he wants to do is come home, take a hot shower, and cuddle up in bed with you. 

“Honey?” He calls, his voice noticeably strained. 

The harsh sound of keys clanging in a metal bowl echoes throughout your shared home, his tired sigh following shortly thereafter. When he doesn’t hear your response, he frowns, stepping forward to look around once his boots are off. 

“Babycakes?” He shouts a little louder, turning down the hallway to the bedrooms. You’re not in any of them, and you’re not in the bathrooms, either. 

Coming into the living room, he takes a seat on the couch, groaning. He was looking forward to seeing you. But then, your sweet voice floats through his frustrated head, this morning’s words returning from his memory. I’ll be home late today, baby. 

If you were here, you’d probably coddle him. Honestly, it’s what he needs. He’s a big enough man to admit that. More often than not, Jack wore the pants in your relationship, and you were absolutely fine with that. But there were definitely days where he wanted to be kissed and caressed, times where he wanted to be held and tended to. Today, he needed you. But he’ll have to take care of himself.

He’s a grown man, he can do that, but it isn’t easy when he’s feeling down. But he goes through his routine like it’s nothing, something he consistently relies on. Walking into the master bedroom, he begins to undress, readying himself for a shower. Normally, he wouldn’t take one this early in the day, he usually did so before bed. But with the strain from his job now making his muscles ache, he figures the hot water will do him some good. Afterwards, he’ll find some comfy clothes to slide into, comb his hair and re-apply some deodorant. Maybe even make a snack. But for now, he’ll focus on the first step, getting undressed.

While removing his outer jacket, he reminds himself that it’ll only be a single afternoon spent without you, that he’ll be in your arms soon enough. If he distracts himself, it’ll feel like minutes instead of hours. There has to be something new on TV, a new novel he can download on his iPad, something. But just as his mind truly begins to wander, his fingers slide across something that pulls him away from his rambling thoughts. 

Looking down, the pad of his first digit slides over the thin metal of his ring, the one on his left hand. And he smiles, the first sense of relief he’s felt since the beginning of his day. He remembers when you’d put it on him, the words you said right before you did it, the way you looked, the day that it happened. 

It was springtime, the two of you tying the knot earlier this year. The day was sunny, no wind with the sky full of puffy, white clouds - perfect for an outdoor wedding. It might come as a surprise, but the event was small, much smaller than you yourself had expected given Jack’s outgoing nature. He had many friends, and loved his family. But when it came down to it, the only people he wanted there were the ones that mattered, the ones that contributed to your relationship. 

In all honesty, he completely expected the wave of emotion that consumed him once he saw you at the end of that aisle. Since the night you met, you’ve been his heart and soul. Tears welled in his eyes the moment you stepped before him, and he found it incredibly difficult to not just run down the aisle and sweep you off your feet right then and there. You’re his, and he finally had the chance to make it permanent. 

While your hair and makeup took more than an hour, you couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over the edges of your lash line. But at this point, you didn’t even care. Seeing Jack standing at the altar made you realize that he truly is your future. All the time put into the wedding venue and its decorations, it seemed pointless in that moment. Because you weren’t looking at the people who attended or the color schemes you chose, you were looking at him. 

The pastor had explained the concept of marriage to the two of you as you stood there before one another, you still holding your hand-picked bouquet. 

“Marriage is the clasping of hands, the blending of two hearts, the union of two lives into one.” It made your heart pound, hearing these words. “And your marriage must stand, not by the authority of the State, nor by the seal on your wedding certificate, but by the strength and power of the faith and love you have in one another.” And you know it will, you both do. 

Looking into Jack’s eyes, you take a breath, steadying your emotions. You’d waited for this day to come practically since you met this man. He’d charmed you that very first night, swept you off your feet and honestly, neither of you looked back after that. 

Once instructed to do so, you turn, giving your bouquet to your maid of honor. Moving to face your love once again, his hands are already out, waiting for your acceptance. And with a heart full of devotion and love, you do, placing your hands in his palms. 

Jack’s vows were first, his chest tightening with emotion to the point of him needing to take a breath. Lovingly, you squeeze his hands, his eyes returning to your own. You ground him. 

“I vow,” He begins, holding onto your hands with a secure grasp. “To protect you from everything bad in this world.” Immediately, you know what he means, what he’s referring to. “My passion and adoration for you can’t be expressed in words, baby. I just want you to know that I love you, more than myself, more than anything in this world. And every day that I’m by your side, I will provide for you, I will keep you happy and safe, honey. I’ll always care for you, I’ll always put our relationship first.” 

Smiling, you do your best to contain your own emotions, having already cried today. 

“You make me a better man than I ever thought I could be.” He tells you wholeheartedly, “For the rest of our lives, no matter what may come, I will always be here with you, sweetheart. I’ll be here to support you, to keep you warm and happy. I’ll never leave your side.” 

Gently, he lifts your hands, glancing down at them. Inhaling deeply, he continues, finishing the lines he’s memorized. “In life and death,” He promises quietly, “You are mine.” And then, he kisses your hands softly, gazing into your eyes as he lowers them. 

The muscles in your cheeks hurt from smiling so adoringly at your soon-to-be. Everything he just promised you is more than you could have hoped for or expected. Truly, Jack is everything to you. And after taking a moment to collect yourself, you recite your own vows, too. 

“Baby, you’ve given me a life I never knew I could have. Your love, your generosity, your devotion, it’s more than I could possibly ask for. But you give it all to me without a second thought, and I vow to return your sentiment, in every way that I can, for every day that you call me yours.” 

Honestly, Jack never knew he could love you more than he already does. But with each word that leaves your lips, he finds his adoration expanding, his passion burning brighter than it ever has before. 

“I promise, from this day forward, you’ll never have to face the world alone, baby.” With your voice wavering slightly, you swallow, inhaling a small breath. “I’ll be here to hold you when you need it, and support you when you don’t. I promise to uplift you every single day, reminding you of the wonderful man that I know you are.” And it’s true, he’s the best person you’ve ever known. 

“I cherish you, my true love. You’re everything I could ever want in a partner, in my best friend. I am forever thankful to have you, and beyond proud to call you my husband.”

Those deep, warm, kind brown eyes, never leave your own. He’s smiling too, a close-lipped grin that’s so bright his dimple is showing. And when you recite your final words, his hands tighten around yours, holding you as if he’ll never let you go.

“Today, and every day, I choose you.” 

The way he kissed you after you’d offered your rings took your breath away. With his dominant hand finding the side of your face, his other secured itself to your hip, bringing you in. Both of your own palms held his jaw, pulling him to you with just as much enthusiasm. 

“Jack,” It was a short giggle, pressing your forehead to his in the midst of his incessant kisses. 

“I love you.” He expresses, smiling before leaning in again to kiss you.

“Baby,” Comes your happy sigh, accepting his plush lips. “I love you, too.” 

Back in your shared home, Jack sits on the sofa, sighing. Lord, he misses you. He hasn’t seen you all week, not in person, at least. When you talked this morning, it had been over FaceTime. And damn, was he missing your pretty face.

He decided to make himself a snack, grabbing some fruit you’d cut up a few days prior. Taking a seat on the sofa, he glances around, admiring the space. It used to be his, his and his alone. And things were fine like that. But that was before you came along and made it something great. 

Kicking his feet up on the coffee table, he glances down when his heel knocks against something. A few special books were always stacked up on this table, the one on top being the most important of them all. Your wedding photo album. Immediately, he leans forward, grabbing it in hand. Something shot through him when he saw it, when he saw you, especially in that dress again. Flipping it open, his heart is struck with a love like nothing else he’s ever experienced. Thumb rubbing over the simple band of his ring, he grins, eyes scanning the pages. 

You looked ethereal in your gown, the pictures of the two of you at the altar truly taking his breath away. He’ll never get tired of seeing these memories. As he continues scrolling, he comes across the photos from the reception, of all your family and friends, the decorations you chose and the food you ate. It was extravagant, something he’ll never forget…

Now this, this was more up to Jack’s speed. Instead of a few people, your reception held hundreds. The wedding had been held outdoors, what with the beautiful weather and all. The venue you’d chosen was a fairly refined winery, with the reception taking place in a rather lively and modern barn. And boy, how lively it was. 

Jack hadn’t seen you the entire day, the two of you holding the tradition of him not admiring you in your bridal gown before approaching the aisle. And now that you were back by his side, he wasn’t planning on letting you out of his sight anytime soon. 

“C’mere, sugar.” He says, pulling you into his side. 

Happily, you moved where he tugged, meeting his lips once again. “Baby,” Putting a hand on his chest, you sighed. “Can’t you wait until our honeymoon?” You were teasing, he knew. 

“Oh honey,” Comes that deep southern drawl, “You bet I can’t wait ‘till our honeymoon.” 

Your entrance was lavish, your friends and family cheering and clapping while the two of you walked into the reception. And when he dipped you only moments ago, you smiled, once again being swept off your feet by him. 

But your first dance, that was truly the main event of your reception. He’d held you so closely, so warmly, that it made you fall in love with him all over again. The two of you had gone to a few dance lessons, but it was mainly for you, not him. And with him leading the dance, it went quite smoothly. And the way it made you feel�� to have him fully, completely, and utterly tied to you for the rest of eternity, it was a sensation you’ll never be able to describe. 

The first time you were able to enjoy the details of your wedding was when you’d sat down with Jack at your sweetheart table. You opted for this instead of a head table for your wedding party, letting them each sit with their own dates and families. And from this view, you can see everything, all of the decorations and lighting choices, the flowers you chose and the entreés you favored. The beige and sage green coloring looks brilliant inside this spacious setting, the emerald hue to your bridesmaids’ dresses matching nicely. It was gorgeous, astounding, everything you dreamed it could be. Truthfully, it was the best night of your life. And it all happened because of Jack, he’s the one that made this possible. 

One of your favorite parts about this night was when the two of you cut the cake. After eating the extravagant dinner you'd both picked out, you walked over to the center of the room. The dinner though, was an excellent addition to an already excellent night. 

A mixed fruit salad with an infused raspberry vinaigrette started the sit-down meal, served alongside bruschetta with each table having their own charcuterie board. The main course consisted of either seared steak or herb roasted chicken, alongside grilled asparagus and a spring arugula salad. And lastly, of course, was dessert. On top of being offered slices from your cake, your guests had the options of assorted cheesecake, fruit tarts, mini pies, as well as a fruit table with a chocolate fountain at its center. Throughout the entire night, champagne was served alongside an open bar once your first dance had ended. 

When you finally got around to cutting your cake, Jack was an absolute gentleman while doing it. He held the knife with you, slicing it gently and feeding you a small piece of it. He didn’t want to be playful and get any on your face, he knew how long it took you to get ready today. And you did the same for him, but he accepted this slice of dessert a little differently than you. Briefly, before you pulled your hand away, he grabbed your wrist, bringing it back to him. Noticing the small amount of frosting on your finger, he wrapped his lips around it, quickly sucking it off while giving you a small wink. How was he so handsome? How is he so goddamn charming? And how on God’s green earth did you get lucky enough to call him your husband? 

After that, Jack couldn’t stand it. He needed to have a moment alone with you. And somehow, even when you were the center of attention, Jack managed to pull you aside. Bringing you down the short hall to the bathrooms, he corralled you into one, locking the door behind him. 

“Really?” You ask, offering an amused grin while you tease him. 

“Really.” He immediately returns, voice deep in his throat as he kisses along your own. 

His hands roam your waistline, sliding down to your hips and squeezing firmly. Your dress is tight, mermaid in style with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. You wanted it to remain elegant while still showing off your curves, and you’d say you succeeded in that. 

Groaning, he smirks, running his lips over you. “You got me in some kinda trance, woman.” Grabbing a fistful of your ass, he pulls you even closer to him. 

“Baby,” Gasping quietly, your hands slide up to his shoulders, holding onto him. 

“Baby, huh?” He asks, biting into your skin both gently and briefly. He won’t leave a mark, not until tonight. “What? Now that I’m your husband I’m no longer daddy?” 

“Jack,” At this, he lifts his head, looking into your eyes. “You’ll always be my daddy.” 

And just like that, his gorgeous grin returns, diving in to mouth at your lips. 

“I fuckin’ love you, babycakes.” While releasing a satisfied sigh, the hand on your ass slides down to the back of your knee, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. “I can’t wait to take you tonight; make love to my wife.”

“Daddy, I love you.” It can’t be said enough, not on this night. “I love you.” 

Smiling to himself, Jack remembers when he had pulled you aside after cutting the cake. Jesus, you looked so good that night. You were perfect to him, you always are. He remembers how he looked at you, how he spoke to you and cared for you. It hasn’t changed. No matter the distance, your love for each other has never wavered. 

Distance. All week, he’d been hundreds of miles away from you. And he was so close to you now. You’re only a few miles away at work, he wishes you’d just come home. Jack loved to travel, but if it wasn’t by your side, then what was the point? He had so many journeys before you met, but only the best ones came after you entered his life. In fact, he had so many new experiences with you that night, ones he never thought he’d get the opportunity to have. The destination of your honeymoon had originally been your idea, and it didn’t take much convincing on his end. In fact, he was more eager to get there than you were… 

“You want another one, sugar?” All night, Jack has been doting on you. Escorting you to the bar, to the bathroom, retrieving refills of your drinks and taking you in hand to dance to every other song with you. He was having the time of his life, and you absolutely adored him like this.

“Sure, baby. Thank you.” 

Grabbing your hand, he smirks, kissing the top of it. “I’ll be right back.” 

While watching him walk away with your empty drink, you grin, a dreamy sigh slipping past your lips. Jack looks amazing in his tux, handsome and honestly stunning, in every sense of the word. Everyone always focuses on the bride and her dress, and while you’ve received many compliments tonight, you don’t think nearly enough have been aimed at him. His hair is styled perfectly, his skin smooth and bright. He smells incredible, too, his normal mix of fresh cedarwood. And his tuxedo fits perfectly, having been tailored to fit him exactly. Even after your multiple years together, he was still so fit; so tall and so strong. He didn’t have to promise to keep you safe, you know you’ll always be safe with him. 

“Here you go, honey.” He says, returning with your drink and setting it before you. “You doin’ okay?”

And then he looks at your pretty face, finally realizing your loving stare. Smirking, he furrows his brows, “What?”

“I’m doing so good, baby.” Your voice is smooth and light, happy. So beyond happy. 

Leaning down, Jack takes his seat beside you, looping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. With his hand on your cheek, he brings you in for a kiss, but when he’s done, he still keeps you close. 

“You know,” He whispers, fingers sliding down to tenderly stroke your chin. “I’ve been thinkin’ about us headin’ out for the night.” 

“Really?” Genuinely shocked, you grin. “I thought I’d be the one to give in.” 

Before today, the two of you discussed how you’d leave the reception. Say goodbye to each and every one of your guests, or… sneak out without being seen? It was a family tradition on both your sides. In fact, if you were able to leave without being noticed by your guests, it was supposed to be a sign of good fortune for your marriage. Plus, how fun would it be to be a little sneaky? 

“Yeah…” Warm brown eyes scan your face, that enticing smirk never leaving. “I’m havin’ a hard time keeping my hands off of you.” 

All you can do is smile; you’re absolutely smitten. 

“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart.” When he says it, he sighs dramatically, eyes roaming the beauty that is you. “The prettiest thing I have ever seen.” The exact words he said to you on the first night you met. 

“Thank you, daddy.” It’s whispered, meant for only the two of you to hear. 

“C’mon,” Jack’s leaning in now, his face still only an inch away from your own. “Let’s go, babycakes.”

Ever the planner, Jack had made sure the limo stayed near the back exit of the establishment. You made your grand escape just as a song began, drawing everyone to the dancefloor and away from you. At this point in the night, it was nearly midnight, and while that may seem too early to leave your own party, you still had a flight to catch. You’d entertained the thought of flying to your destination the next day instead of early in the morning, giving yourselves time to rest after the wedding. But neither of you wanted to wait. 

With Jack’s hand on your lower back, he uses the other to open the door for you. Grinning wildly, you lean down into the limo, your husband’s hand falling lower to give you a gentle tap. Making sure the coast is clear, he takes one last look around. 

“Come on!” You hiss, laughing when he finally ducks his head in. “Did anybody see?”

That pearly grin washes over his face when he shakes his head. “Nope.” Grunting slightly, he situates himself beside you, sighing. “Looks like we got lucky.” 

“Maybe we were meant to be together after all.” You joke, smiling. 

Frowning playfully, he leans in, hand on your face once again. “Baby, you were made for me.” Without his prompting, you lean in to kiss him, cutting it short when you hear the driver climb in behind the wheel. Quietly, Jack finishes his sentiment with, “And don’t you ever forget it.”

This part of the night was incredibly busy. Once you’d arrived home, you had to change and get your luggage as quickly as possible. You both agreed on packing your wedding attire and bringing it with you on your private vacation, wanting to undress the other of it on your first marital night. And you thought that was a sweet idea. Honestly, it made you even more excited for it. 

Knowing how long the flight was, you both dressed yourselves in comfortable clothing, sweatpants and long-sleeved tees. You’d be seated for about ten hours, give or take, and then you had an hour car ride to your private lodge. So to say it was a lengthy day of traveling was putting it lightly. But Jack made it easy for you, carrying everything he could and keeping track of your itinerary. Even when you got a little crabby, Jack still treated you like his sweet baby. 

“You want some?” He asks, offering the bottle to you.

“Jack, I already told you I don’t want juice right now.”

“But that was when I had orange juice.” He replies, pouting. This time, he went and got grape. You’d told him you were thirsty, so why wouldn’t he go get something for you to drink? 

“Do you want me to get you some water?” Turning, he points further behind the two of you at a small shop. 

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.” Grumbling, you rub your head, your temples throbbing from lack of sleep. 

“It inconveniences me when you’re like this.” He mumbles not-so-quietly under his breath.

Turning your head to the side, you stare at him, releasing a heavy breath. Jack eyes you briefly from his peripheral while taking a sip of the grape juice he’d just bought, quickly looking away. 

Sighing in defeat, you slump back in your chair, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m just tired.”

“Nah,” He shakes his head, leaning back and looping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s alright, babycakes. I know you’re tired.” 

Kissing your temple, he mumbles against your skin, “I’ll get you some water, baby doll. It’s never an inconvenience.” 

And on the plane, he was just as wonderful. He let you have the window seat, him sitting beside the aisle. It was first class, of course, Jack Daniels would have nothing less.

“Mr. Daniels?” A stewardess came by once you were seated, offering the two of you a drink menu. It was late by the time you were in the sky, but they wanted to offer you something before the cabin lights went out. 

Smiling, Jack takes a menu, glancing down at it. You intend to lean over and take a look yourself, but then the woman speaks again.

“Mrs. Daniels?”

Eyes going wide, you look up at her, and then to Jack. And he’s looking right back at you. Smirking wildly, he repeats her words to you. “Mrs. Daniels?”

Smiling shyly, a bashful heat washes over your face. This is the first time either one of you have heard someone say your new last name. Pride swells inside Jack’s chest, watching you reach across him to take the small menu from her hands. 

“Thank you.” Nodding slightly, you keep your grin, settling back into your chair with a sense of gratification. Truly, this is such an accomplishment. Finding the person you love more than anything else and getting the opportunity to build a life with them. Looking over at him again, you softly place your palm over his hand. How did you get lucky enough to call him your husband? 

Reliving these memories isn’t half as nice as it’d be if you were here. The two of you have looked over this photo album many times throughout your first year of marriage, pouring glasses of wine and lighting a fire, making a night of it. It’s the first time he’s looked at it while alone, and he thinks he’ll offer to do it together when you get home. It always makes you happy, how could it not? And it’s doing wonders to lift his own spirit right now.

Flipping through the pages, he stumbles across a new section, the one beginning your honeymoon. Neither of you had ever been to Switzerland before, and your romantic vacation had a beautiful blend of both sight-seeing and relaxing. Pictures of the two of you skiing, the two of you enjoying a night in the lodge’s hot tub, surrounded by a real-life winter wonderland. The cabin was so gorgeous, absolutely perfect for a two-person stay. Your honeymoon lasted two weeks, but neither of you ever wanted to leave. 

But just as he’s become lost in the memories of the snowy land you decided to vacation in, a picture falls from between the pages. Frowning, he looks down, picking it up from his lap. It had been taken on a polaroid camera, and as soon as he realizes it, he knows what this is. Smirking, he turns it around, witnessing your intricate lace lingerie spread out across a messy bed…

By the time you’d arrived at your private lodge, it was seven o’clock at night - a little past noon Kentucky-time. Napping on the plane gave you both a leg up when it came to finishing the day’s travels, so when you finally stepped foot inside the luxurious cabin, the two of you were ready to start the night. 

“You need any help, honey?” Jack asks, watching you begin to put your things away.

“I think I’m okay, baby.” Smiling, you turn around, walking over to him. “You know, I have a little surprise for you.”

Hands sliding up his shoulders, they land on the back of his neck, pulling him in. Easily, Jack follows your lead, his own hands running up your back.

“Really?” 

“Mhm,” Nodding, you lean up, kissing the tip of his nose. “I think you’ll like it.” 

“Well,” He sighs, that famous grin returning. “I could say the same thing.” 

Raising an eyebrow, you offer him an intrigued expression. But he doesn’t give you any hints. “Why don’t you go freshen up in the bathroom, babycakes? Put your weddin’ dress back on for me, too.” 

Leaning in, he sighs, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering, “I wanna be the one to take it off you.” 

Jack’s words send a spark right through your very being. The way he handled you sexually made you see stars, and you’re sure tonight won’t be an exception. 

Doing as he says, you turn, but not before giving him a quick kiss. While humming giddily, you stride into the ensuite, but just as you begin shutting the door, Jack shouts to you, “When you’re ready, darlin’, come into the living room.” 

One might think that from the way Jack presents himself, he’s cool, calm, confident, and collected. And while that is the case most of the time, when it came to you… he was different. At least on the inside. While he set up the living room, waves of anxiety continuously crashed into him. This is your first true wedding night together, why is he so nervous? You love him, you love him entirely; there’s nothing he should be worrying about. But since your very first date, worry has been plaguing his mind. Only when he did things such as this, though, only when he made grand surprises for you. Are there enough candles? Too many candles? Is the lighting right? Did I set the mood? Will she like it? Is it to her taste? 

If only he knew how impressed you were by him. Since day one, Jack Daniels has been the man of your dreams.

“Do you like it, honey?” Turning around, nervous eyes meet your own, his hands clasped together with fidgeting fingers. 

Breathless, you both stop in your tracks, staring at the other. You in your gown, and him in his tux. It feels like a dream all over again. And now, it’s just the two of you. 

Before you get the opportunity to answer him, he speaks again, entirely enamored by the sight of you. “Sweetheart,” Stepping forward, his hands find either side of your arms, sliding up until he’s holding your face. His eyes, roaming your figure, his heart, beating out of his chest. “You magnificent thing…”

“Jack,” You breathe out his name with a wide grin, tears welling in your eyes once again. “You… did this for me?”

“Of course I did, baby.” Finally, he brings you in, mouth finding your lips for a quick kiss. “‘Course I did."

Now that you don’t have your makeup on, he feels free to kiss your beautiful face, lips pressing to your chin, your cheek and jawline, before making their way to your neck. Now, he does bite you, now, he does leave a mark, sucking and mouthing at your delicate skin. And while he’s busying himself, you take this opportunity to scan the room, eyeing what he’s set up for you. 

This part of the lodge is made almost entirely of glass, windows covering every wall and even the ceiling. It’s so you can see the Northern Lights, once it’s time. On the main wall sits a grand fireplace, already lit with yellow flames burning, their glow dancing across the glass walls. Along the mantle sit candles of numerous shapes and sizes, all with their own miniature fires burning. And on the ground lay multiple blankets, maroon velvet with white pillows scattered along their edge. And finally, flowers, the same as your bouquet, placed in a vase on the coffee table. 

“Is it too much, my sweet thing?” He asks, sounding desperate already. 

Jack’s dominant hand slides down to your hip, his other rising to the back of your neck. He’s kissing you incessantly, the hairs above his lip tickling your skin. 

“Baby,” Turning to face him, your movement forces him away from your neck. “It’s everything.” Looking into his eyes, you smile, hands rising to hold his face. “You’re everything to me.”

At this, Jack nearly drops to his knees. His mouth is on your neck again, hands finding the back zipper of your dress. Simultaneously, he lowers himself while sliding it down, kissing along your midsection. Speechless, you watch as he reveals your body, freeing your arms of the sleeves, your torso of the gown, your legs from its hem. And once on his knees, the dress pools at your feet. It happens when he’s kissing your stomach, his realization. Grinning, he places both hands on your hips, looking up at you from his knees.

“For me?”

Nodding, you reach forward, fingers combing through his gorgeous hair. “Yes, daddy.” 

It’s white of course, signifying you as Jack’s new bride. And when you tell him that yes, daddy, this is for you, this is all for you, he dives in. Kissing along your stomach, he sighs out a breath, hands sliding down your thighs and squeezing them. And he’s still in his tux, no longer concerned with wrinkling it. 

Gently, Jack lifts your feet, allowing you to step out of the gown pooled at your feet. He’s placing sloppy kisses up your calves, your thighs, mouth coming to your hip with his teeth nipping at the lace. 

“Daddy,” Calling softly for your attention, he stops what he’s doing to look up at you. Caressing his hair softly, you request, “Will you lay down for me?” 

Jack had intended to take the reins, to make you feel small and pretty, make you feel coddled and cared for, to make you cum until you couldn’t think. But it looks like you have something else planned, and he wants to see where this leads. 

“Will you lay down on the blankets for me?” You repeat sweetly, looking into those warm, loving eyes. He nods.

“Sure, sweetie.” It’s a small grin that he gives, one of gentle surprise. 

While he moves back, you lean down, picking up your dress. Carefully, you lay it over one of the chairs in the corner of the room, wanting to preserve it in all its beauty. And then, you turn, making your way over to him. Now, he’s able to see you fully, eyeing the delicate lace wrapped around your curvaceous body. It looks stunning on you, the dainty and feminine fabric.

“Honey,” Swallowing, he watches you kneel before him, settling between his legs. “You look so fucking sexy in that.”

“Yeah?” Slowly, you slide your hands up his thighs, fingers resting on his belt when they get there. 

“Fuck yes.” He replies firmly, nodding. Lowering his head, he licks his lower lip while watching you begin to undress him. 

He assumes you’ll start at his belt, but this time, you go to his shirt. Unbuttoning each little detail before sliding out his outer jacket, the dress shirt beneath soon following. Your husband watches with admiration as you fold the pieces delicately, placing them on the couch nearby. And when you return to him, you’re kissing his skin. Your lips make their way down his tanned chest, the tightness of his ribs and the softening curve of his stomach. You’re worshiping him, just like he worships you. 

“Daddy?”

“Hm?” Licking his lips, his eyes find your own, worry swirling in them. “What is it, angel?”

“Can I put you in my mouth?” Lowering yourself, you hold his gaze, rubbing your cheek over his still-covered crotch. 

“Oh, angel.” Comes that deep, dramatic, southern sigh. “Of course you can. Of course you can.” 

It always makes him crumble, any little narration. With his blessing, you take off his belt, undoing the zipper on his dress pants. While he’d usually assist you in this, he lets you slide them down, taking off his socks, too. You had an agreement about this; he knows you want to undress him entirely by yourself tonight. 

When he’s fully naked, you don’t even focus on his erection, not yet. Making your way back up his body is the soft wetness of your tongue, sliding along his calves and thighs with kisses intermingling. 

He’s trembling, fingers fidgeting at his sides. Jack was a man of practiced patience, but when it came to you? He could never wait. 

“Yes.” It comes out as a hiss, accompanied by a long sigh when you finally grip him. 

Spreading his legs wider, he allows you to shuffle forward between his thighs, watching you angle your head above him so you can spit onto his tip. Your thumb swipes over the head, listening to him whimper it.

“Baby, please.” He’s been dying for you, ever since you said I do. 

Easily, you settle onto your stomach, sliding him into your mouth. It’s a simple motion, his cock gliding over your tongue, the roundness of his head hitting the back of your throat in one go. His skin here is so hot, so smooth, not unlike the rest of him. 

Already, bliss swims through his head. Watching you go down on him while wearing your new, white lingerie is fucking killing him. He feels like he could cum just from this. 

“Jesus Christ,” He huffs out when you gag, his hands falling to the back of your head. “Baby… my perfect little wife.” Finally being able to call you that makes his body fill to the brim with gratitude and pride. He doesn’t know how he found you, doesn’t know how he convinced you to say I do, but he’s beyond thankful for you. He knows how lucky he is to have you and he knows there will never be a day where he stops loving you. 

While keeping your mouth stuffed full of him, you look up, making eye contact while swallowing around him. That alluring grin is quickly replaced by a look of pure pleasure and shock, jaw dropping with his brows knitting together. 

Removing yourself quickly, you take in a breath of air. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh, baby. Baby -” He’s reaching out to you, holding your face and bringing you in again. “Put your mouth back on me.” 

And you do, wanting to be his perfect little wife. 

By the way he says it, you know he doesn’t have long. He’s been waiting for even the tiniest semblance of pleasure for hours on end, and you know he has a weak spot for when you look up at him. Pulling that card out of your back pocket, you do it again, innocent eyes staring into his while you drool over his pelvis. 

“Baby… J-Jesus,” The hands on your head pull you in even closer to him, fingers curling into your hair. “I, I… I’m gonna…”

“Mhm,” Mumbling, you nod, staring at him even when his head drops back. 

“I’m gonna c-cum, oh, I’mgonnacum.”

You’d gone down on him for barely five minutes, and already, he’s unloading into your throat. Honestly, it’s a confidence booster, knowing you can do this to him. It’s thick and heavy, salty and sticky, just like it always is. But you swallow it down regardless, your core tingling just from tasting him. Eyes rolling back, you close them, sighing. 

In gentle bliss, Jack’s hips roll up against you, balls tightening as he spills into your mouth. He can feel your tongue moving, swishing his spend around while ushering it directly down your throat. The sound of your cute little mouth-sounds has him reeling, cock hardening all over again. It makes him sensitive, the overwhelming pleasure you give him.

You give him time, keeping him inside until he’s finished. And he loves that, his chest puffing out with every breath. When you do finally release him, it’s alongside a quiet sigh. “That was quick.”

You’re grinning, and so is he. The teasing words coming from your sinful lips make him chuckle, still trying to catch his breath. Honestly, he’s not surprised he came quick. In all his years of living, he’s never seen something as beautiful as you. And now, you’re his, really his. 

“You look so good when you cum, daddy.” Crawling forward, you climb onto his lap, fingers stroking his smooth chin. Leaning in, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “You’re so handsome, daddy.”

“Baby,” Grabbing the back of your head, he urges it to the side, teeth digging into your neck. “You’re so good for me. You know that? You make me so happy, you’re such a good girl for me.” Even after he’s cum, he’s rambling, high on the excitement of this night. 

“Daddy,” Subconsciously, you grind over him, your smooth lace sliding along his growing erection. 

“Take this off,” He demands, already doing it for you with his own hands. “I need to see your body.” 

He doesn’t want to tear it but god dammit, there are too many ribbons and buttons and fuck it, he ends up ripping the front of it open.

“Baby!”

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m sorry, I just -” He can’t even finish his sentence. As soon as your tits spill out, his mouth is on them, sucking your nipple inside and running his tongue across it. 

“Oh my god, yes…” Naturally, you cradle his head, letting him suck on your chest.

“My pretty girl.” He mumbles over your skin, both hands finding your ass to help grind you against him.

Swaying your hips to his rhythm, you smirk, feeling the wetness of him. The wetness of his mouth, his cock, the space between your legs that reacts so openly to him…

“You’re mine - my girl, my precious fuckin’ thing.” He’s rambling, drunk from you, from your touch and your love. “Forever, baby. Always, you hear me? Always.”

“Always.” You repeat, nodding, promising. 

With slow and gentle movements, Jack pushes you forward, laying you on your back with him hovering above. The pillows he’d placed surround the blankets’ edges, allowing you to rest your head on them no matter where he puts you. 

He doesn’t leave your chest, moaning quietly while he licks you. His eyes are closed, enjoying himself while he continues undressing you. Sliding the fabric from your body completes his request, dropping the damaged fabric on the floor outside the edges of your blanketed space. And after that, he doesn’t waste any time, shifting himself to lay between your legs. It’s then that he finally leaves your chest, lifting himself to rest his face in the dip of your neck. 

“Honey…” He sighs, lifting a hand to lick his first three digits. And then he’s lowering them, rubbing them over your sex. 

“Baby,” You whimper in response, hands clinging to his shoulder and neck. 

Sliding a finger in, it’s like he’s testing the waters, seeing how ready you are for him. As if you’d be anything other than soaking on your wedding night. 

“You want me, honey?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

“Yes,” Nodding, you lift your legs, encasing him between them. “Yes, daddy.”

Languidly, he pumps his middle digit a few more times, sliding it in and out of your velvety center. It allows him to breathe for a moment, to let himself take it all in. 

“Baby,” The tip of your nose touches his face, his cheek, bringing him back to you with the small whisper of, “Please.” 

His body responds before his mind does, removing his finger and using that same hand to hold himself. Turning his head, he looks at you, the ethereal image of his wife, as he slides into you. 

“Baby,” He drawls, eyes rolling back, head dropping to your chest. 

Naturally, his hips begin to move, slow and lovingly as he plunges into you. He feels thick, heavy, sliding into you all the way to his base until he’s retracting so he can do it all over again. His motions become heated, your arms looping around his neck, hands guiding him back to your breasts. 

“Oh, baby.” He gasps out, the motion of his hips steady yet fluid. You're holding his head, sighing airly while his lips return to your chest. “Daddy loves it, baby doll, he loves when you shove his face into these sweet, pretty titties.”

“Daddy,” Cradling his head, you encourage him, fingers curling into his hair.

That’s all it takes for him to absolutely ravish you, his muscular arms moving between your back and the blankets to hold you. It feels possessive, heated, Jack’s hips rolling into your own as his lips focus on your nipples, licking them repeatedly, tenderly. 

Linking your legs around his lower back, he groans, biting into your neck. He loved when you did that, when you wrapped him in your limbs. He’s all you want, all you’ve ever needed since you met him. 

“P-Please,” Gasping tightly, your eyes pinch shut, hips thrusting up to meet his own. “Please don’t stop.”

But then Jack’s dominant hand slides out from beneath your back, landing on your hip and pushing you down. “Let daddy take care of you, sweetheart.” He’s whispering, lips mumbling over your breasts. “Let daddy take care of the sweet girl he knows you are.”

Easily, he finds your g-spot, his tip repeatedly pounding into it. More so than normal, it takes the breath from your lungs, something about the ring on your finger making everything feel different. 

“Baby doll,” He’s smiling, chuckling. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” And then he lifts his head, kissing your jawline, your cheek. “But I can’t do that ‘til you cum for me.”

“I’m going to d-daddy.” Your head tilts back, pushing into the pillows with your eyes pinched shut. “I’m going to…” 

“Babycakes,” The same hand that’s keeping you down rises to your face, grabbing your jaw and turning you to face him. 

With mesmerized eyes, you stare up at him, at the most amazing man you’ve ever known. “Daddy?”

“Cum for me.” Is all he says before diving in to meet your lips, tongue sliding in. 

Both of your hands hold the back of his head, moans echoing into his throat. And he wants them, wants to keep them, every single beautiful noise you make for him.

Shaking hands cling desperately to your husband, feeling his warm skin, the muscles beneath the surface. And the only reason he leaves your lips is to say, “Honey, you make me feel things,” Jack admits, losing his breaths. “You make daddy feel things that he’s never felt before.” 

“Daddy, please,” Chest tightening with emotion, your hips roll up against him again. 

“Daddy’s got you, baby, you beautiful thing.” His own body shivers from the sensation of it all, holding back from cumming inside you. He wants to feel you. “Are you gonna cum for him?” 

“Yes!” It’s overwhelming, feeling the repeated drag of him against your walls, his unrelenting pace, his sturdy body holding you so possessively, yet so gently. 

It’s quite a rare thing, tears forming from this. The passion, the euphoria of it all, knowing you have this blessing in your hands for the rest of time. You’re floating, smiling while the wetness runs down the sides of your face, the sensation of it rolling through you with grace. And still, you cling to him, never wanting to go without his embrace. 

“Oh my god,” Shaking his head, he kisses your cheek, warm lips pressing tenderly to your skin. 

But he doesn’t let you revel in it, removing himself from your heat quicker than expected. It makes you gasp, the sound shrill and airy. Sitting up on his knees, he gazes down at you, chest rising and falling with rapture while his eyes rake over you. Broad hands fall to your hips, fingertips caressing your stomach. 

“Sit up for me, angel. Please?” His voice is quiet and caring; he’s speaking so sweetly to you. “Wanna cum in you from behind.”

“You do?” 

“You think I’d only give you one round tonight?” Tilting his head, he gives you a half grin, body already reaching out to move you.

Limply, you allow it, grinning giddily as he does it. Hauling your hips into the air is the strength of his broad hands, holding onto you with a firm grasp. Shuffling forward, he brings himself to you, resting his already leaking erection between your cheeks. His hands guide you, urging you to roll your hips back against him as he slides through the curves of your backside, rubbing up and down, up and down…

He enjoys this briefly before you change the angle, allowing him to slide inside. He gasps when he enters you, while you sigh in relief, chuckling slightly from the shock in his voice. 

“Holy shit,” He huffs, holding firmly to your hips once he’s fully seated inside. “Goddamn baby, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Baby, you know I always want you.” You’re grinding back against him, wanting more. You know how harshly he treats you in this position, and you’re eagerly anticipating it. 

Nibbling on the corner of his lower lip, he groans, staring down at the graceful sway of your hips. Pushing you forward slightly, he slides out halfway, only to haul you back against his body. Gripping the maroon-tinted blankets, you force yourself back against him, listening to Jack’s harsh grunts and groans as you fuck each other in earnest. The driving force behind his thrusts is aided in his grip on your hips, jaw dropping as he listens to the lewd squelch of it.

“You’re still so wet,” He tells you, in absolute awe. “Still so fucking creamy, baby…” 

“Daddy, you make such a fucking mess of me.” You’re burying your head in the pillows, crying out and nearly shrieking. He’s punching himself into you, his breaths harsh and heavy. 

He knows you’ll be exhausted after this, and he probably will, too. But he knows he wants more, he wants to do more to you. 

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, okay?” Heaving out desperate breaths, he then promises, “And then I’ll please your pretty clit. I’ll lick it for you, I’ll suck on it, too.” 

“Oh…”

“You want that, honey?” He asks, grunting as he feels those familiar waves of bliss. “You want daddy to lick you?” 

“Yes, yes please. Please, baby.” You’re still bouncing back against him, pulsing around the thick intrusion of him. 

Seeing you bent over like this was always exhilarating for him. You were always so submissive, so trusting of him. You absolutely adored him. And the feeling of ecstasy flowing through Jack’s body is a beautiful promise of the future ahead of him. 

He crumbles over your body, heaving desperately, wrapping his arms around you. One of his hands finds its way to your chest, just barely fondling your breasts. Really, he’s holding you, rolling his hips into you. The feeling of it isn’t foregin, not to either of you. Emptying himself inside is something he’s almost always done with you, and one day, he hopes it takes root. He knows he wants children with you. But he’s not thinking about that right now; right now, he’s thinking about how he’s feeling. The pleasure buzzing through his body, the way his body reacts to the woman beneath him, to his incredibly devoted, stunningly beautiful, wife. 

Reaching back, your hand finds the back of his head, holding onto him. You’re both panting, wishing the night wasn’t over yet. And with that thought in mind, his hands are on your hips again. Pulling out, he’s much slower this time, head tilting down to watch his spend spill from your insides. 

“Baby doll,” It comes out as a whine, and it surprises you. Turning, you intend to look back at him, but he’s shoving you forward again. 

“Oh,” Your cheek presses into the pillows, hands reaching forward to stabilize yourself on them. And then his tongue lands on your sex, making your eyes roll back. 

He’s whining, leaning over while he eats you from behind. It’s like he’s gone submissive, whimpering while licking into you, his body tingling when he hears your praise.

“Baby…” Reaching behind, you grab hold of his hair. “That’s so good…”  

You’re leaking, and he’s rubbing his face against you, drowning in you. His tongue glides up through your folds, his hands spreading you open from behind. 

“Oh my god,” With your fingernails scraping against his scalp, he gasps against you, suctioning his mouth to your pink and puffy lips. “Daddy.”

“You know I love it, baby.” He slurps from you, groaning deeply. “Sweet fuckin’ thing. Letting me do whatever I want to you.” Fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks, he presses his lips to the plumpness of them, sighing. 

“Daddy, please.” You’re reaching for him again, begging for his attention. 

“What is it, babyakes?” Lifting himself, he peers down at you, lids heavy with lust. 

“Come back to me.” And he does, he immediately does. 

Lifting himself full, he crawls over your body, helping you to lay on your back now. His chest presses to yours, his breaths calming as he wraps his arms around your back. He nuzzles into your neck, moaning and sighing happily when he feels your legs wrap around his lower back. Your hands find his hair again, stroking his full locks with tender care. The moment is quiet, calm, each of your bodies relaxing alongside the other’s. You feel at peace, complete, with the other half of your puzzle piece.

Opening your eyes, you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them until a dazzling ray of color prompts it. Looking up into the night sky, you see it, the sight provoking a warm smile from you. Turning, you whisper to him, getting him to look up, too. 

The Northern Lights, the blues and purples and greens dancing across the sky. It’s mesmerizing - you truly can’t look away. But Jack does. As beautiful as it is, nothing could tear him away from the sight of you. Leaning in, he grins, kissing your cheek. He’s in love with you, and will be until the day he dies, and through whatever comes after that, too. 

Jack remembers that feeling, the intense emotions he felt that night. It was more than he ever could have hoped for or expected. His happiness was incomparable, he was elated, filled with absolute joy. Nothing could have brought him down in that moment, not when he was with you. Your warm bodies pressed together so lovingly, the affection you hold for each other is genuine and true. It was from the start, and it always will be.

The meaning of your relationship brings out profound emotion within him, his chest sucking in a deep breath as he smiles brightly. And his happiness only amplifies when he hears the front door open, listening to the sweet-soft voice of you. 

“Baby?” And then the door closing, the shuffling of you kicking off your shoes. “I’m home!” 

Immediately, he’s on his feet, setting the book down and turning toward you. He’s grinning wildly, striding in your direction and wrapping you in his embrace. With a large and happy sigh, he lifts you, twirling you slightly. 

“Baby!” You laugh, arms looping around his neck. And when he sets you down, you look up into his eyes, wondering, “What’ve you been up to?” 

You’ve always told him that he gave you a life you never thought you could have. What you fail to realize is you’ve done the same for him. He never thought he’d be blessed like this. Before, life was good. But now? Life is definitely better with you. 

[whentherewerebicycles]

okay well I don’t know what’s going on but I am really hitting a mental and physical wall this week. I suspect it has to do with the fact that last week he suddenly stopped napping well and, by some strange coincidence, became 1000x fussier in the afternoons and evenings. here is how it is affecting me:

I am so… so tired

I am having trouble thinking especially when he’s been fussing for like three straight hours and my brain has just switched off as some kind of a self-protective mechanism

I am struggling to make decisions about how to handle the fussiness because so tired and also because I don’t really understand what’s going on with him or how to soothe him

I’m getting behind on student work because I no longer have consistent nap windows in which to work during the day

I’m soooo much snappier and more irritable with the dogs especially… like I know they’re understimulated and under-walked right now and that’s why they’re barking so much more and I know I gotta address the root causes instead of getting angry with them for reacting in a very normal way to feeling stir crazy. but also sometimes when they wake the boy up from one of his suddenly rare naps or otherwise elevate the noise level in the house I am like I NEED you to shut up. I love you so much and I know it’s my fault you’re bored but I NEED the noise to stop.

I am not eating well because the fussing often starts around lunch time and I just lose track of where I am in the day and forget to eat. and then by the time I remember it’s too late to do anything but microwave something fast and kinda shitty

I cannot change the fussiness. he is having some big sleep changes and maybe a growth spurt or maybe he is just more alert to the world now and it’s harder to chill out. I pray that it is just a phase we are going through (where is my sweet chill baby of just a week ago) and I will also remind myself that so many things are going well. but what can I do to make this period more survivable for myself.

try to go to bed by 9:15 every night to maximize the sleep I’m getting even if it’s fragmented sleep (hopefully that won’t last much longer as he adjusts to not being in the swaddle)

consider asking his sitter to come a third day in the week for a while. use that time to catch up on student work (so I feel less behind and don’t have that additional layer of stress) but also use it to walk the dogs, cook, etc. and tend to other needs. I’m stressed about doing this because money 🫠 but I really need it and I also really need a break when he’s at peak fussiness levels.

scale back again. when I was feeling most overwhelmed before (around 6 weeks? idk it’s all a fever dream) I just focused on really, really scaling back the activities and outings so I could focus on feeding him and getting him to take good naps. I think I am trying to do too much now and I need to give myself permission to say no to things more and to consider the day a win if I just take care of the basics.

put headphones in when he’s fussing. I really need to stop feeling guilty about this and just do it. I will be so much better equipped to soothe/rock/bounce him if I’m not also listening to the nonstop lowgrade crying. it will not hurt him if I don’t listen to the crying. I can tend to his needs without listening to the crying.

try to give myself some grace. I cried a bunch tonight because he was so so tough to deal with this evening and I was feeling so maxed out. but then I was lying on my bed with him propped up against my legs facing me and he started playing his favorite “game” where he puts his feet in his little footie pajamas all over my face and chortles delightedly at my pretend-outraged reaction and it was soooo sweet and I was just like I love you so much 😭 I wish you felt better this week because then I would feel better too and more capable of being present with you. I feel like when he’s fussing soooo much it’s just so hard for us to have those sweet silly connections because we’re both so miserable and neither of us knows how to fix it. it’s tough! it’s tough. but we will get through this and I absolutely refuse to have any “am I a bad parent???” angsty feelings about this. I am a great parent and I am doing the best I can coping with this very challenging week. I cannot soothe him very well because he has a lot going on inside of him right now but I can make him laugh really hard by letting him put his little feet all over my face and that means I gave him at least one small moment of joy today. it’s enough! it’s enough. we will weather this.

[ambrossart]

good morning!!! I hope this week is better than your last, I’m looking forward to the next chapter of Paper Men! I was rereading and noticed that it seems, of all her love interests, Patrick is the only one who doesn’t hold her to this impossibly high standard. I was wondering if you did this intentionally (because I can tell everything you’ve written so far has been) or if this could change? I feel like this is partially why I root for Patrick even though he’s bad news, he’s different than Henry and Vic… he’s openly interested in Evelyn and seems to admire her (admire might be a strong word for him) differently than the other guys have been. idk if any of this makes sense lol. just seems unlike Vic and Henry, he doesn’t need Evelyn to be perfect.

Well, tomorrow (or uh… today, technically) is my birthday, so this week is already gonna be better than the last lol. I was just really busy with work last week, and I'm still getting used to my new writing schedule. Normally, I have a little free time during the afternoon to write, but not anymore. Now I have to do all my writing late at night. I don't love that, but I don’t really have a choice.

Anyway, it absolutely was intentional to have Patrick treat Evelyn differently because I want people to understand why someone like Patrick (who, at first glance, probably doesn't seem like Evelyn's type) might appeal to her, especially at this point in her life.

When it comes to relationships, Evelyn is very direct. If she likes someone, either romantically or platonically, it's pretty obvious that she likes them. Evelyn's not good at holding in her emotions, and that, unfortunately, can be overwhelming for a lot of people. We saw that with Victor when they were kids. Evelyn came on very strong right out of the gate and Victor couldn't handle it, so he kept pushing her away until Evelyn eventually gave up and moved on. Then she got “involved” with Henry, which was a slight improvement but came with all kinds of other problems. And you’re right, he does hold her to an impossible standard. Henry demands perfection and absolute loyalty from his partner; otherwise he doesn’t feel safe. That’s all well and good for Henry, but it’s not exactly fair to Evelyn.

Frankly, Evelyn’s exhausted right now. She’s tired of putting all her time and energy into one-sided relationships. She wants to be wanted. She wants to be desired. So now here comes Patrick, who is very consistent and clear about what he wants: he wants her, that’s all. He doesn’t play hard to get. He doesn’t pull away. And he doesn’t place any expectations or restrictions on her. With Patrick, Evelyn can do whatever she wants. She can be clingy and emotional. (In fact, Patrick wants her to be emotional. The guy’s a leech; he feeds off that shit.) She can’t cross a line because Patrick has no boundaries. It’s basically impossible to make that man uncomfortable. That’s gotta be pretty liberating for someone who’s used to walking on eggshells.

Most importantly, Patrick displays a genuine (or at least a seemingly genuine) interest in her, her life, her hobbies. He asks questions. He listens. He remembers. Does he have an ulterior motive? Of course he does, but does that really matter? Eh, I’ll leave that up to you. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Right now, Patrick is exactly what Evelyn needs, and I think if she ever lets her guard down, she’ll be surprised by how attracted to him she really is.

… which is what Patrick is counting on. 😂