#i meant to answer this last night. i fell asleep.

[blxxmingrose]

the loud ringing of his phone woke him up from a fitful sleep. he didn’t even know how he fell asleep, the last memory of the night his own sobs racking his chest, his tears quietly streaming down his face as he relived the grief that remained. he thought he was already done crying about june, but he was so easily undone by everything he learned about him that it still felt so raw, so real.

of course it is, a small voice deep within him reasoned. he was important to you. it wouldn’t hurt this much if he wasn’t. 

even though it was rational, hans refused to accept it, letting his body bear the marks of the hurt that was imprinted in his very soul. 

his eyes refused to open, puffy and sore from crying until exhaustion took him, but his phone was ringing and it was demanding his attention. he didn’t want to pick it up, knowing the last photo it had shown him, but his father’s number was flashing on the screen now, and for a moment all the pain was set aside in place of panic. his dad wouldn’t call if it wasn’t anything urgent. 

hans answered the call as he looked at the time—2AM. definitely too early for his father to be awake, which meant he probably hadn’t slept yet. “dad?” hans’ voice was raw from crying, and the voice on the other line fell silent as if he knew. 

the worry in his father’s voice was evident. “you didn’t call last night, so i was worried. is everything okay?” 

hans’ hand came up to his forehead in a reprimanding slap. he always called before going to bed. he always had, ever since that time. when his father didn’t know if he would survive another day, when his decisions didn’t make sense and it really felt like hans would do something so terribly awful. “i’m sorry, dad. i—“ he stopped himself from telling the truth. of all the people in his life he could tell, it was probably his dad. but it was also his dad who had already seen him fall apart at the seams, sat with him those first few nights when he did nothing but cry holding an old t-shirt with june’s name on it. 

he had already put his dad through that, and hans didn’twant to do it all over again. so he lied. 

“there was so much going on at the bakery last night, i fell asleep as soon as i came home.” hans thought he used to be bad at lying. he never quite knew what to do with his hands when he was trying to make up a story, could never look someone in the eye when he wasn’t being truthful. he would return any extra change, paid for items he had damaged instead of feigning innocence. but he has learned to lie to survive. he still hated lying to his parents, but this was for their own sake too. 

whether his parents believed him or not was a different matter, but at least they weren’t prying more. “you sure you’re okay? your mother had a dream.” 

“i’m fine, dad,” he said with more energy, his body alert now, too afraid to go back to sleep and risk nightmares. “i’ll tell you if i’m not, okay? and i’ll call tonight, i promise.” he ended the call as he headed for the bathroom sink, putting his phone down to wash his face and look at himself in the mirror. there were bags under his eyes, signs of lack of sleep and plenty of tears, but as he forced himself to look closer, he also forced himself to harden his resolve. 

this isn’t a dream, hans, he scolded himself, words spoken in silence but strong as a flame raging inside him. this is real life, and you cannot fall apart again. 

and so he lied to himself too. he’d lie his way through it until things felt better again, until certain people and certain things didn’t feel like a knife pressing on his heart every time he breathed.

hans picked up his keys and locked up behind him, walking down the familiar stairs until he was once again back in his kitchen. he’d start baking earlier than usual, but loyal customers who always dropped by early would probably appreciate it. 

yes, he could do it. he did it before. he could do it again. 

and if something unpleasant happened today, if someone unexpected happened to make an appearance, it wouldn’t hurt him too. these were the lies he told himself, and if he kept saying them over and over, he's convinced they would start to feel like the truth. 

june stared at his reflection in the mirror above the old dresser, the one he’d spent the past week sharing with his fiancé in his childhood bedroom, where the ceiling still bore the faint sticker residue of glow-in-the-dark stars. a jacket he'd planned to try on lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, folded neatly by hands that hadn’t been steady since the moment he closed the bakery door behind him.

the scent of sugar and flour still clung to his coat.

it had taken every ounce of self-control not to double back.

he hadn't told his fiancé where he’d gone. he wasn’t hiding it, but there were no words that could accurately describe what that encounter had done to him. there were some stories that didn’t belong to anyone but the people who lived them. and some wounds that didn’t scar over just because you stopped talking about them.

sitting down at the edge of the bed, june rubbed a hand over his face and let out a quiet breath. he hadn’t meant to say what he said. hadn’t meant to let it hang in the air like a thread he wanted hans to pull. but seeing him again, hearing his voice, the way he still filled a room even when he was trying not to — it undid something. it undid him.

he should’ve said goodbye better all those years ago. should’ve answered the messages. should’ve at least explained. but back then, he was so full of panic and pain that he folded in on himself, buried under the weight of what they could’ve had. he’d thought walking away quietly was the kindest thing he could do, not realizing silence could be crueler than any fight they’d ever had.

now, he was older. wiser. more stable. and still, he didn’t know how to hold this kind of grief.

he’d seen that look in hans’ eyes. the way they still flickered with everything left unsaid, even after all this time. it haunted him. he loved the life he was building now but a part of him still carried hans with him, buried in the quiet parts of his heart. he didn’t think that ever really went away.

he could still remember what it felt like to sit on that tiny couch in hans’ first apartment, laughing over something dumb on tv, hans’ head resting on his shoulder. he could remember how his hands always smelled faintly like vanilla, how he used to hum under his breath when he was focused, how june had once thought, this is what forever feels like.

but forever didn’t happen. and june had done the thing he swore he never would—he hurt the one person who made him believe in love in the first place.

june closed his eyes and pressed his palms together, fingers shaking.

the ring on his finger caught the light when he stood, and it only made him feel heavier.

he loved his fiancé. he chose this life. but loving someone now didn’t erase what came before. didn’t erase the boy he once was — the one who belonged to hans.

he walked to the window, opened it just a little, let the chill air bite at his skin.

maybe he’d stay away. maybe he wouldn’t go back to the bakery, not again. maybe the kindest thing now was to really give hans the peace he should’ve had years ago.

[necrotic-nephilim]

for ask game: casstim, post war games

Tim's first heat starts in Bludhaven and, alienated from all familiar bonds, he invites Cass into the nest. but it turns out that despite everyone thinking Cass was a beta or delta, she's an alpha stuck with the presentation due to starvation as a child. and being close to an omega in the heat provokes her first rut.

for the ask game!

post-War Games CassTim my *beloved* god. especially with Omegaverse it's all so good bc i *love* playing with how Cass' upbringing could affect her presentation-

the isolation of everyone post-War Games is a lot of fun to play with, especially how it affects Tim and Cass. they don't see eye to eye about how things should've been handled. and worse, they're both grieving Steph. it makes being together awkward and full of long silences neither of them know how to fill. but without any other options and trying desperately to just fix things, Tim invites Cass to his nest. mostly because he doesn't *expect* her to say yes. i like the idea of Cass being pretty averse to all things secondary gender because of her own complex about (assumedly) not having one. everyone defaults to assuming she's a beta, but there's never been any proper confirmation. so it's a last-ditch effort for Tim to find *any* kind of companionship after everyone he's lost. his first heat has him feeling awkward and vulnerable. so when Cass says yes bc she's also just lonely and vulnerable, he's so started he didn't expect it. he happily makes room for her in his nest, but it's a bit awkward at first. Cass is just going through a checklist, making sure Tim is eating and drinking enough, cuddling him, but still holding an emotional distance. part of it is her unresolved feelings and part of it is her stunted presentation, it all makes her very confused and awkward no matter how much Tim tries to connect to her.

i'm personally a big fan of heats not being "out of your mind horniness" but more so being "emotional distress and physical discomfort". sure Tim is horny and could really use a good fuck rn, but mostly he's just cramping and craving an emotional connection, especially as his first heat without a real pack. the Batfam have vaguely acted as a pack before, but now they're so fractured it sends Tim's hormones on an emotional fritz. he doesn't like that he's an omega having his first heat, he doesn't like that his pseudo-pack is such a mess, and he doesn't like how something is clearly wrong with Cass. she's trying to hide it, but Tim can tell she's getting more and more uncomfortable the more they hang out in his nest, just watching movies. she keeps shifting around and getting up for some reason. and the worst part is, *she* doesn't know why either. she doesn't know why Tim's scent is so distracting and why she's suffocating in this need to protect and hold him. she almost feels bad about it, like she's objectifying an omega in heat who just wants her company. Cass doesn't fully understand social dynamics, but she knows omegas are seen as vulnerable and fragile during heat and Tim came to *her* for help, and now she's messing it up, somehow. she can smell the distress on his scent as he's so worried about her when she's the one who should be taking care of him and clearly, she's doing a bad job of it, no matter how much Tim is trying to convince her otherwise and just talk to her.

i think it's fun if Tim notices first. Cass wouldn't have any idea what these feelings are and she's often so disconnected from her body's signals she's not processing the attraction and arousal from her rut, just this burning need to protect Tim, which she had already. it's when Tim has his face buried in the crook of her neck that he frowns and actually smells her. and he awkwardly asks if she's an alpha and Cass has to tell him no, bc everyone knows she's assumed to be a beta. and so Tim has to very awkwardly tell her that he's pretty sure she's an alpha and he's *definitely* sure she's going into rut. and now Cass is *more* uncomfortable. because she's so used to her body being used to hurt people. and she's heard the stories, how alphas go into ruts around omegas and use to as an excuse to assault them. and that's the *last* thing she wants to do when Tim has trusted her with such a vulnerable moment. i'm just very fond of Cass fearing intimacy because she doesn't know how to use her body for pleasure, only for pain. she tries to pull away, saying she'll find someone else to keep Tim company. but Tim is promising her it's okay, promising he knows she wouldn't hurt him and that they don't *have* to do anything. his instincts are begging for sex, but he won't push for that unless he knows she wants it too.

the sex takes a while for them to build up to. maybe Tim's heat lasts a couple days and Cass is in and out or her rut the whole time as her body adjusts to presenting as an alpha. they're helping each other through it. Cass is trying *hard* to hold back her urges, she's taken the worst kind of pain the world has to offer, she can handle some hormones. but the more Tim's heat lasts the more the nest smells like both of them and she finally breaks, whispering a soft "please" in TIm's ear, and that's all Tim needs to understand. the sex is taken slow and a little awkward. Cass functionally understands how sex works, but concepts of foreplay are utterly foreign to her. i like the idea of Cass being the dom, but still needing guidance from Tim as to what feels good for him, how she should touch him. i love the idea of Tim guiding her to eat him out bc it'll make it easier for him to fuck him and Cass enjoys giving Tim head so much for the taste and all the noises that he makes that she drives him into overstimulation, coming over and over on her tongue until he's sure he's gonna pass out. she fucks him hard, but her words are so gentle in his ear and it's such a dizzying contrast. when Cass finally knots Tim i think she cries. the overwhelming emotion just finally gets to her and they hold each other like that while Cass cries and feels loved.

in the aftermath, they *try* to go back to normal. both of them agree mating would be a bad idea that could overcomplicate things. but they can't seem to stay away from each other. they end up sleeping in each other's beds, always visiting each other. it's very normal for Tim to wake up to Cass crawling through his window to climb under his sheets. they smell like each other so much that everyone can tell Tim is seeing an alpha but no one realizes it's Cass for a while because no one realizes she's an alpha. the truth eventually comes out because Tim and Cass end up glued at each other's hip. it takes a few years before they officially mate, but everyone knows it's an unofficial official sort of thing. Tim's heats are always spent with Cass and they're ferally protective of each other. they definitely don't have an easy relationship- there's so much unresolved trauma between the two of them that they struggle with emotional vulnerability with each other. sometimes they end up arguing and not speaking for days and *everyone* can feel the tension. but they always make up in the end bc they will always seek each other out for company and comfort.

[rosykims]

1, 9, 11 and 22 for the RT asks!!!

THANK U HAZE SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

1. Where are they from? What is their homeworld like? Do they miss it?

leda is actually a voidborn who grew up on the von valancius voidship 😶 it would be a ridiculous coincidence if it wasnt also kind of the most pragmatic move on theodora's part — keeping your direct heir (in this case her grandniece) physically on the same ship as her in secret so she always had a "break glass in case of emergency" option ahould all else fail. unfortunately it didn't get very far given leda manifested as a psyker and (due to running away) was inevitably caught by the inquisition. nevertheless, she grew up on the (upper) lower decks, not as dire as what we see in void shadows but still pretty bleak. she was fortunately often looked out for by the younger/kinder acolytes of the adeptus mechanicus who were stationed on that level. the only reason she left is to escape the vision she'd had of the blackship arriving — ironically it was her trying to escape which ended up getting her captured in the first place

anyway. returning all those years later as a fully sactioned psyker primaris (probably?? need to read more into what those requirements actually are) with an ulterior purpose and a boatload of baggage is . . . interesting for her. shes quite prideful/spiteful so shes glad to be back to prove to herself/others how far she's come, but she also genuinely DID miss the simplicity of life on the lower decks, and how dulled down the horrific conditions were by virtue of her having been a child at the time and too young to know any better. those first few months after things stabilize she frequently sneaks down to the lower decks to hang out in local watering holes incognito - and also to see if her old friends and neighbours are still alive. none of them are lol. lmao even

9. What was their Darkest Hour? How does it affect them today?

can't remember the exact name of it but it's the one involving being tortured in her past - which synergizes well with her RO being heinrix. the torture in this instance however is one she has complicated feelings about, given it's directly related to her experience on terra lmao. i don't think anything that she went through in commoragh could ever come close to the experience of what happened to her that day, and it's only her resolve to undermine the dogma of the imperium that really grounds her and keeps her from falling into despair after that.

11. Who amongst their retinue are they closest to?

other than heinrix it's absolutely yrliet :( in fact she was honestly closer with her than she was with heinrix for quite a while in act 2. there was for SURE a spark of homoeroticism going on prior to the cammoragh mess which drove heinrix absolutely insane w jealousy <3 unfortunately because leda is Not as good a person as she pretends to be she does willd up killing yrliet at the end of act 3. she didnt want to, but she saw it as a neccessary form of appeasement for the crew and the only way to reinforce that her benevolence does have its limits. having also emerged from cammoragh she was NOT in a good place and absolutely leaned into her dogmatic roots to survive. she regrets it forever though. yrliet haunts her until her death i think, and its for yrliets memory that she continues to help the aeldari where she can and make sure theyre taken care of — for her friends' sake.

22. Do they have any augmentations? Were these installed out of necessity, or as a cosmetic choice?

i feel like leda has a prosthetic trigger finger for tactical reasons NGNDMFJF but she's honestly not too true-fleshed up tbh, since she's made her trade as a sniper and thus hasn't sustained any injuries requiring augmentation. she has some heavyduty psyker implants which present visually with a steal scalp (do not ask me how she still has a full head of hair growing through it lol science i guess) and a reinforced spine to assist with adapting to gravity as a voidborn. otherwise thats about it!

[dragonmasterhiccup]

But she had to promise to stay on Berk. Because if she didn’t make that clear, they— being Hiccup, her mother, and maybe Astrid— would be worried about her taking off again. And the last thing she wanted was for them to worry about her.

Sighing, she replied, “Hiccup, I know this— hunters this, hunters that— can you please stop reminding me? I’ll probably be dead before hunters stop looking for me…”

Ugh. Him wanting ‘extra time with his sister’ meant that he wanted to talk to her, and it was definitely about something serious… “Y’know… we can definitely have the dinner, or, or get together, or whatever this is, but… I kind of have other things I want to do? Like uh, go see Camicazi, and Finley! So um, that ‘extra time together,’ might have to wait…”

Turning her gaze downwards, she shrugged. “Well, yeah, I’m okay with it, we can do whatever you want with like, getting together and redoing Snoggletog or whatnot…”

"I just--" He sighed, "I just know that you don't want to stay stuck here forever, that's all. I don't want you to feel trapped..."

He raised his brows at her, "This won't take long, Danny." Running a hand through his hair, he said, "I may not know how to fix what's been bothering you, but I just want to make sure you know that I'm here, if you ever need someone to talk to. Though I will say, in my experience? Talking with Toothless has helped me through quite a bit... Twilight might be able to do the same for you."

Meeting her gaze, he added, "I'm trying not to be overbearing, it'll just take some time..."

At her words, he gave a slight nod. "Okay. If that's what you truly want. We will get together, then."

Valka returned, steaming cups of tea in hand. She handed one to Danny, and the other to Hiccup before fetching one for herself.

There were so many things Hiccup wanted to say, but wasn't sure if he should. Setting his cup down, he stood up. "I should get Twilight back to the stables, get her saddle off and get her some fish..."

Turning to his sister, he gave her a small smile. "It's good to have you back, Danny."

[honey-dont]

Def a trademark is like... Sharp edges and angles... Shaped!

yay shapes <33

[thechibilitwick]

i swear i said this somewhere but i lowk forgot anyway i think what u mentioned yesterday on imposter boulevard was right, as in the way that es’s choice of words cldve confused kzi n that him outright giving his understanding of the definition of unfaithful/probably confused is purposeful in both trying to clarify but also to avoid accountability to a degree before it overtakes him ltr on n makes him break down. the second factor i forgot abt is that the guy doesnt kno what es saw in his mv right,, that him saying that he ‘didnt consider this a possibility’ is him realizing that even mind violating song extraction machine cant save him nymore n do the work of uncovering his inner feelings for him when he himself has lost the ability to do it, as he says ltr on. can u imagine a kid looking into what u think is ur deepest feelings on display, deeming u innocent for the stuff thats plagued u for so long, n then they tell u haha yeah no i only did that cuz i didnt understand shit ur feelings r way too damn complicated but also i can infer frm that little info that ur unfaithful ur self absorbed u act on ur sexual urges too much i personally as the indifferent guard representative of impartiality am especially hateful towards u after seeing a glimpse of the true self uve been too scared to show anyone ur whole life. itd make sense for him to get so defensive all of a sudden if he was put into the spotlight that quickly

man idek what to say cuz you pretty much said everythign there is to. sigh sigh sighhh

it's like the whole thing with wanting to finally be understood and seen for who he truly is yet being so terrified of needing to express it himself. but also the fear that regardless of if he tells the truth or not he can still be misunderstood, so rather than tell the truth himself and take fault if things go wrong he can have something or someone else say it for him and thus leave less of the blame to him... or smth like that i'm probably just repeating what you said.

so much shit going on with this guy my brain is getting fried tho idk what else to say waghghhhghh

[iguessitsjustme]

Hi rae!!! For the violent ask game 7 and 14🩷🩷

Heyyyy

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

This is a tough one because I don’t typically let the fandom influence my opinions on shows or characters. There are definitely characters that I think the fandom could calm down on (again, staring at the MDL comments) but I typically have my thoughts on the character and even if I dislike how the general fandom acts, I don’t start to hate characters because of it. I’m pretty good at separating my feelings on the fandom and my feelings on shows/characters/whathaveyou. Anyone that knows me irl will tell you that I like what I like and I don’t let superficial things ruin that for me.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

It has been a loooooong time since I read fics regularly. Part of the reason is because there just aren’t fics for the shows I want fics for but I do occasionally read them. Especially if it’s recommended to me. But I guess I’ll go back a few years to when I was reading fics regularly and say people sometimes just get the characters wrong. I get different interpretations of characters, but there were times that I genuinely thought they just wrote about the wrong character and got names confused. But whenever I disagreed with the characterization, I’d just back out and find a new fic. It didn’t happen very often so there were plenty for me to read that got the characters perfect.

Choose Violence Ask Game

[schauerromantik]

I'm happy to hear that!!

I'm feeling quite good tbh. Thanks for asking 💕

aw that's good to hear!!! hope today is going well for u too <3

[astars-things]

Dada's side

Dad!Lando Norris x Mom!reader

You knew marrying an f1 driver was hard, with the media attention, them being away so much and the risk of driving 300mph not knowing if they were going to get out of the car unharmed, but nothing was harder than raising a child with an f1 driver. You knew what you were signing up for but your little baby Ivy didn't. It was easier when she was younger she didn't have a clue what was going on and you could take her to races more but when she turned two it was a lot harder, now, she was old enough to know what it meant when Lando packed a suitcase. Old enough to know that when you drove to the airport, she wouldn’t see him for days.

Ivy was a clingy toddler to Lando so when it came time for airport drop-offs it was hard for everyone. 

"dada no leave" Ivy screamed as Lando was hugging her goodbye "Bub I'm sorry but you get to see me on TV and I'll be home in five sleeps okay" Lando cooed, giving her a finally kiss on the head before putting her back into her car seat and shutting the door, you and Lando stood outside the car hearing Ivy cry her heart out, "I Love you y/n, call me if you need anything" Lando cooed to you and giving you a deep kiss "I love you too Lando" you gave each other one last hug before you watched Lando walk away 

You watched him until he disappeared into the terminal, then slipped into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly. You tried to hold it together, for Ivy’s sake, but as her cries filled the car, a few silent tears escaped. Quickly, you wiped them away before the cameras lurking nearby could capture them.

when you stepped inside the apartment Ivy was not having it crying, throwing things and more. You sighed giving Ivy the iPad and putting cartoons on for her so you could go have a shower and a moment of peace to yourself. Then, suddenly, the weight of it all crushed you, and that's when you fell apart you started off with small sobs and soon it turned into you gasping for air, and the worst part is Lando was 30,000 feet in the air unreachable while you had to deal with everything. 

Dinner went better than you expected you made Ivy dino nuggets with tater tots and you both just sat on the couch with both of your dinners while watching a Disney because you had no energy to fight her into sitting her in her high chair, soon it came to bedtime "I don't want sleep I want dada" Ivy screamed as you placed her in her bed with a bottle of milk and her night time essentials, "I know baby but the sooner you go to sleep is one sleep down until dada comes home" you cooed pressing a kiss to Ivys head 

"What if I go get Dada’s cologne and spray it on Ted Ted?" Ivy’s sniffles quieted, and she gave you a hopeful nod. You quickly grabbed Lando’s full-sized cologne from the dresser the one he always left at home since he traveled with a smaller one and spritzed a little onto her beloved bear.

"Ted Ted smells like Dada now," you whispered, handing it back to her. She clutched it close, inhaling deeply, and within minutes, she was fast asleep. For the first time that day, it felt like you could finally breathe, you cleaned the kitchen and made your way into your shared room getting ready for bed, slipping under the covers and pulling out your phone to mindlessly scroll on TikTok, half an hour into scrolling on TikTok you heard tiny footsteps coming towards your room and with a small push Ivy had opened your bedroom door "I miss dada" she cried running towards you 

You picked her up putting her and Lando's side of the bed giving her a light kiss on the head "I know baby" you cooed, rubbing her back Just then, your phone buzzed. Lando’s name lit up the screen. You quickly answered, putting him on FaceTime.

"Hi, my love, fu—" Lando started, voice groggy from just waking up. "Lando, Ivy is next to me," you warned, cutting him off before he let any colorful words slip. Lando chuckled. "Right, little ears." Then his expression softened as he caught sight of Ivy curled up in bed. "Hey, bub. You keeping my side of the bed warm for me?"

Ivy peeked at the screen, still sleepy. "Mhm. Smells like you," she mumbled, hugging Ted Ted closer. Lando’s heart melted. "I miss you, baby. But I’ll be home really soon, okay? Just five more sleeps." Ivy yawned, nodding. "Will you tell me a story?"

Lando grinned. "Of course, bub. What story do you want?" Ivy thought for a moment before mumbling, "Dada’s race car."

So Lando launched into a bedtime story, his voice soft and full of love. He told her about a magical race car that could fly and how its driver who looked suspiciously like him raced across the stars to get home to his family. As he spoke, Ivy’s eyes grew heavier, her little hand resting against your arm.

Soon, soft snores filled the room.

Lando smiled. "She’s out, huh?" You nodded, adjusting the blankets around her. "Yeah. That was adorable." "Glad I could help." Lando leaned back against the pillows in his hotel room, running a hand through his messy curls. "How was your day, love?" You sighed. "Busy. She was extra clingy today. I think she really felt you being gone."

Lando frowned. "I hate being away from you guys." "We miss you too," you admitted, voice softer now. "It’s not the same without you here." His expression warmed. "I’ll be home before you know it. And then I’m not letting go of either of you." You smiled sleepily, the warmth of his words settling over you like a blanket.

"Babe," Lando said after a moment, his voice gentle. "As much as I love your voice, I think you should go to sleep." You chuckled. "You’re probably right." "Get some rest, love. I’ll call you first thing in the morning." "Okay," you whispered, eyes fluttering shut. "Goodnight, Lando." "Goodnight, my love."

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[vacillatingonanist]

please don't think about finding a stranger online and thinking "oh i'll just innocently flirt with them and have a little esex, no biggie" it's a saturday night and you've had a few drinks so of course you're in the mood. you slide into bed with a pretty little black nightgown on and hop on discord to hit up someone from a server in dms, teasing back and forth about all the things you would let him do to you.

everything is fine until one particular message. "fuck you look so good in black".

you hadn't sent him a single picture, how did he know that?

"what do you mean by that?"

"sorry i missed a few words, i meant i bet you look so good in black."

you stare at the text for a minute, daring yourself to take a few glances around at your windows. nothing. if you were sober you would have stopped, but god you're so damn greedy and horny when you're drunk.

after getting your nut in you leave him on read, practically passing out with the phone still lit in your hand. you're just so loopy as it is and the dopamine hit you just right.

thirty minutes pass, and the creaking of floorboards fail to wake you from your drunken slumber.

the door opens, and in slinks your link. he wouldn't dare admit it, but he had been the new neighbor next door to you, and neglecting to put blinds up on your window because of the absence of an occupant was the greatest housewarming gift you could have ever given him. however, you left him without his own satisfaction, and that just about threw him over the edge.

he started by letting your hand loosely wrap around his cock, thrusting into your palm with hardly contained moans.

it just wasn't enough, and fuck, he knew you were dripping. you were so damn drunk you fell asleep with your panties around your ankles. his fingers drifted down, rubbing along your clit and down your slit to spread your juices while turning you over onto your stomach.

getting on top of you, he wasted no time sliding in. fuck, you just looked so damn gorgeous fingering yourself from his window. he needed to know what you felt like.

he started slow, slow enough that you wouldn't wake, but by the fourth or fifth pump of his cock he started ramming into you, loving the feeling of hitting your cervix.

that's when you woke up, groggy and whining and reaching to raise up.

he clamped his hand over your mouth, shoving two fingers inside.

"shhhh, this is such a nice wet dream isn't it baby? just lay down, let me take care of you."

his words seemed to be all you needed to believe him, laying down and taking all of his cock deep inside of you with every thrust, whining and muttering incoherence.

he didn't care, but his moans and the tightness of your cunt were enough to have his cock twitching as he spilt inside of you, fucking his cum deeper with every thrust until he couldn't anymore.

when he finished, he realized you had fallen back asleep. he smiled, pulling his cum coated cock out of you and going around to slide it into your mouth, licking him clean.

he wanted to say he'd be done with you then and there, but after ten minutes of arguing with himself he was pulling you into a spooning position on your bed, fucking into you sideways until he came again. he wanted you, and he wanted you to be his until he or you couldn't take it anymore.

in the morning you woke with the worst hangover, holding your head and stumbling to the bathroom to vomit and brush your teeth.

the doorbell rang, and while hastily brushing your hair and pulling your panties back up you answered the door.

there your new neighbor stood, smiling with a slightly outstretched hand.

"good morning! i'm your new nextdoor neighbor." he greeted, cocking an eyebrow.

"man, rough time last night?"

[wtfaniii]

Hear me out- VIP reader and Frontman In-ho

Reader goes up to In-ho and is all like “I’m bored, can you entertain me?” And bro goes “You shouldn’t be bored, and I’m not really on the table for entertainment, but I’ll see what I can do” then ensues actions n shit. Really most of this is dealers choice in everything that happens, I just want more VIP reader content <3333

Uhhh I love it!!! I hope I understood what you expected from this!

A better show

Fem reader VIP x Front man

Summary: You are looking for better entertainment than just shows where low-class people die.

Warning: Nothing explicit but some innuendo, flirting, some submission.

N/A: I've only written smut once in my life HAHAHA, I hope you like this.

Money buys happiness.

Or at least that's what everyone around you had told you for as long as could remember.

You were disgustingly rich and beautiful but few dared to approach you for fear of rejection or your bodyguards.

You wanted action so when they talked to you about financing some deadly games for entertainment you accepted, however, this was only your third year attending as a spectator and fell asleep during the second half hour, if it weren't for the wonderful liquor they served you would surely be snoring.

Once again, you were a spectator as the players played lut, you were bored but the only thing that made you come back every year to that place and wear a heavy gold-plated honey badger mask was to enjoy the presence of a certain masked man dressed in black.

There was something about him posture and voice that captivated you, you could even swear that from time to time he saw you too.

And you were right, In-ho looked at you sometimes, she was the only woman who was part of the VIPs and your bored expression throughout the show seemed intriguing to him.

All these men were disgusting and to him you were a beautiful flower growing in a pond of dirty water.

Even though he had never seen your face even once.

Although of course, you also had a certain selfish and classist character, you had only learned what you were taught since you were a little kid.

They both looked at each other and you, with a smile that showed your white teeth, snapped your fingers and gestured for him to come closer.

However, he sent one of his employees to which you quickly denied —No, you —You pointed the finger at him specifically and he had no choice but to obey you.

Maybe the alcohol was taking its toll on your system but this time you were feeling bolder than usual, just to be sure, you took one last big sip from your glass as he stopped next to you.

—¿Do you need anything? —he asked cautiously.

That deep voice and the scent of him perfume made you sigh and squeeze your legs together.

Yeah... you'd definitely had enough alcohol for tonight.

—I'm bored, ¿can you make this night more entertaining for me?

From the way you looked at him and the pout on your lips, In-ho immediately knew what you meant, but he decided to play with fire a little, nothing in this life is easy.

—¡Uh!... It seems our dear badger wants some honey —said the man with the lion mask using a playful and funny tone.

You ignored him, you were now too focused on getting what you wanted to get angry over a few rude words.

—I apologize if this bores you, but I'm in no position to entertain, I just maintain order and make sure the guests are happy.

From your posture he could tell that you didn't like that answer but he also knew that you wouldn't give up.

—I'm a guest and I'm not happy —You faked a smile—I'd be happy if you sat down with me, believe me, I'll make sure you don't get into trouble.

The silence in the room lasted a few seconds, In-ho felt the gaze of the other guests on you but that didn't stop him from continuing to challenge you.

—I repeat, the entertainment is not my responsibility, but if you agree, I will look for way to... satisfy you.

Front man walked to his podium and made some motions for someone to take charge while he took care of you.

After a few minutes he turned to you and extended his hand with chivalry and elegance.

—¿Would you like to accompany me to a more private place?

You smiled under the mask and took him gloved hand as you stood up.

—Gentlemen, I say goodbye for tonight, you guys keep enjoying the trivial spectacle.

You said calmly, despite the exotic environment you were in you still maintained your education and manners.

—¡Have fun! —the man in the buffalo mask exclaimed, followed by a loud laugh.

"They are idiots" you thought, letting yourself be guided by the handsome masked man.

You two took a few more steps until you reached a somewhat colorful room with a huge sofa in the center.

—After you —he said softly, giving a small bow and leaving a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

You could only feel the cold material his mask was made of but you kept quiet, the simple act made your heart warm, it was ironic how you called him just for some fun but this man could make you shiver with a couple of non-sexual actions, it was just him.

Once you walked in and looked around at the bright colors you heard him close and lock the door, then you felt his presence behind you.

He very delicately placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled down your golden robe a little, revealing the bare skin of your neck, collarbone and shoulders.

In-ho paid attention to your breathing, that way he would know if he was doing it right or not, he took off one of his gloves to allow you to feel his skin touch you.

—¿Can you take off your mask? —You murmured curiously.

—I'm afraid that would be impossible, our identities are protected for security reasons.

You sighed and turned on your heels to stand in front of him, not allowing him to say or do anything you placed your own hands on golden mask and removed it revealing your face.

Once you dropped the mask to the ground In-ho remained silent, observing your features.

You were younger than he had thought, your eyes looked at him with desire but at the same time confidence and longed for affection, ¿how bad did your life have to be to look for affection in a stranger with a mask?

When you put your hands on his covered face and tried to remove the mask, he stopped you and walked away from you to the couch and grab a black cloth bandage.

—If you want me to take off the mask, you'll have to cover your eyes.

It wasn't a fair deal but you accepted it just because you were starting to get wet just from him attitude.

[...]

The soft sound of your breathing as he kissed the skin of your neck was the only thing that could be heard in the room, In-ho was sitting on the couch without his top clothes on, his lips leaving a trail of wet marks on your neck and his hands resting on your hip.

You felt so vulnerable and surrendered to him as you straddled him lap, naked and blindfolded.

You were used to having control over everything, giving orders and other things but this feeling of knowing that someone else could have control over you, could move you or manipulate you was new, it was exciting.

You let out a gasp as you felt the leader's fingers move closer to your core, teasing you a little.

—You're very anxious, ¿how long have you been waiting for this?

The mockery in his words made you shudder, you moved your hips against him searching for friction but he held you firmly with his other hand.

—Don't move —He whispered in your ear —You asked me to entertain you and that's what I'm going to do.

Seeing your red cheeks and your half-open mouth made In-ho feel his pants tighter than usual, yet he remained calm and continued playing with your center, enjoying the lewd sounds you gave him.

Their lips met in a hungry kiss and you finally had the chance to move your hands a little, which went from being on him chest to descending towards the belt of him pants.

With a few deft movements you got rid of him belt and pulled down his pants with a little effort.

He moaned lowly as he felt your hand caress him, if you could see him you would have seen the lust in his dark eyes and dilated pupils.

—I need you, now —You almost begged, it was pathetic how you begged for more from this man whose face you hadn't even seen.

—Ask me to give you what you want.

He still wanted to continue playing with you a little but he was also as eager as you so as soon as you said "Please" he lifted you up a little and positioned you so he could enter you without any effort because of how wet you were.

In-ho closed his eyes and a soft growl escaped his lips as he guided your movements on him, he would have loved to look into your eyes as you rode him like this but his identity was above that, or at least for now.

Besides, a certain part of him was also excited to be a secret from you.

With his free hand he grabbed your hair, made a small knot and tilted your head back to have access to your neck once again, while you increased the pace of your jumps he was in charge of leaving red marks on your skin.

When he felt you tense up he made you stop and without letting you go he turned you both around so that you ended up on the couch, this time he on top of you.

He began to thrust into you, at first it was slow, letting you feel every inch of him and then he was a little rougher, slowly increasing the speed and strength, your screams of pleasure were music to his ears, your nails scratching his back was another of his favorite sensations.

He placed your legs on his shoulders forcing you to take him completely which made you arch back and moan even louder.

—You are such a beautiful mess... —Lust and desire dripped from his words, he wasn't lying, having you like this under him and causing your screams was almost enough to make him finish inside you but he refrained from doing so, he wanted to keep taking you —You will be completely mine for this night.

He put one of his hands on your neck and squeezed lightly, cutting off your air flow and causing you to moan muffledly. The speed of his thrusts slowed down a little only to pick it up again and after a few seconds you reached your climax.

—¡Oh fuck! —You screamed as soon as you finished and your legs shook, however a soft squeal left your lips when you felt him hot sperm fill you.

It felt so good, this was definitely better than those crappy, boring games.

In-ho was breathing heavily and his face was completely red but he still didn't want to let you go, he had already tasted you and now he wanted more.

They both wanted to continue.

So you didn't refuse when he pulled out of you and made you get off the couch just to kneel in front of him.

—I have never knelt before any man —You said confidently and with an arrogant smile on the side.

—There's always a first time —He wrapped his hand in your hair and settled back with his legs spread on the couch —Now open that pretty little mouth.

You obeyed him without objection and when he could feel your warm mouth around his member it made him throw his head back with a moan.

It would be a long and entertaining night.

Now you can make sure you don't miss any year of these games and he'll be more than happy to give you that pleasure you longed for.

[adultbabystories]

"I’m gonna give my boy the Christmas morning he deserves!” your daddy told himself before the holidays.

He planned every minute of it. It’s been months since he began your forced regression, or as he called it, regressive therapy. Daddy worked hard to get you comfortable with your new baby clothes, baby soothers, toys, and most importantly, your diapers.

Last year, when you guys first started dating, before the regressive therapy began, he wished for a baby boy. You wanted to please him and to be polite, you wished for him a baby boy as well. How could you know that a year later, his baby boy was going to be you?

Almost a year had passed and your journey had been bumpy. From willing, to resisting, to obeying, then crying, and finally accepting, you took your place as the baby of the house, seeing him as a dominant figure, but not as a fatherly one. You knew it was his dream, not only breaking you physically but also mentally. He wanted you to be completely dependent on him. Not only for your physical needs but also for your emotional needs.

Daddy got the house all decorative with the Christmas spirit. A tree, decorations, even stockings! On Christmas Eve, you had dinner, just the two of you.  Your bib got all the mess away from your festive baby clothes. You had a good time, but still, you wanted a grown-up holiday.

He got you to your nursery, changed your diaper into a thick night one, and dressed you in a warm blue onesie. He guided your diapered butt into your crib and laid you down, putting a pacifier in your mouth.

“I promise you the best Christmas morning little fella, Daddy promises,” he said, kissing your cheek, and got the crib’s rails up.

With the mobile above you playing, you fell asleep, sucking your paci.

“OH OH OH!” someone was shouting, waking you up.

“OH OH OH! I’VE HEARD THERE’S A BOY WHO HAS BEEN GOOD THIS YEAR” the shouting continued. 

The crib rails were down. If they were down, you knew Daddy had done it, and it was okay for you to get out.

You hopped down from the crib and walked to the living room. You felt like you wet your diaper at night. It was a rare thing, but it happened from time to time. You turned to the living room, Christmas music was playing in the background and a new giant tree was standing in the middle of the living room. It was so festive and beautiful. Daddy was standing beside it. He was a heavy guy. He lifts weights but also loves to lift plates. His belly went through a pants braces. He wore red fleece pants and a Christmas hat. Covering his face was a fake wight beard. He looked like a fun mature Santa!

“Do you remember what you told me on our first Christmas?” he asked.

“No” you answered, secretly knowing what he meant.

“I remember, that you told me, that as a little kid, you always wanted a big, festive Christmas, with a giant tree and presents underneath it. You told me, that you always wanted to sit on Stanta’s lap and ask for a new toy. You wished for the Christmas of your dreams, and now my little guy, you can have it”, Daddy said, with a hopeful spark in his eyes, “Do you like it?”

You stood there and felt so emotional. This man, your new Daddy, worked so hard to make your dreams come true. Your body had weakened, and you wet your diaper without realizing it. Not only your body had weakened, but your emotional and mental state as well.

For the first time ever, you took your thumb, and put it in your mouth, starting to suck on it. It felt right, it felt good, it felt like home, it felt like something you wanted to do.

Daddy looked at you. At your blue fleece onesie, at your puffy wet diaper, and your fist stuck into your mouth. He gave you your dream, and you finally gave him his.

“Marry Christmas, my boy,” he said, “now come and sit on Santa’s lap”.

-------------------------------------- Teddy Boi is having one magical Christmas! Check him out on Twitter (@)Teddyboi99.

[multific]

Quiet Comfort

Emperor Geta x Reader

Summary: After a long day, your husband returns to your arms. 

You watched the shadows dance on the walls of your chambers, the fire crackling softly as you got more and more sleepy. 

The room filled with the faint aroma of jasmine from the garden beyond your window. 

You had spent the evening waiting, knowing it would be late when Geta finally returned. 

But you were determined to wait for your husband.

He had spent the entire day in council, discussing matters of the empire with senators and advisors, it was a rather exhausting affair that always left him drained. Given how his brother's illness didn't allow him to even properly think at times. Which meant all of the pressure and responsibility shifted.

All eyes were on Geta.

At last, the heavy door creaked open, and Geta stepped inside. 

His golden dress gleamed in the firelight, and his expression was one of weariness. 

Yet when his eyes found yours, a flicker of relief softened his features along with a smile.

“Long day?” you asked gently, rising from your seat. You already knew the answer.

He gave a tired nod and closed the door behind him. 

“Too long,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You crossed the room to meet him, placing a hand on his arm. “Come, sit by the fire. You need to rest.” you spent the day attending to your duties as Empress. But now, you had to be a wife.

For a moment, he didn’t move his mind was filled he feared it might spill. Then, he allowed you to lead him to the cushioned bench by the hearth. He sat down heavily, the weight of the day still evident in his posture.

“Did the council reach a decision?” you asked, pouring him a cup of wine.

He accepted the cup with a sigh and took a long sip. 

“Barely. They argue over everything, even matters as simple as grain distribution. Sometimes, I wonder if they enjoy the sound of their own voices more than finding solutions.”

"And your brother?" you asked rather fearfully.

But as Geta looked at you, his eyes said it all. 

"Not a good day for him, unfortunately. But the senators drained me too much, I wanted to kill all of them."

You smiled softly, taking a seat beside him. 

“You always manage to keep your composure, though. That’s what makes you a good leader.”

He took another sip of the wine before setting the cup down. 

“Only because I have you to return to,” he said quietly. “You… ground me. Remind me of what truly matters.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you reached out to brush a strand of hair from his face. 

“And you remind me of the strength it takes to lead. I may not sit on council, but I see how much you care for your people.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned into your touch. 

“I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Luckily, you don’t have to find out,” you teased him with a smile.

Geta chuckled softly with a nod. 

He shifted, laying down on the bench and resting his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the tension slowly leave his body. For a while, neither of you spoke, happy to simply be in each other’s presence.

As the fire crackled and the night continued, Geta closed his eyes, his breathing growing slow and steady as he fell asleep. 

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Rest now, My Love,” you whispered. “Tomorrow will be easier.”

And in that quiet moment, with the empire’s burdens left outside the door, all that was left was the love you shared.

And it was more than enough.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[dungeoncrawlingwithoutprotection]

Laying in bed, you couldn't help shaking harshly. You knew that moving out into the countryside would have a high probability of having more... dangerous neighbors.

But the howls reverberated through your entire house, sounding as if they had you surrounded. Yet you tried desperately to convince yourself to relax.

Just go back to sleep. You weren't really in danger right now.

But you couldn't. There was no way to calm down with how many things were around your house. You had no way to know what was around you, very likely a lycanthrope of some sort but you had no idea what kind.

The only lycanthrope you'd ever even met was a shy were-lynx in the city you'd just left. So you couldn't be so sure what sort of noises each one actually made. Though they certainly sounded like wolves or huskies.

Yet, you couldn't sleep without some sort of knowledge. So on shaking legs, you wobbled to the nearest window.

Squinting out into the navy blue, black night, your nerves only worsened. Everything seemed to blend together in the worst ways possible until you reached the skyline. Yet the howling didn't stop. You scanned the area as best you could, but nothing stood out against the background. Until something very clearly stood up.

You could see large ears twitching in your direction, an awkward shadow rising up on its hindlegs. But your nerves couldn't take it.

Nearly tearing down your curtains in your haste to close them. Tripping over your own feet to hide under your covers; shaking far more violently.

Not helping your nerves was the sight of massive shadows sliding across your floor. Every little breath felt like your last, especially as you weren't able to stop shaking. You were sure that whatever was out there, it would find you and it would kill you.

Or so you thought.

Unsure as to how you fell asleep, you woke up curled up in your blankets. Too hot, too cramped, and just plain uncomfortable as you stood up. Each and every joint popped as your mind revved up again, shaking your head as the thoughts of last night flashed and faded. It was so silly to think you were in danger now that the sun was up.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Pulling a large, fluffy bathrobe over your tank top and shorts, you walked as calmly as you could to answer the front door. You were not expecting half a dozen handsome men standing on your lawn; one of whom was standing in your doorway, easily capable of leaning against your door with his arm slightly over it.

You really wished you'd grabbed something less revealing...

"Uh... can, can I help you?" You meant to sound more confident but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

He grinned at you almost devilishly, "Yeah, so this is your place isn't it?"

"Y-Yes. Yes it is. Why?"

"Just checking." He winked... or at least you thought he did, "Noticed you peeking out your window last night during our hunt. Wanted to make sure you weren't too scared by us hunting so close by."

"Oh! That, that was you guys?" You really felt foolish about your fear response, "I.. I uh just heard howling and I... well I only just moved here a week ago so I'm not quite used to things out here."

"That so?" He leaned in a little, "Well, its only neighborly to offer you an apology and a welcome to the area then."

Wilting under the flirty wink, you couldn't form a single coherent word. But that didn't stop the man standing on your porch from returning to his buddies, many of whom you were only just now realizing were shirtless and flexing. The color rising on your face would have been concerning if it wasn't for the smirks they shot at you, snickering as they moved to grab something out of the pick-up truck parked in your yard.

Even as they half marched a large cooler up to you, there was a strange air about the situation. It didn't take long for them to cross the threshold, analyzing the layout of your home quickly and finding the kitchen before you could think to point or raise your voice. And the way they talked, you were more than a little flattered.

"Huh, that's an interesting color choice." "Can't believe she has one of those!" "Really suits her though, don't ya think?" "Think she'll_" "Shhh!"

It took you a few seconds to notice how tall they were. Not a single one could have been shorter than 6 foot, and all of them were muscular.

"Welp." The first one you'd met clapped his hands together, "Just let us know if you need any kind of work done around the house, neighbor."

Your heart really couldn't handle the wink as he lead the other five out of your house. Each one had their own, remote goodbye; winking, waving, and you would have sworn one blew you a kiss...

Maybe you were still dreaming...

[clarkeybabey]

❝ i need you to fill the void ❞

# summary; someone spoils your secret

# playlist; void, the neighbourhood, nothing's gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex.

# word count; 1.2k

# note; freya, faith, and talia cameo, I didn't proofread and I hate this oops.

Have a wedding they said, it'll be fun they said. You can't name a time when you've been this stressed out and anxious in all your years of living. To make it even worse, the one person who could help you breathe through all of this wasn't going to able to see you for another three and a half hours.

Last night, for the sake of tradition, you slept without George for the first time in more than a year. He texted you about a thousand times after you finally fell asleep about how he couldn't wait to be tied to you for the rest of your lives, which meant you woke up in the best of moods despite the lack of his presence.

Keeping everything a secret wasn't hard, since everyone had done it before for Simon and Talia. Unfortunately, some people you thought you could trust with an invitation weren't the most reliable. Your friends were sat off to the side some snapping pictures of you and themselves, others scrolling social media. Freya gasps, she's unable to control the way her lips purse, and brows crease as she turns the volume of her phone down as quick as possible.

You're sat in a chair, your makeup artist hard at work. "Something wrong?" In the blink of an eye, the girls are all standing around Freya, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Talia chews at her bottom lip before speaking, "Y/N, sweetheart, I'm gonna show you something, but I want you to try not to freak out."

You swear you feel your throat begin to close at the slight waver in her voice, now it's your turn for your brows to knit together, "I'll try," you mumble, absentmindedly picking at your manicure.

She makes her way to you as slow as ever with Freya in tow with her phone, which she hands off to you after turning the volume back up, swiping up and back to the video to restart it. You recognize the username as a girl George had introduced you to a few months ago at the sidemen's anniversary party, you don't recall sending her an invitation...

The video begins with a screech from her, "Hi, guys! This get-ready with me is extra special, this time my friend George is getting married," you feel your stomach drop, cheeks warming as she talks about only being a plus one to someone whose name goes in one ear and straight out the other.

"This better be a fuckin' joke," bile begins to rise in your throat and tears threaten to melt away every bit of the 45 minutes spent on your nearly Pinterest-perfect makeup. When you click on the comments you notice there are some from mere seconds ago and steadily continue to pour in, you shake your head hoping someone will pinch you and wake you from this atrocious nightmare, "God, I really wish this was a joke," you whisper, your bottom lip trembling uncontrollably.

You look up at the girls around you as you slowly start to crumble under the weight of it all. Faith is typing away furiously, jamming her fingers against her phone screen, you hand Freya her phone back, wordlessly reaching for your own that was laying screen down on the vanity.

When the screen comes to life you see messages, notifications from dms, posts, and tweets you've been tagged in. Nothing really catches your eye aside from two missed calls from George and a few texts just under them.

my fiance 😝😈: call me when you see this please, darling

And you did exactly that. He answers on the first ring, his soft, accented voice filling your ear ripping another sob from your throat, "Y'alright, love?" He asks knowing the answer, hoping to god you weren't on tiktok to see what he'd seen a few minutes ago, but as you cry into the speaker he understands you have.

You shake your head, before remembering that he can't see your actions, "No," you croak, making him sigh and shake his head. This is your day and somehow someone's managed to ruin it for you.

To be completely honest, George couldn't care less about everything being secret, but all you wanted through the whole planning process was privacy, no huge party after the ceremony, nothing.

You didn't want to post anything until you were boarding the plane for your well-deserved nearly three-week honeymoon. And your fiance was more than happy to oblige.

"Can you come here? Please, I couldn't give two fucks about tradition, we're fuckin' tiktokers for god's sake." you pause a second until you hear shuffling on his end, followed by a snort. "I'm already outside, baby," you hear the smile in his voice, you keep your phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.

When the door swings open, he's standing there looking so damn good in the suit you picked out together so many months ago and it makes you cry even harder, knowing how much of a snotty mess you probably look now all because everything not going the way you imagined.

He wraps you into his arms before you're able to say anything, breathing you in. "You look beautiful," he steps back from you keeping a comforting hand on your hip as he looks you up in down, "this satin?" He asks pinching at the material of your dressing gown, to which you simply nod, your throat still feeling tight.

Of course, he notices how much everything's eating you alive, "I handled it, sweetheart. I figured out who invited her, they know we don't think its a good idea for her to come," he gives you a reassuring squeeze, watching your face closely for any change of expression.

You pursed your lips taking a deep breath through your nose, "Thank you, I missed you so much," he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, instead of responding immediately, he chose to envelope you into his arms. Your ear is pressed against his chest so close you can hear his heart thumping against his ribcage, "Missed you more, could hardly sleep without you."

This time when he pulls away, his hands cup your face, and his lips meet yours in what you swear is the best kiss you've ever had, he doesn't keep you like that for as long as you'd like, leaving you chasing after the feeling. He rests his forehead against yours and his hand slips from your cheek to your neck where he feels your pulse quicken.

He breathes you in, this time stepping back for real knowing the girls are waiting for you, "Now go get in the dress I've been hearing about for months, wanna hurry up and make you mine for life."

You smile, the first real one you've worn since reading his messages this morning, "So impatient," you mutter and he shakes his head, swatting at your bum, "I can show you impatient," he quirks a brow, his voice is laced with suggestiveness that's unmistakable

"Later," he raises his hands in surrender as you turn back to the door that's ajar, his hand catches your wrist, turning you around quicker than you could let a gasp escape you. His lips find yours once more and you exhale out of your nose, relaxing against him as he smiles against your mouth. "Now you're free to go," your fingers dance along your now tingling lips, as you watch him disappear down the hallway,

When you return to the girls you almost have forgotten the original situation at hand aside from the fact that maybe every little thing about him is the best.

[baigepueckers]

Paige Bueckers X Reader

#1 Pick

You’d seen Paige in a thousand different ways…on late night FaceTimes with a hoodie half over her face, sweaty and smiling after a win, asleep on your chest after hours of studying.. but nothing compared to how she looked tonight.

Stunning didn’t even cut it.

Her black LV suit hugged her tall frame perfectly, sharp and clean, like it had been made just for her. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back, a touch of glitter on her eyelids catching the light with every blink. But it wasn’t just the outfit or the makeup.

It was the fire in her eyes.

The quiet, unstoppable kind of determination that only Paige Bueckers could carry with so much grace.

And you were holding her hand.

You squeezed her fingers again, this time just to ground yourself in the moment, and Paige turned to look at you with that familiar, all-consuming gaze that made the rest of the world fall away.

“You okay?” she asked, voice soft, almost drowned out by the buzz of the room.

“I think I’m more nervous than you” you confessed with a breathy laugh.

Paige’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, her touch slow and steady.

“You’ve been with me through everything. I want you next to me for this” she whispered, like a secret between the two of you. “I need you.”

Your throat tightened. God, you didn’t want to cry yet…not before her name was even called. But Paige had this way of getting past every wall you’d ever built. She could unravel you with five words and a look.

Before you could answer, the lights shifted. The crowd hushed.

You knew what that meant.

A breath hitched in your throat as the WNBA commissioner walked toward the podium, holding a small card in her hands like it weighed a thousand pounds.

You looked at Paige. She didn’t blink.

“With the number one pick in the 2025 WNBA Draft…”

The world slowed down.

“…the Dallas Wings select…”

Your heart was pounding so hard, you were sure everyone could hear it.

“…Paige Bueckers, University of Connecticut.”

The crowd erupted.

You shot to your feet as Paige’s name rang through the arena, as people jumped up and clapped and screamed…but all you could focus on was her.

The way her mouth fell open, like she still couldn’t believe it. The way her eyes filled instantly, hand flying up to cover her face.

And then she turned to you.

Before the cameras, before the hat, before the stage…she turned to you.

You barely had time to breathe before she wrapped her arms around you, clutching you like the moment might slip away.

“We did it,” she whispered shakily, burying her face into your neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” you choked out. “You’ve worked so damn hard for this, P. No one deserves it more than you.”

Her shoulders trembled, and you knew she was crying even if she wouldn’t admit it.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” she murmured, and pulled back just enough to cup your face.

The kiss she gave you wasn’t rushed or nervous. It was firm, full of love, right in the middle of it all…like she didn’t care who saw, who judged, who took pictures.

For a moment, it was just the two of you.

Then the handlers were ushering her toward the stage, putting the Dallas Wings cap in her hands. She gave you one last look before walking up, and your chest swelled with pride so strong it hurt.

As she stood behind the podium, flashing a brave smile and posing for cameras, you could still see the way her hands trembled slightly. But her eyes? They were steel. She was ready. Finally.

After she finished interviews and photos, Paige found her way back to you.

She didn’t even hesitate. She slipped her arm around your waist, tucking you into her side like she’d missed you the whole ten minutes you were apart.

“How does it feel?” you asked, tilting your head up at her.

She looked down at you with so much love it made your knees weak.

“Like I’ve been dreaming this my whole life,” she said. “But the best part isn’t getting drafted. It’s looking out into the crowd and seeing you.”

You smiled, your hand slipping under her jacket, fingertips brushing her back.

“I’m with you through all of it, Bueckers. You’re stuck with me.”

She leaned in, forehead to yours.

“I hope so,” she whispered. “Because the only thing better than hearing my name tonight… was seeing your face when they called it.”

And in that crowded arena, surrounded by flashing lights, applause, and press…

You felt like the only two people in the world.