#my love why are you doing your hair in a kitchen

[loverslodge]

my bidder

summery: your parents have treated you like a show piece which Bucky hated. but what crossed the limit was when your parents hold you up for an auction without telling you.

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x sub!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT, some plot but mostly smut, auctioning off a person, loss of virginity, panic attack mention, isolation mentioned, age gap (bucky is in his late 30s and reader is late 20s), use of nicknames (princess and baby), dom!bucky but no BDSM (because i don't know how to write it)

A/N: i love me some dad's best friend and especially Bucky. and seeing him in suit in thunderbolts is sending shivers down my spine.

James Buchanan Barnes was a bad man.

At least that's what he thought every time he saw you.

You were all he could think about every time your father was present in the room. Mostly because your father won't stop talking about you.

Your father had a tendency to show you off for his benefit and it irked Bucky greatly. You weren't something to be put in a glass jar but your father did just that. Your mom was no less. She too supported her husband on every decision he made about you and your life.

Bucky had seen you become trapped in your room because everything got too overwhelming. You had turned from a shy kid to a wallflower. That made Bucky overly protective of you. Every time your parents paraded you and your achievements around, Bucky would always cling on to you, trying to comfort you from a distance.

It was just another big party in the y/l/n household. You were forced to dress in white satin gown and were adorned with pearls. They had made you look like a virgin doll. They had their reasons for that, of course, but they hadn't told you anything about it. It's not like this was the first time you were being pushed into the unknown.

The room started to fill up and you started to notice that the room was filled with male guests. Occasional female guests but they all looked like escorts.

You shuddered with a bad feeling and slowly stepped in the shadows. A small yelp left your lips as you crashed into someone. Before you could scramble up and leave, you felt a metal hand steady your very open back.

“Bucky?”

“Hey, princess. You hiding again?” He chuckled at your jumpiness when someone walked too close. He pulled you closer. This was wrong. So wrong but you felt so right in his arms.

“Something doesn't feel right about tonight. I'm way too dressed up for this.” You always felt comfortable in Bucky’s arms but you never said anything. Why? Because you weren't allowed to think or say anything on your own.

Bucky was looking gorgeous in his black tux. His hair was slicked back and he smelled devine. His eyes held the same softness you had become used to over the few years. But you shouldn't think about this. It was wrong. He was your father’s best friend. You shouldn't let your mind take his kindness as something more.

“You look beautiful, princess.”

That nickname. He gave that to you when you met him the first day. You were dressed in your pink pjs and your hair was tied in a loose braid. You were about to go to bed but went down to the kitchen to get some water.

He was nursing a drink when you came across him. He figured you were the daughter and you knew he was the new friend your father had made. He got up from his seat and walked closer to you to introduce himself. He looked so much larger than you. To him you looked adorable and innocent, but locked up in a house. Since that day, he had been calling you ‘princess’ because your cheeks always tinted pink when he did.

“You look beautiful too, Bucky.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear you.

“Why do you look more panicked than usual, princess? Did someone say something to you?” He brought his flesh hand and stroked your back gently to calm you.

“No. That's the thing. Nobody is telling me anything. I don't know what today is about. And there are so many male guests. It's making me uncomfortable.”

“Wait, so you have absolutely no idea how today’s fundraiser is going to go?” Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched in concern. Something was definitely not right now.

You shook your head and looked at Bucky to give you answers. Your innocent eyes were calling to him but before he could tell you what's going on, your mother’s voice rang on the mic and your name was called.

Bucky reluctantly saw you walk away and you kept on glancing back at him. His eyes were filled with worry and you knew something wrong was going to happen.

Bucky sat down at his table near the stage where the auction was about to begin. He thought about why you weren't told about this but he wanted his thoughts to be proven wrong. Surely your parents weren't that power hungry.

All the women you had noticed were called on stage one by one and were being auctioned off. Your heart racing off the charts and you kept on glancing at Bucky from behind the curtains. He hadn't put in a price at any of them. You were relieved by that but terrified about you being put beside all these women.

Soon all the women in front of you were auctioned off.

“And now, a very special someone. She carries all of my pride with her.” Your father began your introduction and you smoothened your dress, trying to look brave.

Bucky felt like he was staring at the devil. How could your own father auction you off to all these sleazy men out here? His biggest fear of tonight was coming to light. He had been meaning to save you from this prison for a while and your father had just given him the reason to drag you away, even if it cost him a few hundred thousand bucks.

“Please welcome my daughter, Y/N! Her bidding starts at…”

You were now standing in front of all these… eyes. You felt cheap. You felt like a whore. Your parents had officially become vultures to you. Tears were streaming down your face as you stood on the stage. Nobody cared about that.

Because the spotlight was on you, you couldn't see who was bidding on you. But as the numbers went higher, the cheaper you felt. Till everything came to a standstill and you saw someone walk up to the stage.

“Come on, baby. Let's get going.” Bucky’s voice tore through the hooting and booing of the crowd.

You gasped in shock but you walked to him anyway. At least he made you feel safer. He wrapped one hand around your waist and the other around your legs and lifted you like a sack on his shoulder.

You refused to meet your parents’ eyes as you were carried out of the room where another round of hooting erupted.

Bucky walked straight to your room, not bothering to stop anywhere else. When you both reached the door to your room, he slowly lowered you down. You were a crying mess but at least now you were safe.

“Come on, princess. Let's go in.” Bucky nudged your back a little.

“B-b-but that's my room.” You cowered.

“Princess, listen. If you open your door and invite me in, only then will I step into your safe space. Also, I cannot talk about anything out here. There are ears everywhere.” He caressed your hair to calm you down. He brought out his handkerchief and cleaned your face a little to make you feel more calm.

You nodded and opened the door to your room and stepped in with Bucky in tow. As soon as you stepped in the room, he closed the door shut. You panicked. Was he going to do something? This is not how you pictured to spend time with the man you had fallen in love with.

“Princess, don't worry. I didn't close, just shut the door for a little privacy. Now, pack your bags. I'm taking you home with me.”

“Wh-what?”

You were shocked by his revelation. Anywhere would be better than here with your parents but you were not ready, were you? You really were a princess and anywhere else felt… scary.

“I'm not letting you stay here a minute longer. Showing off your achievements was different but auctioning you off is fucked up.” Bucky dragged out your big suitcase and started stuffing all your comfy clothes in it.

“Bucky, wait, stop! What are you doing?” You hold his hand and pull him to face you.

“I am getting you out of here. Did you know what was going on down there? Teh auction? It wasn't just for the money. Those were… i cant believe your father… he was selling you off to the highest bidder. You would have been ruined by now! You weren't going to be returned if someone else had taken you!”

Bucky closed your suitcase after emptying more than half of your room. He was frustrated. He ran his hand on his hair and started dragging your suitcase out of the room.

“Wait, Bucky! We can’t- you can't just take me with you! That's- you're my father’s best friend.”

“I can.” He holds your jaw in his hand, softly but with authority. “I paid for you, princess. This is my one and only way of saving you from all of this.”

“Why do you want to save me, Bucky?” Your voice faltered. Your face was very close to his.

“Because, my dear Princess, you belong to me now. I've had my sights on you for a really long time and now I get to have you the way I want.” Bucky pecked your lips and held your hand to pull you to his car that was parked right outside the door.

………………………..

You stepped in the Barnes Manor and looked at the grandeur of everything around you. You didn't expect Bucky to be so… materialistic.

“Not everything is mine. My ex wife was way too much into these things. Been trying to get rid of things but i don't know how or where to start.” Bucky looked at you as if he could read your thoughts.

He asked you to follow him and he took you to an empty room. It looked like an empty canvas. Bucky’s men dropped off your bags in the room and left, closing the door behind them.

“Umm… Bucky… How will you have me?” Your whispered voice bounced against the room walls, making Bucky take a sharp turn at you.

“What?” He was flabbergasted.

“Well, you, uh, paid for me. So, you get to have me, right? That's what the auction was about?” You were fidgeting, looking down at your shoes.

“Is that what you think?” Bucky walked closer to you. “That I brought you here to have my way with you?” Bucky cupped your face and made you look up. “Princess, I brought you here because I am not letting someone else have you, not because I want you.”

“So… you don't want me?” Seeing him this close was bringing back those burning desires you have always felt for him.

Seeing your pout and hearing your question, stirred the buried desire in Bucky back to life. If he could, he would've taken you right there in your bedroom but he held on to the one thread of decency.

“Don't say it like that, princess.” There was barely any space between yours and his lips. “I want you so bad, baby, but it's wrong. You're my best friend’s daughter.”

Your eyes fall on his lips, refusing to waver. “You're right. This is very wrong.” You curled your fist around his blazer pulling him slightly closer.

“Princess…” Bucky warned you.

“Yes, sir?” The designation just slipped out.

Bucky lost all his control. He grabbed your face and crashed his lips on yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth as you moaned in the kiss. Your hand snaked around his neck and forced his face closer to yours. You bit his lower lip that made him groan.

He walked forward without breaking the kiss till you both hit the edge of the bed. He pushed you on the bed gently and hovered over you, taking your lips back on his. He kept on pushing you back till you were in the middle of the bed, all tangled up in him.

His lips moved on every inch of your face, kissing and then moved down to your neck, making you moan louder. He nipped at your skin and kissed down your valley before moving back up to your lips.

“Please, sir.” You were begging so prettily. With perfectly swollen lips and dazed eyes, you looked every way ready to be fucked.

“Princess, are you sure? This is your first time.” Bucky caressed your cheeks.

“Yes, sir. Have me. I'm ready. Please fuck me. Please.” You fumbled with Bucky’s shirt buttons.

“Ok ok.” Bucky chuckled, looking at your impatience. “We've got to get you out of that beautiful dress first and then we will remove my suit, okay? And then if you still feel ready, i will fuck you.”

You scrambled up to your feet and tried to find the zipper of the dress to take it off, without trying to tear it. You pouted at Bucky who was looking at your struggle with an amused face.

“Alright. Let me help you. You'll be patient, yes?”

You nodded enthusiastically and stood still like the good girl you want to be for him. He moved you around and zipped down your dress and gently, it fell down at your foot, leaving you exposed. All you were wearing was white underwear since there was no way you could've been able to wear a bra in that dress.

“Wow, princess, you are even more gorgeous than I had imagined.” Bucky gently cupped your boobs and thumbs your nipples, making you push yourself on to him.

“You, you imagined me?” You look at him with wide eyes. You had never expected the man of your dreams doing the same thing you've been doing.

“Of course, baby. Why do you think it was so easy for you to let me kiss you?” Bucky started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, he was standing in front of you, very, very naked.

You had wanted to cover yourself up but you were so distracted by him, his hands and then his large cock that until he held your hand and guided you back to bed, you were unaware about everything else.

“So, one last time, do you want to go to sleep or do you still want to continue?”

Bucky was ready to pull on the comforter and go to sleep naked beside you. He could relieve himself in the bathroom. He didn't want to put any pressure on you.

“Please, sir. Fuck me.”

Bucky wasted no time in tearing away your underwear and situating himself in between your legs.

“Now, I'm going to have to open you up for me. You still have a chance to say no. After I'm done using my fingers on you, if you feel you've had enough, tell me and we stop.”

Bucky was impatient to have you around his cock but he wasn't going to make you feel like you had to. He actually thought he didn't need to prepare you for seeing how wet and dripping you were for him. But he wanted your first time to be easy, as easy as he could make it for you.

“Pay attention to this, princess. I will go easy but we will use safewords. We will use traffic signals. Green is for good, yellow is to pause or slow down and red is to stop completely. Tell me, which are the safewords? I want to hear them from you.”

“Green is for good, yellow is for pause and red is for stop.” You repeated like a diligent student.

“My good girl. Now, I will be inserting my fingers in you. If you feel uncomfortable, use the safewords. Do you understand?” Bucky started stroking your petals with his fingers, very slowly.

Your breath hitched and you nodded eagerly, excited to see and feel what Bucky would do to you. But he stopped stroking and looked with disapproval. “Use your words, princess. Do you understand?”

“Yes I understand, sir. Please don't stop.” Your breathy reply gave Bucky the satisfaction and he started stroking your petals again, spreading the wetness all around.

Bucky decided not to make you beg so much and very slowly inserted his first metal finger in. you whimpered and gasped at the new intrusion. You cover your mouth with your hands and turn your face, trying to subside the noises coming out from you.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. So fucking beautful and tight, writhing under me. I haven't even put my cock in yet.”

Bucky was able slide his second finger just as easily because of how turned on you were. He increased his pace and you mewled under him. He tsked at you trying to hide your voices and so he brought his other hand over to your clit and rubbed it, making you move your hands from your mouth to grip the sheet under you.

“I knew I could get you to remove your hands. You sound so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Oh god! I'm gonna- Bucky! Please, sir. I'm going to-” You were struggling to get the words out without moaning in between.

“Cum for me, princess. Drench my fingers.”

And you did just that. His ministrations led to your cum spurting out on his metal hand that kept on moving in and out of you, making you ride your orgasm. When you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean, making you wetter than you already were. A small moan escaped your lips, seeing him enjoying your juice.

“You like seeing me enjoy your juice, don't you?” Bucky chuckled at your squirming reaction. He was still sitting between your legs, you being completely exposed to him.

You nodded with blush heavily creeping on your face.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. Your hands rested on his biceps as he sat back up. “What's your color, princess?”

“It's green, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, do you want my cock in you?”

“Yes sir.” Bucky pulled out a condom from the drawer beside the bed and put on the rubber. You looked intently at his actions, learning how to do it when next time you get to have Bucky.

Bucky pecked you on the lips again and aligned himself against your folds. You gasped at the new sensation. Bucky faltered a little. He was about to pull away but you held onto his bicep tighter and pulled him back.

“It's green, sir. I will tell you if I want to stop. So please don't stop. I want you so bad.”

“You beg so pretty, princess. How can I say no to you?”

Bucky pushed his cock furthur in you and just as he was completely in you, your back arched, letting out a lazy moan and a hiss from your throat. Bucky groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

“Fuck, princess. You're strangling me.”

You mewled as he began to move. In and out. The motion was simple but the feeling building inside of you wasn't.

“Been wanting you for so long, sir.” A strangled cry from your mouth cut you off as he pushed himself deeper. “Been thinking only about you.”

Bucky groaned at your confession and his speed increased, making your back arch again with a sudden loud moan. “My princess. All mine, aren't you?”

A garbled moan left you before you could form a full sentence. “All.. yours… sir…”

“Please go faster, sir.” You dug your nails in his bicep.

“No, I don't want to hurt you.” His voice strained. He was holding himself back and you knew that.

“You will never hurt me, sir. Please go faster. Don't hold back.”

Hearing you affirm that you're okay, Bucky pressed himself on you and put his arms under you. Your arms held onto his back and your nails dug and dragged on his back, leaving marks as he increased his thrusting.

“Oh god! Sir! Don't stop. So good!”

“Not stopping, princess. Never stopping. I could just keep on going like this.”

You mewled and whimpered at every thrust and he tightened his hold around you. Your nipples brushed against his and he moved his metal hand from under you to hold your nipple. He turned and twisted them, making you cry out in pleasure.

Bucky put his mouth on your boobs and sucked hard on your nipples, sending waves of pleasure to your folds. His relentless thrusting just added more to what you have been holding on to. The knot in your stomach tightened, sending a familiar shiver down your back.

“Sir, i’m-”

“Cum my princess, you've been good. Cum for me.”

Bucky sped up his thrusting and you arched against him as you found your release. He kept on thrusting through your orgasm, finally finding a release in you. Your pussy had tightened its hold on him and milked him so well. He kept on murmuring praises in your ear as his thrusting faltered and he stayed still.

“Are you ok, princess?” Bucky shifted and pulled out of you. You whined at the loss but were too fucked out to move. “Use your words, baby.”

“I'm ok. I'm more than ok.” You gave him a dazed smile that made him chuckle.

He stood up from the bed and carried you to the bathroom and helped you clean up. He filled the tub with warm water and sat you in the tub and settled behind you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Will you send me back? Now that you got what you paid for?” Your small voice clenched his heart.

“I didnt pay to fuck you, princess. I paid to get you out of that house. Having you in my bed, naked, wanting, is just a perk.” Bucky kissed your cheek and pulled you even closer. “I am not sending you anywhere, princess. You belong to me now. The moment you stepped in my house, you were mine. And now that I've had your taste, I'm not going back.”

“So,” you fiddled with your fingers. “If I belong to you, if I am yours, then does that mean you belong to me too? Does that mean you're mine too?”

“Yes, princess. I am all yours.” Bucky kissed your shoulder and then pulled you in a sweet kiss.

You both get up from the tub and Bucky dried you with a fluffy towel. He put one of his old t-shirts on you and a pair of his old breezy boxers that had gotten too tight because of his thighs. He wore one of his joggers and an old tank.

You both slipped in bed and he pulled you flushed against him. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes as the tiring activities were taking over you. But then you had a thought and your eyes popped open. You sat up on the bed, startling Bucky.

“What about dad? He… won't he ask you to return me? What will we do? He'll be pissed. He will cut me off. I have nowhere else to go. I think I should go back.”

Bucky sat up and cupped your face, making you look at him. The panicked look in your eyes made him want to tuck you closer to him but it wasn't going to work. He needed to calm you.

“Princess, look at me. What did I say about you being here?”

“That I belong to you and I'm yours.” your voice turned smaller.

“Exactly. So don't worry about your father at all. I'm here. I will handle everything. And you are not leaving this house. This is yours just as much as mine. Understood?” Bucky caressed your cheeks to calm you down.

“Yes. Understood.” You moved closer to Bucky who pulled you further into his embrace.

“Good girl. Now get some sleep.” He pulled you back on bed and kissed your forehead as you snuggled closer into his arms.

Bucky knew it would cost something to have you in his arms but he also knew that once he had you, he would pay the price but never let you go.

[eu-nicola]

worse than silence

summary: Rafe and you maintain a secret relationship, but one day JJ discovers the truth and things get complicated

warnings: angst maybe

word counter: 3537

author's note: english is not my first language

tag: @tracymbcm

It was on nights like these that everything seemed easier and at the same time unbearably difficult. You were sitting on a cliff, hugging your legs as you looked out at the horizon. You had arrived early, as always. Rafe had told you he would come, but you knew that lately his promises were as fragile as glass.

The sound of staggering footsteps behind you brought you out of your thoughts. You turned your head and there he was, with his shirt wrinkled, his eyes sunken and an air of exhaustion that broke your soul.

“You arrived,” you said softly, although the lump in your throat threatened to betray you.

Rafe dropped down next to you, not looking at you. He ran his hands through his hair and exhaled loudly. He smelled of alcohol, of a lost night, of smoke and chaos. Your heart contracted. You had lost count of how many times you had witnessed that version of him: broken, self-destructive, and yet still trying to maintain an emotional distance that hurt you more than any words.

“I don’t know why you keep doing this,” he murmured at last, his voice cracking. “You shouldn’t be here.”

You stared at him intently, searching his eyes for something, anything to tell you there was still hope. But all you found was a haunting emptiness.

“I’m here because I love you, Rafe. Because I can’t watch you destroy yourself like this.”

He laughed bitterly, but the laughter faded quickly, leaving him only the weight of guilt.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. I don’t want to drag you down with me.”

“I don’t care, Rafe. I want to help you, but you have to let me in. You have to stop pushing me away.”

For a moment, his eyes seemed to soften. But like a blink, the hardness returned.

“You don’t understand, you’ll never understand. This… this isn’t fixed with love or pretty words. It’s bigger than that, bigger than us.”

You felt torn apart. He wanted you to leave him, but every fiber of your being refused. He wanted to protect you, but he didn’t realize that the distance hurt more than any hell he could drag you into.

The silence stretched on until he stood up abruptly, his hands shaking.

“This is a mistake,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he began to walk away.

“Is that all?” you yelled at him, standing up with your heart racing. “Are you going to keep running away? From me? From yourself?”

Rafe stopped, but didn’t turn around. He just shook his head before disappearing into the darkness. The cold of the night embraced you as tears fell freely down your face.

The next day, the tension in the air was palpable. JJ was in a bad mood, as he usually was lately. You had tried to avoid him since you got home that morning, but you knew you couldn't hide forever.

You were in the kitchen when you heard him walk in, slamming his backpack down on the table with force.

“Where were you last night?” he asked immediately, not even bothering to soften his tone.

“None of your business, JJ,” you replied, trying to remain calm as you washed the dishes. But you knew your brother wasn’t one to let things go.

“Oh no? Because I happened to see something very interesting last night,” he said, moving dangerously closer. “I saw you with him.”

The plate you were holding nearly dropped. You froze, unable to come up with an answer.

“How long? How long have you been seeing that piece of trash?” he snapped, his voice filled with disbelief and fury.

“JJ, it’s not what you think…” you tried to explain, but he cut you off immediately.

“It’s not what I think?!” he yelled, slamming the table. “Rafe Cameron.” How could you? After everything he’s done to us, after everything he’s done to this family!

“It’s not that simple!” you shouted back, feeling rage mix with despair. “You don’t understand what he’s going through. I… I love him, JJ.”

That confession seemed to hit him harder than anything else. He stood still, as if the words had paralyzed him.

“You love him?” you whispered, incredulous. “Do you really think someone like him can change? That he won’t break you like he’s done to everyone else?”

“He’s trying…” but your voice cracked. Not even you were sure of that at the moment.

JJ shook his head, his eyes filled with disappointment.

“I thought we could trust each other. But this… this is a betrayal. I can’t believe you lied to me all this time.”

You felt like the ground beneath your feet had fallen apart. You wanted to reach out to him, to explain, to beg him to understand. But JJ took a step back, his gaze colder than ever. 

“I hope it’s worth it,” he said before walking out of the house, leaving you alone in devastating silence. 

Guilt and anguish clung to you like an unbearable weight. For the first time, you wondered if you could really go through with all of this. Rafe was falling apart, and now, you were losing your brother, too. 

The next few days were a silent hell. You tried to talk to JJ more times than you could count, but every time you reached out, he ignored you completely. It was like you had ceased to exist for him. The first time you tried to stop him, you were faced with a wall of ice.

“JJ, please, just listen to me,” you said, blocking his way at the door.

He didn’t even look at you. With a sharp movement, he pushed you aside and walked out without saying a word. That gesture, cold and distant, hurt more than you had imagined.

And it wasn’t just JJ. The worst came when the rest of the group found out.

One afternoon, you were at the beach bar where everyone used to meet. You had arrived hoping that, at least there, you could find a way to repair what had been broken. However, when you entered, you felt the air become heavy. Kiara, Pope, and John B were sitting around a table, talking in low voices. Upon seeing you, the conversations immediately ceased, and their gazes were fixed on you with a mixture of disbelief and disappointment.

“Really?” Kiara was the first to speak, her tone full of reproach. “Rafe? How could you?”

You felt trapped, like you were being judged with no chance to defend yourself.

“Kie, you don’t understand…” you tried to explain, but Pope interrupted you.

“What’s there to understand?” he said bitterly. “That guy has done everything to ruin us. He’s beaten us, tried to bring us down more times than I can count. And you…? Are you with him?”

John B didn’t say anything at first, but the tension in his jaw was evident. Finally, he spoke, his voice calmer but no less laden with disappointment.

“We knew you were hiding something. But this…” he shook his head. “I never thought you’d betray us like this.”

The word “betrayal” hit like a punch. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall in front of them.

“It’s not what they think,” you said, even though you knew your words rang hollow. “Rafe… he’s not perfect, I know.” But he’s going through something, and I… I just want to help him.

Kiara laughed humorlessly, crossing her arms.

“Help him? Do you really think you can save someone like him? Rafe doesn’t need your help. What he needs is to stop butting into our lives.”

“This is between Rafe and me,” you replied, trying to remain calm. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with us?” Pope raised his voice, clearly frustrated. “It has everything to do with us. He’s hurt us time and time again, and you… you chose to be on his side.”

The silence that followed was overwhelming. You felt like everything you’d built with them was crumbling at that moment. You tried to look at JJ, searching for a trace of understanding, but he was standing in the corner, arms crossed and staring at the floor, not even deigning to look at you.

“JJ…” you said softly, almost pleading.

But he turned and walked out of the place without saying a word. It was like every step he took took a piece of your heart with him.

That night, the loneliness was unbearable. You locked yourself in your room, feeling small, broken. Guilt and anguish consumed you, and the silence grew heavier with each passing minute. You had lost your brother, your friends. And even though you loved Rafe, you couldn’t ignore that being with him was costing you everything.

Hours later, you received a text. It was from Rafe.

“I’m sorry. I know this is my fault.”

You stared at the text for several minutes, not knowing what to answer. Was it his fault? Or was it yours for letting yourself get dragged here? You had no answers, only a void that seemed to grow with each second.

Finally, you turned off your phone and sank into bed. The tears you had held back all day began to fall silently. You didn't know how much more you could take.

Your friends had been your refuge, your family, but now, with them away, you felt like a foreigner in your own world. Every time you locked eyes with JJ or the others, you felt the weight of their judgment. You tried to ignore it, to focus on the only thing that kept you afloat: Rafe. However, even he seemed more distant, as if the current of his own demons was dragging him further away from you.

It had been days since you last saw him, and desperation was beginning to settle in your chest. Finally, when you couldn't take it anymore, you made the decision to look for him at his house. You knew it was a risk, that if they saw you there it would only make things worse with your friends, but you didn't care. You needed to see him. You needed to know that you weren't completely alone.

When you arrived, the Cameron mansion was completely silent. You knocked loudly on the door, hoping someone would answer, but there was no answer. So, you made your way to the side of the house, where you knew you could climb up to his window. It was something you had done before, on those nights where the world seemed to belong only to the two of you.

You peeked over the edge and saw him. Rafe was sitting on the floor of his room, his back against the bed, a half-empty bottle in one hand and his gaze lost on the wall. His messy hair fell over his forehead, and his expression was that of someone who had been fighting his own thoughts and losing the battle.

“Rafe…” you whispered, stepping in carefully.

He looked up slowly, his eyes red and filled with a pain you recognized all too well. For a moment, he seemed relieved to see you, but that glint quickly faded.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice hoarse and heavy with exhaustion.

“I couldn’t be alone,” you admitted, moving closer to him. You sat down next to him, trying to ignore the smell of alcohol and the feeling that something was falling apart between you.

Rafe let out a bitter laugh.

“Alone? I thought I was the reason you were left without anyone.”

His words were a dart straight to your heart, but you didn’t back down.

“I don’t care. I don’t care if I’m alone as long as I have you.”

He shook his head, as if he couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t want this, want me. I’m a mess. I’m screwed. Don’t you see that?”

“I see it, Rafe. But I also know that you can get out of this. You don’t have to do it alone.”

“What if I don’t want to get out?” His voice cracked, his eyes searching yours desperately. “What if this is the only thing I know how to do?”

Your heart broke a little more.

“Then I’ll stay with you until you want me. But don’t push me away, please.”

Rafe let his head fall back against the bed, squeezing his eyes shut. For a moment, silence was the only thing between you, but then he spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

“Sometimes I think it would be better if I let myself sink completely. If I just… disappeared.”

The rawness of his words took your breath away. You gripped his hand tightly, forcing him to look at you.

“Don’t say that. You can’t say that.”

“Why not?” he replied, his eyes filling with tears. “Look what I’m doing to you. You’re losing everything because of me.”

You shook your head, clinging to him as if by doing so you could keep him from falling apart completely.

“Rafe, I chose this. I chose you. I know it’s hard, but you have to believe me when I say that I don’t care what anyone else thinks. All I want is for us to be together.”

“And that’s the problem,” he whispered, looking away. “Being with me is only going to destroy you.”

You tried to respond, but he let go of your hand and staggered to his feet. He walked over to the window, looking outside as if searching for a way out that didn’t exist.

“Maybe it’s best that this ends here,” he finally said, his voice laced with heartbreaking sadness.

You stood up quickly, your chest tight with fear.

“What? You mean…?”

Rafe turned to you, his eyes filled with pain.

“I can’t keep doing this. I love you, but I can’t drag you down with me anymore.”

“Rafe, no…” your voice cracked as you moved closer to him, your hands shaking. “You can’t do this. You can’t push me away.”

He closed his eyes, fighting the emotions that consumed him.

“I’m doing this because I love you,” he finally said, and those words were like a dagger.

Tears began to fall freely down your face. You tried to cling to him once more, but this time, Rafe backed away.

“Please go away,” he whispered, not looking at you.

The weight of his words fell on you like a stone. You couldn't believe what was happening, you didn't want to accept it. But the determination in his voice left you with no options.

Heartbroken, you took a step back. Every fiber of your being wanted to stay, to fight, but you knew he was in too dark a place for you to reach him at that moment.

Finally, you turned and walked out the same window you had entered through, feeling like you were leaving a part of yourself behind. When you hit the ground, a cold breeze greeted you, as if the world knew you had lost something irreplaceable.

As you walked back home, the pain and despair fully set in. You had lost so much, and now, even Rafe seemed out of your reach.

The days that followed were an endless emptiness. Loneliness was a weight you felt even in the air, in every corner of the house, in every silence that stretched like a lingering shadow. You woke up every morning with a knot in your chest, the kind of weight that reminded you, even before you opened your eyes, that you were alone.

Your brother, he made no effort to hide his contempt. Every time you crossed paths with him, his cold gaze was a reminder that, to him, you had betrayed everything that it meant to be family. You tried several times to get closer, to talk to him, but your attempts always met with a wall of silence or curt responses.

“JJ, please, we can’t go on like this,” you begged one night, finding him in the kitchen as he poured a glass of water.

He didn’t even deign to look at you.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Nothing? After all?” Your voice trembled, the weight of his indifference tearing at you.

Finally, JJ turned to you, his gaze filled with a mix of anger and pain.

“After all, you chose Rafe. That says it all.”

The glass in his hand shook slightly before he set it down on the counter with a thud. He walked away without waiting for an answer, leaving you alone in the darkness.

Your friends were no more understanding, either. Every time you saw them around the island, their gazes avoided yours, as if you were someone they no longer recognized. You had lost their trust, and it seemed like there was no way to get it back.

You tried to approach Kiara one afternoon. She was on the beach with John B and Pope, laughing at something one of them had said. Seeing you, the smiles faded, and the atmosphere instantly tensed.

“Kie, can we talk?” you asked cautiously, keeping your distance.

She crossed her arms and looked at you coldly.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Please, just a minute…”

Kiara sighed, her expression hardening.

“For what? For you to tell me that all of this is worth it because you “love Rafe”? I don’t want to hear it.”

“It’s not like that…” you tried to explain, but she cut you off.

“Yes, it is. You chose him, knowing everything he’s done to us. How do you expect us to trust you after that?”

The words hit hard, and although you wanted to defend yourself, you knew it was pointless. You had let them down, and there was no apology that could fix it at that moment.

You turned and walked away, feeling the tears burn in your eyes as their voices faded behind you. Every step you took through the sand seemed to sink you deeper into a pit of despair.

Rafe didn't make things any easier either. Even though you knew he loved you, his actions didn't match his feelings. After that night at his house, he had been the one who started to put more distance between you. His messages became scarce, and the times you did manage to see him, he seemed like a man torn between his desire to have you close and his conviction that it was better for you to walk away.

One afternoon, you found him on the beach, sitting alone on a rock, staring at the horizon. You slowly approached, afraid he would reject you again. Sensing your presence, Rafe turned his head. For a moment, his eyes softened at the sight of you, but he soon hardened his expression again.

“I told you that you shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, though there was no real conviction in his words.

You sat down beside him without asking permission, your heart pounding.

“I can’t keep ignoring you, Rafe. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t care about you.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

“It’s not fair to you. All of this… it’s not what you deserve.”

“Let me decide that,” you replied firmly, trying to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to be without you, even if it means carrying all of this weight.”

Rafe finally looked at you, and in his eyes you saw a sea of ​​emotions: love, guilt, and a desperation that mirrored your own.

“I’m ruining you,” he whispered, as if he was finally admitting his worst fear.

You shook your head, your shaking hands searching for him.

“No, Rafe. It ruins me more to be without you.”

He closed his eyes, fighting back tears. For a moment, it looked like he was going to give in, that he was going to let you stay. But then, in a broken voice, he murmured,

“I can’t do this to you.”

He abruptly stood up and began to walk away, leaving you alone once again. You stood there, watching his figure disappear into the distance, the sound of the sea mixing with the sobs you could no longer hold back.

The nights grew longer, and the pain became a constant. You lay awake for hours, wondering if things could have been different, if there was any way to get your brother, your friends, and Rafe back. But every time you closed your eyes, the only answer you found was the weight of loneliness that continued to grow inside you.

[wolfiihoney]

Rainy day breakfast with Nanami ✧.*

Hellooooo guys! I’m back with some rainy day love with nanami :)

All credit goes to the beautiful artist of this art @aozora1227 on Twitter! ♥︎

Warnings:none just fluff

Wd:894

Pairing:husbandnanami x wifereader

The blankets were soft, warm, and smelled so good. The room was grey and dark, even though you knew it was time for breakfast—breakfast you smelled. You turned over, hoping to see the love of your life’s adorable morning face but was met with his pillow—the one that smelled exactly like him and his hair. You grabbed the pillow and put it to your face, inhaling the scent of Nanami, and wow, did he smell good. You began missing him and wondering why in the world he was out of bed on a beautiful rainy weekend. You jumped out of bed, shivering on the cold floor. Your kitty must’ve dragged the bedside carpet somewhere yet again.

Going into one of Nanami's dressers, you pulled out a big hoodie—the one Yuji gifted Nanami for no reason in particular, a “just because” gift, as he said. It was adorable how many people admired your husband.

Walking into the kitchen, you saw Nanami in all of his beautiful glory, sitting at the kitchen island, sipping something from a mug with a plate full of food that looked freshly made.

“Why’d you leave me?” you said, catching his attention. His face lit up, as it always does when he sees his angel. “Good morning, darling. Well, good afternoon,” he said with a chuckle. He was always amazed at how late you could sleep. “Haha,” you said, “I was cold and alone. Do you not feel the slightest guilt about leaving your beloved wife in the bed ALONE?” Nanami chuckled again; your dramatics were always so entertaining. He loved you, and you being so different from him played a big part. “As a sincere apology, I’ve made you breakfast—a special Saturday morning breakfast,” he said gently, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen. He began lifting lids off of numerous pots and pans, showing you all the breakfast that he knew you loved. He paid attention to every little detail when it came to your food; he knew how you liked your eggs, and he knew you preferred waffles over pancakes. He also knew you needed your coffee tongue-burning hot first thing in the morning. It sometimes made you feel bad, as you weren’t the absolute best at remembering every little thing about him as he was with you, but you always tried. “Did you get up just to make this breakfast, baby?”

“Well, of course, love. My body automatically wakes up at a certain time, so I thought after you’ve finished your rest, you would need something else to help wake you up. Go sit down, please,” he asked, kissing your lips and grabbing your plate from your hands.

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his affection seep into your heart. "You're too good to me," you murmured as you settled into your chair. He smiled bashfully, setting the plate down in front of you with deliberation. Every item had been selected with care and arranged artfully on the plate, each flavor a reminder of his thoughtful nature. Your eyes danced across the colorful display, and you savored the bouquet of aromas that wafted around you. "How did I get so lucky?" You thought, glancing up to meet his eyes. He simply shrugged, a modest grin playing on his lips. "You make it easy," he replied, reaching for the coffee pot to pour you a steaming mug. You lifted the mug to your lips, savoring the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the morning air. As you took a sip, the warmth spread through you, melting away any lingering drowsiness. When you looked up at Nanami from your delicious breakfast, you noticed Nanami's cheeks burning a bright red. What was he thinking that made him blush like that, you wondered?

Putting your mug down, you leaned forward with a teasing smile. "What's got you so flustered this morning?" "You asked playfully. He looked up with a little embarrassed smile and chuckled a little. 'It was just something silly Gojo mentioned to me yesterday.' Curiosity piqued, you arched an eyebrow and smirked. 'Oh, do tell,' you urged, enjoying the rare opportunity to see him so discomposed. Nanami hesitated for a moment, his cheeks still rosy as he formulated his response. 'Well… cooking breakfast and plating your food reminded me of how he mentioned something about how I’d be a good house husband,' he said, bursting out laughing at the thought. You joined in, the laughter bubbling up unexpectedly, filling the room with a mirthful energy. Nanami was usually so serious, so seeing him crack up at one of the million things Gojo had to say was so adorable. 'I think Gojo's got a point,' you teased, wiping a tear from your eye as the laughter subsided. 'I wouldn’t mind, but I also love providing for you.' He smiled, a warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. Your breakfast now forgotten, you make your way to his side of the table, sitting in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love the sound of that too,” you said, kissing all over his face softly as he laughed, pulling you closer. His arms encircled you securely, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble.

*ೃ༄ Tysm for reading!Reblogs are definitely appreciated. *ೃ༄

[knavesflames]

𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓍 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑜

hello friends, I have arrived. As per the poll, shower sex was first. I had trouble figuring out how to do this but settled on this. I hope you enjoy! (it’s supposed to snow on monday, god save me) (i always end my fics with humour why)

Word count: 2.1k

Contents: shower, tired arlecchino, fingering, it’s soft they love each other fr

nsft utc!

Arlecchino’s favourite thing to do after a long day of dealing with incompetent Fatui grunts is come home and see you. You greet her the same way each time, greeting her with a soft hum, waiting for her to appear in your vision. She appreciates that you give her space to at least take her blazer off. She does it hastily, the garment often being left on the floor by the doormat to be picked up by her on the way to bed later that night. You always seem to be cooking when she comes home, something you have learned to time perfectly— you know she gets hungry when she comes home, and you know she’ll only forget to eat. Each time she moves to the kitchen to wrap her arms around you, a soft sigh leaves her lips, her own subtle way of smelling what she can only describe as pure domesticity.

Arlecchino’s job requires her to be many things. Ruthless, unfeeling, violent, even. When her hands graze your waist, you feel none of that. The hands belong to a woman full of love, even if she cannot express it. You do things for her that no other person would. When you share a meal, for example, you leave any spices out of it (to her satisfaction, much to your own dismay), until the end, after you’ve plated whatever food it is and placed it on the table. It takes more time, but the small flicker of gratitude in her eyes when she sees the colour difference, or smells the difference of the two dishes, warms your heart.

Your eyes inspect her as she eats. Expressionless as she is, she isn’t very good at hiding her feelings. Not with you, anyway. “What’s the matter?” Your quiet voice comes out as a sort of hum as you glance up at her. You watch her hand slows, the metal of the fork reflecting the ceiling light.

“I am tired. Clearly, nobody in this organisation can do their jobs. I do not understand how we are to revive the—“ She cuts herself off before she says anything else. You know well enough that she doesn’t talk about work at home. You do not ask her to. You watch as her hand comes up to release her hair from her signature ponytail, a smile making its way to your face when her snowy strands cascade down her shoulders, disappearing behind her back. When her hair is down, she looks almost soft. Kind. You know, deep down, buried under the facade of strictness (that you beg her to stop applying to herself— she never listens), she is a woman full of love. You know that much because even during nights where her nails are biting into the skin of your thighs, or your hips, or even on occasion, your neck as she draws sound after sound out of you, the other hand is always caressing some part of you, her eyes always full of tenderness.

You remember one of the first times you had sex with her— it was the first time you had attended one of those stupid Fatui balls with her. You had let her pick out the outfit herself, and she enjoyed herself thoroughly. You had barely gotten into your apartment before she had picked you up and laid you softly on the bed sheets, grumbling about how you never made your bed. You were still figuring each other out— what worked, and what didn’t. Midway through, when you weren’t thinking, you whispered. “Degrade me.” Your eyes moved to look into her own, only to be met with an immediate frown. “I will not. How could I ever say such things about you?” You tried to explain, perhaps wondering if she was unaware of what it truly was. She did know, she couldn’t fathom saying a bad word to you, even in such a situation. You learned then how soft she truly was.

“A shower would help,” you muse through a mouthful of the food. “Warm water is good for tense muscles. You’re tense, you can barely keep your shoulders relaxed.” Her eyes move towards the food in front of her. For some reason, she isn’t too hungry. Work has stressed her incredibly, to the point her sentences are short and curt. Her face is apologetic after, you know she means well. You allow it. “I can wash your hair, I know you like that.” After deliberation, she lets out a small hum, a yes.

Once your stomachs are full, you move to place them in the sink, vowing to yourself that you’ll clean them later (you’ll forget). Taking her by her blackened hand, you gently, but insistently drag her towards the bathroom. Her footsteps are heavy on the floor as she reluctantly follows along. Something has obviously happened at work, you think, because she is just so stressed. You plan to make sure the water at least relaxes her muscles.

Once the water is warm enough and both of you have undressed in quiet silence (she has her showers so hot you can’t touch the water. You don’t understand how she can withstand such heat), you guide her into the shower, your touch as gentle as it’s always been. You listen to the barely audible sigh that escapes her when she feels the water touch her skin. “Good?” You murmur softly, smiling when you hear her hum in appreciation, her shoulders slowly slumping. You know Arlecchino well, it seems. Her hand comes up to cup your cheek, the feeling is different than it usually is— the water is warm, her hand is somehow even warmer. In turn, your hand does the same, cupping her cheek with such softness it seems you’re barely touching her.

“I haven’t seen you like this in so long,” her voice is as smooth as it usually is, the same velvety tone despite the exhaustion. “I almost forgot how beautiful you are. Almost.” A chuckle leaves your throat at the wry smile that appears on her face. “You are stunning, but you must take better care of yourself, Peruere.” Your gentle chiding causes a huff to escape from her, a dismissal, you know that much. You open your mouth to chide her once more, but her lips swallow your words before you can even form a syllable. It’s a soft kiss, softer than the usual kisses she gives you. When you part, you can’t help but gasp and choke slightly at the water dripping onto your face, and into your mouth.

“Did you just swallow some?” She asks, a small chuckle rising in her throat. A hand comes up to gently shove her before you giggle, a sound that also is quickly drowned out by her lips. Her kiss is different this time, with more fervour and need in it. You let both of your hands wander until the meet and rest on the nape of her neck, fingers gently scratching at the wet hair strands. Arlecchino’s own hands gently guide you towards the wall, giving you respite against the relentless water stream. The air is thick with heat and steam, the mirrors fogged, but it seems neither of you are paying any attention to it. Her hands wander, tracing every part of your body she can reach. When you break for air, her lips take purchase on the skin of your neck, kissing and sucking gently marks onto it, marks you know will stay for a few days. You like it.

“You’re always so good to me,” she mumbles, nails slightly dragging against your skin. It feels good in a way you can’t explain. “Let me take care of you, hm?” You can’t see her face, but you can picture it, and the thought alone has you nodding breathlessly. Prying your legs gently apart, she lets out a breath against your neck, her voice changing to one that always has you melting.

“It’s been so long, hasn’t it? You must be so desperate.” It’s a question that doesn’t need answering. You’re very well aware that you’ve spent nights trying— and failing, to recreate what she does to you. She’s aware because despite the water that wets your skin, you’re the wettest you’ve ever been when her middle finger glides across your folds, eliciting a small gasp from you. She hums, pleased at the sight of her finger glistening (before it is quickly washed away by the water) when she pulls it back. A whine practically rips from your throat when you feel her absence, and you begin to wonder how you’ve managed to become so desperate within minutes. On a usual day, she’d tease you until you begged for it, but all she wants is to see your face when you reach the peak of your orgasm. It’s the one thing she thinks about when she’s on her missions, or when she's sat at the office— the way you cry her name, her real name, the way you tremble. The thought causes her to make a sound you swear she’s never made before, a whimper.

Her finger moves back to where it was, caressing and moving through each fold until she’s circling your entrance. You’re grateful she clips her nails (she’d rip them off if you told her to). Arlecchino’s red crosses meet your own eyes, and her eyebrows twitch in question. When you nod in response, your hips moving slightly, the corners of her lips twitch slightly in a smile as she presses her finger in, then another. The noise that comes from you can only be described as unholy, and it drives Arlecchino on further. She lets you get used to the sensation before she curls her fingers up into the same spot you happen to miss every time you do it yourself. Your eyes fly open and your lips part, but she speaks before you can make noise.

“Shh, be quiet. The shower doesn’t muffle everything.” You know nobody will hear anyway, but she’s always liked the idea of you trying to stay as quiet as possible, the look on your face every single time a louder moan escapes you. Perhaps it’s some sort of fantasy she has, to get caught, or at the very least, the prospect of being caught. You’re ripped out of your thoughts when Arlecchino curls her fingers again, finding a rhythm that has you bucking your hips. She leans down, mouth attaching to one of your nipples, and she practically groans herself. The water has formed droplets on your skin, and she thinks it makes you look even more appealing. There seems to be something about you, in the shower, whispering her name that seems to get her. She swears she could practically orgasm herself just at the sight of you.

“Peruere, please,” comes the mewl from you, words mixed with shaking breath. She (and you, for that matter) feels you clenching around her, and it only drives her to continue. A hand comes to rest in the soaked strands of her hair, tugging gently, and she knows it’s a sign that you’re close. Again, she chuckles, releasing your chest and moving her lips back to your own. Her tongue touches your bottom lip, and when you, somehow, in your pleasure clouded mind, deepen the kiss, her thumb finds your clit. The pressure is light, and it takes only a couple of circular movements before your hand in her hair tightens, your voice rising to a soft cry as you finally get the orgasm you’ve been chasing (alone or not) for such a long time. Her movements continue until your gasping turns to heavy breathing, and your eyes manage to focus on her again. Only then does Arlecchino pull out her fingers, holding them up to show you, like she always does. She knows it embarrasses you, she can tell by the way you avert your gaze. And as expected, you practically choke on your own saliva when she doesn’t hesitate in cleaning her fingers. Not by running them under the water, but letting her tongue flicking out of her mouth to lap up the evidence of your pleasure.

“What are you— you can’t do that.” You sound practically horrified at the notion (like you haven’t spent nights with her fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet, or to do exactly what she’s doing now. You enjoy those. It isn’t so bad when you’re tasting yourself, for some reason). Eventually, when she sees your wide eyes, she relents, moving to run them under the water.

The water isn’t as hot anymore, having dulled to a lukewarm temperature. “The water bill will be high this month, I assume.” Arlecchino says it with such nonchalance that you can’t help but snort. Biting your lip, you join her in her joking. “I didn’t wash my hair. Warm it back up. I know you can.”

[nickgurl4life]

♡BAKERS DOZEN♡

Summary: With Chris and Nick out with friends, Matt finally decides this is the perfect time to fulfill your dream date~

Content!Warning: None just pure fluff and kisses, just a cute little Matt blurb <3

A/N: I have barely any ideas, but this lovely woman @bernardsbendystraws gave me this idea, so this is her idea, and I portrayed it <3

Today, Chris and Nick had plans with friends, Chris was gonna hang out with Nate for the day, and Nick was gonna go with Madison, This sparked an idea in Matt's brain. He knows your dream date is a baking date because every time you guys try to think about date activities, that's the first idea that leaves your mouth. So today he was going to fulfill it, well he needed to make his day was your smile and your laugh, if you were happy he was happy. God, he was so whipped for you that it was crazy. It was so evident that Chris and Nick always teased him anytime he was making goo-goo eyes at you.

So, while you were taking your daily afternoon nap on his bed, he left for the store to buy all the ingredients for cupcakes, and of course, all the icing colors you love. After 30 minutes of being gone, he comes back, and you're still asleep, good. He sets everything up on the counter and then runs excitedly upstairs to wake you up. "Baby...wake upppp..." he says in a sing-song tone as he gently shakes you. "Cmon! I have a suprise wake your butt up sleepy head~" he says again as he shakes you harder.

You stir awake and slowly sit up, "huh...??" You say sleepily as you rub your eyes. "What's happening?" You mumble as you tilt your head in confusion. He lets out a chuckle as he speaks up, "I said, wake up cause I have a suprise!" He smiles as your eyes light up and you gently climb out of bed. You go to the bathroom to do your morning pee, and he waits calmly outside the door. When you come out, he leads you downstairs and to the kitchen, all while covering your eyes. "Okay~ you ready, baby?" He says, and you can basically heat the smile in his voice. "Yes!!" You squeal happily as you smile.

When you give him the signal, he pulls his hands away. "I know you've always wanted a baking date, so I thought since Nick and Chris are gone today, why not give you what you've been asking for..." he says softly as he kisses your temple, waiting for a reaction. He smiles as he watches your eyes sparkle, and you jump a bit in excitement. "Baking date!!??" You yell with a smile.

He chuckles, "Yes baby, a baking date, I know you've wanted to have one of these since the beginning of our relationship so..." he pats your butt a couple of times as a signal for you to go to the counter. You don't hesitate and run to the counter, looking at everything. "Oh my god!! I'm so excited!" You squeal with a big smile and run over to him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you!!" You say happily as he chuckles and hugs you back. "Your welcome baby, now are we gonna bake them or just stare?" He teases as you both walk over to get started.

You guys start the baking, and after what felt like hours, the cupcakes were in the oven, and you had flour in your hair, and he had flour all over his face. You guys tidy up everything so you have room to make decorate them when they are done. While you're tidying up, Matt hits the bowl with the excess batter in it, and it splashes all over his back. You guys gasp, stay silent, then burst into fits of laughter.

"O-oh my g-god you did not -" You choke out while laughing, falling onto the floor onto your knees, and him as well. Your stomachs hurt from how much you're laughing. After a bit, the cupcakes are done, and you guys are decorating. By the time you guys finish decorating, you have white and pink frosting everywhere. You guys are cleaning up the frosting. At that moment, Nick and Chris come home. Chris being Chris grabs a cupcake and bites into it and gets a suprise...you guys didn't check if the cupcakes were fully cooked.

Chris feels his mouth fill with uncooked batter and screams in disgust as he spits it out in the trashcan. His reaction causing you, Matt, and Nick to laugh. "Don't laugh at me!" Chris yells as he gags, causing you guys to laugh more. Chris runs to the sink and turns it on, sticking his head under and washing his mouth out. "Chris your overreacting dude-" Nick says as he laughs. After a bit Nick and Chris excuse themselves to bed and you and Matt lay on the couch, he turns on a movie as you cuddle close. As the movie plays his attentions on you...god he knows he's marrying you someday and that might be soon.

(AGAIN TY SO MUCH @bernardsbendystraws for giving me this idea and also tysm for the Dividers <3)

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[maxillness]

╰┈➤Dinner? || MS7 x engineer!fwb!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, fwb, oral (f), fingering

Wordcount: 1.1k

Request: Michael in his prime at Ferrari and maybe a little fwb situation with an assistant or an engineer?

I know the request said fwb, but I love happy endings (unless you look at my tiktok), so did they end up in a committed relationship? Yes

Tag list: @isurvived3-11andimproud

Michael had won again, no surprise there

She walked up to his drivers room after she knew he had showered and changed. She knocked on the door softly, waiting for him to open up

“I told you to just walk in” He chuckled as he let her into the room

She turned around, walking closer to him, pushing him softly up against the wall “You won” She smirked slightly

“Nice observation. Good to know your eyes still work” He chuckled slightly

She stepped closer to him, trapping his body between hers and the wall, her hands working on his belt “Let me reward you” She said softly

He grabbed her wrists softly, pulling them away from him “As much as I like you on your knees, I’d rather have dinner with you tonight” He sighed, caressing the skin on her wrists with his thumb

“Dinner? Why? You never want dinner” She asked surprised

“Would you? My treat” He looked at her with the softest eyes she had ever seen. He never looked at her with that soft eyes, not even when he was needy

“I mean- sure” She shrugged slightly

“Good. Thank you” He leaned down, kissing her softly

She would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy the dinner, it was really nice, but she couldn’t help but be worried

He chose food over sex. He never chooses food over sex, not with her anyway

“Why are we at dinner, Michael?” She asked, putting her fork down beside her plate, looking up at him where he had stopped all movement of his body

“Can’t we just eat together?” He asked with a slight shrug

“Not when you chose it over sex. You never do that, and we never eat out together” She explained, her voice slightly worried

“You make it sound like I never treat you right- which you can tell me if I don’t” Now it was his turn to be worried- worried she felt used

“You treat me good, Michael- I’m just worried when you start doing things you never would’ve in the past” She had noticed it more recently, how he would start treating her more like a girlfriend than a fuck buddy

Leaving little gifts in her hotel room, or actually giving her them up front. Treating her to more snacks between sessions, sitting and talking to her more often than starring her down from the other end of the garage

“Look, I like this… Arrangement that we have but, I don’t want to just see you on race weeks, I want to see you everyday-“ He took her hand into his, his rough thumb caressing the back of her soft hand “-I want to wake up with you in my arms everyday, not just Monday morning after a race. I want to see you in my kitchen, preparing dinner because I can’t cook” They both chuckled slightly “I want to have you, y/n”

“You’re insane… For thinking I don’t want to have you too” She smiled softly

He was silent for a minute before he spoke up “You still want me to choose sex over food?” He asked with a slight smirk

They barely entered the hotel room before both their hands were on the other, kisses messy and wet- not that they cared in the moment

Her dress was quickly on the floor before he softly pushed her down against the bed, his head lowered between her thighs, kissing up and down the skin

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs, throwing them to the floor as well

She tugged at his hair softly, encouraging him to go closer to where she needed him the most

She gasped softly as he pressed his tongue against her clit, flicking it softly, his hands holding onto her thighs, keeping them open

She moaned softly when he slowly pushed two of his fingers into her, setting a soft pace as she got adjusted

He sped up his fingers and tongue, curling his fingers so he hit the spot that made her body shake, her vision blurry and his name falling off her tongue like a prayer

“Fuck- Michael- please. ‘M close” He knew by the way her walls were clenching down around his fingers and her thighs shook around his head

A few curls of his fingers more, and she came on his fingers and tongue, her body shaking and her throat sore from moaning too loud

She whined when he pulled away and out of her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after having wiped his fingers on her inner thigh

“Please… I need you” She panted, her voice husky

“A little needy, no?” He chuckled, removing his shirt and throwing it to the floor

“Have you seen yourself in a mirror recently? Why would I *not* be needy?” She was still panting heavily as he got rid of his jeans and briefs

“No, but I have seen you, and mein gott” He kissed up her stomach, up between her boobs, over her collarbone, up her neck and to her lips, kissing her softly

She moaned softly into the kiss, hooking her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her arms around his neck, keeping him close

His head fell into the crook of her neck, both moaning softly when he slowly pushed himself inside of her

One of his hands were on her hip, the other arm bent by his elbow, holding himself up as he set a slow pace, getting her adjusted before he started moving faster

Her nails dragged down his back, leaving red trails on his skin, her moans getting louder while her back arched up from the bed

Her mind were too fucked out to cipher the different languages of praises that were spilling out of Michael’s mouth between kisses on her shoulder

“‘M close” She managed to get out between her moans

“Come for me, Liebling” He moaned softly, his thrusts getting sloppier and out of rhythm

A few sloppy thrusts later, and she was almost screaming his name, her walls rapidly clenching down around him as she came, her body shaking as well underneath his

A second later, he came, his hips stilled, spilling his cum into her, her name spilling out of his mouth in a quiet moan

He softly laid on top of her, both their breathing heavy and their bodies glazed with sweat, their messy hair sticking to their foreheads

”Ich liebe dich” His words were mumbled into the skin of her neck, but she heard them alright

“I love you too” She smiled softly, kissing the side of his head, caressing his back softly

[luvzshy]

i love the a different kind of love fic! i was wondering if you could do something similar with their daughter coming home really upset because a kid was being mean to her at school about having two moms and billie and reader comforting her? something angsty/fluffy! thank you 🫶🏻

Home is Where We Heal

Word Count: 562

Warnings: Mild bullying, emotional distress, and mention of homophobia.

Summary: When their daughter comes home upset after being bullied at school for having two moms, Billie and her partner comfort her, reminding her of her worth and that love is always stronger than ignorance. The story balances angsty moments with heartwarming reassurance, showing the family’s unconditional love.

a/n: I’m so glad you loved A Different Kind of Love!! ❤️

The front door slammed shut with a force that made the house feel smaller. Billie and you, who were cooking in the kitchen, shared a glance. A moment later, your daughter’s voice rang out from the hallway—choked, angry, and on the verge of tears.

“I hate it here.”

Billie wiped her hands on a dish towel before quickly walking toward the source of the voice. You followed closely behind. There, standing at the edge of the living room, was your daughter, a middle schooler now, her backpack discarded at the door. Her face was flushed, not with the usual excitement of returning home, but with a frustration that cut through the air. Her eyes were red, but she hadn’t let the tears fall yet.

“Hey, baby, what happened?” Billie asked, kneeling to her level.

Your daughter crossed her arms tightly. “Nothing,” she muttered, looking away, as if she could hide behind the words. “I’m fine.”

You sighed softly, exchanging a glance with Billie. Both of you knew that tone well. It was the kind of ‘I’m-fine-but-really-I’m-not’ voice that came when something was too big to explain.

“You don’t have to lie to us,” you said gently, walking up to your daughter and resting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re upset, we can tell.”

Billie’s voice was quieter, more soothing now. “We’re not going anywhere. Just talk to us, okay?”

A few seconds passed before your daughter’s lip quivered, and the dam broke. She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “Some kid at school… they called me a freak. They said I’m weird because I have two moms, and… and that I’ll never be normal.” Her voice cracked as she stumbled over the words. “I don’t want to be different anymore. Why can’t we just be like everyone else?”

Billie’s heart broke in her chest. Without thinking, she pulled your daughter into her arms, holding her tightly. You stepped in behind her, wrapping both of them in a comforting embrace.

“Hey, hey,” Billie murmured softly into your daughter’s hair. “That kid is just ignorant. You’re perfect just the way you are, you know that, right?”

Your daughter shook her head. “It’s so hard, Mom… sometimes I just wanna be like the other kids. No one at school gets it.”

You gently cupped her face in your hands, wiping away the few stray tears that had escaped. “Sweetheart, we’re different, and that’s okay. You’re special. And as for that kid—well, they’re not important. People say mean things when they don’t understand. You have us, and we’re gonna always have your back, no matter what. And Billie’s right—you’re perfect just the way you are.”

Billie let out a small sigh, squeezing your daughter a little tighter. “We’ve all had people say things about us that weren’t true, baby. But those things—they don’t define you. You’re our daughter, and you’re amazing, just the way you are. I promise you, there’s no one like you. And that’s something to be proud of.”

Your daughter nodded slowly, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. The weight on her shoulders seemed a little lighter now. “I just don’t want to be alone, you know? What if people don’t want to be my friend because of who I am?”

Billie smiled softly, her hand gently stroking your daughter’s hair. “You’ll find your people, baby. And if anyone ever tries to make you feel small again, you know who you have to remind you how big you really are.” She pulled back just enough to look into her daughter’s eyes. “We love you more than anything. And nothing, no matter what anyone says, will change that.”

You stepped forward, giving Billie a soft look before turning your attention back to your daughter. “So, what do you say? Want to sit down and watch a movie? Or we can talk more, whatever you need.”

Your daughter hesitated for a moment, glancing up at both of you. “I think… I think I could use a hug right now.”

Without missing a beat, you both pulled her in again, enveloping her in a world where she was safe and loved. For now, that was all that mattered.

[vibratingskull]

Since the requests are open...

May I ask Thurfian x Freader x Thrawn. I am not gonna add anything too spicy in my fic,(except some juicy hints) but I wish to see how far this scenario can go.

Do your best ...or worst.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe! MY TWO MEN TOGETHER!!!!!!!!! It is simple and short cause it's the first time I write this dynamic, but it was really fun 😈😈

Thrawn x F!reader x Thurfian

Tags: Period, fluff, wholesome, just two idiots (affectionate) being in love with you

You groan, gritting your teeth. You are so uncomfortable! 

Your tummy hurts and you cannot breathe correctly, feeling a weight on your back crushing you against a hard mass that is definitely not your mattress! 

You sniff and open your eyes full of sleep and immediately understand why: Thrawn had somehow seized you in his sleep and pulled you fully on top of him, and Thurfian is on top of you like a pile a cats, sleeping soundly. 

Your tummy ache, however, remains a mystery.  

You try to move a bit but their four arms keep you locked in their embrace. You blow one of Thurfian’s long strands of hair out of your face, trying to see the chrono on the bedside table. 

3 am. 

Thurfian’s day starts in one hour and you feel guilty to wake him up now as he needs a restful sleep to rule and lead the Mitths and Ascendancy, but you really need to alleviate that crushing pressure on your stomach. 

“Thurfian? Ch’acico? I need to move...” You try to wake him up gently. 

For sole response, you hear a growl and feel his embrace tightening around your waist. 

“Please, I don’t feel well, I need to go to the bathroom...” You insist in a whisper to not wake up Thrawn as well. 

This time he sighs and you feel him roll to the side, removing himself from you and relieving the pressure at last! But the pain remains in your stomach. You groan and rise from Thrawn’s sleeping form, gently removing his grip from you... 

Resulting in him opening his shining red eyes in a flash, fully alert. 

Wonderful, now everyone is awake... 

“Sorry...” You wince, “Go back to sleep.” 

“What is wrong, Ch’acah?” Thrawn investigates, his large hand cupping your cheek tenderly. 

“Just a tummy ache. It will pass, sleep Ch’acah.” 

“It is your period, euhn Vutucni.” Thurfian casually drops, sitting on the edge of the bed as he stretches his spine. 

“How do you know?” You frown incredulously at him. 

He turns to you, tapping the tip of his nose with his finger and a raised eyebrow. Under you, Thrawn raises his upper chest to dive his nose in the crook of your neck to get a whiff. 

“Indeed.” He judges. 

You exhale a sound midway between a sigh and a groan. Your period is here, wonderful! How you missed them! 

You leave the bed, shaking your head, and head to the bathroom to check the damage with lights. Indeed you feel that unpleasant dampness between your legs as you walk in.  

Well... Those panties and shorts are ruined now, that is for sure!  

“Fricking... Frost!” You grumble, curled on the toilets as your periods rearrange your guts. 

You loved those shorts! 

Thurfian enters the bathroom uninvited with an empty glass and heads to the pharmacy cabinet to take out a painkiller. He fills the glass at the sink and turns to you, handing you the pill and the glass with a silent order in his regal eyes. 

“Thank you...” You try to smile at him but your period twists your organs making you wince unelegantly. 

“Take it. Thrawn is in the kitchens heating up a hot water bottle.” He explains sternly. 

You nod, placing the pill on your tongue and taking a large sip of water. You are infinitely thankful that humans and Chiss are near species, allowing you to eat the same foods and take the same medicines and painkillers. 

Thurfian takes back the glass that he lets on the sink, preferring to focus on you. You curl up, feeling a cold sweat rolling at your temples and fatigue seizing you. You let your head fall into your hands as your elbows rest on your knees, praying for the pain to go away quickly. 

Thurfian silently kneels before you, his hand coming to caress your cheek in silent compassion. 

“I am sorry... This is not glamorous, not worthy of a Patriarch’s eyes!” You tiredly joke. 

“Do not apologize for that, vutucni. Do you need anything?”  

His voice is cold and stern as always, but you can see worry and concern in his beautiful rubies. 

“My period underwears are in this cabinet.” You point. 

He retrieves a period panties that he hands you and pulls on your soiled shorts and panties without a fuss. He stands up and puts them in the sink, while you pass the panties on. 

“I need to wash them now.” You sigh, exhausted. 

“Do not bother. Thrawn will handle it.” Thurfian decides before leaving the bathroom. 

You flush and wash your hands and go to retrieve new pajama shorts. As you exit the room you see Thurfian inspecting the sheets and Thrawn returning with a big hot water bottle and a little box in his hand. 

“You have some work in the bathroom, Thrawn.” Thurfian doesn’t even bother turning to him as he orders him around, as usual. 

Thrawn glances at the bathroom door before giving you the hot water bottle that you immediately press on your lower tummy with relief. He opens the lid of the little box with ‘for emergencies’ written on it, to reveal small pieces of chocolate. You cannot help but gasp; they all look so delicious! 

“I figured it was an emergency.” He explains softly. 

You pick one and bite into it with childish delight. You moan as you savor the treat. 

“Thank you, Ch’acah.” You say with your mouth full, on the verge of tears. 

He tightly smiles and gently kisses your forehead before going to clean the bloodbath in the bathroom. 

You finish the treat, hearing the sounds of water in the bathroom, when you feel Thurfian circling your shoulders with his arm, pressing you against his warmer body. 

“Come back to bed, Vutucni. You know the first day is always the worst for you.” 

You obey and follow him, laying back under the covers, the bottle against your sensitive stomach and Thurfian spooning you against your back. You sigh, finally starting to relax as the tension in your muscles slowly dissolves, feeling Thurfian’s hand gently caressing the top of your head as he buries his nose in your hair, purring like a lazy big cat.  You feel his lips kissing your neck gently as he pulls you tighter towards his taller body, shielding you from the rest of the world. 

You sigh under his caress, reveling in his gentle attention, appreciating this rare moment when he allows himself to be softer for your sake. 

And a little bit of his own... 

After long minutes Thrawn reappears, wiping his hand with a towel. He remains at the door, observing you and Thurfian snuggling together, tilting his head at the sight. He disposes of the towel and reenters the bed careful not to move your body too much. 

“Did you properly wash her clothes?” Thurfian harshly demands before Thrawn gets too comfortable. 

“I saved them.” Thrawn simply retorts, unbothered. 

You internally roll your eyes. Those two need to chill out around each other... 

Thrawn smiles at you and presses his forehead against yours, caressing your cheek fondly. 

“Thank you.” You whisper to them both. 

“You are welcome, Ch’acah.” Thrawn responds in the same tone while Thurfian kisses your shoulder loudly. 

“Tell me if you need the bottle reheated.” Thrawn takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together. 

“Okay...” You nod, feeling slumber taking you again. 

You curl up around the bottle and feel Thurfian’s and Thrawn’s body following, wrapping themself around you in a warm hug. 

You feel so at peace in the arms of your two husbands, at your rightful place. 

Soon, two purrings resonate in the bedroom, as your two men try to get their fill of you without bothering you. 

You yawn, letting love take you to sleep, at last... 

----

Ch'acah - Love

euhn vutucni - little dove

Ch'acico - Beloved

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @Thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @elise2174 @davesrightshoe @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

[wisterialwhymsy]

sugar-dusted

first fic!! it started off with the brownie stuff and idfk what happened lol

lee felix x gn! reader wc: 1683 warnings: fluff, swearing, brief chronic pain mention

“Baby. Baby. Wake up!”

You wake up to the smell of overwhelming sweetness and an incessant poking.

You blink your eyes open, welcoming the sight of your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your shared bed, his fluffy blonde hair highlighted by the soft light shining through the open doorway.

You sit up “Love? What on earth? It’s-” 

You begin to turn to look at the clock before you are swiftly interrupted by your boyfriend shoving something in your mouth.

"What the f-" You try to mumble. The taste of warm brownies mixed with something very sweet quickly invades your senses. He quickly turns the bedside lamp on, making you squint.

“It’s good right?” His eyes light up when you nod.

“I had a dream where I was having this really good hot chocolate, with marshmallows in it! Then I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep but then I got an idea-” 

“Marshmallow brownies?” You interrupt, humming at his excited nodding.

“At-” You turn to look at the clock. “At 3:49am?” you ask incredulously, swinging your head back to the sheepishly smiling man.

“Maybe…”

“You are so lucky you’re cute.” You ruffle his hair as he giggles and buries his head in your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He suddenly jumps up, almost knocking his head on your chin. “OH!” His eyes are bright with some sort of new idea. He skitters towards the kitchen leaving you sitting there confused.

“Lixie. What?” You stand, haphazardly pulling on some pyjama pants before following your overly-excitable boyfriend.

“CANDY CANES!” You hear him yell from the other room.

“What the fu-” You reach the kitchen to see him searching the pantry, before turning to you with an adorable pout.

“We don’t have any…” He dejectedly says, eyes on the floor.

“Darling, why on earth would we.” You ask, cuddling the boy towards you.

“I don’t know… I was gonna make Christmas brownies…” He says, looking up at you with a heart shattering expression of sorrow.

“Baby, it’s like early November.” You gently pat his soft fluffy hair.

“I knowwww. But browniessss.” His eyes almost filled with tears.

“Oh sweetheart.” You gently cup his face. He pouts again before pressing his head into your chest. You hold him close, pressing soft kisses onto the top of his head for a few minutes before you get an idea.

“Wait, do you have tomorrow off?” You ask quietly. He nods his head against your chest.

“Okay, Woolworths opens at like, 7? I think. How about, we go back to sleep for now, but in the morning. We can go to the shops and get some candy canes? Oo, we could also get some other stuff and have a baking day together!”

“But Christmas is so long away.” He looks up, resting his chin against your chest.

“Ok and? We can start celebrating early!” 

“Really? Does this mean I can start giving you gifts?” His eyes develop a soft, almost mischievous glint.

“I- Sure love but not too many!” He gasps before trying to run towards your shared bedroom, grumbling when you catch his wrist, pulling him back towards you. 

“Not yet! Starting in the morning love.” 

“Pleaseeeeee” He pouts, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. 

“Oh my god don’t look at me like that!” You avert your eyes to the roof before quickly looking back at your adorably smiling boyfriend. 

“Pretty pleaseee” He sings, staring up at you.

You crumble. “Fine, but only if I can give you something too!” 

The smaller boy all but jumps for joy before pressing a quick kiss to your lips and running towards your bedroom, pulling you along by the hand.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

He sits you down on the bed before telling you to close your eyes. With your eyes closed you hear him shuffling about before you hear the sound of something dropping.

“Shit. I’m okay!” You laugh, resisting the urge to peek.

“You sure, love?” You ask between giggles.

You sense his presence in front of you shortly before you feel something being pressed into your hands.

“Open your eyes.” Your sweet boyfriend giggles.

In your hands is a small box, lovingly wrapped in a layer of light pink wrapping paper, covered with adorable little pink snowmen.

“Open it!” Your boyfriend says excitedly. You swiftly unwrap the gift, making sure you preserve as much of the wrapping paper as you can. As you unwrap it, a small velvet box is revealed to you. 

You open it almost instinctively. Inside you find a beautiful gold ring with a shining periwinkle gem in the centre, accentuated by two smaller lilac gems, which were surrounded by gorgeous twisting gold vines dotted with tiny purple and pink gems.

“Lixie. Oh my god. This is beautiful.” You whisper, almost lost for words. 

Silently, he picks up the ring before kneeling before you and looking into your eyes. You gasp, tears instantly filling your eyes.

“My love.” He starts, pink dusting his features. 

“I love you so, so, so much. You’re such a genuinely kind and wonderful person. You treat me with nothing but adoration and you make me feel like I can truly be myself. You always listen to me without judgement, you’re always there to hold me after long and hard days.” He pauses, his voice cracking and he looks away as tears spill from his eyes. You gently reach out and cup his face, wiping away the stray tears. 

“You always know how to make me laugh and you always have the best solutions and advice, even if it's a tiny trivial thing.” His eyes find yours again.

“You are the most perfect person I have ever met and there is nothing that would make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” You nod furiously, tears spilling from your eyes as he slips the ring on your finger. You leap into his arms, the two of you falling to the floor, your tears turning into laughs.

“I love you so, so, so much.” You whisper before leaning in and pressing kisses all over his face, making him giggle. “So fucking much.” You press a tender kiss to his mouth, savouring the feeling of kissing your new fiancee.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

15 minutes later, the two of you are cuddling up on your bed, inspecting the beautiful ring that now adorned your finger. 

“Y’know I had a whole plan- a romantic dinner and everything. But then you were just so sweet about the brownies and I just couldn’t wait.” He mumbles from where his face was pressed into the wide of your head.

“Hey! This was romantic!” You gasp, turning to face him. “Besides, we can still do that! Maybe we’d even get a free meal.” You elbow him, the two of you falling into another fit of giggles.

He laughs. “Mm I wish, but I don’t have another ring.”

“Oh wait, that reminds me! Wait here.” You smile cheekily before running off to your study, leaving your confused fiancee on the bed. You quickly run towards the wardrobe, digging around in the pockets of jackets until you find the small, familiar box and running back towards the room. You quickly crawl to sit atop of your beloved’s legs.

“Hi.” You say, smiling.

Felix laughs. “Hi baby. What are you doing?”

You take a deep breath. “Okay so you beat me to it, but…” You quickly fumble around and hold the now open box out in front of him. 

His eyes widen as he looks at the ring. The delicate gold band features a cornflower blue gem that shines with a soft, almost enchanting glow. It’s framed by two golden roses and small, intricate leaves entwined with tiny blue and white gems.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with tears.

“I was also going to do a whole romantic dinner but I feel like I will explode if I wait any longer.” You clear your throat, looking into your beloved fiancee's eyes.

“Felix. My Lixie. These last 4 years with you have been absolutely incredible. You are the absolute light of life and you make literally everything better.” You clear your throat, holding back your tears.

“You are such a genuinely incredible person. Your kindness inspires me every day. You are so selfless and so genuinely loving, even to people who do not deserve it. You’re always there to listen to me about my day, whether it was horrible or amazing. You always know exactly how to cheer me up and make me laugh. You have been there for me-” Your voice breaks and tears begin to spill down your cheek. Felix softly coos and wipes away the tears.

“You always give me such incredible advice and you make me feel like I am the best person alive.” 

“You are!” He whispers as you smile.

“You’ve been there for me during the hardest parts of my life and I genuinely don’t think I could’ve gotten to where I am without you.” Tears start falling down Felix’s face.

“You’re always there to hold me when my pain is flaring up, or to sing me to sleep when it keeps me awake. You’ve always been so understanding and willing to learn how to help me. I love you so much, more than words can even begin to express.” You press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I know that you already asked, but will you marry m-” You’re cut off by him pressing his lips to yours.

“YES! YES I WILL” He exclaims before pulling you in and pressing kisses all over your face. Between all of the kisses and giggles you manage to slip the ring on his finger.

“We’re getting married!” he giggles, pulling you into another kiss. You sink into his touch, savouring the feeling of his soft lips against yours as you lose yourselves in the joy of the moment. The world around you fades away, leaving you with only the sweet warmth of your entwined hearts and the soft laughter that echoes the walls of your home.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

My Yakuza Man (Ieyasu)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

(I ended up staying late again. I need to get home quickly. Huh?)

(Is that? No way, that can't be.)

On my way home from work, I glanced into an alleyway and saw a face I'd only seen once.

His milk tea-colored hair and refined features, paired with a somewhat curt demeanor, had left an oddly strong impression on me.

I couldn't help but stop in my tracks.

Ieyasu: "You're…"

(........)

Noticing my stare, Ieyasu turned to look at me.

His piercing gaze made me flinch slightly, but for a moment, his face, illuminated by a passing car's headlights, seemed worn out. Without thinking, I spoke up.

Mai: "Um, are you okay? Are you feeling sick? Wait, is that blood!?"

Ieyasu: "You're too loud."

Mai: "S-Sorry."

Looking closer, I noticed his left upper arm, where he was pressing down, was soaked with blood.

Ieyasu: "........"

Mai: "Ah!"

Noticing his body sway slightly, I instinctively ran over to support him.

He frowned slightly, looking down at me with a mix of discomfort and annoyance.

Ieyasu: "What are the chances of someone like you being here in this situation? You're incredibly unlucky and overly kind, too."

Ieyasu: "Why would you approach someone who's clearly dangerous?"

Mai: "Um, my body just moved on its own when I saw you were hurt."

Ieyasu: "Are you stupid? I'm fine, so leave me alone."

Mai: "T-Then at least let me call an ambulance!"

Ieyasu: "Absolutely not."

Ieyasu: "It's just a minor injury. I'm just tired, that's all."

(Is that really true? But maybe he doesn't want to draw attention. The first time we met, he had a weapon, after all.)

Seeing my hesitation, he sighed and began to walk away, his unsteady steps betraying his condition.

Ieyasu: "Stop being so nosy. Just so you know, reporting me would be pointless."

(What?)

His words hit a nerve.

His full rejection of my concern for him somehow made me stubborn.

Mai: "Fine. Then come to my place."

Ieyasu: "What!?"

And so, I half-forcefully brought Ieyasu to my home.

Ieyasu: "Hand over the first aid kit."

Mai: "Here."

Ieyasu: "........."

(Wow. He's cleaning the wound so efficiently. Is he used to this kind of thing?)

Ieyasu: "You don't have to stare so much. I told you, it's not a serious wound."

Mai: "Got it. Let me help wrap the bandage! It's hard to do that with just one hand, right?"

Ieyasu: "Hmm. Thanks."

Though his expression still showed reluctance, he nodded in agreement.

(He says it's not a big deal, but from my perspective, it's not the kind of injury you see every day.)

Even though I tried to stay composed, my hands almost trembled as I wrapped the bandage.

Unable to handle the silence, I spoke again.

Mai: "How did you get hurt like this?"

Ieyasu: "You're better off not asking. Unless you want to get involved."

Mai: "You're right."

Ieyasu: "........."

(Another silence.)

(For someone to end up with an injury like this, he really must live in a dangerous world so different from mine.)

Mai: "It's done. Um, I'll prepare something to drink!"

Without waiting for a reply, I quickly went to the kitchen to brew some tea.

When I returned, I found him staring at the plushie I'd displayed on a shelf.

Mai: "I made that myself."

Ieyasu: "Really? I thought it was something you bought."

(He looks a little surprised.)

Mai: "I'm a designer. That one's just a personal project, though. When I have free time, I love making things like that."

Catching a glimpse of his unguarded expression, I couldn't help but explain cheerfully. But what came next was an exasperated look.

Ieyasu: "Hmm. So you're into this kind of stuff. Got it."

Ieyasu: "But are you aware you're casually spilling your personal information to me right now?"

Mai: "Um, that's..."

(He's right. This guy is supposed to be dangerous.)

Ieyasu: "Well, whatever."

Mai: "Huh?"

Ieyasu: "If you want to talk, go ahead. I won't use it for anything bad."

Ieyasu: "Besides, do you really think you're worth using for anything?"

Mai: "No, I'm not!"

I immediately answered without thinking, and I noticed his eyes softened just a little.

Ieyasu: "See? I'll humor you for a bit, at least until I finish this drink."

Ieyasu: "You did help me, after all."

(Wait, did he just get embarrassed?)

The words he said so casually caught me off guard and made my heart flutter.

Ieyasu: "What are you smiling about?"

Mai: "Haha, sorry. I just thought maybe you're actually a kind person deep down."

Ieyasu: "Are you seriously saying that right now?"

(Huh?)

The atmosphere suddenly turned tense.

His piercing gaze felt like it went straight through me, making me freeze.

Ieyasu: "You're way too careless. You're letting a guy you've only met once into your home, even though you know what kind of world he lives in."

Mai: "But—"

Ieyasu: "There’s no buts. Maybe you dropped your guard because I looked weak, but…"

(----!)

Ieyasu suddenly leaned in close, placing his hand softly against the wall behind me.

Ieyasu: "If you leave yourself open like that, someone could easily devour you."

Mai: "........"

The proximity was so close that I could almost feel his breath, and my heart pounded like it might burst.

(His face is so close! What do I do? My heart's racing like crazy.)

I couldn't tell if this was fear or a dangerous thrill caused by the situation.

Ieyasu: "Why are you making that face?"

Mai: "Huh?"

Mai: "What kind of face am I making?"

Ieyasu: "Not telling."

He averted his gaze and stepped back.

(Ah...)

I caught a glimpse of his red ears, and my heartbeat skipped again.

He took a firm gulp of the tea, finishing it in one go.

Ieyasu: "Thanks for the tea. I'm already okay, so I'm leaving."

Mai: "O-Okay."

I hurried to see him off as he headed toward the door. He stepped outside and was about to close the door when his eyes met mine one last time.

Ieyasu: "Next time we meet, I'll repay you for today."

(----!)

With a faint smile and those parting words, he shut the door. I stood there, staring at it, feeling the heat on my cheeks rising as I became fully aware of my blushing face.

[hiroyildiz]

One Piece but Luffy is flirty as fuck.

This boy was raised on a bar until he was seven. He spend most of his time with Shanks in said bar and idolized that man. He heard so many things.

Then he was sent to live with literal bandits and I'll be damned if those dumbasses never tried to rip off rich assholes by schmoozing em.

There is also Ace and Sabo. These three tricked restaurants into believing they were an adult man. I can't imagine Ace not taking the role a little too far and flirting with waiters. Sabo was raised rich and he never grew out of that gentelmanly passive aggressive flirtation tactics that work on rich women, whick consisted of body language and small touches on the hands, shoulders and hair. After Sabo's incident it was only two of them Luffy would sweet talk people to distract them as Ace piled up dishes from the kitchen.

Worst thing is, he doesn't even know he is doing it. He is constantly using words like: love, honey, sugar, sweetheart, etc... and his crew just gets used to it along with pecks on the cheek and pats on their shoulders, arms, cheeks, legs... They know he doesn't mean anything bad by it but their first meeting were awkward at best.

Luffy: All this heat must be getting to your pretty head, what about you come with me sugar and sail the seas?

Zoro *thinking*: I will kill this guy.

-after all the fiasco-

Luffy: What do you say, love? Ready to go?

Zoro *thinking*: Wtf? I'm... gay?

Zoro: Aye aye, captain.

Luffy *twirling a lock of Nami's hair on his fingers*: You know stealing is bad, kitten.

Nami: Listen here you fuck-

Luffy: I knew your daddy, he was a nice guy, very handsome, just like you.

Nami, Usopp: WTF MAN???

(Zoro is getting the hang of Luffy-ism at the time so he doesn't outwardly react but still feels the shiver)

Luffy: All Blue can have all the fish at the sea, if only I get to keep you, darlin'.

Sanji *panicking bc some weirdo is flirting w him*: Nu-uh. I'm into women. Go away. Go. Just go!

Luffy: *Only ever addresses Vivi as Princess*

Luffy: The real monster is my heart, can't you hear it roaring?

Chopper *a doctor*: What do YOU MEAN YOUR HEART IS ROARING?!

Luffy: Sure u can stay Mama.

Robin: *morbidly curious and entertained*

Luffy: Wow, look at those guns, baby.

Franky: *too dense to know what flirting look like*

Franky: I know right. They are SUPER.

Brook: I can't feel anything. Why? Because I'm all bones and no skin! Yohohohoho!

Luffy: Does that mean you can't feel my love for you?🥺

Brook *panicked*: Of course I feel it! Deep in my bones! Yohohohohoho...

Luffy: You can have my heart mr. tall, dark and handsome.

Law * Slightly suspicious*: No thanks.

Luffy: U sure, sweetheart? It beats for u. *Wink wink*

Law *100% suspicious*: U-huh.

Luffy *At Wano*: Kids! Daddy is back!

Crew: *Cheers*

Jimbe *Resigned after Impel Down plus Marinefors plus Mermaid Island*: Yeah kids, daddy's home!

Everyone is mortified. Straw Hats are the flirtiest bunch u will ever meet. And Shanks doesn't even know what he has created.

[laduenadelswing]

Roommate Simon; Ghost x Reader

MDNI

Roommate Simon tends to run away from his feelings. After your kiss incident, Ghost withdrew from you, denying the affection and love he felt for you. The kiss made him feel so alive and energetic. He hated how much he loved it. He hated how safe and vulnerable he felt. Simon hated how much he appreciated you, since the first day his eyes lingered on you. He resented that he could distinguish your fragrance from anything else and knew exactly when you have been in the kitchen or the living room.

Simon Riley rarely smiled, but when the smell of your perfume hit him like a shot of heroin, he couldn't suppress his smile. You were way too kind and innocent for a war machine like him. You were way too innocent to realize that even when Simon was on a mission, he knew exactly what you were doing. Did you never really consider, that he might be so paranoid he keeps track of you?

He always had the opportunity to keep track on your whereabouts, but Simon never needed to be that intrusive, you were happy to tell him everything. When an exam of yours went well, you texted him. As your boyfriend broke up with you, you called him. That has been the best news Simon has received in his life.

While you were looking at some YouTube Videos on the couch, Simon had a nap. He was quite distant towards you after the kiss, you didn't want to push it any further. You hated yourself for being so stupid, to let him kiss you. You could know better than assuming he liked you that way. He was probably just stressed after a mission, you thought as the door rang. Who could ring your door on a Saturday afternoon?

“Hi, can I talk to Simon. Wait? Does someone called Simon, life here?”

A tall guy with a beautiful tan, a dark brown Mohawk and piercing blue eyes asked you directly. Who was that, and why would he want to talk to Simon? Your thoughts were racing like a Formula One car. “Speechless?” He asked as he punched your shoulder lightly. “Quit it Johnny!” Simons deep voice echoed through the flat. “Come in.” You smiled, as he glanced at you. Confused, you let Johnny in, gave him a drink and walked back into your room. Simon walked out of his bedroom, his eyes wandering over your body. He stopped at your face, your eyes piercing into his soul. Simon resented how much power you had over him.

“Lt. I didn't know you're that good with the Ladies. When did you plan to introduce me to her?”

"She's my roommate." he replied, his voice flat.

"Roommate, huh?" Soap raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, she's a damn fine-looking one."

Simon turned away, his gaze fixed on the window. He couldn't deny the truth. You were beautiful, intelligent, and kind. He'd fallen for you, hard. But he was a soldier, the ghost, who lived in the shadows. Love was a luxury he couldn't afford. He was a monster, and you were an angel. You were two worlds apart, destined never to meet, still you lived under the same roof. Ghost loved how caring you were, how your sweet gestures make him feel, how you're arms wrapped around his shoulders when you hug him sometimes. Simon would never forget, how your lips felt on his, your perfect lips melting into his. So plump and soft, the taste of strawberries laced on them. Intoxicating like Cocaine, for Simon equally addicting, since that he wanted to kiss you every day, everywhere. When you looked at him the morning after your kiss, a coffee into your hands, the hair messy and a confused look on your face.

Simon wanted to pick you up, throw you onto his bed and show you how much he loved you, how much he desired you, how much he worshipped you.

Johnny and Simon left the apartment to go to the city, drinking, catching up and talking about upcoming missions. Many pints have been emptied, as well as whisky and scotch which followed right after. Simon needed to unwind a little, Johnny was a welcome distraction of the battle of wills within him. Old friends catching up was a balm to his soul, he appreciated Simon more than he would ever admit, he was like a younger brother to him, a constance. Johnny was the closest thing he had to a family. Except for you, of course.

You were his home. When he had a rough mission, you were there. When he was promoted or praised, you were there. When he was at home unwinding, you were there. When he was starving, you were there to cook with him. The caring nature of your gentle soul made him so domestic. Furthermore, the way you walk around the apartment sometimes, blasting music and dancing around made him so happy, you seemed to have no care in the world. Simon loved that about you, the way you're so free and aloof, even when he is gloomy, sarcastic and stoic.

That night Simon was trying to be considerate, it was quite late. He wanted to give you some space, not to wake you up in the middle of the night. He crept into the apartment and saw you how he loved to see you the most, level-headed and free. You put in some headphones to distract yourself from the weird and unusual distance between the two of you. Dancing off your stress, freeing yourself from your overthinking. Simons gaze was fixated on you. The way you smiled, with your eyes closed, and the way you moved were so intoxicating.

When you saw Simon, you froze, how long has he been watching you? “Oh hi, didn't see you there.” You smiled nervously. Simon saw how nervous you became around him. He wanted to deflect the situation and deny his feelings, not hurt you. Simon loved you so much, but Simon knew his life wasn't easy, his work was demanding and dangerous. Simon never wanted you to suffer, because he wasn't there. “Are you alright?” You asked, your voice filled with worries. Why were you worried about him? He should be more worried about your feelings, about how you felt after the kiss. He couldn't just pick you up, kiss you, cuddle you and never talk about it. Simon saw how you tried to play it cool, he saw through it, the sadness in your eyes has given it away. So, Simon decided to do something he has never done before.

“I am sorry, luv.” He apologized to you. You looked stunned, probably just as stunned as Simon at that moment. Simon has never apologized to anyone before, he never really felt sorry for anything, until now. He knew that his actions hurt you, which was the one thing he never wanted to do. For once, you stopped yapping around him, Simon loved to hear you yap about the latest drama. You just stood there, a few meters before him. Simon stepped a little closer to you, stopped and observed your body language. You didn't signal anything. Thus, Simon took your hand and planted a gentle kiss onto it. You blushed, Simon had you exactly where he wanted you to be. “Why would you want me, luv? I am so cold, and you are like a Disney princess.”

He looked right into your eyes, into your soul. Simons coffee brown eyes illuminated your heart.

“ Simon, you're special.” You muttered, now Simon was surprised. You really thought that he, a ruthless killing machine, he was special. His cold heart melted after your confession. Simon, not a man of many words, hugged you instinctively. As your arms pulled him closer, he was like an addict who relapsed. The drug like influence you had on him clouded his judgment. Simon wanted to put some distance between the two of you, he loved touching you so much, he couldn't contain himself. Simon wanted to stay in control and not surrender to his primal desires, but as you looked him into the eyes and smiled sheepishly, it was over for him. After you started smiling, Simon picked you up, took you into his room, gently placing your body onto his bed. The primal desire reflected by the abrupt darkness in his eyes. You laid on his bed, a dinner served and ready for him to devour.

“Simon…” You wanted to ask what was going on, but his lips shut you up. “You have no Idea how often I think about you, princess.” Your blush darkened. Simon smirked. “Perfect.” His gaze wasn't fixated onto your eyes any more, the new target of his gaze were your lips. “Do you want this?” Simon asked for your consent, his deep and raspy voice filled with desire. You could feel the way your body reacted to Simon, a familiar knot in your stomach. You nodded.

“Say it.” He demanded,

“Yes, Simon, I want you.” Simon smirked. “ I will make you happy, Baby.” Simon promised, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you passionately, after that he attacked your neck, while his hands roamed over you. “Simon, you don't need to make me happy. I am happy if you are.” You were selfless as always, but Simon would make sure you were happy. For Simon, your dissatisfaction has never been an option.

“Shush it, luv. I am happy. Let me show you how happy you can be.” This wasn't a statement, it was a sensual promise. Simon kept touching you, his dreams coming true. He undressed you, until only your panties were left. The way Simon looked at you was truly mesmerizing. It was a mixture between a kid who plays with his new toy and a hungry predator. Simons hand gently pressed onto your lower belly, his unoccupied hands playing with your tits. Little by little, his touches became more demanding. At first, he fixated his attention onto your breast, softly kneeling your boobs as he planted even more kisses onto his neck. Your soft moans made Simon more eager to please you even more. He started sucking on your boobs, liking your nips before sucking on them as well. The knot inside you tightened, and you couldn't keep your voice down any more.

“Just like that.” He growled, moaning a little.

As he worked on your body, kneeling, your soft flesh like dough. Your judgement was clouded, and you couldn’t see straight any more. You tried to reach Simon to kiss him, but he pushed you back into the bed.

Simon fingered you slowly, passionately while sucking on your boobs simultaneously. He loved the way your back ached, and you only stammered incoherent senescence’s. He loved teasing you, dominating you.

Simon started obsessing over the fact that your eyes shut when his fingers hit your magic spot. Your wet count so intoxicating, simon could only let out a grunt as a sign of his admiration. He was way too busy playing with your boobs anyway. The knot in your stomach was ripping you apart as you leaned into Simon’s touch. Your wetness tightening around his huge fingers, Simon was so happy to see how much power he had over you. How happy he could make you. Your mindless smile after you climaxed, burned into his mind.

Determined to make your eyes roll back into your skull, he positioned his face in between your legs. Your legs were still shivering, but he wouldn’t let you relax. “Simon, please, I can’t.” You stammered, his princess was so exhausted after their foreplay, it was to die for.

Simon was starving, the deployments, the nights he was longing for you. You can’t complain that he was hungry for you, can you? Simon was about to feast. The taste of you was better than any Kentucky he could imagine. So he devoured your needy wetness, while one of his hands kept fingering you, the other pinching into your nip. Your moans became increasingly louder, the louder you moaned, the harder he became. As he noticed how your legs began to tremble again, he was pleased. Simon kept on going what he was doing, applying more pressure onto your sensitive areas. Your sensitive nips were his favourite targets. You became a trembling mess, shivering as your second climax washed over you. You were embarrassed that you just came into your roommates face, Simon, on the other hand, felt blessed. He got a taste of heaven, but he wouldn’t let you go that easily.

Simon admired his work first, afterwards he kissed your soft lip, afterwards he started attacking your collarbone, marking you as his. He smiled softly as he saw you all worked up.

Simon knelt between your open legs, as gently caressed them, putting them onto his shoulders. He unzipped his cargos, pulled down his pants as well as his shorts, showing of his length glazed with his pre-cum. A mixture of exhaustion and fear shot trough you. You shook your head, too scared of what he was trying to make you surrender to.

“I know you can do it.” Simon’s deep voice didn’t give you any options other than to surrender to his desires. He stroked his length a couple of times, rubbing it across your folds until it was covered in your juices. Simon pushed himself into you, stretching you as he entered your sacred body part. Simon prepped you so well, it didn’t hurt you too much any more, you could feel his impressive size, but the fact that he granted you two orgasms beforehand, made it easier for you to endure Simon’s size. His gaze lingered on your face, observing every micro movement which could indicate if you enjoyed this.

Simon was too pussy drunk to care about protection now. Instead, Simon pressed your legs down towards your belly, his thick cock reaching deeper into your pussy.

“My princess is doing so well.” He moaned, as he pressed your legs down further.

It was Simon’s turn to enjoy himself, despite that he played with your clit whilst fucking you. Simon wanted to pull another orgasm out of you. You looked so content after that, Simon needed to see it again. He was obsessed with the way your eyes rolled back into your skull, little did you know, that he would never let you go. A smile formed on your pretty face, as Simon pushed your legs down further.

He leaned in closer to your ear. “Such a good girl.” He purred, his deep voice, mixed up with his British accent, made your had spin, legs twitch and pussy clench. Simon sucked your tits as he fucked you relentlessly. You moaned his name again, it was music to his ears. Simon was close to losing his sanity. Your tight pussy, the moans, your soft body. It was too good to be true.

“Princess, let me know when you're close.” He demanded, the knot in his stomach was tightening. He couldn't resist it much longer. In your ecstatic state, you couldn't follow his orders. The beautiful tingle in your stomach took you over, it felt so dirty yet light and free. Getting fucked by your roommate, it's so nasty, but it wasn't just any roommate, it was Simon. Simon who carried you into your bed, who always looked out for you, who waited until you were home, who loved your cooking and who fucked you better than every boyfriend you ever had. You never expected Simon to be so selfless in the bedroom, but you loved that. If you had known this, you would have jumped on his lap the first time he visited your apartment.

The knot in your belly ripped apart, Simon who misjudged your ecstatic state, got milked by your soaking wet pussy. You milked him so well, he couldn't pull out. Simon growled. He did not mind it. Quite the opposite. Simon would love to put a baby inside you.

So he will definitely put you into the mating press again.

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[rinawantstosleep]

"Hot stuff!" Megumi giggles, the palm of one tiny, lather-covered hand pressing against the tip of your nose. The little one has recently been learning to speak, and, consequently, he's been picking up on the words said around him in the house. Most of those words come from Toji, who unabashedly calls you all sorts of pet names under the belief that Megumi's far too young to understand the context behind them. Apparently, he was wrong. But, really, he should've known better than to go around calling you 'hot stuff' in front of someone so tiny and impressionable.  

"What did you call me, baby?" You have to ask, a lilt of an amused laugh in your voice. Your eyes flicker momentarily over to Toji, who's leant against the doorframe of the bathroom, lips pursed in an attempt to prevent himself from howling out in laughter. He gives you a teasing shrug, one that's so lazy and effortless. 'Oops. My bad,' it says - even if he secretly finds this hilarious. 

Megumi squirms around in the bath for a few seconds, grabs two handfuls of suds, and then pats them onto your bare shoulders, trying to dress you up. Eventually, when the bubbles just end up cascading off of your wet skin, he lets out a small huff, bottom lip trembling and jutting out before he wraps his arms around your shoulders and snuggles up to you in the bathtub. 

"Hot stuff. Papa call you that." It's a small, adorable little mumble. Judging from the way you keep smiling, Megumi assumes he's said something right. Even his papa is now laughing. That must be a good thing, right? So, Megumi erupts into another fit of giggles, now pulling back and letting his little hands mess up your shampooed hair. Bath-times with his mama are the best! 

"Does he, now?"

Megumi nods his little head. He does! He can even name all the times he's heard Toji call you that name. It'd be too much to count one by one on his little fingers, but he knows there have been a lot of instances. There was that one time in the kitchen when you were feeding Megumi his breakfast. Toji had come up right behind you, one hand pressed firm against your belly and the other resting against Megumi's high-chair. 'You won't spoon-feed me breakfast, too, hot stuff?' To which you'd laughed and turned back to give Toji a little peck on his cheek.

Or, or! Megumi even recounts the time the three of you were cuddled up on the couch for movie-night. He'd been sitting on his papa's lap, just like he mostly prefers to, and eating the popcorn out of his little bowl. 'Pass me a napkin, would you, hot stuff? Baby's gonna get popcorn grease all over the couch at this rate.'

While cooking dinner together, while snuggling in bed together, while out in the garden picking little flowers to decorate the small vase on the dining table with. All of these times, Megumi's heard some form of endearment slip past Toji's lips - voice so absolutely smitten as his hands latch onto you. 

"Papa call you that all the time. Why?" His head tilts in confusion. As far as the three-year-old knows, you're mama. Your name's mama! He doesn't know why his papa would call you anything but. 

You have to stifle a laugh, cooing at his innocence. Even Toji can't resist the sight, and he's come up to the two of you, kneeling down next to the bathtub and combing a hand through Megumi's soaked, green apple-scented, shampooed locks. "Well, I love your mama too much, and that's how I show it."

That seems to be enough of an answer for Megumi. He loves you lots, too. So, the fact that his papa does things for you because he loves you is a concept well-grasped by the little one. Even Megumi does a plethora of things for you out of love. Drawing little doodles of you to hang up on the fridge is just one example of that. "Oh. But I love mama more."

That earns him a little ruffle of his hair from Toji, making the little one squeal out in glee as he kicks his feet around in the water. "Of course you do. You're her little sweetheart, aren't you? But don't go around calling mama 'hot stuff' again, okay? That's only for me to do."

Megumi looks at you, almost like he needs confirmation from you that only his papa is allowed to call you that. Obviously, he's a well-behaved kid and knows to listen to what his parents tell him to do, but when the two of you are present, he needs the dual assurance. 

"That's right, baby. Only papa can call me... that." 

"I not allowed to?"

"No, baby. You're not."

Megumi pouts for a few seconds, hating that he's been left out of this fun little name-calling thing that his papa is allowed to do. However, all of that completely erases itself from his mind as soon as he feels a hand playfully sloshing the tub of water he's in, creating even more bubbles. 

"Ah, papa! No do! You make a mess! And mama hafta clean it!"

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[ghostmoon1]

Dusted Rivalries - Chapter Five

Chapter Four | Master List | Chapter Six

Call of Duty Fic - Task Force 141 - Cowboy AU

Summary: You find a dog show being held locally in the newspaper, with a prize that can surely save the farm! But Simon is opposed to the idea...

Paring: You'll find out soon :3

Words: 2,072

Warnings: Swearing and arguments, mentions of smoking, Johnny being a flirt

A/N: RAHH I love this chapter quite a lot guys :3 I can't wait to move my focus back fully onto this fic, Comfy-Vember is a very nice break but I've been watching Yellowstone and now I'm getting more ideas for this. And a reminder, TAG LIST IS OPEN AND ALWAYS IS!!

Golden liquid you call it. Warm tea, warming up your insides on a cold morning. Sighing as the cool mug touches your lips, letting the liquid pool in your mouth for a moment to savour the sweet taste, then letting the warmth spread down your throat, feeling it warm you up like the sun. Pure heaven.

Until it was ruined by a thump on the dining table behind you.

Big bastard

You twirl around to see Simon throwing the newspaper on the table and slumping down in a seat, grumbling to himself as he takes out his phone. 

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” you mutter, more to yourself but he obviously heard.

“Shut it,”

You roll your eyes and grab the newspaper, sitting your tea on the table as you flick through the pages. “Hm… Dog show? Prize can include… oh my god up to ten grand?! That-”

“No.”

Simon's voice was sharp and cold as he moved across the kitchen to make his own tea. His movements were stiff, and tense. 

“What do you mean no? Ten grand could save the farm, John said-” you begin to argue back, but are quickly cut off by Simon again, slamming his mug down on the table. 

“I said no,” he growls, narrowing his eyes as he studies you, disapproval dripping off his features. You stare back, showing him that he didn't scare you. Well, he did a bit with the way he towered over you, but letting that show would only fuel his disapproval and judgment more.

“Why not?!” you argue, throwing the paper back onto the table and crossing your arms. You meet his gaze, fighting the urge to pull back and not be so stubborn. But if something like this were to work, it could help. He’d be eating his words if you got Dolly into it and won.

“She’s too old for that shit,” he snaps, putting his mug back down on the sink with a bit too much force. 

The words ‘too old’ leaving his mouth made you want to yank his hair and yell at him. “What. So, old dogs can't learn new tricks?” you bite back, anger coursing through you at the idiotic words you were hearing.

“Poor thing would break a leg if she tried doing the shit they do in those!”

“You just don’t believe in her.”

“I don't want our fucking dog getting hurt because of your stupid antics! This isn't even your place to be arguing back with me. If you want to do it get your own fucking dog!” he yells, striding across the room to get closer to your face, trying to get his point across. 

How satisfying it would be to just slap him. Of course you wouldn't, you’d probably be flying across the room within the next second if you tried. You settle on staring at him with a cold expression.

“Do you have any other ideas then? Or are you just gonna do shit nothing” 

“This is our fucking farm, our fucking home. Not yours. This isn't your battle,” he snarls before leaving, striding out of the room with anger radiating off him, it might as well left a sour smell behind. Your eyes stay on him until he’s out of sight, then sigh and bury your face in your hands.

Who knew trying to help would be so hard? He almost felt as stubborn as you, if not more. But what if doing this helped? What if you could save the farm, with the help of Dolly? Surely he’d be grateful after. If he wasn’t well… that's not your problem. Do it for the rest of them, they’d be grateful.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as John stepped into the room, walking past to pick up the newspaper. “What’s happening today, birdie,” he mutters, holding the newspaper out to read.

You huff and rest your chin on your hands so you can look at him. “The front page is talking about a dog show.”

“A dog show eh? Lemme see…” he mutters, glasses placed on his nose as he reads, his eyebrows knitting together as he concentrates. “Ten grand prize? Bloody hell… that could help the farm a lot.”

You nod, lifting your mug to your lips again, frowning as the liquid touches your lips. Bloody gone cold. “Simon doesn’t like the idea…”

“What’s the muppet got against a dog show?” He takes his glasses off and sets the paper down on the table again. He moves around the table to the kitchen counter, beginning to make himself some coffee.

“He thinks Dolly is too old. Has the mindset of ‘old dogs can't learn new tricks’,”

He hums in thought as he brings his freshly made coffee to his lips, the aroma staining the air. “He’s right about that, she’s an old girl. But that doesn’t mean she wouldn't enjoy doing something like that. She’s old, not unable.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, still active as a pup. She’d do well,” you murmur in agreement, aimlessly running a finger over the rim of your mug. You meet John’s gaze for a moment, studying the determination set in his features and the slight furrow in his brow he always carries.

“Think it’s time to teach the old dog some new tricks.”

You were heaving for air, hands placed on your knees to keep yourself upright. Your chest constricting in ways you didn't think were possible. You couldn't help but watch Johnny and laugh to yourself, seeing him running around the makeshift course you made to train Dolly with a treat in his hand to keep her following him.

“Old dogs’ more fit than you!” you tease, laughing as you watch him snap his head around to glare at you. 

“Bloody hell. I haven’t done this shit in a hot minute!” he yells back, almost losing his footing as he guides Dolly up a ramp, who was happily bounding over the course, nipping at the treat in his hand. “You're the one standing there doing nothin’! All outta breath and shit.”

“I ran around with her for an hour before you even got here! About time you're helping.”

He scoffs and pulls his hand back as Dolly tries to nip at the treat again, letting out a high-pitched bark of annoyance at him.

You sit down on one of the hay bales that you had carted up to the paddock behind the house. Setting the course up was hell, but if this all worked out in the end, it’d be worth it. Watching Johnny run around the course with Dolly was a sight you didn't expect to be witnessing today. You let your heart rate calm down, waiting for the thumping to stop ringing in your ears.

Soon enough Johnny retires from running around with Dolly, flopping onto the hay bale next to you, heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You watch as his chest rises and falls as he breathes, his mouth slightly open as he tries to take in as much air as he can. 

“Not as fit as I used to be…” he mutters, placing his hat on his chest and holding it there.

“You're still fit. Better than I am.” 

He lets out a chuckle and rolls his head over, looking over your features. The way your brows knit together as you thought, the sweat dripping down your forehead, the way your lips parted as you took in each breath, the shine of your eyes in the bright sun, the way his face reflected in your eyes.

“You ever get told how pretty you are, lass? Wee bonnie lass…” he mutters, noticing the way your cheeks become pink and warm.

“O-oh thank you,” you stutter, a smile spreading across your lips. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for longer than they should have, feeling the way your cheeks become warmer under his touch. 

“You love birds done there?”

Your whole body jerks up at the newcomer's voice, your head snapping towards the direction it came from. Kyle stood near the gate, arms crossed over his chest with a singlet top on, his muscular arms in full view. You feel your cheeks become even warmer, your skin burning and turning more red.

“It's not. That. We-” you stutter and stumble over your words. Darn, Johnny for being even the slightest bit handsy at the worst of times.

“Hey, Kyle!” Johnny cheered, his grin wider than ever, ignoring the fact he just had you blushing and stuttering like a schoolgirl.

Kyle laughs and shakes his head, coming to sit on the hay bale with the both of you. “How’s training with Dolly going?”

“She’s like a pup. Gonna put me out of commission soon with how much she's dragging me around,” Johnny mutters, watching as Dolly does a lap of the paddock before jumping on the hay bale with everyone, panting and nudging Kyle's hand as she flops onto the soft hay.

Kyle rubs her ear, watching the way she rolls over and leans into his touch with a grin. “Worn the old girl out.”

“She’ll do well for the dog show. If she can’t win, I doubt any other dog can,” you chime in, joining in with adoring Dolly with love and affection. She lets out a happy whine of contentment, tail hitting the hay as she calms down from her morning of training.

“She’ll win, for sure,” Johnny says, watching her with eyes full of affection and love. Everyone knew she’d do well, their Dolly would win the show for them.

Simon's hands grasped onto the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white as he looked out of the window onto the paddock where you had set up the makeshift course for Dolly to train on. He didn't want this. He knew Dolly could do it, he had faith in the old girl. But what if she got hurt? He’s seen what they do. What if she breaks a leg, and they can’t fix it? He can’t lose his old girl. She keeps him sane. Yes, so do the boys, but they make him feel insane sometimes too. 

He stared at you, Kyle and Johnny lying on the hay bale with Dolly in the middle, drinking up the affection and love she was receiving from everyone. He’d never admit how scared he was for her. That he could care about anyone, especially a dog this much.

“Don’t let it eat you, Simon,” John’s voice broke the silence of the kitchen, making him release a breath he didn't know he was even holding. His voice was like an anchor, bringing him back to reality, the present time where he was supposed to be.

“What if she gets hurt…” he mutters, his gaze not moving from the window as he unconsciously grips the counter tighter, enough to bruise his fingertips.

“She’ll be okay. The old girl keeps up with us when we go get the cattle in, a little dog show won't hurt her. She’s enjoying it. Look at her, lapping up all the attention,”  John says, joining him in looking out of the window at everyone else. “She looks happy.”

Simon sighs and rubs his face and leans over the counter. “I know… It’s just. She’s my dog, I picked her out as a pup. I can’t help but feel overly protective of her. If she gets hurt I can’t help but feel like it was me. I’m supposed to make sure she's okay and safe.”

John sighs and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently giving him support, trying to keep him grounded instead of floating off into his own mind. 

“I feel like it’s not only Dolly you're worrying about, is it?”

His jaw tenses and he keeps his gaze on the others, his whole body stiffening. “No. Just Dolly,” he grumbles before pushing himself off the counter and walking out of the room. John watches and sighs. There was something more behind it, he knew it. But he couldn't tell what.

With a sigh, John moved to the porch to continue watching you and the boys with Dolly, lighting a cigar before bringing it to his lips and letting the smoke fog his lungs, watching as he breathed the smoke back out and disappeared into the air.

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(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.