#on my hands and knees I NEED THEM TO TALK MORE

[takes1]

i would LOVE to know which haikyuu boys would be brat tamers… and perhaps their favorite kind of punishments? (overstim, spanking, denial, paddling, etc) :333

basically just an s/o who sasses them all the time, loves to tease and talk back, and loves punishment hehe :3

haikyuu brat taming headcanons (nsfw)

loved this idea! just didn't have the format for when it got requested, then it got buried. tbh kuroo was the hardest to place out of all the names!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

characters. bokuto, nishinoya, oikawa, suga, kuroo, shohei, osamu, tendou, kentarou, daichi, atsumu, mattsun, iwa, tsukki, suna, sakusa, kenma, kageyama, aone, asahi, ushijima, lev, koganegawa, hinata, akaashi, yamaguchi details. lots of kink discussion. (implied mutual understanding, consent, and communication) aged up characters.

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

spoils you in and out of the bedroom. this guy has too much love in his heart to ever catch a stern tone with you, and especially doesn't like to use his strength against you. that being said-- he will hold you down after your fourth orgasm, as you squirm and tremble, cursing at him that it's too much- you can't take it- and the like. he still kisses you through it, call you his pretty girl, but it doesn't change the fact that you do need to learn some manners. you love that you can never make him upset, and learn to love his endurance, the way he grins and baby-talks you through your tears, because he finds it so cute that you always think you can get away with being such a brat. (BOKUTO, OIKAWA, kuroo, suga, nishinoya)

bondage, blindfolding, restriction. something about robbing you of a sense after you act up has no other match. you're so confident until your hands are tied, useless, behind your back or above your head. he can leave you like that for as long as it takes for you to apologize, or admit that you're wrong. it's usually paired with some type of slow, and cruel play that keeps you just stimulated enough to enjoy it, before he steals it back. it's the most absolute reminder of control and dominance; he's the type to kiss you through a long, and difficult type of tie, because you're too pretty not to taste while he's rendering your arms at your sides, or restricting how much you can breathe. probably the most patient, and twisted, form of punishment. (SHOHEI, osamu, TENDOU, kentarou, AKAASHI)

spanking, striking. loves seeing a clear print of his oversized hand across your skin. he knows you love it, too. that's why you keep pulling petty bullshit to get bent over his knee again, and again, and again. tears might be pricking your eyes, you might yelp- but you can't help but look back, a bitten back smile once the sharp pain becomes a lasting sting. you'll bite him just to get a little lovetap across your face, because you love watching his surprise shift rapidly into this possessive, corrective arousal. it gives you a sense of connection beyond what kissing, or even sex, can give. because, really, who else is going to look at you like that, all preoccupied, full of lust, but secretly attentive, after they hurt you? (DAICHI, ATSUMU, mattsun, IWA)

denial is his game. he takes his time already, keeping you on your toes, frustrated and needy-- he's ultra gentle despite his ability and disposition, never wanting to let you get a true taste of what he can give you if it isn't earned. time with him is filled with baited breath, muffled, almost-there whines, and shaky fingers that stay clenched, only to yourself. don't think he doesn't notice it, just because it isn't explicit. that's his purpose. to read you, analyze you, like a slowburn, steamy novel. he can fuck you so good, but he won't. he wants you to be desperate. be a good girl first, then he'll let you cum. (TSUKKI, suna, sakusa, KENMA, kageyama)

not much of a 'tamer.' while usually opting for a softer, guiding vibe in the bedroom, if provoked enough, he will not just roll over. when he understands what you're trying to do -get a rise out of him- he wears a stern squeeze in his brow. he's all focused on your smile, calculating, like you've just spoken another language. he wouldn't strike you, and doesn't enjoy giving verbal harassment, because when would he ever need to learn those skills? he's gigantic and intimidating. all he needs to do is remind you that you probably shouldn't be barking up the wrong tree. a big, strong hand squeezes around your throat, he finds just the right position to show you that you can't move under him, and a whisper, asking you, "what did you just say?" that's all you need to be subdued. (AONE, ASAHI, ushijima)

he would hardly know what to do with you. the idea of domination/submission, brats/brat tamers probably gets him hard, but there's not enough blood to share between his brain cells and his dick to play around with you the way that you're trying to instigate. he would need to be taught how to fill that role long before you could get what you wanted out of him. (LEV, KOGANEGAWA, hinata, yamaguchi)

notes. if the name is in caps, then i felt like their category is 100% in my brain. if the name just lowercase, then i felt like they could easily be in another one too. rlly liked writing this!

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @megapteraurelia

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[fellominaarcher]

you belong to me - yoo jimin/karina

⤷ stripper!karina x gp!fem reader

⤷ smut (minors dni)

⤷ trigger warning: adult content, p in v (unprotected), violence, strip club (?).

⤷ note: this shit is terrible and this is my first gp smut :/

That’s the problem. Y/N is a frequent visitor at this elite strip club. What started as an innocent getaway out of curiosity about the whole concept of a strip club had led her to meeting Yoo Jimin — or as she goes by on stage, Karina.

Her stage name.

If she were to count, this would be her ninth visit in two months. That’s quite frequent, even for a regular customer at this club. In fact, she had spent the most money here recently. Entrance fees. Drinks. Snacks. Strippers.

But that’s not a problem for the current vice president of a certain corporation.

Until a certain dark-eyed dancer with a mean expression — a well-known performer here who attracts the most customers — entered the picture. Also the co-owner of Hellfire Club, she had successfully seduced and captivated the usually quiet Y/N.

“Hey!” a man — more specifically, a male waiter at the club — called out. “You again! Eyeing Karina again?” he teased as he took a seat next to her at the bar.

Y/N shot him a side glare, letting out a soft groan, a little infuriated by the sudden interruption of her little moment. She continued sipping her cold whiskey.

The waiter’s eyes followed Y/N’s gaze to where it was glued — Karina. His boss. One of the highest-ranking dancers at Hellfire. He hummed knowingly. “Just ask her out. You drive her home sometimes, and sometimes she even takes you into her room,” he chirped, offering his slightly unwanted opinion.

“My boss is gorgeous. I don’t blame you,” he added.

Still no response from Y/N.

Yes, there are rooms above the strip club. Private rooms for the highest-ranking strippers to entertain customers they’re interested in — for private performances and more.

“I’m just a customer. It’s delusional to think that a stripper might be into you just because of how often you come here,” Y/N finally spoke, taking another sip of whiskey. Good thing she’s a strong drinker.

Rarely drunk. Always in control. But when it comes to her nights with Karina, she’s drunken and weak — knees wobbling at the touch of her hands. The feeling of Jimin’s body.

It’s addictive, really. In fact, Y/N and Karina are almost like friends now — sharing bits of their personal lives and daily routines. They’ve even had lunch together twice after unexpectedly bumping into each other on the street. Y/N found it entertaining and surprisingly easy to talk to Karina.

Sometimes, she hoped Karina felt the same — that their conversations were more than just casual small talk, that Karina found it just as comforting and effortless as she did.

Most of Y/N’s nights at Hellfire were filled with sinful whispers and breathless moans shared with Karina, indulging in carnal needs that translated into physical desires neither of them could resist.

The male waiter scoffed at Y/N’s earlier words. “I’m just saying. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry her right away,” he teased. Y/N fell silent because, as irritating as he was, he wasn’t wrong.

Her gaze drifted back to Karina, and her jaw clenched, brows knitting together. It was a sight she wasn’t expecting — and certainly not one she wanted to see.

Karina was sitting at another table with another regular, Juyeon — the chaebol guy. The waiter, noticing Y/N’s change in expression, leaned closer. “Oh, that’s Juyeon. He’s been coming in a lot these past few weeks,” he informed her as she leaned against the bar, eyes locked on the scene before her.

Karina hadn’t noticed Y/N had arrived to pick her up for the night. She was too busy leaning in to hear Juyeon’s words over the heavy bass pounding against the club’s walls — and Y/N’s heart.

Juyeon said something funny, making Karina chuckle softly — the kind of laugh that wasn’t forced. The kind that made her eyes sparkle. The kind that made Y/N’s chest tighten.

“Why not? I like dad jokes too,” Juyeon grinned, earning a small smile from Karina.

She nodded slightly, scooting a bit away from him. It was midnight, and all Karina wanted was to leave the club, go home, and rest. But Juyeon’s presence made that harder. He had shown interest in her recently, and tonight was no different.

A few older men — the usual types with gold bands around their fingers and families waiting for them at home — beckoned for Karina to continue dancing for them. She was too exhausted to entertain their sleazy smiles and wandering eyes tonight.

Juyeon, however, wasn’t giving up. He wanted to see Karina on the pole, to have her undivided attention — even if it meant outspending everyone else just to get her alone in a private room.

“This is hard to watch,” Y/N muttered, downing the rest of her whiskey in one swift gulp.

Karina, on the other hand, felt suffocated. She needed to escape, even if this was her own club. The co-owner, barely sincere in her performances anymore, was growing weary of showing herself off to men who didn’t really see her.

“Please, Karina, just for a ni—” Juyeon reached out, grasping her wrist.

A loud crash shattered the tension in the room.

Gasps echoed through the club, the DJ immediately cutting the music, leaving behind an awkward silence punctuated by the faint scratch of the halted track.

Karina’s eyes widened, both hands covering her mouth in shock.

Juyeon dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, clutching his head tightly as blood trickled down his face.

Y/N stood over him, her hand still clenched from smashing her whiskey glass against his head. Thin beads of sweat lined her hairline as she gritted her teeth, glaring down at him.

This was her territory.

Karina stared at Y/N, utterly stunned. Relief flickered within her — someone had come to her rescue. But she wasn’t expecting this. Not here. Not in her club.

“Don’t you ever dare look at her again,” Y/N stated coldly, her voice laced with quiet fury. She wanted to blame it on the whiskey — maybe it was the Laphroaig clouding her judgment — but deep down, she knew better.

This wasn’t the alcohol talking.

This was possession.

Juyeon swayed, his vision blurring as he groaned in pain. Blood dripped sluggishly down his face, and he gritted his teeth, trying to regain his balance. Karina's eyes flickered between him and Y/N before she finally exhaled the breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

She didn't care about Juyeon. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her away. The murmuring crowd had already begun to close in, eager to watch the chaos unfold, but Karina had no intention of cleaning up Y/N’s mess. Let someone else deal with it.

Y/N let herself be dragged, though Karina’s grip was tighter than necessary—possessive, almost. They weaved through the dimly lit hallways of Hellfire Club, the heavy bass of the music still thudding in the distance. The scent of whiskey, sweat, and expensive perfume clung to the air, but all Y/N could focus on was the heat of Karina’s hand on her skin.

The moment they reached the private room, Karina shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind them. The muffled echoes of the club faded into silence.

Then she yanked Y/N’s hand from her own grasp.

“That was uncalled for! Why’d you do that?” Karina’s voice was sharp, a mix of frustration and something else — something raw, something shaken.

Y/N stood tall, but her gaze stayed on the floor. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs, her breathing uneven. What the hell had she just done?

She hadn’t planned to smash that glass against Juyeon’s head. It wasn’t premeditated. It wasn’t logical. It was instinct.

Because the moment she saw Karina laughing with someone else, leaning in close, touching someone who wasn’t her, something inside her snapped.

"I hope you're not expecting me to apologize," Y/N finally said, lifting her head to meet Karina’s eyes. Her voice was low, rough, laced with something dangerous. "I don’t think I did anything wrong at all."

Karina’s breath hitched.

The way Y/N was looking at her — it wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was darker than that, deeper than that. Possession. A claim, unspoken yet impossible to ignore.

And the worst part?

Karina wasn’t sure if she hated it.

Her own gaze softened, but the conflict still lingered in her chest. Y/N had come to her defense. Protected her. But the violence — it wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she took a step forward, closing the space between them.

“Are you… okay?” Karina murmured, her voice gentler now.

Her fingers ghosted toward the back of Y/N’s head, hesitant, searching.

Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t flinch.

But her dark eyes never left Karina’s.

"I fucking hate anyone who touches what's mine." It's a matter of statement, stated by Y/N.

The tension between them crackled like fire in the dimly lit room, burning too hot, too fast, and neither of them could stop it now.

She just stood there, letting Karina’s fingertips barely ghost over her scalp, her body thrumming with something electric.

Without thinking properly, Y/N tugged Karina's closer into her by her arm and her gaze drifted down on Karina's eyes then kissable pinkish lips. Y/N gulped at the closeness between them and she took a deep breath as she grew needy for the beautiful woman.

Y/N leaned in and capturing Karina's lips in a deep yet gentle kiss. She could taste the lingering sweetness from Karina's pinkish gloss on her tongue and she pulled back carefully, her eyes opening again as she bored into Karina's eyes.

Karina melted into the kiss, she didn't hate that and she was kinda looking forward to fuck Y/N again whenever Y/N decided to be a customer again in Hellfire Club.

"Oh baby, you're in a big trouble," Karina whispered and she was fighting the smile that was threatening to form, "Seeing you like that was hot, though." She placed her hands on Y/N's chest and pushed Y/N to the bed.

Karina crawled in the bed right after pushing the taller woman, she got on top of Y/N and straddled her hips then looping her arms around Y/N's neck and her lips immediately pointed their way towards Y/N's lips.

Kissing again and invading Y/N's mouth as her wet tongue pushed into so she could make the kiss all better. More steamy.

Y/N was happy to be here and she had been looking forward to spend the night with Karina whether it is driving the co-owner of Hellfire Club to home or spending the night between Karina's legs. The latter is so much better.

Y/N broke the kiss because she can't no longer hold the grin and she gazed into Jimin's half lidded eyes and her hands roaming over Karina's curves, "I don't like saying sorry but if I have to this is how I'll say 'sorry', Karina," Y/N spoke, her voice is almost a whisper.

Karina smirked as she listened to Y/N's and she let out a soft chuckle, "Sounds toxic. If you fight with your girlfriend and you'll say sorry through intimacy?" Karina questioned Y/N in a teasing manner and leaned in again to give a quick peck.

"Manipulative." Karina added.

Y/N captured Karina's mouth again, kissing her deeply as she began to strip off her skimpy outfit. Y/N tossed the pieces aside carelessly, her hands eager to explore every inch of Karina's silky skin. She cupped Karina's breasts, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled under her touch.

Karina gasped into the kiss, arching into Y/N's hands. "Mmm, that feels good. But you're wearing too many clothes."

Y/N chuckled, nipping at Karina's bottom lip. "Let me take care of that for you, gorgeous."

She reached for the buttons of her own shirt, fumbling slightly in her haste to be naked with Karina. Once she had shed her shirt, she tugged off her pants and underwear, baring herself fully to Karina's heated gaze.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Karina breathed, her eyes roaming over Y/N's body.

Y/N's cock twitched at the praise, already hard and aching for Karina's touch. She stepped closer, pressing her body against Karina's as she kissed a trail down her neck and chest. She lavished attention on Karina's breasts, suckling and licking until Karina was writhing with need.

Karina tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, holding her close as she moaned her pleasure. "Please, Y/N. I need you."

Y/N knew exactly what Karina needed. She slid her hand between Karina's thighs, stroking her wet folds and teasing her clit. Karina spread her legs wider, giving Y/N better access.

"Yes, just like that," Karina panted, her hips rolling into Y/N's touch. "Make me come, baby. I want to feel good for you."

Y/N obliged, curling her fingers inside Karina's tight channel as she sucked hard on her nipple. Karina cried out, her body tensing and shaking as she came hard around Y/N's fingers.

As Karina came down from her high, Y/N gentled her touches, stroking and petting her soft skin. She peppered kisses along Karina's body as she murmured words of possessiveness.

Karina looked up at her with hazy eyes, a lazy smile on her face. "That was amazing. But I think it's time for round two."

Y/N grinned, feeling her cock throb in anticipation. "Whatever you want, baby. I'm all yours." said Y/N and this woman made her feel weak already.

Karina reached down, wrapping her hand around Y/N's shaft and giving it a firm stroke. Y/N groaned, pushing into her grip. "Fuck, that feels so good." It feels so good and she threw her head back.

Karina pumped her hand along Y/N's length, teasing the tip with her thumb. "I love your cock, Y/N. I want you to cum for me." Karina teased Y/N seductively.

Y/N thrust into Karina's hand, desperate for more friction. "It's all for you, baby. I only get hard for you."

Karina guided Y/N to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress. She straddled Y/N's hips, rubbing her wet folds along Y/N's thick cock. "I need you inside me, Y/N. I need to feel you fill me up." Karina's voice is softer and quivering now.

Y/N reached between them, positioning her cock at Karina's entrance. She rubbed the tip along Karina's slick folds, teasing them both. "Are you ready for me, baby? I'm going to make you feel so good." There's a bit of push and pull dynamic between them.

Karina nodded, sinking down onto Y/N's cock with a low moan. "Oh fuck, yes. You feel so good inside me." She moaned out and Y/N thought it was one of the sexiest sound to hear.

Y/N gripped Karina's hips, thrusting up into her tight heat as Karina rode her. They moved together in a steady rhythm, bodies glistening with sweat as they lost themselves in the pleasure.

"Fuck, that feel so good," Y/N panted, her hands roaming over Karina's body. "You're mine, Karina. Only mine."

Karina leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a searing kiss. "Yes, all yours," she breathed against Y/N's mouth. "Now make me come on your big, beautiful cock."

Y/N did as she was told, pounding into Karina with renewed vigor. She changed the angle of her hips, hitting that special spot inside Karina that made her see stars.

"Yes, right there," Karina cried out, her walls clenching around Y/N's shaft. "Fuck, I'm going to come!" Y/N exclaimed in pleasure.

Y/N felt her own release building, her body tensing as Karina rode her harder and faster. They came together, bodies shaking and crying out each other's names as they found their pleasure.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together on the bed, basking in the afterglow of their intense sex. Y/N held Karina close, pressing soft kisses to her hair.

Karina smiled against Y/N's chest, snuggling closer. "I think I need to have more taste of you. I don't even allow my regular customers to be around me this often, you know." Karina stated as a matter of fact.

Y/N chuckled and both of them are taking a few minutes to recuperate before they have to leave this place. Y/N and Karina both knew that this is never going to be the last time for them to meetup like this.

[digitaldaydreamm]

unspoken claim

rafe x childhood friend!reader

| summary | you tried the 'ick' trend you saw on tiktok out on rafe to see how long it would take to annoy him

warnings: cursing, reader annoys rafe and he's a little drama queen about it

a/n: i just love making hot men angry :p

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You could tell Rafe wasn’t exactly thrilled by your idea, but that never stopped you. The ick challenge had been floating around for a while, and today, you were determined to annoy the hell out of him. You had the perfect plan—make a list of the most ridiculous icks you could think of and see how far you could push him before he snapped.

You pulled your phone out, aiming the camera at the two of you. “Alright, Rafe, let’s do the ick challenge. I'll just say a few things you do that annoy me. It’ll be fun.”

He looked at you, eyes narrowed in irritation. “This is fuckin’ dumb.”

“Come on,” you insisted, already grinning. “Just one round. A couple icks.”

Rafe groaned but gave in. “Fine. But this is the last time I’m doing something this stupid with you.”

You pressed record and turned the camera back on both of you. “Okay, so first... You always have to give me a lecture about how to ‘be safe’ when I go out. I’m a grown-ass woman, Rafe. I know how to look both ways before crossing the street.”

Rafe shot you a look like you’d just cursed him out. “You never listen to me. Don’t act like I’m over here telling you to wear a helmet and knee pads to go to the grocery store. I’m just lookin’ out for you.”

You could see the annoyance bubbling beneath his tough exterior, but you pressed on. “Sure, sure. But also, you never let me carry anything. We’ll be out and about, and you’ll just grab the bags, even when I’m totally fine carrying them.”

“Because I don’t want you strainin’ yourself,” he growled. “If you weren’t so damn stubborn, you’d let me do it.”

You smirked, loving how easy it was to get under his skin. “Right, I’m sure it’s all about you being ‘helpful,’” you said, sarcasm dripping from your words. “Next thing, you hold the door open for me because you’re ‘polite' and get mad if i open my own door."

Rafe scowled. “I am polite. What’s your point?”

You shook your head with a dramatic sigh. “Okay, well, you have this whole routine when you get home. You take off your shoes by the door so slowly. Like, what is that? You’re literally just taking off shoes, Rafe, not preparing for battle.”

“Don’t make fun of my routine. It’s called not tracking dirt into my place, alright? I’m not some slob.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you said, crossing your arms. “You always put your hoodie on the back of the chair and it stays there all day. It’s like you think it’s a coat rack.”

Rafe rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t want to wrinkle it. It’s not like you don’t leave your shit everywhere either.”

“Okay, okay,” you shot back, loving how he was getting a little worked up. “You always ask me if I’m ‘good’ when I’m just sitting on the couch. Am I supposed to be doing something? I’m literally just chilling, Rafe.”

“Because you act like you’re about to pass out or something. I’m making sure you’re not about to fall asleep in the middle of the day.”

You threw your hands up in mock disbelief. “Oh, but wait, there’s more! You get so mad when I eat my food before you. Like, it’s just a fucking sandwich, Rafe. You’ll give me this look like I’ve just committed a crime.”

“I’m just sayin’, you’re supposed to wait for me,” he muttered, clearly annoyed.

You leaned in closer, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Also, you always wear those damn golf shorts. Seriously, what’s up with that? Are you carrying a golf club in those pockets?”

“They’re comfortable, alright? You're one to talk, you dress like a grandma sometimes,” he fired back. “You’ve got those goddamn oversized sweaters with a billion pockets in ‘em.”

You giggled. “Touché. But speaking of clothes, you’re obsessed with making me wear your shit. I don’t need your hoodie every single time I come over, Rafe.”

“You’re literally freezing when you come over. I’m not lettin’ you freeze your ass off just because you think you can tough it out.”

“Mmhm, right,” you teased. “You always act like you’re too good to eat fast food. It’s just a burger. Stop acting like you’re above it.”

"Because I don’t need to eat that shit. You eat fast food, you turn into fast food. Simple as that.”

You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head. “Oh, but the best one, the absolute best one? You literally can’t ever let me do anything without you hovering like some kind of damn helicopter. I’ll be putting my shoes on, and you’re right there breathing down my neck.”

“I’m making sure nothin' happens,” he shot back quickly, the vein in his neck tightening. “You need help with everything.”

“Right, of course,” you said innocently, loving every second of his escalating frustration. “Okay, last one: You always text me like twenty times a day to check in. ‘What are you doing? You okay? Where are you?’ I’m not a child.”

“You think I don’t know what could happen out there? People are crazy, alright?” Rafe shot back, his tone suddenly rougher. “And I don’t trust anybody with you. That’s why I check in.”

You smirked, leaning back to take in his response. His brows were furrowed, jaw clenched, but there was something else behind his eyes that made you pause. You didn’t quite know if it was pure protectiveness or something darker, but it had your attention.

Before you could think about it too much, Rafe snatched the phone off the table with a growl, stopping the recording. “Alright, that’s it,” he spat. “You’ve had your fun. I’m done with your little games.”

You blinked, trying to figure out if he was really mad or just messing with you. But the way he looked at you—like he was holding back—made you hesitate.

“Rafe, come on, I was just—”

He tossed the phone onto the couch. “Next time, don’t push it. If you keep testing me, you won’t like what happens next.”

You swallowed hard, realizing this was one of those moments when maybe, just maybe, you pushed a little too far.

“Okay, okay, no more icks, I promise.”

Rafe stared at you for a beat longer, then a smirk crossed his lips. “Damn right.”

[coryndoll]

waking up to you ₍₁₂₎

plot ── you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

content ── this a long one i fear, another journal entry (u can literally see it right there help), rafe being as bf as he can, more ward awkward avoiding tension, some talks !! reader taking a few more steps to coming home

authors note ── ermm hi guys, I FINALLY FOUND THE TIME TO WRITE. lmk if u still wanna be part of this tag list, i was unable to keep up with any of my last requests for this series on the last part because its been 2 months so please lmk now or turn my notifications on !! <3

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‘ it all came crashing down again. family dinner at the camerons. i swear i tried, i really did. i didn’t want to be that girl anymore. the one they all whisper about behind my back, the one they think is just a spoiled, bitchy princess. i really thought i was getting better. but i guess i was wrong.

i’m so angry at myself, i can’t even see straight. i was rude. i didn’t mean to be, but i was to everyone. & i know they saw it. i saw the looks, heard the tension. i could feel it, like they were all waiting for me to screw up. waiting for me to be the person they’ve always known. i tried to prove them wrong, but i ended up just making it worse.

and sarah?? she just doesn’t get it. i don’t even know why i said half of the things i did. she said something that just triggered me & i couldn’t stop myself.

i just started spitting out words, things i probably didn’t even mean, all because i wanted to hurt her the way i was hurt. because i couldn’t stand the thought that maybe they were right about me. & rafe had to intervene too. it was so fucking embarrassing.

it was like the moment she opened her mouth, i became that girl again. the girl who can’t hold her tongue, the girl who lashes out when she feels cornered. & maybe that’s exactly what i am. maybe i haven’t changed. maybe they were right all along.

it’s like, every time i try to take a step forward, i end up falling so far back & i can’t even pick myself up anymore.

like what’s the point of changing if nothing changes? what’s the point of trying to be better when people are always going to see you as the same bitch you’ve always been?

maybe i really haven’t changed. ’

the journal is gripped tightly in your hand as you read the words that spill from the page, feeling the weight of the other y/n’s heartache.

everything she says, all the bitterness and the regret, it feels so raw, so real, and it stings like something you’ve felt before. you don’t know if you’re even supposed to feel sorry for her, but something tugs at your chest still.

the y/n who wrote this, she really believed it, didn’t she? she believed she hadn’t changed, that no matter how much she tried, she was always going to be stuck in this version of herself. the girl who could never win.

a soft sigh slips from your lips as you shut the journal with a soft thud. you toss it onto the desk like it might catch fire if you hold it any longer and lean back in the chair with a sigh.

for a moment, you just sit there, staring at the closed journal, your thoughts spinning. it’s clear now how much that argument with sarah weighed on her.

even if sarah and rafe don’t care about it anymore, because they don’t, right? otherwise, sarah wouldn’t have been so friendly when you first landed here, and rafe wouldn’t have looked so damn happy to wake up next to you. her.

but jesus, it must’ve taken a toll if she felt the need to spill her guts onto these pages.

you run your hands back through your hair, bringing your knees up to your chest as you try to make sense of it all. so, what’s the point of this? why are you here? why her? you don’t get it. any of it. but for some reason, it feels like time is slipping through your fingers, like there’s some invisible clock ticking down, and if you don’t figure out what the hell you’re supposed to do soon, you’ll never make it back home.

your chest tightens at the thought, and you look back at the journal on the desk. it doesn’t hold the answers you need, but for a second, you feel like maybe it’s the only thing tying you to the pieces of her life.

you will get back home.

you have to.

the first floor of the home feels colder than you expected, but you can hear something downstairs in the basement. it’s just muffled voices, sarah’s laugh, rafe saying something you can’t quite make out.

you take a slow breath, pulling your jacket tighter around your body as you walk down the steps. the closer you get, the more your chest tightens, like you’re walking into something you’re not supposed to see.

from the last few steps, you spot them. sarah’s leaning against the glass wall of the wine cellar, arms crossed loosely over her chest, her head tilted back in laughter. rafe is crouched inside the glass room, fiddling with something in his hands, while ward kneels near an empty wine rack, muttering something under his breath.

you haven’t been down here yet. the room feels so untouched, so pristine, like it belongs in one of those glossy magazines about rich people’s homes. there’s a bar in the far left corner of the room, the walls are lined with racks of expensive wine bottles, each label perfectly aligned. the air is cooler here, crisp and sharp, carrying the faint scent of oak and something else you can’t quite place.

rafe is the first to notice you. he glances over his shoulder as he stands, his foot pressing against the ground for balance. his hands fidget for a second before he straightens, brushing them over the front of his shirt. sarah notices his distraction and follows his gaze, her laugh fading into a quiet smile as she turns to look at you.

and then there’s ward. crouched near the wine rack, he drags a hand down his face and jaw, his movements slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to collect himself. when his eyes meet yours, the air shifts.

the tension is immediate. it always is.

you feel it in the way sarah and rafe go quiet, not because they have anything against you, but because it’s almost instinctual when ward’s in the room. you can’t blame them.

rafe’s the first to move. he runs a hand over his buzzed hair, his lips parting like he’s about to say something to ward, but instead, he steps out of the glass room and toward you. his hand reaches out to gently grasp your shoulders, his touch grounding.

“hey, babe,” he says softly, his voice low enough that it doesn’t carry far. “what are you— what are you doing up here? i thought you said you were reading.”

right, the lie you told him so you can read his real girlfriends journal.

you open your mouth to respond, but ward cuts in from behind the glass. “it’s fine, rafe,” he says, his tone even but clipped, like he’s dismissing the entire situation before it can escalate.

rafe’s grip on your shoulders tightens for a moment before he glances back at his dad. you follow his gaze, your eyes locking on ward as he stands, clearing his throat. his hand drags down his beard again, and he turns his attention back to the wine bottles.

he adjusts one of them, then another, like he’s mentally calculating if they’re placed correctly. finally, he straightens, his shoulders rolling back as he steps out of the cellar.

rafe’s hand slides down to yours, his fingers wrapping around yours as he gently pulls you off the stairs and onto the tile floor. ward doesn’t say anything as he walks past. he nods at you, a brief acknowledgment, before continuing up the stairs.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, trying to ignore the knot forming in your stomach. what could this version of you have possibly done to make him act like this all the time?

rafe looks back at sarah, who’s still standing near the wine racks, her expression unreadable. then he turns back to you, his voice softer now. “i’ll be back, alright?” he says, squeezing your hand gently. “we can watch our movie tonight.”

“but dad wanted to watch that new movie with us in the living room tonight,” sarah pipes up, her voice cutting through the quiet. she shifts her weight, her arms crossing over her chest. “are you seriously bailing on him again? you already did last month. he’s not gonna be so happy.”

rafe’s jaw tightens, and he snaps at her, “yeah, but dad is never happy.”

you know that isn’t true. ward was literally just laughing before you came downstairs. rafe’s just trying to make you feel better, to shift the blame onto someone else.

he looks at you again, his gaze softening. “i’ll be there soon, okay?” he promises, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips before disappearing up the stairs.

you stand there in silence, your arms wrapping around yourself instinctively, as if to shield against the invisible judgment that seems to follow you everywhere in this house.

you’re not even sure why you feel this way. it’s not your fault ward doesn’t like you. it’s not even you he doesn’t like. but being in the place of someone who carries so much baggage with him makes it impossible not to take it personally.

you glance toward sarah, who hasn’t moved from her spot near the bar. she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at you with an unreadable expression. then, with a light shrug, she pulls out a stool and sits down, leaning her elbows on the bar behind her.

“hey,” she says casually, her voice cutting through the quiet, “at least he only left the room this time. you know, instead of muttering something under his breath like he used to.”

your brows furrow, and for a moment, you just stare at her, trying to figure out if she’s serious. she’s smiling, clearly trying to lighten the mood, but her words settle awkwardly in your chest.

you huff, crossing the room and sliding onto the stool next to her. “is that supposed to make me feel better?” you ask, your voice low and a little sharp, though not intentionally.

sarah’s smile falters. her shoulders straighten, and she tilts her head slightly, studying you. “i mean . . .” she starts, but then stops, her frown deepening. “you’re really upset about this, huh?”

you don’t answer right away. you just look down at the polished wood of the bar, tracing an invisible line with your finger.

sarah doesn’t press you for a response. instead, she leans back a little, resting her hands on the edge of the bar. “look,” she says after a moment, her tone softer now, “i know my dad. he’s . . . stubborn. i mean like, painfully stubborn. me and rafe and even wheezie get it from him. but he’ll get over it. he always does. and honestly, he’s kind of stupid if he doesn’t see you for who you really are.”

you glance at her, surprised by the conviction in her voice. “and who am i, exactly?”

sarah smiles, but it’s not the teasing kind you’re used to. it’s thoughtful, almost sad. “you’re someone who loves my brother. and i mean, really loves him. i never thought i’d see that, you know? someone like you, loving someone like rafe.”

your brows knit together, and you shift in your seat, tilting your head. “someone like me?”

she hesitates, her gaze dropping for a second before meeting yours again. “yeah,” she says quietly. “you’re . . . you. independent, smart, ambitious. you don’t take anyone’s crap, not even his. and trust me, he needs that. but more than that, you’ve always been real, like authentic. even when you were kind of a bitch, and sorry, but you were sometimes, you were just . . . lost. we all were.”

her words hit you harder than you expect, and you’re not sure why. maybe it’s because she’s seeing y/n, like really seeing her, in a way that no one else in this house seems to.

“you’ve been one of my best friends for years,” sarah continues, her voice steady but warm. “even when we weren’t as close, i always knew you were still you. and now? now, you’re finding yourself again. and it’s really good to see. even if it took my idiot brother to bring you back.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head. “i don’t know if i’m really ‘back.’”

sarah shrugs, leaning forward on her elbows. “maybe not. but you’re getting there. and honestly, if my dad doesn’t see that? if he doesn’t see how much you love rafe, how much you’re trying? then he’s an even bigger idiot than i thought.”

you can’t help but grin at that, a small, genuine smile tugging at your lips. “that’s your dad you’re talking about.”

“yeah, well,” sarah says, grinning back, “he deserves it sometimes.”

there’s a moment of quiet between you, but it’s not uncomfortable. it’s the kind of silence that feels like an understanding, like a bridge being built.

“and . . . i’m actually, like, so sorry for last week,” you say with a wave of your hand. “for the way i blew up on you. i could’ve handled it so much better, but i didn’t. and that’s on me. i’m trying to do better, to be better, so stuff like that doesn’t happen again.”

sarah’s eyes soften, and she reaches over to place a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “oh my god, y/n, it’s fine,” she says, her tone light and reassuring. “seriously. one argument isn’t going to ruin us. i know you’re trying, and i see it. besides, if we’ve survived rafe’s terrible cooking, i think we can survive anything.”

you can’t help but laugh at that even though the memories aren’t yours, but the tension in your chest is easing just a little. “you’re not wrong,” you play it off, shaking your head.

sarah snorts, leaning back on her stool. “see? we’ve been through worse. and we’re still here.”

then, she straightens up, her expression turning more serious.

“you really are changing, y/n,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “and i like this new version of you. and someday, the whole world’s gonna see it too. especially when we’re traveling to every country, helping everyone, saving who we can.”

you blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift, “traveling.”

sarah nods, her smile returning, though it’s tinged with something bittersweet. “yeah. remember? that stupid plan we made in the eighth grade. i can’t believe i remember that. you and me, seeing the world, doing something that matters. i mean, we’re obviously still doing that, right?”

her words stir something in you, something deep and unspoken. you don’t remember reading about it in the journal, but it feels so warm.

as far as you can tell, in the show it was like sarah’s life was pretty much just figured out for her, as if she’d be stuck in outerbanks all her life but . . . even y/n managed to build plans with her to explore the world. sarah didn’t need some treasure hunting plot, she had y/n.

“yeah,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “we’re still doing that.”

sarah’s smile widens, and before you can say anything else, she leans in, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. you hesitate for only a second before hugging her back, resting your chin on her shoulder.

but the hug ends too quickly, and not in the way you expect. one second, sarah’s leaning forward, and the next, she’s losing her balance.

you feel yourself teetering backward, your hand instinctively shooting out to steady yourself on the edge of the bar, but it’s no use, sarah’s grip slips, and in her panic, she reaches for the counter.

the sound of glass shattering on the floor is instant. sharp. final.

your heart jumps into your throat as both of you freeze, wide-eyed.

“oh my god,” you whisper, staring at the bar even though you can’t see the damage from where you’re sitting. your mouth falls open, and you glance at sarah, whose face is twisted into a mixture of guilt and disbelief.

“oh my god,” sarah echoes, her voice quieter but no less panicked. she’s leaning over the counter, trying to peek at the mess below, though it’s clear she can’t see anything either.

you don’t know whether to laugh or panic, and for a few seconds, you do neither. you just stare at her, waiting for her reaction.

finally, sarah pulls back and looks at you, her lips pressed into a tight line as if she’s trying to hold it together. but then her expression cracks, and she lets out a breathy, almost defeated laugh.

“okay. okay, this is fine,” she says, more to herself than to you. “i’ll clean it up. just . . . go upstairs, and i’ll meet you up there.”

“are you sure?” you ask, watching as she makes her way across the room toward a neatly hung broom and dustpan set on the wall.

“yes, i’m sure,” she says, already pulling the broom off its hook. “this isn’t my first time breaking something down here. trust me, i’ve got this.”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you stand. “if you say so,” you say, still feeling a little guilty.

you linger for a moment, watching as she starts sweeping up the shards of glass with practiced ease. then, with a final glance over your shoulder, you head for the stairs.

you take the last step cautiously, your hand grazing the banister as your eyes scan the room. that’s when you see him.

rafe is just leaving the kitchen, his broad shoulders disappearing through the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard.

“a’right, i’ll be back,” he calls out, his voice carrying easily through the space. you watch him go, your gaze lingering on the door for a moment before it hits you. you’re not alone.

ward is still in the kitchen. he’s standing at the head of the island, facing you, his hands resting on the countertop. his posture is stiff, almost tense, like he’s deep in thought.

your first instinct is to turn around, to slip quietly into the living room and make your way to the staircase that leads up to rafe’s room. oh, wonder how this’ll play out. if ward’s here, he probably doesn’t want you here.

he doesn’t move at first. his hands rest on the edge of the counter, his gaze cast downward like he’s deep in thought or maybe just tired. for a second, it looks like he’s about to scratch the back of his head and walk away, but he stays rooted in place.

and then, before you can stop yourself, you take a step forward.

“why don’t you like me?”

your voice comes out stronger than you expect, cutting through the silence like a knife.

ward freezes. his head lifts slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a sharpness that makes your breath hitch. at first, he looks almost offended, his brows pulling together in a way that feels like a warning. but then, slowly, his expression shifts.

he doesn’t say anything.

“no, seriously,” you press, your voice a little shakier now but still firm. “why don’t you like me? for god knows how long, you’ve been nothing but . . . or no, you’ve been literally nothing.”

ward’s gaze doesn’t waver, but there’s something in the way he tilts his head slightly, like he’s listening even if he doesn’t want to.

“i can’t wrap my head around it,” you continue, the words coming faster now. “are we ever going to fix this? or are we just going to live the rest of our lives avoiding each other? because, honestly, it feels like we owe it to the family to at least try to communicate. every time i walk into a room with you, it’s like everything and everyone goes still. and i just— what did i ever do to you?”

your voice cracks on the last word, and you hate it, hate how vulnerable you sound. but you don’t look away. you can’t.

ward’s head lowers slightly, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you. it’s the kind of look a parent gives when they hear something they don’t like. it’s stern, almost disapproving. but you’re just as upset as he is, and you feel like you have every right to be.

he cocks his head toward the island, the motion subtle but deliberate. it takes you a moment to realize he’s gesturing to one of the stools.

“sit down,” he says.

you hesitate, your brows furrowing as you try to gauge his intentions. but then he turns away, walking over to the sink.

you watch as he picks up a towel and starts wiping down a plate. he doesn’t look at you, doesn’t say anything else, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve made a mistake.

still, you move toward the stool, your steps cautious. you settle into it carefully, your shoulders tense but beginning to ease as you watch him work.

finally, ward glances at you out of the corner of his eye. he sets the plate down on the counter, his hand still holding the towel as he speaks.

“i don’t hate you, you know,” he says, his voice calm but firm. his movements are slow, deliberate, like he’s trying to buy himself time before speaking again.

he presses his palms against the edge of the sink, his fingers flexing once before he turns his head slightly in your direction. “and i was wrong,” he says, nodding once like he’s confirming it to himself as much as to you. “i know that.”

your breath catches. of all the things you expected him to say, that wasn’t one of them.

ward turns to face you fully, his expression unreadable but not as closed off as before. you don’t say anything, just watching, waiting, because this conversation, this moment, shouldn’t be happening with you. it should be happening with her.

but it’s not. it’s you. and you don’t know what to do with that.

he sighs, rubbing his fingers together for a moment before crossing his arms over his chest. “i’ve been watching you these past few months,” he admits, his voice quieter now, more measured. “i see you. i see how much you’ve changed.”

you swallow hard, your fingers curling into your palms.

“you’re getting better.” he nods again, almost like he’s convincing himself. “i don’t think i ever said that to you. but i should have. you always had a good heart when you were a kid,” he continues, his voice distant, like he’s remembering. “but somewhere along the way, you lost it.”

“but then you came around,” he says, shaking his head slightly. “and i see that now. and look, i know i’m not the easiest person. i know i have my expectations, and i know that sometimes . . . i hold onto things longer than i should.”

he shakes his head slightly. “but you’ve proven me wrong, y/n.”

your breath catches.

ward looks at you like he’s really seeing you, his expression unreadable but different, not as guarded, not as cold. “i don’t think i’ve ever told you that. and i should have, and i’m sorry.”

your lips part slightly, but you don’t speak. you just wait.

“for a long time, i thought . . .” he pauses, considering his next words carefully. “i thought you were a bad influence on rafe, on the girls. and maybe, back then, you were. but now?” he exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head. “now, i see that you’re good for him. good for this family.”

“he loves you,” ward continues, his voice steady. “and i know you love him. that means something. that matters.”

your fingers twitch slightly in your lap. you don’t know what to say. you don’t even know if you should say anything.

there’s a beat of silence before he shifts his weight slightly and exhales. “look, i know this week has been . . . a lot,” he says, almost like he’s testing the words before fully committing to them. “but if you’d like, maybe, you could come with us somewhere for a few weeks like we used to when you guys were kids.”

your brows knit together slightly, lips parting in quiet surprise.

“it wouldn’t be for a while, ‘til maybe this summer,” he adds quickly, almost like he’s giving you an out. “but if you wanted to.”

you don’t know what to say. for the first time, ward cameron isn’t just tolerating your presence. he’s inviting you in. holy shit, did you just seal the deal for y/n’s relationship with ward? did you seal the deal for yourself?

ward watches you, waiting, and when you don’t say anything right away, he tilts his head slightly, his brows raising in that way dads do when they’re expecting a response. then he exhales through his nose, almost amused, shaking his head slightly.

“well?” he prompts, voice still firm but with an edge of something lighter, something that almost sounds like patience.

you blink. you don’t know what to say, but ward is still looking at you, expectant but not forceful. so you swallow the hesitation in your throat and nod slightly. “yeah,” you say softly. “forgiven . . . thank you. for everything.”

his lips press together, and he gives a single nod, like he’s acknowledging the weight of those words. then, after a beat, he pats his palm against the counter once, as if sealing the conversation.

sarah steps onto the main floor, glancing behind her as if making sure the basement isn’t suddenly going to collapse after the mess she just cleaned up, only to immediately pause.

her eyes flicker between you and her dad, seated at the island, not avoiding each other, not silently pretending the other doesn’t exist.

she hesitates, like she’s unsure if she walked in at the wrong time or if she’s even in the right house. her brows furrow, her nose scrunches slightly.

“what’s going on?” her voice is like she’s caught onto something she wasn’t meant to see.

before you or ward can even think of an answer, the sound of the sliding door from the backyard shifts open, and rafe’s voice cuts in, casual and unaware. “hey, dad, i couldn’t find the—” he starts, stepping inside, but he slows his pace almost immediately when his eyes land on the scene in front of him.

his gaze flickers between you and ward, then to sarah, like maybe she’ll have some kind of explanation, but she’s just as clueless as he is. still, there’s something almost amused in her expression, like she’s already piecing things together faster than her brother.

rafe, on the other hand, looks at the two of you like this is some kind of elaborate prank. his lips part slightly, his head tilts, brows drawing together in that signature confused-cameron look.

ward, ever the composed one, is the first to break the silence. he leans back slightly, hands resting on the island as he shifts his attention to his kids. “we were just talking,” he says simply, though there’s an unmistakable ease to his voice that wasn’t there before.

sarah’s eyes narrow slightly, suspicious, but there’s a flicker of something impressed there too. rafe, still playing catch-up, shakes his head slightly, trying to process whatever the hell he just walked into.

before either of them can dig into it further, ward smoothly changes the subject. “what movie are you guys thinking for tonight?” he asks, his tone light, almost casual.

you barely have a moment to process the shift before he turns to you. “y/n, why don’t you help me with the snacks?”

it’s not a question, it’s an invitation. a surprising, unexpected invitation.

rafe reacts immediately, jerking his head back like he just got whiplash. “what?” he blurts out, pure disbelief coloring his tone.

your eyebrows shoot up, equally taken aback, but you catch the tiniest hint of a smirk tugging at sarah’s lips, like she’s already reading into this moment and what it means.

still, you nod, pushing yourself up from the stool, hesitating only for a second before making your way around the counter to where ward stands. as you pass rafe, you send him a look, a silent, wide-eyed ‘oh my god’ look, and he just blinks at you, still visibly struggling to compute whatever the hell is happening.

ward, unfazed, reaches up into a cabinet, searching for something. “hey, sar, rafe,” he calls, his voice even. “can you two set up the movie and let rose and wheezie know to be downstairs in . . .” he pauses mid-sentence, then glances toward you as if waiting for confirmation on a time.

you shrug slightly, guestimating. “fifteen minutes?”

ward nods, turning back to his kids. “fifteen minutes,” he repeats, and with that, he resumes rummaging through the cabinet for the right bowls.

sarah takes a step back first, but not before glancing at rafe, her expression absolutely gloating. she doesn’t say anything, but the way she tilts her head, the way her brows lift slightly, it’s enough to tell him, this is happening.

rafe exhales sharply, shakes his head in disbelief, and finally turns toward the living room, muttering something under his breath about how this is going to take some getting used to.

and just like that, the dynamic shifts. for the first time since you’ve been here, something feels different. maybe even . . . right.

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Hi :-) May i request a Fluff Thanos x Reader one, where the reader is having baby feever and withouth informing her boyfriend said yes to babysit the couples next door 2 y old daugther and Thanos trie to teach the poor kid some rap lyrics and stuff?

Baby fever

Thanos x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: Hope it's alright 🫶🏻❤️

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You and Thanos had been in a relationship for the past four years. By far, there had been no talk between the two of you about getting kids and building a family. He hadn't shown interest in trying for a child, and you had put your time on building your career.

Your phone rang, your neighbor's name on the screen. You weren't friends with many of your neighbors, you hadn't really gotten to know them very well, except one of them, and that was because she approached you when you moved to this house with Thanos couple of years ago. She had done some favors to you whenever you needed help, and you'd help her as well whenever she'd need help. You usually had a coffee at your or her house once a week to catch up how both of you were doing, if your schedules allowed it.

"What's up?" you asked, starting to boil some tea for yourself.

"I have a favor to ask you," she asked, sounding a little nervous. "You see, i'm supposed to have a dinner with my husband for our anniversary tonight."

She was older than you by 12 years and had now been married to her husband for the past 10 years.

"Mhm?" you mumbled when she was silent for a moment, then hearing a sigh from the other end.

"Could you, by any chance, babysit my daughter tonight? Either come here or have her over at your place?" she asked. "Our babysitter cancelled on us last minute and believe me, this wasn't the first time." She sighed deeply, sounding frustrated. "I seriously need to search for a new nanny. But could you take her for the night?"

"Of course i can, don't worry about it," you assured her.

"Oh my god, thank you so much!" she exclaimed. "I'll come and drop him off at 3pm, is that okay?"

"That's perfect," you agreed, a smile on your face.

☆☆☆

Your neighbor's daughter, whose name was Na-Yeon, was only 2 years old, so she'd still require a lot of care. She'd already been in your house a few times, so it wasn't entirely new environment to her. This was your first time with her alone though, her mother had always been here as well previously.

You hadn't told Thanos that the baby was staying with you tonight. You had tried calling him but he hadn't answered. For some reason you were afraid he wouldn't have wanted to have a babysitting gig tonight, you had had other plans together, though nothing major.

Surely he wouldn't get angry at you, would he? Pissed off? Maybe just a little annoyed?

When you heard Thanos arriving back home, closing the front door, you started to become more anxious than you thought. You had never brought someone else's baby at your home for you to take care after.

"So, i got us a little something from a store for tonight and..." he said as he walked to the living room, but stopped when he saw you with a baby. "Y/N... Why are you holding a baby?"

"Well, i kind of volunteered to sort of babysit our neighbor's daughter for the night," you answered with an awkward smile.

"Oh really?" Thanos asked and put down the grocery bag he was carrying, then coming towards you.

"I know it's last minute and i tried to call you, bur you didn't answer," you rambled.

He leaned his hands on his knees to get to the baby's eye-level, looking into her eyes. A smile spread on his face.

"Hi, baby," he said with a soft voice and put his forefinger gently on her chin. "Aren't you a little cutie."

You couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, your cheeks slightly warming up. You didn't think you had ever seen as soft expression on his face until now.

"So," Thanos started, straightening his back again, and moved his gaze into your eyes. "I suppose our plans for tonight have changed a little?"

You couldn't tell by the expression on his face whether he was disappointed or okay with it.

"Pretty much, yeah," you said awkwardly. "Our neighbor has a 10th year anniversary with her husband today and their babysitter cancelled last minute, unfortunately."

"I see," he said. "Well, that's fine by me, we'll figure out something fun to do."

"You're okay with changing our plans to babysit?" you tried to confirm.

"Of course," Thanos said, then furrowing his eyebrows. "What, you thought i'd be mad?"

"Maybe a little," you admitted.

Thanos stepped right in front of you, putting his finger under your chin, giving you a soft smile.

"I'd never be mad at you for helping a friend," he smiled, making your cheeks turn pink.

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Couple of hours passed. The three of you were in the living room, you and Thanos watching Na-Yeon playing with her toys that your neighbor had packed to bring here as well.

"Is it alright if i'll go for a bath?" you asked. "I was at the gym today and didn't shower there."

"Of course," Thanos said.

"You'll be fine with the baby by yourself?" you tried to confirm.

Thanos looked at you with raised eyebrows. "It's actually a little insulting you don't trust me with a child alone for a moment."

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," he smiled. "Take your time, we'll be fine."

While sitting in the bath, you stared at the wall and fell into your thoughts.

You imagined you and Thanos having a child together. How he'd feed him, teach him how to walk and wake up in the middle of the night to change his diapers. Or hers – you didn't mind which one the gender would be. Maybe you'd have two kids, a boy and girl. You'd go to a park together, pushing your baby forward in his strollers. Thanos holding his child in his arms, soothing her to fall asleep.

The thought of all of that made you smile and your eyes water a little bit out of happiness, even though it was all in your imagination. Would he want to have that kind of life with you? What if he didn't want children at all?

You admitted to yourself that you had started to get a little baby fever lately, seeing moms walking outside with their little children.

Eventually you got up from the bath. You leaned on the sink after wrapping a towel around you. You looked tired, dark bags under your eyes. Thanos always made sure to tell you every day how pretty you looked, even if you had just woken up and looked like shit. It always gave butterflies in your stomach.

When you walked out of the bathroom, wearing only the towel wrapped around you, you heard talking from the living room that managed to grab your curiosity.

You peeked over there behind the corner and saw Thanos sitting on the floor with the baby.

"Okay, now can you say 'bang'?" Thanos asked. "Come on, you can say it. Bang, bang, bang." He did finger guns on each word.

The baby didn't say anything, only stared at Thanos, who then took her tiny hands in his. He made her fingers to the position of finger guns as well.

"Like this – 'bang, bang, bang'," Thanos said and moved her hands on each word. She didn't say anything, only burst out laughing at him how silly he was being right now.

Your heart warmed up on the sight of Thanos trying to teach her to rap.

He was just about to give up when the baby managed to let out one word out of her mouth: "Bang."

It made a wide smile spread on his face.

"That was so good," Thanos praised her and clapped his hands.

"Bang, bang," she laughed.

"Wow, that's even better than me," he gasped, holding his hand on his heart. "Okay, the next part is-"

Thanos noticed your presence now and looked towards you. You quietly cursed under your breath a little, wanting to look at them a bit longer without being seen.

"Had a good bath?"

"Perfect," you said and walked closer to the two of them. "What are you doing?"

"Teaching her to rap, obviously," Thanos answered. "It's best to start learning young."

"Is that so?"

"Let me tell you, she's going to become a rapper when she grows up," Thanos said, looking proud of himself. "She's clearly a natural."

"Mhm, you think so?" you asked with an amused smile.

"She's going to be so famous," he swore. "International sensation. I can already imagine the headlines in news articles: 'Korean rap artist nominated for the Best Solo Artist of 2045.'"

"I assume you'll become her manager too."

"Oh, definitely," Thanos answered, like it was supposed to be obvious.

"I'm not entirely sure what my neighbor thinks of that," you pointed out. "I think she prefers her to aim for something more practical, like being a doctor or something."

"Pfft, i can tell that she has a talent for music," Thanos insisted. "I can sense these things, let me tell you."

"We'll just have to wait and see," you smiled.

☆☆☆

After you had finished your dinner, the three of you got comfortable on the couch and put a movie on. It was a cartoon which she apparently loved to watch over and over again.

Thanos had his right arm around you, pulling you close against him. You rested your head on his shoulder. The baby was laying comfortably on Thanos' lap, resting against his chest. All her attention was on the TV, holding her teddy bear in her tiny hands. Your neighbor told you that she wouldn't go anywhere without it if she had to stay the night at someone else's house.

Thanos got startled and flinched when she started to laugh at something what happened in the movie, but he started to smile too. Her laugh had always been contagious, making you smile as well.

You tried not to make it too obvious that you were staring at Thanos, holding the baby like she was his own child.

"I know i'm good-looking but this movie is surprisingly interesting," Thanos said, glancing at you. "You're missing out the plot if you don't concentrate."

"I am watching the movie," you insisted.

"Mhm," he hummed, not believing your words.

When the movie was finished, you realised Na-Yeon had been quiet and still for quite a long time now. When you looked towards her, your heart melt. She had fallen asleep on top of Thanos, her little mouth slightly open.

"She looks just like you," Thanos whispered. "You usually fall asleep on me too during movies. Do i really have that kind of effect on girls?"

"Apparently you do," you quietly giggled.

☆☆☆

When you had taken the baby to sleep in your bedroom, you and Thanos had ended up in the kitchen.

"You know," you started, biting your lip. You were nervous and unsure if you should bring it up, but seeing how fun he had seemed to have with your neighbor's baby eased your nerves. "We haven't really talked about it but... Do you want to build a family one day too? You know, with me."

Thanos was quiet for a moment, just looking at you in your eyes. He stepped closer to you to cup your face in his hands.

"I'd love to build a family with you," he answered and leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead.

"You want kids?" you asked, raising your eyebrows, somehow not believing his words.

"Why do you look so surprised?" he asked, furrowing his brows, looking genuinely worried. "You thought i didn't want kids?"

"I mean," you mumbled. "You never really talked about wanting them."

Thanos pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you.

"Of course i want to," he said and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I've been meant to talk about it with you, but you've seemed to be so focused on your career that i wasn't sure when would be the right time."

"Well, lately i've had quite a big baby fever if i'm being honest," you admitted with a shy smile.

"Yeah?" Thanos smiled and rubbed the sides of your body with his hands. "Should we start trying for one then, hm?"

"I'd love that," you said and leaned in to kiss him on his lips.

Thanos put his hands on your waist, pulling you against him, kissing you with a new kind of passion. He was slowly pushing you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter.

"Wait, you want to do this right now?" you asked with wide eyes.

"Well, isn't the sooner the better?" Thanos asked with a grin. He put his hands on your butt to lift you to sit on the counter behind you, standing between your legs. You were wearing only your panties and oversized T-shirt. He moved his hand to the back of your neck.

"We're supposed to babysit," you laughed quietly.

"Come on, she's asleep already," he insisted. "We'll be quiet and she won't wake up."

You were about to say something but he interrupted you by kissing you on your lips again. You put your fingers into his hair, his hands finding their way under your shirt, wandering around your back.

Then, you heard crying from your bedroom, forcing you to pull your head away from Thanos.

"Be prepared to have constant interruptions if we have our own child," you reminded him.

"When we have our child," he corrected and kissed you on your forehead.

☆☆☆

The next day, your neighbor came to pick up her daughter around midday.

"Mama," the baby said, making her mom turn to look at her as she positioned her tiny hands into finger guns, pretending to shoot her mom in the face. "Bang, bang."

Your eyes widened and you closed the door before your neighbor would start questioning you on what exactly you had been doing last night.

When you and Thanos were left alone, both of you burst out laughing at the same time.

Thanos stood behind you, wrapping arms around you and held his hand on your lower stomach.

"What about we go to the bedroom to start trying for our own baby, hm?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

"Weren't you supposed to meet up with some friends?"

"They can wait," he smirked.

Thanos picked you up in his arms without another word, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom.

[dinkerr]

rockstar vi touching herself to playboy model reader ♡

warnings: this is kind of part 2 to my first one, masturbation, fingering, brief mention of alcohol, vi is a loser, rec from anon, this is absolute ass and very short i'm sorry, i wrote this while sitting in the waiting room at the eye doctor, that's it i think.

｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ vi can't stop thinking about when she had the fortune association of meeting you. you're burned into her head like a branding, the image of how you looked that night, how you talked and carried yourself- she misses the taste of you when you were in that bathroom stall with her and holyfuckyou'renotreturninghercalls.

a brand new playboy magazine with you plasterered on the front cover had just come out and of course she bought it like a horny teenage boy as soon as she heard about it after playing a show. the famous rockstar herself wasn't even amusing the thought of what it'd look like if her fanbase saw her buying a porn magazine the same hour it came out. she just needed you.

she layed on her old leather couch the moment she got back to her apartment, limbs sprawled over it with empty bottles of alcohol on the coffee table in front of it. she was mindlessly flipping through the thin pages of the magazine, eyes boring into each image and deciding if it was worthy or not with the only true thought running through her head was seeing you.

her moans are mixed with the sound of nightime in la when she sees you after another flip of a page- the distant sounds of police sirens and cars honking and people walking on the cold streets the moment she flips a page and brings her free hand to quickly unzip her jeans and rub lazy circles on her clit.

you're on your knees, your bare ass in the air with your elbows propping you up, your only prop is your hair and the cherry red telephone you're holding to your ear.

she sees your familiar eyes on paper looking into hers like they did when the gleam of the blue lighting radiated down on the two of you when she met you in the same club she's been going back to every night ever since you haven't been returning her calls.

it's like you're taunting her, like you asked to hold a telephone and to look into the camera lense because you just knew that she'd see this, like you knew that she'd be touching herself to you.

she threw her head back on the armrest of the old leather while her eyes focused on your tits that were barely visible, instinctively spreading her legs apart almost as if you were there between them. she moans and her hole clenches around nothing at the thought, and all she can do is slip her fingers inside her and pump them as quick as possible.

the familiar sound of her pussy squelching and her moans filled her ears with her eyes focused on you, and they never had any plans of leaving whatsoever. she wants you to fuck her backstage before and after every show, to watch your tits bounce and hands grip at her biceps to stabilise yourself.

her back arched off her couch and her eyes roll to the back of her head at the thought, her heart shaped lips open in a moan when she pumps her fingers faster and her cum stains the inside of her jeans. she fucks herself through it, pretending it's you who's doing so. she's had sex with you before, right? she's not creepy for pretending you're fucking her when she looks at naked pictures of you.

later, she's walking through her apartment to reticently reach for the phone to call you for what felt like the most repeated thing she's done this week.

she hears the phone beep before it stops, her heart skipping like a loser at the realisation that you've answered.

"hi." she says over the phone, her voice sounding more sad than she'd ever like. "you haven't been answering my calls."

"i know, i'm sorry i ditched you. going to cancun for work." you explained.

"without me?"

"you can't come. it's for my work."

"i'll see you there. my and my buddies will find you." she spoke, and she knows you know who she is now. she knows you know that you're stuck with her.

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ you want a reaction, don't you?

you’ve been pushing your stepdad's buttons for weeks. you've been teasing him, testing his patience, waiting for the moment he finally snaps. tonight, he does. and he’s going to make sure you never act like a brat again.

warnings: stepcest, smut, age gap, dom!tom, brat-taming, spanking, choking, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, degradation, overstimulation, praise, pet names, breeding kink, possessiveness.

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you were pushing his buttons again.

lounging on the plush sofa in nothing but an oversized shirt—one of his, because you knew how much it got under his skin—you twirled a finger around a strand of your hair, all innocent. “are you going to keep pretending i’m not here, sir?”

tom riddle didn’t look up from his book. the firelight cast sharp shadows over his face, highlighting the tick in his jaw. you recognised that look. he was at his limit, but he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction just yet.

so you pushed further.

sprawling out, you let your legs part just a little, enough for him to catch a glimpse of your bare thighs. “or are you too busy reading to notice how bored i am?”

the moment his eyes flicked up—cold, calculating—you felt it. the shift in the air, the weight of his attention pinning you in place.

“you want a reaction, don’t you, little one?” he murmured, setting his book aside with slow, deliberate movements. “acting out, testing my patience. how predictable.”

your stomach flipped. this was what you wanted. what you needed.

“so what if i am?” you challenged, tilting your chin up, even as heat pooled between your legs.

he sighed, shaking his head. “such a fucking brat.”

before you could come up with some smart remark, he was on you, pressing you down into the cushions, his large hand wrapping around your throat. your pulse jumped beneath his fingertips, and he smirked.

“look at you. already squirming. weren’t you just mouthing off a second ago?”

you gasped when his grip tightened just enough to make your head swim, his knee nudging between your thighs. “s-sir—”

“no.” he tutted, pressing his lips to your ear, voice silk and steel. “you don’t get to be sweet now. you wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

his fingers dragged up your thigh, slow and teasing. you clenched around nothing, desperate for more friction.

“oh, you’re already wet?” his chuckle was dark. humiliating. “of course you are. what would your mother think if she knew her sweet little girl was acting like a desperate whore for her stepfather?”

you whimpered as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing against your soaked cunt.

“what’s the matter, brat?” he mused, pressing a single finger to your clit, circling it lazily. “too dumb to talk now?”

you whined, hips bucking up, but he pulled back.

“use your words.”

“please,” you gasped, hands grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. “need you.”

his fingers dipped lower, teasing at your entrance. “need me to what?”

“fuck me.” the words came out embarrassingly desperate.

he laughed. “look at you. so eager. not so mouthy now, are you?”

then he pushed two fingers inside, and you nearly sobbed at how good it felt. he worked you open, curling them just right, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit. your thighs trembled.

“gonna cum already?” he mocked.

you nodded frantically, but he withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty.

“ah, ah.” he gripped your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his. “you don’t get to cum yet, sweetheart. you wanted to act like a spoiled little brat? then you take what i give you.”

he unbuckled his belt, and your stomach fluttered.

you didn’t have the strength to be bratty anymore. you wanted to be ruined.

—

he had you exactly where he wanted you—spread out on his lap, naked and dripping, legs trembling from how long he’d been teasing you. two fingers shoved deep in your cunt, curling just right, but never enough to tip you over the edge. you were so sensitive, so fucking desperate, but every time you got close, he pulled away.

your swollen, ruined cunt clenched around nothing as he withdrew his fingers once again. you let out a little sob. “please—”

smack.

his hand came down hard against your bare thigh, sending a sharp jolt through your body. you gasped, thighs squeezing together, the sting only making you wetter.

he chuckled, running a finger over your throbbing clit. “look at you. getting off on being treated like a desperate little slut.”

“i—”

smack. another sharp slap, this time against your pussy, making you cry out.

“what was that?” he taunted, fingers rubbing slow, lazy circles around your entrance. “you love this, don’t you? ruining your family's perfect image, getting fucked like this by the man who's supposed to take care of you.”

you nodded frantically, thighs quivering. “yes—yes, sir.”

he hummed in approval. “now, beg.”

your pride burned, but your need was worse. “please,” you whimpered. “need you so bad. need your cock—”

his hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so your neck was bared to him. “you think you deserve my cock, sweetheart?” his voice was pure mockery, his free hand pressing against your soaked cunt, rubbing slow and mean.

“i’ll be good,” you gasped, writhing against him. “please, sir—need you to fill me up.”

his dark eyes flickered with something sharp. dangerous.

“you want to be bred that bad?” he purred, his thumb swiping through your slick folds, pressing against your entrance. “such a needy little thing. practically dripping onto my fucking trousers.”

you let out a choked moan as he spread you open with his fingers, stretching you out, but still not giving you what you needed.

“please,” you whimpered again, voice breaking. “please fuck me.”

he smirked. “you’re learning.”

then he was flipping you onto your stomach, pushing your face into the cushions, his palm pressing against the back of your neck to keep you there.

“stay still.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before he was shoving his cock inside you, stretching you so deep and full in one brutal thrust.

you screamed into the cushions, back arching, body jolting as he bottomed out, his thick length splitting you open.

“fuck,” tom growled, gripping your hips tight, his fingers bruising. “you’re so fucking tight—so wet for me, little one.”

he didn’t give you time to adjust. he fucked you, hard and ruthless, his cock slamming into you over and over, filling you to the hilt, every thrust forcing another moan from your lips.

his hand slid up, curling around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin.

“mine,” he murmured against your ear, his hips snapping against yours, driving himself deeper. “you fucking belong to me.”

he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, fingers smoothing over your bruised skin.

“good girl,” he murmured, voice softer now. “you took me so well.”

but tom wasn’t done yet.

his fingers slid down between your legs, pressing against your abused cunt, pushing his cum deeper inside you.

your breath hitched.

he smirked.

“what’s the matter, little one?” his voice was pure sin. “you didn’t think we were finished, did you?”

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thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[spiicii]

bloodline property / valentine’s day (jimmy)

jimmy uso x fem!reader word count → 2.0k summary → jimmy is always more than happy to give you what you want for valentine’s day. and what you want is nasty, filthy sex. links → masterlist / taglist tags → consensual nonconsent, unprotected piv sex, rough sex, angry sex, dom/sub, biting, restraint, hickeys, dirty talk, hair pulling, degradation, orgasm delay, exactly one (1) slap to jimmy’s cheek, jimmy likes to be called sir (change my mind), fluff and aftercare at the end

Tuesday ✩ Jimmy

You grunted as Jimmy shoved you against the bedroom wall, one of his large hands easily grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He forced his thigh between your legs and you couldn’t suppress the small moan that escaped your throat at the feeling. 

“Knew you’d be desperate for it, slut.” Jimmy laughed, already leaning forward to lick a hot stripe up your exposed neck. 

“Get off me.” You spat, struggling in his hold.

“Aw, don’t tell me you don’t want it, sweetheart. You belong to the Bloodline, don’t you? Thought this was yo’ job.” 

You snapped your teeth in Jimmy’s face and his smile grew wider. “Look at you,” he cooed, his grip around your wrists tightening. “Feral little girl. Sure you don’t want me to put you in yo’ place?” 

You scoffed, nearly headbutting him when he tried to lean forward to lick at your neck again. “Like you would be man enough to do that.” 

Jimmy’s smile wasn’t kind, his eyes glinting at your challenge. “Oh, really? You gon’ act like I ain’t ever had you bent over begging for this dick before?”  

Your smile wasn’t kind either. “Oh, you mean that charity work I did for you? Or rather, did for your Tribal Chief? He wants me to keep his Bloodline happy, after all.” 

Jimmy’s eyes darkened, his smile beginning to slip as his temper flared. You couldn’t help but smirk. Jimmy wasn’t as easy to rile up as Jey, but you knew your words were getting to him. 

“Because it’s my job, right?”

Jimmy’s lip curled and before you realized what was happening he’d reached up a free hand to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to expose the column of your throat. 

“You got a smart mouth, bitch,” Jimmy snarled, his gaze fiery. “Might need to fuck that attitude outta you.” 

Despite his painful grip on your hair, you couldn’t help but laugh, watching with amusement as his face twisted at the sight. 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

Jimmy let out a low growl and you jumped when sank his teeth into the side of your neck, forcing a high-pitched cry from your mouth.  

“And you say I’m feral?” You tried your best to inject some venom into your words, struggling to ignore how the sharp flash of pain from Jimmy’s teeth was going straight to your pussy. 

“Gonna make you regret those words, slut,” Jimmy’s voice was low. “Gonna make you beg me to fuck you.” 

Whatever clever retort you had died on your lips the second Jimmy released your wrists and tossed you on the bed. You barely had any time to react before he was on top of you, his full body weight pinning against the mattress with ease. 

You were able to get one good slap to his cheek before he grabbed your wrists again, an arrogant smile on his face. 

“There we go,” he cooed, trying to nose at your neck before you attempted to headbutt him again. “Gotcha where you belong, slut. On yo’ back with these legs spread.” 

His knee found your crotch and you hissed, trying to hold back a groan at just how good it felt. Jimmy smirked, watching as you tried to escape his iron grasp. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me? Or you gonna make me tie you?”

You felt a ball of arousal gather inside you at the idea, but you jutted out your chin instead, glaring up at him defiantly. 

“Why? Can’t hold me down yourself?” 

Jimmy’s smile widened. “Oh, you think you can get out? Well, go on then. Give it your best try.” 

Before he could fully capture one of your legs between his, you tried your best to aim a kick to his groin, letting out a frustrated huff when he managed to dodge it. He chuckled at the attempt, pressing his body flush against yours to keep you down. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep trying.” Jimmy’s tone was mocking. “Love watching you fight this. Makes it so much sweeter when you finally give in.” 

He waited as you continued to thrash and kick at him, watching with amusement as your movements grew weaker and weaker. After a few minutes you finally went limp, small beads of sweat on your forehead as you panted beneath him. 

“Aw, tired out already, huh?” Jimmy licked up your throat again and you couldn’t suppress a shiver. “Good. Then maybe you’ll be still for me when I finally give you whatchu been begging for.” 

“Begging for?” You echoed, still defiant even as you laid still beneath him. “You think I want you?” 

Jimmy’s smile was wicked. “I know you want me.” 

He used his free hand to yank down your shorts and you desperately clenched your thighs together in an effort to keep his fingers from finding the wetness between your legs. Jimmy found it all the same, laughing meanly as you tried to suppress a groan from his touch. 

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he jeered, watching with glee as your face burned in embarrassment. “Knew you wanted this. Nasty fucking whore. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” 

“Fuck you.” You spat, new energy in your limbs now in an effort to dislodge him. 

“No, fuck you.” 

Jimmy was quick to flip you onto your stomach, one of his long arms wrapping around your neck to keep you in a headlock. 

“Gotcha, bitch.” He hissed in your ear, his grip on you tight. You attempted to struggle some more, but in this position it was useless, your arms pinned behind your back as he kept his full body weight on top of you. 

You let out a gasp as you felt his massive length nudging between your cheeks, your head now completely stuck between his forearm and his hard bicep. You jumped when the tip of his cock caught on your taint, your body immediately tensing at the intrusion. 

“Better spread yo’ legs wider.” Jimmy warned. “Don’t want me in the wrong hole, do you?” 

You really didn’t, so you acquiesced, spreading your legs just enough to allow Jimmy’s cock to nudge at the entrance of your soaked hole. You were embarrassed at how easily he was able to slip in, a small whine escaping your lips at the sudden feeling of fullness. 

“Too easy, whore.” Jimmy taunted. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised with how often you get passed around.” 

He began thrusting into you, keeping his arm tight around your neck, threatening to cut off your oxygen. Jimmy’s breath was hot in your ear, some of his long hair falling into his eyes as he continued to saw in and out of you. 

“Thought you didn’t want it?” he teased. “But I can feel this slutty little hole clenching around me. You want it bad, don’t you, baby?” 

He twisted his hips sinfully and you moaned, heat licking up your spine at the feeling. 

“Aw, you sing so sweet for me, honey,” he cooed, his hips beginning to pick up speed. “Knew you would. Go on, lemme hear more.” 

You tried to shake your head, but Jimmy’s grip around your neck tightened and you let out a choked gasp, your pussy spasming at the rough treatment. Jimmy groaned in response, his hips snapping faster against you. 

The pleasure was continuing to build, a white-hot ball of tension that caused your muscles to shake and tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. 

“I can feel you, slut,” Jimmy snarled in your ear. “I know you’re already close. But you won’t come without permission, will you? Too well-trained, aren’t you, baby?” 

You hated how right he was. You could feel your body suspended on the edge of pleasure, but your mind wouldn’t allow you to fall over it. You opened your mouth, hoping to plead for Jimmy, but his arm around your windpipe made it impossible. A whine, high-pitched and needy, came out instead and Jimmy laughed at the sound. 

“Told you I’d make you beg,” he jeered, his hips stuttering against you as he got closer to his own release. “But why should I let you come, bitch? You ain’t been nothin’ but a brat.” 

You tried to speak again, but Jimmy wasn’t letting up on your throat, spots dancing across your vision from the lack of oxygen. All you could manage was a broken gasp, your pussy squeezing Jimmy like a vice as you held off your orgasm. 

Finally Jimmy relaxed his hold on your neck and the words were out of your mouth immediately. 

“Please, sir. Please, let me come.” 

Jimmy laughed again. “Oh, you got manners now? Should have known you’d break easy.” 

You could tell he was holding off as well, his movements jerky and uneven. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your throat, your entire body thrumming beneath him like a live wire. 

“Sir, please,” You begged, the tears beginning to fall. He twisted his hips again and the hit to your g-spot caused you to scream. “Please!” 

“Come, whore.” 

Your mind went completely blank, your muscles shaking as the orgasm tore through your body. You heard Jimmy swear in your ear, his final thrusts brutal as he spilled into you at the same time. You could feel his come paint your walls white, your hole continuing to clamp down and milk him as he gave you every last drop of his seed. 

Eventually you both stilled.

The world felt hazy and distant, your ears ringing as if a jet had flown by. Jimmy slowly removed his arm from your neck and you let out a small cough, forcing yourself to take a few deep breaths to bring oxygen back to your brain. 

Jimmy pulled out of you slowly and you felt your body shiver from the feeling as his come trickled out of your abused hole.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Jimmy’s tone was concerned, his face coming into your line of vision as he leaned over to check on you. You offered him a small smile, nodding.

“Yeah, I’m good.” 

Jimmy reached out a large hand to wipe some of the tears from your cheeks, his gaze still concerned. 

“Just wait here. Lemme clean you up.” 

You rolled over onto your back with a grimace, stretching your sore arms above your head with a yawn. You felt warm and euphoric now, the afterglow causing your body to feel relaxed as you sank further into the mattress. 

The bed dipped and Jimmy was by your side again, wiping the mess between your legs and offering a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

“Any pain?” He asked and you shook your head. 

“No, I’m fine. Really.” 

Jimmy’s smile was a burst of sunshine. “Good. Because that was probably the best fuckin’ nut I’ve had in my life.” 

You let out a huff of laughter, smiling as he collapsed on the bed beside you. “That was quite a performance.” You told him. “Honestly, you should win an award.” 

“You think?” Jimmy gave you a lopsided grin. “Maybe I can be a pizza delivery guy next time.” 

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t contain your smile as Jimmy wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, peppering your face with kisses. 

“You weren’t too bad yourself, girl,” he said, his eyes sparkling as he stared at you. “Thought you was actually mad at me there for a second.” 

“Nah,” You closed your eyes and leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. “I don’t think you could ever make me mad.” 

Jimmy chuckled, pressing sweet kisses into your hair as he held you close. He began to hum a tune you weren’t familiar with and you found yourself growing sleepy, your eyes beginning to close. 

You must have fallen asleep because you quickly found yourself in a strange dream. Jimmy was still holding you, still humming softly as he played with your hair. That part wasn’t strange. What was strange was what you heard. Or what you thought you heard. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl,” Jimmy murmured, his lips soft as he kissed your forehead. “Love you.”

It was just a dream. That’s all. And when you woke the next morning, Jimmy’s arms still wrapped tightly around you, you knew that’s all it was. Just a dream. 

Right? 

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Rosy Care for Mom: A Daughter’s Little Handbook🍓

✧･ﾟ: ❀ :･ﾟ🍓🥝🍉･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ❀ :

💌 A little heartwarming note: "For the one who always takes care of me, now it’s my turn to care for her."

˗ˏˋ 💖 🧸 🍰 🫧 🌷 👒 🎀 💌 ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 💖 🧸 🍰 💌 ˎˊ˗

Make them tea or coffee(anything)without being asked.

Write them little notes of appreciation.

Give them hugs—parents love that!

Leave Sticky Notes in Unexpected Places--On the fridge: "You make the best food ever!"......in her purse: "This is a lucky day because you are amazing!"......On her mirror: "Prettiest mom award goes to... YOU!"

Make Them Laugh

Tell them funny stories from your day.

Be playful—maybe imitate them in a funny (but respectful) way!

Bring home their favorite snack.

Play their favorite song when they’re tired.

A simple "Mom/Dad, I love you" out of nowhere can brighten their day.

Send Her Random Loving Texts 💌Out of nowhere, "Mom, you’re my sunshine!"

Take care of yourself,study hard, follow your dreams: parents biggest joy is seeing their child happy & healthy

Help Her Stay Active (Gently)

Encourage gentle exercises like yoga, stretching, or light walking to keep her joints flexible. Even 10–15 minutes a day can help.

Look for knee-friendly exercises like sitting leg lifts or slow knee bends. You can do them together to keep her motivated!

Turmeric & Ginger – Make her turmeric milk or tea. It has strong anti-inflammatory benefits.

Leafy greens & fruits – Spinach, oranges, and berries help reduce joint pain.

Omega-3 fatty acids – Encourage her to eat nuts, flaxseeds, and fish.

Avoid processed food & sugar – These can increase inflammation.

A warm compress on her knees for 15–20 minutes can help with pain.

gently massage her knees with warm mustard oil and garlic or pain-relief oil.

Support her in eating nutritious meals and doing light movement daily.

Water helps keep joints lubricated. Encourage her to drink enough water and herbal teas daily.

Laughter and relaxation help reduce pain! Watch light-hearted movies together, talk to her, and keep her mood positive.

treat her to her favorite snack after a long day

Make her -honey-lemon water in the morning—it’s refreshing & great for joints.

Include calcium-rich foods like sesame seeds, dairy, or almonds for her joints.

Share funny memes or jokes with her.

A warm compress on her knees every night.

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🌼 Thoughtful & Meaningful Ways to Make Mom Happy~

💆 Free Massage from Your Favorite Daughter!

🛍️ Shopping Date with Me!

🩷📀Silly & Playful Ways to Keep Mom Laughing~

Dramatic Fake Cry When She Ignores You 😂if she’s busy and doesn’t listen, do a dramatic soap-opera-style fake cry: "Wow, you used to love me more!" (She’ll laugh for sure!)[Use it situation wise ]

Pretend to Interview Her Like a Celebrity 🎤"Mom, how does it feel to be the best mom in the world?"record her reaction—she’ll either laugh or give a cute answer!

Give Her a "Sunshine Box" 🌞Fill a box with yellow things (candies(not much), socks, scented candles, notes, a cute mug)Write: "Whenever you need a little sunshine, open this!"

Announce "Mom Appreciation Days" Randomly 🌟Suddenly say: "Today is officially 'Best Mom in the Universe' Day!"Hand her a "Best Mom" award (DIY paper trophy!)

💛 Small, Everyday Habits to Make Her More Positive & Happy~

Start the day with a morning hug & compliment ("You look beautiful today, Mom!").

Make her laugh before bed—even just a funny meme or joke.

Bring her small surprises—even a chocolate bar or flowers on a random day.

Encourage her to do something for herself (hobbies, self-care, dressing up).

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PS: it can be for dad too but I had like to make a separate one for dad🩷📀

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ashes – day 144 (2)

author's note: pretty sure this can be read as a standalone fic, or as a part of my "ashes" series! this is the real alternative ending… considering how the game didn't end as we hoped…. you can check out that part too here, though, because i added some important-ish things to it. anyways i kinda really like how this chapter ended up sooo hope you enjoy too. <3

jack barely said a word to you all evening.

when you met him in the hallway leading to his changing room after the game, he seemed as miserable as ever. barely looking into your eyes, thoughts clearly on something else, rubbing his temples tiredly. you tried everything you could to light up his mood – a cheek kiss, intertwining your fingers with his, whispering sweet nothings into his ear – but he wasn't having any of it.

not that you didn't understand. he had just lost a major game and gone through this championship with just one point to his name. this was definitely not something he was used to, or what he had expected from himself. it didn't surprise you the slightest that he wasn't happy with the outcome of tonight.

after a long and painfully silent taxi ride back to the hotel, jack hurried off to his own room – the one he was sharing with a teammate – to gather some of his things and bring them to your room. most of the american players were going out to drink the loss out of their minds, and jack had no intention of being in his room when his roommate stumbled in drunk at four in the morning.

you'd expected jack to maybe stay in his room for a while and collect his thoughts before coming over to yours. you knew he had a lot to deal with, and you knew he wasn't always the most articulate about these things. talking wasn't his way of letting things like these out.

and yet, he knocked on your door just minutes after you'd parted from him in the hallway. he dumped his bag on the floor after he'd stepped inside, barely acknowledging you as he walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

this wasn't his usual, relaxed and comfortable silence; this one was heavy, rugged and loaded, making the air thick. jack looked like he wanted to punch something, and you were almost scared that he would – but instead, he simply pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose.

you'd seen him get irritated over games before – but this wasn't like any of the other games. this was a chance for him to prove that he belonged on the international level.

"i should've reached more for that pass," jack said after a few long moments. he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "i should've stood a little closer, read the game better."

sitting down on the bed, though giving him some space, you were unsure what to say. you knew he didn't like platitudes such as "you were good anyway", and you knew he hated when people tried to comfort him in a way that made him feel like they were just belittling his anger. you had seen enough hockey games at this point to know that there isn't just one mistake that makes an entire game – if the us team hadn't let in two goals earlier in the game, they would have won without going into overtime – but that's not how jack saw it. in his head, it wasn't about the team.

it was about him.

you tried to swallow but your mouth was too dry. his voice was full of contempt, but he needed to let it out, so you didn't say anything. you placed a hand on his back, slowly and carefully, to see if he could even accept any kind of comfort right now.

at first, the thick muscles of his back tensed. but after a few seconds, he breathed out and dropped his face into his hands. "fuck."

his voice was so low, so weak, but it carried his entire frustration.

you didn't say anything more – and neither did he. until he finally looked up, right at you, chest trembling with his unsure breaths. "i need you."

the unexpectancy of the words felt like a dagger to your heart. it wasn't a sexual thing, not even a romantic thing. he just said it like the words escaped from his lips before he could stop them, before he could think them through.

you had no idea what to do. jack, ever the controlled and confident man, spoke with a voice so frail that it broke mid-sentence. he had never said something like this before; jack had always been the strong one, the one to not admit his weaknesses. he showed his feelings, but very rarely said them.

that's when it hit you – he was feeling more than he said out loud.

you knew you should answer him. say anything, but no words came out. so you did the only thing you knew of; you scooted closer, arms draping across his shoulders and pulling him in for a hug. he froze, but only for a second before melting into the embrace. with his face nuzzled into your hair, he whispered, "i really wanted to win this. not for the team... for myself. to prove that i'm capable of it. because it's... all i have."

hockey wasn't just a career for him, nor just a sport he loved. it was a part of him.

and you were a part of him, too.

"you have me," you whispered back, unsure if it was a promise or not. but at this moment, it was true.

it took jack hours to fall asleep. it was just as hard for you to doze off, to be fair; his words kept echoing through your mind all night.

i need you.

you knew he said it in a moment of vulnerability, that he wasn't thinking. but... he still said it. it definitely could still be true.

instinctively, you turned around to face him in the darkness. the contours of his jaw were illuminated in the soft moonlight, the soft stubble almost begging for you to brush your thumb across it. but when your gaze climbed higher, you realized – his eyes were wide open, staring into the ceiling.

"you're not sleeping," you whispered.

his breath hitched ever so slightly. busted. "no." his voice was hoarse, tired.

"what are you thinking about?"

he was quiet for so long that you were scared he wouldn't answer. "the fact that i'll never be good enough."

it was so out of the blue that your chest ached with guilt. "jack..."

"it doesn't matter how much i practice. there will always be someone better, someone who scores more points than me, someone more worthy to work on."

it hurt to hear him talk that way. both because it was so far from the truth – did he not still hold the record for most points and assists in usntdp history? – and because he was always so sure of himself, so good at pushing himself forward, never letting his insecurities win over him. "you know that isn't true."

he turned his head in your direction. you couldn't properly make out his expression, but you could feel his gaze on you. "do i?"

"jack," you let out a low sigh. "if you hadn't been good enough, you wouldn't even have been here. you've already made it further than most people. this was one tournament, one game; it doesn't define you."

he shut his eyes as if trying to take in your words. when he opened them again, there was something heavier in his eyes. "it feels like it does."

you wanted to say something more, to make him understand. you wanted to rabble records at him, remind him of what his teammates think of him, what all of the reporters say about his talent. yet, there was something about the way he said it that made you realize that none of those things were what he needed. he didn't need someone to say that all was well – he just needed you to be there.

so you moved closer, resting your head atop his shoulder. it wasn't a big step, but it was enough. "it wasn't your night," you whispered eventually. "but you're still you."

it took a while, but then you felt it – his hand, dragging slowly up your arm. he didn't say anything, letting his touch act as a way of thanking you.

that night, you fell asleep closer than ever.

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It's BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Twenty-Three: Pillow Talk time! This one has porn, because blowjobs are a love language. You can read this over here on AO3. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck had always heard people bemoan a routine in relationships, that it took out the romanticism and spontaneity, but he loved it. He loved that on their days off, they took care of their house and ran errands and did things with their friends. He loved bickering about what to eat and who actually knew how to load a dishwasher correctly. It was a sign that everything was good and comfortable, and he had craved comfortable for years.

He tells all of this to Tommy when they’re in bed one night, because Tommy had asked if he wanted to do something more exciting on their next ninety-six while their schedules matched for a couple of weeks. Buck had said he was fine if they didn’t, and Tommy’s face had pinched a bit like he didn’t believe him.

“I just don't want you to feel like things are getting stale.”

So Buck tells him how he feels about doing yard work together and vegging on the couch and meal prepping. As he talks, Tommy’s eyes soften, and he reaches across to cover Buck’s hand with his own.

“Does it bother you?” Buck asks, and Tommy shakes his head. “Really?”

“No,” Tommy replies, his thumb stroking the back of Buck’s hand. “I think I’m really lucky, though, that I found someone who was looking for the same thing. I only saw that in movies or with my grandparents when I was growing up, and I wanted it. Just someone to share my life with, even the boring parts.”

Buck smiles and nuzzles his nose up against the side of Tommy’s hand, curling toward him like a comma. “I mean, our lives aren’t that boring. I had to pull a guy’s arm out of an industrial folding machine yesterday.”

Tommy chuckles and curls toward him, their knees touching under the covers. “Yeah. I think that’s why I like the routine so much. It feels like a safe haven we made just for us.”

“‘You don’t find it, you make it,’” Buck murmurs, warmth spreading through him. He gets it. He finally, really gets it.

“What’s that?”

“I never told you about Thomas?” he says, and the coincidence strikes him for the first time. Tommy’s not a Thomas, but it’s close enough. When Tommy shakes his head, Buck smiles just a bit. “It’s sad. But also kind of not.”

He tells Tommy about the old men and what Thomas had said to him, and by the end, Tommy has his foot hooked over Buck’s calf and he’s crowded close so he can rub Buck’s back and side.

“I thought I knew what he meant—that I didn’t need to just fall into the perfect relationship,” Buck says, smiling. “It does feel kind of like I did that anyway. But there’s work that goes into it, and then there’s making that safe haven. It’s working toward whatever works for us. This works for me.”

“Me, too,” Tommy says, smiling back. His fingers flex against Buck’s ribs before he rubs a big circle along them. “I like doing big things for you. I kind of worried that you’d want that all the time, which is doable and I love it, it’s just…a lot.”

“Sometimes I really just want to come home and do nothing with you. And doing stuff like going to the store is kind of new to me,” Buck points out. “So it’s about as exciting as a weekend in Yosemite.”

“Man, I could’ve saved a lot of money on camping gear,” Tommy says dryly, and Buck nudges his shin with his toes in a half-hearted kick. “So you really do want to just stay home, take care of the yard, and help me regrout the guest bathroom?”

Buck sighs happily. “Yeah. And, hey, I’ve never had a guest bathroom to regrout before, so that’s kind of a new and exciting thing for me. We can mix it up by ordering from that new Thai place we keep passing and saying we should try.”

“Be still my heart,” Tommy teases, closing the small distance between them to kiss him. Buck sighs against his mouth and wraps himself around Tommy as much as he can. When the kiss breaks, Tommy doesn’t move back. “I think maybe the lack of bed death is helping, too.”

“Oh, definitely,” Buck agrees, squirming against him. “And I never get sick of blowjobs. Or handjobs. Or you being inside me. Or me being inside you.”

“What are we going to do when I’m too old to get it up?” Tommy asks, nuzzling his jaw.

“Get a Costco sized bottle of Cialis.” Buck slips his hands under Tommy’s shorts and grabs one of the globes of his ass, huffing out a laugh when Tommy chuckles against his skin and he can feel his nose bump his earlobe when it scrunches. “And then when I can’t get it up anymore, we’ll just—I don’t know. We’ll think of something. Can’t really think of anything right now.”

Tommy unbuttons his boxers and reaches in to squeeze his hand around Buck where he’s starting to harden, and Buck moans softly, using his other hand to push Tommy’s shorts down until his ass is exposed. He shifts back a bit so he can pull the shorts down in the front, and Tommy sucks a kiss into his neck when Buck strokes him.

“I don’t want to get up,” Tommy murmurs, nipping at his shoulder. “So I’m gonna test that ‘never getting sick of blowjobs’ thing, okay?”

Buck shakes his head and detaches his hand from Tommy’s ass to bury his fingers in his hair. “You really want to give me a blowjob just so you don’t have to do cleanup?”

Tommy comes up to kiss him and smiles against his mouth. “I mean, it’s not the only reason.”

“Well, then you get up here,” Buck insists, letting go of Tommy’s dick to pat his hip. “Because I don’t want to get up either.”

“Don’t people usually sixty-nine for sexy reasons?”

Buck scoffs as Tommy gets his shorts off and starts to pull his own boxers down. “I’m pretty sure sucking each other’s dicks is still a sexy reason. Unless you think it’s not, I don’t know.”

“I did not say that.” Tommy nuzzles his nose against the base of Buck’s cock and licks slowly across his balls, drawing a bitten off moan from Buck.

“Get up here,” Buck murmurs, reaching down to squeeze Tommy’s pec. His boyfriend’s gotten just a little soft in the seven months since they’d gotten back together, and Buck loves to grab and squeeze. As soon as Tommy carefully kneels over Buck’s face, Buck hooks his arms in front of Tommy’s thighs and brings his hands up to grip his ass.

“I knew you were going to—fuck,” Tommy gasps when Buck licks over his hole. He grinds back on Buck’s tongue, his hand gripping Buck’s dick while he moans against his hip.

“C’mon, stop slacking,” Buck teases, smacking his ass. “This was basically your idea.”

“If our positions were reversed—Evan.” He whines out Buck’s name when Buck presses his tongue into him and squeezes the head of Tommy’s cock. His mouth finally closes over Buck, and he groans, thrusting loosely into his mouth.

He loves feeling surrounded by Tommy, when Tommy is above him and all Buck can feel and hear and smell and taste is him. He loses himself in it, wishing he’d suggest that Tommy just sit on his face instead, but he loves having Tommy’s arm across his thighs and his chest pressing against Buck’s abs as he bobs up and down on his dick.

When Tommy pulls one of his legs to the side, Buck tilts his hips up and moans against him when two of Tommy’s spit-slick fingers press inside. He fucks back against his hand a few times, his head tipping back as he chokes out moans. He loves how thick Tommy's fingers are, but they're never clumsy or rough with him. He'll stroke and press against places inside Buck that make him feel like he's coming undone at the seams.

“Now who’s slacking?” Tommy murmurs before shifting forward to bite his inner thigh. Buck jackknifes slightly at the sharp sting—his inner thighs are sensitive—and Tommy does it again on the other side before he goes back to sucking Buck’s dick.

Buck squirms under the onslaught of Tommy’s mouth and his fingers, and his hands dig into the meat of Tommy’s ass as he pants out soft pleas and Tommy’s name. When he manages to just barely get a warning out, Tommy uses his fingers against Buck’s prostate and his hand around his dick to milk his orgasm out of him. It’s so much, and it draws his orgasm out into something long and unceasing until Buck is twisting under him from oversensitivity.

As soon as Tommy’s mouth is off of him and his fingers are out of Buck’s ass, he hauls Tommy up to swallow his dick as deep as he can get it, using his hand to cover the rest. With some strong encouragement from his other hand, Tommy starts fucking down into Buck’s mouth like he’s using it to chase his orgasm. Buck’s eyes flutter back in his head a bit at that, and he lets himself get lost in the feeling.

When Tommy grunts out a warning, Buck moans out an acknowledgement just before Tommy’s hips stutter and his cock pumps several bursts of cum onto his waiting tongue.

He flops back and waits for Tommy to shift himself around to do the same, and then Buck curls toward him and kisses him.

“We could keep bees,” Tommy suggests when the kiss breaks.

“Hm?” he hums, focusing on the feeling of Tommy’s hand skimming over his back.

“When we can’t get it up anymore.” Tommy kisses his slack mouth, and Buck half-assedly presses a kiss back, too tired to do much more. “We’ll keep bees. You like bees.”

Buck smiles and tugs the duvet back over them. “I do like bees. And you can grow flowers for them to pollinate. They see big areas of flowers better, so it’ll have to be a lot of flowers.”

“Didn’t Emily Dickinson say it takes one clover and one bee to make a prairie?” Tommy’s hand is resting on Buck’s back now, and he’s nuzzling into Buck’s hair. “I think the prairie is dreams or imagination or something, but maybe she just didn’t know that about the flowers.”

“Why’d Emily Dickinson talk about bees?”

“Think she kept ‘em,” Tommy mumbles, his voice going soft and slurred.

Buck itches to look, but he’ll try to remember in the morning. He doesn’t want to disturb his boyfriend. Tommy sleeps heavily, but getting to sleep can be a bit of a problem. Besides, Buck is too comfortable to reach back for his phone. He’s also working on letting his brain shut off normally instead of just passing out mid-sentence while he’s reading something.

“G’night, Evan. Love you.”

“‘Night, baby. Love you.”

Tommy makes a noise that might be one of amusement, might be one of contentment, and they drift off to sleep together, their heads pressed together on the same pillow.

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🪶 job alternatives rookanis enjoy 🪶

"Have you ever wondered what you would do every day if you weren't a Crow?"

Lucanis shrugs. The motion makes him pull the wooden spoon from the pot a little too quickly, and some of the mushroom sauce splashes onto his waistcoat. He purses his lips, a wet sound from between his tongue and his teeth, as he dips his fingers into his water cup and keeps the stain wet.

"Living the quiet life while waiting for Caterina to marry me off, I suppose."

Bare, freckled arms wrap around him suddenly, blindly threading the buttons from their holes and sliding the waistcoat from his shoulders. Rook sits down on one of the bar chairs she pulls from the storage under the stairs, dipping a fabric brush into a wooden bowl full of soapwater balanced in her lap and scrubbing at the stain over her knee before it can dry.

How she got all of this to happen so quickly, he doesn't know.

She's always buzzing, Spite says, legs spread and arms around her waist as though he's sitting on the stool with her. Her hair cuts into - through - his face. Humming like a bee, a petted cat. Like sun on water and lights in Minrathous.

Lucanis frowns, and can hear Rook's question, even without looking at her, over the bubbling sauce and the salt-grilled meat, even before she says it. So he elaborates.

"Spite says he can hear the lights in Minrathous."

"You can't?" Her tone is confused enough, and earnest, so much so it makes him look up at her, her cheeky smile making rows of dimples in her skin. She was joking. He can't keep his own smile from his face, and that makes her snort.

Spite cackles, fingers clawing into Rook's belly so he doesn't fall from the chair. You believed! Rook can't hear lights. Can't hear Fade. Stupid Lucanis!

She stops scrubbing at the stain for a moment, regarding him quietly. If it were anyone else looking at him this intensely, it would make him so very uncomfortable.

"I meant, if it were just you. If you could do whatever you want."

"I never thought about that before. So much in my life has been decided for me."

Rook dips the brush in the soapwater again. Lucanis takes care to be slow, measured, when he transfers the pasta into the sauce. Rook wouldn't mind at all if he got more stains on himself and undressed his shirt, as well.

But then they would be neither talking nor eating, and at least one of them should make sure their bellies are filled.

"I think, maybe you'd have a Tavern. You'd get to cook all day, every day."

Therapist, Mother, Maid.

"Ah, but cooking is a hobby for me. Never pursure your hobbies for money, Rook."

"Well, people don't pay anyone to read or sleep. Or eat."

"There are food critics in this world. Food tasters, too." He cups his hand under the tasting spoon he leads to her mouth, to prove his point.

Good food. Good Rook. Better food makes better Rook. Rook is perfect as she is. You can make her perfecter! I don't need to. You COULD. Fine, I'll bite; what is she lacking in?

Spite pauses, looking at the way Rook's body dents under his fingers, her hair only barely not tickling in his nose.

She can't see me. I want to be seen. I want HER to see. I'll talk to Emmrich. PROMISE! Spite, I promise to talk to Emmrich about what can be done - after dinner. YES!

Rook is oblivious to their discussion, wrapping her lips around the whole spoon and humming, then snatching the spoon from him to steal another mouthful from the pan.

"Mmh, that's good. But you wouldn't want your Rook to go check if King Marcus is being poisoned once again, would you?"

"But you wouldn't be my Rook, would you?"

NO! No world without! Lucanis. Spite. Rook. Together. Match like ass to bucket. Spite wraps his arms around her tighter, like garrotting someone under their own weight rather than rope.

Lucanis reaches under Rook's thighs, grabs the stool and pulls her close. She shrieks in delight, abandons bowl, brush and waistcoat to the floor with little more than a careless shove from her lap.

"And if you weren't my Rook, then where would we be?" He kisses her big front teeth, because she breaks into a grin before he meets her lips.

-

"I mean, it's not like I had much of a choice in my career choice, either," Rook starts, answering a question he'd already forgotten between the simmering food, his demon rocking himself and their Rook so forcefully it makes the stool creak, and her sweet lips. Her fingers work to tuck his shirt back into his pants as he straightens up. "I'm told my father abandoned me at the bottom of the Chantry stairs, and the lay sister that found me sold me to Brother Benito."

"Why would an orphange buy orphans?' He prepares a small tasting plate for Rook; the longer it stays on the fire now, the more the flavor will infuse, and he wants to make sure it's the right flavor.

"To sell them off to the Crows and whorehouses for insane markup to feed the ones that won't sell." She shrugs, and some of the sauce drips off the plate and onto her pants. She doesn't notice.

"Or I would've become a market monger. Ugh, the horror." She shudders. "Did you overhear the poor girl in Dock Town the other day?"

"Remind me?"

"Outside the fancy bakery, who told her customer all the quiche flavors she had, twice."

"Ah, yes. With the little hand-written labels on everything."

"Yeah, and the customer pointed to the spinach one that said Spinach on the label, and asked which one that was, and she went, the spinach one, and the customer asked if there's spinach in it." She rubs circles into her temples in frustration, just from the memory of it. "I would've shoved it down their throat in one piece and told them to tell me."

Lucanis laughs.

"You would."

"So, I get it. I never thought about it, either. My employment perspective sucks any way you slice it - well." She pauses, and as she stands from the stool, to put it pack in its place and set the table, it almost looks like she's holding on to Spite for balance, almost like she's waiting for him to stand first.

"Maybe the whorehouse would've worked out okay; I like having sex."

And because she knows his mind, his heart and his soul, instead of going about her business, she leans against the countertop next to him, a hand on his elbow and turning his face to look at her.

She knows something she said troubles him, even with her back turned, only from sensing the way his troubles roll off his shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

There's no accusation, never accusations with her, only genuine interest and desire to help.

Speaking of these things are easier for him if he can pretend he's muttering to himself, so he puts his entire focus on moving the pasta around in the sauce with a flick of his wrist.

"Does it bother you?" He can barely hear his own words over the sizzling and swooshing of his cooking.

"Does what bother me?" Lucanis makes a face and a noise, and in his periphery, he can see the puzzle pieces assembling in Rook's mind. "What? No! Why would you - because I just said I enjoy having sex."

Her hand wraps around his, makes him put down pan and spoon. Pulls him to her chest, squeezes so tight he might burst like an overfull waterskin.

"I thought - well, I've heard people describe my speed as, slow. Annoingly slow."

"To your face?" He shakes his head. The motion makes her earrings chime as they brush against one another.

"Don't wor- try not to worry about this, all right?" She squeezes a kiss to his ear. "I enjoy secretly adding needless punctuation to Viago's letters, and I don't do that a whole lot, either. Everything's fine. At some point, we'll look at each other and all we'll want is to make each other feel good. I can wait for that point."

"You shouldn't have to constantly wait for me."

Her left hand lifts from his ribs, then a scratch: shaking the pan so the food doesn't burn. Her right hand holds on to him all the tighter.

"Your feelings in this matter more than mine, Lucanis." She hears him inhale, feels his chest shift against hers with his expanding lungs. Instead of gripping, her right hand turns to lightly patting against his spine. "I know what that sounds like. I didn't say my feelings don't matter. What I mean is, we'll go at the pace you feel comfortable with, because this is new for you. And that's okay."

She readily accepts him, once he gathers his courage and moves back up to kiss her, both hands on his jaws, her shoulders, tipping her back over the countertop, her bottom lip escaping him only when a stray thought breaks her into a grin.

"I have two hands and ten fingers; I'll manage."

SEE? She does it! I told you!

They laugh and kiss and are so enveloped inside of their cocoon that he almost doesn't hear the heavy doors push open, a low-pitched gross is shoved into the air, and the doors pull back closed.

Rook, already grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back over her arched back, laughs so hard he kisses teeth instead of lips.

🪶

powered by me hating my job 😊

this then escalated immensely lol

[~rina]

@chubritza im not gonna call this a tag list lmao but i know you want to see things <3

[bucks-babe]

Please release take it of baby I’m begging

So I haven’t been active since like, July or something, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. It’s part of the same fic but idk if I want to change the entire plot of it 😂. So here is some straight smut from said fic.

CW: fingering, oral m!rec, facefucking, almost passing out, Bucky is a dork but he’s in love, same universe as change my ways for you

He sets you down on the sink and turns the shower on. It doesn’t escape you that he set the temperature to what he calls ‘Dante’s Inferno’ before taking the condom off, tying it and throwing it away. You lick your lips at the sight of his soft cock. Even when he isn’t hard, it’s the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. With his perfectly pink tip partially covered with foreskin, dick resting on his heavy balls, cum still on his perfect cockhead, balls soaked in your slick - He was gorgeous.

“Loverboy, please.” You didn’t have to elaborate any further, Bucky knows what you want. You know he will, too. All you have to do is give him your best set of puppy eyes and he’ll do whatever you want.

“Sweets, I can barely feel my legs and you want me to do that?” You both know he is going to do it anyway. He can never say no to you. It takes one look at your face, and Bucky breaks.

Sighing, Bucky faces you, far back enough that you can see his whole body, and circles his hips. Your head follows the rotation of his cock, hypnotized. The clapclapclap of his cock smacking against his sack has your legs clenching and a moan slipping out of your lips. “Thank you, loverboy. Can I ask you one more thing though?”

Bucky stops swinging his cock and walks over to you, settling in between your legs after you open them for him, because you will always open for him. Looking into your eyes, Bucky’s hand finds your cunt, still sopping, and slips two fingers in, curling them with each slow pump.

“Course, sweets. Whatever my girl wants.” He adds his thumb into the mix, circling your clit. You moan and throw your head back, his other hand stops you from hitting the glass of the mirror.

“Shower. Suck your cock. Please.” You see his reaction, dick swelling with blood, growing harder by the second.

“I would never say no to that, sweets, but you’re gonna have to cum on my fingers first.” It’s not going to be a difficult task, pussy already pulsing. Pushing yourself up, your head finds the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around him, hips meeting his fingers. Your moans get more frequent and higher in pitch, but Bucky needs to see your face when you cum. He grabs the back of your neck before switching his grip to your chin, keeping your eyes on him.

“C’mon, pretty girl, give me your cream, soak my fingers.” It only takes a few more thrusts before you fall apart on his fingers. “Good girl, good fucking girl. That’s it, doing so good for me. Love you so much, sweets.” He keeps pumping into you slowly, helping you ride out your orgasm before removing his fingers and using his hand, covered in your slick, to wrap around his cock, jerking himself off.

He pulls you into the shower, hissing at the “boiling water” but he doesn’t have time to complain before you drop to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. “Fuck, sweets, shit. That fuckin’ mouth a’ yours is gonna be the death of me.” He can’t help but to buck his hips into your mouth, chasing more and more of your heat.

You pull off for just a second, spit keeping you connected to his dick. “Don’t want to be able to talk after this, loverboy, so you better get to work.” You don’t wait for a response before slurping his cock, taking him down to the base, sticking your tongue out to lick his balls.

Bucky pulls you off his cock, twisting you around so your head was against the shower wall, and spreads his legs so one is on each side of your body. He grabs both sides of your head, keeping you in place, not giving you any room to move. You smile up at him in complete bliss and his cock twitches, thrusting against your face, rubbing your spit and his precum everywhere.

“If you can’t keep that bratty mouth shut, then I guess I’ll have to keep it stuffed with my dick, huh?” You smirk at him, ready to get smart with him but he takes the opportunity to shove his cock to the back of your throat. At the sudden intrusion, your eyes bulge out, gagging immediately.

He pulls out, only giving you a second to breathe before slamming his cock back in, hip bones meeting your cheeks, heavy sack resting against your chin, holding your head there until he hears your feet scramble against the shower floor in a panic. Instead of pulling off and letting you take a breath, he only pulls off enough for you to suck in air through your nose before he brutally starts fucking your throat.

With your head being held in between his hands and his feet bracing each side of you, you're trapped, the only option is to take his assault on your throat. The sound of your gagging only turning him on more. If you want to stop, you’ll tap his leg, he knows that and for that reason he fucks your mouth as hard as he wants, knowing you can take it.

“Fuck! Yes, sweets, such a whore for my cock, letting me use you like a fucking fleshlight. Oh, fuck, best fucking mouth I’ve ever had, know that? Shitttt, open wider and stick that pretty tongue out and lick my sack.”

You feel lightheaded, barely able to get any oxygen in with the speed of his thrusts. The sound of his hips meeting your face is salacious, water adding to your inability to properly breathe. You open your jaw as wide as you can, ignoring the ache, the heavy slap of his balls on your tongue addicting.

Somehow the speed of his thrusts get faster and your oxygen is cut off completely. His hips slapping against your face cause water to splash, and you have to close your eyes. You’re leaking onto the shower floor, thighs soaked. You can’t bring yourself to tap out, needing him to fill your throat.

“Oh my god, sweets. Fuckfuckfuck, gonna bust. So fucking good, oh shit. Gonna take it, fuck, know you are, shit. Take it, fucking take my load, SHIT!” Bucky’s hips spasm, cum bursting from his tip. You can’t open your eyes, they feel too heavy. You’ve lost the ability to swallow, his cum flooding your throat with nowhere to go.

He rides out his orgasm before pulling off. With your last bit of strength, you keel over, coughing and sputtering while simultaneously trying to suck in air. Bucky immediately drops to his knees and picks up your head.

“Sweets! Look at me! Fuck! Please, tell me you’re okay.” Bucky feels his heart drop, you look like you’re about to die, completely disoriented, eyes glazed and unfocused. He rushes to turn off the water and carries you out to the bedroom, not bothering to dry either of you off.

Your entire body is limp and Bucky puts his head on your chest, almost crying when he hears your heart. Frantically, Bucky shakes you, trying to get you to talk to him. “Sweets, please, are you okay? Need you to get up.”

He hides his face in the crook of your neck, curling his entire body around yours. You feel his hot tears run down your neck but you don’t have the strength to speak just yet. You try nonetheless but the only sound that comes out is a broken groan.

Bucky shoots his head up, only to find you with the biggest smile on your face. Neither of you say anything, you because you have lost the ability to speak, and Bucky because he thought that he just killed you with his dick.

The first word that comes out of your mouth is just a croak and it takes a few attempts for you to be able to speak. “Never came from sucking a dick before.” Bucky’s eyes bulge out of his skull. He’s over here terrified that he killed you with his cock and is going to have to explain to the police that he didn’t mean to suffocate you with his dick but your mouth was so fucking good that he lost control.

“Shit, sounds like I’ve been smoking two packs a day for thirty years.” You try to laugh but you end up coughing to which Bucky sits you up and pats your back.

“Sweets, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that I went too far. I hurt you.” You slap your hand over his mouth, albeit a little too hard but you don’t have control over your body right now.

“Shut it, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Dude, I fucking came from sucking your cock, you should be proud.”

“Did you just call me ‘dude’” Of course Bucky focuses on that.

“Dude, you know how I get when I cum. You’re my dude, dude. Trust, I loved it. Top tier.” Bucky can’t do anything but laugh. Only you would say some shit like that after sucking his dick. It did make him feel better though.

“I guess you’re my dude too, then.” Bucky rolls the two of you over, still soaking wet from the shower, pulling your body close, your still twitching body relaxing in his hold.

[callixpene]

L&DS Future Lifetime Series - PART 3: THE CHASE BEGINS

Note: We are back to the individual POVs of the Love Interests for Part 3😁

MASTERLIST - For PART 1(Completed), PART 2(Completed) & PART 3(Ongoing) of this series

L&DS Future Lifetime Series - PART 3: SYLUS X OC - THE CHASE BEGINS

Sylus X OC.

Set in Future Timeline. All Love Interests have no memories of their past lives. All of the MCs(5 Sisters) all have memories of their past lives. Very persistent LIs. Avoidant MCs. Love at first sight. Soulmates.

Genre: Fluff, Some Angst, Slightly Suggestive

"I would like to speak with Miss Nyx Kingsley, bring her here for me."

"Right away Sir." the waiting staff replied, before he left.

VIP access was so incredibly convenient, Sylus thought. He had precedence and could make any sort of demand.

And Sylus relished in the fact that he had superiority.

Nexus' event staff did not even think twice about accepting his sponsorship after finding out he was bringing in Rafayel, from Mo Art Studio, as the art curator, and Zayne, from Akso Hospital, as the head of the medical team. The event planners were tasked to look for the best of best for all aspects of this party, and Sylus had presented his trump cards to them at the perfect time.

It was fairly obvious that Nexus spared no expense with this business party. There was the main party hall downstairs where guests mingled and talked about business and investments. Then, there was a beach & pool resort outside, should some of the guests wished to go for a swim. Finally, for some guests who wanted to unwind, there was a makeshift nightclub at the top floor, and this was where Sylus was.

He was settled on a large nook at the VIP lounge. Far away from the crowd.

The music wasn't too loud, as to not disturb those who were downstairs, but the atmosphere was still lively. Guests danced and drank with one another just like in any other posh nightclub at Linkon's high street.

"Sir, Miss Nyx is here. As you've requested."

Sylus turned his head, and sure enough, she was there.

Nyx was dressed in a tight-fitting, velvet red dress. It hugged every inch, every curve of her enticing figure, perfectly. The mere sight of her could make any man fall to their knees.

And Sylus was not immune to her spell.

Even as she stood there, a grimace taking over her expression as she realized which VIP guest had requested her presence.

Sylus chuckled and her face soured even more.

His Kitten was getting feistier by the minute.

"Well done." Sylus said, as he discreetly handed a handsome tip to the waiting staff. "Now, leave us alone."

As the staff eagerly left, Sylus patted the seat beside him.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Kitten?" Sylus smirked. "Or would you rather I carry you myself and put you on my lap instead?"

He wanted to touch her, to feel her smooth, delicate skin with his fingertips.

But he willed himself to behave. Sylus would not do anything without her consent.

"Mr. Sylus." Nyx rubbed her forehead with her hand in frustration. "I'm almost certain that you did not call me here to talk about business. So let's not waste each other's time. I need to tend to the other guests..."

"You're forgetting that I have a VIP ticket to this event, Sweetie." Sylus replied, smugly. "And it states on the invitation that VIPs can request to speak with anyone from the Kingsley family."

"Yes, but only for business-"

"Oh, I have business matters to discuss as well with you. Don't forget about our deal, Sweetie. Remember, you are the only one from Nexus I'm permitting to speak with me for our dealings. This is for the sake of our partnership. Now, what are you going to do about that?"

With a huff, Nyx stomped towards the seat next to him and begrudgingly sat down.

"That's what I thought." Sylus replied. He gestured towards another waiting staff. "A bottle of champagne for me and my lady."

Nyx swiftly faced him. "I am not your lady." She said through gritted teeth.

As she said that, Sylus felt an ache in his chest.

He was actually hurt by her blatant refusal.

Damn, since when did he get this soft?

In one swift motion, Sylus held the tip of her chin and turned it to face him.

"Now Kitten..." He said, tone stern yet sincere. "I really don't like it when someone plays with my emotions."

Nyx's eyes widened.

Then, she smirked.

Sylus was taken aback by this. "Sweetie, what-"

His words were cut off as Nyx kissed him.

And it was not some gentle, innocent peck.

When she sought entrance, Sylus opened his mouth and responded to her with much fervor.

His mind went blank.

She was actively touching him as well.

Sylus could only grunt when she kissed and sucked the sensitive spot behind his ear, his Adam's apple and the bottom of his neck.

It was as if Nyx knew exactly where to touch: where his weak spots are, and which parts of his body to caress to make him shudder as they continued to kiss passionately.

Sylus had to hold himself back from moaning, despite how pleasurable she was making him feel.

He was on cloud nine.

He couldn't help but to put his hands on her and caress her body back as well.

They made out for what seemed like several minutes. They only stopped when both of them felt like they were on the verge of fainting and desperately needed to take a breath.

"Kitten...." Sylus' expression was euphoric.

Despite his handsome looks, he had absolutely no experience with sexual matters. He never found himself interested in anyone before.

But at this very moment, he was damn desperate.

It seems his woman was a master at seduction.

And that made him love and want her even more.

"Come here..." He leaned forward to embrace her, to feel her lips once more, to express the depth of his love and devotion through touch.

But Nyx stood up before he could hold her.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Sylus." She smirked. "It also states in the invitation that each VIP guest can only spend a maximum of 20 minutes with the Kingsley family member of their choice." She said, then she showed her smartphone to him. "It's been twenty minutes, I'm leaving now."

"You little minx....." Sylus replied as he continued to breathe heavily. His mind was still foggy, it was still slowly phasing out of its blissful state.

His knees were so damn weak right now. It would take him a couple of minutes at least to recover.

Nyx huffed. "Goodbye Mr. Sylus. Oh, and don't bother seeking for me for the rest of the night. This island is huge. I'm going to make sure you won't find me this time."

At that, she walked away and left the room.

She really did leave him all hot and bothered like this.

Sylus' ego was bruised. She successfully played with his emotions after all. He was entirely bewitched by her.

Inwardly though, he was thrilled.

He loved a good chase. And the way that his Kitten was playing this game was making it so much more entertaining for him.

His fingers traced his lips, as he recalled the way she had kissed him earlier.

His body was still hot. He groaned when he felt the hardness on his crotch.

He was going to have to relieve this by himself, for now.

Oh Kitten, when I catch you, I'm going to get my sweet revenge.

Rafayel's will be up next🩷

Thank you so much to everyone who has kept reading this series up to this point🥹

Please tell me your thoughts in the comments what you think about this series so far💜🩵🩷🧡❤️

[faithisyours]

Falling in the Night

A caitvi nightmare fic

Summary: Vi wakes from a nightmare. It lingers until she’s in Cait’s arms.

wc: 1.2k

cw: nightmare, talk of losing loved ones (not described in detail), hurt comfort if you squint, otherwise all fluff

an: Good day lovely internet people! Here is the nightmare fic I promised. I feel like it’s a bit different than how I usually write, but I like it. Next week I have 4 exams and it's my birthday Wednesday, so pray I make it out alive. Probably no more fics til March unfortunately, but it’s gonna be for The List I think so some good news for some I suppose. I hope everyone is doing well, as always men and minors dni.

In the stillness of their now shared bedroom, Violet jackknifed out of sleep, eyes flying open, wild, panting, and panicked. Covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat, she searched the darkness, parsing out exactly where she was, when she was, and most importantly, who was around her. Cait, the only soul within a five mile radius, the only soul worth a damn to Violet, was sleeping soundly next to her, unperturbed by Vi’s sudden excitation.

A nightmare, it had only been a nightmare, but that fact meant nothing to her sympathetic nervous system, who was working over time priming her with adrenalin. She brought a shaking, sweaty hand to her face, rubbing at her eyes and skin, attempting to shake the feeling, to wipe the residue of the dream off, but to no avail. Placing her head in her hands, she took a long shaky breath in, then out as she brought her knees to her chest. She needed to calm down, get her breathing and heart rate under control. She took another long drag of breath, felt her chest press against her legs as her lungs filled, then pull back apart as she released it.

Alright. She wasn’t panting anymore. Good. But the dream was still stuck to her, still clinging on, sinking its claws in, roaring to life every time she blinked. She should be able to do this, to shake it. She’d had nightmares since she was a kid. It shouldn’t matter that they've been getting worse, she’s older now, she should be able to handle them. But a little part of her didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to go through it herself. That part made her whisper, “Cait,” into the darkness of the bedroom, and, “Caitlyn,” when there was no response the first time.

Cait roused slightly, sighing and rolling over, but she hadn’t woken up, and that was enough for Vi to shut it down. She didn’t need comfort. What was she going to say, anyway? That she’d had a nightmare and wanted to be coddled like a child? No, not happening. She could deal with it.

Silently, she slipped from bed and headed towards the door, careful to avoid creeking it as she passed through. She padded her way down the cold steps and made her way to the kitchen. There, she filled a glass with water, drank half quickly, then poured the other half down the drain. It was still on her, she could feel it, how it stuck to her skin, seeped through to her bones. Falling, everyone was falling, she was falling, dizzy, grip giving out.

She was white-nuckling the counter, she realized, digging crescents into the soft underside wood. Alright. She let go. Then went through another round of breathing, this time counting seconds, in, 2, 3, 4…out, 2, 3, 4. Alright. She was done with that.

Once her breath was even, her heart rate semi-normal, and the anxiety within her beaten down enough so she could barely feel it, Vi filled her cup once more with water, only partially this time, and took one last sip before heading back upstairs. The cold marble floor bit into her feet, but she didn’t mind it. It grounded her, kept her from slipping back into the dream. When she made it back to the bedroom, she silently padded her way across the floor rug to her side of the bed. She sat, trying desperately not to shift the bed too much, then lifted her legs to lay back against the headboard.

There was movement from beside her, and it seemed her attempts to be smooth and silent were in vein, because Caitlyn perked her head up, surveyed her girlfriend, and asked, “Where did you go?”

“Just to get some water,” Vi whispered, giving Cait a small smile that only passed as a grimace.

“Is everything alright?” Cait followed, concern lacing her soft voice.

“Ya, just a bad dream. Everything’s fine now.” Vi responded a bit clipped, pulling the covers over her. She settled, slouched against the headboard. Silently, Cait wiggled her way over towards Vi, threw an arm around her waist, and placed her head gently upon her lover's chest.

After a moment: “Do you want to talk about it?” Cait whispered into the silence of the room.

There was a pause, long enough for Cait to think she wasn’t going to receive a response, but then, “I saw her fall again,” Vi whispered, voice almost inaudible, “Over and over, and I couldn’t -” her voice cracked, emotion welling up, clogging her ability to speak. Cait just hugged her tighter, buried her head deeper. If Vi wanted to keep going, she would, if she didn’t, she would stop. But Cait would be there for her either way, would always be there for her now. And she needed to make sure Vi knew that.

“I couldn’t save her, I couldn’t save any of them,” her voice, so soft and so broken, was filled with hopelessness. Cait’s heart ached, like someone was squeezing it to pieces. She shifted, picking her head up and surveying her girlfriend in the light of the moon, only to find silent tears marring her freckled cheeks. She thought it impossible, but Caitlyn’s heart swelled evermore with an ache that was borderline debilitating. Vi’s eyes were shut tight, tears brimming in the creases formed, and her bottom lip trembled ever so slightly. If Cait wasn’t so painstakingly observant, she would have missed it.

She brought her hands up gently to wipe Vi’s tears away, cupping her cheeks and simply holding her. Vi only flinched slightly at the touch, quickly relaxing into the softness of her love’s hands. Her eyes remained closed, so Cait brought her lips to Vi’s cheeks, kissing away the tears, the sadness, the reminder of pain. With her hands still caressing Vi’s face, she tilted the head between her hands up, wanting Vi to open her eyes, which eventually she did.

“It wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault.” she whispered, her good eye filled with understanding but also determination. None of what happened was her fault. She was only a kid when this all started. How could anything be her fault?

She waited til Vi gave a nod of understanding before Caitlyn brushed a kiss to her forehead. The nod didn’t mean she agreed, only that she understood her words, received and processed them, and that one day she too might believe them.

“Let’s try sleep again, ya? This time I’ll hold you. I’ll make sure no nightmares get you, alright Darling?” Vi nodded and offered Cait a small smile, this one the distant cousin of a grimace. She slipped down into the bed facing Cait, who followed her down, wrapped the covers around them, and gathered Vi tightly in her arms. They held each other like the other was their lifeline, and in a way that was actually true. Finally safe, loved, and calm, Vi drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

[tulip-room]

bells and lace - k. shimizu || wc: 530 || genre: fluff || masterlist || tags: wedding dress shopping, proposals, kiyoko helps reader lace up her dress, fem reader, this is for wyr <3, soft and wholesome, happy tears, drabble

syn. you and kiyoko go dress shopping together (wedding edition)

“do you need help lacing it?” she hears kiyoko speak from the other side of the door. she’s been futzing around with the lace up back of the dress for the past fifteen minutes so it’s nice to hear the voice of her fiancé through the door.

“that would be lovely,” she goes over to the door to unlock it, one arm around the top of the dress to keep it in place. when kiyoko enters the small dressing room she takes a look at the other white dresses hanging up. there’s a small smile on her face as she leans over and kisses y/n. “hello to you too, miss me that much in the fifteen minutes i was gone?” 

“yes, now turn so i can lace this up for you.” she makes a circle motion with her finger and the other turns around. kiyoko goes to work getting everything all nicely situated and ties the strings in a bow. their eyes lock in the mirror and the smile on their faces only amplifies. 

“i think this is the one.” kiyoko’s hands rest on her shoulders and rub gently. “this is the one i can see myself walking to you in.” 

“it’s perfect.” kiyoko moves her head down and kisses the back of her shoulders. “you look stunning as always my love.” 

“do you need help picking a dress?”

“no, i already got it.”

“i thought we were going to get them together?”

“i just want to give you one more surprise, can i do that?”

“i guess i can forgive you,” she says as she turns around to kiss kiyoko. 

the proposal was a shock itself, it was so unplanned that she was a little concerned. kiyoko later told her that she just couldn’t wait anymore and she needed to see a ring on her finger. their friends weren’t there and there wasn’t a big party, kiyoko had done it when they were making dinner together like they do every night. 

“y/n, i love you.” she had said as she put vegetables in a pot. “can i ask you something?”

“you can ask me anything you want my love, im always here for you.” y/n had turned to her with a smile and put the knife down from where she was cutting up herbs. 

kiyoko gently held her hands with a smile and brought them up to her mouth. she kissed them before slowly lowering herself to one knee on the floor. “will you marry me? i had a big speech planned and it was going to be a whole event…but i know you don’t like that. you just look so pretty in our kitchen in your pjs that i want to see this every night with a ring on your finger. so, will you marry me?” 

tears well in both of their eyes and y/n nods her head and pulls kiyoko up from the floor and into a kiss. “i would be stupid not to i think.” she lets out a small laugh as salty tears mix between their lips. “i will marry you, oh i love you so much.”

“i love you too.”

wyr!! i hope you liked it <33 i know it's late but this is still your valentines! I'm so happy that we talked about dinosaurs and i infiltrated your inbox and dms <33 thank you for being such a lovely friend, i love you so much <333

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