#please go read it i cried several times ;w;

[breakingpengui1]

Fanart of my friend's fic Trade the Cup of Sorrow for Some Sentimental Grief which features sick Mihawk and Crocodile being angsty, and both being mutually pinning dense idiots

[dark-fics-4-you]

In the Night

dark!Ghostface!stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader w a side of JJ x Reader

READ ENTIRE WARNING BEFORE PROCEEDING

Warnings: noncon (rape), incest (step siblings), murder, major character death, p in v smut, lowkey yandere themes, knife kink, blood kink, unprotected sex, creampie, Rafe is very obsessed with his little step sister (everyone is 18+)

You cowered behind the car, trying to quiet your shivering sobs. Your mind was racing, barely able to hold onto any thought other than the ghastly scene you had just been forced into.

For months, a masked killer had been terrorizing Kildare and tonight you came face to face with him.

Only to realize that you had been living with him for half of your life.

For the most part, it had been a night like any other, JJ had taken you out on a little dinner date before bringing you back to his house.

You had been dating for several months at this point, a fact that your stepfather, Ward, begrudgingly accepted, but your stepbrother seemed to harbor more resentment towards him than any of the other Pogues.

Just before you had left, Rafe had gotten into yet another argument with you about him, although he had never been so aggressive with you about it before.

“He’s not good enough for you, Y/N! You know he’s just going to get you into trouble.” Your older step brother scolded you.

“Maybe he’d stay out of trouble if you and your gang didn’t bring it to him all the time,” you sniped back, pushing past him to get to the door.

You were interrupted when his hand clamped down hard around your arm just above your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

“Are you seriously trying to walk away from me right now?” Rafe growled as he turned to you, his hold still tight on your arm.

“Yeah, I am, JJ is out front waiting for me. Now let go of me, Rafe.”

He stared down at you, a familiar yet unrecognizable glint in his blue eyes. He scanned your face for a moment, tension heavy in the air, before finally reluctantly releasing your arm with a huff.

“Just uh… stay safe, okay, Y/N? You know how dangerous it’s been recently.” You could have sworn you saw a small smirk on his face before you turned to exit.

When you and JJ got back to his place after dinner, the two of you had just gotten out of the car when you heard him yell.

You turned to see a large figure wearing the same ghost face mask you had seen all over the news holding your boyfriend at knifepoint, the blade pressed into his throat.

JJ struggled against him for a moment, but he flinched when the man dug the sharp metal in just a bit.

“Stop fighting, or she dies next.” The man hissed, his familiar voice stopping you in your tracks as you raced around the car to them.

You were several feet away from them but too petrified to move.

“Stop!” You cried out, tears burning at your eyes. You felt terrified and helpless, unable to take your gaze off of your boyfriend.

The masked man ignored you, continuing to speak to JJ, “you don’t deserve Y/N, you know? She’s too good to be with a filthy Pogue like you.”

His words washed over you like a bucket of cold water as you finally recognized his voice and you wanted to be sick.

Your lips parted to beg with him, don't do this, please, don't hurt him don't hurt him!

At the flinch of his wrist, it was too late. You knew it. The blade glinted as it slid across JJ's neck, and you finally found your voice as a cascade of crimson followed its arc and JJ fell to ground.

You screamed as you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You wanted to collapse, and you probably would have if not for the sound of the killer’s horribly recognizable laughter drawing closer.

In the darkness, you turned, stumbling to the ground painfully before picking yourself up again and running before crouching behind the car JJ had been fixing up.

The chilly autumn air made you shiver and your vision was blurred by your tears.

You still hadn’t gotten over your shock when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N,” he taunted, voice getting closer with each step.

Your heart was thundering in your ears so loudly you were scared he could hear it.

“Just come out now and I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He was on the other side of the car now and you felt your stomach clench in terror.

Your eyes widened when he walked around the car, easily spotting you crouched near the back door.

When he ran towards you, you opened the back car door, blocking him momentarily as you climbed in, planning to slide across and run out the other side.

Your fingertips reached for the door handle, but large hand gripped your legs, pulling you back towards him. Flipping onto your back, you tried to kick him off, desperately scratching at his arms with your your nails at the same time.

The man pinned you beneath him, cackling at your pathetic attempts to fight back. In your panic, you grabbed at his face, pulling his mask off at the same moment his bloodied knife came to your throat.

You froze beneath him, staring up into your step brother’s eyes in shock and horror.

“Rafe?” You whispered, tears spilling past your lashes. “Why?”

A sickening grin spread across his lips as he leered above you. “Didn’t I always tell you, sweetheart? JJ isn’t good enough for you. He didn’t know you like I do.”

His free hand came to your cheek, stroking it lovingly and accidentally smearing JJ’s blood across your skin.

“Stop it!” You whimpered, nausea bubbling up in your gut as the coppery scent hit your nostrils. “You’re insane!”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed at that, anger darkening his eyes. He drew so close you could feel his breath against your skin, “I’m just trying to protect you-”

“Protect me?!” You hissed, tears streaming down your cheeks now.

Rafe’s nose twitched, frustration written all over his face.

“You don’t get it,” he mumbled, eyes leaving your face and trailing down your chest. “But I’ll show you.”

Rafe removed the large blade from your throat, grabbing the bottom of your shirt before slicing it down the middle.

You whimpered beneath him, trying to cover yourself up, but his knife found your throat again, pressing down slightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you too,” he threatened, his low voice making your stomach twist.

His pupils were blown wide as he took you in.

“No bra?” He grinned wickedly, “guess my lil sis is more of a slut than I expected.”

“Rafe,” you pleaded, voice breaking through your tears as you looked up at him. “Please, I’m scared.”

He groaned at that, pressing closer and you shuddered at the feel of him growing harder against you. You squirmed when his large hand cupped over your tit, squeezing your nipple between two fingers and drawing a whine from your throat.

His lips smothered yours, hungrily tasting you and taking your breath away. With the cold metal at your throat, there was nowhere to turn to get away from him. Nausea churned inside you when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled away finally and put the knife down on the floor to unbuckle his belt, fumbling with his button and zipper before freeing his erect cock from his boxers, not even bothering to push his pants down.

At the sight of your step brother stroking his hard dick above you, your tears started flowing again, disgust and horror mixing with a third emotion you were too ashamed to identify.

Rafe forced your thighs apart, pushing your skirt up to reveal your pink panties.

“Shit, Y/N,” he groaned, pressing his thumb to your covered clit. You squirmed in his grasp, biting your lip to stop your whimpers from escaping.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he breathed through gritted teeth, grabbing your panties and sliding them to the side before lining his tip up with your slick entrance.

“Stop, Rafe-!” your protest was cut off when your step brother pushed himself inside you, stretching your unprepared cunt around him.

You whined loudly, heart skipping a beat when his hand wrapped around your throat, smearing the blood from the knife across your tender skin.

He stilled above you for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he basked in the feeling of your snug walls squeezing around him, tighter than he could have imagined. He inched himself deeper until his tip kissed your cervix.

Rafe leaned closer to you, his lips covering your before he began slowly thrusting into you, increasing his pace with each push of his cock.

You mewled against his lips, confused and disgusted with yourself when you could feel yourself growing wetter around him.

He broke the kiss and you gasped for breath, only for his grip to tighten around your throat.

There was nowhere to go, and Rafe easily caged you in on top of the leather seats of car. You felt claustrophobic, overstimulated by the feel of him rutting into you in the cramped backseat.

The lewd sound of his cock plunging into your slick cunt taunted you, and you couldn’t control the pornographic moans that he was forcing out of you.

His thrusts were brutal, bordering on punishing at this point, and his fingers were squeezing around your neck so tight your vision was becoming fuzzy at the edges.

“Rafe-!” You choked, hot tears burning at your eyes.

The world was spinning around you, the pressure building between your legs. You grabbed onto Rafe, clinging to him tightly in your confusion.

“Tell me you love me,” he groaned, not slowing his pace at all as his thumb found your clit, messily rolling over it.

Your skin crawled at his words, stomach flipping as you nervously shook your head no, but you couldn’t bite back your moan as he teased your tender bud.

You knew that only pissed him off more though, and his grip on your throat tightened in warning.

“Tell your big brother you love him, dumb fucking slut.” He hissed, hitting a spot that made you see stars.

“I-” you whimpered before whispering. “I love you.”

He kissed you hard, growling as he pulled away and resting his damp forehead against yours.

“Tell me again, baby.”

His hips tilted to meet yours, pushing himself deep inside you with each thrust. His thumb lazily traced your clit, pulling you to the brink.

“I love you,” you moaned, primal desires overcoming your thoughts of resisting.

“Again.”

“I love you, fuck, Rafe!” you whimpered as you were pushed over the edge.

Blinding white light exploded behind your closed eyes as you came undone around him. Sinful pleasure tingled between your legs as he fucked you even harder, and he cursed as you squeezed around him.

You couldn’t think straight, much less control your mouth, and the endless string of “I love you Rafe”’s that rolled off your tongue was the reason it wasn’t long before your step brother was painting your walls with his sticky seed.

[oizysian]

XI. LET HER GO

Word count: 1.1k

All Eyes on Me masterlist

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CELEB NEWS

Elizabeth Olsen was spotted, once again, on a 'date' with the mysterious Y/N. Olsen, 33, is married to Milo Greene band member Robbie Arnett, who was in Los Angeles at the time.

Olsen and Y/N were seen getting chummy at an ice cream parlor in New York City.

Not much is known about Y/N, as she seems to be very private despite being an Internet personality. She seems to get along well with the Marvel actress and her co-stars, as Y/N was also spotted hanging out with Brie Larson, better known as Captain Marvel.

•

"Shit."

I bit my lip as I read and re-read the article, again and again as if it would magically change before my eyes. Now, this was bad.

I sat in silence, staring at my phone clenched tightly in my hand. We really fucked up this time. I really fucked up this time.

Maybe if I just ignored it, it would go away, cease to exist, disappear.

My phone vibrated, a text message appearing at the top of my screen. Brie, obviously having seen the article, and god knows how many others, wanted to know what was going on. No wonder she was confused, I had been so adamant about keeping my relationship with Lizzie strictly platonic, that now that the lines were blurred, publically, I had a lot of explaining to do.

I scratched my head in frustration, hoping the sensation of my nails against my scalp would distract me from yet another mess I got myself into. Why did I have to go and screw everything up?

It's just a misunderstanding.

I finally replied to her, and it was true. It hadn't been a date and the flirting had just been innocent fun between friends. Now to explain this to everyone else.

What did it matter what the world thought anyway? Lizzie and I both knew what was going on. Rumors and gossip just came with the territory and it was something I had to get used to.

My phone went dim with inactivity and I sighed. I should be talking to Lizzie about this. She was the married one - she was the one who had the most to lose. Her marriage, her reputation was all at stake here.

The ringing of my phone caused me to nearly jump straight out of my skin. I took a deep breath and checked who it was before answering.

Lizzie.

Shit, shit, shit, okay, I could do this.

I cleared my throat and picked up, waiting a beat before finally speaking.

"Hello?"

"Y/N," she was crying. "We need to talk."

"Lizzie," I was panicking now. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Robbie and I had a fight."

I swallowed roughly, my stomach turning at her words. I could feel the bile of sick rising up my throat as I processed her words.

It was all my fault.

"Lizzie, I-I'm sorry." I was silent as she cried on the line. "I'm sorry."

"I told him we're just friends, but he doesn't believe me."

Of course he doesn't. He would have to be an idiot to ignore the signs of an affair, even an emotional one. But, we weren't having an affair of any kind. We were just very friendly with each other.

"I don't know what to do." I felt helpless.

"Just ... just talk to me."

"Okay." I breathed in. "I can do that. I can talk."

She let out a small, broken chuckle and I couldn't help my heart fluttering at the sound. Even at a time like this, I could still make her laugh - even if unintentionally.

"Where are you?"

"I'm home. I got home yesterday." She sniffled. "I just can't believe he won't listen to me."

"Give it time. You didn't do anything wrong." Right?

"But, it looked wrong. And now my husband doesn't trust me."

The sick that built up in my throat nearly shot out at the severity of her words. I was ruining her marriage by playing games with her. I couldn't do this. I couldn't hurt her like this.

"Lizzie ..." I could feel the tears burning the corners of my eyes, like pinpricks. "I need to go."

"What?" She sounded so small, so hurt.

"I don't think you want to ruin your marriage over someone like me."

"W-what? Y/N, no don't do this, please -!"

"Goodbye, Elizabeth. It's better this way. I promise you'll be happier."

"No, no, Y/N!"

I hung up. I couldn't bare to hear her like that, knowing it was all my fault and that I caused such trouble between her and Robbie. We were just friends. We were.

I brought up my text messages, tapping quickly on Brie's name and typing.

I'm an idiot. I was foolish to think I could be someone special to her. I was foolish to put myself in this position. I ended it. She needs her husband more than she needs me.

It sounded as if we were having an affair. God, it did look bad. I needed time to myself. I needed to get high. I had to forget everything and make all the pain and suffering go away, just for a little while.

What have you done?

I ignored the incoming call from Lizzie, letting it ring until it went to voicemail. I could do this all day if I had to.

I let her go.

My phone rang again, this time it was Brie.

"Hel-"

"What happened?" She cut me off, getting straight to the point.

"We were seen in an ice cream shop -"

"Yeah, I know that part."

I ignored her.

"- and now Robbie thinks she's having an affair."

"Isn't she?"

"No! She-she's not! She didn't do anything wrong."

"But you did?"

"Yes." My voice was small and broken.

"What did you do that she didn't?"

"I ..." What did I do? I wasn't even sure anymore. "I made her -"

"You made her what? See that you're a great, fun person to be around? That maybe you're someone she could trust?"

"It's all 'maybes', Brie!" I was tired. So tired. "Maybe I was just a fun little distraction - who knows!"

"Y/N, you're upset. I get that. But, pushing her away isn't the answer."

"Then what is?! What could be the solution to this fucked up mess?”

"Talking things out."

"I don't want to talk. I want it to go away."

"You're an idiot if you leave it like this." She warned, and I knew she was right. But, Elizabeth's happiness meant more to me than my own.

"Then I'm an idiot."

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop @scarlie-johalsen-blog @annie-ahmelia

[harrietswriting]

Hey can you do an imagine with the gang with a reader that is struggling with mental health and they try get her to come and hang out and stuff??

an: guys thank you for the requests!!! This is a cute prompt. I'm combining this with another request I got that was for a lake day with the gang and they see your sh scars. I like the lake day idea but writing about poor mental health and sh is too much for me, so they'll be no sh in this

W: poor mental health, not entirely proof read

The Outsiders x sad!reader

They convince you to come hang out with them at the lake (platonic)

You felt bad turning down the guys' request to spend the day at the lake, but you couldn't bring yourself to go. You've been doing really awful lately. Everything is stressful and it all feels like too much. You couldn't bring yourself to even engage in any of your hobbies. Nothing seemed to put a long lasting smile on your face.

You started crying once you hung up, after rejecting their offer. You sunk down the wall and cried. Is this how you'll be forever? Sad, hopeless, distressed? You wrapped your arms around your legs and cried into your knees as thoughs swirled in your head.

After several minutes, you feel asleep, right there in the hallway. You dreamt of a day at the lake. You dreamt that you were smiling and laughing with the guys as you all swam and jumped in. But your happy dream didn't stay long.

You were pulled underwater by an unseen force. You made fruitless attempts to escape but to no prevail. You could here a ringing in your ears and... wait a minute that's the phone.

You open your sluggishly stand up. You grab the phone off the wall and hold it to your ear.

"Hello?" You say.

"Hey, y/n, we've decided that you have to come to the lake with us." Darry says.

"Yeah we miss you!" Someone else says, it's faint.

"I- I can't go." You don't sound very sure.

"Come on! We haven't seen in days! And it'll be fun." A new voice says, probably Soda.

"But-"

"No buts."

And faintly in the background you hear, "We'll come over and drag you there."

A small smile form's on your face, but you can't bring yourself to agree to come.

"Cmon y/n, we've been worried about you." He lowers his voice a bit. "Please come."

You hesitate and think for a moment. You sigh because you know you should go. Maybe it will be fun.

"Fine."

"Great!" You can hear the phone being handed over. "Okay, meet us there at 2." Darry says.

"Okay." It's around 11 right now.

"See you there." The phone is hung up. You put the phone back on the receiver.

You had just under 3 hours to get ready. You walk off to your bathroom.

~~~

You put on a t-shirt over your swim suit, then pull on of demin shorts. You look at yourself in the mirror. You don't look.. awful. You pick up the bag that had sunscreen and a towel in it and you were going to put your clothes in. You leave the bathroom and head to the kitchen, where you left your sunglasses on the counter. You put on your shoes and looks at the time. It's 1:23. You still have awhile before you have to leave.

Thats too long to wait. You grab your keys and head out the door. You'll just stop at the store on the way and quickly pick up snacks or something. You get into the your car and pull down the sun visor. The reflection that looks back at your looks too bright, they look fake. You fix your hair and practice a smile then put it back up. You start the car and pull out of the driveway.

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"You made it!" Sodapop smiles when he sees you walking over.

You smile back. "Yep."

Ponyboy, Johnny, and Two-Bit were already in the water. Darry and Dally were throwing around a food ball, Darry pauses to wave. Just as you start to wonder where Steve is, he runs off the dock and jumps into the lake while yelling.

"We're all real glad you could come, y/n." Soda says sincerely.

"I'm glad I could come too." That wasn't entirely true.

"Soda! Y/n! Get in the water!" Steve yells at the two of you.

Soda looks at you and says, "race you" then takes off.

You scoff "thats not fair! I still have my clothes on!" You take off you shirt and shorts as quickly as possible before taking off after Soda. He jumps off the dock, and you soon follow.

You swim around, splash eachother, and play games in the water with the boys, Darry and Dally join too. You all get way to competitive when you play 500 (or spud or jackpot idk it had different names sorry). You play chicken fight which is so fun, and no life guards are around to tell you to stop.

You have fun. You genuinely smile and laugh, and you're happy. You're happy.

Everyone gets out of the water for a snack break. Its really dinner time, but no one brought enough food for a meal. You happily hand out the pops you got for everyone, having memorized their favorites. Ponyboy is over the moon when he's handed the Dr. Pepper. You also got chips. Dally smokes.

After eating eating and drinking, everyone heads back into the water, except you and Johnny. You wanted to put more sunscreen on your face. Johnny sat by you.

"We've, uh, we've all been real worried about you, y/n. ...Are you doing okay?" Johhny asks. His focuses on his hands instead of looking at you.

"I could be worse." You rub sunscreen under your eyes. You don't want to lie to him, but you also didn't want to tell him the truth, so you'd have to be vague.

"Being here helping at all?" He asks.

You smile. "Yeah, I'm glad you all convinced me to come."

"It was Dally's idea."

Shocked is an understatement. "Really?"

"Well.. I guess not. We were talking about you and how we hadn't seen you in a while. And Dallas said something about forcing you to come out of your house. Then Darry proposed this. So I guess it was Darry's idea." He shrugs.

"Wait.. this whole lake day was planned just to get me to hang out with you guys?"

He nods.

You look away and smile a little. You felt so loved by your friends. They care about you.

You look at him again. "Let's get back in the water."

An: sorry this is short!! Please leave me more requests if you have any. I'm doing a Dallas fic nextttt. Bye loves 💕

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Catch Me If You Can

I'm flagging this with a Violence thingy//dark content warning too, just to be on the safe side.

A/N ::: This was inevitable. It started out serious then just got kinda stupid/funny. Maybe not ha-ha funny, but roll your eyes funny? I can just see Tenya doing this if he's had a particularly trying and horny day. Like, obvi he wouldn't be a total piece of shit and push the envelope like this. But in my head, tonight, he mf'ing DOES. Idk. Hope it makes someone roll their eyes in a good way. Thanks for reading! I think this is my first time writing for Tenya.

C/W ::: F!reader, spanking, dark content potential, abuse of/drunk with power, ass licking, ass kissing (literally), dom Tenya, dubcon, punishing for rule breaking, panties in F!mouth, unprotected sex P->V // F->M {dubcon again} oral, rule breaking, egging Tenya on. If I missed anything icky that needs to be specified, shoot me a message! aged up char.

WC ::: Just over 1K

"I told you not to run *spank* in the *spank* hallways. As class 1-A rep, it's my job to uphold the rules and regulations of UA. Not running is a sacred rule, y/n!"

"Mmmuuhhh!" You whined. "But, but since when was spanking the authorized *spanked* OW! Damn it! Since when is corporal punishment allowed? T-Tenya, I think you're taking this too far."

Your words fell on deaf ears. Your body was laid over his muscular thighs, ass up. You grabbed his right arm with yours and pulled yourself up and around to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Not only were his glasses off, but his eyes were heavy. Half-lidded. Focused hard on the red blotches on your fat ass.

Tenya had a sick, twisted smile on his usually straight lips. “H-h-hey … are you d-done yet? Can I please go home?” You said in a voice much quieter than you intended.” He still didn’t answer but his eyes shot down to yours and he didn’t look like the same respectful guy who kept everything else in order.

“No! I’ve only begun doling out my punishment. You’ve been bad and it’s time to face the consequences for your irresponsible actions,y/n! Now, stand up. Please!”

You stood and rubbed your ass cheeks with the palms of your hands. Wincing, you asked, “What the hell else could you possibly do to me? I don’t think running calls for such severe discipline. Even for you, this is crossing a line. I’m going home.”

“I SAID … *aheh*, I said, stay. If you leave now, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to write you up.”

You scrunched up your face, “So, if I stay, you’ll make this little problem disappear? Am I understanding this correctly?”

Tenya stopped and thought about it for a moment. “And you have to keep this between the two of us. Do you understand? Fully … understand?” He asked.

You nodded, “Y-yes. I think so.”

He stood and crossed his arms across his chest. “Good. Do what I say and this will all..." He waved his hands in the air like he was showing you a magic trick. "... disappear, as promised.”

Tenya walked over to where you were standing and fell to his knees. He put his hands on your waist and turned you around so quickly your skirt flared out from the abrupt circular motion.

“Oh! Ten-ya ... What …” You looked over your shoulder, down at him and saw he was leaning face first into the hot skin of your behind. “Tenya …”

“Shh shh, mm-mm." That's all he said before he ran the tip of his tongue between your bubbly, pinkened cheeks. He pulled back and began to lick and bite at the soft flesh of your ass. He used his teeth to sink into the tender flesh and held on as he ran his tongue over the bite mark.

You moaned as he licked and teased. The bites hurt, but they were also strangely pleasurable. You could feel yourself getting wet as he sucked and licked at the skin on your ass.

Tenya grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands and spread them apart, revealing your tight hole. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick and prod at your puckered hole. You cried out as he teased the sensitive skin.

His tongue slipped inside and he began to fuck you with it.

"Tell me - mmm ... mm-hm ... - tell me how sorry you are for running in my halls, y/n." He said. His words vibrated against your ass, sending a chill through your spine.

You moaned and pushed back on his face as his tongue darted in and out of you. "I-I'm so sorry, Tenya! Please, I can't take it anymore!" You cried.

He pulled away from you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood and grabbed your hair in his hand, pulling your head back so you were looking up at him.

"No, you're not sorry. Not enough. Not yet." he said, his voice low and sultry.

He shoved your face against the wall of the empty hallway, pushing it hard against the cold tile. You whimpered as he pulled up your skirt and grabbed your panties.

"W-wait! Tenya, I'll be good. I- fuck! I - I promise I won't run in the halls again. Just, please don't do this," you begged. "Not like this ... pl- oh god!"

But Tenya didn't stop. He ripped your panties off and stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your cries. He grabbed his throbbing cock and slid it between your ass cheeks.

"Fuck, y/n. I can't stop. You know how I feel about rules. I take them seriously."

He shoved his cock inside your wet cunt, pushing in with one thrust. You screamed against your panties as he stretched you open.

"Mmhmm!" You cried.

Tenya leaned forward and pressed his body against yours, his hips grinding against your ass as he fucked you. He reached around you and tugged your shirt open, pulling out your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples as he fucked you hard and fast.

Your body was shaking and you could feel yourself getting close. He pulled your panties out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck, using them to pull you back against him.

"Come for me, y/n. Come all over my fat, unruly cock!" He moaned.

He thrust in one last time and you came, your juices running down your thighs and onto the floor. Tenya pulled out and grabbed your hair, turning you around and pushing your down on your knees so your face was lined up with his hard cock.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth as far as you could. He shoved it in, thrusting hard and deep. He moaned as he came, shooting his hot cum down your throat.

He pulled out and lifted you up once again, licking and sucking at your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples and you moaned against his touch.

He straighened up and tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his tie. "Now, we're even. Don't forget to report to me should you break the rules again, y/n. I might not be so forgiving next time."

"That ..." you huffed. "That was forgiving?"

He walked away, leaving you a disheveled mess. You pulled yourself together and smoothed down your skirt. You were going to have to be careful around Tenya from now on. Though, it was tempting to have such a willing and thorough disciplinarian.

You looked around making sure no one saw that and started to run the opposite direction he was headed in.

Within seconds, you heard him yelling your name. You stopped as you turned the corner just long enough to see the slight smirk stirring on his lips. 

“Catch me if you can. Fucker.” 

T@glist ::: @calm3senpaii @millennialmagicalgirl @darkstarlight82

[ugotcooneycrossed]

so you feel it too?

alessia russo x reader

w/c: ~1.3k

part 2 to 'what can i do'

pt1: what can i do / pt3: if i find you in this lifetime (it better be the right time)

a/n: im not in love with the beginning but i promise it gets better i just had to figure out how to start it cause it was annoying me😭 and its a little shorter than i would like but i just wanted to get it out

this is the real angst

there will be a third part too!

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lessi love to ‘You’

-> I broke up with him

The message feels like its glaring at you- the words almost jumping out of your phone to taunt and mock you, it feels like a slap across your face. You read over it several times, whether to make sure you haven’t imagined the words, or to hope that the very words you’ve wished for would disappear- you aren’t sure. Despite how long you’ve waited for this message- every response you come up with doesn’t seem right.

Your thumbs hover over the keypad- you go to type several times, deleting the message after each attempt. You have no idea how to respond; you could ask if she’s alright, maybe respond with a ‘finally’ and confess your undying love for the blonde striker.

You end up settling with your first idea though.

You to ‘lessi love'

-> are you okay?

You send the message and throw your phone back down on the ground- running your hands over your face. Waiting for her to reply you go back to what you were doing, before Alessia’s ringtone blares from your phone. You scramble to pick up.

“Hey Less-“

“Can I come over?’

She cuts you off- and you bite your lip.

“Now? Less I’m not even home at the-“

“Please- I’m outside, I just really need you right now.”

She’s sniffling, you can picture her with her big, blue, glassy eyes, and trembling lips- and it makes your heart break all over again.

You hate when she cries.

You gather up your things- leaving the gym quickly.

“I’ll be there in 20 Lessi.”

You hang up the phone- almost tripping over your own feet in your haste to leave.

When you get to your car, you sit for a second- head resting against the steering wheel. Taking deep breaths, you can’t help but think just how much of your life Alessia has consumed- you think of just how much you’d sacrifice for her, just how you’d willingly drop everything in a heartbeat is she asked.

You pull out of the car park and make your way home- definitely above the speed limit. You dial Leah’s number on your way, and wait for her to pick up. When you hear your call go through you immediately start speaking.

“Leah… I’m so, so, fucked!”

“Why are you ‘so, so fucked’.”

“Alessia just- I mean just broke up with her boyfriend, and she called me crying, from outside my apartment.”

“This is a good thing- isn’t it? I thought you said you’d confess if she ever broke up with that thing. This is your chance, swoop in be her saviour, her knight in shining armour- maybe ya know, make out a little.”

“Leah! You are not helping.”

“What? I never did like him.”

“What do I do? What should I do- actually what can I do?!”

“You better figure it out- I’m sick of hearing about this, you said you’d tell her you love her- she’s single now- so do it.”

-

You see Alessia before she sees you.

True to her word she is outside your apartment- sitting on the steps like a lost kid. You approach her- footsteps light as to not startle her. You come to a stop in front of her, and keep your voice soft when you speak.

“Come on Less, let’s get you inside.”

Her head shoots up at the sound of your voice- and before you can blink, she’s thrown herself in your arms. Her strong arms wrap around your shoulders and you nearly lose your footing at the force of her hug.

Again- before you can think she starts rambling and you listen intently- like always.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your day like this- you probably have so many things you’d rather be doing and here I am just barg-“

You cut her off.

“Less, it’s fine, you’re okay, it doesn’t matter you’re more important- I would drop anything for you. “

“I mean I don’t even know why I’m crying, I mean, I broke up with him.”

She releases you from the hug and wipes her tears away.”

“So, why did you?”

The question slips from your mouth before you can think- and you bite the inside of your cheek as you wait for her reply.

She looks at you softly- and smiles shyly.

“I just took your advice- I guess.”

It’s a simple answer- and it doesn’t allude to anything- no hidden meanings, no underlying confession, but your heart can’t help but skip a beat when she says it.

“You going to let me in? Or are we just standing outside.”

-

“Alessia?”

She hums- looking at you from the other couch, she smiles softly at you, despite her eyes stinging, and red from crying.

You swallow the lump in your throat- wringing your hands nervously, you wipe them on your pants, sitting up a bit straighter. Alessia- who seems to notice the slight change in your demeanour sits up too. She eyes you curiously, and tilts her head to the side- her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Are you okay?”

She asks so sweetly, and suddenly you’re reminded of why you love her so much. You watch her get up from her spot and sit beside you. She grabs your hands and places a soft kiss on them, when you don’t answer her question.

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

“I know Less.”

“Good.”

She beams at you, and just like that- she turns back to the movie playing.

“Alessia- I need to tell you something.”

She looks at you again- her bright blue eyes twinkling under the warm glow of lights in your apartment.

“I love you- I have always loved you, you are the person I think of when I first wake, and the last person I think of when I go to sleep- in fact you never leave my mind. I dream of you each night- you consume my every being Alessia. I have never loved anyone, the way I love you. I love the way you play with your hands when your nervous, I love the way you always put others before yourself, I love your kindness. I just love you.”

Your chest heaves after your outburst- and you can’t even bare to look at her, too afraid of her reaction to look.

You feel her hands cup your cheeks though- her thumbs run over them and wipe away the tears you didn’t know were there. She gently tilts your face up to make eye contact with her.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I had no idea.”

You reach up to hold her hands, that still rest on your cheeks- for the first time since you’ve known her, you have no idea what she’s thinking and it kills you.

“Lessi? Please say something.”

Her hands drop from your face and she takes a step back- you feel your heart shatter a little more.

“I- I don’t know what to say, I don’t know- I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Your voice cracks at the amount of emotions rushing through you- the heartache, the pain, the sheer embarrassment of confessing your love for your best friend.

“I mean why would you tell me now? Do you know just how long I’ve waited for you to say something- anything! I’ve cried to Tooney so much- I tried distracting myself with anyone and- and you decide to tell me now? I just got over you.”

Alessia is crying now- and it’s not the soft silent one she usually does, she’s full sobbing and it’s all your fault.

“Less-“

You try- but she cuts you off, already halfway to your front door.

“I think, I just need to think- sorry- just, give me some time, okay?”

She leaves you- again.

[satubby]

Hei! Thsi is my first time requesting, i hope this is how it goess..?? Can you please do Platonic Yandere Denji + Platonic Yan Aki w/ touchy reader? (hugs,clinging onto arm) etc. ^_^

[I am glad to hear! Of course, although I will make it a bit short because I still need to adapt well to Denji and Aki's personalities, I need to assimilate them to understand them]

Since you were a child you have been kind and stubborn, having to deal alone with problems beyond your age, it was when you met this child: He was dirty and ragged, he cried when his knee was scraped, from there he was your first of many helps you gave him. Thus began your friendship, you gave him food and love.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢When they were children and he met you for the first time, Denji thought you were an angel fallen from heaven. He had never known kindness and affection from another person before. Since then he vowed to protect you from harm, so that you would never lose that warm smile. The one that made him feel so special, even though he sometimes got jealous when you gave the same smile to animals and acquaintances. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢You used to feed him a lot, of that he wasn't wrong, you really were kind. Then when the pochita incident happened, he got depressed at first, he didn't know what his purpose was now until he saw you in the middle of the chaos…. You embraced him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Now that you are both demon hunters, Denji always makes sure to fight by your side on every mission. He couldn't bear to see you hurt. If he ever noticed you were in danger, he would instantly transform into Chainsaw Man to defend you, no matter what price he has to pay (We already saw how crazy he is to the point of enduring the pain of severed limbs or wounds). ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He loves the moments when you can rest together. He loves the way you stroke his hair when he is resting on your legs, he feels like a baby in your arms. He is comforted just by your presence. Sometimes he even falls asleep imagining the life they could have if the world wasn't plagued by demons, how Onee-san/Imouto would call you and you would congratulate him on graduating from school…. even though he has never gone. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He always watches you from afar to make sure you're okay. If he notices you're sad or stressed, he'll go out of his way to make you laugh again. He hates to see you suffer. His biggest motivation is to see you happy and protected, even as a small favor for teaching him the basics. Things like reading or writing his name, giving you love….

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢On nights when he has nightmares of the past (or pochita's death), he seeks refuge in your arms. He knows that with you he is safe and that his inner demons cannot reach him. You are his only home in this world where he is not seen as trash or something usable. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Denji would be very sad and worried if he noticed that you put your safety before his. Like all those times as a kid when you helped him hunt demons because he wanted to return the favor by making you money. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He would flatly refuse to let you participate in any mission that involves risk. He'd rather deal with demons by himself than see you in danger, if it's still mandatory for you to go, then he'll do everything for you. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢If you try to protect him by risking your life, he may panic and get out of control. Only the sound of your voice would calm him down. He would spend sleepless nights thinking of ways to make you understand how vital you are to him. He can't bear the thought of losing the most important person. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He may call out to you in agitation, teary-eyed, begging you not to act so recklessly anymore. Seeing you hurt is his worst nightmare. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢If the situation were extreme and you were at high risk, he would probably stand between you and danger even if it meant harming himself. He would a thousand times rather suffer himself than see you suffer.

Denji would give anything to ensure your well-being and protection. It is very difficult for him to see you deliberately put in danger for his sake. You are what he loves most.

When Aki passes away in front of his eyes, Denji's heart shatters. It is too much for him to bear so much pain.

But then he remembers that you still have light by his side. He runs to find you, knowing that only you can calm the hurricane inside him.

He finds you crying too for the loss of the friend, so he hugs you tightly as he lets out all his pain in a sea of tears. Gradually, as he feels your comforting caresses on his back, the sobs subside.

"I am no longer alone…you are here with me" Your presence is like a balm to his broken soul. You kiss his forehead repeatedly, Denji still inhaling that scent that means 'home' to him.

"Thank you…for never leaving me. You are my strength, Onee-chan." Denji knows that as long as he has you by his side, he can get through any adversity. You are his grounding cable.

When Power sacrifices herself, Denji returns to seek refuge in your arms. Despite the disgust he feels with himself, you embrace him with a motherly warmth.

"You are not weak…you are only human. And we humans feel, we suffer, and we rise again." Your words heal him inside as if they were balm. With you he feels understood.

Denji would give anything to protect that smile that saves him when he needs it most. You are his safe harbor, his reason to go on.

Since Aki has met you, you have shown nothing but friendship and kindness, even if he is initially reluctant to open up to you… Given his experiences in this bloody world where lives are lost.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki always admires you as someone strong and trustworthy. Although he sees Himeno more as a superior, he sees you as a sister due to the proximity of your ages, he admires your leadership skills and your wisdom in difficult situations. After a hard day hunting demons, Aki finds comfort in your kitchen. You make sure he eats well, take care of him and Himeno. Food becomes a way to bond as a makeshift family. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢When Aki has nightmares about losing his family, you let him spend the night with you so he doesn't have to be alone. Waking up to your smiling face soothes him. Over time, the nightmares become less frequent. Aki picks up some of your best habits, like taking breaks and not overworking himself, as you warn him. He begins to take better care of himself thanks to your influence. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢You help Aki train and improve his sword skills. Fights with you push him to hone his skills, while providing him with a fun outlet for stress. Aki comes to see you as one of his most formidable opponents. On days off, you and Aki enjoy relaxing activities like going to the arcade or having picnics in the park. Simple pleasures help him feel like a normal young man again from time to time. Knowing that he can always count on your support gives Aki the courage to follow his path, even in his darkest hours, to the end. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki always feels more comforted and secure wrapped in your warm hugs after a stressful mission. He likes it when you wrap your arms around him protectively, especially if he was injured.

"I'm fine, don't worry," he would say even though deep down he knows it's a lie and can't see your silly face, yet he ignores that pain in favor of being comforted by your presence and care. He affectionately calls you "Imouto/Onee-san" or simply your name in a sigh of gratitude. These moments of tenderness make him feel that there is still goodness left in the world. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki tries to repay you for the great favor you do by feeding him and taking good care of him all this time. He gained culinary skills by watching you in the kitchen and now loves to cook for you, just to see your smile when you taste his dishes. "I hope you like it," he would say eager for your opinion. When he manages to surprise you with some special treat, he feels rewarded for hours of practice. He wants the chance to take care of you too, even if it's in the kitchen. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki sometimes gets a little jealous when you spend too much time with other people, as if they might steal you away from him. He knows it's ridiculous as he trusts you completely. But he can't help those possessive feelings for the one he considers his family. Try not to be obvious with his jealousy and trust that you will always come back to him, as you have done unconditionally so far. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki's greatest fear is losing you too. If you are in danger, desperation overpowers him and he will do anything to save you even if he has to face you. "Don't risk yourself like this, please. I couldn't bear to see another loved one go," he would plead with tears in his eyes. You are too important for you to give your life for his. He will fight by your side but never at your expense.

The noise of the battle around us faded. All Aki could see was your pale face in his arms, your eyes narrowing as you struggled to breathe.

"No… please don't." He whispered through his tears. "Don't leave me too."

You took his hand in yours weakly, trying to smile. "I'm sorry… I made… a promise… to protect… all of you…"

"Don't say that!" shouted Aki, pressing your body against him. "You'll be fine, you'll see! Just… hold on, please"

You shook softly. "Take care… of the others… Ani/Otouto… Keep… fighting"

"Don't you dare die!" He sobbed, leaning down so that their foreheads touched, "You're the only good thing I have left…. I can't lose you to."

Your eyes slowly closed as you caressed his cheek. "I'll always… be… with you… Ani/Otouto"

With your last breath, Aki roared in pain to the sky. You lay motionless in his arms, a faint smile on your lips. From that moment on, a part of Aki died with you.

[miracleonice87]

17 w barzy pls! i feel like he only ever gets smut or fluff written w him

from m's midnights prompt list

warnings (cw / tw): miscarriage, pregnancy loss, mourning... this one's a doozy, folks 😔 please don't read if these subjects are triggering or sensitive for you

word count: ~2,100

17. Bigger Than The Whole Sky

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It started as the most typical Isles weekday gameday. Mat woke up an hour before morning skate, kissed your forehead, and rolled out of bed as you snoozed away for just a few more minutes, the early-pregnancy exhaustion hitting you hard the last several weeks. He made himself a coffee, you an Earl Grey, and carried both back to the bedroom where he found you just beginning to stir. You both sipped at your drinks as you went through your morning grooming and threw on athleticwear. Soon, after a playful kiss in the hallway, you were both headed out the door, Mat to the rink and you to the Lees’ to workout with Grace in their home gym. 

At least, with the intention to workout with Grace. 

Instead, your world as you knew it and your greatest dream came crashing down during the short drive to the Lee house.

What started as light cramping quickly gave way to sharp, stabbing pains that had you doubled over in Grace’s doorway by the time you reached their stately home. She knowingly shuffled you inside, alarm bells blaring in her head even as she used her calmest tone and did everything she could to soothe you. Her babysitter quickly led the girls away from the scene, distracting them with an invitation to play princess dress-up in the toyroom down the hall, away from your intensifying sobs.

As Grace guided you toward her car in the garage, your hands gripping hers with knuckles white as you leaned into her for strength, she noticed a figment of every expectant parent’s worst fear… the seat of your grey leggings stained with an unsettlingly substantial amount of blood. 

“Is this it?” you cried. “Is this what it feels like?”

The pit deepened in her gut, her maternal instincts screaming yes. 

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she answered softly. “We’re gonna go find out, okay? Together.” 

“A-and Mat…”

“I know. Of course.” 

You reached the passenger door, and with one hand Grace opened the adjacent rear door, grabbed one of the girls’ pink travel pillows, and tossed it onto your seat in the hope that it would somehow make you more comfortable on the drive to the hospital. She got you settled into the passenger seat and seconds later, was already rolling down her driveway at a speed faster than she ever hit on a normal day, making an impossible phone call via her hands-free navigation. 

At the other end of that call was her sweet husband, who thank god had gotten caught up talking to one of the assistant coaches about gameplans and hadn’t yet stepped onto the ice for morning skate as Mat had minutes ago. 

Anders looked at his phone with a furrowed brow and a knot in his stomach… Grace never called him when she knew he was at the rink.

“G? What’s going on?” 

That’s when she told him it was you, not herself, who was the reason for the call. 

“Shit… is she…”

“I don’t know. She’s in a lot of pain, Anders.” Which he already knew from your muffled sobs on the speakerphone. He’d never heard you cry before. “She’s bleeding. Get Mat off the ice now and tell him to meet us at the hospital.” 

“Fuck. Okay. Be careful – I’m-I’m hanging up.” 

“Okay. I’ll call you.”

“Yeah.” 

Anders tapped the red button and sat in silence at his stall for the briefest of seconds, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath through pursed lips, absolutely dreading what he had to do next. 

He made his way down the tunnel, stopping at the bench instead of immediately hopping out onto the ice. Lane noticed and caught his eye. Anders closed the short gap between himself and his head coach, ducked his head, and explained the situation as quietly and briefly as he could. Lane’s expression went cold, and he offered a slow, single nod, then cleared his throat. 

“I’ll do it if you want me to, but I think you should maybe be the one to…”

Anders cut him off, shaking his head. 

“No… no, he should hear it from me.”

Lane set his jaw, clapped the captain’s shoulder, and fixed his gaze back across the ice with a pained exhale. 

Anders shuffled to the end of the bench at its opening and waited a few moments for Mat to skate past him on a loop. When he did, he called, “Barz.” Hoarse, somber, short. The younger player immediately skidded to a stop, sending snow flying from beneath his blades. 

“What’s up?” he asked, panting. 

Anders swallowed, tucking his chin to his chest for a moment. 

“Leezy? What’s up?” Mat repeated, brow furrowing. 

Anders met Mat’s eyes again and sighed. 

“You gotta go to the hospital, bud,” he said softly, unable to keep his voice from shaking. “Grace just called, and-”

Mat didn’t even let Anders finish his thought before he jumped the threshold and ran down the tunnel, shedding his gear as he went, trying to hold it all in his hands and beneath his arms. Anders followed close behind. 

“Barzy, bud, are you good to drive?”

Mat nodded furiously without so much as a glance Anders’ way. 

“I’ll drive you if you want.”

Mat shook his head. 

“You call me if you need anything, you hear me?”

He was nodding again, and simultaneously busting through the doors of the locker room, where he threw all his gear into his bag, pried off his skates, and tugged on his crewneck and sweats in the blink of an eye before heading for the exit with just his keys and his phone… but he stopped in front of his friend before he could make it that far. 

Anders could see the red already rimming his eyes, and he felt his own throat constricting as he heard Mat’s breath coming in short, stuttering gasps. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, man,” Mat managed between breaths. 

All Anders could do was grab Mat in a crushing hug, the sounds of him clapping Mat’s back echoing in the empty locker room. 

“It never is. I’m sorry.” 

No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea…

The ultrasound screen had been turned off for at least half an hour by now, you and Mat left alone by the doctor for nearly as long, but you still lay flat on your back, wet cheek pressed to the ugly pleather exam table, willing the black screen to turn back on and tell you something different than it already had. Willing this nightmare to end, willing yourself to wake up, willing it not to be true, to be some giant, cruel misunderstanding. 

No words came to your lips, though thousands of them hummed incessantly between your ears, intrusive thoughts even louder than they’d been all morning in the now-silent room. You heard Mat sniffling behind you, felt his lips kissing the back of your hand every few seconds. Before he’d arrived, you had thought you could not possibly ever feel the sting of devastation more acutely than when the doctor had uttered the words “I’m so sorry; you’re miscarrying.” But good god, the second Mat ran through those sliding glass doors in an utter panic, hair wild no doubt from pulling it throughout the entire drive to the hospital, eyes and nose and cheeks pink from crying, lips parted and shoulders rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath… you realized how wrong you’d been. 

You could handle the pain this would inflict upon you. But seeing Mat suffering just as much… that made you want to crawl in a hole and never see the light of day again. And since that moment, after he’d gathered you in his arms, you’d tried your damndest to avoid making eye contact with him altogether. 

He was sad because of you. Mourning because of you. Depressed and angry and sick and childless because of you. 

And that was simply too much to bear. 

So it was nearly an hour since he’d gotten there and you had yet to look him in the face again. And while looking him in the face was killing you, you not looking him in the face was killing him. 

Nobody won in this situation. It was a lose-lose-lose. 

“Honey, look at me. Please look at me?” Mat begged from your side. 

Unsurprisingly, he was met with silence, and no motion.

“It’s not your fault. Alright? It’s not your fault, babe,” he said firmly, squeezing your hand. “I need you to hear that.”

More silence. It wasn’t even that you wouldn’t speak, it was that you simply couldn’t. 

Mat sighed, using his free hand to swipe at the never-ending tears streaming down his cheeks. Then, he trailed his palm along the length of your arm. 

“You can be as quiet as you want for as long as you want, baby, because this is an awful fucking thing that’s just happened to us, to you,” he spoke, voice wavering. “But I’m gonna keep talking because I’ve gotta make sure you know that this isn’t because of anything you did, or didn’t do. Like the doctor said, these things happen for reasons we’ll never know. And I’m not upset with you. I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I love you.” 

You closed your eyes, swearing your eyelids were suddenly outfitted with weights. It was all sinking in… the reality of it, the heaviness, the emptiness. You just wanted to sleep.

You finally opened your mouth, feeling how dry and cotton it had become. You didn’t have the strength to debate him on why this had happened, how it had to be your fault somehow, but you mustered enough to give him what you knew he needed. 

“I love you,” you whispered, unnerved by how weak and small your own voice sounded in the sterile room. 

Behind you, you heard Mat rise up from the uncomfortable vinyl chair. He bent over you, pushing some hair back from your damp face, and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, relieved and grateful to have gotten any response, any sign of human function, from you at all. Then, he patted your shoulder and said the very thing you’d been dreading.

“Come on… let’s go home.”

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time…

Mat didn’t know how he’d found himself in the nursery or how long he'd been there, but after laying with you in your bed and softly stroking your hair as you finally fell into a much-needed slumber, that’s where his aimless wandering had eventually led. He didn’t bother to turn on the light; the afternoon sun streaming through the still untreated windows cast a golden glow on everything in the room. 

It had once felt so cozy, a representation of all that the two of you had to look forward to in the weeks and months to come. He loved sitting in the room all alone when he arrived home from a road trip, late at night when you were already sound asleep, dreaming about who your baby would look like, what they would sound like, who they would someday grow to be. 

With you losing your pregnancy so soon into it, the material items in the room were still few. As he ran his fingertips along the covers of the gifted copies of “Goodnight, Moon,” “On The Night You Were Born,” and “Love You Forever,” and over the stuffed Sparky the Dragon next to them on the shelf, his eyes filled with fresh tears, realizing that he would never get to snuggle his first baby earthside, read to them with Sparky tucked in their lap. He leaned wearily against the railing of the crib he had just put together mere days ago, and as he looked toward the tiny “13” jersey laying on the still plastic-wrapped mattress, a sob escaped his throat and he let himself fall completely apart for the very first time, without needing to remind himself to hold it together in your presence. He turned and sunk down to the floor, leaning against the solid oak frame of the crib, and buried his head in his hands, crying as he never had in all his life.

Eventually, there would be conversations about the next steps to take for your health, whether or not to try again, and when, and whether to leave the nursery as it was or pack it up until, hopefully, you were pregnant once more. But for now, there was just sheer sadness as you and Mat grieved the little one that just wasn’t to be. 

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you…

[gvfgal]

9. Seed of Memory

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

18+. Minors beat it.

A/n: Here goes chapter 9! This chapter has some really dark themes, so please read the warnings before continuing and proceed with caution. I understand all the dark elements may not be for everyone, so please read at your own discretion. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist, and be on the lookout for the next chapter as I’m going to try to have it out within the next few days!

Content Warnings: Graphic violence, mentions and depictions of death, blood and gore(ish), criminal activity, smoking, drinking, allusions to domestic v!olence.

Word Count: 3K

For your listening pleasure: Seed of Memory x Terry Reid

Masterlist

-3 Months Later-

Running. All Jake could see was how fast he was running. The desert landscape around him blurred from the sheer speed of his movement. The sound of gunfire echoed ominously, but it didn’t deter him from his singular focus: reaching Jaxon. Amidst the chaos, Jaxon’s agonizing screams pierced through, growing closer and more desperate.

“I’m coming,” Jake panted, “I’m coming, Jax. Just hang on.”

In the distance, he spotted the rival gangs locked in combat, but he had no mind to assist. His entire being was centered on finding his best friend. As he finally descended to ground level, his head whipped around in frantic search, and then he saw him. Jake’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach.

Jaxon was slouched against a boulder, clutching himself as blood oozed from multiple wounds, his breathing ragged and weak.

“Oh fuck,” Jake muttered, rushing to Jaxon’s side, dodging stray bullets before collapsing next to him to shield them both from the gunfire. He ripped off his jacket and then his shirt, using them to staunch the bleeding.

“I- I tried to—” Jaxon sputtered, but Jake silenced him with a firm hand.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re gonna be alright, man,” Jake gulped, his voice thick with fear. “Our main concern is getting you out of here. We’re gonna get you out, and everything will be okay.”

Jaxon slouched into Jake’s lap, and Jake held him tighter than necessary, desperate to stop the bleeding. But his efforts were in vain; the color was already draining from Jaxon’s skin.

“Jake, I’m not making it outta this desert,” Jaxon choked, blood pooling in his mouth.

Jake shook his head violently, refusing to accept the truth. But the reality was undeniable.

“Don’t say that. You’re gonna make it out,” Jake insisted, wiping sweat from his brow, only to have it replaced by the warmth of Jaxon’s blood.

Jaxon smiled weakly up at Jake, a gesture of farewell rather than hope. He knew his time was short, but he didn’t want to leave Jake without a shred of hope. He lay quietly as Jake anxiously waited for the gunfire to cease, knowing that shouting for help was futile. The rest of the Barbarians were several yards away, and the cacophony of bullets would drown out any cries for assistance.

As Jaxon began to slip into unconsciousness, Jake tapped his face urgently, “Hey, hey, hey! Don’t go out on me, not yet, man.”

Jake's voice cracked with desperation, his hands trembling as he tried to keep Jaxon awake. The relentless barrage of gunfire continued, and every second felt like an eternity.

Jaxon’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto Jake’s. The once vibrant blue of his irises was fading rapidly. With a final surge of strength, Jaxon raised his blood-soaked hand and clasped it around Jake’s, the stark difference in their temperatures chilling.

“In life, we ride together,” Jaxon whispered, his voice barely audible. He waited for Jake to repeat the words. Jake, tears welling in his eyes, shook his head vigorously, understanding the grim significance.

“No,” Jake choked, fighting back his tears, “No, we’re not doing this, Jax.”

Jaxon gently squeezed Jake’s hand, repeating more firmly, “In life, we ride together.”

Swallowing hard, Jake forced the words out, “In life, we ride together.”

Jaxon gave a faint nod, his voice weakening, “In death, we ride forever.”

The tears flowed freely down Jake’s face, and before he could respond, Jaxon drew his final breath, a long, gurgling exhale as the light vanished from his eyes, leaving them fixed on Jake’s anguished face.

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Jake bolted upright in bed with a gasp, sweat drenching his body and causing his hair to stick to his face. You jolted awake at the sudden movement, heart pounding. Once you realized it was just you and Jake in the room, you saw the sheer terror etched on his face and knew he had been trapped in another nightmare.

Lately, this had become a common occurrence—him waking in the middle of the night, clearly shaken. One night, you had even heard him mumbling Jaxon’s name.

You didn’t know what had triggered these vivid nightmares in the past few months, but you had discovered a method that seemed to soothe his troubled mind.

Jake was panting, his breath ragged. You reached out, placing a cool hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

The cold touch instantly reminded Jake of Jaxon’s icy skin that night, and he recoiled from you instinctively.

You weren’t offended. You understood that sometimes it took him a while to come back to reality after these night terrors.

“Jake,” you whispered softly, your voice a gentle anchor in the storm of his memories, “You’re okay. You were dreaming again.”

His breathing gradually slowed as he processed your words. He finally met your eyes, the haunted look in his own beginning to fade. You offered a reassuring smile and continued to stroke his shoulder gently, grounding him in the present.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, “I’m here.”

Jake took a deep, shuddering breath, his body slowly relaxing. The terror in his eyes was replaced by a tired gratitude as he leaned into your touch, seeking the comfort he desperately needed.

Jake laid his head on your shoulder, and you gently ran your fingers through his tangled hair, soothing him back to sleep. Gradually, his breathing steadied, and a calmness settled over him. As he drifted off, you were left awake, lost in thought.

You couldn’t quite grasp how someone as damaged as yourself could become a sanctuary for another. It seemed almost impossible that someone could find solace in a person as broken as you. Yet, this newfound purpose, however unexpected, filled you with a strange sense of fulfillment. Being there for Jake allowed you to forget your own troubles, even if only for a fleeting moment, and you knew he valued your presence deeply.

You provided him with a tranquility he hadn’t known for years. But as you watched him sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder—if he knew the full extent of your past, would he still see you as his safe haven?

Before you could dwell on that thought any longer, sleep found you as well. The two of you, entwined in each other’s arms, finally succumbed to a peaceful slumber, finding comfort and safety in the small sanctuary you had created together.

Jake's nerves were frayed the following day, a combination of lack of sleep and an early start taking their toll. He sat across a large table from Bobby Thompson, watching as a few lower-tier Barbarians meticulously counted the numerous stacks of money strewn across the table.

Despite the smooth operation and the fact that they had managed to be pulling in the exact amount needed to pay themselves and the EDS back over the past few months, Bobby was far from pleased. His eyes bore into Jake with a simmering anger, but Jake remained unfazed. Reclining with his feet propped up and a cigarette in hand, he almost seemed to relish Bobby's frustration over the money slipping through his fingers.

The room buzzed with the sound of money counters and absolutely nothing else. Finally, the young men finished their task, and Jake glanced over at one of them, receiving a confirming nod in response. Satisfied, Jake stood up, extinguishing his cigarette on the table before tucking it behind his ear.

"Well, Bobby," he said, his voice tinged with amusement, "it's been a pleasure doing business with you again." He signaled to the young men, who began stashing the counted money into duffel bags.

"We'll be back in a few weeks to pick up the next load."

As Jake made his exit, he heard Bobby mumble something under his breath. For a brief moment, he considered silencing him with a punch, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. After all, he and the Barbarians had the upper hand now.

Jake smirked at Bobby before leading the less experienced Barbarians out of the room, each carrying two heavy duffel bags. Outside, Nicky and Frogman were already waiting with a large box truck, dressed inconspicuously to avoid drawing attention. The truck bed, loaded with construction supplies, provided perfect cover for their real cargo.

"It's all accounted for," Jake informed Nicky, ignoring his disapproving frown. He knew Nicky disliked the way he was calling the shots. "Run it up to the warehouse and we're done for the day."

"Sure, boss," Nicky sneered.

Jake, his patience worn thin, paid Nicky no mind. He climbed back onto his bike, eager to make it home in time for dinner, leaving the day's tension behind him on the desert road.

Things with the Barbarians were both promising and chaotic. Alongside business dealings with Bobby and the EDS, there was an increasing buzz about the upcoming election for a new club President, and Jake's name was being mentioned far more often than he liked.

This troubled him in a perplexing way. He felt at home yet uneasy, stirring up memories of the past and what the Barbarians had brought him the last time he was deeply involved. That period led to nothing but destruction and despair, and despite the current success, he wondered if history might repeat itself.

These thoughts haunted him on his ride home, making the journey less enjoyable than usual. But as he pulled into Cactus Creek and saw your trailer down the long stretch of dirt path, all those worries melted away.

You were pulling dinner out of the oven just as Jake walked in. He sent a firm slap to your ass as you were bent over.

“Jake, stop,” you giggled, “you’re gonna make me drop this damn thing.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that,” he joked, setting his helmet down and grabbing plates and cups from the cabinet. “I’m starving.”

He set the table as you cut into the pan. “Well, you made it just in time. I made some fresh lemonade.”

Jake crossed the kitchen, making you pause so that he could kiss you. “You really do know the way to a man’s heart, Cherry.”

You sat down for dinner, looking every bit like a married couple and not like two people who had hooked up randomly on their first night meeting and hadn't been apart since.

Jake spoke casually about his day and his business with the Barbarians, as if recounting a normal day at a typical 9-to-5 job.

The situation you both were in was far from normal, but it was your normal, and you cherished it.

After dinner, you both worked to clean the dishes. Midway through, Jake stepped out to take a call from Ace.

When he enters again, he’s changed into a fresh white t-shirt and his barbarians vest, one of your favorite outfits to see him in.

“Where ya going?”

“Gotta go meet with Ace up at Riley’s to go over some things.”

You frowned as you placed one of the plates back into the sink, “I thought we were gonna watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?”

He’d been doing a lot of this lately, working with the Barbarians all day and hanging with them into the night. You knew he was busy and was enjoying being back around his family, but you were beginning to miss him.

He gave you a sympathetic pout before crossing the kitchen to kiss your forehead, “wait up for me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “no promises.”

Ace and Jake sat at the bar, both opting for beers instead of their usual hard liquor. Ace had been out of town on business for the past few days, so the men were catching each other up.

Jake filled Ace in on the latest developments with Bobby, and Ace shared some potential business ventures on the horizon.

"You know," Ace said, taking a swig of his beer, "I tell you this often, but you've really been doing a hell of a job handling this operation."

Jake shrugged but accepted the praise, not wanting to play too much into the notion of him taking things over for good. "Just doing what needs to be done."

Ace paused, contemplating whether to say what was on his mind. "Rex was a good leader and all, but I can't help but wonder if he'd be doing as good of a job as you are if he was still here. It's hard to tell."

Jake sat quietly for a moment, mulling over Ace's words. "Am I like him?" he asked, his voice a bit more hushed.

Ace was stumped but didn't want to reveal too much of his thoughts. "I'm not sure how to answer that. I'm afraid if I say something you don't like, you might try to beat my ass," he smirked, knowing how touchy Jake could get about conversations involving his father.

Jake laughed and gave Ace a rough nudge. "Fuck off."

Their laughter died down, and Ace's tone grew more serious. "He's your father, so naturally, you're like him in some ways. But there are a lot of differences. A lot."

"Hm," Jake pondered, tracing the mouth of his bottle. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Ace gave him a knowing look. "I think you know the answer to that."

He reached into his pocket and handed Jake a wad of cash. This time, Jake didn't hesitate to take it. He knew it was well-earned and tucked the money into the inside pocket of his vest.

"Now, what do you say we play a few rounds of billiards?"

Jake grinned. "If you're looking to lose some money, I'm all for it."

They played round after round, and after beating Ace out of another five hundred dollars, Jake decided to call it a night, knowing you were likely waiting for him to return.

When he got home, he felt a pang of guilt upon finding you asleep on the couch, the movie queued up and ready to play. He hated leaving you hanging, not wanting you to think the club meant more to him than spending time with you.

He admired the way your lips puckered slightly as soft snores escaped, but he also noticed the deep frown etched on your face, even in sleep, signaling that your mind, too, was just as troubled as his.

Gently, he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before sliding his arms underneath you to lift you from the couch and carry you to bed.

Your eyes creaked open at the movement, and you gazed up at him sleepily. "Jake?"

"Yeah, it's me, baby. Sorry I left you hanging."

You nuzzled into his chest, allowing him to carry you to the back bedroom of the trailer. "You owe me," you murmured.

Jake chuckled softly. "I know. I'll make it up to you. Double feature movie night."

You yawned, turning over as he settled you gently on the bed and helped you under the covers. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Kiszka."

Sleep overtook you again, and Jake undressed himself before joining you. He pulled you close, finding comfort in your presence as he drifted off to sleep.

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You could feel your heart thrumming in your ears as you struggled to steady your ragged breathing. Tears streaked your face and continued to fall, but your sobs of terror remained silent. Chaos erupted outside the closet where you’d found refuge, and you fumbled in the dark for the weapon you’d hidden for moments like this.

Desperation gnawed at you, praying you wouldn’t need to use it. But with the shattering of glass and violent, angry shouts, you feared the worst.

“Where the fuck are you?” A man's voice slurred, his steps heavy and unsteady as he stumbled through the house in a fury. “Get the fuck out here!”

Frantic, your fingers finally brushed against cool metal. You grabbed the semi-automatic pistol, your hands trembling as you checked the ammo.

One bullet. One shot. One chance to defend yourself.

You loaded the bullet back into the chamber and crouched in the corner, covering your mouth with your free hand to stifle any sound.

“I swear to God, when I get my hands on you…” the gruff voice bellowed again. You remained as still as possible, heart pounding.

Suddenly, silence fell. A tense, almost oppressive quiet. Had he tired himself out? Passed out from all the alcohol and drugs?

You waited, every second an eternity, still too afraid to move. Just as you considered peeking out, the closet door swung open. In a flash, you clutched the gun and aimed, eyes squeezed shut as the deafening shot rang out.

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You awoke in a panic, your head swiveling around the room as you tried to determine if you were back in the hell you’d escaped from. Gradually, the familiar surroundings and the presence of Jake next to you calmed your racing heart.

Jake, still half-asleep, reached out blindly, his hand brushing against your leg. He gave it a reassuring squeeze and a gentle tug. Taking his cue, you crawled into his embrace. He rolled onto his back, allowing you to nuzzle into him. Though his eyes remained closed and his breathing steady, you melted into him with a heavy sigh, feeling safe in his arms.

But the comfort was fleeting. Reality crept in, reminding you that this refuge wouldn’t last forever.

If luck was on your side, you’d soon be out of Genoa, further away from your past. But that also meant being further away from Jake. The thought tightened your chest, and you held onto him a little tighter, as if trying to memorize the feel of his embrace.

You knew you couldn’t stay forever. Your past was a shadow, always lurking, always threatening to pull you back. Every moment of peace with Jake was precious, but the clock was ticking.

As Jake murmured something in his sleep, you made a silent vow: when the time came, you would do whatever it took to protect him, even if it meant leaving everything behind.

Including him.

Taglist: @edgingthedarkness @earthgrlsreasy @wetkleenex-gvf @hollyco @dannys-dream @slut4lando @josh-iamyour-mama @gretasfallingsky @takenbythemadness

[irondad-defensesquad]

“Hey, Mr. Stark.”

Tony has actually been waiting at the door this whole time. He smiles and approaches Peter.

… And Tony hugs him.

“Hey, kiddo.”

Not that it’s that much of a surprise, honestly. Tony has hugged Peter before, albeit quickly. It’s never taken more than ten seconds.

Peter sighs. “Please don’t tell me Happy told you about me bombing my quiz.”

Tony rubs his back in response instead.

Peter rejects it and releases himself from the hug. He throws his backpack to the floor and sits on the couch in defeat.

“I don’t even know how I bombed it,” the boy vents. “I actually studied hard and- and read the book, which wasn’t that hard to read, and somehow I got the worst grade in my class.”

“English quiz?”

“Yeah. I didn’t freeze at the time and my mind didn’t go blank. I didn’t think I’d ace it, but I thought I would go well. I have no idea how I screwed up this badly.”

“Did you talk to your teacher?”

“No, ‘cause he only handed our quizzes at the end of class. I also didn’t want anyone to find out about my grade. I know Flash would mock me in front of everyone.”

Tony frowns at the mention of the bully. He sits on the couch next to Peter.

“Try talking to your teacher in his next class,” the former suggests.

“I will, it’s just… I’m so mad. A-And I’m not even mad at him. Why else would I get such a bad grade?”

“Peter…”

The teen sniffs, hiding his teary eyes. “I don’t understand, I’m trying hard to manage my school time and Spider-Man, how did I mess up like this?”

Tony sighs, opening an arm. “Come here.”

Peter then lies against him and sobs, letting his mentor hug him.

“W-Why aren’t you… mad at me, too?” Peter wonders.

It hurts Tony to hear how much he expected him to be angry.

“Why would I be?” Tony questions.

“‘Cause you care about school?”

“I care about you more. Not your grades.”

Peter looks so surprised…

“I know how it’s like to try your hardest and then you get negative feedback,” Tony tells him. “You feel like a huge screw-up. You can’t understand why or how you failed. But that doesn’t mean you’re a failure.”

The boy gazes at him, as though he’s surprised to hear that Tony Stark must have felt like a failure. Or probably still feels that way. Even if Peter and Tony have gotten closer, and Peter knows a lot more about his hero, he definitely idolizes Tony and that knowledge might fly past his head sometimes.

“It definitely sucks, kid. You have the right to be sad about it. Just try not to beat yourself too much, okay?” Tony reminds him. “I know you’re doing great. That bad grade won’t erase your efforts.”

Peter, as if coming to understand it, snuggles against Tony. He still cries but he is breathing in and out slowly, calming down.

Tony just holds him for as long as he needs.

It sort of reminds the man of when his bad grades tormented him as a kid.

Howard never cared about his good grades. But when he had bad ones, it convinced Howard that Tony was a fraud.

Several times back then, Tony considered giving up entirely.

Jarvis, however, took all the crumbled pieces of paper and thrown away projects and encouraged Tony to keep trying.

Then Rhodey was his partner in MIT, also pushing Tony to keep working, because he’s the most determined person Rhodey has known.

Of course, Tony knows he’s not made of iron. Sometimes he’ll be defeated. Sometimes his best might not be enough. He takes some time to get back up.

So he respects his time until he strikes back again.

Peter just needs this.

Like Tony once needed and might still need.

When he sees how calm Peter is now, even if he must be feeling pain, Tony pulls away a little to smile at him.

“I’m proud of you, Peter.”

The teen doesn’t know how to react at first. Then he smiles back and looks away in nervousness.

“You want some ice cream?” Tony suggests. “Just bought more today.”

Peter smirks. “Okay.”

As he eats the ice cream, the sadness prevails in Peter’s eyes. He appreciates and enjoys the gesture, though.

In the lab, Peter is staring at a piece of paper.

He puts it back in his backpack and tries to do the other homework he needs to finish.

“Hey, if you need any help, just let me know,” Tony says.

“Okay.”

“Just do what you can right now, alright? If you can’t do all of it, that’s perfectly fine.”

“Oh, this is easy, actually. But thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter grins at him and returns to his homework.

Tony watches him for a while, and his smile widens.

He really is proud of Peter. So proud.

[afterdarkprincess]

#7 with your choice 😉😉

7. Go on. Ride my thigh.

Thank you SO SO MUCH bestie for the prompt, I very much enjoyed writing this one 😜

Prompt List can be found here

Relationship: Roman/Sami Rating: Explicit Word Count: 860

Warning: Pet play, Dom/Sub relationship, Collars, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Humping.

Tag squad: @imabillyami @feelschicken @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @jeysbvck @southerngirl41

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Roman sat in his armchair with his legs splayed wide, ice cold whisky glass in hand, his dark eyes watching with intent as Sami kneels before him.

Sami’s eyes are downcast, his cheeks flushed a lovely pink. There’s a blood red collar on his neck, with a dangling gold charm that reads “Property of the Tribal Chief” in delicate engraved script. The collar is the only thing adorning Sami’s body, the rest of his pretty pale skin fully on display for Roman’s enjoyment.

He takes his free hand and cards his thick fingers through Sami’s curls, those lovely eyes closing in pleasure as Roman pets him like the loyal pet that he is.

Roman had his reservations about Sami when he first approached him, begging to be let into the bloodline, begging to be close to the Tribal Chief. But in the end he was just as malleable as his cousins, eager to please and easy to subjugate. He wanted this, had cried and pleaded for it, any opportunity to please Roman.

And please him he shall.

Roman abruptly ceases his movements, curling his fingers in the dense hair at the base of Sami’s skull and tugs hard, tilting his head back so Sami has no choice but to turn those sweet trusting eyes to Roman’s face.

Sami lets out a moan, breath coming in pants as he arches his back, pushing his puffy nipples forward to brush against the rough material of Roman’s jeans.

“Lovely,” Roman murmurs, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. “Are you ready for your reward, sweet thing?”

The ginger nods fervently, and Roman watches his pet’s pretty cock bob with the motion, like it’s nodding as well.

He laughs in spite of himself, knocking back the rest of the whisky before rising to stand and setting the glass down before leisurely unbuckling his belt. Sami’s eyes watch his every move as Roman deftly unbuttons and unzips the jeans and pushes the material down to expose the hefty bulge in his tight briefs.

Sami’s mouth falls open, cute little pink tongue darting out to lick his lips, and his hands hover near Roman’s thighs, knowing he needs permission to touch.

“Go on,” Roman chuckles. “You know what to do.”

The ginger wastes no time pulling down the band of Roman’s briefs, freeing the massive erection within. The thick uncut head smacking against Sami’s face in his eagerness.

Sami takes him into his mouth, drooling as he suckles on the tip, running his tongue around it and driving Roman wild. His hand returns to Sami’s hair, taking a firm grip but not yet applying pressure either way, just there as a reminder of who’s in control here.

He moans, sending vibrations through Roman’s dick, the heat in his belly coiling into delicious pleasure. One of Sami’s hands wraps around the base of his dick, while the other gently cups Roman’s balls, his saliva dripping down Roman’s length to ease the way.

It’s not the best blowjob the Tribal Chief has ever received, but there’s something special about the way Sami looks up at him; those beautiful eyes framed by thick lashes and full of adoration.

Sami makes quick work of it, putting his all into this as he does everything else. Roman’s balls tighten, and he just barely has the forethought to push Sami’s head down, forcing his cock into the ginger’s throat as he releases into that warm wet hole.

When Roman’s grip eases up and Sami pulls back off his cock, several strands of milky saliva and cum connect between Roman’s softening tip and those pink lips. It’s a very pretty picture, and if Roman were any younger it would get him stirring again.

Instead, Roman fetches the decanter of whisky, pouring himself another drink before returning to his chair, without a care for his still free’d cock.

Sami stays kneeling on the floor, but his eyes follow each footstep, waiting patiently for further instructions. How did Roman get so lucky to have such an obedient adoring pet?

Roman settles, spreading his knees wide again and taking a sip from his glass.

“Go on, sweetheart. Ride my thigh.”

Sami scrambles to his feet, his cock red and leaking obscenely, before straddling Roman’s large thigh and sliding his dick against the rough denim of Roman’s jeans.

He looks almost like a dog, desperately humping Roman’s leg as he searches release. Sami’s eyes fill with tears, his head drooping to rest against Roman’s broad shoulders while the Tribal Chief takes another drink of his whisky and enjoys the show unfolding on his lap.

“S-so close, sir, please-“ Sami pleads, tears beginning to fall now.

Roman tries to keep his face calm and neutral, despite the delight he’s feeling.

“Come for me.”

Sami sobs, hips spasming as he comes all over Roman’s thigh, making a mess of the jeans. The sobs turn to whines, turning to hot pants of his breath into Roman’s shirt as his pet comes down from his high.

Roman runs his fingers through Sami’s hair again, and presses a solitary kiss against his pet’s sweaty brow. After all, he did so well.

[briefalpacashark]

=Goodby Brother=

Neteyam's death.

Play while reading:

Oc=Slywanin - Lo'ak's twin.

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I could hear my heart slamming in my chest as my eyes searched frantically for my family. The water around me was pulling at my weary limbs as I moved through the sunken demon ship. The worry squeezed my lung's making my need for breath all more immediate.

My worry was washed away when I saw them, my family swimming for the surface. Pushing off the metal I swam for the surface.

In the distance, I could see Payakan's great body. Swimming up I emerged not too far from my family.

"Mum! Dad!" I called coughing and spurting through the water. I quickly swam towards them as we gathered on the fin of Payakan all reaching for each other as we pulled ourselves into a tight hug. I simply took in my family. Took in the breaths I heard. Took in that they were safe. My grip squeezed around Lo'ak as he tucked me into his side. Mother reached over cupping my cheek.

Sully's stick together. That was our greatest weakness. And our greatest strength. Yet all the Sully's weren't there.

"Where is Neteyam?" I asked.

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Pulling myself out of the water I numbly stood. My eyes trained on my brother. On his open eyes. On his bloodied chest. And on his unmoving body. 

"Neteyam," I called softly walking over and kneeling. I didn't get a reply.

"Neteyam," I called again reaching forward to cup his cheeks. He didn't respond. My thumb's brushed his skin trying to wake him. 

"Hey come on. This isn't funny. Wake up. Wake up big brother," I whispered shakily tears gathering in my eyes. My brain already knew what had happened. The silence of my family when I asked where he was. The sobs I could hear from my mother.

He was gone. Yet my heart wouldn't accept it. It held on for dear life to that little string of hope.

"Come on, look at me. Stop joking around. Neteyam, Please Neteyam wake up. Please," The tears fell down my cheeks as I shock him slightly. 

"Please. Don't leave me," I begged as I felt my heart start to shatter. Starting to accept the truth. 

"Who gonna kept me out of trouble huh? You cant go. Please don't go. I don't want you to go," I picked his head up holding it close to me. My hand fell to his chest. Fell to the last hope of a heartbeat still residing within it.

"No," I shook my head as I didn't feel anything.

"No no no no no," I cried a sob racking my body. The string I was holding onto severed completely in two.

He was dead. 

"NOOOO!" I screamed. Mother reached over holding my face as she hugged us both.

"Please great mother. Not him. Please not him," I cried. I begged, I prayed. But he was gone. Truly gone. 

"You can't leave me. I need you. Neteyam please," I sobbed. But he wouldn't listen to my pleas. He never woke up.

"I need my big brother," my words quivered before a scream ripped from my throat.

My mind didn't take anything in after that. 

The next thing I could remember was my mother placing Neteyam's song cord in my hand. My face had been painted white. A fresh set of tears gathered as I moved to the top of his song cord. My eyes looked up to my mother who pressed her lips together trying to hold back a sob as she pulled me tightly into her.

Mounting my Ilu I looked up to see my brother's body carried in a water sled.

Taking a deep breath I began to sing.

I sang the song of his life.

Of his birth, his first communion with Eywa. Of each of our sibling's births. Of his proudest moments and the moments he was proud of us. Of the battles he fought, of his happiest times. The villagers gathered all in sorrow holding aloft torches. Their heart's saddened at my truly mourning voice. My voice hitched at a certain bead. 

"My sister Sylwaning became a hunter. She is powerful and kind. She brings me great joy with her smile. I am proud of her. I thank eywa that she was brought into my life," I rember hearing that bead for the first time. I remember Neteyam smiling at me, and I remember hugging him tightly as he did.

We continued, my family swimming to the cove of the ancestors. My hand fell to the last bead.

"Now I return to Eywa. My life was filled with great happiness. I thank Eywa for my life. Now I return to her embrace," my fingers fell off the end of the cord. Mother and father pulled Neteyam out of the sling holding him afloat as they looked at me. Slipping off my ilu I swam up to him. Tying his song cord to his waist I moved to his face gently cupping it. 

He looked so peaceful. His eyes closed. I guess I was happy they were closed. I was happy he couldn't see me crying. Yet he was the only one I could cry in front of. My mind flashed with all the moments we spent together. Of all the joy and security he made me feel. 

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"Neteyam," My eight year old self whispered gently tugging his tail as he slept soundly.

"Nin?" he questioned sleepily rolling over.

"I'm scared," I whispered hugging my blanket close to me. I couldn't remember what I was scared of.

"Come on then," he huffed tiredly but opened his arms up. Quickly laying down I tucked myself into his side as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Don't worry. I got you. Your big brother will protect you. Always," he mumbled.

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No words could describe the utter dispair inside my heart. 

"You did well Neteyam. I am so proud of you," I whispered pressing my forehead to his. He did what he said he would. He protected me, to the very end. I closed my eyes taking a shaky breath.

"I see you, brother. And I will never forget," I whispered pressing my lips to his temple. Pulling back my hand slipped from his cheek. My hand hovered in the water still extended to him. For a moment my body shifted forward reaching for him again. Only my movements were stopped by Lo'ak as he grasped my hand. Weaving his fingers in mine he pulled me back slightly. Looking to him our expressions were a mirror of grief. The grief we shared. Squeezing his hand I pulled him close pressing our foreheads together. I closed my eyes gripping the back of his neck tightly providing the most amount of comfort I could. Feeling the tickle of bubbles on my face I opened my eyes to see him sobbing. My heart clenched pulling him into my side as we turned our attention to mother and father dove down with Neteyam's body. Gently pushing it into the glowing Anemone I watched as his body disappeared from view.

The people say that all energy is only borrowed. And one day you have to give it back. 

Eywa holds all her children in her heart. Nothing is ever lost.

Yet at that moment I had never felt more lost in all my life. 

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒳

He was peacefully lying on the sand under the sun listening to Yunahet narrating stories of her father's voyages.

"He pulled out his sword and struck the pirate right in his chest!" She exclaims.

"He's really brave, my dear," he compliments, "he should join the army."

"I have mentioned it to him several times, but he says his passion is to travel the world and write about it. And he says you have to follow your passion," she explains.

"So, what are you passionate about?" He asks.

"I don't really know," she sighs, "I really like watching the stars. Aren't they pretty? I wish I could map them and name each one of them."

"Why don't you do it then?" He asks.

"My m-mother forbade me from doing it. She said that they'd call me a witch," she looks down.

"No, you're not a witch, my dear," he cups her face, "you're the most beautiful angel I've ever seen."

She smiles at him and looks away blushing.

"Tae?" she asks, "Why do you call me 'my dear'?"

"Because you are a deer," he says.

"No, I am not!" She crosses her arms over her chest and hmphs.

"Haha, it's because you are very dear to me. My mother always calls me dear because she loves me a lot," he explains to her.

"So, you love me...?" She asks, "...a lot?"

"Yes, my dear," he says, "I love you a lot."

She smiles, "I lo-"

Before she could complete, "Taehyung!"

He looks at the woman, his neighbour calling out to him from afar.

"What?" He shouts back.

"It's your mother!" She screams.

Taehyung's eyes widen and he runs to his house with Yunahet running behind.

"Mother!" He exclaims as he enters his house.

"My dear!" She extends her to him, "Come here."

He kneels beside his mother, "Mother-"

"Shush, my dear. My time has come. I have to leave," she smiles bitterly. 

"But, I have to tell you the truth before I leave," tears roll down her cheeks.

"W-what truth, mother?" He stutters.

"Y-your not my son," she states.

"W-what?" His entire world crashes down, "What are you saying, mother? Please don't play around with me. I will scold you," he cries.

"My dear, you're the son of a king from Daegu, Korean Empire. Take this letter to the king and plead for an explanation. He is generous. He will tell you everything," she smiles as she hands a letter to him, closing his hands firmly around it. 

"I love you, my dear. I really do," she says as her arms fall limb.

"MOTHER!" Taehyung screams, "NO! MOTHER! NO, YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. WAKE UP BEFORE I POUR COLD WATER ON YOU!"

His tears fall continuously staining his clothes, "MOTHER! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"

He was pulled away from hugging his mother by the ladies surrounding him, "NO! TELL MY MOTHER TO WAKE UP! SHE HAS WORK! I HAVE WORK! SHE HAS TO COOK SO THAT I GET TO MY WORKPLACE WITHOUT DELAYS!"

The women around Taehyung tear up upon seeing the boy's condition, "She's gone, Taehyung. To a better place. Let her rest."

"No!" His cries reduce into sobs as he buries his head into his knees.

"I have no one," his body feels weaker as seconds pass by.

"No," he hears someone before he felt a pair of arms embrace him, "you're not alone. You have me."

He looks up at her with tears and collapses in her arms. 

"Oh my God! Aunt! Please help!" That was what he heard last before blacking out.

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Taehyung wakes up rubbing his eyes. He sees Yunahet sitting on the bed with her back facing the wall. 

"D-dear?" He asks.

"Oh! Taehyung, finally you woke up. I was worried sick," she exclaims.

"D-dear, tell me I was dreaming. Tell me she didn't actually-" He tries to read her face which wore a frown. She slowly shook her head.

"T-Taehyung, please. Don't worry. You're not alone. I'm here for you," she hugs him.

He lets his tears fall in her embrace, "W-where's that letter my mother gave?"

"Here," she hands it to him.

"I need to meet the king. How do I do that?" He asks.

"I don't know. I think we have to go to the inner city. And ask for the king's minister?" She says.

"Okay, we have to go now. Come on," Taehyung gets up fixing himself.

"Taehyung, you need to rest-" She tries to explain.

"No! I have to go. Please come with me. I only have you," he pleads.

She sighs, "Okay."

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He showed the letter from his mother to the minister and his eyes widened. He had quickly pulled the children into the courtroom and whispered something to the king, resulting in the courtroom dispersing.

"Taehyung," the King says, "your mother. I am sorry about her."

"It's not your fault, your highness. I am here upon her request. Please, I need an explanation. She told me I was the prince of Dae-" Taehyung was cut off.

"You are no prince, my child," the king stands up, "you were a baby floating around in a basket in our garden lake. Your mother adopted you out of pity."

"W-what?" Taehyungs asks.

"You're only a peasant, Taehyung," the king says, "You can take some resources from the palace for your mother's burial if you wish. Call the court back! Next case."

Taehyung left the palace disappointed in the truth he uncovered.

"I-"

"I don't know what to do."

"Taehyung, let's give your mother a burial first," Yunahet says.

"Yeah," Taehyung sniffs, "let's go."

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Taehyung buried her favourite ornaments and clothes with her in the deserts of the city. 

"I love you, mom," he whispers.

Yunahet clings onto his arm rubbing his back, "You'll be fine, Taehyung. Your mother wants you to be strong."

He smiles and wipes his tears, "Let's go home then. Shall we?"

"Yes," she takes his hand in hers and heads back.

When they reach back home, they see soldiers all over the place.

"Are you Kim Taehyung?" One of them asks.

"Y-yes," Taehyung confirms.

"The King has requested your presence," the soldier says pulling the boy's arm.

"Wait-" Taehyung resisted, "Can Yunahet come along?"

"No," the soldier said forcefully pulling him but he resisted looking at her.

"It's okay, Taehyung. I'll be here when you return," she smiles.

He finally stops trashing around and leaves with the soldiers.

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"Can we please adopt that boy? I really want a child," the queen pleads to her husband.

"But what will the people say?" The king asks

"No one will dare to say anything against you! Let's adopt him. Please," she begs.

"Okay, okay. Guards, I want Kim Taehyung in my palace as soon as possible," he orders.

"I'll give my queen everything," the king smiles.

"Y-your majesty," Taehyung greets the king.

"Taehyung," the king stands up with his queen on his arm, 

"would you like it if we adopted you?"

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aaa ty for tagging me @rainysaturdayafternoon !! this was so much fun to answer

1- are you named after anyone?

no? i don't think so. i think i remember my mom mentioning that my middle name is from my grandmother, but i can't be sure

2- when was the last time you cried?

hhhh i'm not sure. maybe when i had my car accident, just out of stress? but more likely it was when i was watching something and it made me cry

3- do you have any kids?

nope! i was the youngest in my family for abt 12 yrs so im not used to talking w kids. which basically means im really bad at it

4- do you use sarcasm a lot?

hahaha ohh all the time. i try to make sure the sarcasms pretty obvious if i use it online but irl it's abt every other sentence

5- what sports do you play/ have you played?

eeeeh not really a sports person. i played basketball and soccer when i was a kid, and did swim meets in the summer. i also did ballet when i was suuuper young, and gymnastics just after that. but the most recent sport was volleyball in middle school (which was a lot of fun highly recommend, as long as nobody's taking it too seriously).

6- what's the first thing you notice about people?

honestly? first is their hair (weird, but i'll explain in a second), and second is their height. i'm already pretty tall, like. taller than average, so typically anyone that i meet if a few inches shorter than me, or i seriously have to crane my neck up to talk to them. but for the hair thing- i'm pretty face blind, which basically means i can't remember anybody's face the moment i look away from them, so the most reliable way i can recognize someone is with their hair

7- what's your eye color?

blue!

8- scary movies of happy endings?

really don't like scary movies, so i'll take a happy ending any day

9- any special talents?

uhhhh i don't really think so? i'm a pretty good liar, unfortunately, and can think on my feet when under stress but usually i just use it for The Bit and to make dumb jokes

10- where were you born?

just north of atlanta, georgia! (there in no way on God's green earth i'm going to drop the city name. for several reasons)

11- what are your hobbies?

i've been getting into knitting recently, but most often i draw and write. (reading is a. struggle for me. if anyone has good exciting book recommendations, please drop them!!)

12- do you have any pets?

yes! i've got two cats. a fat grumpy one (my beloved, i've had her since i was a baby) and a tiny hyperactive one (also my beloved. she is chaos incarnate)

13- how tall are you?

5'10" which is about 177.8 cm!

14- favorite subject in school?

being a creative writing major, you'd expect english but all my english classes have been pretty mid (except for ap lit. BEST class i've taken). so i usually prefer foreign language or history classes (and i wonder why i like worldbuilding so much)

15- dream job?

opening a secondhand bookshop/cafe in a city either in the uk or northeast us!!

some tags: @oblivious-idiot @wellgoslowly @crowsjointhecycle @imissthembutitwasntadisaster @gonna-live-just-to-spite-you @beeshive and anyone else i mghtve forgotten to tag!! <33

15 mutuals, 15 questions

tagged by @flowercrowngods Thanks for thinking of me.

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes. My mother's grandmother (first name) and my father's aunt (middle name).

2. when was the last time you cried?

The last time I specifically remember was a couple of years ago when I saw Hadestown. I'm very bad at crying; when I realize I need to I have to sort of trick myself into doing it.

3. do you have kids?

Nope. And not looking to.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Pretty much all the time in person. I try to be more careful about it online since tone can be harder to read.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

I really don't do/have never done competitive athletics.

I do bike a lot. Twenty mile rides most weekends when the weather cooperates. Bike trainer in the apartment for daily cardio.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their presence? Actually, around my apartment building the first thing I tend to observe is if they have a dog. My building is full of dogs and it is fantastic, if allergy inducing.

7. what’s your eye colour?

Hazel

8. scary movies or happy endings?

I think most of my favorite movies have happy endings, so probably that one. I care more that the ending is earned than that it's happy, though.

9. any special talents?

I can memorize long strings of (what seem to me) nonsense syllables and repeat them as though they have meaning. The only practical use I've had for this talent/skill was in high school drama club. I played a character who spoke almost entirely in a fictional language and I got the role solely because no one else could make the babble sound like lines. If I were a good singer, I could maybe use this skill for opera, but alas, I sing like a cat being murdered.

10. where were you born?

Los Angeles, California.

11. what are your hobbies?

Reading. Yarn crafts, like knitting and crochet. More reading. Writing.

12. do you have pets?

Not at the moment. Well, a spouse. It's a bit like having a cat in that he mostly looks after himself and likes sit on my lap when I'm trying to write. But unlike a cat he doesn't give me hives or trigger an asthma attack.

13. how tall are you?

5'0" (152.4 cm, for those of you who aren't American)

14. favourite subject at school?

Math. Always math. Best math classes: linear algebra, logic and proof, statistical theory (that class was so difficult, but I use what I learned there all the time)

15. dream job?

I used to work as a library page. Just putting books on the shelf, in the correct order, for 20 hours a week. If I'm selling my time for money, that's the labor I really enjoy

tagging: You know, I'm not sure I have fifteen mutuals. So I'll just tag some people I haven't seen these from. @counting-dollars-counting-stars @greenlikethesea @threewaywithdelusion @rosethevoid @sthound @sharpbutsoft @motsimages

[m4ctavish]

Ghost — Youth.

Masterlist.

Desc : Some general headcanons regarding how Ghost is w/ his child growing up :)

A/N : You guys really love dad! Ghost don’t you?? Please keep in mind while reading this that anon asked me to put aside him being gone all the time in exchange for some soft headcanons ^^

Simon “Ghost” Riley :

He was nervous to be a father in the first place. He didn’t want to be anything like his own; he’d never want his child to resent him in the way that he resents his.

I feel like having a child would give him that extra push forward to be better though. (Of course his partner already does that but a little extra help is nice)

Alongside that, I feel like he’d do absolutely anything to keep them safe and out of harm’s way. (Which sometimes means not being able to present himself as a father. He doesn’t want nor need someone going after either his partner or his child.)

Moving on to the actual headcanons though; the first time he gets to hold them, he’s abnormally gentle. He’s so afraid that if he moves wrong or even just breathes wrong, he’s going to hurt them. If they hold on to one of his fingers, he just flatlines. (Or to put it simply, he cries about it.)

There’s probably a few photos somewhere, collecting dust either in a frame or in a photo album, of him laying either on a couch or bed with him passed the fuck out and a baby on his chest. (He always makes sure to keep an arm supporting them— doesn’t want them sliding off)

Once they’re old enough to walk and run around, best believe this kid is not leaving his side. They Love Their Dad. (They probably hang on his leg and he’s just like 😐 while trying to do whatever he needs to do with a kid on his leg)

With that said, I can definitely see them constantly asking him about what everything is that he’s handling. (“What’s that?” “A knife.”) If they’re genuinely curious, he may let them hold it ONLY with the sheath on, just to feel its weight in their hands.

When they’re a bit older and able to understand the severity of what he’s teaching them, he’d show them how to use it for the sake of their own protection if he’s not there to keep them safe. ‘Course it’s a bit of a dark thing to teach a kid but he’s just worried that something’s going to happen when he’s not around.

Maybe he’ll also teach them how to use a handgun.

If the two of them are messing around and they try to run past or around him, he’ll just scoop them up and they’re giggling so hard he just kind of has a “i’m really a dad” moment (“Going somewhere, little one?”)

I’d like to believe that he’d teach them a few things he believes are necessary; a mixture of valuable life lessons and just simple survival skills. The world can be cruel and unforgiving and he doesn’t want them navigating it the same he did in his youth. He wants to be able to prevent them from making the same mistakes he did and wants them to be able to be better than him in any and all ways possible.

I feel like a lot (not all) of pictures of him and his kid, he’s coincidentally not in frame all the way or if he is, part of his upper body is blocked out by a glint or he’s blurred out by shitty focus. If anything, the easiest way to tell that it’s him is the tattoo on his arm. (His kid goes around showing their friends pictures of the two of them but it’s just Ghost from the waist down; he’s got an arm wrapped around their shoulder whilst they’re wrapping their arms around his middle. The only thing recognizable about him is the tattoo on his forearm and his build.)

This kid is likely used to seeing Ghost with and without the balaclava. Maybe initially the skull faceplate used to scare them but as they got older, they learned to associate it with him and it just became another extension of their dad.

With elementary school and kindergarten, I feel like he not always understands the little awards kids are given but he’s proud nonetheless. Star reading ribbon? Hell yeah. His kids got some chest candy of their own. (Probably a few pictures out there of him crouching beside his little one, arms wrapped around them tight. They’re holding a paper with a little golden seal on it and they’re oh so proud, a bright and giddy smile on their face.)

If they’re one of those kids that waits until 9pm the night before a project is due, to tell him that they need to go to a store to get stuff for a poster board, he’s just like Shit. Best believe the two of them are making a late night shopping trip and he’s just kind of mumbling to himself about what they might need because GOD they came to him instead of their other parent and AAAA. Best believe that if they get tired and can’t finish up the project (considering how late it may get) he’d probably stay up gluing down pictures, poster board frames and little excerpts about whatever it is their projects on and he’s just like Fuck, this better be good.

[nctsplug02]

can we get a scenario where hannie just wants mrs jeong to carry her and not jen like mr and mrs jeong are off to work and their now handing hannie to jen but hannie is crying and just wanna be with her mom all day :(((

mommy lovin’ || j.j || jtbs

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive

warnings: breeding kink, crabby hannie, kissing, frustrated hannie

jen let out a sound of struggle as hannie tossed and turned in her arms. “hannie— please, stop.” jen grunted and let the girl slip onto the couch.

“do you need a nap? are you tired? hungry?” jen sighs and picks up hannie only for hannie to slip out of her grasp. “hannie. please stop crying.” jen covered her ears as hannies’ cries turned into screams.

“oh, my gosh.” jen stands up and dials for you, no answer. she repeats it several times only for it to head to voicemail— same with jaehyun.

“bottle, hannie. eat your bottle—?” the bottle is kick out of her hand as hannie screams and kicks her feet at it. “no, no. we don’t kick.” jen clamps the phone between her ear and shoulder before going to pick up the bottle.

“n—no!” hannie voice catching jen off guard. “w—want m—mama! want m—mama, please?!” jen’s jaw quivers as she debates on what to do.

she grabs hannies diaper bag and packs it with bottles before shoving it in the car and plopping hannie in her car seat.

“w—want m—ama!” hannie cries and struggles in her car seat. “we’re almost there, hannie. just a little longer.”

jen hisses as hannie yanks her hair. “hannie— stop! look there’s mommy!” jen points to a door which makes hannie snap her head towards the door only to begin crying again.

“fuck, that’s not even her office.” jen mutters when reading the sign that read, huang renjun.

jen bolts out of the small hall and runs towards the elevator. “s—stop! n—no!” hannie shouts as the elevator starts moving.

“is she—?” jen glares at the person who asks about hannie. “she’s fine.” jen says through her gritted teeth.

jen bolts out the elevator and immediately sees a room with another name. “mrs jeong— oh, thank god.” she sighs in relief and quickly rushes in.

“—and this—? jen? what’re you—? hannie?” the deep voice catches jen off guard. “crap, i thought this was mrs jeongs office.” jen cries out.

“i’m sorry. we’ll have to finish this discussion sometime soon. i have a family problem at the moment.” the man who sat across jaehyun quickly gathered his stuff and left without a word.

“sweet girl, why’re you crying?” jaehyun swoons the baby who struggles and kicks her legs around. “n—no!” she roars and fusses.

“baby— baby, what’s wrong?” he tries to comfort the baby who continues to toss and turn. “don’t w—want daddy! want m—mommy!” she hiccups from crying too hard.

jen bites her nails. “mrs jeongs office.” jaehyun nods and carries the baby next door.

jen tenses up and hides behind jaehyun as she the door swings open. “i knew i heard my baby girl crying.” hannie lifts her head off her dads chest and cries harder when seeing your face. “oohh,” you coo, reaching forward and collecting your daughter.

hannie instantly clings onto you when feeling you hug her. “my sweet sweet girl.” you turn around while bouncing on your knees and patting her back. “are you tired? you wanna take a nap?” you feel a tiny shake as hannie shakes her head.

“jen, a bottle.” jen reaches into the bag and grabs a bottle for you. “thank you.” you hand it to the girl who instantly rejects it. “no? no bottle? do you want your blankie?” she shakes her head again.

“just wanna be with mommy?” she nods which makes you frown. “okay, you can stay with mommy. you can stay with mommy all day until we go home, okay?” she nods and silently hiccups.

“how long has she been crying for, jen?” you ask, slowly lowering yourself onto your chair. “almost an hour— probably thirty minutes.”

“do you know what for?” jen shakes her head. “no but, she kept asking for you. she was rejecting me and mr jeong.” you grin softly.

“my sweet girl just needs her momma.” jaehyun says brushing her hair down and wiping away her tear stained cheeks. “mm!” hannie whines and flips her head away from jaehyun. “okay,” jaehyun softly chuckles as pulls his hand away. “feisty, just like her momma.” you shoot daggers at the man who laughs.

jaehyun stops at the end of the bed when seeing another bump by you. “hi,” you lift your head slightly off your pillow. “hey, baby.” he tosses the towel at the single chair.

“hannies gonna be sleeping with us tonight. she’s.. very attached to me right now. she wouldn’t let me put her down in her crib, she clung onto me instead. so, she’s sleeping with us tonight.”

jaehyun nods and joins you both. “now i gotta cuddle with a pillow.” jaehyun sulks which makes you softly chuckle. “it’s just for a night, baby.” you reach over and rub his cheek.

“wanna cuddle with you tonight.” you pull your hand away only for him to bring it back against his cheek. “you cuddle with me every night.”

“just go to bed, baby. cuddle with a pillow and we can cuddle tomorrow.” jaehyun accepts it turns to the side. “what—? babe?” you sigh as he sulks.

“such a baby.” you sigh again and press your nose against hannies head.

the next morning, hannie clung onto you like a cub attached to their mother. hannie didn’t allow jaehyun to hug you. to kiss you. she didn’t even allow him to give you coffee, you had to get it yourself.

after hannie fell asleep early. you climbed into bed next to jaehyun who smirked. “what? what’s with the silly smirk?” you ask, brushing the sheets out. “sit here.” he pats his lap and you sigh, holding a grin on your lips as you plop yourself onto his lap.

“y’know, just watching you.. hold hannie and take such amazing care of her.. it turned me on.” you laugh and hide your face into the crook of his neck. “you’re so.. oh, my gosh. i cant with you.” he holds your hips.

“i’m serious, babe. it really turned me on. like, i want to.. fuck another baby into you.” you bite your lip and rub his nape. “please do?” it sounded more like a whine from you.

“gladly.” he says and presses his lips onto yours before flipping you over.