#she climbs on me every morning and nuzzles me as i kiss her head and curls up on top of me

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. teeth rotting fluff (lots of feelings), little smut (towards the end) domestic things because why not, kissing and making out. etc.

𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

dividers by @cafekitsune & @anitalenia 🩷

Heat radiated from his body, and you became just as much warm because you were naturally made to adapt your body to humans. Meanwhile you rested and charged up lying on your back Logan snuck into your bed. Opening your eyes you blinked, adapting to the pink vision from the love mode. He slept so peacefully next to you one arm draped over your stomach keeping you close. The neon lights peeking through the dark curtains— illuminating the room. Touching his forearm slowly tracing every vein on his arm. He woke slowly. “Good Morning Sir..” smiling small gently leaning in to peck his mouth and he responded. “Mornin bub” he groaned rolling on his back realising he moved to the guest room after you two connected as deeply as it could the night before. “How are you feeling Sir?” Tilting your head to face him cupping his cheek with the back of your hand. Kissing your palm Logan climbed on top of you nestling between your legs. Without any words his mouth was on yours kissing you, you responded. Your vision becoming blurry with pink hearts exploding at the back of your mind— your arms draping around his shoulders legs parting even more. A moan escaped your glossy lips when your tongues started to dance in wild passion replicating his carnal need to connect with you early in the morning. His hands explored every naked curve of your body licking into your mouth.

“Coffee?” Asking softly preparing breakfast for him. Logan walked over to you hands gluing to your hips nuzzling the back of your neck inhaling your scent. “Please princess.” Your relationship deepened. It wasn’t only just because of the love mode. It was because he actually loved spending time with you— he introduced you to movies. Watching movies with him late at nights. Holding your hand fingers joined together as you walked outside. Logan was never the one to talk first until you broke the silence and asked him about his life. He didn’t like talking about the hard times— he never had a happy memory it seemed. You were the only happy memory he ever had and created.

“I can’t let you go..” a soft whisper could be heard from behind you as you cooked dinner for him. “Sir, i am not leaving you I assure you.” You smiled softly. The more you spend time with him the better you became with human communication. “Your contract ends in few days, I’m going to have to return you and I can’t do that. I don’t want to give you up” putting some hair behind your ear his face softened. Your glossy lips puckered as you pecked his stubbly cheek. “Extend your rental Sir.. I will be all yours.” You smiled but Logan didn’t seem to smile at your words. “What is wrong Sir?” Turning off the stove you stepped in front of him. “I don’t want to rent you anymore. I want to buy you” he sighed leaning his forehead against yours and you read his emotions. He was saddened that you’d have to go in few days. “If you buy me sir.. I shall be yours forever” he cooed at your words. “I can’t lose you..” nodding your hands slipping around his back to caress it.

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“Are you paying me for her?” Your seller quirked a brow at Logan. “Shut the fuck up and take the goddamn money. She’s mine” something snapped in him. “Fuck, alright. She’s worth more but I am going to keep my mouth shut. I know who you are.” Logan grunted angrily eyeing the security men entering the room. “You don’t know anything about me” turning around his claws growing out. “I paid for her. Now leave me the fuck alone.” Your seller nodded. “Let him go. You can keep that useless robot. I will make dozens more” Logan snorted. “I knew it. You’re a fucking asshole—” claws retrieved by themselves once he left the building. Logan walked home since his car got crashed, humans were so greedy that they vandalised everything in their way. The heavy rain covered the entire city, as he stilled his feet he could see the advertisement screens presenting you as the perfect housewife robot. It was too late— you were now bought. Maybe Luck was on his side…

You waited patiently, by the dining table. The food was warm when you heard the elevator door open. Logan stepped in soaked from the rain, you quickly rushed to get a towel. “Oh Sir! I should’ve given you the umbrella” you walked up to him drying his face and his hair. He groaned picking you up in his arms your legs wrapping around his waist. “Perfect little thing aren’t you bub?” You nodded quickly. “Perfect for you Sir. Dinner is ready” he hummed in appreciation sitting down at the dinner table having you on his lap. He let you pat dry his body and he watched you with soft eyes. “You’re mine now..” he whispered arms circling around you. You stopped your doings checking the system and instead of ‘rented’ it was now ‘owned by Mr Howlett” you threw your arms around his neck smiling wide. “Thank you so much Sir I will take care of you” Logan’s heart fluttered. “I want to take care of you” your very loving relationship was about to begin. You knew that you were connected on deeper level and Logan felt so bonded with you. It was almost unbelievable that you could even make that happen—

“S-Sir..” you gasped accepting his protected cock right inside of you. His warm breath fanned the back of your neck as you both lied on the couch watching a movie quietly, cuddling up. “There we go princess” he groaned carnally needy for you rutting his hips into you from behind. The soft clapping sounds only added to the pleasure you felt waves of pleasure in your system. “I love you” you breathed watching him grope your naked breasts. Moans spilling out of your lips as he filled you out battering his cock inside of your warm velvety pussy from behind holding you to his chest your back arched pressing your shoulder blades against his naked chest. “Fuck..” he let out a shaky sigh of pleasure gritting his teeth tightening his arms around you “I love you..Increase your emotions to hundred percent” his answer caused you to moan out loud.

— Love overdrive —

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( if any grammatical mistakes, I apologise in advance)

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Growing Pains

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Notes: I’m gonna cry they don’t need to be THIS ATTRACTIVE, also boy did I NOT edit this 🥹🥹🥹 what a lovely lil request from my bestie who you know in this moment I’m realizing I don’t remember how to spell your user I’m sorry I love you 🤣🤣🤣 okay I checked it’s @chihard20

The day started out normal, waking up snuggled in Eddie’s arms as he nuzzled your neck. He was always affectionate in the mornings, too sleepy to really want anything but you.

“Mornin’ Gorgeous” He mumbles into your neck, his hands trailing down your sides until they reach your hips. His fingers splay out over your plush body as he guides you on top of him. You giggle into him, rolling your eyes as you sit up. He likes when your hair is all messy like that after waking up

“Good morning baby” You grin, your hands sliding over his torso before planting them firmly on his chest. He grins wickedly at the way your back arches, blushing a little in the process as you start to roll your hips in slow circles. He smirks, sliding his hands back up your sides and squeezing lightly

“Ow!” You flinch away from his touch, and he stops immediately, sitting up

“Y/N? Hey… what’s wrong?” He feels your sides again, this time a little slower and you wince when his hands flow over a certain spot. He lifts your shirt and looks, there’s a bruise there, and it’s hot to the touch.

“What the hell is this??” He asks, his voice dripping with worry. He pushes your hair gently out of your face and you lean into his touch

“Okay wait wait don’t worry, Buck and I were working out yesterday and he got me in the side. It was a total accident I forgot about it”

He rolls his eyes, pulling you in carefully to kiss you “Remind me to kick his ass when I see him” you giggle and kiss him back, your lips moving slowly against his

“Will do”

Eddie painstakingly tells you he doesn’t want to have sex, and you’re snickering through it the entire time he’s trying to reassure you. It’s not that he doesn’t want it, he just doesn’t want to hurt you or anything. You begrudgingly accept his reasoning and get out of bed.

He takes his time in a very…very cold shower, cursing Buck with every pass of the loofah on his skin and you take that time to get washed up. You stare in the mirror, you look a little pale… a little tired. Huh maybe you just didn’t get enough sleep? Eddie was… enthusiastic last night to say the least. You just decide to shrug it off and finish getting ready for work.

After a busy breakfast and goodbye kisses to Chris, you’re both out the door, Buck is actually on time for once and you climb into the jeep.

“Thanks a lot cock block” Eddie mumbles as soon as his seatbelt is on and you snort loudly, holding your side lightly

“Don’t make me laugh! It hurts!”

“What do you mean cock block. I specifically did not call you this morning because I know y’all get it on every five seconds!!”

“You hurt her side! I couldn’t…. You know when she’s hurting like that. What kind of a man would I be!” Eddie frowns at him, crossing his arms over his chest

Buck looks at you in the rear view mirror “Damn, I didn’t think I hit you that hard Y/N, I’m really sorry.”

You shrug your shoulders, the pain is starting to flare up a little more so you adjust your seatbelt to not be over it.

“Hey it’s okay! It truly was an accident Buck, don’t worry about Mr. Horndog he’ll get over it”

You and Buck spend the rest of the ride teasing Eddie and laughing at him and he threatens to break up with the both of you. He slouches down in his chair, his arms crossed and pouting like a little kid. It’s impossible for you and Buck to not laugh at him.

It isn’t until a couple hours into your shift you start sweating. It’s not unbearably hot like it could be in L.A so maybe it’s just a you problem. You sit in the break area with a fan in front of you, your head laying on the cool table, you don’t realize your eyes were closed until someone’s hand is on your back, rubbing soothing circles to rise you.

“Hey Y/N, Cap wants you to…” Chim looks at you, you look worse than you feel which is pretty hard to achieve right now.

“Eddie?? Hey Eddie come up here, quick!!” Chim calls over the railing before coming back to stand by you. He gets down on one knee, pushing your sweaty hair off your forehead

“Hey… hey kiddo what’s going on?” He asks you softly and you look at him, your eyes a little hazy.

“Chim?” You say softly, you move your head slowly to the sound of Eddie’s footsteps as he jogs over

“Baby?? Y/N what’s going on” He repeats the question and you look at him with those same hazy eyes. He looks worried sick. You can see the panic behind the mask. You try to push yourself up slowly, but curl back up in a ball, crying out in pain and holding your sides

Chimney gets up from the floor, running to the railing “Call an ambulance!! Hen we need you, bring your med pack”

Buck holds back Eddie, standing in front of him as you’re laid out on the floor. Hen needs room to assess you and Eddie can barely give it to her

“Hey, she’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be okay” Buck says softly, holding his arms, he’s just as nervous. His hands are shaking and Eddie looks at him, taking a deep breath and nodding. He pushes Buck to the side but puts his arm around him too. He knows how much Buck loves you and he knows Buck is probably freaking out thinking he caused this.

“It looks like appendicitis” Hen says, looking up at the boys.

“Oh thank god. I thought I killed her. I can’t go to jail! I’m too pretty for jail!”

You wheeze with laughter but stiffen and hold your side again, Eddie whacks Buck’s torso

“Don’t make her laugh!”

The ambulance comes in record time and you’re loaded into it. Eddie gets in back, holding your hand tightly and kisses your knuckles softly. The team promises they’ll come to the hospital after their shift and Buck swears he’ll take care of Chris.

The ride there is a bit slower, and Eddie looks like he’s going to have an anxiety attack

“I’m stable. Stop worrying” your words are short puffs of air and Eddie lays his forehead on your arm

“God you scared me… you are scaring me” He whispers to you, can’t this thing go any faster?

“This happens to a hundred million billion people Eddie” your voice is soft “I’m gonna be okay”

“I’m not dating a hundred million billion people, I’m dating you. I’m loving you.”

Your heart flutters when he says that, you sniffle a little and he wipes away your tears.

“I love you too” you whisper back, closing your eyes slowly to rest

“…I love you guys too” Adam the paramedic wipes away a fake tear and you snicker, wincing and groaning in pain but it’s just too stupid not to laugh

“Don’t make her laugh!!!”

Buck is in the waiting room when Eddie is told he has to be there. His head snaps up and he gets up from his chair, Eddie hugs him tightly, patting him on the back

“What are you doing here?? I thought you were gonna watch Chris?”

“Isabel dropped by, and forced me out of the house” he chuckles, pulling away from Eddie.

“Said you shouldn’t be alone…Chris begged me to give this to Y/N, how could I refuse that face?”

Eddie sits in a chair and Buck plops down next to him, he passes him a piece of construction paper, Chris made a get well card, it’s got a picture of the two of them on the front cover. Eddie holds it, looking through it. God he couldn’t lose you, he should have been more serious about it earlier, maybe if he’d just asked a few more questions-

The card is snatched from his hands and he snaps out of it, Buck shakes it out. Eddie hadn’t even realized he was crying.

“There was nothing you could have done in the time you were with her to figure out it was appendicitis” He says firmly, giving Eddie no room to even fight it.

The wait isn’t long, two hours or so but it feels like so much longer to Eddie. He paces back and forth for a bit, before Buck gets up and trades places with him

“I’ll take a turn” he jokes a little and Eddie smiles sadly at him. Just glad he’s not alone anymore. He watches Buck pace slowly, breathing in time with his steps. He’s slouched in the chair, his arms crossed. He’d been in the same position this morning for more fun reasons and he wishes he could just go back to that.

“Mr. Diaz?” A doctor in scrubs comes out, taking off his bandanna. He sighs but smiles wearily at him. Eddie jumps out of his chair

“Is she okay? Please tell me she’s alive”

His voice cracks at the end of the sentence and Buck walks over, putting his arm around Eddie’s shoulders

“I’m Doctor Pascal. Of course she’s alive Mr. Diaz. She’s perfectly fine” He puts his hand on his arm and reassures him, a look of worry on his face

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking him over. Eddie is a wreck if he’s being honest. He nods fast, wiping the tears from his face

“I’m okay I’m fine. Can I see her? Can we see her?? Please”

Doctor Pascal gives Eddie another once over before nodding

“Yeah, yeah you can see her. But we only allow immediate family back there… so?” He looks at Buck kindly

“Oh I’m her boyfriend, he’s her husband”

Buck says it so calmly and smoothly, like he’s absolutely rehearsed this moment and was so ready for it

“Oh uh” Doctor Pascal just shrugs his shoulders “Follow me gentlemen”

Buck gives Eddie his biggest, shiniest smile and for the first time all afternoon Eddie laughs.

As soon as they all get to the room Buck is at your side, dramatically pushing Eddie out of the way, it makes you giggle and he cups your face in his hands, peppering little kisses all over

“Hi baby” he coos softly “It’s daddy Buck”

You snort and push his chest away, Eddie stands very still at the end of your bed, you look over to him, reaching your hand out weakly. You’re seeing two of him from the killer pain meds they gave you… but that just means you can see two equally as panicked faces

“I’m alive, Edmundo. I’m here” you say steadily and Buck kind of tugs him around the bed, joining your hands.

He finally snaps out of it, kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed with you. Dr. Pascal’s head snaps up from the computer

“Mr. Diaz wait you-“

Buck runs to the other side of the bed and helps you move over some, enough for Eddie to fit next to you. You wrap your arms around him so tightly, squeezing him as close as you can. You can feel tears falling onto your chest as you stroke his back, shushing him softly. He clings to you like his life depends on it and you understand that it probably does in this moment

“Just. Be careful with her okay?” Dr. Pascal scolds Eddie, who just nods slowly and gives him a thumbs up. The doctor leaves the room and you continue to stroke back, your hand trails up his neck and you start to play with his hair

“Daddy Buck?” You ask him, and you feel Eddie snicker into your neck

“I told Dr. Pascal I was your boyfriend and he was your husband

“You’ve been waiting to do that for so long how did it feel”

“Pretty triumphant not gonna lie”

You turn back to Eddie now, he finally pulls his face from your neck 

“Hi” 

“Hi”

He kisses you softly, it takes a second for your fuzzy brain before your lips respond to his, he slips off your heart monitor and holds it out to Buck who rolls his eyes and puts it on his own finger. 

Eddie’s hand moves slowly over your body just feeling you. His hand settles on your chest right over your heartbeat and you smile softly, pulling away and taking his hand, kissing his palm

“Are you okay now?” You ask quietly and he sighs, nodding slowly 

“I’m so glad you’re okay… I haven’t been that scared in a long time.” 

“I know baby…but I’m okay now alright? I just have to heal” 

“And I promise I’ll wait on you hand and foot. You won’t have to lift a finger” he kisses your forehead

“Hey! I’ll even stay over and watch Chris so you can take care of her” Buck offers, as he messes around on the computer 

Eddie swats him away from the computer and you giggle

“Thanks Buck” He says sarcastically, but he means it, honestly.

“Hey it’s the least I can do for my partners!”

“Oh my god we’re not actually-“

Buck slaps his hand over Eddie’s mouth

“Do you want them to find out and kick me out?!”

[httpsdana]

Hiii~ can you make a fiction for Kenan Yildiz where it’s a day off for him and the reader (his wife) and they are having a family day with their 3 years old son and 1 year old daughter , where they are taking care of them , playing a little and when the kids fall asleep they both cuddle in bed and have a romantic talk to sleep.

Thank you in advance sweetheart , your fictions are truly amazing 💗.

Our Little Family~Kenan Yildiz

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

we got wifi in our emergency house so I might as well right some things when im bored. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

The sun was just peeking through the curtains when y/n felt a small tug on the blanket. She groaned softly, still half-asleep, but she could already sense what was happening. Their 3-year-old son, Emir, was standing by the bed, his bright brown eyes wide and a mischievous smile on his face. He had clearly been up for a while.

"Mama, Papa," Emir whispered, tugging again, "I'm hungry!"

She heard a soft chuckle beside her. Kenan stirred, his arm slipping around her waist as he opened his eyes.

“Good morning, buddy,” Kenan said, his voice still husky from sleep. “Are you ready for a fun day?”

Emir nodded excitedly, his curly hair bouncing. y/n couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. Sitting up, she heard a second, quieter noise from the baby monitor: their 1-year-old daughter, Leyla, was awake too, babbling to herself in her crib.

“I’ll get her,” she said, kissing Kenan’s cheek before climbing out of bed. Kenan sat up, stretching, and helped Emir onto the bed, where they immediately began playing a silly game of “tickle monster.”

y/n tiptoed into Leyla’s room, finding her sitting up with her chubby hands gripping the side of the crib. Her wide eyes sparkled with joy when she saw her mom. “Mama!” she gurgled, reaching out with her tiny arms.

"Good morning, my sweet girl," y/n cooed, scooping her up and pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. She nuzzled into her shoulder, as she inhaled the familiar baby scent that always brought her peace.

Once both kids were ready, y/n and Kenan decided to take them out for breakfast. The thought of enjoying a morning out as a family filled her with excitement. Emir was already talking about pancakes, and Leyla clapped her hands in delight as she bundled her up in a tiny jacket.

The café they chose had a cozy atmosphere, with a play area for the kids and plenty of space for Leyla’s stroller. As they entered, she saw the sparkle of recognition in Kenan’s eyes—he was already planning to spoil everyone.

The family settled into a booth, Leyla happily perched on her mom's lap as she helped her nibble on small pieces of fruit. Emir was across from her, excitedly showing Kenan how he could color in the activity book the café provided. Kenan leaned over, drawing a little football next to Emir’s attempts at coloring.

Breakfast was filled with laughter as Emir managed to get syrup all over his fingers, and Kenan joked, “We’re going to have to wash you like a car, buddy.” Leyla clapped at every new taste of food, and her giggles echoed around the café as Kenan played peek-a-boo with her.

After breakfast, the four of them headed to the nearby park. The fresh air felt invigorating, and the playground was just what the kids needed to burn off their morning energy. Emir ran straight to the slides, calling for Kenan to follow him. y/n watched as Kenan helped him up the ladder, his strong arms lifting Emir when he got stuck halfway.

“Look, Mama!” Emir called from the top. “Watch me slide!”

She cheered him on as he slid down with a triumphant grin. Leyla, nestled in her arms, reached for the swings, her tiny fingers pointing as she made soft cooing sounds. y/n placed her gently in the baby swing, pushing her back and forth as she squealed in delight.

Kenan jogged over after a few more rounds on the slide with Emir. “I’ll take her,” he offered, lifting Leyla from the swing. She immediately clung to his chest, her little head resting against his broad shoulder. It was a sight that always melted y/n's heart—Kenan was so naturally tender with the kids, and they adored him.

They spent the next hour playing as a family. Kenan chased Emir around, pretending to be a monster, while y/n sat on the grass with Leyla, watching as she tried to walk on her own. Each time she wobbled, she caught her, and she’d look up at her mom with a big, proud smile. Eventually, Kenan and Emir returned, both panting and laughing. Kenan collapsed onto the grass beside y/n, pulling Emir into his arms.

"You’re fast, little guy," Kenan said breathlessly, ruffling Emir’s hair. Emir beamed, clearly proud of himself.

When the afternoon sun started to tire everyone out, they decided it was time to head home. Back in the house, Leyla and Emir’s energy levels had dropped significantly after all the playing and excitement. y/n and Kenan bathed them together, filling the bathroom with giggles as bubbles floated everywhere. Emir splashed, pretending he was a pirate, while Leyla clapped her hands at the water, her eyes wide with fascination.

Once they were in their pajamas, they all curled up in the living room for storytime. Kenan sat on the couch, Leyla nestled in his lap while Emir snuggled into y/n's side, his eyes heavy as she read their favorite bedtime story. It didn’t take long for both of them to fall asleep, their peaceful faces bathed in the soft glow of the lamp.

y/n and Kenan carefully carried them to their beds, tucking each one in with a kiss. Leyla’s tiny hand curled around her stuffed animal, while Emir mumbled something about pirates before drifting back off.

As soon as the kids were settled, y/n and Kenan headed to their room. The day’s events had worn them out in the best way possible, and the moment they slid into bed, Kenan pulled her into his arms, holding her close. His warmth enveloped her, and she let out a content sigh, resting her head on his chest.

"Today was perfect," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "I love watching you with them. You’re such a good father."

Kenan kissed the top of her head, his voice soft in the quiet of the room. “I couldn’t do it without you. You make all of this possible. I love our little family.”

She tilted her head up, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. The kiss deepened for a moment, full of tenderness and affection. When they pulled away, y/n smiled at him, feeling her heart swell with love.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe this is real,” she whispered. “Our family. Our life together.”

Kenan’s hand moved to cradle her cheek, his eyes soft as he gazed down at his wife. “It’s real, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

With that, they both fell into a peaceful silence, their bodies entwined, hearts full.y/n drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Kenan’s arms and the quiet joy of the life they’d built together.

[oneforthemunny]

car troubles |dom!eddie munson x brat!reader|

prompt: "don't make me pull this van over" with dom!eddie. based off this ask from horny hours yesterday. this ended up being much longer that I expected it to be so enjoy lol.

contains: minors dni 18+. dom!mean!brat tamer!eddie, sub!brat!reader, spanking, exhibitonism, all consensual and pre-consented to.

"I saw you, Eddie!" You shrilled, hand slamming on the console in between the two of you.

Eddie's teeth grit, white knuckled grip on the wheel, heavy soled boots pressing further and further onto the gas, the van flying over the backroads of Hawkins.

The two of you had been going at it since you left the diner. He'd picked you up earlier that morning, sweet kisses and gentle touches that left you giggly and dizzy when he doted on you, opening your doors and taking you to the small restaurant outside of Hawkins- the one you'd been begging to go to for weeks, a Woodstock renovated type filled with nostalgic junk on every corner, shambled together into an aesthetic, vintage, flower child vibe, and with the best waffles in Indiana, according to your friend.

Eddie was smitten, proud of how happy it made you when he pulled into the parking lot, surprising you with the breakfast spot. You'd squealed, wrapping him up in your arms, peppering kisses and nuzzling into his cheek with muttered "thank you, thank you, thank you" until he was blushing and laughing under your affection. "Anything for you, baby doll." He'd winked, playfully tapping your ass when you passed him into the open door, holding onto his arm sweetly, overwhelmed with devotion as you sat at the booth.

The free and easy vibe of the place was pleasing to you, casual and a little funky, while the two of you gazed around the restaurant, scanning the walls at the millions of vintage posters and memorabilia from the sixties and seventies. The entire place exuded causal friendliness, laid back and relaxed, which was wonderful; until you saw your waitress.

Sandy- as her name tag read, propped right on the neckline of her plunging shirt, breasts pushed up and the yellow, gaudy name tag rested half on the exposed skin. She made sure to greet Eddie with an extra wide smile, which he returned. She took your drink orders, but not before telling him his hair was "sick, like Slash" and sashaying away, little jean shorts riding up with every step. Eddie was elated at the compliment, making a joke about his bass playing skills to you, only to be met with your pursed lips, unimpressed stare.

The entire meal got worse, you shot daggers at Sandy every time she came to check on you, rolling your eyes and snapping your order. You knew you were being mean, territorial, but how could you not be?

Eddie tried to talk to you, sweet coaxing and gentle chatter that you returned with an upturned nose and a huff. Eddie ground his teeth, eyes rolling at the change in demeanor.

It wasn't until Sandy returned with the bill, dipping down low to place it in front of Eddie, hand on his shoulder and breasts practically in his face, purring at him to, "Take it easy, and drive safe." that you'd had enough. Eddie's eyes lingered to her chest, gawking slightly before blushing red. Your mouth fell open, jaw dropping in shock and anger, furiously kicking him under the table, sandaled feet knocking into his shin.

"Ow," Eddie hissed, eyes cutting to yours. "What was that for?"

"You fucking pig, you know what that was for." You snapped, slamming your hands on the table as you climbed out of the booth, storming out of the restaurant, bell shrilling over the glass door when you stomped towards the van.

Eddie blushed a deep crimson, embarrassed heat spreading from his neck to his cheeks. He could feel the stares of the other patrons, wide eyed and snickering. Eddie's hands shook when he reached into his wallet, placing the bills on the table before walking out quickly, head held low.

"Man, I'd never let my girl act like that." Some guy muttered under his breath when Eddie passed, his friends sneering in agreement. Eddie let his curls fall in front of his face, curtaining his humiliated blush.

You stood by the car, arms crossed and stomping your foot when he started towards you. "Hurry up and unlock the van." You snapped.

"The fuck was what?" Eddie asked, throwing his hands out. "What's your problem, huh?"

"Oh, don't start this shit with me, Eddie." You huffed, hand grabbing the van's handle roughly, tugging it while it remained closed. You knew it drove Eddie wild when you did that, the reprimanding threat to "knock it off" before the handle fell off. You smirked, yanking even harder, while he shoved his key in the door.

"Hey," Eddie snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you from over the window of the van, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

You huffed, feeling the doors click open before you ripped the door open, plopping into the passenger side. You and Eddie slammed the door equally hard, glaring at each other while he started the car.

"What's the matter?" Eddie sighed, tipping his head back to lean against the seat, tired and bored. You snarled.

"Oh, like you don't know." You snapped, shoving your seatbelt on with a furious click. "I don't mean to ruin your time with your little girlfriend in there."

Eddie gawked, wide eyed in disbelief. "Are-Are you being fuckin' serious right now-"

"-Yeah, Eddie I am!" You roared, throwing your hands out towards the restaurant. "You two were eye fucking in there the entire time, and you thought I wouldn't notice?"

Eddie's eyes cut to the building, seeing the eyes of the patrons watching him in amusement, lined against the booths by the window enjoying the show the two of you were providing for them. Eddie growled, throwing the van into reverse, pulling out of the gravel parking lot furiously, speeding down the backroads back to Hawkins.

You continued to berate him, snippy comments, mean and full of venom shooting back at him, shrill and accusing while he tried to remain calm.

Eddie took a deep breath in. "Baby, I wasn't looking at her, I swear!"

That led you to go nuclear, off the handle, shrilling your accusations with wide eyes towards him, popping his bubble of calmness.

"Her tits were right in my face, what did you expect?" Eddie threw his hands up. "I didn't mean to look at them, they-they were just right fucking there!"

"Yeah, because you'd been giving her signals the whole time, you piece of shit!" You screamed, shoving him angrily on the shoulder. "You'd been checking her out the entire fucking time, no wonder she thought she could put her tits in your face! I'm surprised you didn't shove your face in them right there! Sure seemed like you wanted to, you asshole!"

"Alright, hey," Eddie barked, eyes hard and angry when they flashed at you. "Stop it. I wasn't looking at her. I was just trying to be nice because she was nice to me-"

"-Of course she was nice to you, Eddie, she wanted to fuck you!" You screamed, throwing your hands out wildly around you.

"Well, I didn't want to fuck her, Jesus Christ!" Eddie screamed back, hitting the steering wheel angrily. "I was being polite!"

"Polite? Polite?" You challenged, turning in your seat to glared at him. "Fine, I'll start being polite too, how 'bout that?" You sneered. You saw his jaw tick, knuckles whitening. "I'll start being so nice and polite to every guy who talks to me at your shows, ok? I'll let them buy me drinks and touch all over me, how's that sound? Hm?-"

"-Stop-"

"-And you can't get mad at me because I'm just being so polite, right? So no big deal?" You sneered sarcastically. You could see him bubbling over with anger, fuming with every condescending threat that left your sharp tongue.

"I'm warning you right now to stop." Eddie turned to you, finger raised nearly touching your nose. "You better quit right fucking now. Knock it off." You smacked his finger away.

"Or what?" You challenged, eyes narrowed and fists clenched in anger. "What the fuck are you gonna do, huh?"

"I'll pull this van over right now and spank you right there on the side of the road." Eddie threatened, eyes flashing to yours seriously. You felt your stomach drop, tingling with familiar warmth at the threat. "That what you want, huh? Keep acting like a little brat, and I'll treat you like one."

You squirmed in your seat, the threat making you subdued a little, clenching your thighs at the threat. You watched him, jaw set and hoping the lingering threat would mellow you out, get you to talk rationally and calm down. Your mind flashed, the image of Sandy's hand on Eddie's shoulder, red manicured nails that you knew he loved clenched on his shoulder. Fist balled and anger flaring up, reigniting furiously in your chest, waves of jealousy and anger filling your bloodstream over again.

Your jaw ticked, lips twisting and rolling, eyes narrowing at him challengingly, venomous. "Oh, I'm sure, Mr. Big Talk." You scoffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes flippantly. "You're not gonna do anything because you're such a little bitch." You spat, his head snapping to yours. Eddie's mouth gaped, eyes wide and a little hurt, shocked at your verbiage, mean and calculated to make him riled up.

You bit back a smirk, satisfied with his hurt reaction. "You're all talk. I'm sure that's why you couldn't seal the deal with Penny Baker in there, right? She knew you're such a little-"

The van's brakes squealed to a stop, leaving you lurching forward, stopped by the harsh material of your seatbelt digging into your chest and waist. Eddie's eyes were narrowed on you, jaw ticked when he looked around, reversing back down the winding street into an abandoned parking lot, nestled behind the trees and forestry that lined the backroads.

Your stomach dropped suddenly, shrinking into your seat when you saw him pull around the decomposed shack that read Mel's in peeling paint. The ivy covering and climbing the boarded windows and crumbling structure of the building told you that it had been abandoned for a while. Unfortunate for you, seeing as that meant no one would come by.

Eddie threw the van into park, jostling you with the halt, angrily grabbing the keys out and stomping out of the van. Slamming the door behind him so hard it shook you, vibrations rattling all the way to your seat. You watched Eddie through wide eyes, tracking every angry stomp of his boots on the crumbled gravel as he rounded the hood, tearing your door open with a harsh yank.

"Wait!" You yelped, batting his hands away when he went for your seatbelt.

Eddie's eyes flashed at you hard, domineering and mean. You gulped, tummy erupting in nerves at his look. You knew you'd pushed him too far.

"I warned you," Eddie snapped. "I told you if I had to pull this van over, I was gonna have your ass, and you just couldn't stop, could you?" He spat angrily, ringed hands reaching past you to undo your seat belt.

It whirred past your head, clicking into place above you, Eddie's hands on your wrists. "Ed, wait," You whined, pulling back into the seat out of his grasp. He gaped at you in disbelief, eyes flashing in a warning that had you whimpering. "Wait, 'm sorry, ok? 'm sorry. I-I'll be good." Your eyes rounded, voice pouty and whiny, pathetic and submissive, how he liked it.

Eddie scoffed. "Yeah, right. After how mean you were?" He challenged, shaking his head. "You're damn lucky I didn't belt you in that parking lot after you acted like such a little brat. Show everyone there how I handle my bad girl and keep you in line. You embarrassed me."

"You embarrassed me." You snapped, biting and angry. Even in the face of punishment, you could be such a brat. "It's your fault. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh? You didn't?" Eddie raised his brows, glare making you feel small and stupid. "You didn't act out in the restaurant? You weren't mean to me and the waitress? You didn't throw a little fit and left instead of using your big girl words to tell me what was wrong?" You shrunk under his gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the way he talked to you, a naughty little girl getting chastised and corrected so plainly.

"It's not-"

"-If I hear you say it's not your fault again, I'm going to gag you." Eddie warned. "I'll take those little panties off and shove them in your mouth so you can't say another stupid thing. I should be doing that anyways, since you don't know how to say anything nice." You whimpered at the threat, eyes already starting to burn with tears.

"Now, you get out here right now, and bend over. The longer you take, the longer I'm gonna spank you, understand?" Eddie warned, stepping back so you could step out.

You hesitated, looking at him with your saddest, roundest, pleading look, hoping to melt his hard demeanor and have him change his mind; or at least spank you in the back of the van, hidden from the potential of bypasses seeing you.

He didn't budge, jaw ticking when his head jerked to the side, motioning you out. "Now. I'm done waiting."

You stepped out on wobbly legs, carefully placing one foot on the ground then the other. You'd barely steadied yourself on the crumbled asphalt before Eddie grabbed you, spinning you around by your waist. You gasped when he yanked your dress up, tucking the end of the dress into the back of your neckline, securing it so it was out of the way, leaving you exposed in nothing but your panties.

Eddie's rough hands found the seam of your cotton panties, a high cut little thong that barely covered anything. He felt his cock throb, tightening even more in his pants at the sight, how delicious your ass looked in them, leaving his mouth salivating at the sight. He knew he should leave them on, they wouldn't do anything to stop the stinging hits of his belt that were to come, yet he slowly pulled them down, under the curve of your ass and down your thighs until they were a puddle by your ankles. He could see the small wet spot on the front, sticky and wet with fresh arousal.

Eddie smirked, tapping your calves to have you step out of them, reveling in the little whine you let out before bringing them to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before shoving them in his pocket. It made you clench, exposed skin covered in goosebumps. "Bend over. Grab the seat and arch that ass back, you know how I want you. Don't make me tell you again." Eddie barked, gruff and mean.

You whined, leaning forward at the hips until you reached the seat of the van, nails digging into the cracked and worn leather. Your arms stretched out in front of you when you wiggled back, a deep bow that left your ass up and presented to Eddie.

Eddie's hands cracked down on your ass twice, leaving you yelping in surprise, lifting up out of position. Eddie's calloused hand pressed down on the bare, small of your back, urging you back into position roughly.

"You know better." He warned, tutting in disappointment. "You know better than to keep those legs closed too."

You pouted, eyes already shining with tears when you bent back down, shuffling your feet apart until your legs were separated like Eddie wanted, back in a deep arch, hands out and grabbing the seat in front you. You could feel the cold breeze of the air gusting between your legs, shivering when it cooled and wrapped through your slick folds.

Eddie smirked, unfastening his thick, black leather belt out of his jeans, palming himself to adjust his hard length, uncomfortable behind his zipper. "You better stay bent over like that, you hear me?" Eddie warned, folding the belt over in his hands.

You nodded meekly. Eddie growled. Three thundering swats made you gasp, jumping and squirming under his heavy palm. Eddie's hand threaded through your hair, yanking your head back, scalp burning and screaming at the pain. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, sir." You babbled, lip wobbling, eyes pinched in a wince of pain. You throbbed furiously between your legs, feeling your slick on the inside of your thighs.

Eddie let your hair go, your head bobbing before bowing back down to look at the ground. You could see his heavy, black boots behind you, menacing and oozing authority. You clenched around nothing, trying to fight the urge to squirm, rub your thighs together for some friction.

Eddie sighed heavily, disappointed, your heart dropped. "I'm giving you twenty." He said, tapping the looped leather of the belt against your ass, rubbing the smooth material over your ass until you shivered. "And you're going to count every single one out loud. You mess up, I start over. You get out of position, I start over. Understand?"

You sniffled, clenching your eyes shut as you nodded. "Yes, sir." You mumbled, pouty and petulant, face blazing at the position.

You could hear the wind whistle through the trees, leaves shaking and branches rustling making you jump, back arching up before Eddie's hand walloped on your ass.

He huffed, a slow exhale out his nose. "Looks like we're gonna be here a while." He tsked, shaking his head at you. "You just don't want to behave today, hm?"

You whined. "I do, sir."

Eddie scoffed. "I'll believe it when I see it." He bit, readjusting the belt in his hand. He moved behind you, you could see his feet planted, apart and spread to the side so he could really lash you. Your tummy twisted in nerves, anticipation.

"You remember your safe word?" Eddie asked gently.

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. How he could still be caring and sweet, even when you had been anything but. "Yes, Ed," You whispered, looking over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his for the confirmation.

Eddie bit back a grin, rolling his tongue over his cheek instead, belt tapping in warning against your ass. "I'm gonna start." He warned. "Every single one, baby, or we start over."

You nodded, bending forward again. Your hands were clammy against the cool leather of the seat, feeling Eddie playfully tap the belt against your ass, mapping where his first strike would land.

Then you heard it, the swish of the air followed by a resounding clap! that sent you forward, stinging pain erupting in a thing strip across both globes of you ass.

You gasped, rocking forward, clenching your jaw and nails digging into the seat. "One." You grit, desperate to keep yourself in position, bent over and obedient.

Eddie grunted, arm pulling back before another stipe was added to your reddened skin, just below the first one. You cried out with that hit, knees locking and wobbling at the hit. "Two!" You whined out, head tipped down to the concrete.

Eddie brought the belt down in two short successions, where the curve of your ass met your thighs. It nearly sent you tumbling, buckling on the ground. You shouted out both number counts with a cry, shuddering as the burning sensation set in. Eddie could see the wet tears on the concrete beneath you, where your head tipped down towards it.

You'd made it to double digits, twelve, and Eddie was impressed, truly. He figured you would've sobbed, fell to your knees and cried for him after the seventh hit, but you were nothing if not stubborn. Stubborn to please him or to prove yourself right, he wasn't sure.

The whirling of tires, fast and approaching sent you flying up, wide eyed and with a little gasp, seeing the black truck fly by on the main road through tear blurred vision.

Eddie tutted behind you, a heavy sigh full of disappointment. "And you were so close, baby." He pouted, mockingly. Your cheeks flared, turning around to face him, his eyes hard and arms crossed, belt hanging loosely in his hand. "You just had to go and break the rules didn't you?"

You shook your head furiously, head bouncing from the main road back to Eddie. "No, no, Ed, I-I thought someone was coming-"

Eddie lifted his hand, cutting off your blubbering. "And I thought I told you to stay bent over or we'd start over?" Eddie challenged.

You gaped, wide eyed and shocked. Eddie shrugged, shaking his head at you. "Guess we're back to one, hm?" He jeered, nodding towards the passenger seat. "Bend back over."

You were baffled, stammering and pleading on his deaf ears. "Ed, that-that's not fair-"

"Excuse me?" Eddie snapped, taking a step towards you. "Did you seriously just say that to me?"

You clamped you mouth shut, eyes shining with tears up at him. His cock throbbed at how pitiful you looked, desperate and begging. "My rules were clear and you broke them. I told you what would happen if you did, and you still broke them, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

You opened your mouth, a whiny excuse on the tip of your tongue, silenced by Eddie's ringed hand gripping your jaw. "Didn't you?" He asked darkly.

You pouted, huffing at his harshness, tears blinking your eyes when you nodded. Eddie's fingers dug into your jaw making you whine, a warning look that had you fighting back an eye roll. "Yes, sir." You muttered.

Eddie released your jaw with a small shake of your head, stepping back behind you. "Bend over. Grab that chair, and I better hear you count loud and clear." He instructed.

You bowed back over, sniffling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment. Eddie was being so mean, so unfair. You were furious that it made you throb and drench the way it did.

Eddie's hits were lighter this time, but still unforgiving. Still left you crying and squirming, blubbering through tears and blurred vision while he wrecked your ass.

"What was that?" Eddie asked, tipping his head towards you mockingly. "Do we need to start over?" He threatened.

"No!" You wailed, sobbing at the threat, tears and snot running down your face, pooling at the tip of your nose and falling onto the asphalt. "Fif-Fifteen." You whimpered, knees bouncing as if it might ease the burn and sting.

Eddie hummed, taking mercy on you, only for a moment before he tapped the leather belt back against your reddened ass, arm rearing back before walloping against your skin.

Your knees buckled, crying out in pain. Cries and emotions bubbled deep in your chest, spilling over and out of you through racked sobs, shuddering your shoulders and down your spine. "Sixteen!" You whined, high pitched and desperate.

Eddie looked around, head craning towards the road. He knew no one would come back here, couldn't see them from the main road, but he couldn't stop checking.

Eddie's ringed hand ran down your back, smirking when you arched into his touch. He sucked in a breath, palm smoothing over the warm, buzzing skin of your reddened ass, nails digging into the flesh to make you sob. "You ready to be a good girl now?" Eddie asked, smoothing a hand down the curve of your ass, moving dangerously close to your center.

"Gonna be my sweet girl again? Hm?" Eddie asked, moving his hand to your soaked center, two fingers swiping through your sopping folds.

You whined, breathy and needy, head tilting back in pleasure. Eddie leaned forward, resting his belt on your ass, free hand gripping your cheeks. "Hm? You gonna be good for me again? Be sweet like I know you can be?"

"Yes." You breathed out dreamily, tear stained cheeks nuzzling into his palm, eyes pinched close in pleasure, shifting your hips when he rubbed your clit, circling it lightly, teasing. Pleasure was building in your tummy, you were already so close from the belting alone.

Eddie pulled his hand away without warning, leaving you gasping and whining at the loss of touch. You started to move, but quickly readjusted your position under his warning gaze, lower lip jutting back at him. "Eddie, please..."

Eddie shook his head, picking up his belt. "You've still got four more, baby." He shrugged. You whined loudly, childishly, but you didn't care.

"Hey, you did this to yourself." Eddie warned. "But since you've taken your spankings so good, I'll do you a favor." Eddie grinned wolfishly, making your tummy flip and twist, thighs clenching.

"I'll do the last four quick, and we'll be done. Sound good?"

Your shoulders deflated at his offer. You were hoping he'd tell you he'd pardon you, exempt you from the last four and make you get on your knees instead, suck him off until he was spilling down your throat and your knees were bruised from the asphalt.

"No..." You fussed, lip wobbling and the familiar burn of a cry filling your throat and nose. You stomped your foot on the asphalt. "Eddie, please, just be done, please." You snapped.

Eddie's brows lifted, feigned, exaggerated shock. "Are you seriously still whining?" He asked. "And here I was thinking you'd learned your lesson. Hm, maybe I was being too easy on ya."

"No, you aren't. I just want to be done, please!" You whined, stomping your feet into the asphalt, huffy and furious. Your knees bounced, squirming and crying. "I just wanna be done-"

"You still have four more," Eddie said sternly. "And it seems like you need them, baby, look at you. So bratty still?"

"I'm not, Eddie!" You cried out, huffing furiously. "I just want to be done. You teased me, and now you're making me still take more, and-and it's not my fault-"

You cringed, mouth clamping quickly, hoping he didn't hear you. You couldn't see his expression from your bent over position, but Eddie's grasp on your hair, yanking you up again gave you the answer.

"What did I tell you?" Eddie hissed, his nose touching yours, eyes furious and blazing into yours. You whimpered, giving him the most pitifully submissive look you could muster, a last resort to try and soothe him, get you out of trouble.

It didn't.

Eddie yanked your panties out of his pocket, balling them up and holding them between his fingers with his free hand. "Open." He demanded. You shook your head.

Eddie growled, dropping his hand out of your hair, scalp comforted from he release for just a moment before he hand you pulled tight against his hip, hand thundering down on your already reddened, sensitive skin.

You yelped, cried, squirmed, and pushed against him as he spanked you, hand hard and cracking down on your irritated flesh, reigniting the sting and burn. Somehow, his hand was worse than the belt, hard and unrelenting, leaving you blubbering and sobbing.

"I'm done with your attitude, do you hear me?" Eddie snapped, grabbing your face in his hands, fingertips wet with your tears. You nodded, sniffling and muttering apologies. Eddie pulled the panties back out, the fabric brushing your lips. "Open."

You hesitated before opening, barely unhinging your jaw before your panties were lodged into your mouth, gagging around the intruding material that Eddie shoved in.

You looked ruined; tear stained face, swollen and snotty with your cries, mouth full and barely closing around your panties, hair messed from his harsh pulls on your scalp. Eddie swallowed thickly, his cock lurching and he could feel himself leaking into his boxers.

"I'm going to give you your last four, and I still expect you to count." Eddie warned, gruffly, his face so close to you, his breath ghosted over your wet cheeks.

You nodded, stumbling when Eddie let go of your waist, quickly bending back down into position. Chest heaving and sniffling when you bowed, wiggling your legs apart. Your jaw burned with the stretch of the foreign object in them, your panties getting damper and damper with every ounce of saliva that filled your mouth with the intrusion.

"Get ready." Eddie warned. "I'll still be nice to you and give them to you all at once."

Your shoulders relaxed slightly, thankful. You didn't know how much longer you could last with his teasing, keeping you further and further on edge.

Eddie huffed, hand cracking up on your right cheek, eyes training on the jiggle of your cheek and hip at the impact. "What do you say, huh?" Eddie grit, roaming your reddened cheeks, puffy pussy shining in between. "You forget your manners entirely?"

You shook your head. "Thwank ywou." You muttered around the panties, response muffled and slurred.

Eddie bit back a groan, tapping the belt on your ass instead. He looked around, scanning the road and the scenery around him, pulling his arm back, four blistering hits of the belt striping against your ass, darkening and marking the already reddened skin.

You wailed, dulled and whiny with sniffles, drool pooling out of the side of your mouth. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" spilled out of you, slurred and muted.

Your chest heaved, sobs overwhelming you entirely, the snot running down your nose and throat, tears stinging and blurring your vision. Your ass ached, horrible and throbbing pain that you wanted nothing more to soothe, but you knew Eddie would correct you.

"Good girl, such a good girl, aren't you?" Eddie hushed in a gruff tone, rubbing your back gently, signaling you to stand up.

You stood, crying freely in front of him when he turned you to face him. His own face softened, cooing pitifully at you, thumbs swiping the tears under your eyes. "Aw, my poor baby, look at you, huh?" He cooed, shaking his head. "You're gonna be so good for me now, huh? So good now?"

You nodded, trying to respond around the wet cotton of your panties, damp and heavy in your mouth. Eddie held his hand in front of your mouth, fishing the wet cotton out of your mouth, strings of drool tumbling out with it.

You sniffled, rolling your jaw to soothe the stretch and burn. Eddie cupped your jaw, massaging it lightly while he pulled you close by the waist, free hand rubbing over your flamed ass. "You gonna be my sweet girl again?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, hands soothing the burn in your skin.

You nodded, wiping at your eyes. "Yes." You croaked out, lip wobbling, a hard, wet sniffle making Eddie smirk.

"Oh, I hope so." Eddie's eyes glinted, dark and daring in the sunshine, rays catching the amber flecks in his irises making your heart soar. "I think we should talk more about it at home, don't you?"

"Yes, Eddie." You replied obediently, brain foggy. Your pussy throbbed, desperate and aching for his touch.

"Hm, good girl." Eddie pinched your tear stained cheek, lips brushing delicately, tasting the saltiness of your cheeks on his lips.

You curled into his touch, needy, like you always were after he punished you. Eddie pulled you close, hand rubbing down your bare back sweetly, pulling you back towards the van. You reached to untuck the dress from your neckline, when Eddie's hand closed around your wrist.

"Nuh-uh-uh, baby." Eddie shook his head. "You leave that up until we get home."

Your brows furrowed. "But-"

Eddie lifted his brows. "I need to make sure you're gonna be a good girl. Make sure you remember to behave." Eddie's hand rubbed down the hot skin of your ass for emphasis, making your squirm.

"You sit down and think about how mean you were. Want you to remember what happens to bad little brats when they don't act right, ok?" Eddie hummed sweetly, his words making you pouty and your head spin.

You nodded with a little sigh, climbing into the van and lowering gently onto the worn leather of the van seats. The cracks, splits, crumbs, and tears of the seat made you hiss, lifting up gently with a whine. It rubbed uncomfortably against your cheeks, reigniting the furious burn with every scratch and knead against the skin.

Eddie started the van, eyes cutting over to you with a small coo. He squished your cheeks between his hands, laughing at the pout of your lips, how small and pathetic you looked. "Look at you," He laughed, a little teasing, just enough to get you blushing through wet sniffles.

You adjusted, moving to tuck your leg under your burning thighs, hoping to create a barrier between the burn of your skin and the rough leather, but Eddie stopped you. "Ah-ah," He lifted a finger, voice in a mocking coo that had your chest bubbling with embarrassment. "You won't learn you lesson that way, will ya?" He grinned, malicious, salacious. Your lips pressed together. "You sit all the way down, and you think about what you've done, ok?"

You huffed lightly, giving him a pleading look that he ignored. "Please? It hurts, Eddie."

"Oh, I know," Eddie mocked, mimicking your whine with an exaggerated pout that had you biting back a snarl, tears raising higher and higher into your chest, burning even as you took a deep breath to push them down. "That's the point, sweetheart." He quipped.

You did huff this time, but let yourself slide back onto the seat gently, holding back a wince to keep from giving him the satisfaction. "You said you were gonna be good, right?" Eddie asked, putting the car into drive as he started, the gravel mixed with the already choppy shake of the van beginning to irritate your skin further, making your squirm in your seat.

"Yes," You sighed, pathetic and desperate, looking at him mopey eyes that usually turned him to mush. You could see his bulge in his jeans, hoping if you could get him to believe you were sorry and complacent, he'd quit the mean guy games and finally let you cum.

"I'll be good. I promise." You said meekly, placing your hand on his arm, rubbing the veiny, inked forearm gently, sweetly.

Eddie smiled, pretty and loving with deep dimples that made your heart race. For a second, you almost thought it worked; almost.

"I believe you." Eddie smiled, moving his arm back to hold your hand, fingers laced in his, thumb stroking the soft skin. "But every time you lift up off that seat, I'm gonna add a stroke of the cane when we get home."

Your heart dropped, hand tensing under his grasp. He'd said it so nicely, sugar coated words that had you confused, reeling at the meaning behind them. Your wide eyed gaze met his, swallowing the lump in your throat when he winked back at you, devilishly.

"But you're a good girl right? So nothing to worry about, baby." Eddie smirked, one hand on the wheel, a slow cruise down the backroads towards Hawkins. His other hand holding yours, so he could feel every time you squirmed, pressing into his hand to move when the cracked leather grazed your sore skin.

He doled out three strokes of the cane when you got to his trailer, before he finally fucked you, hard and deep into the mattress, grunting in your ear about how you were his one and only girl.

[titaniasfairy]

can we please get a little something about soap and his puppy!girlfriend while she’s in heat??? she’s whining and begging to be fucked for a little relief and johnny is happy to oblige <3 maybe with a hint of breeding kink too?? 🫣

YES I CANNNNN

18+ MDNI

if you don’t like the content, don’t read it. i’m not going to put up with people in my inbox complaining about the media they choose to consume

cw: somno/dub-con, breeding kink, mean-ish!johnny, puppy!reader, afab reader

with the early rising of the sun, you’re rudely awaken by the overwhelming feeling of arousal flooding your panties and sending jittery butterflies to your tummy.

your thighs clench, trying to satisfy you of your newfound desire that comes to you every month. next to you is your poor owner, fast asleep on the other side of the bed.

you don’t want to disturb the scot, but it’s nearly impossible when your own body is betraying you by sending filthy thoughts to your head.

turning over, you see him fast asleep only in his boxers with the thin sheet covering his lower half. it would be cruel of you to wake him up.

so you don’t.

slowly removing the bedsheet from over your lover, you climb on top of him, your panty-clad cunt sat perfectly on his clothed bulge. you begin to grind on the man, rutting your hips against his semi-hard cock while your tail whips back and forth behind you eagerly.

instinctively, you bend forward to nuzzle your face into the crook of johnny’s neck, inhaling his scent and listening to his breathing while you continue to grind your clit on his still-sleeping form.

after a few moments you begin to whine out, the ever so often brushing of your clit against him not being enough for your needy cunt. your hands begin to run up and down johnny’s chest, fingers flicking his sensitive nipples that harden from the cold morning air.

you start grinding harder onto him, ass moving forward and backward on johnny’s boxers as his breathing begins to pick up and his cock begins to harden under you.

“steamin’ jesus, pup. what’re ya doin’?”

his eyes open to see your mostly-naked body, tits out and pussy covered in your now soaked pretty panties grinding on his cock. the sight makes him moan out and let out a gaelic curse under you.

“m’sorry, johnny! just needed you so badly..”

johnny’s arms wrap around you to assist you in fucking yourself on his bulge. his pretty cerulean eyes stare into your needy ones.

“i know puppy.. i know what time it is f’ya.”

he always keeps track of your cycles and knows what days exactly you’re expected to go into heat, but this time your heat came a day early.

“please, johnny, please take care of me.”

johnny kisses your forehead and rubs your fluffy ears before pulling down his boxers and releasing his painfully hard cock, tip furiously red and throbbing while you eagerly rid yourself of your soiled panties.

“c’mon, pup, let me fucked that cunt dumb f’ya.”

you’re practically dripping as johnny lines his tip with your entrance, when without warning, johnny thrusts his hard cock into your tight gummy walls.

you moan out into the sunlit bedroom, tears welling up in your eyes as johnny begins to fuck into your cunt, rough hands on your hips and his pelvis smacking into yours.

“what a fuckin’ slag, waking me up n’the mornin’ just to get her pussy ruined and filled by her owner.”

“fuck! yes please-”

“yeah? you wanna get bred by your owner, pup? dirty bitch.”

safe to say johnny did not go into work that day, rather spending his time draining his balls into your tight holes instead <3

ty for the ask <3

[candyrockpop]

Drunk WH characters x Reader

Every character drunk x GN!reader (minus home, of course.)

TW/CW: Mentions of alcohol, arguing(not specific, just a mention), kisses, and drunk shenanigans

Enjoy!

Wally Darling

🍎I think Wally would be...not hard to get drunk, but it would take a good number of drinks.

🍎When he does get drunk though? He is clingy and he is HUNGRY.

🍎Probably ask you to hold him and eat over your shoulder if food is nearby.

🍎Would absolutely not let you go, you have to give him affection!

🍎"Wally, can you let go now?" "No. Cuddles."

🍎You would have to bring him to Home, and spend the night as he will hang onto you like a koala.

Poppy Partridge

🪅You would end up going up to her to see if she was drunk or not.

🪅She would just be watching everyone with a goofy smile.

🪅If you ask her if she's okay, she would just start telling old stories about the neighborhood, even embarrassing ones.

🪅"Oh yes, one time Julie ate one of Barnabys hotdogs and nearly cried because it was spicy! I was so worried!"

🪅She would eventually wrap you in her wings, just holding you. It's pretty warm, actually.

🪅You'd have to bring her home, since she was pretty tipsy.

🪅She thanks you the next morning and apologizes.

Julie Joyful

💐One drink of something a little too strong and she is a goner.

💐She would end up dancing with Sally.

💐Only after she and a drunken Barnaby argue over what song to put on–

💐Eventually She'll have the idea to try and climb Howdy, who just trips under her added weight.

💐When you go to collect her, she presses kisses all over your face.

💐On the way to her house, she somehow ends up stuck in a tree?

💐Like how? You get her down and home and the next day she thanks you and keeps you company the rest of the day.

Howdy Pillar

🐛Somehow, this man is even more clumsy than Eddie is on a bad day.

🐛Like, I'm talking tripping over air and running into everything.

🐛It's okay, he doesn't care if that big, happy grin on his face is any indication, especially when he finally stumbles(falls) into you.

🐛You have to force him to sit down since he just wants to give you hugs but keeps falling when he tries to pick you up.

🐛He will wrap you in all of his arms and lay his head on yours.

🐛That dopey, lovesick smile on his face is everything, even if he's drunk.

🐛Eventually you talk(bribe) him into letting you go with kisses.

🐛You literally drag him home since he is a walking disaster. (He sports several scrapes and cuts the next day, and asks what happened.)

Barnaby Beagle

🌭"Me? Drunk? Absolutely."

🌭He is aware he is drunk, but he doesn't mind since he knows he's safe.

🌭For a little while he's causing chaos. Chasing squirrels, tackling neighbors attempting to chase squirrels, eating half the snack table...

🌭When he gets tired though? He will find you.

🌭And he will sleep on you with his head in your lap.

🌭Before he falls asleep though he is all over you.

🌭Nuzzling you, licking your hair, kissing your cheeks, cuddling into your lap...

🌭He ends up trapping you there for the night, and you hope it doesn't rain...

Sally Starlet

🌟She is dancing for hours. She doesn't care what the song is, she is dancing.

🌟She will drag everyone to dance, including you.

🌟She is causing chaos, too. Aka, trying to ride Barnaby like a horse, and climb Poppy like a mountain.

🌟You do have to pull her off, but then she just plops where she is and starts telling dramatic stories.

🌟You make sure to write down any ideas she has so she can see them later.

🌟"And then, a second dragon swoops in just as the hero makes a move to slay the first one. And starts fighting the other dragon!" *furiously writes as she talks 🖋*

🌟You end up going to your house since hers was a bit of a mess

🌟She ends up loving the ideas drunk her came up with, and presses happy kisses all over your hands and cheeks, and one to your lips.

Eddie Dear

✉He's more clumsy than normal, like please keep him away from the tables, he keeps running into them!

✉Ran into you running from a chaotic Julie and knocks you both over.

✉He smiles and you both just kinda lay there.

✉He will listen to you if you start talking, and will randomly start motivating you.

✉With words and with his love.

✉Like, this man is pressing kisses to your knuckles, palm, lips, cheeks, forehead, lips again-

✉When you go to walk him back to the post office?

✉He forgets to open the door, runs into it, and knocks himself out. (It's okay, you carried him inside!)

Frank Frankly

📚This man a perfect mix of reckless and clean freak.

🦋Like, he will start cleaning obsessively, then make a mess moments later trying to chase a moth he thought was a butterfly.

📚Of course he doesn't make it far, either you grab him or he trips, either way you caught him.

🦋He keeps trying to chase "butterflies"

📚Eventually harassed Howdy about turning into a butterfly.

🦋Pretty soon after he clocks out and passes out on the grass.

📚You carry him home, or drag him, and get him in his bed. You stay to ensure he doesn't make up and try to do something stupid.

🦋He wakes up the next morning and remembers absolutely nothing, but is very embarrassed when you tell him.

Alright, I hope you enjoyed! This was requested and I hope you don't mind I did headcanons. Let me know if you want anything else, my ask box is open. Also, finals are done and school is out! (Ignore any and all spelling mistakes-)

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

The Morning After

Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx

A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.

A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.

Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.

She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.

"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.

"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.

"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."

Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.

"Last week was a lot, baby."

She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.

"Advil?"

"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.

"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"

She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."

"What do you mean?"

"I was… drunk. In another sphere."

Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.

"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"

Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.

"Hey, I love you."

She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.

"I love you, babe."

He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.

Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.

"What?"

"I love you, but that beard has to go."

He grins.

"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."

She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.

"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.

"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.

Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.

"Hey, Trav."

"Mhm?"

"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"

Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.

"You did."

"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.

[fandoms--fluff]

Nightmare

Part 2

Kid!Fem!Reader x Damon!Salvatore x Stefan!Salvatore

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of boobs, mentions of sex, blood ig

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It's 2:30am and your thrashing around in your bed, crying. Your dreaming about some time in the early 1890's when you were kidnapped by a vampire hunter, he was torturing you. He was using vervain ropes to tie you up and stab wood through you, getting closer to your heart every time. You did eventually get away but the dream is recapping every part of the torture that happened.

At some point you started to scream. Katherine came running in as fast as she could since the room she's staying in is right next to yours.

"Hey, hey, hey y/n wake up" she said, shaking you.

Once you woke up and saw Katherine sitting at the edge of the bed beside you, you jumped into her arms. Your head resting on her shoulder, crying your eyes out.

"Were you having a bad dream, hun?" Katherine asked rubbing your back.

You nodded feverishly. "You want to talk about it?"

"Wan' Stefy and Damy" you whined and then nuzzled your head into her chest.

Without much thought and because your tired, you started to trace the curves of her boobs from the cleavage of her top. Katherine looked at you and smiled, holding back a laugh. She stood up and started walking to Stefan's room with you in her grasp, continuing the movements of tracing her breasts.

You guys finally got to Stefan's room and right as she was about to turn the doorknob she heard noises of him and Elena having sex.

"Okay, how about we go see Damon instead" Katherine looked to where now you started to suck on your index and middle fingers.

She just decided to let that be Damon's problem, knowing there was a high chance of you biting her fingers. Now she was heading to Damon's room and opened the bed, going inside.

Katherine went over to his bed and placed you on it, making sure you couldn't fall off before waking him up.

"Damon!" All he did was just grunt and turn the other way. "Damon wake up! y/n had a nightmare" that woke him up and he sat up to see you and Katherine.

You rushed and climbed into Damon's lap, still crying. "I'll leave you two alone now" Katherine said while she left, going back to her room.

"What was your dream about y/n/n?" Damon asked, trying to pull your fingers out of your mouth.

You tried to bite him but stopped when he gave you a 'don't even think about it or else' look.

"Mean 'erson hur' me. Burn a wot and awmost kiwl me" you said with a sob.

Damon looked down at you with widened eyes, thinking you would've forgotten about that experience by now. "Oh bub, it's okay. I promise that will never happen to you again" Damon said, reassuring you.

You looked up at him and he wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs. "Pwomise?" You asked.

"I promise" He said and kissed your forehead.

Not so long after, you fell asleep Damon noticed Alaric leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Damon just rolled his eyes while Alaric walked in going over to him.

"That was cute and impressive" he said to Damon.

"Well she's my baby sister. Literally" Damon said nodding down to where you were now sucking your thumb, leaning against his chest.

Damon laid down with you still laying on his chest, pulling a blanket up. “So are you just going to stand there and stare at us sleeping?” Damon said while closing his eyes. 

 Alaric softly smiled again then left, closing the door on his way out, going back to bed.

In the morning (later)

Every one is now  awake and downstairs, Bonnie and Elena making breakfast. At first Tyler was helping but then got kicked out after almost starting a fire on the counter somehow. Stefan was sitting on one of the couches with a mug of coffee and realized that it was way too quiet.

“Hey where’s Damon?” To Stefan’s question everyone looked around the room, not seeing him. 

Katherine just chuckled and everyone turned their heads towards her suspiciously. “What?” She asked.

“What did you do?” Stefan started to walk over to her.

“She didn’t do anything.” “Yeah, listen to Mister history teacher over there” Katherine said with a smirk. 

“Just go to his room and you’ll see why, it’s cute” Stefan listened to her and sped up to Damon’s room. 

“It is never a good sign when you say something is cute” Elena said walking over and sitting on the couch opposite from her, with a plate of the food her and Bonnie just finished.

“If you don’t believe me just wait until the three of them come down here” She said back to Elena.

“Three? Is y/n with Damon?” Tyler asked and Katherine just nodded.

Soon Stefan and Damon came down the stairs with you in Damon’s arms, leaning on his shoulder, still half asleep. 

“Was she with you the whole night?” Stefan asked as Damon sat down next to Bonnie.

“Yup, she had a nightmare, Katherine brought her to my room at like two in the morning, crying” He said, starting to play with your hair.

“Wait was y/n crying or was Katherine?” Jeremy asked confused, while grabbing some of the food.

“y/n” Katherine said glaring at him. 

You looked up, hearing your name being said, rubbing your eyes with closed fists cutely. You then were staring at some fruit on Bonnies plate. “Do you want a piece of pineapple?” Bonnie asked you.

You nodded your head and bonnie handed you a piece, you started to chew it and after a couple seconds brought your hands up and spat it out into them. Making a disgusted facial expression. Damon immediately carried you over to the sink in the kitchen to wash your hands, getting all the chewed up pineapple off. He also grabbed a paper towel to wipe your chin.

“Alright you don’t like pineapple, noted” Damon said and walked back into the room where everyone else is, everyone now finished their food. “Down p’ease” You mumbled.

He set you down and you went over to Elena, making grabby hand motions. Elena smiled and picked you up, setting you on her lap. Damon sat down, looking offended because you picked you’d rather go to Elena than stay with him.

You turned to face her and saw her necklace. You reached a hand out and touched the necklace but then quickly took back your hand, burned by vervain. Your eyes started to water and Elena pulled you into a hug and started to rub your back. 

“I’m sorry” Elena whispered.

You rested your head on her shoulder and started to trace the curve of her boobs showing. Everyone started staring at what your doing and Elena looked confused before Stefan came over lifting you up, placing you on his hip.

You looked at him with a pout on your face. “Where did you even- why?” Stefan asked while Caroline chuckled at what you just did. 

“Hmmmm I wonder where?” Katherine said smirking at Stefan then Elena. 

“What are you talking about?” Elena asked.

“The fact that last night she started to do that exact same thing to me last night and then when I got to your room you guys were having sex. Also just the fact that she’s related to Damon” Katherine said and you started to kick Stefan to let you down.

Everyone stared shocked at the couple while Stefan let you down. “What did I say about the kicking yesterday?” Stefan said crouched down to your level.

“yes kicking” You said with a smile and ran over to Alaric, clinging to his legs.

“I’m pretty sure that won’t sink into her mind anytime soon” Caroline said and went over to you lifting you up from where you were holding on for dear life to Alaric’s legs.

“Wow she has a strong grip” He said, surprised. 

When Caroline sat back down you started to play with her hair and brought it up to your nose to sniff it. “Smell ‘ood” you said looking up at her.

“I think she likes your hair” Tyler said.

“Don’t be a smart ass” Bonnie said to him.

“ass!” You exclaimed, excitedly.

“No, remember what I said yesterday if you said a bad word?” Stefan said, looking at you. 

Again Jeremy and Tyler were laughing, not helping at all. You look confused at Stefan’s question, your head laid down against Caroline’s chest. 

“Well what I remember is that if you said a bad word you get time with a bar of soap in your mouth” Stefan said. 

“Okay. I no say bad word” You glumly answered your brother.

Meanwhile Elena got a text. “Guys, it’s Elijah. He said we need to meet up. Like now” Said Elena, standing up.

[the-iceni-bitch]

She’s Many Places

Relationship: amazon!lawyer Natasha Romanov x petite!curvy fem reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL AU)

Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: You love when Nat comes home.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (titty worship, petting, teasing, f/f sex, mentions of f receiving oral sex), good natured teasing about sugar mommy/baby relationship even though that’s not what they have, so much fluff, age gap relationship, an offended kitten, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Some sapphic fluff for pride (yes I know it’s not still Pride, but that’s a technicality) and oh my god I love these two. They’re so sweet together and playful and they give me the heart eyes 😍

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Natasha hummed to herself as she shook the rain off her umbrella, grabbing the mail out of the box and taking one last look at the gray sky before walking into the brownstone.

“Baby?” She took off her coat and kicked off her pumps, unpinning her hair as she moved down the hall while Gus wound between her legs. “Peach, are you here?”

“I’m in the living room!” You beamed at her over the top of your book. “Is it still raining?”

“Yeah, it’s gloomy.” She scooped up the kitten and sank next to you on the couch, kissing your cheek before resting her head on your lap. “And work was long. How do you feel about ordering in?”

“I feel fantastic about it.” You ran your fingers through her hair while she pulled out her phone to order something. “I want pasta.”

“Pasta?” She kissed your fingers after you poked her nose affectionately. “We can do pasta. With garlic bread. Split a tiramisu?”

“Mmhm.”

These soft domestic moments were everything with Nat. It was like every moment the two of you spent together just being close made you fall in love with each other even more. Saturdays at the farmers market always left you smiling when she would buy you flowers and you would share fresh blueberry scones. Sunday mornings in bed together where you made her pancakes and the two of you ate in bed and did the crossword while the kitten napped in a sunbeam would set her heart fluttering. And every time it got rainy and gloomy outside when the two of you would just cuddle were perfect.

“Hey peach?” Nat beamed up at you when you peeked down at her, turning and wrapping her arms around you so she could nuzzle into your stomach. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, Nat.” You giggled when she kissed your tummy, trying not to squirm when she pinched your side and tickled you a little. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself, wait a minute.” She scoffed when she pulled the blanket aside and saw what you were wearing, sitting up and pulling you into her lap while you squealed. “This is my sweatshirt!”

“It’s so comfy!” You laughed when she growled playfully and bit your neck, wiggling in her arms and gasping when she gave you a hickey. “Natasha!”

“What? It’s not like you have to go to the office.” She kissed the mark before pulling the collar of her sweatshirt aside to make another on your collarbone. “Bucky and his beefcake say hi, by the way.”

“My boys! I do miss them.” You tried to stay focused when she started kneading your ass but it wasn’t working. “I am enjoying my life as a sugar baby though.”

“Of course you are.” Nat purred when she edged her fingers under the edge of her sweatshirt and found you were only wearing panties. “Don’t even have to wear your own clothes, get to cuddle the kitten all day, and your pretty little pussy gets all the attention it deserves.”

“Wait, let me mark my page!” You screamed and laughed when she flung you down on the couch and climbed on top of you, your face heating up while the kitten ran off after screaming at the two of you for disturbing him. “Sorry Gus!”

“Gus will be fine.” Natasha grinned as she straddled your hips, her pencil skirt rising up her thighs until you could see the tops of her stockings while she tapped her finger against her plump bottom lip. God, she was hot, you still couldn’t believe she was in love with you sometimes. “Now, the food isn’t going to be here for twenty minutes, should I suck on your tits the whole time or just until your little pussy is all hot and wet then eat you out until you scream for me?”

“Well, I’m already wet.” You bit your lip and arched your back so the sweatshirt started to ride up your tummy, gasping when she reached between the two of you to rub your pussy through your panties. “Feel?”

“Yeah, I feel.” She started petting you while she leaned down to kiss your neck, tutting when you started to take off her sweatshirt. “That stays on. You wear my clothes, you get fucked in my clothes, new rule.”

“Okay.” You whined when she continued rubbing your cunt as she kissed her way down your chest. “You realize that’s not going to discourage me though?”

“It’s not supposed to, hush.” Nat winked at you before pushing her head under the sweatshirt and kissing the undersides of your breasts. “So soft.”

Natasha had never thought of herself as a tits man, but something about yours drove her fucking crazy. Maybe it was the way your pretty nipples would pebble as soon as her breath fanned over them, or when you shivered while she ran her nose along their soft curves. But she was pretty sure it was just because they were yours, and that you were so damn responsive when she paid any attention to them at all. So she started covering your chest with kisses, humming against your skin when you squirmed and whined for her.

Your eyes fluttered closed when she pulled as much of your breast into her mouth as she could and sucked softly, moaning as her tongue swirled around your nipple. She kneaded your other breast with her hand, smiling around your soft flesh when you arched your back to get even closer to her. When she felt you start to vibrate she bared her teeth, biting your nipple gently until you squealed.

“Natasha…” You laughed when she just grunted before kissing her way to your other breast. “One track mind.”

“Yep.” You could practically hear her smirking, but then she sucked on your nipple and pressed her fingers against your swollen clit through your panties and all you could do was whimper.

The rain kept pattering against the window as she worked you over like only she could, adding to the pleasant haze you were in while you gasped and sighed underneath her. She was so warm, so gentle with you. Her fingers kept stroking your pussy while she nibbled on your breast, rubbing your sensitive button until she heard your breath catch. All it took was a little pinch and you came with a squeak, your panties getting even more sticky as you gushed your release.

“Such a messy baby.” Nat ran her nose down your soft stomach slowly, her head slipping out from under her sweatshirt so she could grin at you. “You’re lucky I like it when all my furniture smells like you.”

“Oh my god, perv.” You giggled when she nipped at your hip before rubbing her nose over the gusset of your panties. “You’re such a dirty old lady.”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll spank you instead of licking your pussy.” She buried her face in your cunt and moaned even as she pinched your thigh in warning.

“Oh nooooooooo…” You yelped when she pulled back and swatted your pussy over your panties. “How terrible for me.”

“Oh… shut up.” Nat rolled her eyes before going back to work, taking the crotch of your panties between her teeth and growling mischievously when she started to drag them down your legs.

“Nat!” She didn’t stop when the doorbell rang, just grumbling as she kept dragging your underwear off like she was a riled up frat boy. “That’s the food!”

“But I’ve already got a warm, delicious meal right here.” Nat huffed when you poured at her, sitting up with your panties still in her mouth and giving you a show of sucking your juices out of them before she tossed them aside. “But I know you want your pasta.”

“Thank you.” You tugged the sweatshirt down to cover your hips and covered yourself with the blanket, clapping excitedly when you smelled the bolognese. “You’re the best sugar mommy ever.”

“You’re such a tease.” She pulled you into her lap after handing you your container, kissing your temple when you bit into your garlic bread. “I do love spoiling you, though, sweet little peach. So eat your pasta, and I’ll let you eat all the tiramisu while I have you for dessert.”

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between the Ropes… a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 14: I’d Do Anything For You

The following day, Rhea and Jey finally received the all-clear for her discharge from the hospital. The morning light filtered through the hospital windows as Jey listened intently to the nurse’s final instructions.

“Mrs. Adams’ medications are ready for pickup at the CVS near Mr. and Mrs. Fatu’s house,” the nurse said, handing him a packet. “Ensure she follows the dosage precisely. Watch for any signs of pain, fever, or excessive bleeding. If anything seems off, return immediately.”

Jey nodded, gripping the instructions tightly. With the press still lurking outside, their attorney, Julian, led them out through the south entrance. A black SUV waited, and Julian wheeled Rhea to the vehicle, carefully scanning for any photographers.

“Stay by the doors,” Julian instructed Jey. “I’ll make sure Rhea gets out safely first.”

Jey’s heart pounded as he watched Julian and Rhea disappear through the exit. He waited anxiously, his gaze fixed on the chaos outside. When Julian signaled that it was safe, Jey rushed to the SUV, sliding into the back seat just as a few photographers spotted them.

The SUV sped away from the hospital, with Rhea and Jey keeping their heads low to avoid the cameras. However no shots were taken as they managed to evade a full-blown media frenzy. Relief washed over Jey as they made their way to Jonathan and Trinity’s home.

Upon arrival, Jonathan and Trinity greeted them at the door. Jonathan took Jey’s luggage, while Trinity helped Rhea out of the car. Seeing Rhea in her weakened state, struggling with every step, tugged at Jey’s heartstrings. Her face was pale, and her movements were slow and labored.

“Let’s get you inside,” Trinity said gently, guiding Rhea into the house. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Rhea’s eyes lit up as they entered the living room. Her three dogs and one cat rushed forward, their joyful barks and meows filling the space. Despite her exhaustion, Rhea knelt slowly, tears welling up as her pets crowded around her, their affectionate nuzzles bringing her a moment of peace.

Trinity watched with a tender smile. “Jon and I explained to the police that you didn’t have family here and needed your clothes and pets. We managed to get them for you.”

Rhea, overcome with gratitude and emotion, managed to whisper, “Thank you… so much.”

Trinity helped Rhea up the stairs, guiding her carefully to the guest room. “I’ll send Jon to get your medications,” she said. “Are you hungry?”

Rhea shook her head weakly. “No, I just… I just want to rest.”

Trinity nodded, understanding her need for rest, and helped Rhea into bed. “Get some sleep. I’ll take care of everything else.”

Jey peeked into the room shortly after, his heart heavy seeing Rhea so fragile. Trinity left them alone, and Jey climbed into bed beside her, his movements gentle and cautious. “I’m here,” he whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

Rhea looked at him with tired eyes. “I… I need some space right now.”

Jey’s heart ached as he heard her words. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and then reached over to turn off the light. With a final, lingering glance at Rhea, he slipped out of the bed and quietly made his way downstairs.

As he settled in the living room, the weight of the everything settled heavily on him. He watched the clock, reflecting on the challenges ahead and the uncertain path to healing. For now, he took comfort in having Rhea home, surrounded by familiar comforts and her beloved pets, hoping that time and care would begin to mend the emotional and physical wounds they both carried.

Jey and Jonathan sat in the living room, the soft hum of the house almost mocking the gravity of their situation. The weight of recent events pressed down on them, filling the space with an unbearable heaviness. Trinity had retreated to bed, promising to check on Rhea, leaving the two brothers alone in their shared sorrow.

The silence between them was thick and unspoken, each man grappling with their own turmoil. After a few agonizing minutes, Jey finally broke the silence, his voice cracking with raw emotion. “Did they arrest him?”

Jonathan met his brother’s gaze, his own eyes heavy with the weight of what he had to say. “Yes. They arrested him.

Jey’s eyes, already brimming with tears, flared with a mixture of fury and devastation. “Good,” he said, his voice trembling. “I hope they lock him away forever. I hope he suffers.”

But the anger quickly gave way to a deep, uncontainable sorrow. Jey’s face crumpled, and the tears he’d been fighting back streamed down his cheeks. He clutched his chest, gasping for air as the enormity of their loss sank in. The pain was so intense it felt physical, a deep, wrenching agony that twisted inside him.

Jey’s sobs grew louder, more desperate, as if his cries could somehow alter the reality of what had happened. His shoulders shook violently, and he sank into himself, the weight of his grief making him feel small and fragile. His wails filled the room, raw and haunting, each cry a piercing lament for the life they’d lost.

Jonathan’s heart ached as he watched his brother unravel. He moved quickly, wrapping his arms around Jey, pulling him into a fierce, protective embrace. The two men huddled together, their bodies pressed close as if trying to merge their pain and find comfort in their shared grief.

Jey’s cries grew louder, a guttural sound of anguish that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul. “Why, God? Why did You have to take my baby?” he screamed, his voice breaking with each word. “Why did You let this happen? Why did You take away the one thing that mattered most?”

Jonathan held him tightly, his own tears falling freely now, mingling with Jey’s as he whispered soothingly. “I don’t know, Jey. I don’t know why this happened. I wish I could take away the pain. I wish there was something I could do.”

Jey’s cries seemed endless, each one a testament to the unbearable grief of losing a child. His hands clung to Jonathan’s shirt, as if trying to hold on to something solid amidst the overwhelming despair. He felt as though a part of him had been ripped away, leaving an empty void that could never be filled.

The minutes stretched into hours, and the night grew darker around them. The room was filled with the sound of Jey’s heart-wrenching sobs and Jonathan’s quiet attempts to comfort him. Their shared grief was a heavy blanket, wrapping around them both in a suffocating embrace. The intensity of Jey’s loss was palpable, a raw, aching void that words could not begin to describe.

As the night wore on, the two brothers remained entwined in Jey’s grief, Jey’s cries gradually fading into quiet sobs. The weight of his sorrow was immense, but in his twin’s embrace, Jey found a small measure of comfort. For now, the only thing they could hold onto was each other, and the hope that, in time, Jey might find a way to heal from the profound loss he experienced.

Rhea lay in the king bed, her body heavy with exhaustion and grief. The sounds of Jey’s anguished cries from downstairs pierced through the quiet of her room, each wail a gut-wrenching reminder of their shared loss. She wanted desperately to go to him, to offer some words of comfort, but the crushing weight of her own sorrow made her feel helpless.

As she tried to gather the strength to move, her cat, a gentle presence in her turmoil, climbed onto the bed and nestled close to her. Rhea felt the warmth of the small, comforting body and the soft purring that accompanied it. But instead of providing peace, it only deepened her sense of despair. The cat’s presence was a reminder of the emptiness she now felt without their child.

Tears streamed down Rhea’s face as she stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts and regrets. “Why am I here?” she whispered to the darkness around her. “Why did it have to be this hard?”

She couldn’t shake the memory of her confrontation with Matt, the sharp, painful reality of the choices that led to this point. All she had wanted was to tell him she didn’t love him anymore, to end their relationship and move on with Jey. But Matt’s violent reaction had shattered more than just her plans—it had shattered their future.

She sobbed quietly, her cries muffled by the pillow as she buried her face in it. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” she choked out between sobs. “It was just supposed to be a conversation. I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this.”

The room felt oppressive, closing in on her as she wrestled with her guilt and grief. She felt a deep sense of responsibility for the loss of their child, a burden that seemed almost too heavy to bear. The pain of knowing that her actions had contributed to the chain of events that led to their tragedy was overwhelming.

Rhea’s heart ached with the weight of her own regrets and the depth of her sorrow. She lay there, immobilized by her despair, feeling the crushing isolation of her grief. The world outside felt distant and unreachable, and the comfort she so desperately needed seemed just beyond her grasp.

She wished for a way to turn back time, to change the course of events and erase the pain. But all she could do was lie there, enveloped in her grief, while Jey’s cries continued to echo through the house, a haunting reminder of the life they had lost and the heartache that now defined their existence.

—

Thursday, September 19th.

Rhea stirred awake as tried to get comfortable. Glancing at her phone, she saw it was 6:21 a.m. The room was still and quiet, except for the rhythmic sound of Jey’s steady breathing. He lay beside her, seemingly at peace in his slumber, but she knew he was hurting just as much as she was.

She shifted slightly and felt a sharp cramp in her abdomen. The pain was a constant reminder of the trauma her body had endured. Trying to suppress a whimper, she glanced at the dresser where Jey had neatly labeled a few pill bottles—two for pain and one for infection. Her hands trembled as she reached for the bottle of pain pills that didn’t require food. Without hesitating, she dry swallowed the recommended dose, hoping for even a small reprieve from the discomfort.

Rhea walked carefully, careful not to wake Jey, and made her way to the door. Her steps were tentative as she navigated the unfamiliar room. She noticed three doors and, with some effort, discerned that one was slightly ajar. She approached it and realized it led to the bathroom. With a sigh of relief, she closed the door behind her and shuffled inside.

As she relieved herself, the pain intensified, and she noticed something alarming. When she wiped, there were blood clots on the tissue. Her heart sank at the sight, a painful reminder of the loss she was still struggling to accept. The doctor had mentioned the possibility of passing clots, but seeing them firsthand brought a new wave of anguish.

She opened the cabinet above the toilet and found pads. With trembling hands, she applied one, trying to manage the situation as best as she could. After washing her hands thoroughly and flushing away the evidence, she turned her attention back to her reflection.

Rhea placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a deep, aching emptiness. She lifted her shirt to inspect the bandage covering the incision. Gently, she pulled it back slightly and saw the small incision—about the size of her middle finger, but very slightly longer. It was a reminder of the surgical intervention she had undergone.

As she observed the incision, her emotions swirled. The physical pain and the sight of the bandage were a tangible representation of the emotional and physical toll she had endured. The incision was a silent witness to the immense loss and the challenge of recovering from such a profound tragedy. Rhea’s tears fell freely as she grappled with the reality of her situation. The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming, and the quiet of the early morning offered no ease.

Rhea quietly returned to the bedroom, her body heavy with exhaustion and her mind swirling in the remnants of grief. As she opened the door, she noticed Jey lying there, his eyes half-open, watching her with quiet concern.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice raw with tiredness, but laced with something deeper—worry.

She paused, surprised by the tenderness of the pet name. Closing the door softly behind her, she gave him a weak smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Didn’t know we hit the pet names already…”

Jey shifted in bed, sitting up slightly as she climbed in beside him. The moment she was close enough, he pulled her into his arms, holding her as though she might slip away if he didn’t. She felt his warmth surround her as her head found his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. For a second, just that simple sound was enough to make her feel safe.

“I think it’s long overdue,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against her hair, his lips lingering there.

Rhea didn’t respond. The words seemed to catch in her throat. She was so tired—emotionally, physically. It was as if everything around her was collapsing, and all she could do was lie still, hoping the weight of it all wouldn’t crush her.

She felt Jey’s chest rise and fall beneath her head, his heartbeat a steady reminder that he was here, with her. His hand ran gently up and down her back, offering silent comfort.

After a moment, his voice broke the quiet. “Maybe down the line… we can try again,” he said softly, almost as if afraid to say it out loud. “Maybe one day…”

The words stung. Rhea bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of emotions crashing over her. She couldn’t think about trying again—not now, not with this gaping wound still fresh. The thought of another baby was too much to bear. She didn’t want to cry anymore, but tears welled up in her eyes before she could stop them.

She didn’t respond. She just lay there, silent, her heart aching. Her grief felt like an ocean, and she was drowning in it. Jey’s words were like tiny lifeboats, but she wasn’t sure she could reach for them yet.

Sensing her silence, Jey gently lifted her chin with his finger, tilting her face to meet his. His eyes, red from exhaustion and grief, were filled with something deep—something raw. “Rhea… I love you,” he said, his voice trembling, but filled with conviction. “I need you to know that. I love you so damn much. I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”

His words cut through the haze of her grief, and she blinked up at him, tears spilling over despite her efforts to hold them back.

“I’ll never leave you,” Jey continued, his voice cracking with emotion. “Not now, not ever. I know in Portland… I pushed you. I was a coward. But I’ll never do that again. I swear to you, Rhea. I’m staying. No matter how hard it gets.”

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes pleading with her to understand. “We’ve lost so much… but I won’t lose you. I can’t.”

Rhea felt her heart shatter all over again. His words were breaking down the walls she had tried to build around her grief. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. A sob escaped her lips as she reached for him, clutching his shirt, her body shaking with the force of her emotions.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Jey,” she whispered through her tears, her voice trembling. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

Jey pulled her tighter against him, his own tears mixing with hers. “You don’t have to do it alone,” he whispered back. “We’ll do it together. I promise you.”

She wanted to believe him—wanted so desperately to believe that somehow, together, they could survive this. But the pain was so overwhelming, the grief so unbearable, that all she could do was cry. Her body was weak, her soul even weaker. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard. She had imagined a future with their child, a life that was now gone, stolen from them before it even had a chance to begin.

Jey kissed her forehead, then her tear-streaked cheeks, and finally her lips. The kiss was soft, tender, filled with all the love he couldn’t put into words. “I’ll never leave you,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

Rhea clung to him, their tears mingling as they held onto each other, as if their love was the only thing keeping them afloat in this sea of grief. In the darkness, in the stillness of the room, they found a sliver of hope in each other’s arms.

It wasn’t enough to erase the pain, but in that moment, it was all they had.

---

9:41 AM Thursday.

As Trinity flipped the last of the turkey bacon onto a plate, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps walking through the living room and without turning around, she called out, “Breakfast is ready, babe.”

But when she glanced over her shoulder, it wasn’t Jon, it was Rhea. Her movements were slow, but the fact that she was out of bed brought a small sense of relief to Trinity.

“Good morning,” Trinity greeted her warmly, trying to keep things light.

Rhea gave a weak smile. “Morning.”

Trinity, not one to pry too much, asked gently, “How are you feeling? Physically, I mean.”

Rhea sat down at the table with a sigh, her exhaustion still evident. “One day at a time, hey where are my babies?” she murmured, her voice soft but steady, concerned for animals.

“Oh I let them roam the backyard but your cat is crazy. The dang thing don’t wanna keep off my plants..” Trinity joked.

“Sorry I had to bombard you with them..” Rhea replied.

“Think of it as a fair trade, I get to see different animals instead of Jon and mine.. plus I think Tank and Marley really enjoy the company..” Trinity joked as she looked out to see the storm of dogs roam her backyard.

“Fair enough,” Rhea responded and Trinity turning back to the stove for a moment. “Want a plate?”

Rhea hesitated for just a second before nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

Trinity quickly brought over a plate and placed it in front of her, taking a seat across the table. The kitchen felt quieter than usual, but the silence between them was comfortable—filled with understanding rather than awkwardness.

As they both ate, Trinity decided to break the quiet with a gentle suggestion. “Would you like to do anything today?” she asked, keeping her tone light and open.

Rhea paused mid-chew, then shrugged. “I don’t know… I still feel like I’m imposing here.”

Trinity’s face softened with a reassuring smile. “You’re not imposing, Rhea. I get it… yes it is weird how quickly things changed but I love my husband and I stand by whatever he does. Look Rhea… how about we get your mind of things and start this relationship off right. How about we do something easy—maybe a barbecue?”

At the mention of BBQ, Rhea’s face brightened slightly, and she managed a genuine smile. “I do love BBQ,” she admitted, her voice a little brighter.

Trinity grinned back, happy to see Rhea light up, even if it was just for a moment. “Perfect! I’ll head out and grab some meat, and maybe you can help with the sides? Something easy, nothing too stressful.”

Rhea nodded, looking relieved to have a small task, something to focus on. “I can do that.”

Just as they were finishing up their breakfast, the garage door creaked open, and Jey and Jimmy walked into the kitchen. Jey’s face lit up when he saw Rhea. He immediately made his way over to her, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead. “Morning, babe,” he whispered.

Jimmy, ever the mirror image of his brother, followed suit, leaning down to kiss Trinity. “Morning,” he echoed with a grin.

Trinity chuckled at the synchronization, playfully shaking her head at the twins. “Y’all are ridiculous,” she teased.

Turning back to the room, Trinity explained the plans. “We’re thinking of doing a BBQ today. It’ll be low-key, just to get Rhea out of her head a bit.”

Jimmy smirked at Jey, “Uce, it’s your turn to clean the grill.”

Jey scoffed and shook his head. “Nah, I did the cooking and the cleaning last time. It’s your turn to actually do some work around here.

Jimmy held up his hands in mock protest. “Bro, I was supervising last time. Totally different.”

Trinity rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, well, whoever cleans it better do it fast because I’m about to head out for the groceries.”

As Jey and Jimmy bantered, Rhea leaned back in her chair, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. For the first time in what felt like forever, the lightness of normalcy began to creep back into the house. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A start.

—

Rhea sat at the vanity, carefully applying her eyeliner, the soft hum of The Great Gatsby playing in the background. The movie had become her strange form of comfort, a familiar backdrop to the emotional chaos she was navigating. Wrapped in her towel, she stared at her reflection, trying to pull herself together. Just for today, she needed to forget everything—her grief, her exhaustion, the overwhelming weight of reality—and just pretend like things were okay, even if they weren’t.

She sighed, memories of that lonely breakfast in the Portland hotel suite creeping into her mind. It felt like a lifetime ago now, yet the isolation and uncertainty still gnawed at her. With a small shake of her head, she brushed the thoughts away and reached for her mascara, focusing on the present moment.

Jey walked in quietly, moving with a kind of reverence as he approached her. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. Rhea looked up, meeting his gaze through the mirror, offering a small, grateful smile. She kissed him back briefly before he made his way to the duffle bag in the corner of the room.

As she rummaged through her makeup bag for lipstick, she heard him mention his plans. “I’m gonna get a haircut and go see my dad for a bit,” Jey said, pulling out some clothes. Rhea nodded in acknowledgment, still focused on her makeup, though the thought of him spending time with his dad made her heart feel a little warmer. She wasn’t a family destroyer …

Rhea found the soft pink lipstick she was searching for and began applying it when Jey’s voice interrupted her thoughts again. “Is that what you’re wearing?” he asked, eyeing her outfit laid out on the bed—a blue Polo shirt with a pink logo, black biker shorts, and pink platform Vans.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “What’s wrong with it?” she challenged, her voice light but curious.

Jey grinned, shaking his head. “Nothing. I’d love it if you wore my shirts all the time, though,” he said, crossing the room and giving her another kiss, this time on her temple.

Rhea rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips. “You’re such a dork,” she teased.

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug, heading toward the door. “One day I’ll take you to Foot Locker, get you some proper shoes to go with these Polos if you are going to be wearing them tho’. You’ll look even better.”

She couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head at him. “You and your sneaker obsession.”

Jey chuckled, giving her one last glance before stepping out. As the door closed behind him, Rhea stared at her reflection again, her smile fading slightly. The playful banter had momentarily lightened her heart, but the heaviness never really left. Still, she was grateful for these moments, for Jey’s love and the normalcy he was trying to bring back into their lives.

Rhea felt the familiar sharp pain grip her stomach, a wave of discomfort that made her wince. She could tell it was another blood clot, and the reminder of everything her body had been through sent a shiver of frustration through her. Standing up slowly, she walked over to the dresser, her eyes landing on the pain pill bottle. The warning, "NOT TO EXCEED TWO EVERY 24 HOURS," glared at her in bold letters. She’d already taken two that morning, but in her current state, she couldn’t care less about the instructions. With a resigned roll of her eyes, she shook out two more pills and swallowed them dry.

Dressing herself in the outfit she’d set aside, Rhea felt a small semblance of happiness return as the fabric brushed against her skin. She sighed, heading downstairs to the now empty kitchen. Jey was off getting his haircut, and Jon and Trinity had mentioned something about going to the grocery store. The house, usually filled with noise and conversation, felt eerily quiet.

Rhea opened the fridge, scanning the shelves for something that could work for the barbecue later. Trinity had told her there were healthy sides in the fridge, and as she looked around, she found some leftover turkey bacon, asparagus, bell peppers, and a medley of other vegetables. A small smile tugged at her lips as she muttered, "They really love their turkey bacon around here."

Deciding on her menu, she thought to herself: turkey bacon-wrapped asparagus, vegetable skewers, and turkey bacon jalapeño cream cheese poppers. Simple but satisfying.

Before she started, Rhea glanced around and noticed the stereo remote sitting on the counter, labeled with all kinds of buttons. She picked it up, scrolling through the controls until she spotted the Bluetooth option. A smirk formed on her lips as the idea of playing some music popped into her mind. It might help her get through the day, or at least through the cooking.

She connected her phone to the stereo, scrolling through her playlists until one caught her eye: “The Yeetman’s Jams,” a collection of over 500 songs Jey had sent her over time. It was a little tribute she’d made to all the tracks he loved, and it always brought a smile to her face.

Rhea hit shuffle, and soon enough, Alicia Keys’ You Don’t Know My Name filled the kitchen, the soulful tune drifting through the air. It was an odd juxtaposition—Rhea Ripley, the fierce, tattooed wrestler, cooking in a quiet kitchen with R&B serenading her. It wasn’t what most people would expect from her, but here she was, letting the soothing melody take her mind off things for just a little while.

She smiled to herself, humming softly as she began prepping the vegetables, letting the music guide her hands and her thoughts, if only for a brief escape. For a moment, it felt like she could breathe again.

—

After Jey finished his haircut, he drove Jon’s car to his father’s vacation home forty six minutes away in Titusville, Florida. The house, nestled among palm trees with the distant sound of waves crashing, seemed both inviting and imposing. Solofa stood outside, his presence a mix of authority and reassurance.

Jey parked the car and approached, feeling the crunch of gravel underfoot. Solofa greeted him with a firm handshake, followed by a long, heartfelt embrace. “Good to see you, son,” Solofa said, his voice rich with unspoken emotion.

“Hey, Dad,” Jey replied, his voice wavering slightly as he stepped back. He moved to his mother, who was seated on the porch, and gently kissed her cheek. “Hi, Ma.”

She looked up, her eyes reflecting both concern and warmth. “Hi, Jey. How are you holding up?”

Jey managed a weak smile. “I’m managing,” he said, his voice betraying the fatigue and sorrow that lay beneath the surface.

Solofa led Jey to the back patio, a tranquil spot where the sound of the ocean mixed with the rustling of palm leaves. They settled into comfortable chairs, the serenity of the setting contrasting sharply with the gravity of their conversation.

Solofa’s gaze was steady, his concern palpable. “So, how’s Rhea?” he asked, his tone imbued with deep empathy.

Jey took a deep breath, the weight of his father’s scrutiny heavy on him. “She’s struggling,” he admitted. “Her body is healing, but her heart is broken. Losing the baby has been devastating. It’s like we’re both trapped in this darkness, trying to find our way out. I’m doing everything I can to support her, but it feels like nothing I do can truly help.”

Solofa nodded slowly, his face reflecting the gravity of Jey’s words. “Losing a child is a pain that runs deep, cutting through the very core of our being. It’s a wound that doesn’t easily heal. No parent should have to endure such sorrow.”

Jey’s shoulders sagged under the weight of his father’s understanding. “Yeah, it’s been incredibly hard. But we’re trying to keep going, to find some semblance of normalcy.”

Solofa’s expression shifted to one of solemnity, a shadow of past judgments clouding his eyes. “When I first learned about what happened with Takecia, I said you were dead to me.”

Jey’s heart clenched at the harsh reality of his father’s words. The pain was immediate and raw, his eyes brimming with tears he fought to control. “I know, Dad. I made mistakes. I understand that.”

Solofa’s gaze softened, though it remained resolute. “No one deserves to be beaten for loving someone. Rhea didn’t deserve that. She doesn’t deserve the pain she’s been through. I’m not angry with Jonathan for stepping up as he did. He did what he felt was necessary, even though it was difficult.”

Jey’s voice cracked as he tried to express his feelings. “I love Rhea more than anything in this world. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’m doing everything I can to make things right. The thought of losing her is unbearable. She’s everything to me.”

Solofa’s eyes held a mix of sternness and compassion, his understanding evident in his gaze. “Then you must honor her, Jey. You must be the man she needs, not just in words but through your actions. Don’t let your past define you. Learn from it, grow, and show her that love and strength can prevail even in the darkest times.”

Jey’s eyes filled with tears, his emotions spilling over. “I will, Dad. I promise I will.”

Solofa placed a firm, comforting hand on Jey’s shoulder, his touch both grounding and reassuring. “Good. You have an opportunity to make things right. Don’t squander it. Be the man who supports and loves her through this, and take care of yourself too. Strength comes not from never falling but from rising every time we fall.”

As they sat together, the rhythmic sound of the ocean served as a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Jey felt a flicker of hope amid the overwhelming sorrow, a small light suggesting that maybe, just maybe, they could navigate through this darkness and find their way back to a place of healing and hope.

—

Jon and Trinity pulled up to their house, unloading groceries from the trunk of the car. Jon furrowed his brows as he heard the unmistakable beats of a hip-hop track echoing from inside. “Is that Fabulous?” he asked, squinting toward the open garage.

Trinity shrugged, puzzled. “Sounds like it.”

As they entered through the garage, the source of the music became clear. There was Rhea, in the kitchen, swaying her hips and bobbing her head to “So Into You” by Fabulous. She was engrossed in wrapping jalapeño poppers, her mood visibly lifted despite everything. When she noticed Jon and Trinity, she quickly lowered the volume, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Sorry,” she said, a sheepish smile on her face.

Jon dropped the grocery bags onto the counter, his eyes widening in mock disbelief. “Now wait a damn minute, who in the hell showed you that song?” he asked with a grin.

Rhea chuckled. “I’ve got this playlist of music Jey has sent me. It’s a mix of everything he’s into.”

Jon’s eyes widened even further, his surprise palpable. “I need to see this playlist. This is our kind of music. You should be sticking to heavy metal or something.”

Rhea laughed, her spirits lifting as Jon teased her. “Hey, I’m just enjoying the variety. It’s kind of nice to step outside my usual genres.”

Just as the conversation wrapped up, the song changed to “Dilemma” by Nelly featuring Kelly Rowland. Trinity’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh girl, this is my shit!” she exclaimed, breaking into song with a playful enthusiasm. She started singing along to Jon, who couldn’t help but smile at his wife’s impromptu performance.

As Trinity belted out the lyrics, Jon joined in with a grin, and Rhea watched them, a genuine smile on her face. The unexpected moment of joy and secureness spreading through her body.

—

Jey pulled up to Jon and Trinity’s house, still feeling the weight of the earlier conversation with his father. The music blared from inside the house, growing louder as he approached. Curious and somewhat amused, he pressed the garage door opener and drove in, following the sound of the beats that led him through the garage and into the kitchen.

The upbeat track continued to echo as Jey headed towards the backyard, where he was greeted by a scene that took him by surprise. The song “Promise” by Ciara was playing, its rhythm setting a mellow, yet hopeful tone. Jon was busy flipping meat on the grill, his concentration evident as he worked. Trinity, holding a glass of champagne, was singing along, her voice vibrant and carefree. She moved gracefully, dancing in sync with Rhea, who was attempting to follow along despite her discomfort.

Seeing Rhea, who had been through so much recently, engaged in such a moment of normalcy and joy struck Jey deeply. He noticed how carefully Trinity and Jon were moving, their actions mindful of Rhea’s condition. Trinity’s gentle sway and Jon’s focused grilling created a balance between maintaining the cheerfulness of the BBQ and respecting Rhea’s physical state.

Rhea, visibly enjoying the moment despite her pain, caught Jey’s eye. Her face lit up with a radiant smile as she began singing to him, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and warmth. “There’s nothing I won’t do, to spend my life with you…” she sang, her eyes locked onto his.

Jey’s heart swelled with a profound mix of emotions. The sight of Rhea, who had been struggling so much, finding relief in this small, joyful moment was deeply moving. He could see how much effort she was putting into staying present and making the best of their situation, and it made him feel a pang of both admiration and sadness. Her song, her smile, and her willingness to connect with him through the music brought him to the brink of tears..

With a tenderness that reflected his internal struggle, Jey walked over to Rhea, unable to keep the emotion from his voice. He pulled her close, their foreheads touching as he gently kissed her, their lips meeting in a kiss that spoke of both their shared grief and their enduring love. The kiss was soft, laden with unspoken promises and the shared pain of their loss, yet it also carried a glimmer of hope and a reaffirmation of their bond.

As they parted, Jey’s eyes were filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. The small, intimate moment with Rhea amidst the upbeat surroundings reminded him of their strength together and the deep love they shared, despite the trials they had faced. The music, the dancing, and the simple act of being together felt like a fragile but beautiful testament to their resilience.

Jon, noticing the tender moment between Rhea and Jey, couldn’t resist teasing them. “You know, you two could always get a room,” he said with a grin, playfully nudging them.

Jey rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. He glanced around the backyard, taking in the casual, comfortable scene. Jon had a cold beer in hand, and Trinity was sipping on a glass of champagne. Jey turned to Rhea and asked if she was joining in on the drinks. Rhea shook her head, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Can’t drink with the pills..” she said softly.

Rhea reached out and gently ruffled Jey’s hair, her fingers running through his curls. “The mullets always get me,” she said with a light laugh, a spark of her old self shining through despite the pain. Jey chuckled and leaned in to kiss her cheek, feeling a mix of relief and warmth at seeing her laugh.

Trinity, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the activity, lowered the music and made her way to the patio furniture. “All this moving around is making me feel like I’m going to throw up,” she said, playfully lamenting her predicament. Rhea, noticing Trinity’s discomfort, offered to get Jey a beer, but he declined with a wave. “I’ll get it myself,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Rhea joined Trinity at the patio furniture, and the two began chatting about lighter, random topics—everything from favorite movies to silly memories she had shared with Jonathan. Their conversation was a pleasant distraction, easing the tension in the air.

Jey returned from the kitchen with his beer in hand and approached Jon. He raised his beer for a toast. “To family and good times,” he said, his voice carrying a note of sincerity.

Jon clinked his bottle against Jey’s with a grin. “To family and good times,” he echoed. As they took their sips, Jon gave Jey a knowing look. “You know, I’m glad Dad was able to come through.”

Jey nodded, his eyes meeting Jon’s with a mixture of gratitude and relief. “Me too. Hey.. real quick Uce’?”

“Yessss..” Jimmy said playfully.

“Did you tell Matt?” The question got serious just for a moment there. Jimmy looked at Jey and he sighed, “I get it… despite all the shit I said in Portland I get it. Nah’ Uce, at the end of that day I just decided it wasn’t my place to say. On god.” Jimmy said pledging his loyalty. Jey smiled and gave him a quick hug.

As Jey and Jon continued to chat by the grill, the conversation flowing easily between them, Jey suddenly stopped mid-sentence. His ears picked up on a familiar tune, the beats unmistakably resonating with him. He glanced towards the patio where Rhea sat with Trinity, her laughter mingling with the sounds of the evening.

A smile spread across Jey’s face as he recognized the song. It was “Die With A Smile” by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga, a song that had become a poignant part of their shared journey. The lyrics began to play, and Jey felt a surge of emotion.

I, I just woke up from a dream

Where you and I had to say goodbye

And I don't know what it all means

But since I survived, I realized

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow

He quickly chugged his beer, his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and nostalgia. He made his way over to Rhea, who was chatting with Trinity. As he approached, he extended his hand to her with a warm smile. Rhea looked up, her eyes meeting his. She smiled softly, a flicker of recognition passing over her face as she took his hand.

If the world was ending

I'd wanna be next to you

If the party was over

And our time on Earth was through

I'd wanna hold you just for a while

And die with a smile

If the world was ending

I'd wanna be next to you

Without a word, Jey gently pulled her towards him, leading her to the center of the patio. The song’s lyrics began to fill the space around them as Jey whispered the lyrics softly in Rhea’s ear, the words carrying a deep, emotional weight. As they moved together, their bodies swaying in sync with the rhythm, Jey felt a profound connection with Rhea. This was the song that had come to symbolize their tumultuous affair, their deep love, and now, it marked the beginning of their new chapter.

Nobody's promised tomorrow

So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night

Like it's the last night

The music enveloped them, creating a cocoon of intimacy amid the surrounding activity. Jey’s hand rested on Rhea’s lower back, his touch gentle and reassuring. He gazed into her eyes, seeing the depth of her pain and the flicker of hope that had been rekindled.

Right next to you

Next to you

Right next to you

Oh-oh

As the Bruno Mars’ high note soared, Rhea leaned in closer, her head resting on Jey’s shoulder. The warmth of his body against hers was a balm to her aching heart. They moved together slowly, the world outside fading away as they found love in each other’s arms. The song’s message of enduring love and resilience resonated deeply with both of them.

If the world was ending

I'd wanna be next to you

If the party was over

The lyrics spoke to their shared struggles, their unbreakable bond, and their determination to face whatever came next. Each note, each word seemed to cement their commitment to each other, transforming their past pain into a hopeful promise for the future.

And our time on Earth was through

I'd wanna hold you just for a while

And die with a smile

Jey held Rhea close, his heart full of emotion. The song was a testament to their journey, a beautiful reminder of the love that had endured through trials and heartache. In that moment, as they danced together, Jey felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and hope. The song was more than just a melody; it was a reflection of their love.

He could still feel the way her fingers traced the edges of his shirt, her touch both gentle and electric. Every inch of him was attuned to her, the way her body pressed against his, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her breath. As he held her, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him—flashes of stolen kisses, secret looks, and nights where time didn’t exist.

As the song came to a finish, a new one played on, the connection between Jey and Rhea deepened with every sway. ‘Until the end of Time’ by Justin Timberlake and Beyoncé engulfed their ears and Jey's mind wandered back to the countless memories they shared, moments when the world seemed simpler, before the complications. The song wasn't just a melody to him-it was a promise, a vow that echoed everything he wished he could say out loud.

Jey’s eyes fell shut for a moment, as if capturing this second in time. He could feel his heart beating in rhythm with the song, but more so, it was in rhythm with hers. It was in these moments that he felt something he had rarely allowed himself to admit—this wasn’t just lust, or fleeting attraction. He was in love with Rhea, deeply and truly. She wasn’t just a passing chapter in his life. She was the one, the woman he couldn’t shake, the woman who made him feel more alive than anyone else ever could.

But as much as his heart soared, his mind was a whirlwind of conflict. He knew this wasn’t supposed to be. They weren’t supposed to be dancing like this, lost in each other, not after everything that had happened. Not after the betrayal, the chaos, the fallout with his family. And yet, here they were, drawn to each other like magnets, unable to stop.

Rhea shifted in his arms, her hand rising slowly to the side of his face, her fingertips brushing his jawline. Her eyes met his—there was something in them, a deep well of emotions she hadn’t spoken aloud. But Jey could feel it. The way she looked at him now wasn’t the way she looked at anyone else. In this moment, there was no hesitation, no holding back.

"Jey..." She didn’t need to finish her sentence, didn’t need to say anything more. He knew. He could hear everything she wasn’t saying. The unspoken feelings, the longing, the uncertainty. It was all there, hanging in the space between them.

His hands moved up, his fingers gently grazing her back, tracing familiar lines along her spine. He leaned down slightly, his lips hovering near her ear, his voice low and thick with emotion. “I love you, Rhea.."

Rhea’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes flickering with something he hadn’t seen in a while—pure and undeniable vulnerability. She wasn’t the strong, untouchable woman everyone saw her as in the ring. Not with him. Not here. With Jey, she let down her guard, and in this moment, she was as fragile as the love they both knew was now complete.

For a split second, she closed her eyes, leaning into his words, letting them wash over her. But when she opened them again, there was not one shadow of doubt. As she stayed there, in this moment, with Jey holding her like this, she no longer felt reality was creeping in. The world outside this dance was no longer complicated, messy, or unforgiving. It was now heading in the right direction..

“I love you Joshua..” Her words stung but a good kind of sting and Jey understood it. Right now, the pull between them was stronger than anything. He will never be ready to let her go. Not when it felt this right.

Slowly, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against his, their breath mingling as the song carried them along, binding them tighter. She didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. Her silence spoke volumes.

As the last notes of the song drifted into the air, Jey tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. He wasn’t sure how long they had, how much time they could steal before the world came crashing back in. But for now, in this fleeting moment, it was just them.

Before either of them could say another word, the sound of footsteps broke through their moment. Trinity approached with a soft smile, her eyes full of understanding.

“Food’s ready,” she announced, though her tone was gentle. She could sense the heaviness between them, the emotions that still hung in the air from the dance.

Rhea stepped back from Jey, giving him a small, bittersweet smile before turning to Trinity. “Thanks, Trin. I’ll be there in a minute.”

As Trinity walked away, Jey’s hand slid down Rhea’s arm, lingering at her fingertips. He didn’t want to let go, but he knew they couldn’t stay like this forever. Reality was already creeping back in.

“You okay?” Jey asked quietly.

Rhea nodded, though her heart wasn’t fully convinced. “Yeah… just need a minute.”

Jey squeezed her hand one last time before stepping back, heading toward the grill where Jon was waiting. Rhea watched him go, her chest tightening as the weight of everything came crashing back in. The pain, the loss, the uncertainty—it all hit her at once, and she could feel the pull of the pills in still on the dresser, tempting her with the promise of another escape.

But not yet.

She straightened herself, taking a deep breath before walking inside.

—

“Pay me, bitches!” Rhea declared with a triumphant flourish, holding up a Monopoly card for everyone to see. The game had picked up pace after the BBQ, and now the living room was filled with the sounds of laughter and competitive banter. The music played softly in the background, setting a mellow tone to the evening.

Jon and Trinity were both visibly hammered, but they were still managing to keep their wits about them enough to stay in the game. Jon’s attempts to strategize were increasingly slurred, and Trinity kept giggling at every little thing, her hand occasionally bumping into Jon’s as they both reached for the same properties. They were clearly having a great time, oblivious to the more subtle shifts in Rhea’s demeanor.

Jey, on his fourth beer, was feeling the effects but was still sharp enough to notice the slight change in Rhea’s behavior. Her movements were a touch slower, and her laughter seemed a little forced. The carefree attitude she was trying to project didn’t quite align with the distant look in her eyes. He remembered her going to the bathroom earlier, but the way she had reappeared, a bit too cheerfully, set off a small alarm in his mind.

Earlier while everyone was getting set up in the game, Rhea had excused herself to the bathroom under the guise of needing a quick break. In reality, she had slipped away to take two more pain pills. The earlier dose had worn off, and the anxiety and discomfort from the evening were starting to creep back in. The pills provided a temporary escape, a way to numb the sharp edges of her emotions.

Now, sitting around the game board, she was trying to maintain her façade of being in control. Her speech was slightly slurred, and her movements a bit less precise, but she played it off with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Look at all this cash!” she said, waving her Monopoly money around. “You guys are going to be broke before you know it!”

Jon and Trinity laughed, their intoxicated state making the game even more entertaining. Jey watched Rhea closely, his concern growing. He had noticed her taking the pills before but hadn’t said anything. Now, seeing her attempt to mask her impairment with forced cheerfulness, he couldn’t help but worry.

“Rhea, are you okay?” Jey asked, his voice low enough that only she could hear. He leaned in slightly, trying to catch her eye.

Rhea turned to him, offering a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine, Jey. Just having fun. Can’t you tell?”

Jey didn’t push further, but he wasn’t convinced. He could see the struggle in her eyes, the way she was trying to keep it together. He decided to keep an eye on her, knowing that whatever was going on, he needed to be there for her.

As the game continued, the atmosphere remained light and carefree, but the underlying tension between Rhea’s facade and her true feelings lingered. Jey’s mind raced with concern, but for now, he focused on the game, trying to stay present in the moment, even as his thoughts kept drifting back to Rhea’s well-being.

Trinity finished her final glass of champagne and announced her departure, she swayed slightly. “I’m heading to bed,” she said, her words a bit slurred. “Got an early flight tomorrow.” Jon, barely keeping his eyes open, mumbled an agreement and stumbled to his feet, following her toward the stairs.

With them gone, the living room fell into a quiet hush, only the low volume of the music providing any background noise. Jey and Rhea remained, trying to finish cleaning up after the game. Rhea’s movements were increasingly slow and uncoordinated. She struggled with the Monopoly pieces, her fingers fumbling and her eyes losing focus.

Jey, who had been sipping on his fourth beer, was becoming more concerned by the minute. It was clear that Rhea wasn’t her usual self. Her smile was forced, and her attempts to keep up with the game were becoming increasingly strained. Jey tried to rationalize it, attributing it to tiredness, but a gnawing worry lingered.

“Rhea, maybe we should head to bed,” Jey suggested gently, his concern seeping into his voice. “You look pretty wiped out.”

Rhea nodded, her head bobbing slightly. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea.” She gave him a sluggish smile, but it did little to reassure him.

Jey went upstairs, mentally preparing for the night, but he stopped in his tracks at the top of the stairs. Looking back, he saw Rhea still seated on the couch, her posture drooping and her movements lethargic. The sight didn’t sit right with him. He turned and headed back downstairs, his heart pounding.

“What’s up?” Jey asked softly as he approached Rhea, trying to keep his voice calm. “You okay?”

Rhea blinked slowly, as if trying to clear a fog from her mind. “Oh, I forgot you walked upstairs,” she said, her voice trailing off. She made an attempt to stand but wobbled on her feet, clearly struggling.

Jey’s concern spiked. He reached out, taking her hand, but it felt unnervingly limp and cold. His mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. “Rhea, your hand is really cold. Are you feeling alright? This doesn’t seem like just fatigue.”

Rhea brushed off his concern with a wave. “Let’s just go upstairs,” she insisted, her voice carrying an air of forced nonchalance. “I’m ready for bed.”

Jey was torn between wanting to press the issue and respecting her apparent wish to avoid confrontation. He helped her up, noticing how unsteady she was. Her steps were uneven, and she leaned heavily on him as they made their way up the stairs. Every few steps, he glanced at her, his worry deepening.

Once they reached the bedroom, Jey guided her to the bed. Rhea sank down with a sigh, her earlier energy completely gone. She looked pale, and her eyes struggled to stay open. Jey sat on the edge of the bed, his concern grew.

“Rhea,” he said softly, trying to keep his tone gentle but firm, “we need to talk about what’s going on. This isn’t just about being tired. You’ve been acting really off tonight.”

Rhea tried to focus on him but her eyes kept drifting. She yawned widely, then looked at him with a half-hearted smile. “It’s nothing, Jey. I’m just—” She trailed off again, struggling to find the words. “Just tired. It’s no big deal.”

Jey wasn’t convinced. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle but filled with concern. “Rhea, I care about you. I don’t want to ignore something if it’s serious. You’ve been acting like this for a while now. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Rhea looked at him, her gaze heavy with fatigue. “It’s really nothing,” she insisted, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I promise. Just need some rest.”

Jey sat there, watching as Rhea’s eyelids grew heavy. He could see the exhaustion etched on her face and felt a profound sadness. He wanted to be there for her, to support her in whatever she was going through, but he felt helpless.

As Rhea finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, Jey remained awake, his thoughts consumed by worry. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner, and the weight of unspoken concerns hung heavily in the air. Jey’s mind raced with questions and fears, unable to shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong.

With Rhea asleep, Jey continued to sit beside her, his eyes searching her peaceful face for answers that were just out of reach. He knew that the coming days would bring more challenges, but for now, he resolved to be there for Rhea, to offer comfort and support in any way he could. The night stretched on, filled with uncertainty and a longing for answers.

Despite seeming fine, her sleeping soon turned into restlessness and then escalated into violent tossing and turning, her features contorting with fear. He watched her with mounting worry, his mind racing with concern. The serene face he had come to know was now twisted in a silent struggle against unseen demons.

Her whimpers grew more intense, her sleep fractured by intermittent cries. Jey’s hand gently touched her shoulder, hoping to rouse her from the nightmare that had gripped her so fiercely. “Rhea, wake up,” he said softly, his voice thick with worry. But his words seemed to pass through her dream world, barely making an impact.

Rhea’s mutterings became more desperate. “Matt don’t… stop… don’t hit me…” Her voice, laced with fear, was barely audible but unmistakably pained. Jey felt his heart break at the realization that the nightmare was a vivid echo of past traumas.

The situation worsened as Rhea’s movements became more frantic. Her breathing grew irregular, and her body tensed up, reacting to the terror in her dream. Jey felt a surge of panic, unsure of how to help her out of this nightmare. He continued to gently shake her shoulder, his voice firm yet soothing. “Rhea, it’s okay. You’re safe. Wake up.”

Without warning, Rhea’s eyes snapped open, wide and filled with raw fear. She let out a gut-wrenching scream, “STOP!” Her voice was filled with an anguish that pierced the quiet of the night. Her body jerked upright, her chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths. Her eyes darted around the room as if trying to escape from invisible threats.

Jey’s heart pounded in his chest, mirroring the frantic pace of Rhea’s. He moved quickly, pulling her into his arms with a sense of urgency. His embrace was firm but gentle, as though he hoped to shield her from whatever had gripped her so tightly. “Rhea, you’re okay. It’s just a nightmare. You’re with me,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.

Rhea’s body shook violently in his arms, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers clutched at Jey’s arms as if trying to anchor herself to reality. The terror in her eyes slowly began to soften as she focused on Jey’s face. “It’s just a dream. Nothing can hurt you now,” he repeated, his voice a steadying force in the midst of her chaos.

Gradually, Rhea’s breathing began to slow, her heartbeat calming as she clung to Jey. Her grip on him, once frantic, eased into a more desperate, yet comforting hold. “I’m here,” Jey whispered, his voice a constant thread of reassurance. “You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rhea’s eyes, though still troubled, began to regain their focus. She looked up at Jey, the vulnerability and fear etched deeply in her expression. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to…”

Jey shook his head gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead. “You don’t have to apologize,” he said softly. “You were scared. It’s okay.”

He continued to hold her close, his heart aching for her. He could feel the weight of her fear, the depth of her pain, and it was clear that the nightmare was only a glimpse into the larger struggles she faced. For now, all he could offer was his unwavering support and presence.

As the minutes ticked by, the room began to settle into a fragile calm. Jey remained by her side, his hand resting comfortingly on her back, his breaths steady and calm. The immediate danger had passed, but the emotional scars remained, a reminder of the battles Rhea was fighting internally.

Rhea’s breathing gradually returned to a more regular rhythm, though the tension in her body was still evident. Jey continued to murmur soothing words, his touch gentle and reassuring. He watched over her as she tried to drift back to sleep, his mind racing with thoughts of how to help her heal from the traumas that seemed to haunt her.

The night wore on, and Jey stayed vigilant, a silent guardian in the dark. He knew that the journey ahead would be challenging, but for now, he was determined to be the rock Rhea needed. The nightmare was a harsh reminder of the pain she carried, and Jey was committed to helping her through it, one step at a time.

—

Rhea stirred awake to the sound of Jey’s loud snoring, a deep, rhythmic noise that filled the room. Their comforter had been pushed off them slightly in the night, and as she glanced over at him, she couldn’t help but smile. He looked peaceful, his face relaxed in sleep, a nice view to the emotional whirlwind of the past few days.

Her smile faltered slightly when she glanced down, her eyes widening at what she saw—Jey was very much “awake” from the waist down. Careful not to disturb him, Rhea slowly slid off the bed, her movements cautious. She headed to the bathroom, clutching her bottle of pain pills.

Once inside, she took a deep breath and checked herself. She hadn’t passed any clots, a small comfort in the midst of everything she was dealing with. After freshening up, she dry swallowed two more pain pills, the familiar bitterness sliding down her throat. She grimaced slightly at the taste before setting the bottle back on the counter.

As Rhea walked back to the room, she noticed Jey was still snoring softly. She slid carefully into bed beside him, moving as gently as she could to avoid waking him. But Jey stirred, feeling her presence, and opened his eyes groggily. His expression softened as he smiled at her, planting a quick kiss on her lips.

He followed her gaze down and noticed his situation, his face flushing slightly in embarrassment. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled, clearly caught off guard.

Rhea shook her head with a small smile, “It’s fine.” There was a pause before she added, a little more hesitantly, “Do you need help with that?”

Jey blinked, taken aback by the offer. He stared at her, unsure if she was serious. The vulnerability in her voice and the way she looked at him told him she was. His breath caught in his throat as a mix of emotions surged through him—confusion, longing, and concern.

Rhea looked at him, her expression unreadable, though her eyes held a quiet intensity. “I want to,” she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of desire and something else—something deeper. It wasn’t just about the physical, it was about finding some kind of normalcy, some comfort in each other.

But Jey shook his head gently, his hand finding hers. “I… I don’t think we should,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Not right now.”

Rhea’s brow furrowed, her hand tightening around his as she searched his face. “Why not?”

Jey sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It just doesn’t feel right, not after everything that’s happened. After what you’ve been through…” His voice trailed off, but his meaning was clear. He wasn’t just thinking about her physical pain, but the emotional scars, the trauma she was still healing from.

Rhea’s lips parted as if she was going to argue, but she stopped herself. Instead, she nodded slowly, understanding but still feeling the weight of his rejection. “I get it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jey pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her, wanting her to know that his denial wasn’t about pushing her away. “It’s not about not wanting you,” he whispered into her hair. “I do trust me. But… we need to heal first. Together.”

Rhea exhaled softly, burying her face into his chest, feeling his warmth envelop her. She knew he was right. It didn’t make it any easier to accept, but she trusted him. Trusted that he was thinking of what was best for both of them.

They lay there in silence, Jey holding her tightly, both of them feeling the unspoken weight of everything they had been through. The room was quiet except for their soft breathing, the silence speaking louder than any words could.

Jey finally decided to get up, stretching and glancing at Rhea, who was still scrolling through her phone. “I’m heading out now,” he said as he pulled on his shoes. “Gotta pick up my Footlocker order and meet the lawyer. I’ll bring us some lunch when I get back.”

Rhea looked up, the thought of being alone making her anxious. “Can I come with you? I could use some fresh air.”

Jey paused, his hesitation clear. “I don’t know, babe. You should probably just stay here and rest.”

Rhea sighed, not ready to give in so easily. “I’ll dress all in black, wear a mask. No one will even recognize me.”

He gave her a reluctant glance. “It’s not about that. I just… don’t want to complicate things today. I need to be quick.”

“But I’ll stay low-key. I promise.”

Feeling cornered, Jey scrambled for an excuse. “Look, I’m bringing Jon with me, and we’ve got stuff to handle. It’s just easier if you stay back.”

Rhea crossed her arms, giving him a skeptical look. “Jon, huh? You didn’t mention him earlier.”

“Yeah,” Jey lied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Jon’s gonna help me out with a few things.”

She gave him a knowing smirk, sensing his weak attempt to keep her at home. “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Go have your fun.”

Jey chuckled, grateful for the out. “You make it hard for me, you know that?” He flashed a playful grin before heading to the bathroom to fix his hair.

Rhea watched him disappear, her smile fading as she sat there, her mind wandering. Something about his reluctance bothered her, like there was more to it than just wanting to be quick. But instead of dwelling on it, she pulled out her phone and distracted herself with TikTok, though her mind wasn’t really in it. Each clip scrolled by in a blur, failing to provide the distraction she needed.

When Jey finally emerged from the bathroom, freshly groomed and ready to head out, Rhea was still glued to her phone. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, grabbing his keys. “Don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”

She glanced up with a teasing smirk. “I make no promises.”

Jey grinned and leaned down to kiss her and before heading out the door he let in her babies. “Be good,” he said with a wink, and then he was gone and soon Rhea both heard both twins leave the house.

The house felt much quieter without him. As the silence settled in, Rhea’s mind raced. She’d been trying so hard to maintain some sense of normalcy, but deep down, she felt everything slipping away. Her life, her body, her control—it was all unraveling, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

After a few minutes of scrolling, Rhea decided she might as well shower and get herself together. She stood up, stretching her sore muscles, and made her way to the bathroom. The hot water was soothing against her skin, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to forget everything—Jey, the pills, the loss, all of it. Just her and the warmth of the shower.

Once she was done, she threw on a black t-shirt and joggers, something casual and comfortable. Sitting at her vanity, she started applying her makeup, her hands working on autopilot as her mind drifted. As she finished her eyeliner, a thought struck her—Damian. She hadn’t talked to him in a couple of days, not since the hospital.

With a smile, she grabbed her phone and hit FaceTime. The phone rang twice before Damian’s familiar face appeared, grinning as always.

“Hey girl!” Damian greeted, his voice full of cheer. He was lounging somewhere, looking as relaxed as ever.

“Hello, Bisexual Undertaker,” Rhea teased with a smirk, leaning back in her chair.

Damian let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re never going to let that one go, huh?”

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “Never. What are you up to?”

“Just chilling. What about you? Last I heard, you were in the hospital. What’s been going on?”

Rhea sighed, the weight of the last few days flooding back as she thought about it. “It’s been a lot,” she admitted. “Jey’s been here with me, which is nice, but it’s also… complicated.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Complicated how?”

Rhea hesitated, not wanting to get into the darker parts of her mental state or the pills she had started taking. Instead, she focused on the relationship with Jey, how things felt both closer and further apart. “I mean, we’ve been having these moments, right? Like, really intimate ones. But then… he turns me down, Damian. Like, for real, what guy turns down head? Who does that?”

Damian burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “Girl, you’re too much. Maybe he’s just trying to be respectful, you know? It’s been a rough time for both of you.”

Rhea frowned, leaning in closer to the camera. “Yeah, but when I saw him this morning… you know, I was like, ‘let’s go.’” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Damian’s eyes widened in horror. “I really don’t need to know!”

“But for real,” Rhea continued, ignoring his discomfort, “our sex is like—”

“NO NO NO NO!” Damian interrupted, throwing his hands over his ears and dramatically shouting, “LALALALALALA!” He rocked back and forth, as if physically trying to block out her words.

Rhea burst out laughing, her spirits finally lifting. “You’re such a baby!”

Damian groaned, still holding his hands over his ears. “I do not need to hear about your bedroom life with Jey. That’s like, a sacred place, and I’m not going in there!”

Rhea rolled her eyes, shaking her head in amusement. “Okay, fine. I’ll spare you the details. But it’s not just that—it’s everything. It feels like he’s pulling away now, and I don’t know why.”

Damian lowered his hands, his expression softening. “Maybe he’s scared. After everything that’s happened, maybe he’s just trying to be careful. You’ve both been through a lot, and it’s probably weighing on him more than he’s letting on.”

Rhea sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Yeah… you’re probably right. It’s just hard to deal with sometimes. I don’t know what to do.”

Damian gave her a sympathetic look. “You’re stronger than you think, Rhea. You’ll figure it out, just like you always do.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Thanks, Damian. You always know what to say.”

“Anytime, Rhea. Anytime.”

[theemporium]

You asked for blurbs and I will take advantage every time so maybe Sirius coming home to reader with a migraine and being very sweet and doting? I get migraines and it’s head pain, light sensitivity, and nausea mostly. Bonus points if reader is trying to tough it out but sirius can read her like a book and knows she’s in pain :)))

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Honey, I’m home!” 

It had been early in the morning when James had called him, insisting that it was an emergency and he needed Sirius’ help right at that moment. As usual, it was something completely fixable and James Potter was just letting his theatrics take over his panic. 

But it meant he hadn’t seen you since this morning, when he woke up and kissed your head just before he left whilst you were still asleep.

So, after parting ways with James, he stopped by your favourite takeaway and picked up dinner for the two of you in hopes that it would make up for the fact he was gone all day. He expected to walk into the apartment, see you curled up on the couch with a book in hand, only to look up and grin when you realised what he brought. 

Instead, he walked into an apartment that felt like a ghost town.

“Love?” He called out again, his brows furrowed together in concern as he kicked the door shut behind him. He walked further into the apartment, seeing most of the lights off and everything just as it had been when he left the house earlier that day. 

He placed the bag of takeaway food on the kitchen counter before heading towards the bedroom, pausing by the bathroom to see if you were in the shower but he couldn’t hear the water running. When he reached the bedroom, he pushed the door open, only to pause when he saw the sight in front of him. 

“Please,” you let out a low, whiny noise. “Door. Close. Light.”

And then his heart dropped a little when he realised what was going on. 

Sirius found out about your migraines pretty early on in the relationship, much to your dismay. They didn’t come often, but they fucking sucked when they did. They completely took over your life and you hated every single minute of it. And Sirius was unfortunate enough to see it only a few weeks into your relationship. 

“Oh baby,” his voice dropped to a whisper as he slipped into the room, closing the door and completely blocking out the hallway light. He noted the water bottle on your bedside table and the bin you had placed next to you—just in case—but it didn’t make him feel all that relieved. “You should have called me, love.”

“You were with James,” you murmured, wincing a little as you clenched your eyes shut tighter. “Didn’t wanna ruin the day.” 

“I don’t like it when you suffer alone,” he said with a frown before he made his way to his bedside table, opening the drawer to grab one of the small bottles. He then rounded the bed, kneeling on the ground beside you. “C’mon, honey, drink up.”

You winced. “Sirius—”

“Nuh uh, you’re hurting, you need a potion,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “You should have had one earlier.” 

“I thought I’d be okay,” you admitted sheepishly. “Didn’t wanna waste a potion.”

He shook his head. “Never, love, now drink up.” 

Once you had taken the potion, Sirius shed off his clothes until he was just left in his boxers before he climbed into the bed beside you. He opened his arms, letting you settle yourself on his chest before his fingers lightly began massaging a point in the back of your head.

“This okay?” 

“Perfect,” you murmured as you nuzzled your cheek against his chest.

“Good,” he smiled softly. “And when you feel like eating, I got your favourite in the kitchen.”

You let out a sigh. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grinned, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss against your forehead. “Now rest, let the potion kick in.” 

“Bossy.” 

“You usually like it in bed.”

“Shut up, Sirius.”

.

[leonkennedygvrl]

The sweetest peach

leon kennedy x lara croft

🌹content: 18+, mentions of smut, mostly fluff, sweetness, early mornings, two folks in love, pretty short because it’s 4am and i’m tired.

It was that rainy ambience pattering against the window, creating an atmospheric tranquility too surreal to describe. Early, yes; just before dawn. Leon watched Lara as she slept, his azure irises coating each and every feature of her face and his pupils dilating at the mere sight.

Oh, she was so pretty. The smooth locks of dark auburn hair framing her head, her long lashes kissing the freckles among her cheeks leading up to the bridge of her nose and her rosy lips were slightly parted with each silent breath that left them in her sleep. She was like Audrey Hepburn, the purest form of natural beauty.

Leon lifted his hand, brushing his fingers against the warmth of her cheek and counting the constellations imprinted deep into her skin. His heart skipped a beat, knowing the very woman he felt safest with was his.

She was home. She was what he looked forward to coming to, she was an angel with invisible wings, taking his breath away with only a simple glance of the eyes he managed to get lost in every time. Only a shame they were currently closed — not that he minded much.

Yesterday was a blur, they’d had an eventful date that was cut short because he found himself pressing her against the door of their home, kissing her until they were both breathless, taking her apart completely.

His eyes assessed the bruises he’d left on Lara’s skin, some marked with deep bites, and she hadn’t left his skin a clear canvas either. Littered with hickeys of her own and scratches so raw they’d stay for days, but he liked the pain, because she was the one giving it to him.

Leon had been like this since he’d woken up (an hour ago) he must’ve really worn her out given she was typically the early bird doing the exact same to him as he leaned in closer and pressed a gentle kiss beneath the small expanse of her eyebag, then rested his chin above her hair, taking in the sweet scent that was engraved deep in his memory. The scent that was uniquely her.

It was only a matter of time when Lara began to shuffle with a small groan, her lids fluttering open to see that her face was buried in Leon’s neck. His adam’s apple pressing against her forehead while she smiled. “You woke me up, doofus.” She mumbled tiredly, no bite in her tone, much more love.

Leon looked down, the sky meeting the Earth as he held eye contact with her. The smile on her lips enough to bring one of his own, and to send butterflies flying around in his stomach.

“Yeah?” He replied, voice a deeper octave. “Couldn’t help myself, pretty. Missed your voice.”

That was another thing Leon could go on and on about, her voice. It was higher in pitch yet accompanied with an English accent, so exotic that it was enough to excite him. Nude bodies and fresh minds, silk soft skin pressing together and appeasing to their sentiments.

Lara climbed atop him, her perky breasts brushing against his toughened chest and he could feel how erect her nipples were from the cool air. Pointy enough he almost wouldn’t mind if she nursed him or something, the pretty pink pigment matching the casual flush that appeared on her cheekbones while his calloused hands slipped down her narrow waist and he sighed in contentment.

“You’re insufferable.” Lara chuckled, nuzzling her face into his neck while goosebumps formed on her porcelain skin beneath the touch of his fingers.

“Hey, I try.” Leon joked frivolously in hopes of extracting more of her breathy giggles that were more than enough to have his dick getting hard again despite the fact that she’d drained him dry last night. Well, morning wood was a reoccurring situation when he was in bed with her and she felt him against her thigh, her dainty hands coming across his chest and the manicured nails brushing his skin while she slowly moved down.

It’s safe to say the neighbours weren’t pleased.

[pokkomi]

8:21 am - pavia

you’ve always been fond of rainy days. the calming and somehow nostalgic scent always lingering in the air as you’re comfortably snuggled in your pile of blankets.

recently, you’ve discovered that pavia enjoys them as well. so now, it’s a routine every time to stay in bed just a little longer to appreciate each other’s presence in the weather. however, today was definitely not the day for lying in, given vertin’s reminder yesterday about the strategy meeting today for future missions.

“pavia, we have to get up soon or else we’ll miss the meeting-!”

you struggled in his embrace with a pout on your face—he’s not tricking anyone with the fake sleep. knowing pavia, he’d probably already woken up hours prior. a few more gentle hits to his chest earned a mischievous grin from him as he rolled you over and buried his head into your neck.

“just a few more minutes, amore mio~”

“vertin’s going to scold us again, love.”

he smirked, “don’t be so uptight, cucciolo, what’s she gonna do? kick us out?”

you give up any further attempts to escape; arguing with him is futile. never once have you ever won—he would always look at you with love in his eyes while wearing a smug face against your complaints.

“uah! whatever, if you get hurt during the next mission it’ll be your problem,” you grumbled.

pavia grinned as you conceded to his persuasion. he rose from your neck and gave you a peck on your forehead. “as if you won’t be the one patching me back up.”

you gave him a warning look. “i’ll leave you bleeding to death the next time you come back all beaten up.”

“mmh, sure you will~”

the light tapping of the rain along the window panes accompanied the playfulness in his voice, and you feel your eyelids drooping. rainy mornings with him always gets you like this. the comfort of his grasp wraps around you with safety. you were just finding yourself slowly drifting back to sleep when-

bam!

“i knew you two would be here,” the abrupt slam of the door and vertin’s reprimanding surprised you and you sat up quickly, almost knocking out pavia while doing so.

“a-ah, uhm, hey vertin! good morning?” you peeped, now fully awake.

pavia grunted at vertin’s interruption to what could’ve been a lovely morning with you. “ah, our great heroine,” his tone dripping with sarcasm, “what’s all this now?”

vertin sighed and pinched her nose bridge, “i knew you would pull something like this. meeting’s in 10 minutes, so get yourselves ready.” she gave pavia a look and nodded politely to you before shutting the door.

pavia growled and rolled his eyes before turning back to you—or where you were just sitting. embarrassed after vertin’s interruption, you had quickly gotten out of bed and tried to get dressed as quickly as possible, hoping not to add any more fuel to the fire.

“c’mon, pavia, we cannot be late to the meeting after that!” you exclaimed, red at the ears.

pavia sighed very audibly for you to hear as he climbed out of bed as well. one of his wolves nuzzled its snout against his leg, content that its friend finally got out of bed. “good girl, andrea,” he pets her head, “looks like someone is in a hurry, huh?” you glared at him, nearly shouting at him to get. himself. ready. you can feel a headache rising from the amount of times you’ve repeated yourself.

“alright, amore mio~” he walked over to you and kissed you on the neck before also getting dressed. “you have to promise me a bowl of gelato later though, ‘kay?”

“yea, yea, strawberry flavoured per usual, boss.” you huffed, face flustered from his kiss.

tagging: @kitorin

[buzzyb33]

another one for josh could you do one on spending nye together and getting drunk and he has to take care of you etc tyy ilyyy

Prompt: having a group outing causes you to get drunk- a lot more drunk than your boyfriend which lets him be your anchor for the night.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing

“Josh, I’m serious-! I’m not going to get too drunk tonight- maybe tipsy but, not, like, that bad.” I say in a honest tone as I finish my makeup

“Right, you said that last time and it’s fine anyway.” He smiles, dismissing my comment.

“I’ll be able to walk straight, I promise.”

He shakes his head, grinning.

I stand up, wiping my strapless dress down and adjusting my hair slightly.

“I’m ready.”

I go to turn to him but stopped by his arms around my waist.

I smile as he nuzzled softly into my neck, he inhaled and smiles.

“The Ubers on its way.”

He kisses my neck with soft butterfly kisses, his hands firmly on either side of my waist.

I lean into him, letting his hands roam.

-

As we get to the club I take my respected seat between josh and Talia.

I smile at her as we whisper, giggling and updating us on things like we don’t speak everyday.

For this night out was, Josh, Tobi, Simon, Ethan, faith, calfreezy, Talia and me. I’m holding Josh’s hand as me and Talia give our little updates, mine and Josh’s hand intertwined in his lap.

He talks to the others as we get faith and Ethan involved with our conversation.

The buzz of alcohol makes me giggle and grin under every single word spoken to me, as the night goes on, the burn of vodka in my tummy making me feel warm, Ethan and faith head home, calfreezy soon following.

Tobi, Simon and josh indulge in their own conversations as Talia nudges me for a dance, I grin and nod.

“Talia- I feel fuzzy.”

I giggle and she rolls her eyes.

“Y/n you must be fucked-“ she cuts herself off with her own laugh.

“Fuzzy?” She questions as he hand grips mine, pulling me through the crowd of people to as close to the centre as we can get.

“Mhm.. fuzzy.”

We laugh in twirls and twists- you know, we’re ‘dancing’.

I put my head in my hands, attempting to not smudge my makeup.

“I broke my promise to Josh.” I say losing my eyes as me and Talia stand in the bathroom, her re applying some lipstick and me trying to keep eye contact with myself in the mirror.

“What was your promise?” She quips, closing her lips so the lipstick applies evenly.

“I told him I would be able to walk straight..” I smile slightly and she laughs.

“You’re fucking wasted, n/n.”

I nod.

We get back to the table and the gentle hum of conversation between the three boys is settling.

I take Josh’s hand underneath the table and from the eye contact I think he can tell I’ve brown my promise.

“You win..” I murmur and he kisses my temple, keeping his lips there.

“Want me to order an Uber?” He questions, his hand going to my exposed knee.

I nod, letting my eyes fall shut.

“I’m going to be so fucked in the morning..” I say, keeping my eyes shut.

I lean over to Talia and tell her me and josh are going, she kisses my cheek and I say bye to Simon and tobi.

He leads me to the front and leans his back against the wall, pulling me to his chest, he threads his fingers through my hair standing in silence with me.

“… sorry.” I utter out and I feel his chest rumble in a quiet chuckle.

“I want you to have a good time, you just wanted to make me feel better for something I don’t care about it’s alright, n/n.” He assures and I nod.

The Uber arrives and we both climb in the back, he was tipsy so that means he was more smiley, I was drunk so more touchy, it was a nice dynamic.

I let my fingers trail the patterns of his shirt, my head on his shoulder and his arm around mine.

I close my eyes briefly as the Uber drives us back to our shared house.

“What you doing tomorrow?” I ask in a gentle slur.

“Nothing.. why?” He replies, his thumb beginning to caress my bare shoulder.

“Can we have an us day?” I mumble, feeling the buzz of alcohol slowly but surely leaving my system.

“Course we can.”

We get back and he holds my bag and waist as we giggle, walking inside.

“Go change, n/n I’ll get us some water, Kay?” He pulls his hat off and runs his hand through his hair too which I smile goofily and nod, pulling my heels off and before I can go, he pulls me into him, kisses my forehead and grins sending me upstairs.

I smile to myself as I change into a sidemen shirt and some sleep shorts.

I take my makeup off with a wipe, mess up my hair and go to brush my teeth.

I see how drowsy I look in the mirror and just as I climb into bed josh come sun, hands me some water and takes his shirt off, climbing next to me.

I sip my water, rub my eyes and sink into the covers, Josh’s arms going around me.

“You feeling okay, darling? He mumbles into the crown of my head.

“Mmh.. I’m going to be so hungover tomorrow.” I reply into his chest.

“I got you some asprin and paracetamol for tomorrow..” he mumbles, his voice getting smoother indicating he’s close to sleep.

“Love you..” I murmur.

“Love you too..” he replies.

A/N: IM BACK IM SORRY!!! REQUESTS R STILL OPEN

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

18 - The Life of a Cowboy

Part 19

Raised Far Share of Hell

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Tying my hair in a braid falling down my back, I tugged on the reins of my horse feeling the wind blowing through my hair. Closing my eyes I lean back on my horse sighing in relief at this feeling of being so free. I haven't felt such freedom since we were spending our time at the summer camp. This feeling I want to hold onto for as long as possible. Dismounting my horse the tent flap gets opened revealing my husband who gave me a small smile. "Hey baby, I woke up and you were gone."

"It's fine Kayce. I just went out for a morning ride." I replied, tucking hair behind my ear wrapping my arms around his neck.

He rested his hands on my hips tugging me closer to his chest, smirking playfully. I mirror his expression knowing it would only lead to something reckless in the cowboy way. "I wanna show you somethin' while the kids are still asleep on their saddles."

Climbing back on my horse I followed him through the treeline where we rode for a little ways finding a rock ledge that reveals a huge clearing of a beautiful open field of orange and yellow. Slowly dropping off my horse Kayce tugged me down to sit beside him. He wrapped his arms around my waist kissing the crown of my head. "This spot brings me back to our honeymoon...I think we're getting back to that darling."

"I'd have to disagree." I teased, lifting my head to glance up into his brown eyes.

He squeezes me lightly, nuzzling his nose against mine getting my smile to grow. "Is that so. Tell me Mrs. Dutton, what exactly am I missing?"

Gently pushing him onto his back on the ground I hold myself up with my hands on either side of him. "Well we didn't really have a honeymoon. So I think we deserve a re-do. Because I love our children, but they take a lot out of me." I sighed with my hair falling in front of my eyes.

Kayce reached up tucking it behind my ear chuckling up at me rolling us over so I was the one on my back. "Oh I think I can do a re-do right here. With the woman that I love laying in the most beautiful scenery on earth.." He leans down pressing his lips onto mine where I immediately kiss him back.

Wrapping my arms and legs around him he puts his weight down on me deepening the kiss. One of my hands reaches up, knocking his black cowboy hat off his head threading my fingers into his brown curls. When I tugged on them he released a moan making me break the kiss for a split second. "Slow down cowboy. We've got time..."

"I don't want to wait , Alissa. We have to live everyday to the fullest." He said in a raspy voice pressing his lips onto mine making me moan, twisting my fingers into his curls. We got so caught up in one another that we almost didn't hear the sound of another horse coming our way.

"Mom, Dad?" Faith's voice filled the air making us break away seeing her holding her younger sister on her horse staring at us slightly confused and embarrassed. "Are you two...you know?" She punched a fist into the air, blushing.

Kayce doesn't dare look me in the eye while I attempt to sit up pulling leaves out of my hair blushing myself. Every time I look at my daughter I still see her as a six year old. "Um - maybe. What do you need, honey?"

"Grandpa said to come find you. It's time to herd the cattle." She replied, clicking her tongue signaling her horse to go on its way back to the others.

Kayce flopped down on his black beside me running a hand down his face chuckling at me softly. Turning my head in his direction I hold myself up by my right elbow shaking my head at him. "Sometimes I wish she didn't grow up and just kept playing with ponies."

"Hey, look at it this way. She clearly knows what we were about to do. So you might not have to have the talk." He threw his hand in the air until I playfully shoved him hearing him start laughing at me.

Exiting the tent I found my family sitting by the burning fire. My daughter Faith began sniffing the air when I sat down beside her on the camp log. “Hang on a second. Kayce, do you recognize that smell?”

“Yeah I kinda do. Could it be-“

Kayce sniffs around too, seeing a bucket hanging above the burning fire. "Biscuits!" We both exclaimed with joy. I haven't had any since the day Evelyn had passed.

"Why are you two so happy about biscuits?" Tate asked into the air confused, we hadn't gotten around to telling him the story of the famous biscuits yet.

"You two ain't told him about his grandmother's biscuits yet?" Dad slapped his knees in shock with a deep chuckle.

Faith stuck her tongue out at the both of us. “That’s embarrassing cause I do. Tell him grandpa, tell him.”

"I'm gonna tell you a story, grandson. A story of how badly your parents have an addiction to these particular biscuits. You see your grandma Evelyn had this secret recipe for making biscuits.” John placed Tate onto his lap spinning the tale of me and Kayce in our youth. “Every time she'd make'em the whole house would just be filled with the warm scent. Those two over there would lose their minds everytime they found the treats."

Tate laughed looking back at us. "Really?"

I blushed a little recalling the memory my father in law was talking about. "There was this one time during a Christmas dinner that your daddy and mommy were bouncing off the walls waiting for them. When they were finally ready he'd take a plate of biscuits and nothing else. They'd just sit with their backs to us in the fire light, going at them with both their hands."

Kayce chuckled, clearly embarrassed. "They were really good."

A few minutes later everyone was stuffing their faces with warm biscuits at least till I reached down, finding that my plate and my husband’s were empty. "I'm out." Tate looks to John who chuckled while lifting the lid of the warm pot.

“Me too.”

"There's only one left. Watch this grandkids." John pointed his index finger with Faith and Tate putting their attention on us.

Spinning in my seat I eye my husband seriously holding my left palm out over my other hand becoming a fist. "Rock, paper, scissors."

I threw paper and he threw scissors, cheering. "I win!"

We scrambled to our feet where I tackled my husband into the dirt near the fire. He holds the biscuit away out of my reach seeing her hovering above me. "Kayce John Dutton, give me the biscuit." I warned him sternly looking down at me.

"Alissa Rae Lambert-Dutton, I won it fair and square." Kayce mocked back at me. Faith suddenly comes over, snatching it from my hands making us both snap our heads her way as she tears it into two pieces giving the other one to her half brother.

Tate sent her a grin. “Thanks Faith.” Kayce and I shared a look knowing it was better to let the kids have it.

The next morning I didn't get woken up easily instead Kayce was shaking me awake mumbling something about a cowboy dead. Rubbing my eyes I quickly got to my feet following the direction he was leading me to find his father sitting beside the older cowboy named Emmett who had joined us on the journey. The branding was happening today and I had to bet his wife would be there. "Oh my gosh. John I, how did this happen?" Dropping down on a knee before the two cowboys Kayce and I both removed our hats in the process.

"He cuddled up on his saddle with that blanket. And we laid underneath the stars..." He took a long pause for a breath staring into my eyes. "He never opened his eyes when I came to wake him up...I couldn't have imagined a better way to go."

Wiping some tears away I watched Kayce climb back on his horse and put his head back on his head, eyeing his father. "Best way to go for a cowboy."

"Best way for anyone to go." I replied, climbing back on my horse with everyone riding back to the ranch. Once we got back John immediately rushed to Emmett's wife right as I saw the camera crew focusing on them. "Oh no they don't!"

I attempted to run forward and scold them for filming such a sad moment but Kayce snagged my wrist holding me back with a warning glance. "We don't need to get involved. If they make it turn bad my dad will take care of it." Nodding in agreement I watched John embrace the crying woman in a tight hug.

[prettymorgueboy]

may i please request alucard comforting daughter! reader after a nightmare?

The way I woke up before my shift at 4 am to read this request, truly it made my day, I love Alucard with my entire heart and the Idea of him being a father has my heart melting.

[ Father! Alucard / Daughter! Reader (platonic) ]

Warning(s): None! Just lots of Alucard being a very affectionate and doting father to his child.

Words: 1.1k

Summary: You the daughter Of Adrian Tepes seem to be having trouble sleeping, luckily your father is there to offer you comfort.

The wind outside of the castle slowly seeped in through the old windows, The storm left a soft chill against these old walls, The Tepes household becoming a softer scene when the sun was down. It was the soft clicks against the stone flooring as Adrien climbed the old staircase. He always did this, surely, he could hear any threats coming from a mile away, but since this child came into his life it was almost like he could never calm his soul. The Man’s cape rippled against the stairs as he stepped upon them, skipping one each time. 

Adrian was always a kind man, nothing could change that, but the softness of his plushy heart only thickened when his daughter was near, her hair he did every morning, whether it was a braid, a ponytail or loosely held with a ribbon. Should she ask for the stars he would surely find himself on the moon fishing for them one by one until she was satisfied.

The child was left on his doorstep years back, when she was a mere baby, he considered rushing her to any village nearby but could only imagine the unfairness she would go through as a lady in this time. 

‘y/n Tepes a perfect name for a perfect young lady.’ That is what he said when he tucked her into his arms and cradled her to sleep their first night together. Now nearly a handful of years later he still had her in his care, and he was blessed to call the young girl his daughter. 

He finally arrived at her door, coming to check on her to make sure she managed to rest for the night. He said to himself it was for her safety, but he knew it was to calm his own nerves. The man who had nothing finally had something and he refused to lose it once again. The quiet thoughts in his mind suddenly stopped as he heard sniffles from the other side of the door, his knuckles knocked twice before he stepped inside, seeing the young girl sit on the window seat, curled into a ball as her face was tucked between her knees.

“My little Orchid, what is the matter..” His worry dripped from his lips as he scooped the young girl into his arms, taking her seat as she was now nuzzled into his body, her clammy hands quickly clung to his cloak, her sniffles turning into tiny cries, as she hid in her father's chest.

They sat like that, for what seemed like forever, his hands rubbing her back, combing through her locks of tangled hair before a soft sigh escaped his lips as he asked once again.

“What is the matter dear? Did your dreams turn sour?” The child nodded, wiping her runny nose, her eyes now puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Adrian frowned, wishing he could protect her from even her own dreams, he lectured himself internally, knowing something like that wasn't possible.

“Can you tell me about it? Papa won't leave your side anytime soon; I promise my love.” A soft kiss was placed into his child's hair before she backed up, sitting in front of him but looking out the window, clearly still shaken up by whatever plagued her head as she slept. He was patient, leaning forward softly to take her smaller hands into his, she seemed to calm at the action as he rubbed them with his thumbs.

“Papa…you were gone, I was all alone, it was horrible… Everyone was mocking me for missing you, I had to live elsewhere, and they were so cruel they said horrible things a-and.” She paused and frowned tears slipped from her cheeks, but she had said enough for the man to wrap her back up, holding her close to him, almost as if she was a baby once again.

“Your papa will never leave your side Y/n, I swear by my lucky sword, let god strike me down If I ever manage to part ways with my sweet girl.” Y/n grabbed his hand for comfort, the young girl felt herself become hoisted into the air before being carried back to bed, placed into the messy mix of blankets and pillows that was the child's resting place.

“You are my pride and joy, The smart and sweet little orchid who will bring nothing but pride to the family's name. I will always be by your side, never fear, those nightmares are just the nasty thoughts weaseling into the cracks of your mind my dear.” She smiled softly, he tucked her into the bed, the stuffed teddy bear that was once his was now in her arms, being held with the same sort of strength as he did.

“Papa… Can you stay?” Adrian smiled softly before petting her hair, sweeping the tear-soaked strands of hair behind her ear.

“Did you think your father would be so cruel to leave his sweet girl alone after a nightmare? How dare you." The young girl giggled softly at her father's teases; he pulled the chair up next to her bed before resting his head close to where her head laid upon a pillow.

“Papa.” Alucard looked up and gave her a look as if asking her ‘what is it my dear?’. 

“Thank you for always checking in on me, it makes it easier to sleep.” She smiled before her head sunk into the pillow squishing her face as she and her father spoke softly until her eyes began to fall. 

They sat in silence, listening to the howls of wind for the time being, both of them enjoying feeling safe and at peace within each other's presence. Alucard was at peace; he could keep her safe. Y/n was calm and at ease knowing her father stayed by her side until she was dozing off, the only sounds filling the room being the softest hums from her father and the soft snores of a once again sleeping child.

“I promise to always protect you dear; you have your father's word.” He whispered to her sleeping form, standing shortly after she was surely sound asleep for the night, he made sure to tuck her back in once again, keeping her warm for the night before lighting the lantern in her room. He always thought ahead of things, making sure to ensure her comfort and safety.

“Sleep well sweet one, when the sun rises everything will be alright.” He smiled softly before walking out, both of them at ease until the sun would rise.

This is a tad short but dear god this manager position at work is kicking my ass with the little to no sleep I get. 🫶💕