#sometimes I press my chest when I see it in the mirror and wish for top surgery

[thebearer]

love me tomorrow |carmen berzatto x reader| part three

prompt: after time apart, you and carmen meet up for the first time since the fight.

or part three and the final part of the devastation fic (spoiler- the resolution haha). part one and part two can be found here :)

contains: angst. hurt with comfort (finally lol). mentions of mean!carmen, past fighting. past trauma, family trauma. carmen's been to therapy (yay). language. mom!reader x dad!carmen. fluff at the end, i had to make it a little funny and end on a light note bc it felt so heavy lol. word count- 4.7k+

“He’s here,” Sugar announced, the chime of a doorbell following nearly cinematically. 

Your shoulders tightened, stomach twisting with an ache of nerves you tried to swallow. You were so nervous- why were you so nervous? He’d fucked up, not you. He was here to grovel and beg for forgiveness, not you. Still, you felt your hairline prick with heat, hands clammy when you heard the door opening downstairs. 

“Okay,” You tried to steady your voice, exhaling slowly out of your nose. “I’m almost done.” 

Sugar nodded, not leaving, keeping her post behind you. “You know you don’t have to do this.” Sugar looked at you through the mirror, arms folded over her chest, watching you carefully for a sign- anything that would give her a red flag, make her call this off. 

“I know,” You swallowed your buzzing nerves, jittery in the pit of your belly. 

“I’ll tell him to go away. You give me the word, and I’ll kick him out.” Sugar stood, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you. “Seriously. One wrong word, wrong look, anything, he’s gone. Say the word.” 

You gave a small smile. “I think I’ll be alright, but thank you.” You muttered, looking down at your bare ring finger. You still found yourself reaching for your ring, heart spiking in a panic when you’d see it was gone, only to sink when you remembered why- why you left it. 

“I feel like it’s time.” You admitted, trying to convince yourself more than Natalie. You were still unsure, so jarred and hurt by the last time you’d spoken to Carmen. The things he’d said, how he’d hurt you. “I think we have to figure something out.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Sugar gave you a pointed look. “Trust me, if this was me, Pete would never live that down- never. He’d be at my mercy for the rest of his life, if I even let him back into it.” 

You knew Natalie wasn’t joking, that she would do just as she said, but that was also easy for her to say; when Pete could not fathom ever thinking those things about her, let alone saying them to her. Sometimes you wished Carmen could be softer, a little more like Pete in that way. 

“He’s been going to therapy,” Richie’s voice played in your mind. “He’s, uh, he’s doin’ good. Tryna get better for you, for both of you. He loves you, you know that, sweetheart. He’s just… He’s fucked up, y’know? We all are a little, but he’s workin’ on it.” 

You hoped that was true. For your marriage, for your baby. Sugar and Pete had been taking Teddy to see Carmen. You couldn't bring yourself to see him yet, but depriving him of Teddy felt cruel and inhumane. 

Downstairs, you could hear her gurgling, Carmen’s soft tone greeting her in hushed excitement. It soothed you, even for just a moment, it felt familiar- felt like home. What you’d missed so badly, what you longed for to have again. 

“Uncle Carm, why haven’t you been staying here too?” MJ’s tiny squeak of a voice rang up the stairs, greeting you as you quietly crept down them. 

“MJ,” Pete muttered, shaking his head gently. “C’mon, bud, you know Uncle Carm’s been on a business trip.” 

“Right, yeah.” Carmen nodded, his hand patting Teddy’s back gently, soothing her and him. Just feeling the weight of her back on his chest, it put him at ease. She was bigger now, longer than he remembered, but he tried not to think about that, nose pressing into her soft tufts of hair. 

MJ saw you first, his face falling into a pout. “Aw, does that mean you’re going home?” He whined, looking at you then back at Carmen. “Are you takin’ Anchovy and Teddy?” 

Anchovy skittered towards you, running up the stairs at the mention of his name. He’d been a trooper with MJ and Maggie, both kids enamored with the cat who was less than impressed with them. 

Carmen stiffened at the sight of you, spine rigid, heart skipping and falling in his chest. There was a pause of awkward uncertainty, neither of you sure what to say. “If you’re good,” Sugar stepped in. “Maybe your aunt and uncle will let you play with them a little longer while they go out.” She looked at you, shrugging gently at the suggestion. 

You looked at Carmen, eyes meeting him in a brief, unsure gaze, before nodding. “Yeah, that would be- that would be great, MJ.” You gave a soft smile to the boy. 

Carmen stood, passing Teddy off to Sugar with a quiet muttering of thanks. He met you in the doorway, hand reaching for yours, but stopping himself, pulling back hesitantly. Instead, he held the door open, letting you pass by him first. 

The car smelled like a mix of cleaning supply, masked with car fresheners he’d stuck in the vents. He’d been smoking, more than usual, you were sure of it. He’d gotten down to one a day after Teddy was born, paranoid that he’d give her asthma or a rash or something worse. 

“Um,” Carmen hesitated, his voice shaking in a way that he hadn’t since your first date. “I was… I was thinkin’ we could go somewhere t-to talk?” Carmen’s gaze met yours, lips pressing together, swallowing around the lump in his throat. 

You nodded, your hands clasped in your lap, both of you too rigid, too uncomfortable. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You looked down at your nails. “We could go get coffee? Go to the one by the restaurant.” 

Carmen’s heart burned with a dull ache. The coffee shop a block from The Bear had been a staple in your relationship. When you’d first moved in together, to the shitty downtown apartment to be closer to the restaurant, Carmen would go every Sunday. Sometimes he’d pick up, other times you’d come with him, sit in the corner seat side by side in a booth- like the couples you used to roll your eyes at, lovesick. 

Someone was already sitting in that booth when you got there, so you settled for a small two seater in the back, secluded and empty. Carmen brought you your coffee without asking, he knew the order by heart now, etched into his mind permanently. 

“Thank you,” You muttered, accepting the paper cup, your eyes not meeting his, but your hands brushing. You didn’t pull away this time. 

Carmen sat across from you, a dread filled silence falling thick between the two of you. His knee bouncing under the table. “I, uh, I wanna talk first if-if that’s good with you.” Carmen’s eyes lifted under his ball cap, pulled low on his head, curls peaking out. 

You nodded, twisting the paper cup around on the table, too nervous to drink it. Carmen took a breath, trying to calm his racing mind. “Take a deep breath before you start. It’s ok to take a second to get your words in order, Carmen. Collect your thoughts.” Dr. Mullins’ words rang through his head. 

“I wanna start by saying that I’m sorry.” Carmen looked at you when he said it, eyes rounding in a pathetically sweet way. “I-I’m sorry and I…I didn’t mean anything I said. I would never- It wasn’t you.” 

You looked down at the table, the familiar heat burning in your nose and throat, a threat of tears already. “Hey,” Carmen said firmly, leaning forward. “C’mon, look at me. Please?” You look at him hesitantly, jaw clenching, trying to keep yourself from crying. 

Carmen held your gaze, his lips pressing together in a tight line to keep his own emotions in. “It wasn’t you.” His gaze was intense but soft all at once, holding yours. “It… It was all me. All of it. I-I was overwhelmed, I was stressed, I fucked up, a-and-” Carmen’s voice cracked, breaking at the end, his hand running over his face to try and calm himself. 

You felt your own eyes well with tears, chin ducking closer into yourself, leaning towards him. You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand that rested on the table, squeeze it in comfort like you always did. Instead, you looked at him, waiting for him to continue. 

“And I shouldn’t have said any of that shit because-because none of it was true.” Carmen continued, his voice strained. 

“So why’d you say it then?” You surprised yourself with the firmness in your tone, edging on a snap. 

Carmen blinked, surprised but not entirely shocked. His knee bounced faster and faster under the table. He took a second, holding his breath before exhaling, trying to keep the growing tightness in his chest to a minimum. 

“I was stressed. I was tired. I-I was overwhelmed, and… and I was an asshole.” Carmen admitted, but you still didn’t seem convinced. You knew him better than anyone, better than Dr. Mullins, better than even Fak or Richie or Sugar. 

“I… I was hurting. I was hurting an-and I was so fuckin’ angry. I don’t-I don’t even know why I was so angry.” Carmen admitted, nodding slowly, eyes flickering from your gaze to his hands nervously. “I just… I think I wanted someone to hurt like I was hurting. I just, I don’t know, I wanted someone else to feel like I was, an-and I should have- it was fuckin’ stupid, an-and selfish, and…” 

Your eyes were glassy with tears you tried to hide, blinking a tear that fell down your cheek, wiping it quickly. Carmen’s chest ached, burned with hurt at the sight of you. 

“And I’ve never regretted anything more in my life.” He looked at you sincerely. “I-I-I never said anything more untrue and fuckin’ stupid in my life.” 

“You…” You took a breath, your voice shaking with emotions. “You really hurt my feelings, Carmen.” You admitted looking at him. He nodded, jaw flexing, neck blossoming with splotches of emotion. 

“I just don’t really understand how-how you didn’t mean to say those things. I mean, clearly you-you’ve thought that before.” Your voice lifted higher and higher, climbing with a cry that threatened to break. “I know you’re saying you didn’t mean those things, and I get that, but my problem is you’ve thought them before-” 

“-No, no, I swear-” 

“-You have, Carmen. Clearly you have. You wouldn’t- You didn’t just come up with that shit out of nowhere.” Your voice was beginning to climb, trying to level it out in the cafe, keeping your composure. You took a breath, pinching the bridge of your nose, pad of your thumb swiping the corner of your eye to catch a stray tear. “Just… Just don’t lie to me.” 

Carmen pressed his hands together, trying hard to remember his breathing while his mind was racing. Sugar was right, it was uncomfortable, worse than he could have imagined. 

“You’re right,” Carmen admitted with a nod. There was no point in lying, not to you, you always knew better, knew him better. “I-I did, but not-not like that. Not,” Carmen’s breath hitched, chest tight with a wave of anxiety. 

“You know wh-when I was at the restaurant, and I… I would be ready to rip my fuckin’ hair out. Everything was just goin’ to shit, o-or we’d realize there was a critic on the books, or I’d forgot to order some shit, I’d be going fuckin’ crazy, ya know?” Carmen rambled, words spilling out in tumbles of jumbled truth.

 “I’d go to my office for a second, just to-just to take a fuckin’ breath, and… and I’d check my phone and I’d see a text from you.” His heart swelled at the memory. You’d text him updates through the day, knowing he’d seen him when he could. Baby Teddy in her crib, Anchovy in the bassinet, her outfit for the day, nap time- all the moments he missed at work because you wanted him to see. You had considered him. Carmen missed it more than words could describe the past days, checking his phone out of habit, hoping to see a little OOTD with a smiley face and a wrinkly baby Teddy attached- instead, he saw nothing. 

“I’d just… I don’t know. I was sittin’ there, just fuckin’ stressed o-or angry, and then I’d see that and I-I’d feel,” Carmen paused. Gather your thoughts, gather your thoughts. 

“I felt… I just felt weird about it?” Carmen’s brows pinched together, looking at you for help, unsure. Your face fell, his heart lurching with fear. 

“No, no, no, no. Not-Not like that. I- fuck, that’s not what- I love the pictures. Love them. I-I- They’re the only things that get me through the day, it-it’s not that-” Carmen stuttered out, head dropping into his hands in defeat. Way to go, Berzatto. 

“Felt weird?” You repeated, calm, your way of soothing him. Keeping your voice even, steady without any tones he could read into and spiral. It was second nature at this point. “Weird how?” 

“It made me feel like… like I was, I was missin’ out.” Carmen admitted, eyes shining bright and a little wide like they always did when he’d finally admit something. Wide eyed, scared, almost, like he shouldn’t have told the truth. 

“I felt like, I’m at work, an-and you were at home with Teddy, and…and I felt like I was bein’ a shitty dad. Like I was there too much, an-and I’d miss out on her, and then I’d miss you, I’d just…” Carmen threw his hands out lightly, cheeks puffing with a slow, shaky exhale. 

“I was jealous, maybe? Ma-Maybe that’s the word, but I just… I didn’t want to be there, and I know,” He lifted his voice before you could begin to speak. “I know I’m th-the boss, and-and I get that. And it’s not- it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault you’re home- I’m glad you’re home, I am, because you’re doin’ so much. You are, an-and I know that, I know. You’re-You’re doin’ the most important job in the fuckin’ world, I mean, you’re keepin’ ou-our baby alive.” 

Carmen laughed humorlessly, a scoff that turned into a sniffle, shaking his head. You sat quietly, listening to his words, taking them in with a slow nod. Carmen looked at you, trying to read you, taking in your expressions. Your shoulders less tense, tired, face neutral but he saw the way your lips twitched, holding back a cry. 

“Just sometimes when-when I’d be in the shit, I’d just want to be home.” Carmen admitted. “I’d want to be home, but… but I knew I couldn’t be. I knew I had to-to take care of things, take care of you an-and Teddy, and I don’t- fuck, I don’t mean it like a bad thing. I like doing it, I mean obviously I fuckin’ do, it’s just- it-it’s a lot sometimes and I get-” 

“-Carm,” You cut off his ramblings, reaching across the table, your hand sliding over the top of his, squeezing it gently. 

Carmen thought his lungs might have given out, his heart too, looking down at your hand in awe. Bolts of electricity shot through his body, tingling at his skin that touched yours with excitement. He’d missed this, missed your touch, missed you. It felt surreal, sitting here, feeling you, seeing you. 

“I’m sorry.” Carmen whispered, turning his hand to hold yours. Hands clammy, fingernails bitten to the quick. His fingers intertwined in yours, holding your hand so tightly your fingers tingles. He held your hand like he was scared to let go, like if he did he might never get to hold your hand again. 

“I’m sorry. It-It wasn’t fair. It..It’s not fair.” Carmen squeezed your hand, shaking his head lightly. “You didn’t… I don’t know how to say how much you mean to me.” Carmen looked at you, eyes glassy, red rimmed with tears that gathered at his water line. 

“I, uh, I-I tried to- Well, Richie’s thera- my therapist told me to, uh, to try an-and write out what I wanted to say to you. Take time and reflect and give it to you, but I, uh, I was up all night because I kept starting over.” Carmen rambled on. 

“Everything I was tryna write it just… it didn’t feel like enough. It didn’t do you justice.” Carmen looked up at you, thumb brushing over your knuckle gently. “I felt like it just wasn’t enough. They’re aren’t any words to describe you. To…To describe what you mean to me, an-and how much I love you.” 

You swallowed back a sob, looking into his eyes. An intensity you hadn’t seen since he said his vows, maybe more now. “I-I love you so much, and… and I don’t deserve you. I don’t fucking deserve you.” Carmen choked out, a sob slipping out between his confessions. 

“I-I’m a fuckin’ loser, an-and a psycho, and I-I’m a shitty dad and husband…And I-I’m fucked up, and you-you chose to love me anyways. An-And to marry me, and have a kid with me- start a family with me. And what do I do? I fuck it up, and I don’t deserve you. I never have, an-and I never will.” Carmen rambled, tears sliding down his cheeks freely, leaning towards you, shoulders stuttering with a choking of tears.

“Don’t say that.” You sniffle, shaking your head. “Don’t say that-” 

“-No, it’s true, it’s fuckin’ true-” 

“-No, it isn’t. Carmen, don’t say that.” You reach your free hand out, cupping his cheek across the table, thumb swiping over his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. You held him, feeling the heat in his cheeks, he turned into your touch, breath slowing. 

“You’re not a loser. You’re not a psycho. You’re not a bad dad, or-or a bad husband either.” You leaned forwards, closing in the gap between the two of you, the edge of the table digging into your stomach. “You made a mistake-” 

“-No, that’s-that’s- it’s worse than that. It’s so much fuckin’ worse than that. Don’t-” 

“-You made a mistake.” You said, firmer this time, cradling his cheek in your hand. 

Carmen took a breath, squeezing your hand in his, sniffing deep to keep his tears in. “I don’t… I don’t want to be like my parents.” He whispered, eyes rounding in a scared way. “I-I don’t want to fuck up you o-or Teddy or… I just don’t wanna end up like them. I wanna be different.” 

“You’re not gonna end up like them.” You shook your head softly. 

“No, I-I was actin’ just like them.” Carmen muttered. “Yellin’ at you a-and actin’ like a complete fuckin’ lunatic. Just like them, an-and I don’t wanna live like that.” 

“You won’t.” You reassured him gently, whispering across the table. He shook his head in protest. “Carm, listen to me. You’re… You’re not like them, ok?” 

You could feel Carmen start to shake, a trembling through his system that was a tell-tale sign of a panic attack. Your eyes scanned over the restaurant, filling up with the mid-afternoon rush. “Come on,” You nodded towards the door, pushing your chair back, hand still in his. “Let’s get some air.” 

Carmen didn’t argue, he wouldn’t- couldn’t even if he wanted to. Your hand in his, squeezing his gently, pulling him towards the car. Carmen pulled the keys out with shaky hands, unlocking the door. He reached for the passenger door, but you pulled the back door open instead, surprising him when you slipped in the backseat, nodding at him to follow you. You squeezed into the middle, Teddy’s car seat pressed to your back, Carmen pressed into your side, shutting the door.

“You’re not like them.” You broke the silence, turning yourself towards him. “You’re not.” 

Carmen leaned his head back against the seat, tears leaking out of his eyes. “You-You don’t have to do this, say that.” He shook his head. “I don’t deserve it.” 

“Carmen, you’re not like your parents.” You reached for his hand again. “The fact that you’re scared to be like them, scared and trying to stop it, that shows me you’re not like them.” 

Carmen’s chest stuttered, a hissing of a cry leaving his lungs. “You made a mistake.” You swallowed, your own heart aching. “But… But that doesn’t mean you’re as a whole a bad person. It just means you made a mistake, and if you learn from it and become better, then it’s ok. It’s a lesson learned.” 

Carmen nodded, eyes squeezing shut, tight like he was trying to keep everything in. “I just…I really fucking miss you.” Carmen admitted through a wobbly voice, eyes still closed. “I-I really miss you, and… and I want you to come home.” 

You shook your head, tears sliding down your cheeks. “I miss you too.” You whispered, squeezing his hand. “I missed you so much.” 

Carmen turned, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you tightly into him. His nose pressed into the top of your head, breathing in detergent that didn’t smell like what you used at home, shampoo, too. You held onto him, fingers digging into his shoulders, pushing him further and further into you until it felt like your bodies were meshing together, fusing into one. 

Whispered apologies shared through teary, wet sniffles filled the space. Carmen’s nose rubbing against yours, hesitating before he kissed you. You pulled him into you, finally soothing the aching longing that had built in your chest, your lips catching his, the two of you staying unmoving, wanting to feel the other. Clinging to each other, hands grabbing, lips parting, Carmen pressing you against the car seat, hand cradled on the back of your head. 

“I-I understand if you still don’t wanna come home.” Carmen muttered, breath hot over your cheek, nose rubbing against your skin. “But I really fuckin’ miss you.” 

“I miss you too.” You muttered, lips buzzing against his neck, tears hot and trickling onto the collar of his t-shirt. “I-I want to come home.” 

“A-Are you sure?” Carmen’s eyes lit up with hope, though he tried to hide it, the way he always did; too scared to let him get too excited, too hopeful because he always feared it would end. 

“Yeah,” You whispered, nodding gently, balling the back of his shirt between your fingers. 

“Yeah?” Carmen repeated, lips pressing together to keep his cry in, a different one this time. One of relief. For the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe, like his lungs weren’t constricting and on the brink of collapse. His mind didn’t race and cloud with delirious confusion. No, here and now, holding you, Carmen had clarity. 

The both of you stayed in the back of the car, holding the other, chest to chest until your heartbeat became the same, steady rhythm, matching the others. 

Carmen held your hand on the drive back, pressing wet kisses to your knuckles, trying to wipe his eyes of any tears. “Can’t let Pete see me cryin’ again.” He muttered. “That was a new fuckin’ low.” You had giggled softly, enough to have his heart fluttering. He’d never admit it out loud, not now, anyways, that he was thankful for Pete. How he’d taken care of you, of Teddy, of Anchovy. He’d stuck up for you, even if it was against Carmen, and that meant the world to Carmen. 

Pulling into Sugar and Pete’s house, Carmen shoved the gear shift into park, his hand still in yours, both of you sitting in each other's company for a minute longer. Just a little bit longer the two of you, before you had to face the others. 

“Oh, uh, one more thing.” Carmen’s thumb ran over your knuckles before he let go of your hand for a moment, raising up in the seat to dig into the front pocket of his jeans. 

“I, uh, I brought your rings back.” Carmen’s voice dropped, a shake in his words that matched the shake in his hands, pinching your wedding band and ring in between his fingers. 

You swallowed at the sight, Carmen holding the ring between his fingers, it took you back to years before when he’d proposed. Nearly as nervous as he was now, just as shaky, but for a different reason. 

“You don’t have to put them on or anything. I don’t- I’m not tryna make you do that, it’s your choice, obviously. I just,” Carmen took a breath, looking at you. “I thought you might want them back.” 

You paused for a moment, looking at the rings, the sting of the last time you saw them still burning and aching in your chest, but this time, it wasn’t as crushing. It was more of a dull ache, a tiredness that came with it instead of devastation. 

Reaching out, your fingertips tickled his palms, gathering the two rings in your hand. You looked at them, turning them over in your hands. “Thank you,” You mumbled, looking up at Carmen. He swallowed, giving a nod, trying to mask the hurt that you hadn’t put them back on- you didn’t miss it. 

“Do-” Your voice caught in your throat. “Will you put them back on?” You blinked at him, wide eyed, asking so sweet, Carmen thought his heart might give out entirely. 

You held the rings out towards him. “Will you put them back on for me? Please?” 

Carmen didn’t deserve you. The notion rang loud over and over in his head again, throat burning, welling up with tears. He didn’t deserve you. You were too good, too fuckin’ good for him. 

His hands trembled, holding yours and slipping the rings back onto your ring finger, back to their rightful place. Carmen twisted them, a deep breath of a sob that was threatening to break filling the space. His fingers intertwined with yours, free hand cupping your jaw, pulling you into a kiss over the console. 

Sugar looked out the window, peeking through the blinds. “What’re they doin’ out there?” Pete whispered behind her, like the two of you might hear them. “Do they look happy? Sad? You don’t think it went bad, do you? I mean, Carmen can be-” 

“-Pete,” Sugar snapped with a soft huff. “Look for yourself.” She moved, biting back a small grin. 

Pete slid in her place, pushing the blinds apart, sneakily looking out the side of them. He could see the two of you in the car, Carmen’s hands on the back of your head, holding you while you leaned across the console in a deep, passionate kiss. 

“Well, lookie there.” Pete grinned, letting the blinds fall. “I guess there was a happy ending after all.” 

Sugar rolled her eyes, lips twitching in a small smile. “He still has a lot to make up for. I hope she didn’t let him off the hook too easily.” She grumbled, crossing her arms. “But I am glad they made up. I would kill Carmen if he fucked things up with my favorite sister-in-law.” 

Pete let out a small laugh, looking out the window again. “The kids are gonna miss Teddy and Anchovy when they go back. MJ’s gonna be devastated they’re taking them.” Pete muttered, Sugar nodded. 

Pete paused for a moment, looking behind him with a soft frown. “Y’know, this is gonna sound crazy, Nat, but I’ll be kinda glad when Anchovy is gone.” Pete admitted in a hushed tone, like Anchovy might hear him. 

Sugar snorted lightly. “Yeah. Except MJ and Maggie will be begging for a cat of their own. They’ve already started and I told them-” 

“-No, I mean,” Pete turned, watching the orange cat slink around at the top of the stairs, Anchovy glaring down at Pete before disappearing to the guest room. “I don’t think that cat likes me.”

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 28

Prompt: Cockbulge Pairing: idol!Mingi x costumer!Reader WC: 4k Summary: It’s not that you’re a prude, you just want to make sure Mingi knows that everyone can see everything when he wears those velvet pants. Unfortunately for you, he likes it that way.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Mingi or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

Additional TW/CW under the cut.

TW/CW: Reader is described with fem sex characteristics, Mingi has a big dick, sort of painful sex, drunk sex, adversarial sex, both parties are into it. Mingi is a bit of an egotistical shit. Cumming inside. Oral (m receiving). Unrealistic bulging.

potential writing pet peeve warning - i try to write drunk slurring into the dialogue seewwwww. yeah.

 It was apparent to you that no one had ever talked to Mingi about the importance of a dance belt. Sitting in the darkness of the audience as the boys lined up for their costume checks, the lines of his “little Mingi” pressing against the lush baby blue velvet interrupted the flow of the fabric. You jot down on the yellow legal pad “ask manager-nim to talk to the boys about proper undergarments.”

 Cornering Mingi alone is a process that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. He’s a social butterfly, always entertaining himself by chatting with one person or another. Traveling in a pack or duo no matter where he went. The clock was ticking and you could feel each second pulse deep in your chest. Donning a measuring tape and tucking a pencil behind your to look more official you finally screw up the nerve to grab him from the hallway into the dressing room.  “Mingi! I just need a quick second from you, if you can. Privately?” Smiling, you try to look nonchalant in front of the two others in his current circle.  The man sticks out his lower lip in an over dramatic pout but as your face remains neutral he gives into the request quickly. “Why in private, miss?” Mingi asks, dressing room door snapping shut with a swift click.  You clear your throat and try to be anywhere but here, in this moment. “What do you know about dance belts Mingi?”  He blinks a couple times and pouts. “Aren’t they like…thongs that squeeze your junk?” The tone of his voice matches the distaste that crosses his face.  “Well, kind of. They don’t have to be thongs but-” you stutter, searching for your next move. Mingi continues to look at you, expression blank as he waits for you to collect yourself. “You know you have a nice body right?” He nods. “Really nice long-” you choke and rethink the approach again. “-trench coats look on you. I mean most things do. But. You see- when you dance and sometimes when you stand and really it’s probably just the lights but for me-” you shake your head. No not for you. “-for an experiment have you ever thought or considered wearing one?”  “One what?” Mingi looks as lost and confused as your babbling.  “The velvet pants. We can see it.”  “It?”  “Your…your penis, Mingi, we can damn near trace every vein for some reason. Can you please wear a dance belt?”  Mingi smirks. Cocking an eyebrow at you as the heat of embarrassment strangles you. “Did you like the show, miss?” He bites at the skin of his lower lip, eyes flitting from your stunned face to his crotch. Weight shifting back onto his heels, you realize just how tall he is, even standing relaxed like this.  “Mingi I- oh my god- can you just wear one?”  He nods with some consideration, “do I have a choice?”  “Obviously, it’s your underwear.”  “Then no.”

 Mingi watches you through the dressing room mirror even as the makeup artist drags pink lipstain over his lush lips. As soon as he’s done with makeup he starts palming himself through the velvet pants. Letting his cock chub up and strain further against the fabric. Now that he knew that it was seen, he had to be sure that he was fully ready for the show. He studies your face as the heel of his palm pushes against the shaft, watching you glare back through the glass, challenging his gaze. He likes that you’re watching him, even if it’s with disdain. The subtle touch isn’t enough to get him fully anywhere, but still it twitches in interest.

 You continue to glare as he rises from his chair and sidles over to you. Side bag full with a mini kit strapped to your hip, you glance around the room. Everyone else is too busy with their own preparations to notice the tension growing between the two of you as the distance decreases. Remaining seated in your folding chair you refuse to jolt up to attention, no matter how much your legs want to.  “I’m assuming you need me to stitch you in?” Searching your bag for the needle already threaded with the matching powder blue of his pants. All in the name of preserving the carefully tucked hem of the shirt as the artist danced on stage.  “Last thing I have to do.” It doesn’t escape Mingi that you’ve been pointedly looking anywhere but below the belt on him as your fingers carefully pluck the fabric of his shirt and pants together. .“Haven’t you wondered how big it is? I assume you’ve thought about it if you’ve been looking.”

  “I try not to actually-” you mean to explain how you try to not look at him that way, anywhere near that way, that it was actually him who was making it more difficult for you to not look there. Instead he interrupts you with a smile.   “So you do think about my cock. Noted.”   He’s slick and cocky. “Mingi that’s not what I-” part of you wants to stab him with your needle.   “Thanks for telling me about these pants,” he nods down at you, “gives me time to make sure I look good from all angles.”   You can’t hold the exaggerated roll of your eyes. Close like this you can almost see the veins running up it, its almost comically large in comparison to his muscular frame. “As long as it still fits-” you start to sigh, alluding to the obvious compression of the fabric.   “I’ve always been able to make it fit.”   He drops it so nonchalantly, winking with his tongue out. Sitting there frozen, your cheeks heat up, a loud gulp echoing through your fuzzy skull. Okay so maybe you want him. Maybe his cocksuredness had won you over despite how stupidly audacious he was. EIther way you were completely embarrassed and kneeling eye level with his bulge. At this angle, you start to understand why people of all genders throw themselves at this massive loser of a man. At this angle he looks more massive than loser.   You cough and resume your work, averting your eyes as much as you can  Was he even wearing underwear? The thought enrages you for a second, getting ball sweat on his fucking costume. That second of rage is enough for you to channel that flicker into a particularly pointed jab through the fabric and into your finger.   “Fuck-cock-shit-” you swear and suck your wounded digit, scowling at nothing in particular. Mingi’s hand wraps around your arm and lifts you from your knees. A sudden caring gesture from the giant.   “Is it ok?”  “Yeah, it’s good luck to get costumer’s blood on your outfit anyway,” you mutter. Still scowling down at the pearl of blood you push to the surface to gingerly stick the finger back in your mouth. He didn’t need luck. You did.   Hiccuping your way down the hall of the hotel the company had reserved the golden numbers listed on the doors blur together. Exhaustion and drunkness threaten to consume your legs from underneath you as the walls sway. Your roommate had left the afterparty earlier than you, assuming that you wouldn’t self sabotage.   That was her mistake.   When the drinks are free and the next day is taken up by airports and hotels, there was no reason for you to stay remotely sober. Not with the hard road ahead of you. You fully lean against the wall as you rummage through your tote bag. Fucking needed to replace it. No pockets. It was a black hole which ate all it came in contact with. You start patting your body. You must’ve put your keycard somewhere.   You lightly tap on the door to no response.  Knocking harder still you hear someone say to come in. A man. Which is strange but maybe not that strange?   You knock again.  Clad in the hotel branded bathrobe and fisting a can of beer your eyes meet the chest of…not your roommate. You start your slurred apology before the person tugs you into the room.   “Are you crazy? Do you know what time it is? We’re both going to get in trouble.”  Blinking to clear your vision you stop apologizing long enough to look up into the face of Song Mingi. His skin is freshly washed and pink, chest bare beneath the robe.  “Yer the one who pull’d me’in here,” you slur.  “You’re lucky that I’m the door you knocked on. It could’ve been much worse.”   It’s impossible to control your burst of laughter, loud and punchy. “Worse? Yeeer the guy whoz been TORMENTING me with his dick. Every day it’s just- dick and cock.”  Poor Mingi, who’d been sipping the dregs of his beer, nearly spits the rest to the floor as the words leave your mouth. This tiny thing rambling drunkenly about his member in a fit of rage is immediately hilarious to him. “I knew it. I knew you wanted to fuck me”  “Asssssss if,” you sneer. “It’s just morbid curiosity. Nothing more. You’re like a-a-a-well something you can’t look away from thats just so repulsive it’s like- I want to-need to stare.”   Mingi fully laughs, his eyes turning into little crescents as he fights tears of pure joy. “Do you want to just look? I have no problem showing you.”  “Whaddya mean,” you stare at him crossly, leaning forward to try to look intimidating. “Don’tcha think I’ve seen bigger?”   Biting the corner of his bottom lip he glances down his loosely drawn robe. Holding the can of beer suggestively close to himself he looks meaningfully back up into your eyes. “You have to ask. Won’t do anything without you asking for it.”  Now or never. Do or die. The liquid courage coursing in your veins the next words out of your mouth should feel like more of a mistake than they do.  “Alright, if yerr soooo proud of it. Show it.”  Mingi’s robe parts just down to his belly button. His body is naturally nice, not especially built but made of lean dancer muscle. Still keeping just the little bit of softness that makes you want to wrap yourself around him and-  “What do you want me to show exactly?” He bites his lip and grins. The fucker.  You roll your eyes back at him and swat at his stomach, “your fucking dick you dick. Show me before I get bored and leave.”  His lip bounces free of his teeth. Fuck, you want to kiss him and ride him til he cries. The twist of anticipation tightens in your gut not even daring to look where his hands travel down. You can see his muscles tense as he undoes the knot in the belt.   “You’re not even looking,” he watches you intently as the belt goes slack. Your chest rises and falls with quickened nervous breaths. Eyes darting everywhere but there as your tough facade shakes. Mingi steps closer, it’s easier to avoid looking now that his body is almost touching yours. The warmth rolls off of him, his hand finding yours. “Wanna touch first?”   You nod, letting him place your hand up square on top of his sternum. His heart beats fast under your fingers. Or maybe you’re still feeling your own. Trailing down the smooth expanse slowly, his mouth hung loosely open as he breathes, letting you take your time. “‘S hot,” you mutter, unaware your inner monologue had leaked out.  “We can do something about that.”   “Yeah, okay.”  Mingi’s hips press into yours and he pulls you by your belt loops back into his room with him. Your addled brain screams curses in as many languages as you can summon as his extremely obvious bulge presses against your stomach. He’s actually fucking huge. He wasn’t bluffing or stuffing or exaggerating in the slightest. He smirks listening to your gasp as you waddle to the bed, still connected at the hips.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mingi tugs you over his thighs letting you do the towering for once as he leans back on his elbows. “You can’t say anything about this.”  “Same to you, dickwad,” you spit back quickly. “If I catch you bragging to anyone, I’ll sew your inseam so fucking high-”   Mingi laughs, “are you giving me the NDA speech?”  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” you place your hand on his chest to steady yourself as you wind your hips. The bulge below you feels like heaven.  “Ah! Shit-jeans-off-,” Mingi chokes back a whine, “please. Hurts-”  He looks like a rockstar, robe sprawled open and cock throbbing caged in his black boxer-briefs. Once you’ve looked at it you can’t stop staring. The seams of his underwear fit snugly around his thighs as his length strains against the fabric. The elastic of the waistband barely hangs on as his cock continues to grow. “God yer fuckin’ huge,” your mouth waters as you stumble, jeans getting stuck at your ankles, hand steadying you on his thigh.  “Yeah, I know. You scared?” He asks, eyes half lidded. He almost sounds hopeful.  “Issa trick oftha ligh’ errr…the stitching.” You fumble through loose excuses. He really can’t win this early, you curse your drunk tongue for letting the words slip.  “Touch it then, scaredy cat.”  Defiant look in your eye, your fingers skim his quads. His eyes close and brow furrows as you get closer and closer. He’s trying to hold back but the twitch of his hips betrays him, small choked whine catching in his throat. It’s hard to contain your devilish grin as you palm him and feel it throb against you. “Now ‘o can’ look, scaredy cat. Imma ride yew wouldn’ surVIVE.”

 Mingi’s abs kick in as he tenses. “Why are you like this? Can’t you just admit it. I won.”  ‘Yer gunna cum in yer fucking boxers. Issat really winning?” For added measure you lean over and press your lips to the stretched fabric. Mingi lets a pained noise out of his nose, chest heaving.  “Do it again.”  You make a show of it, pulling the fabric taut as you kiss up the length of the bulge. Its difficult to see much as you look upwards, more for the effect than the ability, but you can gauge his reaction by the way his thighs tense at your sides. A sick satisfaction wraps itself around your neck, this man who has only been trouble for you writhing in your grasp. The veins running up his lengths pulse prominently against your lips as you kiss the clothed lump again. Mingi’s toes tap rapidly in frustration.  “Please.”  You want him to beg louder. As uncomfortable as it is you drag your tongue up the fabric listening to his reedy breaths. Fingers looping behind the elastic waistband of his underwear you tug it down his hips letting the excess catch over the head of his dick. A small dark patch forms as his hips buck up into your face, into the cloth. His pleas come out in muffled consonants caught, bitten, between his lips.  Mingi pants. “I need-pleasepleaseplease-hurts-”

 In a single swift tug you free his cock, springing back up against his stomach with a thwack. Pink tip turned an angry red, it continues to leak as you salivate over it. Fantastically thick, veiny, and tapered neatly it takes two of your hands to wrap around the length and hold it up.   “See?” He huffs triumphantly. “‘M big.”   “-hands jus’ small.” You spit onto his length and pump it. “‘Ve seen bigger.” A lie. Your lips curve around the tip, barely taking the first quarter of him into your mouth before you give up, cheeks ballooning comically.   Mingi angles his cock to hit the inside of your cheek, watching the swell and cave as he thrusts upwards to meet you. He likes to see how taut he can make it. Your spit leaks down and around him, onto your small fists working the substantial amount of him that can’t fit into your mouth. “You think you can take me?” The words were meant to be a challenge but sound more hopeful as they leave his mouth.   Wordlessly you rise from the floor to straddle him, his hands wandering your body, drinking in as much as they can take. Groping and moaning you rut against each other, slicking up his length with your release.   “Wanna see how big I can stretch you baby. Think I can make that cute lil tummy bulge? Think you can take all of me? God, I wanna see you try.” His hands squeeze your ass and thighs, squishing the flesh between his fingers. You lean backwards, wedging the head of his cock against your tight entrance. The spongy tip just barely disappears into your slit, Mingi takes the perverse pleasure of watching you wince as it pops in and out of your tight ring of muscle. “That’s just the tip and you’re already tapping out?” He goads.

 Determined, you slide forward more and take more of him, sucking air through your teeth. Your folds strain to accommodate him, ridges and veins throbbing as you try to stuff more of him into your stretched walls. They throb, he throbs back. Mingi’s thumb rubs circles over your clit almost as an apology of sorts.  “‘M not done,” you grit your teeth defiantly. “I c’n take more.”   The second he sees your jaw drop in silent pain he grabs your by your hips to hold you aloft. Concern washes through his body. Most people at this point tapped out, about three quarters of the way down, really any farther than half was just for show. There’s no point but pride. Besides that the sight of your folds wrapped snugly around him, juices dripping down towards the base, is enough to have his head cottony. It was really even enough for him to just watch it go in, you could’ve tapped out at the tip and he’d have been satisfied just to see you struggle with that much of him.

 The alcohol has definitely done its job to cloud your discomfort as you roll and rock your hips to coax yourself the rest of the way down. Finally relaxing your burning thighs as you sit on your throne, gravity aids you in fitting him fully inside.   “Ahhhoohhhh my god,” Mingi moans, nearly blacking out from the spike in blood pressure. He’s desperate not to cum now. To finish now would be akin to admitting defeat, admitting a lack of mastery over his body. His chest caves with a tense exhale. “You’re so fucking tight. I’ve gotta be the biggest you’ve ever had.”   As much as you also don’t want to lose, it’s hardly in your capacity at this very moment to bluff. Your walls spasming around him is betrayal enough, much less your hand sneaking down to feel where he stretches you. “I c’n feel you,” you say in wonder with your hand over the slight distension in your pelvis.   “Yer jus’ toting this thing around?”   “Oh fuck-yeah.” It’s not meant to be an answer to your question. He’s biting his lower lip to keep himself focused as you gyrate. No matter how wet you are, the vice grip your cunt has on him as you slide yourself back and forth has him grasping at the edges of insanity. Part of him wants to tell you to just use him, treat yourself. The other part is feels the primal urge, the singular goal, to fuck you so hard he leaves a lasting impression no other man could fill. Without thinking his hands migrate to your waist, bruising grip egging on your winding ministrations.   Legs weak and wobbly already you collapse forward and brace yourself, both hands on the headboard. This obscures the view of his own cock spearing you just enough to reverse the stun locked man into action. Holding you in place his hips jut up into you, each thrust punching out more air from your lungs until you're barely able to hold yourself up.   “Mingi, mingi, MINGI. Holy shit- holy fuck- listen-oh fuck-” legs shaking so violently you can barely hold the rest of your body together, the spring inside you snaps violently back into place. Sparkling sobriety hits for a second before a cockdrunken wanton fog settles in the space the drink had left.

 Mingi is smooth with the transition to fucking you, he has extra length to work with. You feel almost seasick as you spin back into the cushiony mattress, unsure of how your legs ended up in the air with your muscles suddenly getting to relax.   “You wanna know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he asks through gritted teeth. Slowly he drags his length along your walls, pushing your shirt up to see the small bulge he makes in your lower stomach. “God I’m going to fucking enjoy taking you apart like this.”   “Oh my god, Mingi-” you whine, clasping your hands over your burning face, embarrassed at how good he’s making you feel.   He bats your arms to the side and pointedly rolls his hips again. “No, you’ve been such a bitch to me this whole tour, I wanna see you with a smile on your face.”   Your eyes roll back and he thrusts deeper, the force driving your hips higher up into the air. “Oh fuck me- Mingi-”   “Tell me how big I am.”   “God damn it, you’re fucking big.”   “How big?” His hips drive the point home, your stomach bulging. “I’m the biggest you’ve had, right?”   His cock bruises your gut, punching up into you like the monster he is. The threads of sanity that you cling to pull apart with each drag back. To add insult to injury, he doesn’t even watch your expression any more, eyes locked to your lips stretched around him, sucking him back into your velvety walls.   “Yeah, fuck, okay. The biggest. Fuck me. Oh I can feel you.” You practically gurgle as he fully sheathes himself again.   Mingi pats the protrusion of your stomach as he keeps his hips tight to yours, rutting into his own palm through you. Your warm wet heat feels delicious wrapped around him. There was a world somewhere where he could afford to be totally obsessed with this, with you. You shiver and clamp around him again, knees pinching his hips. “Did you just cum again?”   Eyes half closed you nod.   “That’s hot.”   “Don’ stop. Please.”

 Normally rebellious to your requests, Mingi follows this one to a tee. Holding your hips in his massive hands he pulls them up even more, almost stacking on top of you. With the change of angle he’s perfectly positioned to piston into you unimpeded. The tip of his dick slamming straight into your frontal wall as you choke on your own breaths. The world spins as your oxygen dwindles and alcohol remnants drown your inhibitions. Chanting his name like the crowds do nightly you shake. Your climax hits the both of you like a train. Mingi can’t hold himself back, your tight walls milking him as they pulse and pull him.   “Ah shit, oh fuck,” he swears as his hips slam forward, unable to turn off his primal impulse to sink as far into you as physically possible. Pumping you full he’s near to passing out from a combination of lust and exhaustion. Lowering your legs and then himself, his head rests on the bed next to yours, it’s almost peaceful, almost.   “Iffyou tell a soul eye’ll hem yer pants a centimeter short you big bastard.  Mingi lets out a single puff of a chuckle.   “Eyejusss need’d to blowoff steam. ‘Kay? One. Time. Thing.”   He’s only half listening as he closes his eyes and yields into your softness. Maybe one time thing. Maybe.

[mirokata]

me fr

I think I might be genderfluid???

I don't really know, but I've noticed sometimes I feel like a plain regular woman and sometimes I'm like... I wanna be a boy? But I wanna keep looking really girly, so like... a femboy???

And it's so weird, cause like, I'm already a girl, who looks like a girl, why would I want to be a boy who looks like a girl???

[valiwrites]

hi, hiii! I see you haven't gotten any requests for my ultimate fave, Pedri, so could you do like, lazy mornings with him? Thank youuuu!

yay! finally someone requests fav player 🫦

JUST US

pairing: pedri gonzalez x reader

type: fluff

warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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The first thing you noticed was the warm, familiar weight of Pedri’s arm draped over your waist, his face nestled against your shoulder. The room was still dim with early morning light, and everything felt soft, peaceful—the world hadn’t quite woken up yet, and neither had the two of you.

You shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but even the smallest movement was enough to make him stir. His grip tightened around you, pulling you closer. “Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

You laughed softly, brushing a few stray curls from his forehead. “I wasn’t going anywhere, promise.”

“Good,” he whispered, his voice a warm murmur against your skin. He buried his face in your neck, pressing a sleepy kiss there. “Stay right here.”

You didn’t need much convincing. With a sigh, you settled back into his embrace, letting yourself relax into the warmth of him. Everything felt so calm, his steady breathing, the softness of the sheets, the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. These quiet mornings together were a rare luxury, and you couldn’t help but savor every second.

After a few minutes, Pedri stretched beside you, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he blinked up at you, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “Good morning,” he murmured, reaching to brush his thumb over your cheek.

“Morning,” you replied, mirroring his smile. You leaned in, brushing a soft kiss over his lips, which he gladly returned, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck.

Neither of you was in any rush to get up, so you just lay there together, tangled up in each other, sharing quiet, sleepy conversations and occasional, soft kisses. Pedri’s fingers traced gentle patterns along your arm as he talked about his week, about upcoming games, about whatever little things popped into his mind. You listened, nodding along, soaking up the sound of his voice and the little moments you rarely got to experience when life got busy.

“Is it crazy,” he murmured, his eyes drifting to yours, “that I wish every morning could be like this? Just… you and me, nowhere to be.”

“Not crazy at all,” you replied, snuggling closer, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. “I’d love it if we could just pause time sometimes, you know? Just freeze the world and stay right here.”

He smiled, brushing his fingers through your hair, letting them rest at the nape of your neck. “I’d do it in a heartbeat if I could.”

Eventually, his stomach growled, making both of you laugh. “Guess we can’t stay in bed forever,” he said, sitting up reluctantly. But even as he tried to get up, his hands still lingered on your arm, almost as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go just yet.

You finally made it to the kitchen, where he started clumsily gathering ingredients, determined to make breakfast. “I’ll handle the eggs,” he announced proudly, grabbing the carton from the fridge. “You just sit there and look cute.”

You laughed, watching as he cracked eggs into the pan, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. It was a little chaotic—he fumbled a bit, muttering under his breath whenever he dropped something, but you loved watching him. There was something incredibly endearing about seeing him so relaxed, so unguarded, just him in his sweats, cooking for you with that messy hair and that sweet smile.

Finally, he turned around, holding two plates, his face lighting up when he saw you waiting there. “Told you I could handle breakfast,” he said, setting the plate down in front of you with a proud grin.

You took a bite, nodding in approval. “I’d say you did pretty well,” you teased, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Guess I’ll keep you around.”

Pedri chuckled, his arm sliding around your shoulders as he pulled you close, resting his head against yours. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And as the two of you sat there in the soft morning light, wrapped up in each other, you felt nothing but warmth and peace, knowing that, for now, he was right where you both wanted to be.

[tourturestarradio]

could we get nsfw/kink hcs for nami and robin with a dom!male s/o? please and thank you!!!

𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇★

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬”

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prompt: Nami/Robin X Dom! male reader hc!

Warnings: p in v, oral (fem receiving), spanking, crying, overstimulation, fingering, mirror sex, praise/degrading, orgasm denial, nipple play,

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

sfw

When you first joined the crew she thought you were gonna be a Sanji 2.0 so she was a little rude/harsh towards you at first.

But once you started to get comfortable she wasn’t as mean but she still treated you like she would anyone else on the crew.

During a serious mission she for sure thought she was a goner, until you swooped in and helped her.

But that doesn’t mean she’s a damsel in distress! So don’t treat her like one!

But after a little while she grew close with you, teasing and flirting with you, she thought it was cute how you reacted.

she’d drag you out to go shopping with her all the time and after prepare to carry all the bags she had.

you were a real sweetheart, a little shy at times, but your looks didn’t help much you were big a muscular scars and a few tattoos scattered around your body.

so it shocked her one night to see a completely different side of you she wished she seen earlier.

Nsfw

She had been poking fun at you all day for a little slip up you had while fighting

At dinner you had got up and left after she had made another jab at you.

Did she feel bad? No. But she didn’t want you to feel bad so she decided to come bother you some more.

she liked to bother you no matter your mood if it meant getting her brains fucked out then so be it

sometimes you were gentle but more often than not you were rough and unforgiving

she loved it when you praised her, but call her a slut, whore, your little slut be mean to her slap her around a little bit

“Finally! Took you long enough!” She sighed rolling her eyes, You stared down at her “here to make another joke Nami?” You asked, she chuckled “you know me too well~” she said nudging your arm.

However you sighed just wanting to go to sleep, Nami didn’t catch onto that. Well she did she just didn’t care.

“What’s the matter? Still upset about what I said M/n?” She smirked, you didn’t answer prompting her to lean closer giving you a good view of her cleavage, “aww big boys got no words-“ without warning you pulled her into your room slamming the door shut you pressed her up against it.

“What the?! hey!-“ she hushed when she saw your usually bright eyes looming down at her, your arms caging her in. She chuckled knowing she was getting to you “yaknow M/n you look kinda hot like this, all serious” She stated leaning close to you.

Her chest pressed right up against yours, she opened her mouth to speak again but you placed your hand over her mouth “Nami, for once in your life to close that pretty mouth of yours.”

Oh…your voice sent shivers down her spine going straight to her core, she pressed her thighs together causing you to raise a brow a smirk growing on your face.

Your hands made there way to her waist “oh? You like when I talk to you like that?” You asked, her face grew hot as she looked away “what! No!” She gasped feeling you smack her ass “no lying pretty girl.” She bit her lip looking away.

You cocked your head to the side “now who’s the silent one?” You tease, “I-!” Just as she went to fire back she went wide eyed feeling you press a kiss a against her lips.

Almost instantly she melted into it, hooking your arm under her legs you lifted her up carrying her over to your bed.

Your hands roamed over her body, breaking the heated kiss you moved down her neck. Kissing and biting along her neck, she let out tiny whimpers, she moved her hand in between her legs but you had stopped her.

“That’s my job pretty girl.” You stated carefully sliding off her clothes soaking her up “wow” She closed her legs shouting “stop staring!” Laughing you apologized, carefully you glided your hands to her thighs spreading them apart.

Pressing kisses against her thighs she blushed “so wet and I didn’t even do anything to you” you muttered dragging your thumb up her folds. She stumbled over her words “s-shut up!” However she was quickly hushed when she felt you take a lick up her pussy.

“A-A warning would’ve been nice M/n!” You glanced up at her “my bad.” Once again you licked at her pussy placing her legs on your shoulders. Her moans filled the room as she gripped at your hair.

You were surprisingly good at this? She jolted when she felt your fingers press into her slowly, “h-hey slow d-ahh! Down a bit” she moaned.

You pushed your fingers in and out as you licked up her juices, your tongue flicking skillfully in her.

You pulled your mouth and fingers away causing her to groan, “don’t worry you’ll be fine.” Sliding off your clothes, Nami gulped “oh…” you were a lot bigger than she thought.

“Nami you’re staring” you teased, she hesitantly pulled her eyes away you pressed another kiss onto her lips whiling pulling open your drawer next to your bed you poured some on your cock.

holding Nami’s legs open you pushed into her slowly her eyes widened and she gripped onto your shoulders her nails digging into your flesh.

Breaking the kiss she moaned “ah!~ M/n ngh~“ she moaned burrying her face into your neck. You chuckled “I’ll go slow just relax okay?” You hummed.

The more you pushed into her the louder her whines and moans got. You slowly began to thrust in and out “a-ahh! Hah~ Faster!” She groaned tossing her head back.

You picked up the pace fucking into her pretty pussy low groans leaving your mouth “fuck baby. You feel so good.” You praised, she clenched around your cock. so she liked it when you praised her? Cute.

Placing one of her legs up on your shoulders you thrusted in and out her eyes rolling back tears brimming in her eyes “o-oh fuck~” her moans were so cute.

“g-gonna cum!~” she whined, you chuckled wiping the tears from her cheeks, her moans rung out through your room. She clenched around you gripping your sheets, so so close but her sweet release was stopped.

her head shot up staring at you “wh-why’d y-you stop?” She glared, you laughed “you really thought I was gonna let you cum that easy? After how you’ve been acting?” You hummed.

Nami flopped back whining knowing she was in for a loooooong night.

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sfw

When Robin met you, you were very suspicious of her reasonably so, but you really didn’t trust her

Eyeing her up and down every time she got too close, Luffy tried to get you to be a little nicer to her but you stayed away

it took a while but you grew to like Robin, maybe she wasn’t as bad as you thought, you’d ask her about history and would hang on her every word genuine interest filling your eyes

she liked you, you were awkward but sweet. It was cute seeing you interact with the others and her

she loved it when she could tell you interesting fact about the past, you called her your study buddy

she was comfortable a with you but she wouldn’t share much with you not wanting to get too close with you for reasons

even though she didn’t mind being close with you she still a little bad about making you care so much about her

Nsfw

Her first time with you was so nerve wracking she liked you but she was so scared for some reason

you reassured her carefully, your touch was so gently and kisses were soft. You took good care of her that night, she kept those marks you lefts hidden from the rest of the clue well most of them Nami spotted it and gave her a devious smile safe to say Nami still bothers Robin about it

After that every now and then you and Robin would fool around, but every time she would shy away from making any noise

And she would avoid looking at herself which irritated you, sooner or later you were going to stop her from doing that

she didn’t mind it if you degraded her but! Don’t do it a lot she liked to be praised more it made her a little more good about herself

you always thought it was cute how she blushed when you praised her or how her eyes would wander when you took off your clothes

“Robin why so shy? I’ve already seen every inch of you.” You asked rubbing her hips, she looked away “no, no, no, look at you baby. So pretty for me” you hummed kissing her neck. She looked at herself “just don’t like looking at myself is all…” she muttered turning her head away from her reflection.

You glared lightly holding her chin turning her head towards the mirror as your other hand slowly spread her legs “Robin, baby I need you to look.” She stared at herself then at you. Pressing kisses along her neck and shoulder “look at you…so pretty.” You hummed.

Your fingers rubbing circles onto her puffy slit, she moaned quietly holding onto your hand, tilting her head back she kissed your lips her cheeks red.

You pulled your hands away, bringing your hand up to her lips she took two fingers in her mouth, you could feel your boner growing harder as you looked into the mirror, you other hand cupped her breast fondling them.

As her tongue danced around your fingers you could feel yourself growing antsy, pulling your fingers out of her mouth you pushed them into her petty pussy she clenched around your fingers as a moan left her mouth.

Your free hand pinched and twisted her sensitive buds “s-so good, feels so good M/n…” she whimpered, you pecked her on the lips “you’re not slick Robin baby.”

Tilting her head back she jolted feeling you smack her thigh “every time you look away you get punished” you hummed thrustings your fingers in and out.

Robin moaned keeping her eyes trained on the mirror placed in front of Your bed “this i-is so hah!~ lewd” she muttered, you chuckled “good.”

your thrusts getting more intense as Robin gripped onto your wrist “I-I’m close…” she mumbled, closing her eyes for a moment before they snapped open again another smack was sent to her thigh.

Biting her lip she bucked her hips forward “that’s it baby come on you can do it…” you muttered in her ear, going down to her neck you began to suck on her neck.

She gripped into you tightly “c-cuming! Please l-let me a-ah! Please” she begged, aww how cute “of course gorgeous”

Just like that she released all over your fingers her breathing heavy.

“Good girl, such a good girl just for me” you smiled kissing her lips. You looked back feeling hands all over your body pulling back onto the soft sheets.

Robin climbed on top of you “more…please?” Your smile grew even wider “of course baby.”

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A/n:hope you enjoyed!!!!! Have a good day/night!!!!!

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ insecurities they think are beautiful – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: my first post eek! this is pretty self-indulgent shdjsj but i hope it makes someone else feel a little better about themselves as well ◡̈ enjoy!

⭑ stretch marks

he literally thinks they're so pretty, and can't understand why you'd even be self-conscious about them in the first place— as far as he's concerned they only make you even more beautiful. nothing makes his heart ache more than seeing you pulling down your shorts or skirt in an attempt to hide the pretty marks residing on your thighs. he likes to trace over them when the two of you are cuddling, fingertips grazing over each mark adorning your skin while his eyes are filled with nothing but adoration, hoping that in time you'll start to appreciate them just as much as he does.

⤷ bokuto, sugawara, goshiki, inuoka, koganegawa, washio, kita, aran

⭑ hip dips

he often finds himself staring at your hips, unable to take his eyes off them— it doesn't help if you're wearing something a little tighter than usual that hugs your figure in all the right ways. the last thing he wants is for you to feel as if he's judging you, but he doesn't miss the way you subconsciously try to hide yourself from his gaze whenever you notice his eyes wandering and he swears he feels his heart shatter a little more each time. if he catches you looking at your body in the mirror for a particularly long time, he'll come over to you and rest his hands on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze as he looks at your reflection with a tender smile.

⤷ iwaizumi, suna, yamaguchi, akaashi, aone, semi, sakusa

⭑ soft tummy

in his eyes, your tummy is just the cutest thing, and he sometimes has a hard time keeping his hands off you. he likes to randomly come up behind you when you're just going about your day, hands wrapping around your waist before discreetly slipping underneath your shirt to squish the soft flesh. after a long day, the only thing he wants is to come home to you and rest his head on your tummy while you play with his hair— and usually, that's exactly what he does. with the way he presses his lips against your skin and nuzzles into you, it's hard to feel insecure around him as it's so obvious how much he adores you.

⤷ osamu, yamamoto, komi, matsukawa, daichi, kai, futakuchi

⭑ imperfect teeth

he absolutely loves your smile, it's one of his favourite things about you. it was one of the first things he noticed about you when the two of you met, and it still makes his heart flutter just as much as it did back then— nothing breaks his heart more than seeing you erupt with laughter without a care in the world, only to hide the lower half of your face behind your hand a few seconds later. he won't hesitate to grab hold of your wrist, gently prying your hand away and granting him a full view of your cute smile. who cares if it isn't entirely perfect? it only makes him adore you even more, and he wishes you could see what he sees.

⤷ fukunaga, kuroo, hanamaki, nishinoya, konoha, hoshiumi, komori

⭑ small chest

he honestly doesn't even understand why you don't like them. he's not trying to invalidate your feelings or anything, he just… doesn't get it. whenever you express any sort of insecurity regarding your chest size, his response is always “but there's nothing wrong with them?” because he genuinely thinks you're perfect just the way you are. he encourages you to wear tighter or lower cut tops that accentuate your chest, and won't hesitate to let you know how pretty you look, feeling his heart flutter when he sees you smile bashfully and grow a little more confident from his words. likes to tell you that when he hugs you it just means your hearts are closer together <3

⤷ yaku, oikawa, kunimi, tendou, hinata, kenma, atsumu, hirugami

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

[writtenbowss]

Self indulgent Adam x reader...that man....he's got one strong grip on me and idc atp :3

Adam x winged!sinner!reader

Takes place after the final episode, he gets judged again and is now a sinner in hell, new member of the hazbin hotel!

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Sometimes you wish you didn't bend to Charlie's will so easily when she used her puppy eyes, she knew you had a weakness for cute things despite your colder demeanor, it was this weakness that had led you to taking care of the first human, dick master as he wanted you to call him, Adam. Who nifty had swiftly killed and now lives in the hazbin hotel after being re-judged as a sinner, though still injured.

You begrudgingly walk into his room where he is admiring himself in the mirror....again. he doesn't look that much different from when he was an angel, just more demonish, kinda human in a way? His wings are now a charcoal black from being disgraced from heaven. You groan and cross your arms, your own wings tucked in since you didn't have the power to just magically retract them....that would be nice though.

"Adam. You should still be in bed, resting." You say with an annoyed tone, he just looks at you before starting to flirt with you again for the millionth time, although with more backhanded compliments and insults thrown in this time. "C'mon cold tits, you sure you wanna hide this body? I may be one of you shitheads now but I say this dick is still holy~"

....yeah no. You go over and force him back onto the bed, having forced him back into bed countless times before since he doesn't seem to grasp the fact that his wounds aren't fully healed, he grasps your wrist, quickly dragging you down successfully this time, he had tried before but never succeeded...

You land on top of him, eyes slightly wide as you keep your arms propped up so you're not on your hands and knees on top of him....what an embarrassing position, you had to get off him quick, but he was quicker. Without thinking he wrapped his arm around your back in an attempt to make you stay, smirking and winking at you as you look down with slight uncomfortableness apparent on your face. Your wings move so that he's not touching them, you never liked anyone touching your wings because their a little sensitive in some spots, although Adam had tried to disregard that boundary in favor of trying to tease me by attempting to touch my wings which earned him a slap across the face once.

His hand slipped up your back, causing you to flinch slightly, it felt weird. You thought about punching Adam, not caring about his healing wounds, until that thought was tossed out your brains window when his hand grazed the base of your wing which caused you to gasp and flinch. Dear God cock, when was the last time someone massaged there? probably no one but it felt nice, like you had just found a comfy spot on your bed, your ears slightly brushed as you felt embarrassed being this kind of vulnerable in front of him.

He instantly noticed your reaction, his smirk turning into a full blown grin as he realized he found a delicate spot on the infamously cold (name), his rough hand then pressed and moved slightly at the base of your wing which made you flinch and sigh somewhat contently.

He continued moving around the base of your wing before you full on collapsed on him, laying against his chest looking like you're about to fall asleep, he chuckles and finally says something "looks like you're not so difficult to deal with after all, cold tits"

It sounds somewhat like mockery, but he honestly has grown some feelings for you, he enjoyed a challenge anyways! Now that he's seeing you like this, all sleepy and laying against him he can't deny that he wouldn't mind being like this with you, even if you glare at him yet don't stop him as he ends up massaging the base of your wings as you lay completely flat against him.

This feels like complete bliss, even if it's by someone you don't really like, you can't deny that it's lulling you to sleep. Maybe it's because he has his own pair of wings that he knows how to maneuver his hands against your back, now under your shirt that's surprisingly, not in a sexual way. It's quite nice, actually.

....he looks down again after spacing out for a second, seeing you asleep against him. Honestly, he thinks that you and him can maybe become more than just cocky asshole and a cold sinner...just maybe.

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RAHH IM SORRY IF THIS FEWLS RUSHED THIS IS LIKE PRETTY SELF INSULGENT SO UHHHHH

[shrimshrim4fun]

Headcanons for Camellya:

Note: How do I see nothing about her 😭 Nobody writes about her, does nobody want content about her? I’m planning on posting about her more this week, anybody interested at all 😓

SFW:

-A very bit tease. Makes light jokes about how you do certain things but cannot handle other people teasing you. Even if it’s jokingly, she will glare at them and is proabably planning how she’s gonna torture them

-Loves clinging onto you especially when she’s napping. The vines from her body sprout out and wrap around you to keep you close not wanting you to leave. Her head usually pressed up against your chest as you both lay in the sun

-Your house is now filled with different flowers and plants. So many flowers everywhere. Even though there are so many the scent is pleasant like an alluring perfume. She loves it when you help take care of them with her. “How considerate of you, helping me water all of them. I hope you’re as excited as I am waiting for them to bloom…”

-Hates it when you’re out of her sight. She’ll find some way to keep track of where you’re going. In some way absolutely despises all your friends saying that they’re keeping you away from her and that you should get rid of them. Shes also really possessive always having a hand around you in public or clinging onto you. She’s obsessed and hates when you leave her side. “They’re trying to deprive me of the one thing that can make me happy. Oh isn’t it so mean of them…but don’t worry I can make them all poof if you let me”

-Sometimes she gets hurt on purpose because she knows you’ll give her extra attention that day to tend to her injuries. She never gets injuries but she’ll make injuries on herself and dismisses it if other people ask. But with you she’ll be so exaggerative when you ask her about it and you’re the only one that she allows to treat her injuries. She love seeing the worried look on your face as if you actually cared. Usually these injuries are large and bloody. She’ll look at you fondly with a smug smile on her face as you tend to them. “Aren’t you gonna kiss them well? I promise that I’ll feel 100 times better if you kiss it better for me”

NSFW:

-Very expressive and loud. She doesn’t care if others can hear her, she’ll only giggle before getting louder. Will tell you how much she loves what you’re doing and how happy she is. “Oh yes~ you’re so good it’s making me crave more…MORE”

-A massive masochist. Love any and all pain you inflict onto her. The more it hurts the better. Temperature play, whipping, paddles, anything you want. Probably a sadist as well but more enjoys it when you inflict it onto her. She moans so much more every time you cause pain on her body. Will stare at herself in the mirror afterward to admire your work.

-Loves leaving marks on your body especially if it’s any that someone else can see like hickeys on your neck. So so so many claw marks on your back. A lot of the time she draws blood on these marking and will lick the blood away. Loving the metallic taste in her mouth. After sex, she sometimes stares at them with a proud smile. Isn’t too much of a biter but will occasionally nip your neck to catch you off guard. “Oh your even more beautiful like this, I wish to make you bleed my dear~”

-Mirror sex is a huge turn on for her. When you bend her over and slam the strap into her ass. My hand tugging her hair up as she sees herself in the mirror. The saliva slipping down the side of her mouth and how messy you two are entangled together like two vines.

-Aftercare consists a hot bath together and laying in bed. Usually with her laying against her, as she traces the red claw marks on your back as she hums softly. Your hand gently rubbing her back as you reassure her. The smell of her shampoo engulfs your senses as you nuzzle into her neck

[reguluskeys]

jegulus snippet - 1036 words - i’m a very amateur writer </3

cw: self hatred (im projecting)

cody if you see this no u don’t

The moment James saw Regulus in the astronomy tower that night, he knew something was off. He had his legs to his chest and was resting his head on top, staring at the stars. James slowly walked towards him, and sat down with one leg dangling over the edge.

Regulus either didn’t notice him or was simply choosing to ignore him, so James tried again to get his attention.

“Reg? You ok?” James nudged the boy's shoulder. When Regulus finally looked over, James saw the face he’d seen a million times from Sirius, only- well it was different. While James could read every signal on Sirius’ face to know exactly how he was feeling, Regulus seemed to have a wall up. His lips were pressed into a line and his eyebrows were knit together into almost a scowl, but his eyes… His eyes were filled with a deep sadness that James wished he could pluck from Regulus and give to himself, just to never see it on the boy again.

Regulus’ eyes flickered, looking James over, before turning back to the night sky. “I’m fine,” he mumbled. James let the silence sit between them for a minute as he too stared at the Stars. He wondered if Regulus or Sirius were out tonight.

“Well… Something’s definitely wrong… but you don’t have to talk about it! I’ll be your ‘shoulder to cry on or whatever they say!” James gave Regulus a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

Regulus tried to hide the small smile but James caught it immediately and laughed. “Oh! Is that a smile? Did Regulus Black just smile?” Regulus rolled his eyes but the smile didn’t fall. “Well this must go in the history books. Wizards for generations must learn of the- dare I say gorgeous - smile that you have. Personally, I feel blessed-!” Regulus cut him off with an elbow to the stomach but James just kept laughing.

“Shut up!” Regulus said, laughter in his voice. “My smile isn't- it's not ‘gorgeous.’” He let one of his legs fall and dangle over the edge, mirroring James.

“Uhm, yes it is! You even give Sirius a run for his money! Don't tell Remus I said that. Or Sirius.” At the mention of his brothers name, the smile on Regulus’ face faltered. James immediately noticed.

“Hey, you ok? Did I say something wrong?” James leaned towards Regulus and lightly put his hand on the boys shoulder. Regulus tensed and went slightly red, though James barely noticed.

“I’m fine,” he paused for a moment. “Merlin it’s just, why does Sirius treat me like I'm still 9?!” Regulus let out a frustrated groan and let the other leg fall over the edge. “Yes, I love Sirius and I want to make amends but I can fight my own battles, I can make my own decisions! He acts like I'm still the crybaby who would sneak into his room at night because I was scared a bogart was in my room, or the kid who never spoke to anyone but him because I was scared to embarrass myself.”

Though it was probably not the best moment, James was enchanted by Regulus. He’d never heard the boy speak that many words at once, let alone the amount of passion and emotion.

“I love him but sometimes I just want to strangle him or drown him in the lake!” Regulus made a vague gesture, strangling the air in front of him as though it was Sirius’ neck. James let out a small snort that Regulus thought sounded weirdly similar to that of a stag, but the thought was overtaken by the sudden embarrassment. His face was suddenly bright red.

“Well now that someone has heard my incoherent ramblings about my brother I must either kill you or myself, and right now I'd rather it be me, so goodbye James. Tell Barty he can’t have my money.” Regulus said in a completely monotone voice and began to stand up on the ledge.

“Hey wait! If you kill yourself now you’ll never be able to beat gryffindor at the quidditch match- well not that you would, i’m the best captain the schools ever seen, but you wouldn’t even get to try!” James scrambled to pull Regulus back down next to him. Regulus huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, i won’t kill myself. But in exchange for you hearing that… I need to hear one of your secrets now. Not that James Potter would have much to hide.” Regulus rolled his eyes and James let out a chuckle.

James had never been a private person, everyone knew when he liked a girl or if he hated a class. Everyone could tell when a marauders prank was about to be in motion because James simply did not have a poker face.

There was one thing though. Something not even Sirius knew. His small smile didn’t falter as he looked straight ahead and spoke.

“Sometimes, I really, really hate myself.” James spoke in a calm voice, as if he’d just stated his favorite color, and not something that had just shattered Regulus’ view of the entire world. The boy just stared at James, and when he finally realized Regulus wasn’t going to say anything, he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don't think I'm a bad person… I have great parents, great friends, I get good marks, I'm a quidditch captain, and if I tried hard enough I could get almost any girl I wanted, but…” James moved his glasses off his face and held them infront of him. “I don’t know I guess, sometimes there’s just something in the back of my brain telling me i’m a terrible person- that everything I do is wrong or that i’m not doing enough. Then I think about all the things i’m lucky enough to have and I hate myself even more for even having those feelings in the first place.”

Regulus took a moment to truly look at James. Not the dumb-jock facade he showed the school, no he looked at the James who despite being the embodiment of sunshine, was burning inside. The James who had bad days and the James who sometimes hated himself.

[coloursflyaway]

fic prompt if youre interested: charles is hanging out by himself and accidentally meets 2 other ghosts and finds out they got married in the afterlife and absolutely goes crazy over it bc hes like you can get married in the afterlife?? ghost weddings exist??? should *i* propose to edwin???? and he cannot stop thinking about it and one day he's just like "edwin, do you think we should get married?" and edwin is like charles wtf?

Hi! It took some time, but here's the fic ♥

Because My Heart And His Are The Same

Pairing: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.000

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“Let's get married”, he tells Edwin, quickly crossing the distance between the mirror and the desk, and this gets a reaction at last, Edwin’s head whipping up to stare at him. “That’s what we have to do. I talked to the witness and her husband, and I’ll tell you about the case later, but they got married when they were dead, because the whole Til Death Do Us Part thing, that should work the other way around too, right? Like, if we are already dead and we get married, then there is nothing left to part us. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Charles and Edwin get married before they even know they are in love. (They find out twenty years later.)

“...and once we had met, it was almost like destiny. It took maybe a few weeks, but after that, we both knew that we were it for each other. Soulmates, I guess you could call it. Sometimes, I wonder if being dead just makes it easier to decide these things, like life falling away allows you to focus on the important things.”

Marian, the witness Charles set out to interview and got completely sidetracked by, looks over to the man next to her, and her eyes are so warm and so soft and so grateful that it does something to Charles’ head and chest that he isn’t sure he likes. Something is growing there, caught between happiness and jealousy and, mixed in between, the feeling he occasionally gets when he looks at Edwin.

For a fleeting, almost unnoticeable moment, he wishes Edwin was here, without knowing why. Apart from the fact, of course, that he usually wants Edwin there with him.

“And we ended up thinking how to go on from that, because I would like to move on at some point in the future, but I would never be able to leave Sebastian. It wouldn’t be Heaven without him there, if that is where I will be going, and it would be Hell for him. Seb’s always been a romantic, or so he tells me, and he came up with an idea that was so strange that we figured it might work.”

Another smile, another look, a nod from Sebastian, and the feeling in Charles’ chest pulses, presses against his ribs like it is trying to break free.

“You see”, Marian continues, “Til Death Do Us Part, when you promise that alive, that means you will be parted once you’ve died. So, Seb figured, if that is true, then Death might not be able to part us if we get married when we’re already dead. Of course, here’s no guarantee that it’ll work, but then again, it can’t hurt to try either. So, eight weeks after we met, we went to find a priest that could see ghosts and we got married.”

She reaches out to take her husband’s hand, but by now, Charles’ mind is reeling to the point where he barely notices it, where the smitten expression on her face can’t fan the emotions blooming in his chest any more. They’re still there, and might stay for a long time, but at the moment, they just don’t matter.

“And that’s the story how I ended up with such an overly-long, hyphenated name. I don’t mind it, though, I wear it with pride, since it’s ours, and-”

Marian is about to launch into another bit of their story, and usually, Charles would be glad to listen – he, just like Sebastian, is a romantic at heart, always has been – but he can’t, not now. Not when he might just have received the most important bit of information since he first listened to The Special’s self-titled album in 1987. A proper revelation, this might be.

Because it makes sense. If marriage is something that can only be broken by death, then getting married after you have died should make it unbreakable. Right?

“I have to go”, he blurts out, then adds, both to be polite and because he really, truly means it, “but thank you. Like, seriously. Thank you so much.”

“Edwin! Edwin, come here!”, Charles yells out even before he has fully come through the mirror, too excited to hold onto the words for a second longer, “We have to do something!”

There’s a moment of silence, which means that Edwin is absolutely not moving, like he should be, then, “Do what, Charles? You seem quite flustered. Did something happen with the witness?”

Edwin isn’t even looking up from where he is bent over the desk, studying an artefact or reading a book, obviously not understanding the seriousness of the situation at all. It should be exasperating, but Charles only feels fond, the affection blossoming in his chest enough to cut through the excitement.

“Get married”, he tells Edwin, quickly crossing the distance between the mirror and the desk, and this gets a reaction at last, Edwin’s head whipping up to stare at him. “That’s what we have to do. I talked to the witness and her husband, and I’ll tell you about the case later, but they got married when they were dead, because the whole Til Death Do Us Part thing, that should work the other way around too, right? Like, if we are already dead and we get married, then there is nothing left to part us. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Charles feels the idea buzzing through his body like he remembers caffeine doing when he was still alive, making him rock on his heels, fingers tangling and untangling, even if Edwin is still only staring at him, eyes wide and mouth open.

“...we can’t get married”, Edwin finally answers, slow and soft, like he is still piecing the words together, like he is still navigating his thoughts even as he is speaking them. “We are… both boys.”

Sometimes, he forgets how different Edwin’s time was; sometimes, he forgets that even as they have become part of a new era, one in which neither of them has ever lived, it usually takes Edwin longer to catch up with how things have changed.

“Get with the times, Edwin!”, Charles tells him, grinning, because for once, he is the brains, and he is the one who has done his research before coming here. “It’s 2006! We can go to the Netherlands, Belgium, Canada, Spain or South Africa. I’ll even let you choose. We could do a little honeymoon-like vacation after that, too! The only thing we have to do is find some kind of official there who can see ghosts, and voila! Married.”

It’s so easy, it’s such a great idea, Edwin just has to realise it. And he will, Charles is certain of it. After all, Edwin is brilliant.

“But-”, Edwin breathes out, and there is another moment of silence, one that somehow feels breathless, feels heavy with emotion that Charles cannot place; something momentous, terrifying, life-changing. “….you would want to marry me?”

“Of course.” It’s the easiest question in the world to answer, even if Edwin asks it like it should be impossible to do so; it’s Edwin, it’s an extra bit of hope for them to stay together, like they should, have to, will. “You’re my best mate. I don’t wanna leave you ever, so it makes sense, doesn’t it? Doesn’t have to be romantic, not to us. But if Death ever does catch us, we’ll be able to go, absolutely not, death can’t part us, it’s the thing that brought us together. Brills, right?”

And there is another pause, just as breathless, just as life-changing; Edwin drops his gaze, and when he answers, his voice is soft in a different, a hopeful way.

“Yes. You’re right. That would be brills, indeed.”

They’re on the rooftop, watching the sun rise, because the agency feels crowded with Niko and Crystal sleeping on the couch, and Edwin’s hand is in his, just where it belongs.

They haven’t had much time to themselves lately, so this feels like a treat, a few peaceful hours they have carved out to just be with each other, enjoy these strange, beautifully changed circumstances of their relationship. Because they are beautiful, Charles thinks as he strokes his thumb across Edwin’s knuckles; they are beautiful because being with Edwin always is, always has been, because they were meant to be friends for three decades and they are meant to be much more for the rest of their existence, because he loves Edwin the most of all, and always will.

“We should do this more often, coming up here”, Edwin says softly into the light of the morning sun, and his voice feels like a balm on every scratch on Charles’ soul. “It really is quite pretty. And I have always loved the sunrise.”

And I have always loved you, Charles wants to say, but doesn’t; he doesn’t have to, Edwin knows.

He’s right, too: the city is just waking up underneath them, dawn is painting the sky pink and peach, the clouds scattered across it like sea foam. It reminds Charles of South Africa, of watching the sunrise on the beach there, and…

“Oh, God”, Charles blurts out before he has had a second to think, half-laughing, and knows Edwin is looking at him with one perfect eyebrow raised without turning his head. “Oh God, I just realised something. Edwin. I kind of figured you were my boyfriend now, or something, but you’re not. I can’t believe I forgot about that. You’re my husband.”

And he’s laughing, because how do you forget about being married to the love of your afterlife? And yet, how do you not, when you’ve only fallen in love with him two decades after marrying him?

It takes Edwin a second, but then he joins Charles, hand tightening around his fingers, and there is something so precious about Edwin’s laughter, especially when it sounds like this, carefree and incredulous and happy, that Charles thinks he might be falling in love with him all over again.

“If it’s any consolation, Charles, I had forgotten about it, too”, Edwin tells him once their laughter has died down, a smile still on his plush lips; Charles almost kisses it off them. “Even if it was quite a beautiful wedding.”

“It was.” It had been warm and sunny and quick, just them and a lovely older woman, a kiss to Edwin’s cheek and a lie about being too timid for public affection, a long walk on the beach afterwards and the elation of a little bit more hope that they would never have to part. “We should do it again.”

“What?”

“Get married.” He’s only had the thought for a split second, and yet Charles can almost see it in his mind: a proper ceremony this time, with Crystal and Niko there, writing vows and kissing Edwin senseless after he says I do, and meaning it differently this time, still meaning it the same way as the first time, too. “We should get married again. Marry me again?”

The question startles a surprised sound from Edwin, something in between a laugh and a gasp, and his eyes are as wide as they were the first time Charles proposed it. Proposed to him.

“But we have permission to stay here now”, Edwin counters, soft and warm and intrigued; his fingers tighten around Charles’ and Charles wants to slide a ring on one of them and never see Edwin without it again.

“I know. Doesn’t make me want to marry you any less”, he tells Edwin and can’t help but smile, can’t help but let the excitement, the love colour every word of it. “There’s so many more countries we could go to now, and there are no records of it anywhere, so we could get married in each one of them. I want to marry you on a beach and in a church and on top of the highest building we can find. And if that stupid department ever changes its mind, and Death finds us, we can tell her, she can’t split us apart, because-”

“-because death is the thing that brought us together.”

“Exactly.” Charles smiles, touched that Edwin remembered his words from back then, and is fairly certain that, if Edwin still had blood flowing through his body, he would be blushing. “A dozen times, at least.”

It takes a moment, but it is one Charles doesn’t mind waiting for, because then Edwin says, “Alright. I’ll marry you. Again.”

“And again?”

“And again”, Edwin replies, soft and sweet, and Charles loves him, then adds, “And then again, if you want to. Husband.”

And this time, Charles gives in, wouldn’t know how to stop himself, and kisses the love and the surprise and the happiness right off Edwin’s lips, and thinks about how they’ll taste after having said their vows the next time, and the one after that, and the one after that, too.

And clutches Edwin closer, and thinks, and the one after that, as well.

And kisses that thought onto Edwin’s lips, too.

[enhyunj]

Hiii can you do a fic abt reader who is insecure about her chest being small with Jay or heesung?

IN EVERY WAY | P.JS

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pair: bf!jay x afab!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: mentions of body image issues and other insecurities + self-doubt :<

note: chose to write this for jay but if you want smth similar for heeseung lmk!! Enjoyyy

You stood in front of the mirror, frowning as you adjusted your top for the third time that evening. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in your head pointing out all the things you wished were different about your body. Your chest, in particular, was something that had always made you feel self-conscious.

As you tugged at the fabric again, a soft knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. Jay poked his head in, his usual bright smile softening when he noticed the troubled look on your face.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He was already dressed in his usual effortlessly stylish way, and his presence alone made you feel a little more grounded.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, but the way you avoided his eyes said otherwise.

Jay frowned slightly, moving closer until he was standing right behind you, both of you facing the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. His warmth was comforting, but you couldn’t help but tense up a little.

“Hey, talk to me,” he murmured, his voice gentle as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “What’s going on?”

You sighed, feeling a lump form in your throat as you tried to find the words. “It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t feel great about how I look right now.”

Jay’s hold on you tightened slightly, his brow furrowing as he looked at your reflection in the mirror. “What do you mean? You look amazing.”

“I don’t, though,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just wish… I wish I had more, you know… curves. My chest is so small, and it’s hard not to feel insecure about it.”

Jay’s eyes softened as he listened to you, and he turned you around gently so you were facing him instead of the mirror. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he met your gaze with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Y/N,” he started, his tone earnest, “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re beautiful in every way, and that includes everything about you, just as you are.”

You bit your lip, feeling your eyes well up with tears. “It’s just hard sometimes. I compare myself to others, and I feel like I don’t measure up.”

Jay shook his head, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I get it, I really do. But you’re perfect to me, every single part of you. And it’s not about what you don’t have; it’s about who you are. Your kindness, your strength, your smile—those are the things that make you beautiful. And as for your body… I love every inch of it, just as it is.”

His words hit you hard, the sincerity in his voice making your heart swell. You looked down, feeling a bit shy, but Jay tilted your chin up, making sure you were looking at him again.

“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” he said softly, his forehead resting against yours. “And if you ever doubt that, I’ll be here to remind you how incredible you are.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips, even as a tear slipped down your cheek. Jay kissed it away, his hands still cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” Jay replied with a grin, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m not going anywhere.”

As he held you close, you let yourself relax into his embrace, the warmth of his love seeping into every part of you. With Jay by your side, the insecurities that had once seemed so overwhelming now felt a little more manageable. You were still a work in progress, but with Jay’s unwavering support, you knew you’d get through it, one step at a time.

[a-very-good-girl]

His Kitten

My hands tremble slightly when I pull the brand new dark grey tail from its box. I stroke the soft fur gently and admire the quality of my new toy. Our new toy I correct myself as I weigh the metal plug in my hand. It’s heavier than I expected. Sir asked me to really think it through before I made my choice. Like he didn’t know I would pick the large one. With a smile I reach for my brush. I’m determined to make the tail look as pretty as possible for our premiere. I can’t wait to see the look on my owner's face when he sees it.

I look at the time again. He should be home soon and my heart flutters at the thought of his intoxicating scent, his warm body, and his irresistible voice. That dark rumble of his, sometimes soft as a summer breeze against my naked skin, and sometimes just as hard as the stone floor I so often kneel on. He holds the key to my arousal in his voice, and he knows it all too well.

When the tail has the desired fluffy shape I put a small amount of lube on the tip of the plug and walk over to the end of my bed. If Sir was here he would have me suck the plug until it was dripping and then use it as my only lube. But without his direct orders I do as I want and I moan silently when I bend over the bed. The large mirror is right behind me and when I look over my shoulder I can see my naked body presented in an inviting pose. I spread my legs even further and catch a glimpse of my bare pussy—newly shaved in the shower—just for him. Then I hold the plug to my tight hole and add pressure. It starts its heavenly penetration but all I see is the grey tail. The plug is indeed large and I gasp as it makes it way deeper inside me. I’m always too eager and Sir’s calming words echo in my ears as I try to control the urge to just take a deep breath and bury it deep. Sir likes when I’m in pain but he doesn’t want me injured. The stretch when my little hole welcomes the plug feels amazing, and I moan loudly as the flare spreads me open. With a final push the plug sinks into place and I can for the first time see how cute I look wearing my new long tail. I arch my back and grab both my cheeks. Sir will be very pleased with me, I know he will. He always reminds me of how well he knows me, but he often seems to forget that I know him equally well. The sound from my phone pulls me from my thoughts and the display announces a text from the one I’m impatiently awaiting. Home in just a few min.

I can barely breathe normally, my excitement is making my heart race and with a stomach full of butterflies I kneel obediently in the middle of our living room. My dark hair spills over my shoulders and I run my hands up and down my thighs. I’m unable to stop my fingers from tracing the soft skin on my inner thighs all the way to the center of my body. I run the tip of my fingers over my most sensitive parts and a stream of heat travels from my core as I circle my clit. I allow my fingers to press on my little button and I wish for the thousandth time today that Sir would walk through the door. Beside me lies the tail, and when I tug it I’m instantly reminded of the large plug that keeps the tail in place.

Suddenly I finally hear him opening the door and I instantly place my hands on my thighs again. I feel so playful—yet obedient—and I’m even more excited to see his reaction than I could imagine. From the humming sounds he lets out as he puts his jacket on the hanger I can tell he’s in a good mood. Hard footsteps are soon replaced with softer footsteps as he takes off his shoes. I hold my breath as he enters the living room and he stops the second he sees me on the floor. I meet his gaze and my heart takes a leap in my chest. They say that your eyes are the mirror to your soul, yet I have never before met a man with such expressive eyes. Proudness and love shines in Sir’s dark eyes as he looks back at me. I can see how he takes in my naked body, and when his gaze falls on my new tail a grin spreads on his face. For a second I recognize the desire raging in him but then he regains control of himself and slowly walks up to me. His strong hand lands on my head and he caresses my hair. With just a small stroke he’s letting me know that my initiativ is highly appreciated. Then he walks over to the couch and I crawl behind him on all fours. My tail follows me and I feel it with every move I make. Sir sits down on his favorite spot and I take my place at his feet. With a smile he leans forward and catches my chin between his thumb and index finger. When he locks his gaze with mine I melt in his warm stare.

”Who is my favorite pet?”

”I am, Sir” I smile back at him.

He strokes my chin with the back of his hand and the loving gesture makes my heart flutter again.

”How did I get so lucky, kitten? You are all I ever dreamed of.”

A small blush spreads over my cheeks and I rest my head against his palm. I love his praise but sometimes he makes me speechless. Sir pats on the couch—a clear invitation for me that I’m allowed to sit next to him and I quickly advance. I struggle to control my need to touch him, to kiss him deeply and let my hunger for his touch consume me. The desire to pathetically beg for his touch must be tamed, yet I know how much he enjoys seeing me lose the battle against my needs. With no small amount of effort I manage to sit still beside him even if my whole body is screaming for attention. My pussy is so wet I’m afraid I will leave marks on the fabric under me. For a second I see a shadow of cruelty in my owner’s eyes, but then he reaches for my arm.

”Come here, kitten,” he then says as he pulls me up in his lap. ”I crave your kisses.”

Without blinking I straddle him, sink down on his noticeable bulge, and the satisfaction I feel when he lets out a quiet moan is enormous. I know I’m his greatest weakness but I admire his self control. The plug in my ass and the long tail makes me both needy and playful. I lean in as if I was going to kiss him but instead I let our noses touch. Very gently I rub the tip of my nose against his and when he places his hands on my waist I continue. With my nose I greet him; I rub my nose along the bridge of his nose, over his bearded cheeks, and around his lips. I stroke his face with mine, as a real cat would do, and breathe in the scent I love. His masculine scent mixed with the fresh scent of his cologne. It always makes me think of how he kissed me under the lemon tree in the botanical garden, and he smells so good I want to lick him.

”You really are my playful kitten today,” Sir murmurs approvingly. Then he tugs hard on my tail and I moan loudly as the plug presses at the opening. I reward him with licking his lips and he tugs again. A soft purr escapes me and I playfully bite his lower lip. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans and the thought of being filled in both holes makes me dizzy with need. I grind impatiently on his lap, silently telling him what I want. What I need.

”I was planning to ask you about your day but I think you have other plans, don’t you kitten?” Sir growls as he digs his fingers into the soft skin of my hips. I nod and he tugs again. My moans fill the room. ”Is this what makes my cute little pet behave like she’s in heat?” He can’t hide the grin on his face as I eagerly nod again. His fingers find their way to my clit and when he feels how swollen I already am he lets a finger glide over my wetness. I can’t stop myself from grinding hard at his hand and finally he lets one of his fingers slip inside me. I know how tight I must be with the large plug pressing in my ass, and when Sir withdraws his finger it’s coated in my needs. Without a word he puts his finger in my mouth and I suck it clean. The taste of my arousal is something he always wants to share and this time is no exception. His lips crash against mine and his tongue demands access to my mouth. Soon I have my arms around his neck and we get lost in the feeling of each other. When I finally gasp for air all I can think of is his cock buried in me.

”Tell me what you want, kitten. Use your words.” As if he can read my mind he reaches between my thighs again. My neediness hits an almost unbearable level as he teasingly strokes my clit and I whimper ”I want your cock, Sir,” before he pushes his fingers inside me again.

”I can feel that. Fuck! You’re so wet, kitten.” Sir continues to plunge his fingers deep into my pussy and I greedily clench around them. Then he suddenly lets out a raw growl and lifts me up on my knees so he can reach the zipper in his jeans. With a few quick moves he pulls his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock springs free from its denim prison. Then he grabs my face with both hands. ”Let me see your eyes when you take my cock. Show me exactly how good it feels.” His voice is hoarse and the storm raging in his eyes tells me he needs me just as much as I need him. Without using my hands I position myself over the top of his cock. The plug makes me very tight and when I sit down on him I instinctively hold my breath. Sir’s feral growl reveals he feels it too. His girth stretches me more than ever and I whimper against his lips. Then I feel his hands on my hips and with his superior strength he pushes me down, forcing his full length inside me, and I cry out as his cock fills me completely.

A hard bite on my lip pulls my focus to his eyes again. I stare into his almost black eyes and sense more than feel how he wraps the tail around his hand. Then he caresses my hips again and the plug follows his moves. Without his command I start moving my body and soon I find a pace that makes me see stars. He knows exactly when to tug at my tail and the change in pressure makes me dig my nails into his shoulders, and it draws dark curses from his throat. Deep in my core builds the fire I long to release. I have waited all day to unleash my desire together with my owner, and now we are finally burning together. Only our joined bodies and the sounds we make exist in this world.

I know he craves my pleasure just as much as he craves my pain, but today I don’t even have to beg for my climax. With a tight grip around my waist he demands an orgasm from me, and when I finally feel it exploding in my core, I hear the unmistakable growl of his approaching climax. He spills himself deep in me and I milk every drop from him as I clench around his cock over and over again. Then I collapse in his embrace, dizzy from my intense relief. Sir wraps his arms around my back, as he so often does, and holds me tight to his chest. I bury my nose at the crook of his neck and breathe in the scent of him. He alone has the power to push me far beyond what I thought was possible, but at the same time he is all I need to find peace in my soul. When my breathing slows down he kisses me gently. Then he looks me deep in the eyes and gives my cheek a tender caress.

”Now, will you tell me all about your day, kitten?”

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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.

[babysun412]

Hello! Can I please request a Jisung one-shot in which he and yn stay in after a tiring week, and he's being a super sweet and caring boyfriend, basically the cutiepie Ji we know<3 thank you!

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! This is my first one so I hope you enjoy it ❤

Tired - Jisung Park

Pairing - Jisung x reader

You felt your head pound as soon as you opened your eyes. The sunlight peering through the window making you shut your eyes instantly.

You sighed through your nose when you realized you had to get up and get ready to leave. You had many more exhausting plans to attend to and this week you've barely had time to take care of yourself.

Jisung, your boyfriend, is no different. You peered back slightly and can see the bags under his eyes despite his sleeping face. You've both been missing each other due to his schedules and you finally came over to spend the night. You don't know if you even said two words to each other before you were both fast asleep.

You pouted as you slowly rolled out of bed and out from under Jisungs arm. You slowly walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready.

But as soon as you put the toothbrush in your mouth your hand started to shake. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to just stay here and be with Jisung.

You shook your head before slowly brushing your teeth. You felt the weight of his hoodie hanging off your body and the warmth that still radiated from waking up in his arms.

"Mmm..." You heard a groan as Jisung walked through the door and wrapped his arms around your waist. His face burying in your hair with his eyes closed.

"Good morning Ji," You smiled as you spit out your toothpaste.

"Please don't go," Jisung whispered into your hair but you barely see him through the mirror because of the hood thrown over his head.

"I have to baby," You laughed a little bit and tried to move out of his arms but he held on tighter.

"...y/n," Jisung finally looked into your eyes through the mirror. "We haven't been able to talk all week."

"I know," You felt your lower lip wobble slightly. "I just..."

Jisung leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple and swung the both of you back and forth.

"I'm so tired," You finally confessed and closed your eyes to prevent them from welling up.

"I know," Jisung gave you a sympathetic smile before turning you around to face him. His hands fisted the material of the hoodie you're wearing and peered down into your eyes. "Let's stay here, baby."

You nodded your head as you didn't think you could speak without crying.

Before you could even think, he had lead you back to his bed and you were snuggled under the blankets once again.

Jisung could still sense how anxious you were about missing the day and the running thoughts from the week. He just wanted you to relax.

You deserve rest just as much as the rest of them.

"Jeno told me he was going to throw my laundry on top of us," Jisung gave a soft laugh as he tried to break the tension.

"Jeno would never do that to me," You snorted as you pressed your face into his chest. "Your whole group loves me."

"Yeah I know," Jisung rolled hid eyes. "Chenle told me next time I annoy him he's going to hide you for days until I apologize."

"How long would it take you to apologize?" You gave him a playful smile as you moved as close to him as you could possibly get. Sometimes you wish you could connect your hearts together.

"For you?" Jisung's eyes shined with so much love and the soft smile on his face made your heart race. "Instantly."

"Thank you," You brought your hands up to his face and stroked your thumbs along his cheekbones. "I love you so much."

Your smile grew as he leaned into your hands and gently bumped your noses together. He wrapped his arms tight around your waist and buried his nose in your shoulder.

"I love you too."

[honey-floret]

(CW// talks about abuse, transphobia, hurt/comfort)

Log X11042555c Journal of Dr. Beatrice "Honey" Lewis

Honey glared into the mirror. But the image didn't change. The person looking back at her, was still a floret in all but collar. But it couldn't be her right? This woman looked content to be dressed in such cutesy, colourful clothes. This woman had a bit of that same blissed out look as all the other florets. She looked happy. But that couldn't be her right? It had to be some trick of the light or it wasn't a mirror and Alma was standing on the other side of a pane of glass, or... or...A vine pressed against her chin and she was forced to look up at the Affini behind her.

"No matter how hard you look Honey, you can't deny what you see in that mirror. The truth is right in front of you." Said Cybil

"But I can deny dammit! It can't possibly be me! I'm just... not that kind of person."

"Then what kind of person are you petal?"

"I'm serious.. I'm focused on my work. I....I... don't actually know okay? I don't actually know who I am! Is that what you want to hear?!" The human was practically on the verge of tears. Her hands squeezed the hem of her pyjama shirt tightly.

"Everything is okay Honey. Do you wish to talk about why you believe you're all serious, all work, all the time?"

"I guess..."

"Then why don't you and Alma climb up on my lap and you can talk about it?"

Cybil sat down cross legged on top of the bed and tapped on her legs. While Alma quickly jumped up, Honey took a second and slowly crawled over to Cybil and was lifted up and placed on affini's lap, vines wrapping around her body in a comforting way. Alma nuzzled in on Honey's side.

"Now then Honey, tell me why you said that you were just your work. There will be no judgement from either me or Alma. So please, speak your mind."

Honey sighed uncomfortably, "I feel like.. I'm just my work because that's all I've had to pull me through these.. well my whole life. I was always academically gifted, and my parents to put it lightly, 'encouraged' me to succeed. They didn't want me to stay in academia. They....," at this point little tears started streaking down Honey's face, "they told me that... they hated the fact I was trans and that they had to help pay for my transition, and that the least I could do was make something of myself. To pay them back for everything they had given me. That... that... everything I did wasn't good enough, and just even when I did succeed everything was taken away by others more ambitious, more cunning than I am. Every time I even thought about reaching out for help I was just beat down. I just couldn't trust anyone with anything I did. It had to be me. It was that old saying, a catch-22. There was nothing I could do to succeed, and just the absolute pressure from my family to succeed. So... I guess I compromised? I succeeded but not to the degrees requested of me. Because any time I made myself large there was always some larger scavenger ready to pounce and take it away..."

Alma squeezed the other human, "I'm so sorry Honey, I know you said something about this earlier..." the vines tightened slightly around Honey's chest. "The Accord really did just hurt us all."

"You are safe now petal, you don't need to continue hurting yourself because you're afraid of how other people will treat you. You don't need to continue being strong to just survive. Sometimes you need to be weak."

"Being weak scares me. I don't want to just get taken advantage of. Just in my experience nothing is free."

"And that's why you so cutely resisted against Ashli's help a year ago was it not? Why you still resist admitting to yourself that you need help? Because you don't believe that anyone would help you without a cost."

"I... fuck.." Honey felt Alma shiver at the word beside her, "I... umm... but.."

"But? It's so clear to everyone around you, that despite being slightly more functional, that you're not okay. That you need help. I know it's hard to feel weak, to feel out of control, but trust me when I say that I love you and if you surrender that control to me, you'll feel better. You already had a taste of what it's like to surrender your control and finally be free to be the happy little floret you were always meant to be. While maybe the thinking rational part of your brain hasn't been aware, there's a part of you that's just had the most wonderful time. My little Alma can attest to how much pure joy you experienced just letting go. Isn't that right my sweet little flower?"

A vine scritched under Alma's chin, and the floret made a small moan. "Yes Miss Cybil! Honey has just been having the best time with me! It was so much fun to be puppies with her!"

"Not half an hour ago Honey, you were so certain that all these things, all these parts of yourself you claim to take so much stock in, didn't belong to you. You didn't even recognize your previous self."

The Affini's words made a compelling argument, but why couldn't Honey just let go? What was the missing element... and then she thought of it, "I... you're right Cybil. You're right about all of it... it hurts me to just admit that. But, I think my aversion to becoming a floret is losing my mind, my ability to work on complex problems. My ability to just hyperfixate on my passions. I don't want to give up my position at the university. I don't to stop working with you. I..."

One of the vines holding Honey pressed against her lips in a hushing gesture. Honey fell silent.

"Why would I permanently take away what makes you happy petal? Why would I stop you from doing what you love?"

"Because you're an affini, and you want a controllable, docile pet.. my apologies Alma." Alma didn't say anything, instead she lightly bit Honey's arm.

"Whatever gave you that idea? You certainly weren't listening when I said that Affini want to make our florets the best version of themselves that they can be. The happiest version. So why would I take away something that makes you happy?"

"I... because the Accord would."

"You must know by now the Compact isn't the Accord."

"Yea," the human sighed deeply, "you're not. You defeated the Accord, brought it into your submission. But I just lived so long under that old system that I just couldn't see a way out. Even now, even when it's being offered to me."

Cybil picked up Honey off of her lap and placed the human in front of her. She held out one of her large hands.

"Well, my sweet, adorable, little researcher, I'm offering you right now a way out of all of your misery. All of your old bad thoughts, and behaviours. A chance to embrace your future; to be happy. I would love to be your Affini, and have you as my Floret."

Honey hesitated for a moment, what if this honestly was all just an elaborate trap? What if she was being manipulated? No, even if it was she couldn't just keep living the way she has for any longer. She couldn't just keep herself shut out from the rest of the world. She reached out her hand and placed it into the Affini's. "I... I... want that too."

Alma positively squeaked with joy.

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happy haunting

AN | Okay, this is purely self indulgent but this is totally me and I wish I had an Eddie to do fun fall and halloween things with! So enjoy a little early Halloween shopping fun 🥰

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | modern!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Do you know how much I love you?” you kept your attention trained on the pretty autumn flowers that the florist had on display outside of the shop. Eddie was holding your hand, fingers laced together as he followed you around like a lovesick puppy. You turned to him with a big, soft smile on your face, “because it’s a lot. I love you so, so much it’s not even measurable.”

He softened, a grin on his face that mirrored your own as he pulled you closer to him. Before you could protest he took your face in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your soft lips, “I love you…but you’re up to something.”

“I am deeply offended and upset, sir,” you playfully clutched at your chest as he snorted in amusement, “that you would think I’m up to something! I just love you and wanted to let you, the love of my life, know that I love you.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed as he reached for your hand again before he pulled you inside of the shop, “whatever you say.”

“Eddie-”

“Come on,” he was already heading to the counter, “I saw you eyeing those flowers out front.”

“Edward.”

“I just think the flowers would look in the kitchen,” he played it off like he was the one that had wanted the flowers in the first place. It was one of the many things you loved about him; he was so kind and always giving, giving, giving, “let me get my girl the things she wants, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, “okay.”

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“Are you gonna tell me what you’re up to?” Eddie took a sip of his beer as you sat on the kitchen counter, sipping on a cider, “because I will get it out of you one way or another.”

“Nothing,” you insisted, knowing full well that he absolutely did not believe you. He put his bottle down and stood between your legs, his arms caging you, “you’re bullying me! Don’t bully me, meanie!”

“Come on Barbie,” he leaned in so his nose was brushing against yours, his lips so close but so far away. Butterflies fluttered around your stomach at the use of his sweet little nickname for you. 

The first time he called you that, long before you really knew him and even longer before you started dating, you’d thought he meant it as an insult. You were the opposite of him, so literally in so many ways, and he loved it. You were the pretty, sweet little thing and he was the rough metalhead. He still loved seeing the reactions people had when he came up to you and you reached for him without even thinking about it. It was especially amusing to him when some douchebag tried to hit on you. You were everything, and he was merely your humble servant; god knows he would have done anything for you. 

“Eddie,” you were practically willing him to kiss you but he still refused, “kiss me, please.”

“So polite,” he gave in, just a little bit with the lightest of kisses, “my little Barbie. But you won’t get any more until you tell me what’s going on.”

You leaned back, sighing loudly and dramatically, raising a pink manicured hand to your forehead as he laughed affectionately, “fine. Fine. Will you, my love, come me with tomorrow to go Halloween hunting?”

He paused for a moment, clearly not expecting that to be what you had been so dramatically concealing with him. But then, when he saw the expectant look on your face he couldn’t help but tut gently at you, “what the hell is Halloween hunting, Barbie?”

And then you scoffed. You scoffed and that made him laugh. You crossed your arms over your chest and attempted to give him a serious expression, “you cannot be serious, Edward Munson.”

“I...why not?” he raised an eyebrow, brushing his knuckles across your pinked cheek, “is this some weird internet thing I don’t understand?”

“You’re such an old man sometimes,” you reached for his hand and gently clutched it in yours, “I mean it affectionately. But how have you not heard of this?”

“Alright, tell me what’s so important and magical about this hunting you would like to do.”

“Basically…we hit up the home stores and look for all the Halloween and fall stuff!” your eyes lit up so much that even Eddie felt himself grow excited at the prospect. He was so gone and weak for you that if something made you happy, it made him happy. But then -

“It’s summer,” he stated suddenly as you looked at him sheepishly, “it’s like…the middle of summer.”

“And…?” you blinked at him in confusion with big, wide eyes, “it’s going to be Halloween-”

“In like three months!”

“But,” you stopped for a moment, a pout on your pretty pink lips that he wanted to kiss away, “it’s my favorite time of year. A-and I this is our first Halloween living together so I thought it would be fun to decorate and go all out..”

He hated seeing you even slightly upset. Nope, nope, nope. You wanted to decorate and go all out? He’d buy you anything and everything that you wanted. He’d turn the whole apartment into the spooky home of your dreams. He gently shushed you before any tears could run down your face, “then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll make this the best place ever - we’ll make everyone jealous. You want to go and do this halloween hunting? We’ll go tomorrow.”

You made a small sound of excitement as you beamed at him, “really!? Wait, are you sure? I don’t wanna make you do something you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” he promised softly as you leaned into the warm touch of his hand, “we’ll go and get brunch, and then we can get some of those fancy iced coffees and go look at all the stores. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” you threw your arms around him and held onto him tightly before pulling back to press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re perfect to me. I love you so much. We’re gonna have the best day ever!”

“Every day with you is the best day ever,” he kissed, fully and sweetly this time, letting his lips get properly reacquainted with yours, “I love you.”

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Eddie took you to your favorite spot for brunch, which was a cute little place with a garden patio. He thought you looked so pretty, but then again, he thought that every day, and even managed to snap a few pictures of you. He wasn't big on social media even though he was in a band, but often kept the pictures he took for himself. Although if you did look at his IG you'd find it filled with mostly photos of you or his guitars (but let's be honest, you were the bright, pretty star of his account).

After you were both thoroughly stuffed, the two of you went for a walk and ran a few weekly errands like getting some groceries for the week. Once all the boring adult stuff - as you had dubbed it - was completed, the two of you went off to the cafe down the street from your apartment.

You were mildly disappointed, but not surprised, to find that summer drinks were still in full swing and it would be a few weeks before the fall menus were out. Eddie had chuckled fondly before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and promising to get you all the pumpkin coffees you wanted as soon as they came out. And just who were to say no to that?

Once you were situated with your silly little iced coffee, Eddie took drove the two of you to the first of the stores you'd suggested. Even something as simple as driving around with you was fun for him; you made the mundane exciting. He always kept a hand on your thigh or held your hand. You always got to pick the music, but you knew that while your tastes overlapped on some things, you had varied tastes. You often picked music that he preferred, just to hear him sing along. Today you settled on something in the middle and Eddie listened to you sing along happily, only stopping to point out cute dogs. 

"Okay," once Eddie parked, you turned in your seat to look at him, "this is serious business. Gotta keep our eyes peeled for all good stuff."

He shook his head before leaning over the console and settling a sweet kiss, "serious business. Noted."

"Oh Eddie," you reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled him back for a few more kisses, "I love you so much. Thank you for putting up with me."

"Baby, it's never putting up either you," he insisted softly, "I love doing you and doing all of these things with you. There's nothing that could make me happier."

"Ugh," you scoffed softly, "you're perfect. You always know what to say."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Barbie," he tenderly bumped your chin with his knuckle, "c'mon now - we've got serious business!"

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The first thing that Eddie noticed as soon as you were in the first store was the looks that the two of you were getting. He was dressed in his normal choice of ripped skinny ripped and a band shirt, topped off with a flannel and a pair of heavy combat boots, chains jingled at his side. His hair was in a messy bun, a few curly tendrils falling out and framing his face. He looked so ridiculously good that it was almost unfair. Meanwhile you were in a pretty pink sundress and sandals, skin glowing from the summer sun you'd been getting, with your hair soft and loose. A walking juxtaposition that always garnered a few looks, but you almost never noticed and Eddie just found it amusing.

Your coffee was in one hand, the other already entwined with Eddie's as you headed towards the aisles where you caught glimpses of Halloween décor. 

"Ooh," there was a bright smile on your face as you made a sound of delight at the freshly stocked aisles, "look at all the things!"

"So many things," he agreed as you headed over to a section with wall and door signs. He could see the joy reflected in your face, this was definitely your favorite thing. He always found it amusing that you were so soft and dainty but you had a love for all things spooky and dark and gory. One of the first things you'd bonded over was your love of horror movies after all.

"Eddie," you picked a sign off the shelf that boasted it's not a haunted house, it's a haunted home with cute little ghosts decorating it, "it's so cute! It would look perfect near the front door!"

"Hmm," he looked at some of the other signs and grabbed one that read welcome to our haunted house, "this one is also pretty cute!"

"Ugh, yes it is," you were looking back and forth at them, serious contemplation on your features, "they're so many cute signs! We could even decorate the outside of the door. And then - ooh! Skulls!"

How could he have forgotten your skull collection? It was pretty impressive. This was, as you liked to remind him, not just seasonal decor but year round decor, "maybe they'll have some promising ones to add to the collection."

"I sure hope so," you delicately put the signs back and took his hand to lead him to the next display, "there weren't a lot of good ones last year."

"Well, the season is young," he grinned as you held up your hand dismissively, "plenty of time to find the perfect ones."

"And we can get started early," you turned and pressed a kiss to his cheek before holding up a pastel pink and gold skull, "everyone will be talking about us!"

"Don't worry, they already do," he took the skull from your hands and set it into the basket hanging from his arm. Yeah, he knew to be well prepared.

"Duh," you gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, "that's because you're a rockstar!"

"I'm hardly a rockstar," he played you off, feeling his cheeks grow hot from your praise. Corroded Coffin was getting bigger all the time, but he still remained humble and thankful, and kept his day job as a mechanic, "that's definitely not why."

"Hmm," you turned back to him and studied him intently, "I think you're wrong, but I still love you more than anything. You'll always be my rockstar, even when we're old."

"Of course," he loved when you talked about the future; the idea that you wanted him forever made him feel so warm and loved. He already knew that you were his future too - he was going to make you his wife one day, "you'll always be my queen and I am but your humble servant."

You turned back to him with the softest expression that made his knees weak, "you, Edward Munson, are my dork and I adore you more than anything."

"I adore you too," his cheeks pinked as he looked at his feet, finding it almost impossible to look into your eyes, "anything else catch your eye?"

"So much!" You grinned as pointed at a portrait of two skeletons lying together and slowly being consumed by moss, "look! It's us one day!"

"That's metal," he reached for it and added it to the handbasket, "that's one going in the bedroom!"

"Now you're getting into the spirit!" You paused for a moment before giggling at your own joke, "it makes sense that you like me so much, you know."

"Oh?" He reached up and tenderly brushed off a few stray pieces of flutter that had fallen onto your cheeks, "why's that, Barbie?"

"Because I'm hilarious!" 

"Mhmm," the two of you exchanged sweet smiles as you gently squeezed his hand, "I love you for so many reasons."

"And I you," you grabbed another little table decoration and held it out to show him, "enough that you'll go to a couple of other stores with me?"

"Of course," he would do anything for you, "of course."

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By the time the two of you made it home, it was already late but you were so happy. After shopping around for what seemed like hours, Eddie suggested two of you just go out for dinner, which you had no problem with, and you decided you would go to his favorite spot for dinner. Plus, this time you were able to get the bill before him, insisting that this was a small thank you for the wonderful day he had given you. 

You’d shared the collective duty of hauling everything into the apartment, which consisted of several large bags of fall and Halloween goodies. You’d tried to be good and only get an item or two, you really had, but Eddie had insisted on getting the things you wanted. You wanted the ultimate spooky and cozy apartment for the season? Eddie was going to give it to you.

“Today was so fun,” you were sitting at your vanity, going through your skincare routine as Eddie laid in bedroom, working on his laptop. You caught his eye in the mirror and he offered you a toothy grin, “thank you.”

“I had fun too,” he promised, shooting you a quick wink, “everything is fun with you.”

“Eddie,” you finished applying your moisturizer and turned around so you were facing him. You definitely had his attention now, and he closed his laptop and put it on the nightstand to look at you. You were wearing a set of silky pink pajamas, ones that he definitely wouldn’t have minded getting off later, and a freshly clean face. You were so beautiful, even at the end of day without a stitch of makeup on, which you often didn’t fully believe.

“C’mere,” he motioned for you to join him on the bed and you did so with a dramatic huff at you sat cross legged at the end of the bed, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“You know…you know I’m not just with you for money or whatever, right? I don’t wanna make it seem like I just want to be with you because you do all these nice things with me and for me,” his eyebrows raised in confusion as you played with a loose thread on the edge of your pajama shorts, “I feel like you’re always doing things for me and I love and appreciate it, but I just wanna make sure you know I love you. I just want you, the other things don’t matter.”

“Of course I know that,” his easy answer made you relax slightly, “I never once doubted that. I never would have thought of that.”

“Okay,” you let out a small sigh of relief, “I just…I wanna do things for you too, you know? I want to make sure you know that you are the most important thing to me.”

“I know that,” he held out his hand to you and you put your hand in his and let him pull you into his lap. He settled his large hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “you do lots of things for me too, even though you apparently haven’t noticed. On top of all that, I like doing things for you and taking care of you. You’re my girl, Barbie. Always will be, and I like spoiling you. Even with silly little things like this halloween hunting you love so much.”

“Maybe it is silly,” you pressed your forehead against his, “but you had fun too!”

“I did,” he nudged his nose with yours, “I always do. I love you.”

“I love you,” you kissed him softly, in a way that left him yearning for more. He could never get enough of you, “you gonna let me take care of you?”

“Whaddaya me…oh,” you loved that you were still able to make him get all shy and flustered, “you don’t have you to.”

“I wanna,” you insisted, giving him a kiss that slowly turned more hungry and needy, “let me love on you since you’ve been doing it all day for me.”

“I-I if you’re sure,” you put a finger to his lips and gently shushed him.

“I’m sure,” you promised, “my love.”

“Okay,” he swallowed thickly, his eyes practically the embodiment of heart eyes, “okay. Fuck, I’m so in love with you.”

“Funny,” you whispered, peppering his face in kisses, “I’m so in love with you, Eddie Munson.”

“Always?”

“And then some more.”